A nice weekend with a French Friend

Last weekend, I had invited One of My French Friends to come over to My place. Since “Maitresse Laurence”, like Myself, is a fanatic rider I had planned to have a good ride on Saturday. I had asked My Friend Myriam if Laurence could ride Her horse since Myriam could not ride along on Saturday (having a meeting with Her family somewhere near the coast).

Also, I had ordered My servants frank and michael to accompany Us and act like joggers that “apparently” were coincidentally at the same trail in case We’d cross other people.

So, they had to ran with Us carrying bags of drinks, refreshments and snacks for Us and serving Us during the ride anytime We wished. Like that, they had to walk and sometimes run to keep the pace and when We were confident that there were no other people around, We had them worship, kiss and tongue-clean Our riding boots. Now and then, We stopped, dismounted and made a little walk in the forest for a minute or so. Of course, they had to go down on all fours to be used as footsteps to make Us mount easily when We wanted to get back in the saddle. Also, Our little walk made Our beautifully cleaned boots dirty again and they had to use their tongue once more. No need to tell you that We did all this on purpose to emphasize Our superiority!

Halfway, We stopped for a little pick-nick when We came at a picknick table along the trail. Our servants set the table while We enjoyed ourselves with a small race nearby. As you can see on the picture (unfortunately poor quality), they had put a table cloth and offered Us amongst others, oysters, pastries, grapes, dragon fruit, strawberries and other delicious fruits.

We enjoyed them and in our infinite goodness, We allowed Our servants to have the left-overs. Of course, they had to beg for it! That means: on their knees, hands in front like a dog, not allowed to use their hands to eat, but eating from Our hands… “the hands that feed”! Fun! Our servant humiliated as if they were Our dogs. Laurence even made frank bark like a dog… hahahahahaaaaaa….

And then, when they had removed the cloth I stepped on the table, ordered to put the last grapes on it and squashed these leftover grapes.  michael was “allowed” to lick the remains from My soles while frank had to lick away the remains of it from the table. Afterall, We are civilized Ladies and did not want to leave public property dirty… hahahahahahaaaaa…!

My tongue-cleaned boots

After Our ride, We drove (by car) to the manege to bring back the horses and then to My place to change.

When She came down again, Laurence complimented Me with My outfit. She said that She found My black leather dress “absolument fabuleux”, absolutely fabulous! But She as well looked great in Her thigh highs!

So, when We had praised each other’s outfit and had Our slaves and servants do so as well, We went to a restaurant. frank and michael however stayed at My place to supervise slaves marc and jan who were ordered to tongue-clean the whole path from My front door to the guest room where My Friend would stay the night. I told them that the floor better be spic-and-span or all of them would face a serious punishment. And they knew that I meant business especially with Laurence at My side! All of them knew that, like Myself, She was an adept of the whip and did not hesitate to whip someone to bleeding. I had seen that several times! “Un bon fouet résout tout!” (A good whip solves everything) She used to say!

Anyway, they had been warned. For the rest frank and michael were allowed to do with My slaves as they would like, but I doubt that they made good use of the offer… 

When We came home from diner, I did not even put effort in checking their work. I knew that for sure they had done their best not to give Me any excuse to beat the shit out of them!

When We arrived, the four of them stood at the entrance, My slaves on their knees to kiss Our boots as a welcome and to tongue-clean Our leather beauties in case, We’d find them a bit dirty or so. But also, frank and mi/chael stood behind them holding both a whip they offered Us and as soon as We had the whips in Our hands, jan and marc crawled aside and frank and michael went down on their knees and kissed the tip of Our boots as a welcome. “Bien dressé!”  My Friend said in approval as She kicked servant michael aside.

Less than a minute later, I had My slaves attach a good pair of sharp rowel type spurs to My boots. Not that I really used them, but it always adds to My superior feeling over My slaves knowing what I could do to them with these spurs without blinking an eye.

Anyway, We had some fun with Our slaves and servants before We went to Our rooms…

During Our ride, We had already discussed that Laurence could just have one of My servants to serve Her during the evening and night and “Ladywise”, I offered her to choose. She choose Michael so I had servant frank for the night…

On Sunday morning, My slaves had made an extensive breakfast for Me and My Friend. During this, frank and michael stayed under the table kissing and worshipping our boots, massaging Our legs,… or whatever We liked. When We had finished, they were allowed to take our place and have the leftovers (that were still plenty available).  After that, My slaves had to clean up everything. In the mean time, We already relaxed in My library, chitchatting with My Friend while first My slaves and afterwards My servants served Us.

After a while, when all of them were available again, We used slave jan and marc as Our footrest while I had frank massage My legs and thighs while servant michael had to put his head under My Friend’s skirt licking Her!

Then, as soon as the morning rain had stopped, We went out for a short walk in My village and visited the local pub. I was not really surprised when I saw that some men looked at Us when We entered the pub, as if they saw two aliens. I know that in My village I am considered as an “out of reach catch”, but also Laurence made impression on several men! I could see that how their gazes followed Her when She went to the toilet.

Anyway, when We came back at My estate, the soles of Our boots needed cleaning again (from walking outside and We did not avoid puddles…!) and it yielded a hard time for My slaves since Laurence nearly constantly whipped them during their licking Our boots!

About an hour later, We hugged and kissed goodbye because Laurence needed to be back home in France before diner. Since frank had picked up Laurence and had driven Her to My place like a professional driver, also he had to leave early to drive My Friend back to France.

Nevertheless, michael was still with Me to give Me a relaxing and exciting afternoon…

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante