Meeting in Germany (part 2)

For dinner, We went to a restaurant nearby, while Our slaves where cuffed and chained except for Mistress Carla’s house slave johan who had to act like a kind of “guard”, but that was mainly for safety reasons. In order to be able to check the slaves during Our absence, Carla also had placed a kind of remote camera. With Her iPhone She could check it in real time anyway She wanted. To be honest, She only check and showed Us two times, but Our slaves of course did not know and could not risk to do something We might not like. When We came back at Carla’s, We toyed a bit with Our personal slaves that still were there (the occasional slaves had been send home right before We left for the restaurant) and after a while I took servant michael with Me to the hotel, while slave jan was left at Carla’s to sleep together with a few slaves, on the floor in a small room of Her’s. they would be woken in the morning by slave johan to prepare Us Mistresses an exquisite breakfast. servant michael on the other hand was taken to the hotel to “serve” Me during the night… No need to tell you that My facial dildo was very well used, not only late night, but also in the morning. As a result, I came very relaxed and satisfied back to the house of Mistress Carla where I changed back into My uniform before I took a seat at the table. With a tap on My black leather jackboot servant michael knew what to do, crawled under the table and started to kiss My boots for the whole time. Also other Ladies had a slave at their boots so it was rather crowded under it and when We started kicking out randomly, without seeing what or who We hit, it got hilarious as some panic seemed to break out under Us… It was big fun! At the end of Our breakfast, all slaves were gathered on all fours around the table for their “breakfast”. Indeed, We through all the leftovers on the floor and started smashing it all under our boots. Then Our slaves were ordered to eat and lick everything from Our boots like dogs and finally tongue-clean the floor. Even half an hour after We had left the table to relax in the lounge after Our meal, three slaves were still licking the floor clean and now and then, Our host Mistress Carla went to check their work. I do not know what exactly happened then, but firm whiplashes and screams could be heard together with Carla shouting at the slaves. I asked slave jan about it later on (when driving home) and he told Me that She kicked his fellow slaves in the face and whipped them full force without mercy. Apparently, several of them were bleeding from their noose due to this, but he was lucky not to get Her boot in his face, only on his body. Anyway, by 11 o’clock the ad hoc slaves, slaves that were only for the occasion at Our “service” arrived, all of them had to crawl through the “Stiefel Tunnel”, the tunnel of boots. I think you can imagine what that was. Indeed, We formed two rows about one and a half meter from each other and the arriving prisoners had to crawl between these rows. Like that, they were welcomed in an appropriate way, by Our boots! These slaves were gathered for a special “game” and another call of roll was organized. One of the slaves was dragged out of the line by his hair and dumped in front of Carla’s boots so She could use him as a platform to stand on while explaining the next game. Carla explained that We were going to whip a slave two by two. That meant for instance that I whipped slave ivan who had been attributed to My “opponent” Lady Jeffa, while Jeffa whipped slave Klaus, the slave that I had on My little paper during the “lottery”. The slave that yelled the most and loudest had to pay the Mistress that whipped him. Like that, the Lady that whipped the hardest earned money from the other Mistress’ slave. The first whipping game was between Myriam and Mistress Carla Herself. Since both slaves yelled at each hit and with nearly the same intensity, We considered it a tied game and decided that both slaves had to pay! And when the second “game” between Charlotte and Petra also lead to apparently even screaming, we decided to use the soundmeter of an iPhone to call a Winner. Of course, Myriam, Mistress Carla, Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra had to compete again since their whipping was not measured with the sound meter! Finally, it appeared that Petra’s slave had screamed the overall loudest, but that was no surprise since he was whipped two times by Lady Charlotte, and She is a real expert when it comes to whipping! I can also proudly that I had managed to make My slave scream only 5 decibel less than Charlotte! Since it was so funny and hilarious (at least for the Ones wielding the whips), We decide to have another variant of the game and the slaves had to spread their legs and have Us kick them in the balls! Me, Madam Petra and Mistress Carla managed to make Our slaves scream more than 100 decibel, but Madam Petra actually won making her slave scream with 107 dB! Of course the three of Us had excellent boots to do this! After a late lunch the slaves had to go down on their knees forming a line like a call of roll and had to tell one by one to each Lady how much he had enjoyed the weekend. one of them said to Me that he had the best time of his life under My boots. Another one told Me that he liked My uniform and especially My high black leather riding boots complete with spurs and that they made everyone fear Me. As a reward, I allowed him to kiss them. For several of the ad hoc slaves, it was the moment to offer themselves as 24/7-slaves to My German Friends. Unfortunately for them all of Us already have Our personal slaves but some of My Friends choose a few of them to put on a kind of substitutes list. After that, We had to leave for home and I thanked Our host Mistress Carla for the invitation and great time We had. slave jan and servant Michael kissed the tip of Her riding boots to show their gratitude and We left. Another great weekend! Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Meeting in Germany

Koln! Here We come!

Last weekend, I was invited by My German Friend Carla for an exciting weekend with Our little group of Dominant Ladies. I was even more thrilled when She told Me that She proposed all of Us to wear Military uniforms and have a weekend treating Our slaves as prisoncamp prisoners! Bullseye! My strongest fantasy!

It was asked to bring two slaves each if possible and I took slave jan together with servant michael to Duisburg. Of course, also Lady Carla had arranged several slaves that were considered as prison camp slaves and could be used at wish by Us. To make a distinction between slaves like My servant jan and the other “no mercy-slaves” he (and another “servant”) was allowed to wear a striped prisoner’s suit. The others were naked for the whole weekend! These “prisoners” were numbered with a black marker from 11001 to 11009 on several places of their body. After this “markierung”, Frau Carla ordered them on a line for a call of roll. When they stood stock still next to each other, We walked the line one by one, inspecting their naked bodies, running Our crop, whip or club over them. Now and then stopping in front of one of them

It was a great sight to see a row of naked slaves trembling in front of Us, Ladies in military uniforms, high boots and whip in hand! Of course We did not carry Our whips or clubs for decoration! A few examples: Petra spat in one’s face  and I who came after Her, told the prisoner that he was unclean! That I considered presenting himself with saliva in his face lack of respect for Us inspecting Ladies and I whipped him in the face for it with My crop! Another example: several prisoners got Our boots on their naked feet. I did so as well, but My riding boots were nothing compared to for instance Jeffa’s high heels. The slaves that had to undergo this ordeal screamed it out, every one of them! And all of them got multiple hits from Our whips!
When all of Us had walked the line, the slaves were ordered to get down on their knees, spreading their legs! And Our “inspection” continued… No need to tell you what happened next!

After the call of roll, We let the “prisoners” recover a bit since most of them had received a few kicks on their manhood. I also had been putting the sole of My heavy riding boots on a few slaves’ cocks, squashing them until they were as flat as possible! Fun!

When the slaves had been more or less recovered, it was interrogation time: all prisoners had to put a word on a little paper. A word they had to try not to reveal! The little papers were delivered to “servant” marcus who rang a bell when We succeeded to have the prisoners tell their secret word. Unfortunately, but to make the contest more equal, We only got a crop during the first round.

First there was Lady Charlotte, who managed to make her slave (do not exactly know who it was) say his secret word in about five minutes. By far not fast enough to win. Myriam was next and immediately started hitting Her prisoner in the face with her crop, but it was only when she started using her crop on his exposed manhood that he gave in. I think it took Her about three minutes! Then it was My turn and I was unlucky (or lucky?) to have a slave, (11004) that appeared to be a kind of painslut and thus, I had to go real hard on him to make him say the word “reitpeitsche” (riding crop), his secret word! Although I not only hit his nipples to bleeding and took them between My fingers and twisted them, nearly pulling them off, it took Me more than 6 minutes! Disappointing, I know… The winner was Lady Petra whose prisoner could only stand Her interrogation for less than two minutes! Her method? Hitting him continuously full force in the face with the crop together with putting Her boot on his dick and balls, squeezing them and threatening him to flatten and destroy his balls and dick completely! Indeed, males seem to be scared to death when it comes to destroying their manhood! The interrogation “game” ended with the prize for the Winner, Lady Petra, who received a bottle of Champagne and was offered to whip a special slave to serious bleeding. This slave was said to be real painslut and indeed, his body was scarred all over with healed and semi-healed whip marks. Fifteen minutes later, he was bleeding all over! Lady Petra was not selfish and offered all of Us to join and enjoy Ourselves ripping the fool open with Our whips. All of Us made good use of it! Afterwards, he was nursed by another slave who was a professional paramedic.

 

To be continued when I have more time…

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

BTW since Our “meetings” are always no-pictures weekends, I add a nice picture taken from the car when I could spot the city of Koln in the distance.