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

Invited by My Friend Jeffa

My Friend Jeffa had invited Me last weekend to show her new house and so she could also show her new slave Markus. I, for My part, had brought servant frank along. I had warned him that he better behave like a real slave (instead of the “servant” he is) and certainly not to ignore or poorly execute any wish of My Friend. But, he already knew that. She always punishes slaves who do not "perform" as she wants and expects, very hard. She is not so familiar with the concept of “servants”. To her, all men are slaves! (at least those with submissive feelings)

Anyway, I was warmly welcomed at My Friend’s: first intimate hugs and kisses from Herself, then by her two slaves who started kissing My boots as if possessed. This was a bit different from what I am used to as a greeting (one firm kiss on the toes of both boots), and after half a minute or so, I kicked Jeffa's slaves away. I certainly did not do that gently, because I knew that Jeffa has no mercy with her slaves and her slaves are slaves, real slaves, no “servants”. Then I was offered a drink and a snack by yet another slave who offered this naked on his knees. After these introductions, Jeffa showed Me her new house with among other things her new “Straffe Keller” a kind of torture chamber! This was not 100% ready yet, BUT she already had a “present” for Me in it: there was a slave already hanging on a kind of X-cross, ready for Me to enjoy Myself with! Together with this slave, there was a rack with dozens of whips and other “tools” to make someone say or admit anything She wanted, on the side. Judging by the old and fresh traces of whiplashes on his body, he had already had to endure a lot. In any case She offered Me the slave and hit him a few times with her whip for no reason to show why he was there and what he was going to be used for... Of course, I eagerly took advantage of that…!

When we arrived in the garage Jeffa offered to put My car inside so that her slaves could thoroughly clean it during the night (not that this was necessary…). The inspection of this cleaning session on Sunday was also fun and slave Markus had to show how he had licked the pedals clean (because that is where My beautiful boots would come into contact with was Jeffa’s explanation). This was actually not true, because I let Frank drive Me. Then She showed Me Her new jacuzzi, Nice for future fun, but we did not use it this weekend, apart from the fact that all slaves had to taste the water to see if it was suitable “for our feet”.

In the afternoon we first had a nice massage and then I was allowed to “inspect” her new slave Markus…

That was something I liked very much of course! Running My whip over his naked body, his nipples, his cock, his balls,… Hmmmm… and the latter were impressive! And thus I ordered frank to get My fine black leather gloves from the car and put them on for a more intense “inspection” of these parts of his body…  

After I had “inspected” him and found him suitable as a slave for My Friend, Jeffa, who saw My excitement, even offered Me to take him upstairs. Since I had expected that I would want to use it during the weekend, I had brought My facial dildo. The idea was initially to use it with frank in the evening (which I also did), but a young slave in the prime of his life was of course something I could not leave unused!

When I came back downstairs it turned out that servant frank had been “allowed” to serve Jeffa. She was sitting relaxed in a spacious leather seat with her legs spread, her long skirt all the way up, panties apparently pulled off and in between frank, kneeling, his head bowed forward… At the same time, Her slaves supported both her boots with their hands folded as a step. one holding the right and the other one supporting her left boot. When I came in, however, She kicked her slaves away and also pushed frank’s head away. She complimented Me laughingly on the fact that My servant has “a very good tongue” and that I “have trained him well!” I sat down next to Her and put My feet on the slave’s back who offered himself as a footstool at Jeffa's command and I in turn snapped My fingers at frank and pointed at Jeffa's boots. Then we reminisced extensively about our first meetings, already a few years ago, until Jeffa realized that it was time to get changed for the restaurant and the Christmas market that we would visit afterwards.

When We got home later that night, Jeffa asked Me (a bit surprised) if I wasn’t interested in the slave in her basement. That of course worked well because I was a bit indignant about her comment and wanted to show her what I do with painsluts like the one in her basement! The result was that I was a bit agitated and the slave paid for that with blood and skin! And half an hour later, he lost consciousness while the blood was running down his back! he was indeed a real "painslut", because he lasted a surprisingly long time, but after a while and especially after I started using a really mean singletail whip, he started begging to stop. Intoxicated by the feeling of power and sadism, I ordered frank to My room and ordered him to give Me at least three orgasms! And he succeeded! And not only with a facial dildo (which I usually prefer), but also with his tongue! The next morning, I got an extensive foot massage from My servant who had faithfully spent the night at the back of My bed. After breakfast, We went to look at the slave in the punishment cellar who had been cared for by the other slaves during the night after his beating. After this caring, they seem to have locked him up in a dog kennel (of course by Jeffa’s orders!). To check on him, Jeffa kicked him a few times between the bars “to wake him up”. he was clearly already awake when We came in and from the first kick with her boot he screamed and begged to stop. Nevertheless, she kicked him three more times. Then I also put the toe of My boot between the bars for him to kiss My boots and thank Me for “the lesson” of the previous evening.

A little later, I said goodbye to Jeffa and left for home because I wanted to go for a ride (horseback) in the late afternoon and we still had a considerable car ride ahead of us.

Anyway, although My visit to Jeffa was short and not very special, it was a very nice weekend and We both enjoyed it (at least I did!)… Thanks Jeffa

Lady Contessa Pat

With My German Friends

On Saturday I saw most of My German Girlfriends again. I had brought michael and slave jan to the “meeting” since We had agreed to bring one or two slaves each. Hostess Madam Petra had provided some extra slaves to make sure that We would be well served, of course.

To save Michael from being treated too harshly I had taken him with Me from the beginning. In contrast,I had offered My more experienced slave Jan as “common use” for Anyone who’d want him for anything They’d like. Both Madam Petra and Lady Charlotte eagerly made good use of that!

Me Myself,I had "chosen" first Jeffa's new slave stephan and then I had some fun with a nice and good looking slave called marco.

After We were more than warmly welcomed We chatted for more than an hour (We hadn't seen each other for a while!). It was very nice and relaxing and Madam Petra provided two slaves who continuously licked Our boots while we relaxedly exchanged experiences from the last months. To protect servant michael a bit from My Friends sadism, I used him as a footstool all the time and I placed My feet so that My spurs did not push all the time into his back. It saved him some lashes that the other slaves received plenty from My Friends.

After Our chitchatting, the new slaves had to introduce themselves and present themselves for "inspection". We made Our whips move over the naked bodies and the slaves’ nipples, balls and cocks were thoroughly evaluated!

After that, We played a classic game: “Recognize your Owner!” As a first test, the slaves had to recognize Us blindfolded by kissing and licking our boots. They were given half a minute for this and a wrong answer yielded a kick. If the answer was correct, the slave was allowed to move to the next pair of boots. Of course, I had to take off My spurs. Since I was the only One wearing spurs it would have been far too easy for them to recognize Me. Most of the slaves got away with one or two bootkicks. Even without My spurs, My riding boots were apparently clearly recognizable. This also was the case with Petra’s thigh highs and the heavy boots that Jeffa wore.

Then, during the next “game”, it turned out to be a lot more difficult to recognize the One who wielded the whip! The slaves received two lashes from each of Us and had to guess who handled the leather. We had the choice of different whips and of course the meanest whips were the most wanted. All slaves received twelve lashes and it was apparently very difficult to recognize who was lashing out. Three slaves had recognized My “whipping skills”, but that probably just were lucky guesses.

The next game was an hilarious one: The slaves that belonged to one of Us - had to recognize Our ass. For this they were allowed to kiss Our ass for ten seconds (NOT lick!) Also, with this game it was easy to recognize Me since I was the only one wearing riding breeches with a leather seat. slaves who had been paying attention also easily recognized Myriam's leather skirt. The leather trousers of Madam Petra and Lady Charlotte and the jeans worn by Lady Jeffa and Frau Carla made it a bit more difficult, but here too the slaves who had been paying attention had a 50% chance of guessing right of course. So, most of them succeeded in recognizing Our asses. Nice to know that Our slave mostly recognize their Owners ass, isn’t it?

After Lady Charlotte was the last to go to the toilet, the next game could begin: There were 5 numbered cups at the toilet and Petra had asked us when We arrived to fill a cup when we went to the toilet and to remember the number of the cup We had filled up. When all the cups were filled, a slave had to fetch them and bring them to the room. All slaves (including Michael) then had to taste and do two things: indicate the best "drink", recognize the piss of its Owner and say which cup belonged to Whom. The last two was only for slaves whose Owner was present of course.

Although points were supposedly counted, at the end of the games we just randomly decided who lost and who therefore was going to be punished. Each of Us simply pointed out a slave that had lost. so there were… six losers. The losers were placed side by side, first facing Us, afterwards offering their backs… for Our whips! And We made good use of them! Hitting the nipples was an added attraction or game that was highly acclaimed… and most of the backs were criss-crossed with blood-red stripes after the punishment, emphasizing the first part of the word!

In the evening, there was a nice dinner where We were served by ten slaves, while another five were busy in the kitchen. Only a few actually served food and drinks, and the rest were assigned to One of Us. For example, We were allowed to choose a personal “servant” who was fully available during the dinner. Of course, they sat or lay almost constantly at Our feet. With a simple kick We could make it clear that We wanted something… and I also eagerly used My riding crop to keep My slave alert since sometimes things fell on the floor… and if he did not respond quickly enough, I put My boot on top of it and then My slave had more work. At the end I also poured some wine over My boots so that he also got a drink… hahahahahaaaa….

Because I didn't want to make it too late, we left not long after dinner (it was already 8 pm and we still had to drive for two hours!). Although slaves had completely and thoroughly cleaned Our cars, I had slave Jan lick the pedals of My car before I got in to go home. I couldn't risk the soles of My beautiful boots getting dirty...!

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Meeting painsluts!

Last Monday I was invited by Lady Jeffa. She had rented a room in a club in Koln where she had two slaves together with her own slave stephan.

Both slaves were so called painsluts and Jeffa had contacted Me to have fun with them. She wanted to thank Me for having been a kind of mentor for Her in this way.

Initially I had other plans, but since She promised Me that Our sadistic appetite would be more than satisfied (and I like Her way of treating males), I agreed to come over, even if it was a two hours drive for just a few hours of fun.

Since servant-slave michael was not available and servant frank had a last minute accident (on Friday), I had decided to take a new servant-slave, that I had contact with via the net, with Me. Unfortunately, he did not saw My message in time and thus I had to take slave jan (which I do not like because of the many scars on his body that might be a problem in case of a car accident or so!). But since nobody else seemed available, I took him anyway.

I met My German Friend at Hers where I was welcomed by Her slave stephan who offered himself to tongue-clean My boots after he had given Me a “housewhip”, a “Hauspeitsche” like he called it. Of course, I tried it out immediately on him and on slave jan saying that I should have such a whip as well at home!

After a quick welcome drink, We left for the private club where Jeffa had hired a special room. As a matter of fact the slaves we met there had paid for it.

The master of the club greeted Us and introduced the two slaves that were on their knees, naked, face to the floor waiting for an order. The first one was given by the master when he said “Kuss and Grussen” (kiss and greet). Both naked bodies immediately came to life, crawled forward and started kissing Our boots frantically. Unfortunately for the one at Jeffa’s boots She did not want him to touch Her boot and before he even could touch it, She kicked the slave in the face (something that She had seen Me doing before!). I liked to do the same, but I did not want to look a copycat and thus I let My slave kiss My leather boots extensively. Only after a minute or so I pushed his face away with the toe of My boot. But We did not put much time in these pleasantries since Lady Jeffa wanted to use the time We had in “the room” as efficient as possible! We were not going to waste Our time having Our boots tongue-cleaned. No! She was into blood!

So, a few minutes later, both slaves were chained and fixed to a whipping rack and in no time Our whips whistled through the air and cracked like rifle shots, creating red stripes with nearly every impact.

Then, We had a classical game: “Guess your whiphand”, during which the slaves had to guess Who had launched the lash that struck his back. Of course, the slaves were blindfolded during this whipping but that obviously did not make the whipping less painful. At least for the ones at the other end of Our whips… hahahahaaaa…

Unfortunately, We were only the two of Us and thus it was not that much fun since Our targets had 50% chance to make a right guess.  I had “played” this game several times before, but always with four or more Ladies which was far more exciting. So, after a while Lady Jeffa suggested another “game” in which our whipping boys were turned around facing Us. Then it was simple: There were two tiny targets and Me and Jeffa each had one to aim at with Our whips: their nipples! So, first, a slave called hans, was turned around and We agreed that the first One that could make his nipple bleed was the winner. For Me that was his left nipple while Jeffa’s snake would try to bite his right one. 

I do like this kind of games since it makes it possible to demonstrate My skills with the bullwhip and it was clear that I still am far more experienced with the whip than My young Friend!

I don’t claim that every hit was bullseye, but it did not take more than a few minutes to make his nipple bleed freely!

slave hans actually was even lucky with this, because slave wilhelm was far worse off since I did not only make his left nipple bleed, but I actually ripped it off with a few well aimed hits!

If Jeffa was not yet impressed before, She surely was after that and She called Me “a real Whip Goddess”! I was flattered and hugged Her saying that She was not far from that level as well. “Keep practising” I advised Her with a smile… hahahahahaaaaaaa….

After Our little games, We ordered Our slaves jan and stephan to go on all fours to offer Us a seat while We had a refreshing drinks brought in by a slavegirl that belonged to the club.

In the mean time, the slaves that had been whipped and ripped by Our leather snakes were allowed to crawl towards Us and kiss Our boots thanking Us for playing with them… I let slave hans quietly tongue-clean My soles and heels, but Jeffa was constantly kicking Her slave. I guess She was still a bit agitated by not winning the whipping contest or was it just the excitement of the setting?

Anyway, after a while, I stood up and kicked the slave out of the way and had him on the knees offering his hands. The next minutes, My crop whistled through the air each time landing hard on his exposed hands and fingers. Although he had stand the bullwhipping well, he could not keep quiet during the whipping with My crop! On the other hand, he never pulled his hands away and kept them in place fully exposed to the nasty bites of My riding whip!

I praised him for that, but Jeffa probably wanted to impress Me and began whipping his hands so hard that the poor boy could not else than going down her boots as a sign of surrender and begged Her to stop. It was a huge victory for Her because both slaves were said to be real painsluts and would be able to take anything. Nevertheless, She did not stop and kept on whipping his back until She finally kicked him in the face. As a result he fell backwards and tried to protect his face from more encounters with Her high boot. Of course that was a sign for My Friend to start kicking and whipping him all over his body!

After a few well placed hits, She stopped and order her slave Stephan to cuff slave hans’s feet and hands on the back. As soon as this was finished, he was a sitting duck laying down on the floor fully exposed to Her high leather boots.   

And then, She did something I did not expect, but I was delighted because it proved that She did not see Me as a competitor, but saw Us as a team: “Will you give Me some help Madame Pat?”

Of course I did,… with joy!

Minutes later, We both kicked the slave randomly through the room, from one side to the other and back while he was begging Us to stop. Our answer? Laughing out loud!

After a while We indeed stopped since We did not want to kick him to death of course (which We could easily I think) and We turned toward slave wilhelm. I asked him whether he’d prefer another whipping or being kicked around the room by Us. As expected, he chose to be whipped again, even if it had cost him his left nipple!  

When after fifteen minutes or so he was released from the whipping rack, he was bleeding all over and fell down like a bag of potatoes. slave hans by then had been cooled down and was uncuffed by Jeffa’s slave Stephan.

After that, We finally left the room and closed it leaving the completely beaten up slaves there for the master to release them after an hour.

We had another drink and chat with the master of the club and another Dominant Lady who had arrived with her slave. During this of course Our personal slaves tongue-cleaned Our boots since some stain of blood had to be removed from the precious leather.

Around 5 o’clock, I decide to go home and hugged and thanked My Friend for the great afternoon and left the club for another two hours drive back.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante