Yesterday I have been horsebackriding in
the Ardennes. Nothing special since I do that very often, but…. I had ordered michael,
a slave that I met a few moths ago and have now and then at My heels, to join
Us, while My Friend Myriam had ordered her (new) slave dave to come along.
Since it was the first time he joined Us for a riding trip, he was a bit clumsy
and Myriam had to show him the use of her crop a few times when he did not
strap her horse fast enough. I had choosen not to go the weekend, but during a
week day so that the risk of being seen by bypassers was limited. For the same
reason, We had parked the trailer in a more remote place away from peeking eyes
so We could use Our crops to urge Our “stableboys” (that is how We called them)
in whatever We wanted them to do. One of the tricks I often use is dropping “by
accident” one of My gloves… right under My boot of course… and as expected,
michael immediately dove down to pick it up and offer it back to Me.
When We left, I told michael and dave that
they would have to run behind Us the whole trip. Like that they could admire
Our backside in the saddle and would be available everytime We needed them for
something. When We tapped Our boots with Our crop, they had to come forward and
offer the requested refreshment they carried in their well loaded backpacks.
But, there were not only refreshments in their backpacks. No, I also had put a
few whips in michael’s. Amongst others one of My longest bullwhips! Of course I had brought that with a
purpose…hahahahahaaaa…
From a previous trip, I had learned about a
very remote path that lead to an open spot in the woods, far enough in the
forest, away from peaking ears and eyes. So, after more than an hour, we
reached it and we cuffed both slaves immediately and fixed them to a tree (Our
safety first!). Next, We gagged them to avoid screams that could be heard
kilometers away or just prevent them from calling for help in case! Then, I
took My bullwhip from the backpack, showed it and told michael that he was
going to get the extention of his test at the club in Holland a few weeks if
not already months ago. As agreed, Myriam rode back along the path to the
beginning of it where she would stand guard, avoiding that someone would enter the
path.
I waited about ten minutes to allow My
Friend to take position and then I started lashing My long whip in the air,
making it crack like a rifleshot. After a few good ones, I called Myriam to
check whether the whipcracks were heard at the place where she stood guard. I
was happy to hear that it was only faintly heard, but that it was rather
blurred and could not be recognized as whiplashes.
I told slave michael the good news (at
least for Me) and made My beautiful whip crack a few times just over his head. My
heart got wild! Feeling this fabulous instrument of power in My hands facing a
helpless slave, completely surrendered to My whims and sadism, excited Me
beyond imagination. It was as if I was in trance when I started aiming at the
defenceless body. Whoooaawww!! The leather snake whistled, cracked and immediately
created red stripes on the body. The first lashes were no real hits, but after
a few lashes, I got acquainted with the powerful weapon and I was able to hit
him wherever I wanted. Maybe I got out of Myself, and luckily, after a few
minutes, I came back to My senses and realized that the slave was already bleeding
after a few minutes at the business end of My whip. I realized that going
further with My bullwhip was a real danger and I decided to give him a break. However,
I was not finished yet! I went to the tree and started kicking the slave at his
bum, making his penis hit the tree on each kick. I only stopped when I saw him
shrink out of pain (In the beginning he seemed to like it, but when I got to
kick harder, this clearly changed).
After that I made him recover for a few
minutes (while I put away My bullwhip) and removed his gag. Looking at his
bloody back I asked if I had been going too far. he said indeed I had been
going too far but that he had taken it for Me. I told him that this was the
kind of attitude I expected from a slave and I called Myriam since we had
agreed to change places in order to give her a chance to enjoy herself with the
bullwhip as well.
In the mean time, I allowed Michael to kiss
My boots and thank Me.
When I came back afterwards, I saw that
also Myriam had “striped” her slave dave very well so both michael and dave
would no longer consider swimming for the next months.
Of course before We finally rode back to
the trailer, Our boots needed intensive cleaning!...hahahahahaaaa… and so both
slaves were busy for about five minutes under the constant threat of Our crops…
Lady Contessa Pat
