Handcuffs

I just read an article in a blog about a Mistress that got attacked by her “slave” during a whipping. The guy claimed that she was hitting too hard….???!!!!!

I think this is soo typical for males: they want to eat the fruits of BDSM, but not the consequences.
To avoid that slaves might stand up against me during a whipping or other punishment, I always cuff and chain My slaves when I whip them real hard (as a punishment).
From several experiences, I know that there are always four phases in this process: first, they play along, showing how tough they are (hahahahahaaaaa…..), but when you start to hit harder, they soon beg to stop. When you then don’t, they get angry after a while and start to threaten. It is iduring this phase that handcuffs are necessary! Neglecting this rule can be unpleasant and frustrating as I not that long ago experienced Myself.
Anyway, If however you have them secured and if you neglect their rage, you will finally see that they will restart begging you to stop. The latter however will proven to be different. More humble, more submissive, more sincere ……!
That is the time they have given up their male macho pride. At that moment, You really have broken them!
It then is mandatory not to release them yet as the risk of getting angry again is real in this stage. Instead, I keep them chained for a few more hours letting them cool down, while I explain them in detail what the consequences are of the next choices he’ll have to make.
Or they can leave after that and never show up again. No hard feelings, no blaming. But, I always make clear to them that if they leave, they can never ever come back and will loose an unique relationship.
The other choice is that they accept My full ownership over them, accepting really everything from Me. But that, at the same time, they can avoid a whipping to the bone like that if they obey My every whim. That I will be fair and not punish them like that if they behave 100% according to My wishes and that by choosing that option, their reward will be: a strict, but fair Mistress, they can serve for the rest of their lifes!

So after such a punishment, you got yourself a loyal lifetime slave or lost a lousy one. Handcuffs can make the difference!!!

Lady Contessa Pat

Protective caps

Everyone knows that I like to wear sharp Mexican type spurs at My boots. But, before My mailbox gets filled with angry mails and to avoid any misunderstanding: I never wear them while riding a real horse! So those that tell Me that cruelty towards animals cannot be tolerate can relax.
I used to make My slaves carry Me towards the stables for a ride. In the beginning I had My slave take another type of spurs with him so he could change the sharp ones with the more classic ones the moment we arrived at My horse.
Since I saw protective plastic caps around spurs in a horseshop I got this idea to use such caps over some of My spurs to ride a real horse.
Like that I could wear sharp (small) roweltype spurs for riding My human ponyslave towards the stables, while simple placing of protective caps makes the spurs suitable for a real horseback ride. When returning, they can be easily removed again for use on human ponyslaves….

Of course this does not work for all My spurs, as for most of them, there are no protective caps available.

Lady Contessa Pat

A drink for a slave

Some years ago, I had this slave who had a fetish to be pissed on by a Woman.
That was why I only did this on him if I wanted to reward him. If however today I piss on marc or jan on the other hand, it is just to punish or humiliate them. Simply because it is not a fetish of them and is only humiliating to them.
Anyway, lately I was thinking on this when I was writing for My fantasy-group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lcpcf), more specifically about that system I used to use on him to get My piss into his mouth without much spilling. It was simple: I made him lay down, face up, mouth open and I held a whip in front of Me, the major part right under My pussy, the other end just in his mouth. Like that, My jet hit the leather string and flew down along it straight into My slave’s mouth. And, except in the beginning and in the end, the spill was limited. No need to tell you of course that afterwards, I made him lick up the spilled urine from the ground!
I also remember that one day I had used the wet whip on him (normally I made him lick the whip clean and dry it off). The result was that the whip was somewhat heavier and had more impact at each hit. Like that, the leather also got dried a bit as the urine was splashed over his back. Maybe this is just a stupid experience, but as I was writing for My fantasy-group, I was thinking of it and thought I could share this experience.

Lady Contessa Pat

Reaction!

A reader sent Me the following reaction:

"And for the first time in My life, I was facing the fact that I could whip My slaves only because they allowed Me to do so" I'm really hoping that you are living in a fantasy world because this sudden realisation is otherwise baffling for anyone with a modicum of real experience. Consent is the first and most basic tenet of any power-based relationship. Consent is what separates sane people from crazy abusers who keep people locked up in their basement against their will. Ferns



Of Course I do not agree with "ferns" for the following reasons:
I think that slaves, asking conscent is a contradiction in terminis. I know many males demand that in a what they call a slave-Mistress relationship, but I think that is just nonsense!
It is only interesting for a wife that wants to please her husband and “plays” along. Not for a real sadistic Dominante!
And indeed, I was a little bit disappointed that My power over My slaves was limited to what they allow Me to do. In that way there is always some “conscent” in general. But, when this is also the case during a whipping or other punishment, I can hardly call the One holding the whiphandle a Domme. In such a case, the one really in charge is not the “Mistress” but the one that calls himself (or herself) a “slave”.
So, in general, of course there is “conscent” between Me and My slaves, but if they agree to become My slaves, they must take the consequences of being a slave as well!
And indeed, I have had a few cases where I went beyond what the slave “allowed”. Of course he could leave after that, but during the punishment, I was free to do with him as I liked. That is the main reason why I always cuff and chain My slaves when I want to whip them as a punishment.
What is a punishment afterall worth if One stops at the point where the one at the other side of the whip wants it to stop? What is a punishment if the one at the business end of the whip likes the whipping?

And, believe Me: the whippings beyond the limits are the most thrilling and arousing ones I ever administered. The helplessness of the slave made Me each time wet and hot like hell and it is even hard to stop when in such a mood!

So I don’t think I am crazy when I treat My slaves like slaves and whip them real hard when I want to punish them. There has been a time I wasn’t sure about this, but today I KNOW, despite some people that claim otherwise and I wonder what the other readers think of it.

Lady Contessa Pat


P.S. The scars on dirk’s back were mainly Myriam’s as the picture was taken before the actual whipping game.

Weekend

Last weekend there was our annual weekend with some friends in France. This year, the event was near Cambrai, and for the first time, I took Myriam with Me. The only problem We faced was that with the leaving of Wim, We were short of one slave as the idea is and was that each Mistress brought in two slaves. We had planned that wim, together with dirk would be Myriam’s while jan and marc would accompany Me as Mine. In a hurry, we’d tried to find a new one for Myriam, but time was short and finally we had to ask one of the other participants to bring an extra slave. Not that it mattered much as all the slaves were gathered upon arrival and that all Ladies present were able to bid on the slaves during a slave auction. Each Lady got a hundred fictional euros (made by the host I guess) that could be used to pay for the slaves. The “bought” slaves were the owners property for the evening, but it was not allowed to “buy” your own slaves. I was more cautious and did not bid for the two most stunning athletic slaves (like Myriam did). Instead, I was able to buy two excellent bootlickers! On top of that, one of them won the “sandbag race”, a race where the slaves were longed and had to run rounds at the longe (with a25 kg sandbag on their shoulders), urged by the Mistress whip. Time to run ten rounds was recorded, and andre, My slave won! As a reward, I was offered to whip the last one. Indeed, it is the Lady owner who wins, but the slave who looses….
He also was very good in the all fours ponyrace where he was second although I really had kicked him very hard, but the one that won was in such a advantage as his rider was skinny and wighted maybe less than fifty kilos. Some others like dirk, were less fortunate as his rider was a more, lets say, volumptuous lady that did not spare her crop during the ride. In this game, the looser was brought to justice in a circle circumfered by the six of Us. he was blindfolded and had to look for his Mistress while staying on his knees. We from Our side formed “le cercle botté”, the booted circle. And We kicked the slave each time he came close enough to one of Us. I only had the chance to kick him once, and even then I only hit him sideways, but some of the Ladies really got him as she waited and made him come closer and closer before she swung her leg and hit him full frontal. Laurence, Our host had a whip to speed him up in case he was slowing down. Of course She also had provided a delicious meal and lots of excuisite drinks, like French do. It was a nice evening, although I have had better ones in France. Myriam was delighted with the party and although she hardly speaks French, She managed to make her slaves do everything she wanted. dirk was less fortunate as he had been severely abused by Madame Jeanine


Lady Contessa Pat


P.S. unfortunately for My blog, the party was a “no photograph party” so We have no pictures of it.

A proving game

When I was chitchatting with Myriam yesterday, I told her about an experience I had years ago in France, where slaves had to try to take an object from a table while We were standing atop of it trying to avoid that. As I explained it more in detail I remembered another similar game I had been playing before where a slave had to take an object from a table while the Mistress tried to hit his hands with a whip. Let’s play a game like that with dirk she said, and we started to invent on the spot a game that could met our sadistic hunger.
Like that, dirk was cuffed brought to the cellar and put in the middle of the garage. We explained him in brief the rules of our new game “to test his reactions” and started to demonstrate our “creativity”. The idea was that we’d tell him where we were going to whip and actually whip at that same time. Like that, he could avoid the whip if he’d react fast. If not….
We stood together with our short bullwhips and agreed to whip one by one. The first lashes were purely vertical and struck him from head to lower back. And we whipped him left, right, left, right,…..After a while he got acquainted to the system and anticipated to avoid the leather. From that moment on, we started to change the pattern and whipped randomly left and right. But also in this case, he managed to avoid our whips after a few good hits.
Next level was the fact that I changed direction: “Head!” I yelled all of a sudden and My whip curled around his face. At that moment (too late) I realized that this could be real dangerous for his eyes, but luckily, the leather ripped his lower face and mouth. So I told him to cover his eyes with his hands. The next hit was on his feet. With a wicked smile, Myriam’s whip curled around his lower legs. It appeared to be extremely painfull as dirk screamed it out loud, so, My next lash went to his lower legs as well! Then it became a real random whipping and it appeared that it was nearly impossible for dirk to avoid the leather
It proved that his brain works slower the moment it got more complicated!
We laughed at it and concluded that indeed a male is only good to execute orders from a much more evolved female due to his limited brain capacity. Myriam made him confirm his lower intellectual capacities although he has an university degree…..hahahahahahaaaaa……

Lady Contessa Pat and Madam Myriam

The leaving of a slave

male pigs mismanaging a company cost Me hundred of thousands euros!!!!!! That became clear a few days ago when a firm that still had to pay a few hundred of thousands euros for delivered goods went bankrupt. So I had to release My anger on a male! That is why I ordered wim to lick My riding boots after I had been walking in them in the manege. I knew this was hard for him, but I was in a mood and into a whipping! I called him because I knew like that, I was going to win anyway. Or he did as I ordered and I would have broken him when it came to licking clean My dirty riding boots, or he refused, and I had My outlet valve by half an hour full force whipping!
When he entered the room, I ordered him to kneel down and start licking My left riding boot. Hesitatingly, he told Me that he didn’t like that and that he’d do anything for Me but not eating or licking dirt. Of course that only increased My anger and I asked him if he then preferred a whipping to the bone. To My surprise he told Me that he didn’t want either of it and just wanted to leave. At that moment I realized I had made a mistake. Not only was I going to loose the best human steed I ever had, but also I had forgotten to cuff him so he simply could walk away without a deserved punishment. Outraged, about that, I started to whip him back and forth with a crop I had in My hands, but as he apparently had decide not to stay with Me, he could simply use his arms and hands to protect his body and face to get hit. To My frustration, it was clear that a man like him is much stronger than Me when it comes to brutal force and that a whip alone is very inefficient as a weapon. It was new to Me that the whip did not give Me absolute power over someone! And for the first time in My life, I was facing the fact that I could whip My slaves only because they allowed Me to do so (unless I cuffed and chained them of course).
So, besides that cold shower, I also lost a very attractive slave. he left Me with a feeling of regret and pure anger. Do I need to tell that marc and jan paid for it?
And all this just because a few fools mismanaged a company resulting in huge financial losses!

Lady Contessa Pat