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

Celebrating a new contract

 

Last Sunday afternoon I had rented a small wellness center because I had been able to sign a significant and very lucrative contract on Saturday. Therefore, I had invited My HR manager and Friend Myriam and I had called My servant michael and slavegirl maya to join Us. I call her slavegirl, but actually she is more of a kind of female "servant", or “maid” for Me.

Anyway, after the owner of the center had showed Us around and had disappeared, We both had our boots kissed and then taken off in the changing room. Myriam immediately ordered Our “servants” to thank Me extensively for the invitation and she pointed to the thigh high boots that I had put on for the occasion. Of course, michael and maya immediately understood and jumped onto My boots and after they had kissed the leather extensively and thanked Me, they were allowed to gently slide the black leather off My legs and feet to start kissing and worshipping My little feet and toes.

This didn't last that long, because We hurried to the warm jacuzzi (wonderful on such a cold day!) after having changed in Our bikini and bathing suit. Into the jacuzzi, Our slaves were allowed to continue their task after a few minutes of acclimatization, as in no time, We both lay comfortably stretched out in the warm water with our feet hanging over the edge. servant michael and maid Maya were allowed to continue kissing and massaging our little feet while sitting on their knees next to the jacuzzi.

After ten minutes or so, I ordered maya to join Me in the jacuzzi to continue massaging and kissing My feet, but… under water! A little later I ordered her to take off My bikini bottom under water with only her mouth. So, she was not allowed to use her hands! Hilarious and... very erotic and exciting! Especially after I order her to caress My little pussy with her tongue. Of course, also Myriam “discovered” the joy of it and also Michael was ordered into the jacuzzi after a few minutes, with the same task as maya: tongue My Friend Myriam (who appeared to have slid away the bottom side of her bathing suit by then).

 

So, like that, We enjoyed the jacuzzi in a slightly different way than usually and We continued chitchatting while Our slaves dove under water every half a minute or so. (they started with longer periods under water, but soon discovered that they got out of breath like that after a while. As a result, they had to take breaths for too long and thus I told them to use shorter under water periods and surface intervals so that Our fun was not interrupted for too long). From that moment on, they both seemed to be able to keep going on like that forever and indeed We enjoyed this special way of service for at least half an hour if not longer. Surprisingly, and although I liked her tongue very much and I had become hot like hell, maya could not get Me orgasm. Also michael could not! (although he had brought Myriam two times to orgasm!)

Later on, We went to the showers and “Open!” was the only thing I had to say to make maya open her mouth towards Us and catch Our piss mixed with some water from the shower. 

So, We had maya under us and pissed the two of Us together on her. At the same moment Myriam started caressing and kissing Me! And after a few minutes or so, she pushed away maya and she slowly slid her tongue from My mouth towards My breasts and finally towards My pussy! It was the first time that My Friend showed Me so expressively Her love, gratitude and submission to Me! It overwhelmed Me and I orgasmed twice!

It had made Me hot and horny for the rest of the evening, even after I was home and Myriam wasn’t even with Me anymore (since she had to go for diner to some family in the evening)! It was why I invited servant michael to the restaurant and took him to My place for the evening afterwards.

After some toying with My 24/7-slaves, I took michael upstairs and had great sex with him in a way I didn’t have sex for a long time: the classic way in which I rode michael’s cock sitting on top of him! After this I had him lick up and clean My little Empress and when he had finished doing that, I ordered slave marc to tongue-clean Michael cock after he had removed the condom.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

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

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