France!

Waiting in the hotel room

Last weekend, We had our annual meeting in France with a number of Domme friends I met a few years ago during a holiday.

As I had said in a previous message, the theme this year was “Western”. So as I had expected all Ladies involved showed up in Western boots, most with special spurs, some with hats and guns and when entering out attention immediately went to the mechanical bull in the middle of it. When entering, We got a holster and gun, a special gun that could shoot little plastic balls. A slave fixed it to our thigh and our host, Madame Brigitte, demonstrated how it worked. She pointed the gun to a naked slave that was standing a few meters away and fired a few “bullets”. he convulsed and yelled, each time the little nasty ball hit, but he kept standing in the same position. Apparantly he was standing there for this purpose: catching the “bullets” we fired during the demonstration. Indeed, Brigitte invited Us to try them on her slave. A invitation we gladly accepted… And with a glass of champagne in one hand we fired at random at slaves with the other. A strange sight: slaves running around, naked, their bodies and faces painted like indians, but at the same time wearing glasses to protect their eyes. You see, We don’t expose our slaves to inaccaptable dangerous things !

It was fun and it was soon clear that the most spectacular was when one of them was hit in the balls. you should have seen them jump at a hit! Because, of course, they were not allowed to use their hands to protect or cover their manhood! Not bad for starters We thought. But the shooting went on during the whole afternoon and night, in between other activities!
Later on, other Western related “games” were proposed (no one was obliged to participate and One could always withdraw Herself for a time since there were two or three rooms available to rest or other more intimate things….). The first “event” was that the “indians” got a number and had to find and kiss the boots with their number on. One of the security men (hired by Brigitte for safety) wrote a number on each of Us’ right sole.
The slaves had fifteen minutes to kiss the right boots and the ones that did not comply would be seriously punished. They were told that they could try and error, that they could beg to have a look, or they could simply wait for the punishment,… We forced nobody. They were free to decide themselves what they’d do. So, some tried and got kicked, others begged to look and ….got kicked,
After ten minutes, I had number four on My soles, a big black slave, who devotedly kissed and licked My boots as a loyal dog. he had been smart or just lucky, but some of them got a few boots in their face. 
Then, a guest, who used to work in a Western show, was introduced to teach Us how to use the lasso to catch a runaway…. No need to tell you how hilarious this was, but after half an hour or so, I think nearly all of Us managed to throw it over a slave and tug it.
After diner, the long expected bull ride, the event that all of Us were so curious about started. First there was this Indians vs Cowgirls-contest. The slaves had to ride the bull while the Mistresses rode one of their fellow slaves. The one that fell the first, lost. No need to say that all Cowgirls won. Who’d risk to get the sharp spurs dig in your flesh to win for a fellow slave? But anyway Maitresse Laurence, Madame Brigitte and Myself dug in the spurs without mercy!....hahahahahaaaaaaa….
Then there was a competition between the slaves, who had to ride the bull as long as possible. Each slave had to ride the bull for his Mistress who yelled at him to stay on, while five whips lashed out at him to get him off as soon as possible.
So, those who fell off rather soon were considered to embarras their Mistress and were punished by her in front of the rest. Like that, Lady Jeanines slave, who fell nearly immediately off,  was furiously whipped by Her. My slave (the black guy) did far better, but not as good as Madame Brigitte’s who managed to remain in the saddle for nearly two minutes. So Madame Brigitte was the winner! (Not the slave of course! When a game is won, it is the Lady who wins it. When a contest is lost, it is the slave who looses!!!) 
Afterwards, those that wanted to, could try the mechanical bull and We held a small competition as well between Me, Myriam Laurence and Brigitte. I suspect Brigitte to have trained on it prior to the party, since she managed to stay on the bull for more than a minute and for sure she is no better rider than Me or Myriam! Jeanine and Justine did not participate but enjoyed the spectacle with a slave between their thighs.

Ready for the party!!! Some wondered about My boots: Voila!

Around midnight, We all went to our hotels. Unfortunately, no slave was foreseen in the hotel(room) and if there was a minor lack to this weekend, it was that.

On Sunday, after our exquisite brunch, the bullwhips were brought in. We all agreed: no Western without bullwhips! Indeed Brigitte had asked everyone to bring Our best bullwhip but it was asked to turn them in at arrival. Now they were brought in and all of us immediately started to crack them loud in the air, on the floor and some already aimed at a slave. A deafening concert of explosions that must have scared the slaves to death. Hearing these leather snakes whistle and explode all around them nearly created panic among the naked slaves!  

But, I have no more time today, so I will write on the rest later on.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. As usual, it was a no pictures-party, but of course I can show you a picture of My outfit just before I went.