Last weekend, I was invited by My German Friend Lady Petra for a “Police-day” at her place. Of course, like Our other Friends, I was eager to accept that invitation! Unfortunately, it was only one day and not a full weekend as I had initially thought. Anyway, like always with My Friends, it was big fun!
As requested, all of Us had brought a kind of “police-outfit” for the occasion. For instance, like Lady Charlotte, I had taken an equestrian outfit more or less imitating mounted police. Also, We were asked to bring one slave, but Our host, Lady Petra, had foreseen five extra slaves. The funny thing was that they all wore kind of T-shirts with messages like “Stop Police brutality”, “men also have rights”, “No more whipping)…” Of course, they had been ordered to do so by Our host and the use of these shirts would soon be clear…
After greeting each other and exchanging hugs and kisses, We changed into Our police uniforms and Petra revealed her sadistic plans. A few minutes later We all had gathered in the big room and the “protesters” were called in one by one. As explained, the slaves were considered as protesters contesting Our positions and power and We, being anti-riot police would make an end to that! Instead of holding nightsticks or other batons, We had and used whips to smash their “uprise”... Me Myself, I had brought a sjambok , a kind of whip that is more like a mixture between a whip and a long baton. Flexible, but yet hard enough to create serious bruises and internal bleedings. It was the whip that once broke fingers of a slave when I used it furiously on his bare hands!
Also, most of Us wore heavy combat boots and made good use of them! Of course, being in equestrian outfit (with a touch of policing) I had good solid riding boots at My feet and the slaves that met them know by now that I do not wear riding boots for fashion! So, the “protesters” came in one by one and We charged on them like hungry She-wolves! Their T-shirts seem to increase Our eagerness to beat them down.
After the “rebellion” was put down by Us as riot police, We congratulated Ourselves for breaking the “rebellion” and had a drink and snacks, offered by Our own slaves (I had brought servant-slave michael for the occasion). Apart from the serving drinks and food, I also had him tongue-cleaning My boots, especially licking away the blood from the arrestees that was on the precious leather.
After about thirty minutes of chitchatting, the “arrestees” again were called in and had to go down on their knees one by one in the middle of the room for “interrogation” and punishment for their “rebellion”.
When the first one stood in front of Us, I slowly and nearly unnoticed walked behind him and as soon as I was behind him, I kicked at the back of his knees making him fall down on his knees and shouted “DOWN!!!” at him, “DOWN in front of your superiors!” As soon as he had more or less stabilized, I stamped him hard on the back making him fall forward. Due to the fact that We had all of them handcuffed with metal handcuffs on the back after their “arrest”, he could not use his hands or arms to support and break his fall and he fell forward, his face hitting the floor! General laughter, combined with a number of lashes from five whips brought him to tears and when he turned around to get up, I went standing over him, and pushed him down under My sole. Then, I put My boot on his throat and slightly pushed. I did not really kicked or put My weight on it since I knew that I could have destroyed his larynx and even killed him if I did so. I simply let him beg for his life and laughed at it. Then, I ordered him to open his mouth and let a few drops of saliva fall into his open mouth. After that, I decided that this would do as punishment,… for then….
The next “arrestees” also were punished likewise. one had been “treated” with a cattleprod and a shorter kind of electrical torture device. Another one was blindfolded on the floor and was kicked for minutes lying helpless on the floor.
After the punishment of the “arrestees”, We had a kind of interrogation game. A game We had played before and always was very pleasant. Therefore, We put our name on a little paper together with a secret word. Then each “haftlinge” or “arrestee” was given one of the papers. they had to read and memorize it, because that was a secret word they were not to reveal. Of course than they were interrogated by Us. One by one, each “arrestee” was “interrogated”. At the start he had to tell the name of the Lady on the paper and then, he was interrogated for the secret word by the other Ladies. Fun Fun Fun! Four powerful Ladies, equipped with all sorts of “instruments” to make an arrestee talk. No need to tell you that We got the secret word out of them in no time. But… of course the One whose name was on the paper checked the time how long “Her” slave could resist Our whips, cattle prod, tasers and even My sjambok.
Of course, none of them could hold longer
than two minutes! Especially, since We did not only used Our whips and batons,
but when they were down on the ground, We started kicking them with Our boots
and as I wrote above, most of Us wore these heavy combat boots and thus kicked
the “protesters” full force, unhindered by the fear of damaging expensive
boots.
After fifteen minutes our so, all of them were seriously bruised, most of them even bleeding from their noose (again). All of them crying out of fear and pain and begging not to do that anymore…
Next, We allowed them to nurse themselves and each other for about half an hour, while in the mean time, We toyed a bit with Our “servant-slaves”. Some of Us took a slave to the toilet, My Friend Charlotte took Jeffa’s slave stephan even upstairs,… but I simply had My boots thoroughly tongue-cleaned again by My servant-slave.
After this little “break”, Our arrestees had to clean Our cars that were outside while Lady Petra, Herrin Carla, Herrin Jeffa and I supervised their work (Lady Charlotte obviously was enjoying another activity…). I made a slave take extra care of the pedals since My precious boots would be on them when driving and Carla was even more wicked and had a slave tongue-clean the tyres of Her car!
After having our cars cleaned, We had diner, served by Our slaves and servants who were completely naked during the serving of the food , but who for sure were glad they were not amongst the “arrestees”! Even for trained slaves, the ordeal they had to undergo was rather hard and by then, their suffering had not stopped yet! Indeed, during the day, We had been giving fines for all kinds of “infractions” and at the end of the day, the fines were counted and paid off! Nevertheless, We were so gentle to let the arrested slaves choose: paying the fines or getting whiplashes for it. Every 100 euro could be exchanged for 10 lashes. Most decided to get the whip instead of paying, but two of them choose to pay after 5 and about 7 lashes since they could no longer stand it and were never going to be able to pay “the bill” with blood and tears! On the other hand, one of them managed to stand the full 80 lashes without paying a euro, but you should have seen his back…
Lady
Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante
