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

Riding...

I know that it has been quite some time that I wrote something here, but that simply was because I had not much interesting to “report”. Last months were a bit ordinary with only some daily urging and (mild) punishing of My slaves and servants, and, of course, two lovely vacations during which I unfortunately had no slaves at My disposal! But,… I hope that this will change within two weeks when I will visit and see My French Friends and these “meetings” always are… heavy!

Nevertheless, I also had a nice riding trip to the Ardennes last weekend with My Friend (also Domme). We also had taken two slaves (My Friend had taken her slave while I had ordered one of My servants to “join”) to have some extra fun and to have several refreshments and snacks at our disposal during the ride. After all, it was around 30 degrees Celsius on Sunday and thus We could use some of that and two beasts of burden to carry all of it, including a few good bullwhips, in their backpacks. So, We had them come to specific spots deep in the woods, at a special remote spot (I had been visiting before already a few times) where no hikers or other “tourists” come. Here of course, We could have Our riding boots tongue-cleaned (while in the stirrups), use them as a step to mount and dismount, sit on them, use them as footstool,… and after having reached a second (likewise) spot, We took Our bullwhips from the backpack and uncoiled them…

Then, We snapped and cracked the leather business ends in the air to make Our slaves shiver for what could come. As you might know I like long bullwhips very much, BUT at the same time I think they are a bit unhandy for inside use. That is why I had taken the opportunity to use them this weekend at this remote place. Both slaves started begging Us not to use Our whips on them, but of course that was in vain and so they kept on begging for mercy after We had “started”.  Already five lashes later, My servant michael had sagged on his knees in front of the tree, as a sign that he could no longer cope with it. Being too good, I stopped lashing him and asked My Friend to “help” Her and the next five minutes or so, Her slave dirk was bullwhipped by two eager whiphands! Also this “hardened” and experienced slave sagged to the tree after this five minutes and begged to stop what he called slaughtering him. To be honest, We did not even draw blood, only created some distinct red streaks!

Anyway, We had enjoyed Ourself and after Our toys had kissed Our whiphands they placed themselves again as footstools to mount Our mounts and tongue-clean Our boots again as soon as We were in the saddle again. After all, Our boots had become dusty by then and one cannot let Ladies like Us ride in dirty boots, can he? We only saw them back after the ride at the parking place where Our cars and van was left. We had Our slaves take care of the horses while We left for diner in a simple, but cosy restaurant and once again, I found out that Women in riding outfit always can count on lustful glances from men…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

New catches?

Last night while riding I encountered two pedestrians who whistled at Us! We turned Our horses and asked them why they whistled. A little bit surprised by Our reaction, the smaller of the two men hesitantly told Us that he found Us “a nice duo” and wanted to show his appreciation by whistling. The other one added that indeed it was a beautiful sight to see two “pretty women” controlling such large animals. I told him defiantly that with the aid of Our spurs and whip We manage easily...

“Wow…” the bigger one said, “…I don't want to argue with You.” And Myriam replied at once that indeed they better obey if We want them to do something! I looked a bit angry at her, because I felt that Her comment was very ambiguous and that I did not want Her to reveal Our “preferences”... At least not that soon to strangers We never met before! She understood immediately and corrected herself saying that, of course, she meant that Our horses had to obey if they did not wanted to feel Our crop.

In the meantime, I noticed that the other one was constantly staring at My riding boots and to provoke him, I gently tapped My boot a few times with My riding crop. Probably as a result of this, he seemed to want to come closer, but I anticipated this and steered My horse a little closer to him Myself. He suddenly seemed to get a bit scared and backed away. The bigger one laughed and said to his friend that he knew it was better not to challenge “the cavalry”… The bigger one then asked if We came from the riding school nearby and he added that maybe they should go there for a drink later... I lied that We weren't from there and never even came there. I said so because I didn't want them to come there since We didn't actually know them at all. 

In order to draw his attention away from the riding school, I told them that we would be back next week, same time same place. The little one immediately replied that he would probably be there then because it was very nice to talk to Us! However, I don't think this was because of our voice...!

“It's not every day you come across two beautiful women like you…” the taller one made it clear that he too was “interested”. Of course, I don't really know yet if that means he would be willing to serve us as Mistresses, but there was clearly “interest”.

If indeed, We would go back next week (not decided yet), We will find out if indeed they meet Our “likes”... Anyway, both said it was nice to talk to us.

This morning, I was thinking about bringing an extra long riding crop next week. I have one that is at least a meter long and I think it will make an impression. I don't know if those men know that, but you don't want to feel a whip like that! I once thrashed a slave with it and that was impressive, if I say so Myself! It was when I had a little discussion with one of My German Friends about which whip is the most painful and We decided to whip a slave the front and back with a different whip and allowed him to stop one of the whips after five hits. I then used such a long riding crop with which I "worked" his front and My Friend used a bullwhip, of at least two meters long, on his back. And indeed, after five strokes he begged Me to stop using the long riding crop and would rather receive a few more severe lashes with the bullwhip!

Lets see what will happen next week…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Horseback riding in the weekend with Myriam and Madam Petra

Last Saturday and Sunday I had a riding weekend in the Ardennes with My Friends Myriam and Petra. I had ordered servant michael to join Me and Petra brought her slave dave. For rudy, Myriam's new servant, it was actually a baptism by fire. he was not only at Mine and Madam Petra’s boots for the first time, but he was taken to a horse riding for the first time as well. And, he was tested quite quickly because Petra in particular immediately made it clear that he had better obey and serve Us for 200% and before he knew it he had already received two blows in the face with her riding crop! he was a bit shocked by that! But instead of pity, he received a few kicks and lashes from his owner. Then Petra's slave dave had to show him how our boots should be cleaned. I don't think I need to draw a picture of that... So, after we had arrived and had greeted Madam Petra warmly (We with hugs and kisses, Our servants with kisses on Her boots), Myriam introduced her new servant and, as already written, he immediately got to feel the whip. So, after We had given him a lesson, We took our servants to Our rooms to change clothes. So, I also exchanged My fashionable high boots for sturdy riding boots and had michael lick them clean. Meanwhile, I had a riding crop in My hand that I made playfully, but also threateningly, whistle above his head. From left to right and vice versa. It always has the desired effect for I saw My servant cowering in fear. When I came back downstairs, Petra was also ready, booted and spurred. While We heard that Myriam was upstairs giving her servant another lesson!

We had rented a secluded house in a small village not too far from the riding school where we could stable our horses and where Petra could rent a horse. Due to the fact that there were no neighbours in a radius of several hundred meters We didn't have to hold back with Our servants and slave! A group of three women and three men was of course not suspicious AND it gave us the opportunity to stop at our house during Our rides and “use” our servants and slave to the fullest. By the way, it was there and then that it was clear that Myriam's servant had learned his lesson at the arrival, because he licked the soles of all three of our riding boots clean without complaining. When We stopped a first time at the little house. Less than fifteen minutes later we were at the riding school. The horse for Petra, a beautiful gelding, was already ready and was clearly excited when We arrived. But, Madam Petra did not agree on the fact that She’d had to ride without spurs and thus She had a serious discussion with the owner of the riding school before We left for the forest, where our servants were immediately ordered to open a bottle of champagne and fill our glasses (which they carried in their backpacks). Then Petra asked “servant rudy” if he wanted champagne, and less than a minute later he was licking the champagne off Petra's riding boots. Indeed, she simply poured some of her glass over the leather and snapped her fingers. Not that this was actually audible (it couldn't be heard through the leather of her gloves), but he still understood what was expected of him.

Later in the restaurant, of course we had ordered plain water for them, while We chose the most expensive wine for Ourselves. The waiter laughed awkwardly, but of course didn't elaborate. Actually, our servants were lucky that they were allowed to join Us to the restaurant! Usually, We don't do that and they get some water and bread in a bowl or something somewhere! “You can't always leave your dog at home when going to diner, right?” Myriam had said jokingly.

When we got back to the house later that night, “sklave dave” had to attach spurs to the high thigh boots of his Owner, Madam Petra. She was indeed somewhat indignant that she had not been allowed to wear spurs while riding the rental horse. She had protested, but the owner absolutely didn't want it. I suggested to change horses and that I would ride the rental horse without spurs, but petra didn't want that either. Anyway, when We got back, She made up for it! Also, I am sure that servant rudy had to prove his worth that night because, unlike servant michael and slave dave, who were sent to the cellar to sleep after their "services", rudy had been allowed to stay with his Owner all night! An exceptional favor from Myriam, but I guess that he had paid seriously for that!

The next morning, an extensive breakfast buffet was waiting for us of course. The rest of the morning the three of us tested Myriam's new servant-slave rudy. In this way, the etiquette of a slave-Mistress relationship was made clear to him (as far as he still needed it). So, he learned that Ladies like Us are greeted in the specific way We want it, not how a slave thinks it should be and that mistakes are punished with the whip! That a servant or a slave does not do anything without first asking permission from his Owner, that a slave always offer his hands for Our crop if We suggest so, that a slave tongue-cleans Our boots if We want that, even after having walked the stables,… and much more.

In the afternoon, We went riding again, but this time We went the three of Us without Our servants  since they had to clean Our cars thoroughly, clean the house and arrange the renting. We had a nice afternoon riding and when We got back at the riding school, Our servant-slaves where waiting there on a row as if they were valets, but instead of parking Our cars, they took Myriam’s and My horse to the horse trailer so that We could simply have a drink and snack in the cafeteria of the riding school. Although it was not that special weekend, I still wanted to write about it since I realized that it had been so long that I wrote something on My blog.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante