Quick visit to Maitresse Laurence

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