French Friends…! Part 2

When We came inside Brigitte’s house, She invited Us to the cellar that was completely equipped like a dungeon and where one of the “cibles” was fixed to a whipping cross at the wall. On the opposite side more than twenty whips and other items that could be used to make someone suffer were on display on a large table.

“Come on Ladies, lets make him bleed!” Brigitte instigated Us, but their was no need for pushing Us and in no time We were whipping the slave the three of Us simultaneously: Three sadistic Ladies using Their well chosen whips on the defenceless naked body in front of Us! 

The slave constantly moving insofar the cuffs and ropes allowed the movements since he got nearly constantly lashes on his body that had become completely red in no time and on which several old cuts were being ripped open again by Our biting lashes. Like that small rivulets of blood started run down at several spots on his back. But even then, he did not scream yet, only produced some muffled sounds each time a somewhat harder lash came home.

And than We decided on a procedure that guaranteed the cruellest whipping: One by one We’d whip him three times and the first One that succeeded to make him scream and beg to stop would win the small at the spot created competition. Like that Laurence hit him three times and I could see that he had to grit his teeth not to scream it out and I realised that I only had to hit him a little bit harder to get him over the edge, and indeed, with My second hit a managed that he could no longer resist and screamed it out! Of course, that was not the end of it since We had never said that We’d stop whipping him after he gave in…. hahahahahahahaa…. and thus We continued whipping him in series of three until his back was bleeding like probably never before! To be honest I was shocked at myself afterwards when I saw how We had damaged him! I was surprised We had gone that far, but in the so called “heat of the fight” One risks to forget boundaries. But afterall, Brigitte had told Us, when introducing them, that they both were hardened and experienced slaves that wanted a whipping till bleeding!  

Anyway, the second one got pretty much the same “treatment”, but he had seen how his fellow slave had been whipped to shreds and begged from the beginning not to go that far on him. I had never seen or heard a slave (painslut) that normally longs for a whipping, begging for this before even the first lash was launched at him! We must have made some impression! However, also he had to endure a serious whipping during which he was blindfolded and had to tell each time who administered the whiplash. We had told him he’d get 3 from each of Us, but this number would be increased each time he guessed wrong. Each time he was right, We’d subtract one lash. Of course We hit him in a random order and changed whips very frequently, not to make it too easy for him. I guess he must have had more than thirty! By the time We had finished with him, Brigitte’s slave nick had also finished nursing the wounds on the first whipping boy’s back and could start with the second one.

After the slaughtering, We went back upstairs where Brigitte had ordered two slaves to sit on their knees, legs spread. I recognized them as the “garcons de bottes” and the tallest of them explained that they were there to give Us the opportunity to test Our boots… With a smile I took the invitation and I kicked both straight in the balls and also Laurence followed My example and kicked one straight in his “manhood”.

The boots several slaves got to 

encounter more closely this weekend.

 

 

These boots are made for kicking… 

That is what they do… 

One of this days these boots are gonna kick all over you…!

 At that moment, We got the idea to kick them again a few times and have them tell Us, Who had the cruellest kick or boots, and of course We called the other Ladies to join Us in the little “competition”.

I was sure that both slaves would agree that My kicks are the hardest and cruellest. I guessed that My pointed Western boots guaranteed that. And indeed, they did! So, We had both slaves blindfolded and then Me, Laurence, Brigitte and Dea each kicked the slaves three times in the groin! Honestly, I admitted that most probably it were mainly My lovely Westerns that made the difference…

After that, I had become thirsty and had a few drinks while the two “ballboys” had to kiss, worship and tongue-clean the boots that had nearly destroyed their manhood.   

And then, I saw that Laurence’s slave philippe was available and since I knew that this much younger slave is very skilled in licking his Mistress to orgasm, I pointed at him, ordering him to My boots as well. After having him kissed My boots, I grabbed his hair and ordered him (together with the slaves that were kissing My boots) upstairs. No need to tell you what followed… 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

French Friends

I don’t think I ever kicked someone in the balls so hard and so repeatedly like last weekend! Indeed, I was invited by My French Friend Madam Brigitte to come over to have some fun together with a few other Friends and slaves. The only thing I had to bring was one or two slaves AND good sadistic vibes, She had said. And as expected it was this kind of weekend I had missed for much too long! Since I knew that it was going to be a rough weekend for the slaves, I took My slave jan instead of one of My servants with Me.

When I arrived, I was welcomed by Brigitte who already had two slaves at Her feet that were immediately ordered to welcome Me in an appropriate way and thus these “bootboys”, “garçons de bottes”, kissed the nice white Western boots I was wearing respectfully and offered themselves to have My boots clean and shiny throughout the weekend. I smiled and hugged My Friend and entered the room where the others had gathered: Madame Laurence, Madame Jeanine and two Ladies I had not met before: Maitresse Joanne and Madame Dea. Both were significantly younger than the rest of Us, but nevertheless, they already seemed to be as experienced as Us in keeping slaves under their heels! When I looked at one of Joanne’s slaves, it was clear that living under Her authority was no walk in the park for a slave. The whipmarks and other bruises spoke for themselves! But, also two slaves that were called “cibles”, whipping targets, clearly already had been subjected to serious “training” when looking at their back well “decorated” with old and fresh whipmarks that for sure had been bleeding seriously. A sign that We could go loose on those of course! And that We did! But before that We chitchatted and exchanged experiences and ways how to keep Our slaves under heel while offered exquisite refreshments and snacks, all presented to Us by a few naked slaves.

After this, Our host, Madame Brigitte, introduced the slaves individually. Our “cibles” were presented as slaves who had paid to be whipped and so Brigitte suggested joking to give them good value for their money…

My slave jan was introduced as “the personal slave of the whipping Queen of Belgium” and he had to show the whipmarks on his back. Two other ones were said to offer their balls to Our boots and the first one spread his legs demonstratively after which Jeanine kicked him full force in his “manhood”. I also kicked him two times like that when he passed Me and that hurt since I was still wearing My white Western boots that had this hard pointed tip! I also told him I’d expect to further toy with him later on (which I did!) and the second “ballboy” received likewise kicks from Me (and Madame Dea). Others, like Laurence’s slave philippe got some whiplashes from several Ladies during his introduction.

After the last one had been presented, Brigitte explained what She had in mind for the day, but also said that all of Us could in fact do as We liked if We preferred other “activities”, including use any of the slaves for sexual pleasure… and I think that most of Us made good use of that “offer” during the weekend! I for sure had Laurence’s slave philippe’s tongue between My legs while two other slaves kissed and licked My boots frantically since I had told them that I would skin them alive with a whip in case they’d did not perform to My liking. And they knew that during such a weekend, I would make them bleed seriously if I was not fully satisfied! The intoxicating feeling of power that it gave Me (together with Philippe’s tongue), made Me orgasm three times in less than five minutes!

However, that was later that day, at late afternoon, and after the introduction, We were invited to spend some time in her jacuzzi. Together with Mistress Joanne, Laurence and Jeanine, I decided to do so and We continued Our chat and after fifteen minutes or so I put My feet outside the tub and signed a slave to kiss and massage them. Less than a minute later the three of Us had a slave massaging Our feet and calves. Interesting and relaxing, but after a while Laurence suggested to have a ride, and a few minutes later Me and Laurence were sitting on a slave’s back. After being dried off by a slave, I pulled My Western boots back on and ordered My slave jan to take some Mexican rowel type spurs out of one of My suitcases and fix them at My boots. Also, Laurence, who is like Me a fanatic rider, had been ordering a pair of spurs, but unlike Mine, Hers were only classic blunt ones. Anyway, We rode Our slaves on all fours around the jacuzzi and the rest of the house, with only My bathing suit and spurred white Western boots… After that, We were invited by Brigitte to test a series of new whips on the two “esclaves cibles”. Of course, I could not let that pass and after getting dressed again, I went inside together with Jeanine and Laurence…

To be continued (when I have more time)…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Riding...

I know that it has been quite some time that I wrote something here, but that simply was because I had not much interesting to “report”. Last months were a bit ordinary with only some daily urging and (mild) punishing of My slaves and servants, and, of course, two lovely vacations during which I unfortunately had no slaves at My disposal! But,… I hope that this will change within two weeks when I will visit and see My French Friends and these “meetings” always are… heavy!

Nevertheless, I also had a nice riding trip to the Ardennes last weekend with My Friend (also Domme). We also had taken two slaves (My Friend had taken her slave while I had ordered one of My servants to “join”) to have some extra fun and to have several refreshments and snacks at our disposal during the ride. After all, it was around 30 degrees Celsius on Sunday and thus We could use some of that and two beasts of burden to carry all of it, including a few good bullwhips, in their backpacks. So, We had them come to specific spots deep in the woods, at a special remote spot (I had been visiting before already a few times) where no hikers or other “tourists” come. Here of course, We could have Our riding boots tongue-cleaned (while in the stirrups), use them as a step to mount and dismount, sit on them, use them as footstool,… and after having reached a second (likewise) spot, We took Our bullwhips from the backpack and uncoiled them…

Then, We snapped and cracked the leather business ends in the air to make Our slaves shiver for what could come. As you might know I like long bullwhips very much, BUT at the same time I think they are a bit unhandy for inside use. That is why I had taken the opportunity to use them this weekend at this remote place. Both slaves started begging Us not to use Our whips on them, but of course that was in vain and so they kept on begging for mercy after We had “started”.  Already five lashes later, My servant michael had sagged on his knees in front of the tree, as a sign that he could no longer cope with it. Being too good, I stopped lashing him and asked My Friend to “help” Her and the next five minutes or so, Her slave dirk was bullwhipped by two eager whiphands! Also this “hardened” and experienced slave sagged to the tree after this five minutes and begged to stop what he called slaughtering him. To be honest, We did not even draw blood, only created some distinct red streaks!

Anyway, We had enjoyed Ourself and after Our toys had kissed Our whiphands they placed themselves again as footstools to mount Our mounts and tongue-clean Our boots again as soon as We were in the saddle again. After all, Our boots had become dusty by then and one cannot let Ladies like Us ride in dirty boots, can he? We only saw them back after the ride at the parking place where Our cars and van was left. We had Our slaves take care of the horses while We left for diner in a simple, but cosy restaurant and once again, I found out that Women in riding outfit always can count on lustful glances from men…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante