On Saturday I saw most of My German Girlfriends again. I had brought michael and slave jan to the “meeting” since We had agreed to bring one or two slaves each. Hostess Madam Petra had provided some extra slaves to make sure that We would be well served, of course.
To save Michael from being treated too harshly I had taken him with Me from the beginning. In contrast,I had offered My more experienced slave Jan as “common use” for Anyone who’d want him for anything They’d like. Both Madam Petra and Lady Charlotte eagerly made good use of that!
Me Myself,I had "chosen" first Jeffa's new slave stephan and then I had some fun with a nice and good looking slave called marco.
After We were more than warmly welcomed We chatted for more than an hour (We hadn't seen each other for a while!). It was very nice and relaxing and Madam Petra provided two slaves who continuously licked Our boots while we relaxedly exchanged experiences from the last months. To protect servant michael a bit from My Friends sadism, I used him as a footstool all the time and I placed My feet so that My spurs did not push all the time into his back. It saved him some lashes that the other slaves received plenty from My Friends.
After Our chitchatting, the new slaves had to introduce themselves and present themselves for "inspection". We made Our whips move over the naked bodies and the slaves’ nipples, balls and cocks were thoroughly evaluated!
After that, We played a classic game: “Recognize your Owner!” As a first test, the slaves had to recognize Us blindfolded by kissing and licking our boots. They were given half a minute for this and a wrong answer yielded a kick. If the answer was correct, the slave was allowed to move to the next pair of boots. Of course, I had to take off My spurs. Since I was the only One wearing spurs it would have been far too easy for them to recognize Me. Most of the slaves got away with one or two bootkicks. Even without My spurs, My riding boots were apparently clearly recognizable. This also was the case with Petra’s thigh highs and the heavy boots that Jeffa wore.
Then, during the next “game”, it turned out to be a lot more difficult to recognize the One who wielded the whip! The slaves received two lashes from each of Us and had to guess who handled the leather. We had the choice of different whips and of course the meanest whips were the most wanted. All slaves received twelve lashes and it was apparently very difficult to recognize who was lashing out. Three slaves had recognized My “whipping skills”, but that probably just were lucky guesses.
The next game was an hilarious one: The slaves that belonged to one of Us - had to recognize Our ass. For this they were allowed to kiss Our ass for ten seconds (NOT lick!) Also, with this game it was easy to recognize Me since I was the only one wearing riding breeches with a leather seat. slaves who had been paying attention also easily recognized Myriam's leather skirt. The leather trousers of Madam Petra and Lady Charlotte and the jeans worn by Lady Jeffa and Frau Carla made it a bit more difficult, but here too the slaves who had been paying attention had a 50% chance of guessing right of course. So, most of them succeeded in recognizing Our asses. Nice to know that Our slave mostly recognize their Owners ass, isn’t it?
After Lady Charlotte was the last to go to the toilet, the next game could begin: There were 5 numbered cups at the toilet and Petra had asked us when We arrived to fill a cup when we went to the toilet and to remember the number of the cup We had filled up. When all the cups were filled, a slave had to fetch them and bring them to the room. All slaves (including Michael) then had to taste and do two things: indicate the best "drink", recognize the piss of its Owner and say which cup belonged to Whom. The last two was only for slaves whose Owner was present of course.
Although points were supposedly counted, at the end of the games we just randomly decided who lost and who therefore was going to be punished. Each of Us simply pointed out a slave that had lost. so there were… six losers. The losers were placed side by side, first facing Us, afterwards offering their backs… for Our whips! And We made good use of them! Hitting the nipples was an added attraction or game that was highly acclaimed… and most of the backs were criss-crossed with blood-red stripes after the punishment, emphasizing the first part of the word!
In the evening, there was a nice dinner where We were served by ten slaves, while another five were busy in the kitchen. Only a few actually served food and drinks, and the rest were assigned to One of Us. For example, We were allowed to choose a personal “servant” who was fully available during the dinner. Of course, they sat or lay almost constantly at Our feet. With a simple kick We could make it clear that We wanted something… and I also eagerly used My riding crop to keep My slave alert since sometimes things fell on the floor… and if he did not respond quickly enough, I put My boot on top of it and then My slave had more work. At the end I also poured some wine over My boots so that he also got a drink… hahahahahaaaa….
Because I didn't want to make it too late, we left not long after dinner (it was already 8 pm and we still had to drive for two hours!). Although slaves had completely and thoroughly cleaned Our cars, I had slave Jan lick the pedals of My car before I got in to go home. I couldn't risk the soles of My beautiful boots getting dirty...!
Lady Contessa Pat
