Because of the excellent weather to ride, last
Sunday, I went horseback riding in the Ardennes with Myriam, My HR-manager who
also is My Domme friend. Therefore, I had ordered My servant frank who lives in
Belgium to meet Us at the meeting point near the town of Dinant and also Myriam
had done the same with her slave dave.
To My delight, there was nobody at the
meeting point, except slave Michael and dave, when we arrived. I had hoped for this so both my new slave
michael and Myriam’s slave dave could show their submissivity at once and greet
us in an appropriate way. That is kissing the tip of our boots and thank us to
have invited them. However, michael immediately got my boot in his face “for
kissing without passion” as I had called it. His noose immediately started
bleeding since it was no match for my heavy riding boots. Like that he’d no
more forget that my slaves always kiss My boots with passion! He excused
himself extensively and kissed them as if his life depended on it while
pleading that he still is a novice slave.
But also Myriam showed that she is no
person to mess around with as she hit her slave in the face with her crop for
looking up at her without approval.
Anyway, about fifteen minutes later our
horses were ready and we both mounted them using our slaves as a footstool.
I wanted to have him tongue-clean my boots
as well, but at that moment we heard a car came riding towards the parking
place, so we stopped our “activities”. After making a few small turns on the
parking we decided to leave since it looked that the people in the car had no
intention to leave. So, we rode away while both dave and michael stayed with
the van.
The ride was nice and although the weather
was fine, we only met a little group of hikers and two mountainbikers.
Luckily the car had disappeared when we
came back, since our boots needed some cleaning after we had dismounted in the
middle of the wood to pee (and maybe some of it had splashed on my boots).
Since there were no more peaking eyes
around on the small parking place, I had michael remove the mud with his shirt
and give the leather of my boot a finishing touch with his tongue.
After having put the horses back in the
van, we drove off towards a nice pub in the neighbourhood to eat something
while dave and michael were left outside to stay with the horses in the van.
It was a cosy but old fashioned pub, but
from a previous ride, we knew that the food was fresh and good. Apart from us,
there were about ten men, talking and drinking beers at the bar. I was not
surprised when all of them looked our way when we entered. Afterall I don’t
think many “strangers” visited it, but even before we took place at a table I
heard them making remarks on our outfit. They had heard that we spoke Dutch,
but did not realize that I speak French as well. So I heard one of them say
that he’d love to be ridden by one of us. Another one said that he’d better
look out for our whips and all started to laugh. Then he asked if one of them
had already felt the whip. None of them had.
I translated more or less to Myriam what
was said since she does not speak French. Then, already after we had finished
the main course of our diner, I heard one saying “they are way out of you
league…” and the one who had said to look out for our whips came to our table, excused
himself for interrupting and offered us a drink. Then he started flattering us,
amongst others telling us that they did’t see much pretty women like us around there
and that was why they were constantly looking at us. He said that he found female
riders always sexy and that he would do anything to please one. We smiled and
looked at each other but realized that we could not have any guy who shows his
interest. However, since I am always interested in any sub that genuinely wants
to live the rest of his life serving me like a real slave, I frankly told him
to kiss Myriams riding boots. As I had expected, he was confused and told me
that he’d do that but not in front of his friends. I told him to kiss our boots
now and here or leave us alone. After some hesitation he left us mumbled that
we were a couple of dykes. Case closed
and we left the pub about ten minutes later.
Lady Contessa Pat
