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