England...once more!

Me at the manege. Nice outfit, isn’t it?

Last Friday and Saturday, I had a short trip to England. After a short business meeting in London, I took a train and got picked up by a sub that I met a few months ago in the London club. He brought Me to a riding club about 100 km out of the city (not the one I visited in Summer). He had arranged that I could ride there together with another Domme he knew from the London club. She was a regular rider in the riding club and was delighted to be able to ride with Me. Like that We were able to have a long and discrete chat during the ride while

But more interesting was the fact that She had ordered John and another guy to meet Us in a cosy cottage on our way. it was aydan’s (the other slave).

 We were welcomed by the two “servants” who greeted Us the way decent subs do (by kissing our riding boots). Since We had little time, Sue immediately had her boots and jodhpurs removed and ordered her slave to lick her to orgasm! As We had agreed during the first part of our ride, I stimulated her by whipping My slave john in front of her and we changed after she had orgasmed. Obviously the whipping arose her very much (although We only had our crops to do so) so it did not take that long before she screamed it out!

It took john significantly longer to get Me that far, but when I started digging My spurs into his skin (as Sue adviced and encouraged Me to do after a while), I also climaxed.

I attribute it to the fact that We only had our crops since I find whipping someone with a singletail or bullwhip far more arousing.

Anyway, My spurs seemed to be very good substitutes!

After that, We went to the toilet one by one and filled a glass for our slaves. Without any complaint, they drank it! In the mean time, We had a glass of French wine.

At the end we allowed john and aydan to jerk off while licking our boots. It took them less than a minute and when we left the cottage, Sue ordered them to go on all fours to form a footstool to mount our horses. Of course I made good use of the offer and stepped on john’s back.

Finally I said that they had to kiss our boots as a sign that they liked our company, but only if they indeed liked our presence. I have never seen slaves kissing My boots more eagerly! The message was clear!

Lady Contessa Pat

Autumn = new boots!

Autumn means new boots!

Although early in the season, I could not wait last week to buy these beauties (in Paris). Wearing them at a business meeting, I got compliments from several people. Two guys even told Me that they go very well with Me! Talking about a compliment!

Lady Contessa Pat

Dungeon in France

one of the French slaves in the “black room”, the “Chambre Noire”

After I had this excellent time in the French club, I had invited Myriam to visit it. Of course She liked the idea and last weekend We went to Paris.

Since We could simply drive to the club, it was a good opportunity to have a little “role-play” so I had brought some very explicit dominant clothes and accessories that I cannot wear everywhere. I was especially delighted to wear My special “spurs”. I had only worn them at home and once during a meeting with some friends in Germany.

Anyway, We made good use of the available equipment and slaves and had a lot of fun in the black room, a room specially dedicated for whipping with long whips. We had brought dirk and jan as Our personal slaves, but had two other slaves at our disposal as well. It was said that those were real painsluts and it was amongst others this I had Myriam convinced to come along.

Me in the “Chambre rouge” 

The opportunity to whip slaves full force with a bullwhip and without restrictions was something she could not let pass by and so she had agreed to join Me to the club in Paris (She does not like France since she does not speak French – however the language of the whip is a universal one! hahahahahahaaaa…). And believe Me We made good use of it! We both whipped a slave beyond imagination!

Of course I also showed the new interrogation room and demonstrated how I’d make any prisoner confess! I think My intimidating outfit matched the idea very well.

Like a few months ago in London, I made one of the slaves give Me his email-password (although I did not check it like We did in London).

Myriam on her turn forced jan to say that I am a sadistic “bitch” while I had warned him that I’d whip him to bleeding if he dared. As a matter of fact he had to choose between getting tortured and getting whipped to bleeding with a bullwhip. Too late he realized this so, broken by Myriam,  I had him in tears at the business end of My whip. Half an hour later, numberous whipmarks were added to his back. From a distance, they looked just red stripes, but from a shorter distance, tiny droplets could be seen in the gush.

The other French slave after I “took care” of him

dirk was somewhat smarter and he realized that if he resisted long, he’d get both! (or was it My intimidating outfit? Hahahahaaaaa…) So he already gave in after less than five minutes before he was fixed in the black room where he got one of the hardest whippings he ever got from Myriam. But that was nothing compared to what I did to the French slaves’ back. From the scars that were already on his body, I could see that he was a real painslut and that I did not have to restrict Myself when whipping him!

After the “session” We had a few drinks in the club while jan and dirk’s welts got a bit nursed by a slavegirl who worked as a kind of nurse in the club.

It was already after midnight when We left the club and went to Our hotel.

I was glad that like Myself Myriam had a good time and that I had given her the opportunity to experience it (I had told her about it enthousiastically but up till then she was always reluctant visiting places like that).

Lady Contessa Pat

Sex with subs?

Lately a guy who calls himself a sub, but no slave, told Me that he thought that I never allowed a servant to have sex with Me.

I told him that he misunderstood the whole concept of sexual slavery. It is not that when someone is dominant, One should not have sex anymore! And it is even more stupid to think that Dominant Women do not long for sex! But,….it is a fact that I decide when, how and with who and not the males! If I feel like getting licked to orgasm, I GET licked to orgasm!!!! If I want to have regular sex, I have it! That is completely different from the way things go in a regular relationship where very often it is the male who decides when to have sex.

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

France

Like every year in September, I met My French friends. This year We had planned to go to a club in Paris.

Since Our meetings are always highlights, I was thrilled to find out what My friend Jeanine had in store for Us. She always is very creative in entertaining Us!

So, last weekend, We gathered at a private dungeon in Paris. Jeanine had hired the place to make it Our private Queendom for the evening. Actually, the rent and all expenses were paid by the slaves that had been gathered for Us by the club’s Owner. All decent well trained slaves that had agreed with a no limits evening. Like that, even two slaves were especially dedicated to be used as no limit whipping targets! These slaves simply remained fixed to two whipping posts in the “Chambre Noire”, a room especially dedicated for serious whipping. Spacious enough to use long bullwhips without limitations. During the whole evening they were whipped each time one of us felt like it. I must admit that I made good use of the opportunity and added a serious number of whipmarks to their backs (probably lasting forever!). they were rightly reffered to as painsluts. But that was nothing compared to Madame Jeanine. She really whipped one of the slaves as if skinning him alive! She really butchered him without blinking an eye.

But of course there was more. At the far side of the main dungeon was a kind of throne that had a hole in the first part of the seat. It was there to accommodate a head so the One sitting on the throne could have her pussy “serviced”. Although I did not really use it,  most of Us did. My friend Laurence tried at least three or four different slaves in it. She made it a competition: At the end of the evening, We’d evaluate each of them. The one that served best would be rewarded, the others would face a punishment. Like that, all did their utmost best and pushed their tongue as hard as they could. Laurence said that she could feel the heat of their mouth and breath through her leather pants.

There also was a kind of wheel that could turn a slave upside down when he was strapped to it. So We could bring a slave with his head just above the floor. I called it “boot height”. Three slaves had to kiss our boots like that and were subjected to a kind of “boot recognition test”.

They even had a special private dining room where diner was served by naked waiters. Of course We were free to speed them up with our whips or a good kick on the ass. The food was good but the wine was impeccable! Especially the two bottles that Jeanine ordered and that costed 350 euro’s each. Laurence took the other wine (that we were drinking previously) and poured it over her boots for the slaves who had to lick them clean. Also some parts of the desserts got on several boots….hahahahahaaaaaa….

After diner We went back to the main dungeon for a small demonstration of the “Lady of the House”, who showed Us their new interrogation room fitted with the newest electrical “devices”, including an “electric whip”. We tried out several cattleprods and other electrical “instruments” and of course that whip. Some amongst Us already had used these devices, but for me it was the first time and I must say that I still prefer a good old fashioned leather whip!

Madame Brigitte, Madame Laurence and Madame Jeanine making a point…

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. Although we always have a no-photo policy during Our meetings, they allowed Me to take and publish this pictures.

Me, in front of the "Dining Room"

Nadine and danny

Yesterday I had a long talk with Nadine, the woman who had managed that  a guy (obviously a sub) took care of her horse and stable. 

She told Me that she liked the guy’s attention and his offer to help her with her horse and stable, but that she was not really interested in him as “slave” or “servant”. She said that she did not recognize his behavior as such and was mislead by his kindness.

She also told Me that she was not surprised that I was “a Mistress”, but that she did not suspect anything with Myriam.

Anyway, I suggested that Myriam and I’d take over danny, but still have him help with her horse and stable, but she told Me that she’d prefer not to have anymore contact with him. I remarked that he is just a sub, no criminal nor abuser or so and that in general these guys are very docile and harmless and that having someone like him would be very handy. But, I could not convince her.

So, Me and Myriam decided that We’d talk to danny and tell him he’d be our “servant” but that he could not show it to the outer world.

In return, We’ll “train” him regularly and use him a little bit more “intense”.

Lady Contessa Pat

Castle Delights

In My natural habitat?

Last weekend I went with My friend Myriam to the Ardennes (for riding). Since we were only  the two of Us, We had taken one of My admirers with Us.

But that is not what I was going to write about.

On Saturday We went to Luxemburg and visited a castle. (I don’t know why, but I like these old “buildings”). Of course the most interesting part was the dungeon where to My delight there were still “items” to make someone talk or just suffer beyond imagination. My piece of cake!!!! Especially the fact that these “devices” were real and no replica’s or so and knowing that they were actually really used on people made Me hot!

The "head-harness"

Especially that special metal “head-harness” triggered My imagination. How nice it must have been to have your enemy in it and having all kind of whips, pliers, red hot irons,… at Your disposal! What power that must have given, the victim fully surrendered to Your whim, in times nobody questioning whatever You did to him (or her). Even torturing them slowly to death!

Now again, I get hot and wet when writing about it.

Maybe all this is far too extreme, but I simply cannot resist to share My experience and thoughts about it.

Lady Contessa Pat