In Germany... again

 Last weekend, I was at My German Friend Petra, who had invited Me and Our Friend-Mistresses at a place She could use for the weekend from a friend.

Also this “friend” was at home, but it was agreed that She’d be the Mistress-Owner of the house and that he’d be just one of Our slaves.

The choice for this house was because of it was an old remote farm house on the countryside, very suitable for the kind of meetings We have with My Friends and Our slaves.

When We arrived, We were introduced to the slaves that were divided into two categories: “hunden” and “kakerlaken”, dogs and cockroaches…  Petra’s house slaves and the slaves brought by Herrin Jeffa, Lady Frau Charlotte and Herrin Carla were “the dogs”, while the slaves, that were foreseen by Our host as extra meat for Our sadism, were called cockroaches!

So the “kakerlaken” were blindfolded and while crawling on all fours had to find Our host Madam Petra. We told them that She’d move around to allow them to find the Her boots by the sound of them on the floor. But of course, not only Petra’s heels were heard in the room since the four of use simply walked around in it as well. And of course, We “encouraged” the cockroaches with Our whips and boots or shoes so they got whipped and kicked constantly. Sometimes on their body, sometimes in their balls and sometimes even on the head! The “kakerlaken” were told that their ordeal ended as soon as they were able to kiss Petra’s boot, but of course they could never tell whether they succeeded when kissing a boot because of their blindfold. And even if they knew for sure, they would never dare to contradict Our words if We said that they were kissing the wrong boots and got it in their face. Like that indeed several “crawlers” got My boot in their face and it happened several times that We let a cockroach come close to one of Our boots while One of Us took position behind them and like that he got a boot in the face while at the same time he got one of Our boots in the balls! After a while it could be seen that some of them had a bleeding noose since blood was dripping from below the blindfold. And still 15 minutes or so, they were allowed to remove their blindfold and had to tongue-clean the floor on which tens of smeared streaks of blood were visible. During this We sat comfortably at the sides using Our whips on the cockroaches while the other slaves, the “dogs” had to do Our boots and shoes (also the soles had been soiled with blood due to the blood-stained floor).

I had Jeffa’s slave stephan at My boots and that was important for the next test Madam Petra had in store for “the dogs”. The slave that was at Our boots was blindfolded and had to recognize the boots of his (temporary) Owner.  So, slave Stephan had to kiss all Our boots and had to stop and say something like “Danke, Herrin, dass ich deine schonen Stiefel kussen darf” (I hope this is correct German), meaning “Thank You Mistress that I am allowed to kiss your beautiful boots” when he came at My boots. Luckily he was right and indeed said this to Me when at My boots, but the ones that made a mistake during this test where kicked by the boots or shoes they chose wrongly AND by the ones of their (temporarily) Owner. On top of that, Madam Petra’s slave was not only kicked by Lady Charlotte and his Owner, but also whipped seriously for it by Her. The reason was very simple: he had been at Petra’s boots but instead said the words indicating that the boots were his Owners at Charlotte’s boots! So he did not mistook the boots of a temporarily Mistress, but those of his real Owner-Mistress! And that deserved a serious punishment of course!

Another nice moment was when the cockroaches’ feet were fixed together and their hands were strapped at the back and they had to crawl from one room, through a corridor to another room. Due to the straps of course they could only do that by shuffling on their belly. Hilarious! Especially since also they were informed that during this entertainment for Us, the last two cockroaches that reached Madam Petra’s boots (they had to kiss as if it was a finish line) were whipped by all of Us! Of course, during their crawl, the cockroaches encountered several “obstacles”. Me Myself I stood at the entrance of the corridor with a whip, “Peitsche strasse”, “whipping Street”, Lady Charlotte called it. She herself stood at the entrance of the last room with a cattle prod, while Jeffa and Myriam “did” the first room, kicking and whipping the slaves around in it. And I can tell you that the last one did not even reach the corridor! As a result, he was put in a cage to recover after his ordeal in the room with Jeffa and Myriam. And thus We had only the second last in front of Our whips after the little “Haus Gekrieche”, something that translates like “House crawl”. And I can tell you that he really felt sorry that he did not crawl faster and at least end before the last two! I hope that Madam Petra will not get into legal trouble if one of the cockroaches would put charges against her for suffering permanent damage. Especially that last one was really outraged, but he had signed for it in advance!

Another thing worth mentioning was the little game I introduced after We were throwing a little ball in the garden after which the cockroaches had to crawl towards it and fetch it. Every time a cockroach could bring a ball to the Mistress who had thrown it, he got a point. You should have seen the cockroaches crawling like crazy, sometimes nearly fighting to get the ball in their mouth… they were told that at the end the one that had the least points again was punished and they had seen before what that meant! But, after a while I felt that it started boring Us and I introduced a variant of it in which We did not throw the little ball, but kicked it into the garden. But not only We kicked the ball, but also a slave had to hold the ball when We kicked it away. And for that I especially changed from My pumps into a pair of Western boots. No need to say that these (but also the shoewear from My Friends) caused some collateral damage to a few hands. Especially the pointed toe of Carla’s pumps was a real nightmare for the slave that had to hold the little ball at the “kick-off”

 Anyway again: We had a great and exciting time…

 Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Dream

Last night, I had a wonderful dream.

I appeared to be a plantation owneress in my dream and there were several people from my real world in it. My best friend was kind of chief overseer and whipped slaves to death just for fun. Strangely, the slaves on my plantation were not black, but were refugees that were arrested while trying to cross the borders. In one or the other way, they were sold (or given) to me as slaves. I guess European governments just gave them to me in order to get rid of them?

Anyway, I had hundreds of slaves at my disposal and amongst them tens of personal slaves. One of them was a british guy who I am chatting with regularly (in real life) and who is fond of my riding outfit. Also my best friend was in it as a kind of chief overseer and very dedicated to urge the slaves to toil beyond their limits. It appeared to be the habit that slaves were continuously whipped to work harder but when a slave no longer could stand the whip and fell down, he was kicked with our boots until he got up again or died. Whatever came first... Strangely, me and my friend wore typical SS- or Nazi uniforms, while all the other characters wore 18th or 19th century clothes. I know, dreams can be strange. Also anachroic was that part of the plantation also had a building that looked the same as my real life company but instead of the normal employees, also slaves were working in it under the strict supervision of me and my chief overseer. 

While I was overlooking the toiling slaves, a slave hurried to bring me a cool drink. But, as he ran towards me, my friend stuck out her foot and made him trip over, in front of me. Like that, he was right in front of me, fully exposed and at the mercy of my boots. So, I kicked him hard and cruel for his mistake and when he said that my friend made him trip over, I handed him over to her to be punished for accusing her.

Most slaves had no recognizable faces to me, but I recognized that English guy whom I am chatting with for quite some time. he was continuously at my boots as a kind of "bootslave", a slave responsible to keep my boots bright and shiny at all instances. It was his task to tongue-cleaning them when soiled with whatever I stepped in.  That included licking away blood of slaves that might have gotten on the precious leather during during a "meeting" with my boots. I seemed to consider him as a more privileged slave since I allowed him to worship my thighs and behind and massaging them. On top of that, I had him beat up another slave with a nightstick. I guess I considered him a bit as my bodyguard although I did not seem to need protection. I seem to remember that there was a second personal slave at my other boot while I was mounted so I had a "bootslave" at each of my boots who even tongued my boots while in the saddle, keeping even the soles spic and span. Me and my chief overseer indeed were mounted most of the times and rode on horseback between the toiling slaves whipping them continuously and accidentally a slave was ran over and trampled. It was during such a scene that I woke up abruptly. I was whipping a slave who could no longer cope with it and fell down. I turned My horse a bit and made it run over the slave, but then, all of a sudden I woke up and felt sorry it was all just a dream.

Although very strange combinations, it was a vivid dream that gave me a good feeling and I sensed that I was hot and wet when waking up! I guess it must have been because of my lack of this kind of feelings for a long period (due to my covid19). I wonder if any of you also have these kind of dreams. I would be glad to know and always welcome your experiences at madam_kommandante@yahoo.com.

Lady Contessa Pat

Lady Contessa Pat or Madam Kommandante?

Yesterday, someone asked Me about My name, why I use Lady Contessa Pat one day and Madam Kommandante another time.

Let Me explain:

When I was young everyone called Me (little) Pat, but after a few years that changed slowly to people calling Me Lady Patricia (My official first name). When I discovered My dominant nature, I decided that I should have a title and when I dug into My family’s history, I found out that Countess was the most obvious since there had been a few Dukes and Countesses in My (greater) family. The most interesting was one who lived in Italy and thus was called “Contessa”. That is why I took the name “Lady Contessa Pat” when referring to My dominant life and feelings. A few years ago someone called Me Madam Kommandante. He told Me that I made him think of a female camp commander in a German camp during world war 2 (must have been the heavy black leather riding boots I was wearing).

When someone started My fantasy group LCPCF for Me, I found “Madam Kommandante” very suitable for Me and thus I used the name “Lady Contessa Pat” when referring to My real (dominant) life and “Madam Kommandante” for My fantasy-life in LCPCF.

I hope this makes it all clear.

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Castle Delights

In My natural habitat?

Last weekend I went with My friend Myriam to the Ardennes (for riding). Since we were only  the two of Us, We had taken one of My admirers with Us.

But that is not what I was going to write about.

On Saturday We went to Luxemburg and visited a castle. (I don’t know why, but I like these old “buildings”). Of course the most interesting part was the dungeon where to My delight there were still “items” to make someone talk or just suffer beyond imagination. My piece of cake!!!! Especially the fact that these “devices” were real and no replica’s or so and knowing that they were actually really used on people made Me hot!

The "head-harness"

Especially that special metal “head-harness” triggered My imagination. How nice it must have been to have your enemy in it and having all kind of whips, pliers, red hot irons,… at Your disposal! What power that must have given, the victim fully surrendered to Your whim, in times nobody questioning whatever You did to him (or her). Even torturing them slowly to death!

Now again, I get hot and wet when writing about it.

Maybe all this is far too extreme, but I simply cannot resist to share My experience and thoughts about it.

Lady Contessa Pat

Visit of Lady Petra

Last weekend Lady Petra was again with Me. She came over from Germany for two days and had brought her personal slave carl along. A 30-something stud. I had the impression that she wanted to show him to Me and especially his capacities as ponyboy. Because she immediately proposed to ride him during the weekend and have a race like we had a few months ago. It sounded like a revenge for our little races a few months ago, but I didn’t care. Afterall, games are always fun….

And indeed he was a real slavehorse: all muscles and tanned. And when I raced them (with jan) we had no chance. carl was at least 20 cm taller and 20 kg heavier than jan while I am sure that also Petra herself weighs at least 15 kg less than Myself.

After she had shown their riding skills, she offered Me to ride him as well. What a stability! I could feel the power under Me! and he was so well trained! he reacted woith the slightest touch with My calves or spurs and he noticed the change of My centre of gravity like a real horse! So I rode him for more than thirty minutes around My property.

In the evening I took her to a fancy restaurant and when We came home, We got our slaves out of their cages for some “sensual” toying….

On Sunday,  I took Petra to a former prison camp not that far away. As a German she was a bit reluctant to visit it, but I could convince her that she had no fault in what happened and that it would be very rewarding to visit such a place with Our slaves.

So, after an extensive brunch, we drove to the place. When we walked through the central corridor, it was nice to hear Our boots resounding loud on the cobblestones. Maybe some of you may find it a bit strange, but the sound made Me hot and it made Me think of My fantasy group.

I asked Petra and our slaves if they noticed it as well and Petra told Me that She could imagine how it must have been walking the place. Hearing Our boots resound menacingly. Seeing the prisoners around on their knees, knowing that We could do to them as We’d  like….  I think that with these words Her timidity towards the camp subsided and she no longer let the true origin of the place spoil her feelings and sexual arousal that came with it.

In one of the barracks, Petra told Me that there was some dirt on My boots.

In front of the camp (with kind permission of Lady Petra)

Of course she had looked around prior to her “noticing” if there were no other people around. So carl immediately went down and licked My boot, removing the “dirt” and dried the wet spot with his sleeve. Then she kicked him on the ass and told him that he should beg Me to kiss My other boot as well. As a result I ordered jan to do the same with Petra’s boots. Hilarious! Having two slaves licking our boots in a public place…. it made Me even hotter than I already was and I couldn’t help kissing My Friend and thank her. Later that evening, she told Me that it had made her hot as well. Unfortunately, voices further down the corridor broke the momentum and we left the room like two couples…

Lady Contessa Pat 

Boots!

An admirer of My strictness sent Me this pic since he knew about My interest in the lifestyle of SS-Guardesses during WW2. “Lifestyle”!!! That means I am NOT sympathizing with the political ideas that are behind this and held up by these women.

But it is the unlimited power they had over the inmates that attracts Me. 

The pic attached is said to show the soles of Hermine Braunsteiner’s boots. She was called “the mare” because she used to kick prisoners with her steel reinforced boots. And, when looking at the picture, can you imagine how it must have been getting kicked with boots like that? Honestly, I’d be delighted to walk through the camp in boots like that, knowing that I could decide on life or death of the prisoners….Hmmmmmm…. Can you imagine the sound they made on the cobblestones? And how I’d tap My whip on them….

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Personal accessories

I have never made it a secret that I would not have have mind living in another era. I think living in the southern states of America about three hundred years ago would have suited Me. Recently I got this picture from an admirer who sent this to Me stating that I’d might be an excellent plantation Mistress. And looking at the picture, I think that might be true…..

It is nice to see that a good whip is considered as a normal “utility” in a Lady’s personal things. I wonder how many backs have met this little aid, but from the type and length, I would not be surprised if it was mainly used to hit a slave in the face.

I wonder if any of you readers have examples of era when Ladies like Myself would be respected instead of being reviled. I would like you to let Me know.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Fun in the Dungeon

When abroad or on holidays, I always like to visit castles and dungeons. The one I visited lately was one I had great interest in. The guide told us that it that the dungeon had been used by the Countess to punish and torture paysants and servants that she didn’t like.
She was married to the old Count with an aged difference of more than 40 years.
According to the guide, the legend says that she used to lock up young men in the dungeon and torture them if their young bride didn’t serve her. The girls could only save their husband from severe torture by serving the Mistress! Someone in the group asked with a big smile what this “service”could have been then. “Anything that the Countess might have liked” the answer came with an even bigger smile. Everyone probably thinking the same, nobody saying it loud.
One of the anecdotes was that She had ravished the old Count into a horse and rode him during the night in her hunt for new girls. Of course everyone realizes that this is just a legend based on phantasy, but as I discussed this later with My friend Myriam, there might be something about it: isn’t it possible that the old count was a kind of masochist and the young Countess a Dominant that used her “husband” as a ponyboy? Is it a coincidence that it was said that she rode him only during the night? Then tell Me, what is the most probable time a couple like them would release their sexual desires?
Isn’t it that all ferytales have some origin in reality?
So, we came to the conclusion that indeed this is a place of great historical value and that is why I asked Myriam to take a picture of Me in the dungeon where possibly for years the most sadistic “excessen” took place.
Our imagination went wild when later in the hotel we discussed the place and what might have happened there…


Lady Contessa Pat

Of course, I could not leave the historical place without a picture of Me in it!