"Interrogation weekend"

Since it is My turn to organize the meeting-party and I do not want strangers (slaves) in My house, I made the deal that Charlotte would organize it for Me while I’d pay for it all, including a good fee for her. She has more time to do so and has far more contacts in the “BDSM-scene” to arrange extra slaves. I think this is a very good solution.
Of course We don’t want to make it look like it is another meeting at hers, so we decided to look for a location in the east regions of Belgium. Like that it will be more related to Me. So she found a very good location near the city of Liege.
We decided to call it our “Interrogation weekend”! During our latest meeting in Germany with “Les Chattes Bottees”, the subject of terrorism and fundamentalism and their use of independent “cells” came up. 
Charlotte claimed that She’d get all the information on accomplices and members of the cells if she could do with such a prisoner as she liked. We all agreed that We’d get information out of him (or her), but some believed that it would not be sure if this information was correct.
After a long discussion, we came up with the idea of testing it on our own slaves. Therefore We decided that at the next meeting, We’d bring our own slaves and each Mistress will tell her slave a word that he must keep secret. Then the slaves will be interchanged, and We will have to interrogate the slaves until they reveal the secret word.
Of course, the challenge will be to extract the secret word in the short possible time.
Each of Us will write down the secret word in advance on a piece of paper. When a slave gives in and reveals the secret word, the Interrogator will leave the “interrogation room” and wait for the others in the lounge. When All are ready, the results are checked with the secret words, and of course the One that is the first to have it dragged out of the slave is the Winner.   If however a slave dared to have given a wrong word, of course the “Interrogatrice” can go back to him….. And than, I would not want to be in his shoes…..

I am already looking forward to Our “meeting”….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Thrashing

Last weekend, Charlotte had a surprise for Me. After the usual courtesies and introductions, she beckoned Me and took Me upstairs. “I have a surprise for you” she fed My curiosity when We stepped the stairs. But, when she opened the door I immediately saw what she meant. At the far end, a man was cuffed and chained to the wall. I recognized him at the instance: the guy that We had been whipping to shreds about a year ago! The one that had claimed he could not be broken by a whip! “he asked specific for You” Charlote said flattering My ego. “But that is for later” she said while softly pushing Me out of the room again and closing the door. “First things first” she said assuring Me I could have him all night long and do with him as I’d like….. My heart went 150 beats a minute out of excitement! Especially when I realized that I had brought that special whip with the fine reinforced business end that cut skin open at each hit. The kind of whip that can be rarely used for real, just for threatening. I had used it on wood to show My slaves what I could do with it, and I remember that they were impressed and frightened to death when they saw it made up to 5 mm grooves in wood!

Charlotte had told Me to bring some hard whips. She hadn’t told Me why, but by then I knew!
When We came down again, We greeted and kissed Marlon and Petra who had arrived by then as well and after some chitchatting We went atable for a very nice diner. Of course while eating and talking all of Us had a slave under the table. Some used them as a kind of footstool, others had them massaging our legs and thighs and I am sure some of Us used them for more intimate carressing while dining. And I must say that the slave serving Me was an expert in thigh-massage!  But I could not put the one waiting for Me upstairs out of My mind. And I still had to wait for hours since We were going out after diner!
So after Our dancing, We went back to Charlotte’s for a little “toying” as She called it. It excited Me so much and I got hornier by the minute and wen I gestured to go upstairs, She told the Others not to bother the screaming that might come from upstairs. They all laughed out loud while I,  hot like hell, took the steps. The high heels of My boots resounding loud on the wooden floor and to add to the atmosphere, I made My whip crack the air back and forth. I wanted to make sure he heard Me coming!
And like the first time, again he acted like a macho (although in chains) and challenged Me with his grin. So I looked him deep in the eyes, smiled and lashed him full frontal! We both knew I was going to whip that smile off his face!!!!! And I’d enjoy every stripe I created!
And indeed, less than fifteen minutes later, he begged Me to stop. “Already broken?” I mocked at him hoping that his macho pride would take over again, but instead he agreed and begged Me to stop. So I humiliated him even more by making him admit that he was a weak  slave and easily broken (which of course was not the case). And that he was just good to clean the soles of My boots, not even worth touching the upper leather with his tongue, I ordered him to open his mouth and I spit in it, made him lay on the floor in front of the chair to rest My boots why I enjoyed Myself to climax,….And while doing so, I threatened him to piss on his bleeding wounds! 


Under My boots after
Our little “breaking” event….

I dug My heels in his skin and threatened to pierce his throath with them. his pleas to spare him really showed that he indeed was broken!
 Than I cuffed him again in his original position and left the room. I told Charlotte that I was ready with him and took off to My hotel.
When I arrived again, the next day, Charlotte had cuffed him and exposed him to the rest of the Girls (and other slaves) telling them what happens when a slave did not meet My expectations.
And after our slaves had served breakfast, they helped Us with Our riding gear and half an hour later We were at the riding hall for Our ride.
The relaxing ride ended with a visit to a Wellness center nearby while slaves were sent off to  clean our boots. The inspection of the boots later on was another highlight of the weekend!

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. Although a non-pic-event, I couldn’t resist to secretly take one with My cellphone.

Cause and Result

Cause

and...result!!!

Some of you seem to think that I only wear heavy riding boots. To show you that I also have very nice “feminine” boots and make good use of them, two pics with appropriate names: “Cause” and “Result”……hahahahahahaaaaaaa…..

Which one you like to bear?

Lady Contessa Pat

The longer the night....

Now and then, slaves ask Me to become one of the slaves for the parties and meetings I have regularly with My Domme Friends (mainly in Germany, but also in France, Belgium and Holland). In most cases this are also novice slaves with little or no experience and exactly this of course is a problem. First because nobody want to get embarrassed in front of her friends with the inexperience of a slave, but secondly it is not good for a novice slave to start with this kind of events.

During My latest meeting with My Domme Friends in Germany, I had been talking to sepp, the slave that was “attributed” to Me. Like that he told Me that Carla always treated him far harder when in a group and that in general Dommes always seem to be harder, more brutal and sadistic than when alone with a slave.

I never thought about this, but when I think this over, I believe he was right.

Indeed, We Dommes of course want to show our power over slaves to Our Friends and We do not want to show weakness when it comes to punishing them. This makes that slaves are nearly always treated rougher and punished harder and often there is some competition to be the “hardest”, even amongst good Friends. But it is not only the Women. Also the slaves. In a group, they all want to show how loyal they are and that they can take any punishment. What slave gives up in front of several Mistresses and fellow slaves?  So like that the levels and limits often go up with time and the cruelty amongst the Ones with the whips increases steadily,….The longer the night, the harsher everyone gets with the slaves, and that is without any of the Ladies being drunk, because, then the real trouble for the slaves begin!

So I’d say that if you are a novice slave, don’t attend to parties like that!

Not being used to serve a Mistress properly and to her expectations, you probably will end up broken and damaged. If not physically, at least mentally!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Comic

I just was informed on a fantastic comic created by one of My admirers. He said that he got a lot of inspiration from My yahoo-group LCPCF.

Me Myself I liked it very much although it is not for the fait-hearted!

It can be found at: http://qjojotaro.deviantart.com/art/Prison-comic-440221819

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Carnival

Like each year, I like the period of carnival because around carnival One can wear something like a Nazi-type uniform in public without being suspicious (just going to a carnival party….).

So this weekend I was invited by My Friends to come over to go to a costumed party. They know I am eager to do this since it always is very exciting.

Since we arrived rather late at Carla’s, I changed immediately to put on the military uniform I had brought. It was no surprise to them, since I have the habit of going to costumed parties like that. Apparantly also Carla knew since She introduced Me to a guy in a striped prison outfit and told Me that he was going to be My slave for the night. I was delighted with their empathy and choice, because My new toy appeared to fit My fantasy 100%. I just had to tap My boot with My crop and he went down on his knees and kissed the tip of My boots saying that he would do anything to make the night unforgettable for Me!

So we only stayed about fifteen minutes at Carla’s before we left for the party.

As usual most of the people were complete strangers to Me (except for some of the slaves that accompanied Us of course). During our short ride to the party sepp told Me then that he was an absolute admirer of  Nazi-related femdom and that the uniform suited Me extremely well.

Although they were sitting in the backside, our slaves jumped out of the car to open and close the doors for Us like real valets. And although no direct slavelike orders could be give in the ballroom, our slaves hardly conceiled their status! For Me that was not so surprising. Seen our outfits, one could always explain it as acting, but it must have been rather strange for bystanders when Myriam’s slave, who was dressed like Harry Potter,  cleaned her boots with his handkerchief after she had spoilt some wine on them. But with our outfit, I could use sepp as My footstool while everyone just laughed at the “act”.

Luckily it did not ran out of hand like last year, when Myriam whipped someone and Carla rode a man on all fours in public. Being closer to home, probably Carla seemed not to want such scenes, and Myriam simply did not got drunk this time.

So, around two, We all left the ballroom for Carla’s to change our outfits and go back to the hotel. We were free to choose whether to take our slave along or not. And although sepp begged and begged Me to be allowed to come along to My hotel, I did not.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

London



In London

I am just back from London for shopping and since We stayed overnight in a hotel, We decided to go out the evening. After a delicious Indian diner, We went to a club and We experienced already after fifteen minutes or so that, unlike the prejudices, English males are not shy or timid! On top of that, they see any single woman as a pray! Two women seems to be a magnet for them!

It was a pity I did not had dressed a bit more dominant, because I would have loved to order some of them down on their knees at the instance! The atmosphere for sure would have allowed that!

It was not a real BDSM-club, but at least it was clear that they did not care about sex appeal and kinky lifestyle.

One moment a guy directly asked if we were lesbians! (In that case he’d probably would be no longer interested?!) and when we told him we were not, he went after  his friend. They told Us they had bet on it! From that moment on We were covered in compliments and sexual suggestions.  After half an hour, I got annoyed with them and We left. They came after Us and asked Us to come along, but We stepped into the cab and left for another club.

For sure I would have loved to make these guys crawl for Us, but common sense told Me not to trust strangers in a foreign city. The other club was less “cosy”, but we had the chance to dance away the night under the staring eyes of several men…. And also here, after less than ten minutes, we were approached by a guy who told Me that I looked extremely attractive and that he fancied “mature” women. Since he was drunk, I immediately told him I was not interested and that I’d call security if he did not leave at once. He cursed and left.

The day after I woke up with a hangover. Maybe I get too old for this kind of things….

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat