French experiences

 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!

An appropriate picture sent to Me by an admirer!

The other day, We rode as well, but not on the horses from the manege. No, Laurence had the idea of using the pit-slaves as human horses and race on them! So We were invited to wear some of the rowel-type spurs Laurence offered Us from Her personal collection. No need to tell you that all three of the slaves were having bleeding thighs after the “races”! Indeed, with each race, We got more and more fanatic to win and used Our whips and spurs more and harder!

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

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

Visiting Madame Jeanine

I was in France this weekend, invited by a French Friend. She had promised Me that it would be a great day and that I would really enjoy Myself. She didn't even have to say all this, because a “rendezvous” with her and other French Friends in the past has always been much fun and very satisfying.

So, I rang at Her door which is about an hour from Paris and as usual I was very warm welcomed. There was not only her own houseslave, but also an extra slave that was specially there to serve Me in all ways I’d might wish.We did not stay long at Jeanine’s and drove off to Paris for having fun in a “specialized” club. slave jean-pierre was driving Us like two Queens, chitchatting on the backseat. At a certain moment, Jeanine put Her leg between the two front seats, putting Her boot on slave André’s lap and ordered him to kiss and tongue-clean the black leather. Not easy in that position, but of course We would never accept this kind of excuses! And thus he bend nearly double and had his tongue touching and lapping the leather while We drove through the city. To Our fun, he did not stop when the car had halted for a red light and several people could see his humiliating activity. One of them even knocked on the window pointing at him while laughing.

When We arrived, We both had put on big sunglasses to prevent that someone on the street would take a picture of Us entering the club and post a recognizable picture on the net. Our outfits, Jeanine in Her thick fur coat over her thigh high boots and Me all in black leather, and two man bowing and opening doors for Us could make people on the street think We were kind of movie stars and thus could trigger them to take pictures.

In the club, We were welcomed by two extra slaves that would serve Us the whole evening (and were going to “arrange” all financial “aspects…hahahahahaaa). After showing their submission and offering themselves as Our slaves they kissed Our boots and showed the room that would be available for Us throughout the evening. In that room also another slave was cuffed and chained to the wall and Jeanine told Me that it was something extra and that he was there just for Us to give free reign to Our sadism! An offer I have taken with both hands! Indeed, it was said that he was a real painslut and thus We did not need to withhold Ourselves on him! The room was also well equipped for that with tens of different whips, fine chains, canes, crops, “matraques” and other clubs,… But also several devices to administer electro-shocks, nipple clamps, finger claws,…and I can tell you that I had enjoyed Myself very much with the latter! Nice steel claws that ripped skin without much effort! I felt like a tigress ripping My prey! However, before that We had relaxed and the large and comfortable plush seats while We were served by Our slaves and watched in turn how the other One whipped the slave. During that, I enjoyed a good massage while I urged two other slaves to worship and kiss My boots. During the whippings, We praised each other for Our skills with the different whips and I nearly orgasmed when two slaves were kissing My boots while I whipped the one at the wall with a very cruel single-tail that created distinct red stripes with each hit!

I don’t know if all Dominant Ladies have this, but such a situation gives Me that intoxicating feeling of power and makes Me horny like hell! And than it gets tricky for the one at the other side of My whip, because then it becomes difficult not to cross certain borders!

Anyway, before it got a bit dangerous, Jeanine was so smart to interrupt and ask Me to change and have fun as well with the whip I had in My hands.

Also, We had special drinks for them: In the toilet several glasses were placed with a note that they were only to be used for “drinks” for slaves. And thus, I filled up two medium glasses the first time I had to go… The second time I went to the toilet, I had thrown a glass with My piss over the whipped slave’s back! he screamed it out and yelled that it stung like hell!

“Piquant…”, My Friend had said with joy. After that, I had ordered slave jean-pierre to lick up every drop that had fallen down on the floor. At first, he was a bit reluctant, since he was aware that some of it was mixed with the slave’s blood… but with the aid of Her whip, Jeanine managed to make him and her slave andré start to lick it all up in no time! Due to that, She had stepped in some of the yellow-reddish liquid and thus the two other slaves knew what to do and a few minutes later the soles of her boots were like new again!

Then, We had a ride through the club on Our two other slaves. Indeed, We had Our slaves down on all fours and rode them through the room. We did not stop at the door of the “black room” but continued Our ride into the bar of the club. After a few minutes of walking around speeding up Our “ponies” with Our crops and heels, a woman who was sitting at the bar called Jeanine’s name. It took her a few seconds, but then Jeanine recognised the Woman, and called out her name in surprise: Brigitte! Jeanine immediately pulled her slave’s hair and turned towards the Lady who was clearly dominant. Not only her outfit did reveal that, but the slave at her thigh high boots left no doubt. First Jeanine “dismounted” and hugged her Friend and seconds later I did the same. Like with most Dommes, Maitresse Brigitte seemed to be a very sympathetic woman who knew very well how to get what she wanted from males. The slave at her high shiny boots showed the results of that!

Anyway, We had a nice chat with Her while We had Our slaves at Our boots, showing Our superiority over males by throwing peanuts and little cookies that We got with our drinks on the floor for our slaves. Of course, they had to pick them up, but were not allowed to use their hands and on a few occasions, We stepped on such a nut or cookie, completely crumbling and mouldering them so Our slaves had to lick the remains not only from the floor, but also from Our soles! Indeed, the floor of the club was not to be soiled and that of course was also the case for Our boot soles!  

After Our nice chat with Madame Brigitte, We went back to Our black room where the slave was still hanging in his chains for another round of Our whips! However, Jeanine apparently thought that it was more fun using one of the cattle prods that were available and she tortured him for more than ten minutes with it. It made him jump in his chains like a madman each time She touch his body, making that typically sound although that was always immediately drown out by his screaming! I guess I am a more like an old school Mistress as I stuck to a good old-fashioned whipping with several whips while four slaves were kissing My boots or trying too. Not that easy for them because I deliberately moved around to make them crawl during the process and I enjoyed their efforts to do as I had ordered! It is always nice to see men doing there utmost best to please You…

Unfortunately, clock ticked mercilessly and before We realised, Madame Brigitte came to tell Us that it was time since another Lady had reserved for the black room.

We had another drink in the bar (while Our slaves cleaned the black room for the next “customers”) and left for the restaurant where I had diner with My French Friend who once again had given Me a fantastic day!

Thanks Jeanine!

 Lady Contessa Pat

Malaga

During Easter weekend I went to Malaga with My German Friend Petra. We were picked up at the airport by an old acquaintance of Us, Ama Monica, who was accompanied by two “slaves” that would be at Our disposal during Our stay in Malaga. As soon as Monica had introduced them, they vowed loyalty to Us during Our stay. Although their English was far from perfect, I understood what they meant and the orders We’d give them would be simple and very recognizable for slaves anyway. Our slaves brought Us to Our hotel, and besides Our luggage, they also took a rather large bag with them into Our rooms. As soon as the door of My room was closed, My slave marco went down on his knees and kissed My boots showing his submission towards Me. Although temperatures were significantly higher than in Belgium, nights can still be cold in this time of the year in Malaga and thus a good excuse to travel in boots and take some for the moments there is time to toy with Our slaves. “Everything for you Mistress” marco said when he opened the bag he had brought. The bag contained several “useful things” like whips, handcuffs, ropes, a blindfold, a taser,… and several dildos! I assured him that I’d make good use of them later on, but I had him massage My feet and legs instead. Of course, by then I already had a crop from the bag in My hands to keep My slave focussed and doing his best! Then, during late afternoon, We visited one of the nice castles in Malaga that also provided a nice view of Malaga and its harbour.

At the Gibralfaro Castle wit a view

About an hour later, Monica picked Us up for dinner and all of us went to a party boat. Our slaves were ordered to be back at Monica’s in the morning.

Malaga Harbour from the Gibralfaro Castle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, the next morning, We went to the parade but before that, Monica picked Us up and We went to her place for “entreniamento”, training! Indeed, Our slaves were there waiting for Us to be taught how to carry Us on the shoulders so We would have a comfortable seat and good view of the parade sitting in their neck. Of course, We had to teach them the subtle commands of Our legs to make them go wherever We wanted. beasts like them do not decide themselves where to go! It is We, their riders who control them. So after this training (that was far harsher for them than what We actually did with them in public) We left for the parade. I wonder what the people around thought of the Us: three ladies sitting on the shoulders of their “man” apparently watching the parade. It was not suspicious to most people, but some, with submissive feelings and maybe experiences, must have realized what it really was. Also, temperatures were a bit more moderate (around 20°C and some chilly wind) so wearing riding boots was not extraordinary. BTW: the parade was impressive, but so religious! I had never seen something like that. It was said that more than 200 people carried the thrones of more than 5000 kilo for hours. But nobody seemed to realize that Our ponyslaves carried far more weight!

Me, ready for a shoulder seat...

That night, I had My servant marco serve Me in My room and he gave Me an orgasm with his tongue and two more with a nice dildo! Unfortunately, he had no facial dildo in his bag and thus I ordered him to get one for Monday night. And indeed, he had it with him when he came to Our hotel next day. That day, on Monday, We made a tour on a bicycle along the coast. Me, Petra and Monica had e-bikes while Our servants had to do on ordinary bikes and of course had to bring and carry all kind of snacks, drinks and a tablecloth for the outdoor tables We used when having a little break. Ama Monica brought Us to a more remote place where We toyed a bit with Our servants and for instance I had My feet massaged again, with his tongue. Something I made him do again on Monday night before he gave Me two great orgasms with the facial dildo. As a reward, I made him cum as well by tapping his cock and balls with the tip of My boots and a whip while threatening to kick his manhood to pulp with My boots. It had the expected result since he could resist but a minute or so before he shot his load! Of course the cleaning was his! On Tuesday, We went to a spectacular canyon about an hour from Malaga where we made the most spectacular and thrilling walk I ever made (Carminito del Rey) and in the evening We went to an original hammam that was only lit by candlelight! Really cosy and even a bit mysteriously! After the Hammam, We had dinner and went to Ama Monica’s where We could release Our frustrations on the slaves for the things they had been doing wrong during Our stay in Malaga. To be honest, I must say that there was not much I could blame My slave marco for, but apparently Petra had a score to settle and Her slave was finally sent home crying and covered in nasty whipmarks! Of course I as well had given My servant a taste of My whip and boots, but none of the marks I gave him were lasting injuries and the marks must have only been visible for a week or so. On Wednesday, We flew back home and in the evening I enjoyed Myself with My slave jan since My Friend Myriam who had been “house- and slave-sitting” for Me told Me that he had disappointed Her! Of course it was clear that Myriam Herself already had punished him seriously for whatever he had done. I did not ask what exactly he had done. That was of no importance. When a Mistress says that a slave has misbehaved, he has misbehaved, no discussion and the slave will be punished! No questions! And thus slave jan had a very rough evening! Luckily for him, I was rather tired from My trip to Spain… 

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Lady Jeffa's visit

Last weekend My German Friend, Frau Herrin Jeffa (Madam Mistress Jeffa), was with Me at My place. I had invited Her to come over to Me for the first time after more than a year (covid!). Maybe you know that My former servant-slave hans had introduced Us and I showed Her the pleasures and comforts of being and living like a Mistress. She is a natural Domme, but when We met the first time, She was very unsure about her feelings. She had no experience at all in how to live a life as a Mistress and She had a lot of doubts. However, I immediately saw Her potential, and indeed, today, She has grown into a very strict Lady that knows how to make a man jump at Her wishes and serve Her like a Goddess. I felt a bit proud when hearing this since I kind of consider Her as My pupil.

She also had a new slave, "sklave Stephan", a slave of Her age that seemed to be well trained already. he was only a few weeks with her but he was already nicely striped! She told Me that She had dumped her former slave because he did not serve Her to Her demands anymore and could not cope with the punishments She always liked to administer for that.

It was clear that She had evolved into the Mistress every slave craved for but feared at the same time. A Woman to My liking! She realizes very well Her position over slaves and does not hesitate to whip Her new property. Of course there were still things She could still learn from Me. For instance She had not much experience riding humans as 2-legged ponyslaves and I have the perfect facilities and personal "utilities" to improve that skill. With regard to the latter, I showed Her My fine collection of spurs and I had Her choose some to wear for the upcoming ride. I know that novice riders never wear spurs since spurs must be earned before getting them, but that goes for real horses, not for lower animals like male slaves! And thus, Jeffa had a nice pair of Mexican-type spurs at Her heels when She mounted My slave jan. I did not dare to have Her ride Her unexperienced slave stephan since this might lead to an unseen bloodbath: a novice rider with Mexican spurs on an inexperienced slavehorse…? No! On the other hand, like that, slave jan was seriously abused after the ride and also Her slave stephan experienced something he had never before!

Anyway, apart from the riding We discussed Our experiences and stories over the last one and a half years.  Like that, I learned that She had given her former slave bjorn the boot after she had whipped him to serious bleeding when he had refused to lick Her ass clean after She had gone to the toilet. As I had adviced Her before for a punishment, She had cuffed him to a radiator pipe and had given free reign to Her sadism and had whipped him beyond imagination. 

Also, We showed each other some new tricks to punish slaves. Amongst others, I showed Her how One can make a man suffer with only a short whip like a little quirt by aiming repeatedly at his nipples until they bleed. The advantage is that such a whip can be taken anywhere since it fits in every Woman's purse!

I also showed Her My famous special icecubes that I often do in My slave's drinks. It always adds some flavor to their water. hahahahahaaaa…  

Another nice thing was that Jeffa orders slaves in German (although She speaks English very well). Luckily for slave jan and marc, the German language (Deutsch) is very similar to Dutch and they understood most of the orders immediately. Also, being experienced slaves, they new exactly what was required of them.

For diner on Saturday I had invited Jeffa to one of My favorite restaurants. Unlike My slaves, Jeffa's slave stephan was allowed to come along to the restaurant, and I also had called My servant frank to join Us. Someone had to pay the bill of course… hahahahaa…

Of course, slave jan and marc were not invited, but of course they also had to eat and in My goodness, I gave them some bread. Unfortunately, it appeared that the bread was rather old and had already dried out. As always, there was a solution for this and I made them put the slices in two bowls. Then I unbuckled My belt, lowered My pants and had marc hold his bowl under Me. he had to hold it so I could pee into it and soak his loafs. When I had emptied My bladder, I invited Jeffa to do the same with jan's dinner, but She preferred to take the bowl to the toilet. I was a bit surprised, but in the end, the result was the same: My slaves no longer had dried out bread, but We had provided them a tender and juicy meal… hahahahaaaaa… 

Afterall, well fed slaves can work harder…

So Ladies, never throw away old bread.  You can easily make it tender and juicy again for your slaves. You only need to piss on it…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

Nice drawing

 

Yesterday, I received a nice drawing from a admirer and candidate-servant for Me. Can you imagine who
is Me in the picture?

 

Lady Contessa Pat