Christmas Eve

After having a quarrel at  My parents on Christmas Eve, I was pissed (and drunk) when I went home.

When I arrived home, I went straight to My slaves in the cellar. I grabbed one of My more cruel whips and started whipping jan through the bars of his cell. Of course I was not pleased with the fact that he had his clothes on, so I ordered him to take them off and present himself naked for Me. By then they must have sensed that I was a bit drunk and angry and that they were going to pay for My mood. But nevertheless, he obeyed (afterall he is a well trained slave) and I restarted to whip him through the bars, this time creating nice welts on his body each time I managed to hit him (which was not that easy through the bars, but it made it thrilling). He cried and begged Me to stop, but I was far from satisfied at that time and kept on whipping him continuously. I might have launched more than hundred lashes at him and probably 40 of them really hit him, so in the end, he was full of red welts.

But after a while I got another thrilling idea and went for a kind of gun with plastic balls and started to shoot at jan and alternately marc who I by then had ordered to pull off his clothes as well. It was thrilling because they did not know when the next shot was going to come since they had to cover their eyes with a blindfold for safety (not to destroy their eyes).

And since they knew I liked to aim at their balls and penis, they used their hands to cover their manhood. Like that, I sneaked around the cages and fired at them from different and unexpected angles. As I said thrill and fun!

Then I took a long crop, turned to marc and spoke the single word “hands!” and he knew what that meant and he put his hands out between the bars of his cell so I could hit them with My crop. And he knew: withdrawing meant a double portion!

So he let Me beat his hands and fingers black and blue!

After that, I put My boot through the bars and had him kiss it and vow loyalty to Me. And the same went for jan.

I seldom really hurt My slaves without a reason, but since I was angry, I needed to release My frustrations. And although they had nothing to do with it, they were just at the wrong time in the wrong place.

Lady Contessa Pat

England !

I had invited Myriam to England for a special ride. Officially We went for business (as a matter of fact We meant business! Hahahahahaaaa….) But, Our main goal was to have another visit at Our favourite club and especially to have a ride in the same way I had a few months ago.

So we went to London to meet Sue, a Domme-rider I met a few months ago during a very interesting ride at the countryside. Since She came to the club regularly, We had decided to meet over there and ride together to the stables after a relaxing time in London.

Together with Sue, also two slaves I met before were present, together with a third one who had been contacted by Sue specially for Us (one cannot have two slaves for three Ladies!)

So, after the very warm welcome, We got to test and train our slaves for the weekend a bit. Nothing special, just some moderate whipping to test their pain threshold, some tongue-cleaning of Our boots and just some general humiliations.

The morning after We drove to the manege I had visited before, while our slaves went to a cottage along our trail.

After about an hour of a good ride, We arrived at the cottage where the slaves welcomed Us like Queens.

However, before We actually entered the cottage, Sue deliberately stepped into some mud and invited Me and Myriam, with a nod and accompanying smile, to do the same. Thus We entered the house and immediately had the slaves cleaning Our riding boots. First they used their shirts to remove most of the mud, but then, as a finishing touch, they tongue-cleaned them. In the mean time, We laid down in very comfortable couches and sofas in a cosy room that used to be a library but now had been decorated like a kind of relaxing room with soft music and light. Here Sue ordered her slave to remove Her boots and jods so her slave could start “serving” her. Me and Myriam were a little more reluctant and I  ordered My slave to lick Me to orgasm through My leather riding pants. It can sound strnge, but I immediately got hot like hell and to My surprise, I orgasmed in less than five minutes! And that was without his tongue having direct contact with Me, through the leather! Maybe it was just because of the spurs and whip I used on him to encourage him, but that didn’t matter. After that I went to the slave that was “serving” Myriam and I started yelling at him to make My friend climax and whipped him very hard on his naked skin (unlike last time, the slaves had brought a few good singletail whips, My favorites!)

In the mean time, after having orgasmed for at least two times, Sue had taken her slave to the bathroom.  

When she came back, she explained that she had to go and that her slave had been cleaning her little asshole. A sign for Me to take Mine as well to the bathroom to have My little hole licked. Another strong orgasm was the result! And to finish the job, I had him lay in a bathtube and ordered him to open his mouth as wide as possible. Then I pissed in his face aiming into his mouth. When the three of Us were satisfied, the slaves were ordered to jerk off while kissing our boots.

Lady Contessa Pat

Facial dildo

Petra had told us that she had a surprise for us. And indeed, after our warm welcome and introductions, she invited us to follow her upstairs for our surprise.  

When she opened the door of the first room, We immediately saw the idea. A naked slave laid down on a bed, strapped, his head at the edge, his face up wearing a kind of facial dildo. A strapon fixed to his face.  Our host invited Us to take place on his face putting ourselves onto the black rubber penis attached to his mouth “anytime You’d like” She said and She introduced us to a second room that had another slave “readied” in the same manner.

I had been “served” with a dildo before, but although an obvious way to use it, this was a new experience for Me, and it was gorgeous! In the evening, it was queuing at the bedroom doors…hahahahahaaaa….!

“A substitute when it is too cold for horseback riding” Charlotte had joked about it and afterwards, when driving home, Myriam called it “an excellent idea for the cold winter evenings”. At least it was a rather new experience to Me.

I have had My slaves serve Me with a dildo frequently, but I had never thought of fixing it to their face and use the latter a a sit, a saddle.

Anyway, all of us liked it very much and all of us spent at least two hours each in one of the rooms!

The day after, the five of Us went horsebackriding. Carla did not since She does not ride, but She voluntarily proposed to keep an eye on the slaves in Petra’s house (and probably made good use of the face strapons….hahahahahaaaaa…)

Madam Kommandante

P.S. At home I have immediately asked frank, a guy I see regularly, to buy Me a dildo like that. I am eager to make good use of it with My slaves!

At Marlon's

Marlon on the bridge to the pedestrian’s bridge
to the museum for shipping

As promised some more on My latest trip to My friend Marlon and her new slavegirls.

I already knew that Marlon had a good appetite for slavegirls (who hasn’t?), but up till now She as well had mostly had male slaves. So I still was a bit surprised to see these two cute Asian girls welcoming Me on their knees. 

Marlon asked Me  from the beginning not to be too hard on them as they were frail and not used to harsh treatment. But, being a good host, Marlon had foreseen an extra slave (apart from her own slave thomas) that I could use at wish including whipping him to shreds (she said literally).

I knew that Marlon was more into sexual slavery rather than real sadism (I sometimes got the impression she even loved her slavegirls), but that never kept her from supporting  Me or other Dommes from treating slaves to our own likes (and even did not withheld herself when she was into real punishing a slave).

Anyway, She had ordered her new slavegirls to serve and pamper Me like a Goddess while the slave was there to give Me the possibility of take My anger or frustrations out on if I had any. “Let the girls serve and pamper you and use the slave in case you are not pleased” She had said, but the girls were so good that I even had no reason to punish the slave. Of course I did find reasons enough to lay My whip on him during the My stay!

So it did not take long until We were relaxing, chitchatting and kissing. Both having  a slavegirl between our thighs! Marlon is a very sensual woman and like Myself She is not only into males (I’d rather say that unlike Me, She even prefer girls!). After having put the thermostat a few degrees higher, We as well had removed out clothes and were naked except for Our boots. Especially Marlon looked gorgeous in her thigh high, high heeled glossy leather boots. I was a bit disappointed that I had not brought My high heeled ones.

Me in front of the “Rijksmuseum”

Just to inform you: although I seldom wear high heels outside, I do have and like to wear high heeled boots when in an erotic mood and I have a few pairs at home!  

Anyway, the girls (and Marlon) were so good that they gave Us several orgasms in a few hours time and I did not even have to hurt My slaves for that! Of course Marlon’s temporarily slave got a good whipping at the end.

So like before at marlon’s, We had a very erotic evening!

Lady Contessa Pat

In Amsterdam....with My Friend Marlon

Marlon had invited Me to Amsterdam to a special club, but before We went there, I picked her up at her house in the south of Holland.

Where a series of slaves were available to be non limitedly whipped. I knew that Marlon had arranged this especially for Me since Marlon was more into sexual slavery rather than real sadism. Anyway, We went to a special club in Amsterdam were I found three slaves cuffed and chained. one to a rack, another one to a whipping post and the third one was just stretched to the ceiling. All bear clear marks of previous whippings and I realized immediatelythat this were all just “painsluts”. Worms only good to be used as whipping targets and to sharpen My torture skills! As a matter of fact these slaves did pay for it!

But, during the whipping I realized that I was not half as much excited as when whipping someone who is afraid of My whip. I realized that I was just fulfilling these worms needs. Not what I liked.

I do realize that all subs will take some pain or damage from a Mistress and even like it, but most of them only do this out of pure adoration to Me or another Domme. With these ones it was different. They seemed to be trained to bear blood drawing lashes and even when I whipped them full force, drawing blood they hardly screamed! In time I realized that it were this kind of worms that are dangerous to a real Domme. Indeed these bugs force the one holding the whip or other punishment tool to go beyond the limits of safety!

When she heard our frustration, the house Mistress offered Us the use of a cattle prod. She told Us that these worms did not mind to get scarred and cut or damaged since they knew that nobody could ever go that far it became dangerous. But, unlimited and lasting pain induced by the cattle prod was something they could not stand for long! And indeed it appeared to be very efficient to bring these fools down. After only five minutes or so, two of them indeed begged Me to stop with it (which I did only about ten minutes after their pleas started). Especially using it on their balls appeared to be very painful and thus efficient in breaking these fools. 

The third one needed to have his balls nearly fried until he gave in as he was really crazy. But Marlon managed to bring him down as well! It looked like males are frightened of it because it could ruin their “manhood”!

Although I had used it already on slaves before, I was not aware of its “power”. Anyway, it felt as a victory to have broken these three slaves especially when we heard that they were amongst the toughest ones around!

When We came back from Amsterdam, I stayed at her’s and met her new Asian toys. Two little slavegirls who together with her male slave had to serve and pamper Marlon. Physically and sexually.  But as I have not that much time anymore, I will write about them later.

Lady Contessa Pat

Nice drawing

A few weeks ago, someone sent Me this picture saying that it represented Me in My (phantasy) camp (LCPCF).

Of course I like this drawing very well

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Spain

Last week I was in Malaga and Cordoba for a few days.

My German Friend, Lady Petra had a Friend in the south of Spain and had arranged a trip to Malaga.

While We were relaxing on one of the terasses in a street, a bootblack showed up and offered to clean our boots.

The three of us liked that and agreed , but after he had finished Petra’s boots, she told him he could get an extra 10 euros if he’d kiss her boots. First he acted as if not understood, but when I offered him 50 euros to do so with the three of us, he bend forward without hesitation and kissed My boots! In public!

Must have been the wine, because I normally do not show My dominant nature so openly.  

In the evening, M. (she asked me not to use her name) took us to a club for further enjoyment. Her slave juan was also “accompanying” us, but we hardly used him anymore since on arrival we got two slaves to serve us throughout the evening! And I can tell you these slaves were real studs and served us at a fingersnap. I only had to “correct” My slave a few times with a crop, but Petra really made her slave suffer since she made him jump like a puppet on a string and whipped and kicked him hard each time he did not react to her licking.

I guess she wanted to prove that German Dommes are far harsher than Spanish (which might be true, but I think that rather Lady Petra is far harsher than the average Domme).

Of course we also had our boots “done” very thoroughly while we had a nice chat with two Dutch Dommes who were also having fun in the club.

The day after, we were guided around the city of Malaga by M’s slave. (She was not able to accompany us herself since she had to work). And in a remote quarter of the Alcazaba, we made him go down on his knees and kicked him a few times for not being able to answer our questions about the castle (we kicked him because we had no whip available at the time). And later on we had him kiss Petra’s boots and beg her for forgiveness for not being able to show us the dungeons (closed for restoration) while I stood guard for other visitors to enter the quarter.

Later in the evening, we told M. about it and she assured us that he would get his punishment and that he’d regret it!

Yesterday, she sent me a picture of his back after the punishment.

Lady Contessa Pat