French Weekend (part 2)

After the cleaning of our boots, the slaves Jeanine had gathered, left to the kitchen to prepare tasty snacks they brought us every five minutes or so. Our personal slaves however were told to prove their loyalty and devotion to their mistress. As such, they had to pull off our boots and shoes before they got blindfolded. The test was that they had to recognize their owner’s feet. First without touching, that means only by smelling (they were warned that touching one of us would mean a hundred lashes). In a second round they had to recognize our feet with their tongue and each of them had to lick each foot for two minutes. After each foot, every slave had to move clockwise for the next foot. After a little less than an hour, they were back where they started and they had to say which number their Mistress was. To my surprise, none of them succeeded in finding their own Mistress, which was reason for us to give them a taste of our whips.

Of course, we, the ladies also evaluated the slaves and all of us agreed that Brigitte’s slave nick was the best “licker” and that Laurence’s slave philippe was the lousiest. It yielded him another good lashing by his Mistress.

While Laurence punished her slave, I (like Madame Brigitte and Madame Justine) had my slave frank massaging and washing my feet, while I used marcel as a footstool. 

Around 18 PM, an exquisite dinner, prepared by one of the slaves who happened to be a professional cook, was served. With the aid of some of the other slaves, he had done his best and indeed the dinner was abundant and luxuous. 

Three or four slaves were appointed to keep the floor clean and remove everything that might “accidentally” fall on the floor.

Of course, now and then we stepped on something that had fallen before they could eat it away. As a result, they had to tongue-clean the soles of our boots or shoes.

At a certain moment, I put my boot on some fish that had fallen and I ordered marcel to clean it up. But, just before he wanted to eat it away, I put My foot on it. As a result he had to beg me to lift my boot to be able to do as ordered.

I made him beg not to me, but to my boot.

“Please divine boots of Mistress Pat, may you please lift a bit…” he spoke towards my boots, humiliating himself.

Pleased about this begging, I lifted My foot and allowed him to eat the squashed fish away and subsequently tongue-clean the sole of my right boot.

But that was nothing compared to what we did after we had finished, when we simply threw the rests on the floor. Together with this, we started whipping the slaves that crawled on all fours between us to urge them. It was so hilarious and some of us really whipped the shit out of the slaves. Also frank got his part of the whip when he happened to get in front of Madame Brigitte who clearly had too much wine and whipped him fanatically. Me, myself, I had mainly fun kicking the slaves around.

After a while we left the slaves cleaning everything and went sitting in the salon while two of Jeanine’s slaves had to make sure that we had everything we desired. Like that, we chatted and had fun (sometimes at the expense of our slaves)  for the rest of the evening. Around eleven, I left Jeanine’s for a nearby hotel and while most of the slaves were to sleep in a little barn in Jeanine’s garden, I took my slave frank with me to the hotel.

Originally I had planned to have him serve me before I went to sleep, but I was too tired and had him sleep on the floor from the beginning. However, in the morning he gave me a nice massage. 

When we arrived back at Jeanine’s, five of the temporary slaves were standing face to the wall at the verge of being whipped. Apparently, they were to be punished because Madame Jeanine had judged that they did not clean up the place to her liking. She also pointed out that also my slave marcel was amongst them and that as such it was my prerogative to join the punishment and she offered me a good singletail…

Five minutes later, most of the slaves were crying and begging to stop and Jeanine spoke to them in a very strict and menacing voice, saying that this whipping was just a warning and that they’d be whipped beyond imagination in case they’d disappoint her again! Then it was time again for drinks and making plans and since it had stopped raining, we decided to have a walk in a nearby forest.

Most slaves had to carry a rucksack, most filled with drinks, but two of them contained the whips that we for sure would need during the walk. As soon as we were out of sight of houses, the rucksacks with whips were opened and we could choose one to our liking. Also, it did not took much time before Laurence decided to use her slave as her ponyboy. Me myself, I knew that frank would never be able to carry me for the whole trip so I ordered slave marcel, who was significantly heavier than frank, to go down on his knees to make me mount easily on his shoulders. Laurence joked that we did not want to get our precious riding boots soiled but Brigitte said that it did not matter if her (thigh high) boots got dirty since her slaves would clean them into new ones anyway. After ten minutes or so, Laurence challenged me to have a race. I told her that without spurs I was not fully geared up to have a race, but of course I accepted and less than a minute later, Madame Jeanine gave the start signal by snapping her whip in the air making it crack like a rifleshot. I kicked marcel as hard as I could and dug My heels firmly in his sides to keep my balance. Of course also Laurence is an experienced rider and she knew as well knew how to maintain balance and speed, but when we arrived at the tree we had appointed about fifty meters further away, it was me who triumphantically passed it at least five meters before Laurence. As a result, she whipped her horseslave violently with her crop and when she dismounted him, she ordered two other slaves to hold him. She had his shirt removed and whipped him very hard with a small bullwhip from the rucksack. After that, she appointed another slave to be her new ponyboy, but her anger had not fully cooled down and her previous “horse” got know and then further whipped while walking in front of her (as ordered).

When we came back at the edge of the forest, we dismounted our “steeds” and walked further out of the forest. I noticed with joy that afterall now our boots were soiled as well and would need thorough tongue-cleaning. General laughter…

When we arrived at Jeanine’s, the slaves that provided the “catering” where dismissed to go to the kitchen while our personal slaves like frank had to take care of our footwear. When this was finally finished, we were offered a late lunch. When we had finished it, it was already later than expected and we had to go back home since we still had a few hours drive in front. We hugged and said goodbye and drove back to Belgium after another lovely and exciting weekend with my French Friends.

Lady Contessa Pat