A ride in the Ardennes

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