Just a short narrative on My holidays with My French Friends in the south of France where We had booked a trip in the mountains for a week.
Already a few months ago, when it was clear that holidays outside Europe would not be possible, I had asked My French Friends how they'd spend their holidays and what I had hoped a bit, that One of them (or more) would suggest to visit them during this Summer. After already a few days, together with two friends who ride, We agreed to make a horseback trip in the French Pyrenees (mountains in the south of France).
Laurence, not only had arranged everything, but She also had brought one of her slaves for Me. Together with Jeanine's slave andré and Laurence's slave xavier they were ordered to do the same tour as We'd do with their car and meet Us each evening in the hotels or lodges.
Unfortunately, as such, We had no
slaves during the day to serve Us to Our standards, but We could make good use
of them every evening. Of course We could not treat them explicitly as Our
slaves when in the group since there was also a guide and Angelique was not dominant at all. We tried to find out on several
occasions and made a first move a few times, but without success. She talked to
Our slaves as if they were equals!
However, there were a few times when she
rode off and left Us for supplies and these moments were the moments Our slaves
got punished for all the errors they had made during the previous period! And
of course, Our boots got a thorough cleaning each evening… hahahahahaaaa… I can
assure you that My boots really could use a good tongue daily because I have
never seen My boots as dusty like that after a whole day in the dry Pyrenee
mountains. Luckily for him, slave philippe was well trained by Laurence to
tongue-clean leather boots and I did not only make use of his tongue for My
boots…. he also knew very well how to use the
facial dildo I had brought!
Probably the highest point
We reached
At the start, I was a bit disappointed
that We were not allowed to wear spurs. I understood that the owner of the
horses did not like strangers to wear spurs riding her horses, but I felt a bit
naked without them. Since the horses were trained to do the trip, spurs indeed were
actually not needed. Nevertheless, I was a bit disappointed. Not for the
riding, but because wearing spurs always give extra incentives to the slaves to
do their best (in the evenings). Not that the slave needed it ("My"
slave was well trained and would not have need to be threaten with spurs). I
only had to punish him a bit harder when I saw a drop of his sweat falling on
My boot when he was cleaning the leather. For the rest he was an excellent
slave, obviously well trained by his Mistress, Madame Laurence. he even managed
to do the right things when I ordered him in Dutch, a language he does not
speak! My Friends in the saddle…
Of course We had more or Our beloved
"accessories" in the car and thus had access to them each evening.
Unfortunately, apart from that evening when Angelique, Our guide, had left for
supplies We could not make full use of them. But that evening, Our slaves had a
rough time! For instance Jeanine whipped her slave outside, in front of all of
us, with a heavy bullwhip, which made several bloody stripes on his already
seriously scarred back. Me Myself and Laurence added a few red
"stripes" when invited by Our Friend. Also, We could not resist to
have a little race on Our slaves' neck and rode them into exhaustion in a short
time since We had the race uphill! This was mainly an ordeal for Laurence's
slave xavier, who is significantly older than the other slaves and was really
wrecked. On top of that, he was seriously whipped for arriving the last. I was
congratulated as the winner of the race. This is the normal way things go after
a slave race: it is the Lady of the winning combination that wins, but the
slave of the loosing combination that looses and in most cases is punished for
it. Unfortunately, Angelique, the guide,
was already back after an hour or so and Our slaves had to put on their
t-shirts again and slave andré even had to pull on a sweater as well…
you see, although not spectacular when it comes to living My beloved lifestyle of being pampered, served and being able to unleash My sadistic feelings, I had a great time with My French Friends and We agreed to redo the trip next year.
Lady Contessa Pat
