What happens when inappropriately jerking off

A few days ago, I had caught one of My slaves jerking off in his cell without speaking My name. Of course, that needed appropriate punishment and I had just the right idea for that! So, after initial whipping him for several minutes, I called My servant michael in.

So, I had slave marc on his knees in the middle of the room in anticipation of michael’s arrival. After greeting Me in an appropriate way and kissing extensively My thigh high boots and gloves, that I had put on specially for the occasion, I took My servant to the room where slave marc was waiting. I walked towards him and tapped My high boots with My whip. he bent forward over immediately and kissed the leather toe begging for mercy since he knew that he was going to suffer. Then, I turn around and tap My leather encased ass with the whip and also servant michael knew what to do: get up on his knees and take his “natural position”. That is his face and tongue at My ass…! So, I let him kiss and worship My behind for a few minutes while I whipped slave marc in front of Me. Afterwards michael told Me that he could also feel Me whipping My slave. Each time he felt the tiny movement of the muscles in My thighs, a split second later, he heard the lash whistling through the air followed by a rifleshot-like crack and a loud scream.

Like I had expected, michael (like Myself!) had become extremely aroused. The dimensions in his pants let no doubt about that! So, I turned around, back to him, and order him to open his zipper and get it out! Then, I put My whip under his dick and made it get up further. Pleased with the state of his cock, upright, huge and hard, I smiled wickedly. Then, I shouted one word to the slave: “OPEN!!!!” and I tapped michael’s “weapon”… Of course, both knew what that meant and seconds later My servant pushed his dick into My slave’s mouth… As soon as his cock was in the slave’s mouth, I walked behind the latter and started whipping him again on his back. With each hit, his body moved a bit and some muffled scream was heard. I am sure he would scream it out loud, but michael’s dick filled up his mouth muffling the noise.

After a few lashes, I explained “the game”: I’d whip marc hard until Michael would shoot his load in his mouth, so marc will do his best to make michael cum as soon as possible, while I ordered My servant to hold it as long as possible. My servant told Me afterwards that he never had such difficult task…. Hahahahaaaaaaa… he did not want to displease Me (and probably realised that cumming too soon would yield punishment for him) but he was so excited and horny…  Seeing Me, his Mistress in high leather boots, whipping a slave to bleeding and not being allowed to come was like torture he said. he also said that the vibration and movement of the marc’s mouth and tongue with each hit made it even more difficult. I think he managed to hold for at least three or four minutes, but then he could no longer hold and shot a full load into marc! I smiled and told michael that now it was My turn and ordered slave jan to get My preferred facial dildo and fix it on michael’s face…

Fifteen minutes and three orgasms later, I allowed Michael to remove the dildo and lick My pussy for a fourth one! For that, I needed My whip to make My servant do his utmost best and get Me again into heaven!

As a reward, I finally took him for diner to a restaurant.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

 

Myriam and jan

My slaves are well trained to welcome my Domme Friends in a proper way when they arrives. But, yesterday Myriam told Me that it looked like my slave jan had not done this passionately enough when she came in. As I could not leave a thing like that unpunished, I immediately called for him and confronted him with it.  Of course he denied his lack of commitment, but I could not simply neglect my Friend's comment. So, I ordered him to show me how he’d welcomed Myriam. Of course she claimed that he did not do it that way and jan realized that he’d never be able to win a discussion with a Domme and that insisting would only make Myriam angry and would get him only more punishment than if he’d just admit his mistake. 

As a result, I suggested she’d punish him herself the way she saw fit. So jan was strapped to a radiator pipe (one of My favorite places to whip a slave) and two minutes later Myriam snapped the singletail menacingly in the air. I had offered her to use a whip at wish from my collection and she had taken a black singletail that I knew was a pretty hard one.

slave jan after the "lesson"

So after a few tens of good lashes, he was crying and frantically begging her to stop. Luckily for him, Myriam got a private phonecall after a few minutes and she had to leave in a hurry. But, she asked Me to finish her job and make him bleed for her! So five minutes later I was whipping jan telling him that I could not disappoint My friend and had to make him bleed. Although I did not really whipped him to bleeding, it was the perfect excuse to give free rein to my sadism. I had My fun and he will not forget the proper etiquette to welcome My Domme Friends.

After his punishment, he came to Me to excuse himself. I didn’t say anything. Just tapped my boot….. he knew what that meant!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

testing new slave michael

Last week I was finally able to arrange a meeting with My new candidate slave Michael in a femdom club. I had asked My German Friends but it appeared to be more difficult than I had thought. Luckily, My Dutch Friend Marlon also had followed My conversations and had offered a solution.

So, I ordered slave michael to come to a club in Holland. Unfortunately, he let Me know that he has no car nor driving licence! Angry about the fact that he had not told Me in advance I told him that he’d get there anyway, if not, I would never meet him again!

His answer tempered My anger a bit since he immediately excused himself and assured Me he’d be there in time.

Marlon had arranged the club and welcomed him. She had explained him the rules and then had cuffed and chained him in a room that was fit for interrogating someone. When he was secured, she called Me and five minutes later I had parked My car next to the club. Upon arriving I introduced Myself to the woman who led the place and socialized a bit with her and another Mistress who was present.  

After that introduction, I went to the “black room” where I found slave michael, well cuffed and attached to the wall with a chain of about two meters. First I allowed him to greet Me properly by putting My boot a few tens of centimeters towards him. As if he was the most experienced slave, he went down on his knees, bent forward and kissed the tip of My boot saying that I was welcome and that he offered himself as My slave. After letting him a few moments worshipping My boots, I pushed his face away and walked towards the wall where tens of whips hung for My choice. Of course I had brought some of My own but was curious on what they had in store. And indeed I found a few good whips to My liking. I said so to michael and told him I wanted to try out these whips. He spontaneously offered himself as whipping target, something I guess he regretted already after a few lashes! However, I was still rather easy on him and I did not yet unleash the whipping I had in mind for him yet. I made the whips only created some light redish welts but that already seemed hard (and new) for him. But, although it seemed hard for him, he managed to take it like a real slave.

Then, with the help of My Friend Marlon, I strapped him in chair that was specially designed for interrogations. As soon as he was fixed, I took a nice short cattle prod and started interrogating him. During this, his nipples and manhood were My primary targets and the prod appeared to be very effective to make a prisoner talk!  After about fifteen minutes of toying with him like that, I pushed the chair with My foot turning it over. Marlon catched his head before it banged hard on the floor and laid it down, face up. Seconds later, I stood over his face, legs spread, looking down at him. First I I drew his attention to his vulnerability with his head and face next to My boots. Then, I put the sole of My right boot on top of his face and forced him to tongue-clean the soles.

After a few minutes I withdrew My boot and told him that he did not produce enough saliva to properly clean My soles and that some extra fluid would be necessary. As such, I ordered him to open his mouth wide allowing Me to drop some of My own saliva in his open mouth. Like that, I spit a few times. Some landed perfectly in his open mouth but most landed just in his face.

After that, I placed My boot again on his face and had him tongue-clean My soles.

Five minutes or so later,  I released him from the chair and had him kiss My boots and offer his hands for My whip. All he did without hesitation!

Then, I asked him to take place in the chair again for further torture. I told him that he was not obliged to do so but it was just something I likes and doing so would please Me. I also told him that if he’d agree, he’d be tortured beyond imagination. So it was his choice to please Me and suffer or to disappoint Me and spare himself a torture. In reality, it was a test to check whether he’d fully trust Me and figuratively put his life in My hands. In reality, the “torture”  I threatened him with, was just further use of the electric prod…

After the “electric chair”, I tested him as a ponyslave and therefore I made him fixing the spurs, that had these sharp points protruding, on My boots. A few minutes later, I rode him like a human pony through the confined room. Of course the room was too small for real riding or make him run into exhaustion or even test his stamina, but it showed his willingness to be ridden as a two-legged ponyboy, even when using these extreme cruel and menacingly spurs. It also showed that he trusts Me fully and does not mind if My actions would injure him. It is not that I damage My slaves on purpose, but accidents can happen and if they happen I don’t want a slave who makes a fuss about it.

Lady Contessa Pat

To be continued (when I have more time)