Video-chat with "Frau Jeffa"

Last night, I had a long chat via zoom with a girl I had been advising and helping to train her lover-slave. Due to the corona-virus, we were not able to see each other for a long period so there was a lot to talk about.

At first, she showed Me how her slave had been trained to kiss her boots at a fingersnap and to offer his hands for her whip for a reprimand, and that he was now to call her "Frau Herrin Jeffa" (Madam Mistress Jeffa), when in private or with Domme Friends like Me. She also told me that she had him lick her pussy and even her ass regularly and showed Me a huge strapon that she had used on her slave. I remember that the first time I met her, she was excited but reluctant at the same time to use

such a "weapon", but when I met her later on during a meeting with My Friends, I had seen her ramming the thing into a slave without mercy and it clearly made her hot like hell!

She also sent me a picture to  show me the whipmarks on her slave's body a few weeks ago. As you can see: his back was well "done" and had old (maybe mine...hahahahaaaa) and fresh ones!

She told me that she liked our meeting with "Les Chattes Bottées" very much and hoped to have another meeting soon.

She had him address to Me and beg Me to be further trained by Me. I told him that I would be happy to train him into a docile incapacitate slave and make him regret asking this. I assured him I'd make him beg to stop his training!  

So, I invited "Frau Jeffa" to come over to my place for a visit and further train her slave as soon as the whole Covid-thing is over.

Lady Contessa Pat

Ladies! Choose your way of living...

A few days ago I read an article about a woman who complained that she had to do all the housework despite the fact that her husband was home all the time due to COVID-19. It stroke me that a woman still takes this kind of things.

When I get home, I drop my coat. My slaves are waiting to pick it up and put it away.

I pull off my gloves and drop them. My slaves know their task.

I look behind and see the marks in my wake left by my boots. I don’t care. My slaves will clean it.

I find my house spic and span. I did not have to lay a finger on it. My slaves took care of that.

I throw myself in a relaxing sofa and I put My feet on the footstool. My slaves come to me on their knees, kiss my boots one by one and ask me if they can be of service to me. I often tell them then to get my spurs and fix them.

“Tea!” is the single word I have to speak to get a cup of the finest tea exactly the way I want it. My slave brings it.

I want to check my private mail and speak that single word: “laptop!” My slave gets it.

I stand up and walk to my wardrobe. My slave opens it. I tap the things I want. My slave takes them and presents them. I tap my boots with my crop and my slave takes them off.

When changing clothes, I drop the old ones. My slave will pick them up and have them washed.

“Boots!” I say. My slave carefully slips on the boots of my choice, not forgetting to kiss them when he is finished (etiquette you know).

Unless I choose to go out for diner, I go to the dining room, My aperitif is served together with an appetizer I had choosen when I entered the house. Within fifteen minutes, the diner of My choice is served.

After diner, I leave the table as it is. my slaves clean up.

When I go out, I have my spurs removed and eventually lock them up in their cage….

And what is this "normal" woman doing? After coming home from an exhausting and stressful job, she starts making diner, doing the dishes, cleaning the house, ironing clothes, … and so many more household chores. 

Ladies! It is Your choice!!!!! Stop working for men, let them work for you and pay them with the lash! I know many men want to give you this life of a Queen. You just have to make the choice!!!

Lady Contessa Pat