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| Laurence in front of her renewed "pit-cage" |
Yesterday I had a short visit to My French
Friend “Maitresse Laurence”. I was near Cambrai where she lives for a business
meeting and called her. She invited me enthousiastically to pay her a visit and
since I knew a meeting with her is never dull, I accepted gladly.
When I arrived, one of her slaves opened
the door and greeted me by kissing my boots and offering me a crop. I did not
hesitate to use it immediately on him and kick him out of the way so I could
greet my Friend, who came into the hall to welcome me. After our genuine hugs
and kisses, Laurence invited me further into her house and ordered her slave to
fetch me my preferred drink. When I sat in a comfortable couch, I informed her
about her old slave xavier who I had met (and whipped) before. With
enthousiasm, she told me that he was in the special pit she had in her garden.
I remember that she had a kind of pit covered with burglar bars in which she
kept her slave, but now she had extended the pit with a second one so she could
“house” two or even four slaves!
It was in this pit, that made me think of
the kind of oubliettes that were used in the Middle Ages, that I found her slave
xavier. When we arrived, Laurence ordered him to open his mouth and she spit in
it saying that this was going to be the only drink he’d get that day and she
invited me to do the same. When he missed the first drop, Laurence stamped hard
on the grit to frighten the slave under our boots so he did his utmost best and
caught the second one right in the middle of his mouth. After that, she put her
boot right on the grit over his face and ordered him to lick away some dirt
from the sole of her boot. he had to push his face nearly into the grit and
maneuver his tongue in a very uncomfortable position through the holes in order
to reach the sole, but he did and probably managed to lick away the dirt that
might not even been there. We did not look nor bother. Whether there was dirt
or not was of no importance. The thing was that a slave always obeys the order,
whether it is meaningful or not, whether it is feasible or not. he obeys!
Being such a well trained and experienced
slave, he did not lost his spirit. He’d been humiliated far worse and had had
tougher tasks…
Unfortunately, I could not stay long with
Laurence since I had another meeting later in the evening in Belgium and I left
after another drink and having my boots cleaned by her younger slave.
It was good to see one of my French friends
again and she reminded me on the meeting we had planned in November in Paris.
Lady Contessa Pat
