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…! Part 2

When We came inside Brigitte’s house, She invited Us to the cellar that was completely equipped like a dungeon and where one of the “cibles” was fixed to a whipping cross at the wall. On the opposite side more than twenty whips and other items that could be used to make someone suffer were on display on a large table.

“Come on Ladies, lets make him bleed!” Brigitte instigated Us, but their was no need for pushing Us and in no time We were whipping the slave the three of Us simultaneously: Three sadistic Ladies using Their well chosen whips on the defenceless naked body in front of Us! 

The slave constantly moving insofar the cuffs and ropes allowed the movements since he got nearly constantly lashes on his body that had become completely red in no time and on which several old cuts were being ripped open again by Our biting lashes. Like that small rivulets of blood started run down at several spots on his back. But even then, he did not scream yet, only produced some muffled sounds each time a somewhat harder lash came home.

And than We decided on a procedure that guaranteed the cruellest whipping: One by one We’d whip him three times and the first One that succeeded to make him scream and beg to stop would win the small at the spot created competition. Like that Laurence hit him three times and I could see that he had to grit his teeth not to scream it out and I realised that I only had to hit him a little bit harder to get him over the edge, and indeed, with My second hit a managed that he could no longer resist and screamed it out! Of course, that was not the end of it since We had never said that We’d stop whipping him after he gave in…. hahahahahahahaa…. and thus We continued whipping him in series of three until his back was bleeding like probably never before! To be honest I was shocked at myself afterwards when I saw how We had damaged him! I was surprised We had gone that far, but in the so called “heat of the fight” One risks to forget boundaries. But afterall, Brigitte had told Us, when introducing them, that they both were hardened and experienced slaves that wanted a whipping till bleeding!  

Anyway, the second one got pretty much the same “treatment”, but he had seen how his fellow slave had been whipped to shreds and begged from the beginning not to go that far on him. I had never seen or heard a slave (painslut) that normally longs for a whipping, begging for this before even the first lash was launched at him! We must have made some impression! However, also he had to endure a serious whipping during which he was blindfolded and had to tell each time who administered the whiplash. We had told him he’d get 3 from each of Us, but this number would be increased each time he guessed wrong. Each time he was right, We’d subtract one lash. Of course We hit him in a random order and changed whips very frequently, not to make it too easy for him. I guess he must have had more than thirty! By the time We had finished with him, Brigitte’s slave nick had also finished nursing the wounds on the first whipping boy’s back and could start with the second one.

After the slaughtering, We went back upstairs where Brigitte had ordered two slaves to sit on their knees, legs spread. I recognized them as the “garcons de bottes” and the tallest of them explained that they were there to give Us the opportunity to test Our boots… With a smile I took the invitation and I kicked both straight in the balls and also Laurence followed My example and kicked one straight in his “manhood”.

The boots several slaves got to 

encounter more closely this weekend.

 

 

These boots are made for kicking… 

That is what they do… 

One of this days these boots are gonna kick all over you…!

 At that moment, We got the idea to kick them again a few times and have them tell Us, Who had the cruellest kick or boots, and of course We called the other Ladies to join Us in the little “competition”.

I was sure that both slaves would agree that My kicks are the hardest and cruellest. I guessed that My pointed Western boots guaranteed that. And indeed, they did! So, We had both slaves blindfolded and then Me, Laurence, Brigitte and Dea each kicked the slaves three times in the groin! Honestly, I admitted that most probably it were mainly My lovely Westerns that made the difference…

After that, I had become thirsty and had a few drinks while the two “ballboys” had to kiss, worship and tongue-clean the boots that had nearly destroyed their manhood.   

And then, I saw that Laurence’s slave philippe was available and since I knew that this much younger slave is very skilled in licking his Mistress to orgasm, I pointed at him, ordering him to My boots as well. After having him kissed My boots, I grabbed his hair and ordered him (together with the slaves that were kissing My boots) upstairs. No need to tell you what followed… 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

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

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