Uniformed experiences

Another blog I posted on My old account on Yahoo (somewhere in spring 2010): Uniformed experiences

About two weeks ago, someone asked Me if it never happened that a guy trough himself spontaneously at My feet. As it actually did happen a few years ago, I described him what happened that night (as far as I can remember):

A few years ago I met this jewish guy who was extremely attracted by Me wearing a nazi-uniform complete with black shiny leather boots. I was at a special private party when all of a sudden a man appeared out of the crowd throwing himself at My boots trying to kiss them. At first I was shocked and I kicked him away straight into his face and hit him several times as hard as I could with the crop I had with Me. After the first wave of blows and kicks, one of the other Mistresses ordered him to excuse himself for his rude behaviour. He came back to Me shuffling on his knees. As an excuse, he explained that he was jew and was fascinated by Nazi-women. his grandfather had told him about their cruelty and the power they had over the prisoners in the prison camps and he got traumatized about this. Due to this he developed an extreme adoration to those women and claimed that I’d looked exactly as he’d imagined them. he begged Me to give him a chance to show his devotion to Me. At that moment a realized I would have this unique opportunity to let Myself go on a stranger and fulfill My deepest sadistic desires.

After he had explained his situation and feelings he told Me I looked astonishing and that I looked exactly how he’d imagined a Nazi concentration camp Commander-in-Chief would have looked like. he said he’d do anything to please Me and to become My slave! I asked him what he’d do if I kicked him in the face with My riding boots, if I broke his fingers under them or if I’d whip his back open into a bloody mess. he claimed that he’d take all of this if it was My wish! At that time My heartbeat reached 180! I told him I was going to try him out and ordered him to stay at My boots for the evening until I ordered otherwise. After a few minutes, I rose up and went to the Ladies room. The slave tried to follow Me down on his hands and knees. When I opened the door he hesitated as I was entering a Ladies room after all. A few fierce blows of My crop made him decide to follow Me, but as soon as another Lady saw him entering the room, She started to shout at him, reached for a whip and started to whip him. Feared for the real anger of the Lady and the serious blows of Her whip, he shuffled back, out of the room. The Lady went after him and also kicked him several times. I went after the Lady and promised Her that I was going to make him pay for his brutality. Their came My wicked nature as he was going to suffer because I had ordered him to break a rule, but he did not use this argument to explain his behaviour so I decide that indeed he must have been a loyal slave. When I came back from the bathroom, the slave was waiting for Me on his knees and begged Me for mercy for not having done as I had ordered. he remained at My heels as I went back to My chair.
At the party, there were several small rooms equipped for the Mistresses to punish their slaves in private and after a few drinks, as I got a little bit drunk, I took him to one of the rooms. It was rather small but it contained a kind of whipping rack. I remember I chained him one hand to the rack as I wanted him to see the sadistic joy in My face while I made him suffer (I like that) and believe Me suffering he did! I do not know anymore for how long I have been whipping him and how many times I kicked him with My boots, but I do know that his body was covered in stripes and his body was full of bruises and marks from My boots. When I released him, he fell at My feet, kissed the boots that had kicked him nearly to pulp and begged Me to see him again. Unfortunately, at that time I did not know yet the advantages of keeping a 24/24-slave and I was not interested in a occasional slave from abroad. (The party was not in Belgium, but in Holland. Near Rotterdam I think. Or was it Amsterdam? I do not remember exactly anymore).
Anyway from that moment on My latent fantasy about being a prison camp Commandress-in-Chief became much more vivid.

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Btw it was also this jewish guy that called Me “Madam Kommandante”, a nickname I liked and used for My prison camp fantasy ever since.


Lady Contessa Pat

Ponyriding with Marlon

I just found a few blogs I had been publishing on Yahoo more than a year ago. Rereading them, I decided that some of them are worth republishing oin this blogspot.
Although outdated, I think they contain some interesting things that still are actual and worth sharing .

Me and Marlon at a riding trip in Holland ( a few years ago)






Last weekend, a Dutch friend of Me came over to My place. I was with her already a few times and we always had so much fun with the slaves She provided on each visit. Therefore I had foreseen some special events for her (and Me).
As I have two slaves that I frequently use as ponyslaves, the idea of having a few races was obvious. When I mentioned it, her enthousiasm was overwhelming!
The problem however was that although Marlon is an experienced horseback rider, she was not very familiar with ponyslave riding. So I had to show her the basics before we could have our fun. But, being an experienced rider, she was a quick learner and learned all she needed in less than a few minutes.
As I only had one decent saddle, I offered to ride My slave straight in the neck and have her have the saddle.
I suggested her the use of a pair of Mexican type spurs, but to My surprise she refused and told Me she’d stick to her own classic spurs.
The first thing we did was a little game called “blindriding” in which the pony gets blindfolded making it completely dependant on the non verbal commands of the rider. It is a kind of riding I practice frequently to keep My slaves sharp. With two however it was fun as marc was not used to run with another rider than Myself. So he made several mistakes and Marlon had to use her crop at a more than normal frequency and intensity! On top of that, his thighs were well bruised and clearly showed the presence of internal bleedings. After something like ten minutes, marc got used to his new rider and everything went smooth, the both of Us walking next to each other on our ponyslaves. Later on in the house, marc got a good whipping from my friend for his clumsyness during the first ten minutes of the ride. Both My slaves then got locked in their cages when I went out with My friend. they only were taken out when we came home again. At that time we were both horny like hell and our boots needed service as did our butts and other parts… Anyway, it was a long hot night that also marc and dirk will not easily forget.
On Sunday, we finally had our races. Being a good host, I offered Marlon to have dirk for the game, as he is a little bit stronger than marc and I expected him to be faster as well. In accordance with Marlon I had also classic spurs at My dressage boots for a chance. I indeed realized that during a game like that I might forget what was protruding from my heels and in the heat of the race I might damage My slave far too much with the rather sharp rowel type spurs I usually use when riding My ponyslaves.
The first race was a kind of a sprint that - to my own surprise - I won! How I did that? Very simple: just whip and whip and whip! As the race is so short it is just a matter of urging your slave as fast and hard you can! In the next one we had to run five rounds around four trees in total about 300 meters I guess. That appeared to be a more tricky race as just whipping our slave might lead to exhaustion of him too soon. So, as with real horses, the rider must try to dose the speed and energy of the running slave. Here, the endurance training I have subjected dirk to for nearly a year clearly showed off! In no way I could have won this race even if I’d kick and whip marc to complete exhaustion!
Another one was an individual race against time. First I rode dirk then Marlon did with marc, for the third one I had marc then and Marlon took dirk again. All the times were added and…. I won again! Like that we had fun for more than two hours (in between the races we had breaks with drinks and snacks) and Marlon told Me she’d never had more fun with slaves than that afternoon! It was the best compliment I could get and when we said goodbye later that evening, we promised to do this over within a few weeks.
I wonder if you Dommes or slaves find this kind of amusement kinky or just going to far. I’d love to hear from you.

Lady Contessa Pat


Within a few days I will publish another one on My time at a costumed party in the beginning of 2011.
Let Me know if you like and/or are interested in these old blogs.

Lady Contessa Pat

New boots

When I was in Paris last week, I found these incredible boots in a fetish shop (punkshop?). As soon as I saw them, I was hooked!

The woman in the shop was not beating around the bush when I tried them on and told Me they’d surely impress submissive males!
And indeed, when I came home and showed them to My slaves. From their reaction, it was more than clear that they had a huge “fear factor”! So, I had them kiss the tip and vow loyalty and obedience. I felt the strong desire to kick them in the face with my new beauties, but I was a bit afread of the result. But, as I was eager to use them on My slaves, I gave jan an order I knew he could not comply. And then, I kicked him on his legs, thighs and ass. To My delight, the prints of the metal studs were nearly immediately visible. I nearly orgasmed and as a result I took marc to my bedroom…

Admirer

Yesterday, Myriam told Me that the fool We met at a carnival party had shown up at the riding school (manege). he had said that he came for the “beautiful animal tamer”. That she had impressed him in her dominant outfit and that her whipping was like heaven! Myriam had told him it was a mistake and that She was not interested in him and that she’d consider further attempts of him as stalking.
After some begging and promises, he finally drove off.
Afterwards Myriam was a bit disappointed that she did not give him a try. Because although doubtful, the guy might be trained into a useful slave in the end. It could have been an opportunity for Myriam to train her own slave from zero. I told that, if he really had the potential to become a worthy slave, she’d get a new chance as he’d reappear in that case.
Anyway, Myriam seem to have impressed him in her carnival outfit. Maybe I should wear something like that next time we go to such a ball….

Lady Contessa Pat

sissyboy or slavehorse?

Since more than a month I am seeing a new slave. he is not living 24/7 with Me (yet?), but I can get him at My boots within 30 minutes with a simple phonecall.
Because his strength and posture (he weighs 98 kilos) he’d be a terrific ponyboy for Me. The only problem is that he is not into ponyplay. I have simply forced him to do so and of course he carried Me around for maybe half an hour without the slightest problem, but there was no passion in it. It was pure service, obedience and sacrifice, but no passion, no pride to be My ponyslave. Although big and strong, he is more like a sissyboy. More someone who prefers to do homework for Me, like an old fashioned servant, he is eager to clean the toilet, My bedroom, to take care of My clothes and boots,… Not the kind of character you expect in such a huge body. Of course I knew, as I had been in touch with him via the net for more than a year before I actually met him, but still it was a surprise to see a big man like him doing housework like a maid. Sometimes this is quite cute, but sometimes I wished he was more like a tough guy. So today, I have a dilemma shall I take him the way he is, or shall I just give him the boot and look for a more virile slave?

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. Yesterday, Myriam came up with a wonderful idea of making our slaves pull a sulky or so. I’ve rode it a few times abroad, but now wondered if it is possible to have it at home (I don’t really have a piste for it). Does anyone of you have experience with this? Where We can do it?

Short

Yesterday, I ran into a old “acquaintance”. At least that is how he introduced Me to his "wife". More than five years ago, he was with Me for a few months I wonder how he’d explained the whipmarks on his body to his wife, and for sure he will not have told her on the origin of the scar on his right cheek…..hahahahahahaaaaa…..

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. The pic was taken in front of his cage after a serious whipping he got. After that, he left Me!

Carnival

A few weeks ago, I found this gorgeous costume in a costumes shop. As carnival was coming, I bought this heroin type costume for this year. In the shop they told Me it was based on Captain Sky, some kind of comics heroin, but afterwards I found out that it is Captain Franky in a movie called Captain Sky.
So last weekend, I put it on to go to a costumed party. As you can see in the picture (made by Myriam), it is a more neutral outfit compared to My Nazi-outfit, I usually wear when going to a costumed party.
But, again I was surprised how such a more dominant looking outfit attracts males.
At this party, a guy who was wearing a prisoners suit came to Me and started a conversation saying that we matched: he a prisoner and I a kind of futuristic policewoman. I explained him about My “Captain” and told him that I like the character.
Pointing at My gun, he said he wouldn’t dare to be naughty with Me around. Of course he didn’t know how arousing I found his words, so I started to flirt (I told him that I’d bodysearch new prisoners always thoroughly when they entered My prison) and it didn’t take long before he said that he’d love to be My prisoner. I asked him if he was sure about that as I’d be a real tough and hard prison warden. Of course he was! Because I am pretty sure I had him hooked by then, especially after I had told him I’d make good use of the handcuffs he had with him.
From that moment on, I started to take advantage of the situation and started to make him run for Me. First I asked to get Me a drink, with the next one, I didn’t ask anymore, I ordered. He got Me a snack, more ice for My drink (twice), an extra straw, ….
At a certain moment I went a step further and I dropped My gun (toy!) on purpose. I didn’t make a single move to pick it up so I forced him to take it for Me, but when he reached out with his hand, I put My boot on top of it and said that prisoners are not allowed to touch a gun. He smiled at Me, but I Myself did not show any emotions and kept staring at him down there at My boots and I asked proper excuses. As he did, My net had closed tighter around him. I told him that in a real prison, I’d order him to kiss My boots for it! He didn’t look surprised, nor aroused and didn’t say anything. To change the subject (I wanted to see if he came back to it) I started to ask about him and indeed after a few minutes he told Me he loved My friends (Myriam) animal tamers outfit, especially the whip she had with her. That was a confirmation to Me and I called Myriam (who was dancing) to join us. I told her Greg liked her whip. She immediately understood and lifted the leather in front of his face and said that it was for naughty animals…. “And prisoners!”...I added. As a result he told us that he was not really into BDSM, but admired strong women like Me and Myriam. But, by the end of the party, we managed to make him understand the“no pain, no gain!”-principle and we had him allow Myriam to whip him in public (so called as a joke…hahahahaaaa). She did with the utmost pleasure!
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but in the end, we managed to whip a guy who claimed he was not into BDSM. And he was not the only one that turned around us that evening!

Lady Contessa Pat