Kiss My Ass !!!

 

Kiss My Ass !!!!

To the fool that thinks he should insult Me when I don’t agree meeting him after two weeks of chatting: Kiss My Ass!!!!

 

I know this disgusting lowlife reads My blog!

Lady Contessa Pat

 

London with Hans

A few months ago, I was in Manchester and since the guy that was supposed to accompany Me turned out to be only interested in My riding skills and was not prepared to accept me as a superior Mistress, I had allowed a German guy to join Me. He was found to be prepared to take a plane to meet and accompany Me for only one evening (without any further promises, nor perspective for a further relationship). 

Since travelling is far easier with this “servant” than with a real slave (real slaves full of scars and bruises and the items to keep them under heel can be a problem with customs), I have taken him for My short trips along already a few times.

He is not a real slave (he does not want Me to whip him or punish him in another way) but behaves very submissive and obedient to Me and treats Me like a Queen. In a confined hotel room he does not hesitate to thow himself at My feet and kiss My boots as a sign of adoration and submissivity. And if I want it (and only if I clearly indicate that I want it!) his kisses go further up….

Like that he has given me already a few fantastic nights.

On the millennium bridge (by Hans)

A few weeks ago We were in London again and after another great night with him (during the day I was in meetings with a company) I asked him to come over to My place (last weekend).

So on Saturday, he had come all the way from Northern Germany and he got Me a very nice  bouquet of dark red roses.

As a reward for his long trip, I ordered jan to clean his car thoroughly while I showed him around My house and domain, of course marc at My heels

He told Me right away that he liked to see marc at My heels and that  he found it extremely arousing to see a woman using a slave the way I do. Next I told him that he was allowed to kiss My boots as a greeting. He went down immediately and eagerly and he kissed My riding boots with passion.

After having drinks served by marc, we talked about My and his expectations and how he felt about Me having two male slaves. To My delight (but in fact I already knew this), he told me he didn’t care and even found Me more attractive by that! Of course I asked him if he’d be prepared to punish them for Me if I asked him to do so and without hesitation, he immediately told Me, he’d do anything with them if I said so. I gave him My little crop and nodded towards marc to proof that his words were sincere. Without hesitation he hit marc three or four times. To check the result, I ordered marc to lift his shirt, and indeed hans had not spared My slave. Some nice fresh redish stripe could be seen. To emphasize My power I took the whip and hit marc full force creating a far more distinguished weal. “Nothing beats the real Mistress” was his comment. Pleased with the outcome of our talks, I took him to the riding stables and introduced him as “a friend”. I allowed him to watch Me riding in the riding arena before I took off with a few friends for our afternoon ride. In the mean time, Hans had a drink in the bar of the manege until we came back.

The London Eye by Hans

Back home, I had him pulled off My riding boots and I threw them at jan to take care of them (he knew what to do with them). I took Hans upstairs to help Me change My clothes. About an hour later, we came back down and left for diner in one of My favourite restaurants. It was funny to go there with someone like Hans since I always come there with business-relations or other people that do not know about My secret life. I was a bit nervous about it (afraid that someone might notice My special relationship with Hans), but he behaved like a real gentleman.

Anyway, around 9 we went back home and unlike My original plans, I allowed Hans to stay the night.

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

After the game,  We went to the bar for new refreshments including oysters and champaign, and listened how each of Us had managed to frighten our slaves to death. Hilarious! one of the slaves appeared even to have wet himself! Around midnight, most of Us went to bed after having choosen extra services from the hired slaves or our own slaves.

Since I was tired I dismissed jan and marc after they had tied up My room and I went to sleep, but for instance Myriam made good use of the offer and I heard that dirk had to watch how She’d enjoyed Herself with two other slaves…

The ones that were not “needed” by One of Us (like marc and jan) had to go to the kitchen and slept on the floor together with the others.

Of course, in the morning marc was standing guard at the My door, paying attention for any sound of Me. As soon as I am awake, I ring a little bell and he knows he is summoned to enter the room and offer his services.

Some of Us have their slave sleeping in their room in case they’d need something, but I prefer to be alone in My room unless I am into special or sexual services. I think every Mistress should see for Herself how She likes it.

Other slaves were ordered to prepare an exquisite buffet for Our breakfast.  Around 10, All of Us (except for Myriam and Mistress Julie) were in the restaurant. Madam Carla clearly was pissed because of having a headache and blamed her slave johan for it and when he did not get her an aspirine in time, she hit him a few times with her crop and asked if one of us could whip him for her. Madam Petra offered her “services” and whipped the slave very hard. Anyway, out of proportion with the error he made. But, Madam Petra was eager to show her skills with the whip together with her dedication to please her friend.

After the breakfast, the slaves had to tidy up the whole hotel and after an hour or so, We made a kind of inspection tour. Each time we entered a room, the responsible slaves had to sit and wait at the side on their knees, presenting their hands in front.

Facilitate Us to whip their hands in case of Someone was malcontent with something. Around two, the additional slaves were sent home and We took off for a nearby restaurant. Our personal slaves were dropped at a manege (riding stables) to prepare horses for Us so that We did not loose too much time between our lunch and afternoon ride. Carla and Mistress Julie left Us after lunch since they don’t ride. So after extensive hugs and kisses, We took off for a nice ride through woods, silent meadows and pitoresque villages. After about two hours, We returned to the manege and all went back home after saying goodbye to each other.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

As promised, the remainder of Our weekend in Liege:

For the third “game”, a new lottery was organized and another slave was attributed to each of Us. Like that,  johan, Carla’s slave was given to Me.  The game was the same like the first one, but it was the idea to make them talk out of fear without actually touching them. A “psychological torture game” Charlotte called it. Of course the slaves did not know that and they thought that the threats we made to them was actually all bluff. I don’t know what the Others said to “convince” the slaves, but when I threatened him to kick him in the face with My boots he did not hesitate to tell Me his secret word “Herrin”, German for Mistress.

I must admit that I cheated a bit on this since I knew about the little game in advance and had therefore adapted My outfit a little bit. Since I know that slaves are scared to death to get kicked with hard boots, I had changed boots and took the ones My slaves call My “Piercers”. Thigh highs with a tip specially “prepared” with a sharp metal point (see picture). “The most frightening boots ever seen” a slave once called them! and I thought these would be excellent to make a slave tell me anything I want….

So, after I had  johan’s hands and feet strapped on the back, I pushed him down making him laying immobile and defenseless on the floor. His whole body including his face fully exposed to My lovely “Piercers”! I simply had to threaten him that I’d kick him all over, including his face if he did not tell Me his secret word. And when I stamped hard on the floor centimeters from his face making the wooden floor reverberating he told Me, tears in his eyes!  Triomphantically I hurried to the lounge with the idea that I had won again. But, to My surprise, I saw Carla already sitting in a chair with the smile of an Empress that just had beaten her opponent.



My “Piercers” with the marks of the heels!

She had simply told dirk (Myriam’s slave) that she’d shave him bold and kick his balls to pulp! Nothing more! I don’t know if she knew, but dirk is scared to death to get kicked (I know from his period with Me), especially when wearing spurs. On top of that, Myriam told Me that she had spoken to him about Carla as a very cruel and ruthless Nazi-type Mistress who does not hesitate to beat and kick her slaves black and blue! Of course dirk was scared to death for Her even before she had said a word to him! Not surprised that She won! However, Myriam told Me that She’d punish him for that and that I could come over for My revenge on him at home whenever I wanted. I told her I’d make good use of that offer!

Anyway, I ended second in this one…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

After exchanging ideas and experiences how We had managed the first (and main) interrogation contest, Charlotte explained the  next “game”. Therefore She introduced  a special electric device most of Us seemed already to know. Electrodes were placed on the slave’s body and One by One we got the remote control and could ask two questions. We could decide to give him an electroshock or not whether We liked his answer or not. Big big fun!!!!!!

Like that, the seven extra slaves that Charlotte had foreseen were interrogated, many of them on their most intimate secrets and dreams, some of them were forced to dance naked in front of us, some were made to sing (embarrassing!) and one or two even were forced to tell Us the number of their bank account (although I am sure nobody will take advantage of that; nobody made notes)….

And as the “organizer” of the event, Charlotte invited Me to tell for each slave where to fix the electrodes. No need to tell you that nipples and balls were My favorites….

Afterwards, they were told to crawl towards Us and kiss our boots and shoes to thank Us for not “frying” them with the device…… really big fun!!!

  

But of course that was not the end of the day yet.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

(to be continued)