Nice Sunday in Germany

Last Sunday I was at Petra’s for a joint ride together with Marlon and Charlotte.

But apart from the excellent ride, she had arranged two German slaves (together with her own personal one) to come to the woods.

After we had made a good ride with lots of long gallops we arrived at a small courtyard of  remote and abandoned farm where the three slaves were waiting for us.

First they had to come round and kiss our boots one by one while we were sitting in the saddle to show their loyalty and devotion (at least for the day).

Next, they went to the car and came back with four good long bullwhips! Of course these beauties were hand over to us before the slaves were told to run around the square to sharpen our skills with the whip. Unfortunately that was the idea but did not work out since the horses got so frightened of the whips that they nearly all got nervous and anxious. So after a few minutes of trying we unfortunately had to stop this great idea and game. Only Petra’s horse seemed to be acquainted with a cracking whip so we dismounted and let our horses out of the square and fixed them outside. Then we came back at the secluded square and Charlotte immediately yelled at the three men that I was all their fault, that their “ugly faces” frightened Our horses and she started snapping her whip towards the slave who were standing together like three scared rabbits and without really planned nor agreed on, we slowly walked up to them forming a kind of half circle and started cracking our whips. The effect was intoxicating! It was so thrilling and a feeling of strange sadistic power came over me. Less than half a minute later, the slaves were in the range of our whips and the four of us started lashing out at them. At first they only begged to have mercy and stop, but when Petra shouted that they’d better run if they didn’t want to get whipped all over, they tried to flee. one of them tried to run between me and Charlotte but that appeared a bad idea because I managed to hit him full frontal!

But he was better of  than the other slave who got “tacled” by Petra and fell to the ground. That is never a good position between two Ladies with boots…hahahahahaaaa…. And he got kicked a few times by Petra and Marlon. Since this was a so pleasant for us, we repeated this a few times and ordered them to remove their shirts (to prevent them from ripped we joked hahahahahaaaa…). After a few minutes we decided to focus the for of us on Carl, Petra’s personal slave. Oh boy did he get whipped! Four eager bullwhips were lashing at his already scarred body (Petra for sure is not reluctant with the whip at home!) and also this, we repeated with the two other slaves.

Then Charlotte came up with another “game”:  two slaves had to run back and forth the square while the third one was whipped by us. The whipping only ceased when the last one reached the end point! No need to tell you that we had fun on the naked slavebacks!

After all this entertaining, we went back to Our horses and mounted them (of course with the help of our human footstools!). When we came back at the manege we were asked by the owner if we had a good time. All of us nodded and confirmed pervasively. If only he knew… hahahahahaaaaa…

Lady Contessa Pat

Riding in the Ardennes (2)

As promised the rest about My weekend in the Belgian Ardennes (before a few fools thought that they'd come closer to their god if they slaughter a few tens of people).

When we came back from the restaurant I ordered frank to strip naked and I had his feet cuffed and fixed again in My room.

After that, I took a pair of rowel type Mexican spurs with long spikes and ordered frank to attach them at My thigh highs.  

My riding boots after frank took care of them

Next, I put on the TV and ordered him to put his hands palms up on the backside of the bed so I could watch relaxingly without damaging the sheets. “you don’t want Me to rip the sheets, do you?” I explained him…

Like that, I watched some TV for about twenty minutes. When the newsprogram I was watching was over, I lifted My boots and ordered him to show his hands. The palms were clearly “affected” by the pointy spurs, but to My surprise not real blood had been drawn. Of course the red bruises and imprints showed that their must have been serious internal bleeding, but the skin was not really punctured like I had had before with these spurs.

I told him that since he had been so brave and had not complained, he was going to be allowed to fuck Me!.... and I took the special facial dildo frank himself had bought for Me a few months ago and I fixed it on his mouth.

Minutes later, I was “riding” his face in several ways and it brought Me to a first orgasm that evening!

After about half an hour of riding his face and several orgasms later, I unlocked him from the heating pipe and urged him to the shower where I made him remove My high boots. Then I cuffed his hands and ordered him to go down on his knees and wait.

I removed My knickers, went standing on the edge of the shower tub, ordered him to look up at Me and started to piss.  I pissed all over him and ordered him to open his mouth so I had a little target for My powerful “jet”. Not that it was that accurate and not even a nice jet. More like a shower….hahahahahhaaaa… So in no time he was completely soaked. I never realized a body could contain that much urine and at that moment everything got out of My bladder.

Hands cuffed at the back he could only accept that I simply pissed on him!

After having My feet and legs cleansed with plenty of water (some drops had unfortunately landed on My feet) I allowed him to jerk off and cum. I think it took him only twenty seconds to unload! Like a good slave he thanked Me thoroughly for it as if I saved his life!

After that, I kept him in the shower on his knees for at least ten minutes before I ordered him to shower with water.

In the mean time I had pulled on My night dress and My thigh highs again and when he came back into the room I started swishing My crop loud in the air.  A sign for him to prostrate himself at My boots and kiss them passionately, promising Me eternal loyalty and submissivity…

And to test that, I ordered him to put his hands in front of him and offer them to My crop. First he did without hesitation, but after My whip had “touched” his fingers  a second time, he was not that eager anymore and begged Me not to beat him like that anymore. The most important thing however was that he did offer his hands again! So I stopped after the third hit. Afterall there was no reason to punish him since he had served and worshipped Me so well.

And before I went to bed, I made him fetch a drink for Me, pull off My boots and leave My room.

Lady Contessa Pat

Riding in the Ardennes

Two days ago I had a trip to the Ardennes to test a new horse that I am planning to buy.

Since I felt that I could use some “service” during that trip,  I had My “external” slave frank ordered to meet Me in a hotel as well. I did not doubt that he’d show up since I had prospected that probably he’d be allowed to fuck Me (but I had not told him in what way….hahahahahahaaaaaaaa….)

After checking in I went to My room and summoned him in for the last orders I had for him.

Then, We immediately left for a meeting with the owneress of the horse and we got to check the horse and brought it to the central square of the club where I introduced My servant as a specialist. Of course since he is not at all a specialist I had taught him some things about horses so he could at least pretend to be for a short time and I invited the woman immediately for a drink in the pub to discuss the further details.

In the mean time frank had to prepare the horse while I had a chat and drink. About half an hour later, I went back to the stables. Like a good servant frank had done exactly as I had ordered, folded his hands and invited Me to put My boot in it to mount the horse. When I sat comfortably on the saddle and frank had tied all the straps and adjusted the stirrups to My liking, I went off for a very nice ride. The horse indeed was fast and fierce, but yet very docile and obedient. The way I like them!

After the ride, I had another drink in the pub while frank took care of the horse.

When he came back, I finished My drink and we left, back to the hotel.

As soon as the door of My room was shut I took two pairs of handcuffs and a short metal chain out of My suitcase, cuffed frank’s feet and attached him to one of the heating pipes. After teasing him a bit like that with My crop, I ordered him to lick some dirt off My riding boots.

While I was laying relaxed on the bed reading a little book about the region, My boots over the edge of the bed, his tongue glided over the dusty leather.

After about ten minutes, I told him to take of My riding boots and I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Before I actually shut the door, I told him to make My riding boots shine again for the next ride while I was going to have a shower and I told him explicitly “shine”!

After I had showered, I dressed up for the evening and went checking My riding boots that indeed had been turned from dusty and soiled into a pair of new shiny black leather ones. One could hardly believe it was done without cloth and shoeshine!

Before we left for diner I kicked My servant a few times. “To check whether My thigh highs fit well” I had explained. Then I uncuffed him and allowed him to tidy up himself a bit in the bathroom and gave him exactly 3 minutes for that.

To be continued…. (when I have more time)

Lady Contessa Pat