Christmas Whipping

Last Thursday I was with some of My German Friends in a club in Moenchengladbach in Germany. Mistress Carla had invited us to enjoy ourselves in a dungeon her slaves had hired for the occasion. Of course, I could not say no to such an opportunity!

When I arrived, I was welcomed by two slaves who were “working” in the club and showed us around.

Also, Mistress Carla introduced us to six slaves that were on their knees sitting in a row. I was introduced as the “most notorious riding Mistress of Belgium”. Like I already knew we were allowed to do anything we liked with the slaves, but Carla had the intention of giving them harsh physical training. As such we had them jump, do sit-ups, bench-press and do other exercises, all under our strict supervision and under the threat of our whips. We also urged them by kicking them repeatedly. Especially Carla, who was in a military uniform, made her presence felt!

After having another drink, we changed our focus from physical torment to more playish games. For instance, the slaves were ordered to try to catch the tip of our whip when we lashed it out at them. Very funny and it appeared to be nearly impossible for them and when indeed accidentally a slave managed to grab the popper, a good tug from My side pulled it through his hands again, so he did not get that credit!

The result was that after the game (in which none of the slaves managed to grab and hold our whips), their hands were beaten red and at the verge of bleeding!

Another thing I personally did was that I put the sole of My boot on an euro-piece that I had dropped on purposed. Of course slaves are expected to pick up anything that a Lady drops.

Since he dared not pushing My boot or even touch it without permission (I would have kicked him in the face for that for sure!), the only thing he could do was beg Me to move My foot and allow him to take the coin. Of course it was the idea to have him beg at My boots like that and at the same time, Carla was yelling at him threatening him to whip him to shreds.

So, the poor boy had to choose between My boot and Carla’s whip.

He choose poorly… And got whipped!

Not only Carla used her whip very intensely, also Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra whipped the slaves merciless since they played this little game with three slaves: the one that made her slave use a stopword first was the winner. The three of them really whipped the slaves merciless and after only a few minutes, Petra’s slave no longer could stand the ordeal and gave in.  By then, the slaves were covered in red lines, their back slightly bleeding at several spots! Afterall Our meeting was not called Our Christmas Whipping for nothing!

After that, the slaves had to thank the Ladies for…  playing along… hahahahahaaaa…

As a final game, we put a plastic beaker on their head and then teased them and whipped them to make the beaker fall.

For a first round, the beaker was filled with water, but after a few minutes, Carla claimed that she had to go to toilet and took two beakers with her. Of course when she returned, both were filled with her piss. I had already understood what was going to happen as soon as the beaker-game was explained and I went to the toilet right after Carla. I also filled two beakers and even called for a third one that I filled as well for 75%. In the end, all four of us had relieved ourselves and the beakers were pulled on the slaves’ heads. However, we had one beaker too many (the one I had filled for only 3/4^th ) so I ordered a slave at random to empty it and drink My piss. As expected he did without complaining although it could be seen that he did not like it.

As soon as all beakers were on their head, we started to whip the slaves and the first beaker already fell down spilling our piss all over the slave’s head. The others followed soon.

Of course spilled “liquid” had to be removed from the floor by them and a few minutes after the little “game”, the floors were completely clean and dry again!

Of course the slaves themselves and especially their hair still were soaked and thus we did not want to have anything to do with them anymore and I said goodbye to each of them with a good kick from my riding boot. By then we had to leave the club anyway since we had only hired it for the afternoon and time had flewn by.

When My Friends also had “said” goodbye to the slaves in an appropriate way, I took Them to a restaurant where we had a very nice chat during dinner (unfortunately without the usual servants around to serve us). After dinner, I said goodbye to My Friends and drove back to Belgium. Like always with My German Friends, it was a great afternoon and we decided to do this type of short meeting more often.

I already am looking forward to it!

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave (part 2)

After the little dressage of a novice slave for a new Domme Friend, I started to test his skills, ability and strength to be used as a ponyboy. First as a four-legged and afterwards as a two-legged one. All men can be easily trained into good four-legged ponyslaves, but to become a useful two-legged pony, months of heavy training might be needed, so I could only test whether it was feasible to even start trying to use him like that.

First of all I had hans take My “pony-training spurs” and fix them at My boots. Unlike the spurs I wear for riding real horses, these spurs have rather long neck and sharp points at the rowels (as you can see in the picture I will attach). From experience I know that most slaves are scared to death for them since they can damage a slave real bad. Human skin certainly is no match for them when the one wearing them really wants to hurt! Of course the main idea is that they only induce fear and respect for the one wearing them and are not to be used for real, but… as I said before collateral damage can not always be excluded and “accidents” happen, especially when slaves do not obey their Mistress immediately.

slave bjorn under My lovely boots 

Anyway, bjorn was no exception and looked at My spurs like a rabbit looking at a pack of wolves coming near. To increase the impact of them on his mind, I made him touch them with his finger and kiss them. Then, I took place on his back and tapped his legs with the inner sides of My heels. I don’t know whether it was inexperience or fear, but he shot forward like a rocket and I had to pull his hair to slow him down and keep him under control.

As a matter of fact, the four-leg-thing only last a few minutes, since I believe it is too easy for a slave and the real challenge is the two-legged performance.  

So, after the short ride as a four-legged pony, I showed him how to kneel down on one knee to make Me mount easy for a two-legged ride. I swung My leg over the kneeling slave and climbed his shoulders. Then, I grabbed his hair in My gloved hands and tapped his sides as a sign to rise. At first he seemed to have some problems to maintain his balance and provide Me a stable seat, but after a minute or so he seemed to get accustomed to his new position.

A pull at his hair and the kicking his left side steered him in the direction of the bathroom. Of course the house was to small for real riding (even on a human pony), but nevertheless I could make him feel how it would be when ridden like that. The limited space did not prevent Me from using My crop freely on his naked body.

After about five minutes making him twist and turn over and over again, I offered Jeffa to make a ride like that and I ordered her slave to put Me down.

Since she had no spurs at her boots, I encouraged her to use the crop extensively, which she did with great joy!

After the little rides, it was time for a last test. For this, he had to kneel down and ordered him to pleasure servant hans (I did not bring hans for nothing…hahahahahaaa…). At first he refused, but I and My crop convinced him to obey, and after a few minutes of yelling and hitting him, he opened his mouth (with disgust) and took hans’ erect penis in. I told him that his test was only over when he would make hans cum in his mouth and that not meeting that demand would be punished beyond imagination! Sensing the end of his suffering (at least for that day), he seemed to do his best to please My servant and tried to make him cum as soon as possible. However when hans actually ejaculated, bjorn could not bear it, withdrew and vomited. Nevertheless, he had taken My servant’s seemen in his mouth and had fulfilled the (according to Jeffa) most humiliating thing: sucking another male’s dick to ejaculation to please his Mistress while two women looked at him. As such, We declared him to have passed the tests! To celebrate, We opened a good bottle of champagne that hans had brought and toasted on it. Of course hans and bjorn only got the rest of the bottle after we had enough and they got to lick it from our boots and the floor since we had poured it over our boots.

Before I finally left, Jeffa thanked Me extensively and we promised to stay in touch.

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave

Some time ago, I was invited by a relatively unexperienced Domme, I got in contact with via my servant hans, to test and train a new slave of hers. Since I always like a good challenge, I accepted although it was agreed that Mistress Jeffa would decide how far I’d go and guard the eventual damage on her slave.

So, this weekend, I finally met her in her house in Dusseldorf. When I arrived at her place, her candidate-slave bjorn opened the door and without a word went down on his knees for Me. I pushed him aside with the tip of My boot and stepped further, ignoring him. I greeted Mistress Jeffa passionately while servant hans, who accompanied Me, introduced us to each other. As a greeting, he went down on his knees and kissed the tips of Jeffa’s boots. “you see slaveboy!” I spoke strictly towards her candidate-slave “there’s a lot you will have to learn…” and I told him that I just had stepped into a puddle of mud…

I had previously agreed with Jeffa to step into some disgusting things and check how far he would go licking Our boots clean. As a matter of fact, mud did not seem to be a problem for slave bjorn since he licked and sucked away all the dirt, even from between the tiny grooves of My soles. I told him that next time, I would have him tongue-clean My boots after I had walked the stables, but unfortunately I could not test that at that moment.

With the next test, I ordered him to hold his hands in front of him and have Me hit them with My crop (without withdrawing!). he also passed this test, but I must admit that I did not whipped full force since I was not going to destroy his hands. I only wanted to test whether he would stand a moderate level of pain just to please Me and his new Owner.

Another test was to drink My and Jeffa’s piss and lick My pussy dry. So We both filled up a glass with Our warm urine and had him drink it without hesitation. Being a little bit shy, Jeffa did not want him to see her actually pissing, but Me, Myself, I took him to the bathroom, filled up the glass (that he had to hold himself) and had him lick My pussy dry. Jeffa told Me that in the end she would love to have him lick her pussy and even her ass as well, but that she was not yet ready for this and that she wanted to get accustomed to her new position as Mistress. As a result she filled her glass when alone on the toilet. As a result, slave bjorn had to drink both glasses.

After he had finished our drinks, I signed servant hans to get Me My harness with dildo from the little suitcase I had brought.

First I made him suck the 15 cm long artificial cock. he started with a bit reluctancy at the head, but a few seconds later, I shoved the black rubber dildo that was attached to Me as far as I could in his mouth. he seemed to retch a few times, but I did not remove it completely and kept it in him yelling at the slave to suck it like a slut.

After a while, We had him bend over the bed and spread his legs. No need to explain what the idea was when a slave was made to bend forward spreading his legs in front of a dominant woman wearing a big strapon. Indeed, I pushed his ass cheeks apart and rammed the rubber weapon into his tiny asshole without mercy! It was one of the things Jeffa had explicitly asked Me to do with him and I could see that it excited her. he cried and howled like an animal but I continued pumping and thrusting My hip merciless. 

Since I saw that Jeffa really got hot like hell, I ordered My servant hans to get down in front of her and offer to lick her to orgasm. I don’t know whether it was the lust or that she just had thrown her initial prudishness overboard, but she accepted the offer greedily and removed her skirt and knickers with the speed of light. I wonder if it was hans’s tongue or My punching into bjorn’s ass, but to My satisfaction, after a few minutes Jeffa orgasmed! I told hans it saved him a good lashing and withdrew from bjorn’s ass.

Then, We had a kind of break and had refreshments that hans had brought. In the mean time bjorn was taught some positions he’d have to assume whenever his Mistress desired a specific one. Like that, he was used as footstool for our boots, had to present his cock and balls for inspection and get kicked if the Mistress seems fit, had to assume the waiting position, had to present his hands for our whip,…

Although he seemed to be a quick learner, this yielded him several good blows with one of My singletails.

To be continued (when I have more time)

Lady Contessa Pat