With Myriam in London

Myriam's delight

I had Myriam accompany Me to London since I wanted to show her the dungeon I found a few weeks (if not months) ago.

So, We “hired” two slaves from the club (like I had done with Hans) and We took off for what We expected to be a very rewarding evening.

At first sight, the somewhat younger “studs”, looked very promising, but unfortunately one of them, a “George Clooney”-type of slave, appeared to be a sissyboy that couldn’t take a moderate whipping!   ….And then I didn’t even used My own “toys” since Hans did not accompany us!

So I complainted for his behavior afterwards, but I came very soon to the conclusion that this is what happens when using slaves who pay for it!

At least the other one, dave, appreared to be somewhat more “slavish”.

Anyway, we did make good use of them, expecially Myriam who was thrilled to have a slave she did not know. She told Me that, abroad, no need to be afraid that someone would recognize her, in her leather pants and thigh high boots, she could fully enjoy Her desires.

And indeed she squeezed every pleasure a slave could give her out of him!

Under My boots

Me Myself I found the evening rather disappointing. I had had a far better evening in the club with Hans and the other slave a few months ago. But, Myriam was delighted and that made it worth the trip. Seeing how My friend toyed around with her slave was on itself a pleasure.

Lady Contessa Pat

Paris

Prior to the fun

Last weekend, I was in the city of lights for a meeting with one of My French Friends. Last time we met, She had invited Me to a private dungeon in Paris. She had told Me about the fantastic atmosphere and the excellent in house slaves. All of them very dedicated slaves, very submissive and obedient and all eager to serve and please.

As proof of that, when entering the “chambres” (the rooms), a guy who was licking the floor had to greet Us by kissing our boots. His Mistress-Owner gave him a hard kick in his balls from behind as a sign to stop. I don’t know if it were her marks, but his back was just marked all over. It looked as if he had been beaten to blood hundreds of times. Laurence explained Me that it was one of the painsluts offered by the Owneress of the club to unleash Ones sadism. It explained the state of his back. Then the Woman told Me that he was one of five like that. They had several of them because they had to be changed regularly to recover from the cuts and bruises! Excellent subject for real sadists, She said. And believe Me She was! Laurence and Myself each had choosen a slave but had decided to put one in a corner on hold and toy with the other slave together and change him after an hour. (We had hired the dungeon for two hours). As I knew also Laurence had a fanatic whiphand and Our slaves had a rough time. At a certain moment, We offered the first one the choice between Laurence’s whip and My boots. To My surprise, he choose the latter. I had never seent that. My slaves always are scared to death to get kicked by Me, but this one had gotten so frightened to get more lashes from Laurence that he choose My boots. I was determined to make him regret his choice and after five or six good hits, he begged to stop and used his safeword. Afterwards, I heard that the slaves only do that in very special occasions, because when using it, they don’t get paid by the Owner of the club for that period and I was told that all of them needed the money badly! Anyway, We got to choose another one.  The second one was treated a bit differently. he had to hold an object, a little spoon, in his hand in front of him, while We had our whips to whip it out of his hands. Fun!

And although at the end his hands were red and bleeding at several places, he did not complain nor cried or so. A worthy slave!

Then came the one from the corner, who had been watching Us the whole time. Laurence ordered him to thank Us properly for the “show” he had been able to watch and as a result, he kissed My and Laurence’s boots passionately. Of course he also had to suffer. We had not paid just to get our boots kissed! So he got chained and stretched with a haul,  then, We started to whip the shit out of him using different whips ophitsen each other to harder and more sadistic lashes. And yes! After about twenty minutes, also this slave could no longer stand it and used his safeword. It led to the statement that  “La Belge” (Me!) was one of the cruelest sadist he ever encountered…. I don’t know if he meant it as a compliment or that he was disappointed. The Owneress did show some respect to the way We had managed to make her slaves work for free that evening (at least two hours). On the other hand she might just be a good business woman, praising her customers….

Anyway it was a enjoyable and rewarding evening and the food afterwards was delicious as well!

Lady Contessa Pat

Carla and Marlon

I knew that Marlon and Carla are Friends for a very long time already. (It was how I met My German Friends in the first place), but it was interesting to hear how they got to know each other.

They both were in a private school in Germany (Marlon being the daughter of a high ranked Dutch army officer) where they both discovered their “nature”.

Apparantly there were two kind of girls in the school, some poor orphans and a larger group of rich girls and it appeared that there was some discrimination between the two groups and that some of the girls exploited that to their benefit. Apparantly Carla and Marlon both had their eyes set on a shy orphan girl from Marlon’s class. Being two years older, Carla had started dominating the girl from the beginning using her as a kind of maid. Marlon, who had sensed it, once had followed the girl to Carla’s room and had seen how Carla toyed with the girl and used the girl for her sexual pleasure.

She had confronted Carla with it and demanded her share! From that moment on the girl became their mutual toy and she soon evolved into their slavegirl. From that moment on, both Carla and Marlon seemed to compete each other in humiliating the girl.

It was clear that the girl must have had some submissive and probably lesbian feelings as well because apparently she did not complain to anyone nor ran away or so.

Marlon said that in the beginning it was just about doing her homework, massaging her feet, cleaning her shoes and not like Carla who used the girl simply for her kinky sexual desires.

But also Marlon had soon evolved into a demanding “Mistress”, having her boots kissed and licked by the girl.

Also, physical punishment mainly consisted in the beginning of faceslapping and kicking, but one day Carla had brought a riding crop and used it on the girl while Marlon held her. As a reward and sign of their friendship, Carla had offered Marlon to change positions and also Marlon got her share of the fun. Both seemed to remember that very well and they told that from that day on they enjoyed using the girl together. One of the things they seemed to enjoy was that Marlon whipped the girl while the latter was licking Carla’s little asshole. A think She actually still likes and enjoys very much (I have never seen her going to toilet without a slave LOL). But also Marlon seemed to squeeze sexual fun out of the girl and She told Us that she had the girl lick her nearly daily to orgasm.

Unfortunately for them it only lasted a few months until Carla graduated and Marlon went back to Holland since her father got retired. However,  Marlon and Carla kept seeing each other, but they lost track of the girl. As I already new, Marlon had several slavegirls later on while Carla changed her appetite a bit and seemed to have focused on male slaves.

Lady Contessa Pat

Swimming in Aachen

Last weekend, when I was at the “Thermen” in Aachen, I saw a man a back full of scars. Of course I immediately recognized it. Whipmarks. For sure!

I told him that “She” had done a good job… his face got red like a tomatoe and he left the pool immediately. We didn’t see him anymore after that. 

Lady Contessa Pat

Riding trainer

My riding trainer????

A few days ago one of My online “admirers” send Me a drawing, representing Myself and a kind of device to practice One’s riding skills. I wad lighted with it and it contained so much nice details (he had highlighted them in his accompanying letter).

He mentioned My riding boots with GOLDEN spurs, his tongue offered, the reins attached to his balls, the zipper in My leather jodhpurs,…

It was based on the scenery and topics in My Yahoo-group (LCPCF). I wonder if it would be possible to buy a device like that, or if someone could make such a thing.

Lady Contessa Pat

Punishing Hans

Last night I met the German guy, that I was seeing for a few months, in a dungeon in Koln.

Since he had not told Me about his marriage (he is into a divorce procedure right now) I had told him I’d only consider meeting him again if I could punish him seriously for his errors. Although he is not a slave like most subs, he had agreed with that without much objection.

Probably he knew that I would never give in on this and that it was the only way of seeing Me again. 

So last night I met him in a dungeon in Koln.

Before I started, I made an agreement with him that I’d decide whether I’d go further with him or not after the punishment he deserved. We also agreed on a no limit punishment although he was going to tell Me when he could no longer stand it. But then it would be up to Me whether to stop or not. Afterall it had to be a real punishment!

First, as appetizer, I had his hands.  I made him present them in front of him for My quirt and I hit them full force. Of course he was not allowed to withdrew them and to My surprise, he managed to obey My order for at least ten hits. Believe Me, that is not obvious, especially not for someone who had never been beaten with a whip like that. Believe Me, I know.

Then, prior to the start of the serious action, I had him secured to a whipping rack. As soon as he was securely chained, the fun started.

I had brought a few special whips I hardly use because of their cruelty and after half an hour, he knew what I meant with “a serious punishment” and he was crying like a baby, begging Me to stop, promising Me everything. Of course that was not the moment I stopped whipping him….yet. However, to be honest, I must admit that from that moment on, I decreased the intensity of the lashes. Afterall I did not want to destroy him as I still have plans with him. So about five minutes later, I made him kiss My leather encased whiphand (I often wear gloves when whipping a slave seriously to prevent blisters on My hand) and told him that I was satisfied with the punishment. 

Then I left the whipping room and left him secured like that. I had arranged with  the Dungeon Mistress to release him only 30 minutes after I had left.

So I had plenty of time to have a drink and chat with the Dungeon Mistress. Although being a proDomme, she appeared to be a real sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain. But, She also told Me that the feeling of superiority, the power of being in charge, the power to do with your subjects as you like, the feeling when a slave licks Your boots clean, was the reason why she did it. She explained that like that, living her desires also brought her good fortune. From the amount Hans had to pay, I agree that it is a lucrative business! 

Before I left I had ordered him only to contact Me again after he had fully recovered from the whipping. Only after that, I’d decide whether to see him again or not.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Clean boots

A few days ago, I heard a discussion between two novice riders in the manege. One was making a remark on the dirty boots of her friend and said that she always wanted to have clean boots for riding. I intervened and told them that in My opinion riding with dirty boots showed little respect for the sport. No need to say that I will never become best friends with the woman. Not that I care.

I indeed think riding in dirty boots is a disgrace to the nobility of the sport and lack of respect for it! The ones doing so are unworthy to ride horses and every horsewoman with selfrespect should always have her boots clean and shiny when mounting a horse. Of course I know that during a ride (or walk around the stables), boots can get dirty, but I am referring to people that arrive at the manege in boots that haven’t been seen polish for weeks! 

I know that I am in a priviledged position since I have two slaves that keep My boots spic & span without having to look at it. But I am sure that most horsewomen could get someone to do this for them. It is only conservatism of our society that puts pressure on the idea and withholds most women from making use of that possibility.

As you know, not My problem

Lady Contessa Pat