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

A nice weekend with a French Friend

Last weekend, I had invited One of My French Friends to come over to My place. Since “Maitresse Laurence”, like Myself, is a fanatic rider I had planned to have a good ride on Saturday. I had asked My Friend Myriam if Laurence could ride Her horse since Myriam could not ride along on Saturday (having a meeting with Her family somewhere near the coast).

Also, I had ordered My servants frank and michael to accompany Us and act like joggers that “apparently” were coincidentally at the same trail in case We’d cross other people.

So, they had to ran with Us carrying bags of drinks, refreshments and snacks for Us and serving Us during the ride anytime We wished. Like that, they had to walk and sometimes run to keep the pace and when We were confident that there were no other people around, We had them worship, kiss and tongue-clean Our riding boots. Now and then, We stopped, dismounted and made a little walk in the forest for a minute or so. Of course, they had to go down on all fours to be used as footsteps to make Us mount easily when We wanted to get back in the saddle. Also, Our little walk made Our beautifully cleaned boots dirty again and they had to use their tongue once more. No need to tell you that We did all this on purpose to emphasize Our superiority!

Halfway, We stopped for a little pick-nick when We came at a picknick table along the trail. Our servants set the table while We enjoyed ourselves with a small race nearby. As you can see on the picture (unfortunately poor quality), they had put a table cloth and offered Us amongst others, oysters, pastries, grapes, dragon fruit, strawberries and other delicious fruits.

We enjoyed them and in our infinite goodness, We allowed Our servants to have the left-overs. Of course, they had to beg for it! That means: on their knees, hands in front like a dog, not allowed to use their hands to eat, but eating from Our hands… “the hands that feed”! Fun! Our servant humiliated as if they were Our dogs. Laurence even made frank bark like a dog… hahahahahaaaaaa….

And then, when they had removed the cloth I stepped on the table, ordered to put the last grapes on it and squashed these leftover grapes.  michael was “allowed” to lick the remains from My soles while frank had to lick away the remains of it from the table. Afterall, We are civilized Ladies and did not want to leave public property dirty… hahahahahahaaaaa…!

My tongue-cleaned boots

After Our ride, We drove (by car) to the manege to bring back the horses and then to My place to change.

When She came down again, Laurence complimented Me with My outfit. She said that She found My black leather dress “absolument fabuleux”, absolutely fabulous! But She as well looked great in Her thigh highs!

So, when We had praised each other’s outfit and had Our slaves and servants do so as well, We went to a restaurant. frank and michael however stayed at My place to supervise slaves marc and jan who were ordered to tongue-clean the whole path from My front door to the guest room where My Friend would stay the night. I told them that the floor better be spic-and-span or all of them would face a serious punishment. And they knew that I meant business especially with Laurence at My side! All of them knew that, like Myself, She was an adept of the whip and did not hesitate to whip someone to bleeding. I had seen that several times! “Un bon fouet résout tout!” (A good whip solves everything) She used to say!

Anyway, they had been warned. For the rest frank and michael were allowed to do with My slaves as they would like, but I doubt that they made good use of the offer… 

When We came home from diner, I did not even put effort in checking their work. I knew that for sure they had done their best not to give Me any excuse to beat the shit out of them!

When We arrived, the four of them stood at the entrance, My slaves on their knees to kiss Our boots as a welcome and to tongue-clean Our leather beauties in case, We’d find them a bit dirty or so. But also, frank and mi/chael stood behind them holding both a whip they offered Us and as soon as We had the whips in Our hands, jan and marc crawled aside and frank and michael went down on their knees and kissed the tip of Our boots as a welcome. “Bien dressé!”  My Friend said in approval as She kicked servant michael aside.

Less than a minute later, I had My slaves attach a good pair of sharp rowel type spurs to My boots. Not that I really used them, but it always adds to My superior feeling over My slaves knowing what I could do to them with these spurs without blinking an eye.

Anyway, We had some fun with Our slaves and servants before We went to Our rooms…

During Our ride, We had already discussed that Laurence could just have one of My servants to serve Her during the evening and night and “Ladywise”, I offered her to choose. She choose Michael so I had servant frank for the night…

On Sunday morning, My slaves had made an extensive breakfast for Me and My Friend. During this, frank and michael stayed under the table kissing and worshipping our boots, massaging Our legs,… or whatever We liked. When We had finished, they were allowed to take our place and have the leftovers (that were still plenty available).  After that, My slaves had to clean up everything. In the mean time, We already relaxed in My library, chitchatting with My Friend while first My slaves and afterwards My servants served Us.

After a while, when all of them were available again, We used slave jan and marc as Our footrest while I had frank massage My legs and thighs while servant michael had to put his head under My Friend’s skirt licking Her!

Then, as soon as the morning rain had stopped, We went out for a short walk in My village and visited the local pub. I was not really surprised when I saw that some men looked at Us when We entered the pub, as if they saw two aliens. I know that in My village I am considered as an “out of reach catch”, but also Laurence made impression on several men! I could see that how their gazes followed Her when She went to the toilet.

Anyway, when We came back at My estate, the soles of Our boots needed cleaning again (from walking outside and We did not avoid puddles…!) and it yielded a hard time for My slaves since Laurence nearly constantly whipped them during their licking Our boots!

About an hour later, We hugged and kissed goodbye because Laurence needed to be back home in France before diner. Since frank had picked up Laurence and had driven Her to My place like a professional driver, also he had to leave early to drive My Friend back to France.

Nevertheless, michael was still with Me to give Me a relaxing and exciting afternoon…

 

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

 

 

New riding (and hiking) weekend with Madame Petra

Last weekend, I had a great time with My German Friend Madame Petra. Since We had such a fine time a few weeks ago, I had invited her to have a hike and ride with Me in the Ardennes (south of Belgium).

Of course I had called servant frank and michael to accompany and serve Me and My Friend. Especially on Saturday service was mandatory since We were having a hike and servants to carry our drinks and snacks were needed. But after an hour or so Petra got this wicked idea to fill up the rucksacks of Our servants with rocks! Wicked but amusing… hahahahahaaaaa…  

Also, later on, when We came at a more remote part (away from the usual paths), We made our servants carry Us like two-legged horses. Of course I had thought that Our hike would evolve into this and I had anticipated on this by taking two pairs of spurs.

For whips, We improvised and had them search the wood for good supple twigs that could be used as riding crops. Unfortunately they seemed to break rather easy when well used, but that was no problem since the forrest was full of twigs that could be used as a crop and replace the broken ones.

In Our goodness We even allowed them to remove the rocks, but after ten minutes or so, Petra no longer was pleased by the performance of her "horse" and ordered to fill his rucksack again with boulders. "For stabilization" She had explained…

Unfortunately Our rides were rather short since after only ten minutes or so We heard and spotted a group of  other hikers. As a result, Wehad to dismount and had to continue our path, acting as classic hikers.

As a reward for their good behaviour , We had our servants accompany Us for dinner. The waiter looked a bit surprised when the two men ordered a glas of water, while I and My Friend had the most expensive wine. Of course it were them that had to pay the bill.

Later that evening, We took Our toys to Our rooms  for further service, but I kicked frank out when I went to sleep.

Me and servant michael  enjoying 

the nice weather in the Ardennes.

The day after, We had an extensive breakfast and went to the manege. Servants frank and michael had to prepare Our horses and had to come to a certain spot in the wood with refreshments for Us. After having offered the refreshments, We gave them free "work-out" exercises. While We oversaw them sitting high above them on Our horses, We barked a series of orders until they nearly collapsed. Afterwards they were allowed to thank Us for the "free work-out". Like that they kissed Our riding boots and thanked Us extensively.

Near the end of the ride, We told them to get back to the manege separately from Us to avoid all suspicion about the real status of our "relationship". However, We warned them not to be late at the manege and see to it that they were there before We arrived. We told them that not being there to welcome Us would yield serious punishment when We'd get home,  and We kicked Our horses in a gallop and sped off…

 

Lady Contessa Pat