In the Pyrenees

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!

Probably the highest point We reached

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!

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