Normal?

Just heard on the radio that scientific experience in France showed that 80% of the people are prepared to torture someone for money.
When I said in some forums that I am a sadist and enjoy breaking slaves many of the members called Me “weird”. Now it appears that My feelings are not that strange. Torturing someone for money is normal. Doing this for sexual pleasure is weird????????
And even then, I only hurt people if they displease Me. Not just like that!

Lady Contessa Pat

As usual...

Some days ago, I have kicked My slave jan out! After being My slave for more than half a year, he disappointed Me seriously! Although I always explicitly forbid My slaves to have contact with other people, I found out that he had had contact with his ex-wife! His ex!!!!! Outraged about this, I had handcuffed him to a radiator. Then I had taken My most cruel single tail and have been whipping him for more than a quarter of an hour, full force! He screamed like a pig that got skinned! With each hit, it looked like I got excited more and more. I think it must have been because of the mixture of anger and the feeling of unlimited power over a defenceless creature that was completely surrendered to My whims. I really got hot like hell and I think that made Me even hit harder. he cried, screamed and finally shouted that I was crazy and that I could not treat a man like that. I think I was too much in trance to stop and I kept on whipping as hard as I could. The difficult part in the end was to release him as I was a bit afraid he might attack Me for what I had done to him (his back was bleeding all over, but he must have found that out later). Luckily for Me he did not, but he threatened to go to the police and to sew Me. he said the way I whipped him was inhuman and that he did not wanted to see Me anymore. I remember I was relieved but also a bit afraid for a legal case when I let him out. Luckily he did not put charges on Me. On the contrary, yesterday, he called Me back to excuse himself. I refused him, but today I already feel sorry that I did and did not use this advantage to impose new conditions on him. It might be a change to get a real “no limit slave”. Because, there are many slaves around, but very few “no limit slaves”. One advice to all real Dommes: if You have one: keep it! they are rare!

Lady Contessa Pat

Snow!

Snow! Children like it, adults are afraid of it for the safety on the roads. Yesterday, a friend of Mine said she hated it because it sticks to shoes and boots and like that it is taken all over the house, making a mess. I didn’t say anything at that moment, but I was amused thinking that she could easily solve this, if only she’d be less conservative and made use of the “natural resources” that We call “slaves”. In My house, not stain coming from snow or ice will be seen on the floor! My slaves know that I would not allow that to happen! As soon as I enter the hall, one of them knows it is his duty to remove the snow from My boots. In the hall stands a comfortable chair where I can sit while My slave is performing his task. Before I enter one of the adjacent rooms or corridors My boots are always dry and clean! And the hall? Well of course, cleaning the floor over there is their problem! And it better be dry and clean when I return there!

Lady Contessa Pat

Wintertime.... boottime!

Honestly I am a little bit ashamed of the vast number of boots I have, most of them only worn a few times, but I cannot pass a shop when I see a lovely pair. As I explained this a few weeks ago to a slave, he suggested to take him for “bootshopping”. At that moment, I hit him in the face as I did not wanted to show up in public with a slave. But, after a few days, I started to think it over again and decided that maybe it was not a bad idea at all. I realized it could be fun taking a slave to a city abroad for shopping. Nobody would recognize Me and who would be suspicious about a woman trying on new boots and helped with this by her husband or lover? Like that, a few days ago, we went to a city in the western part of Germany. In the beginning, I was a little bit anxious that nevertheless the fact that we were abroad and in a big city, someone would recognize Me. But, after a while I got acquainted to the anonymity of the big foreign city and I relaxed.
In the beginning I had jan only unzipping the boots I was wearing and helping to put the new ones on, but after a while a started to go further.
Like that, I told him, the boots had a small stain, so he took a clean handkerchief and polished the leather. Later on, he bent completely forward and exhaled on the leather to create some condensation on the leather for better cleaning,….
In one of the shops I pushed the sole in his the face when the shoplady left us for a moment and I ordered him to smell what material the soles were made of and I kicked his face softly with the sole while he was doing so.
In a Western-shop, I found some very vicious looking spurs and tried several. Of course it was jan who fixed them one by one on My boots. Finally, I bought three “special” types!
By the end of the day, I was walking through the streets, My slave behind Me, carrying several bags…..Afterall, wintertime indeed is boottime!
Oooohhh, I love the good life!

Lady Contessa Pat

My favorite character

I remember that when I was something like 14, I watched a movie called “Ilsa, La Louve des SS”. In English known as “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS”. While My friends all felt sorry for the victims and were disgusted, I enjoyed the movie and felt enormous sympathy for the Ilsa-character. For years I have been fantasizing being “Ilsa” in a prison camp.

Years ago, a friend (who does not know about My secret life) told Me by means of a joke that I reminded him of “Ilsa”. I must admit that at that time, I was ashamed and must have been blushing, but I also remember I got hot like hell! Afterwards, I asked him why he’d called Me like that, and he said that it was because of My clothing, wearing frequently black riding boots and black leather clothes.
Some time later, during a special (BDSM)-party, someone said that I looked like a severe overseer over working slaves and that I’d be an excellent camp guard with My tight fitting jodhpurs and spurred riding boots. A “Modern Ilsa”, he added without knowing himself, that was the biggest compliment he could have made!
Now, already for quite some years, I always go to costumed balls like a Nazi-officer! It makes Me hot like hell, and you’d be surprised what effect that has on “straight” guys! But I’ll write about that another time (if you are interested of course)…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Sometimes people ask Me how I became a Dominant.
Well, I don’t really know. I think I always felt like that for My whole life. Being surrounded by servants all My life, I think I developed that feeling of superiority from My childhood on. Although it was not as clear as today, I always enjoyed dominating, humiliating and ordering people. The real hardcore dominance, with whippings and so on, only came many years later when a guy literally threw himself at My boots to excuse himself for a carcrash.
When I came from a riding trip, someone crashed into My Porsche. I yelled at him as I was was outraged. The only thing he said was excuses and sorries, although afterwards, I realized, the accident might have been My own fault. Anyway, I suggested to get to My house that was not to far away to fill in the paperwork that had to be done. I remember that all the way, the man was excusing himself for the trouble he had caused! Finally he took all the blame for the accident, signed for it and said that he’d do anything to make it up with Me. He pointed to the dirty marks My riding boots had been making while walking down the hall in a hurry. He said that he’d clean that for Me because I had probably made the marks due to being upset by the accident. First I was surprised, but then I realized what was happening and My dominant nature surfaced. I do not remember exactly but I think I said something like “OK, but I want you to do it properly and that he could only stop when I said so!”
I showed him were to get cleaning material, but he only took a cloth and started to clean the floor on his knees. While I was watching him I had taken My crop in hand and I didn’t move even when he was coming closer to Me. Then he asked Me something like: “shall I clean your boots to Madame”. I remember I got wild (without showing) and simply tapped My boots with the crop to confirm. From that moment on I realized that he had become My slave! And I had become a slave owning Mistress!

Disgrace!

I read a message from a woman who was attacked by some scum while making a horseback trip. I was disgusted! How does he dare!!!!
A few years ago, I also have changed My regular trail to avoid problems. I used to have the habit of taking the same trail regularly. At a certain time, I found out that a guy showed up every week when I was passing by. After 2 or 3 weeks, he greeted Me and called Me openly “Madam”. A week later, he “accidentally” fell on the ground just before I passed and he excused himself for hindering. Since then, I did not take that trail anymore since it was rather remote. One of My friends at the manege told Me she had to whip a man who tried to touch her (and I am sure she is not dominant). Although I think no man would have to try to attack Me on My horse armed with whip and boots. I think he would be surprised and I am sure he would regret it, but at that time I did not want to take risks. I think bastards like that should be locked away and I would not mind being the Commander-in-Chief of that facility. Of course you all know what than would happen with scum like that!
I know that a lot of males look at Me when riding along and secretly long to kiss My boots. I can simply see it in their eyes but I must admit that riding My horse and sitting high above others makes Me feel very powerful over the low creatures beneath Me. It arises Me extremely. But that does not mean they should do more than look and admire!

Lady Contessa Pat