Already a few weekends ago, I was invited by My French Friend Laurence. Since it was said that We’d have some horseback-riding I had ordered My servant michael to come along and drive Me to My Friend’s.
I actually do not have much time, but nevertheless want to highlight the highlights or special experiences I had during My stay at Laurence’s.
Already after having arrived, Me and another Friend Madame Jeanine, were introduced to three slaves that were in Laurence’s “trou esclave”, her “slave pit”. Three pathetic faces looking up at Us from the bars that covered the whole in the ground.
A few minutes later one of Laurence’s houseslaves came to Us with six plastic beakers we had filled in the toilet just before We went to the garden after She had suggested to go to the toilet since both of Us probably needed to go after the long ride We just had made towards Her. And indeed, on a small table in the toile there were six beakers, two with My name on and two bearing “Madame Laurence”, already filled up to three-fourth. Our host then suggested to pick one of the slaves in the pit and “baptize” the chosen one… Like that the one each of Us would have baptized would also be Our personal slave for the day!
After We had poured Our “liquid” over a chosen slave, We decided that the slave Jeanine had taken had not done his best to collect her piss and swallow it and thus he was taken out of the pit, hosed down with a strong jet of water and fixed to a tree, Madame Laurence’s preferred whipping tree… There he was whipped not only by Madame Jeanine for his lack of dedication to collect Her piss, but also by Laurence for putting her down in front of Her Friends. So it yielded him more than fifty hard lashes, making his back covered in red stripes, although at that moment I did not see real blood yet.
Another “experience” worth mentioning is the work-out training Our slaves got, not only the three from the pit, but also My servant Michael and Laurence’s houseslaves Philippe and xavier. The slaves had to sit on their knees on a line and Laurence stood in front of them blowing a small but loud whistle. With one whistle they had to stand up, two meant to go on their knees and when hearing three whistles they had to lay belly down on the ground.
Me and Jeanine stood behind the slaves, whip at hand to speed up the slaves and make them follow the speed Laurence imposed with her whistle and She made the pace increase steadily until the slaves were not able to follow it and We were whipping the slaves continuously. Of course then, We changed positions and I got the whistle. However, I decided not to use that but instead I stamped once, twice or three times on the ground with My boot as a sign for the slaves to stand, kneel or lay down. After this “work-out” especially the three “stooges” were bleeding on their back since We had been focusing on them (as agreed on from the start). Michael was “striped” a bit, but nothing serious.
And each time when We came from horseback-riding (We rode on Thursday and Friday), michael and the other slaves had to pull off their shirt and put it on the floor to offer it as cloths for Our dirty boots so We would not soil Laurence’s house. After that, they had to sit on all fours around the pit to serve as a human bench. Like that We had put our boots on the bars that covered the pit in which the three “worms” had been locked again so they could already start to do the soles of Our boots with their tongue!
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| An appropriate picture sent to Me by an admirer! |
Unfortunately, I have no more time now for more details. Maybe I will write about it later on when I have more time.
Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante
