Kissing boots in public

Last weekend My German friend Petra had come over to the Ardennes for a ride. Together with Her I had ordered the sub I mainly use to accompany when I go riding to join us as well.

After “domming” around a bit with him in the stables, I told him he’d have to kiss Petra’s boots in front of other riders and bystanders.

So when a few tens of people (mostly riders) had gathered around, I signed frank, who had been ordered to be standing amongst them, to go towards My friend Petra and wait her orders.

When he stood just a meter away from her, Petra started her show. “Kiss My boots!” She shouted ordering, dragging all the attention to her. Immediately, up till twenty pair of eyes looked at her, with frank submissively putting his lips on her leather boot. To make it even better She shouted a few times to do it better and louder, threatening to whip him and finally she ordered him to lick the soles of her riding boots! You can imagine the effect on the bystanders? But I was a bit surprised. I had expected them to start laughing and mocking at frank, but instead most of them looked very serious as if waiting to see what she’d do with him next.

I would have loved to have him kiss and lick My boots in public, but I did not dare to have him do that over there, since it was not that far away from where I live and I did not want to get exposed as “Domme”.

For Petra it was totally different since she lives nearly 200 km away in another country and although She was a bit reluctant when I suggested it, She finally agreed. She admitted that it excited her very much.

At the moment he kissed the leather while maybe twenty people were watching I envied her a bit, but the excitement of seeing someone kissing My friend’s boots was a far stronger feeling! I was too excited that I forgot, but Myriam managed to take a picture of it!

Lady Contessa Pat

New ride in the UK

Last week I had a short visit to the UK.

Since the weather was fine, We skipped Our traditional visit to the London club where I met Sue, to go straight to her cottage not that far from the riding club and have a night over there. As usual, Sue was very enthousiastic about My visit and had two slaves foreseen to serve Us during My stay. I had met them before so I knew that they were decent loyal and very obedient slaves. I remembered that john had been bringing Me to orgasm by licking My little asshole and that I had pissed straight into his face and mouth. Having that in mind, I took him upstairs right after arrival arrival at the cottage later on.  

“to fresh Myself up a bit after the trip” I had said, but as a matter of fact, since the previous “meeting” with him was so “revealing” and memorable, I took him straight to the bedroom and had him lick My asshole again!

Half an hour and two orgasms later, We came back downstairs where aydan, Sue’s slave had been serving tea under the guarding eye of his Mistress. We chatted for more than two hours with our slaves at our feet and had several drinks and so much sweets and delicious snacks that I was hardly hungry when we went for a late diner in a cosy pub-restaurant.

Sue let it over to Me to use slave john or not during the night, but I did not hesitate and told her I’d make good use of him….hahahahahahaaaaa…

Of course She took her slave with her.

After a few hours of intense “service”, I kicked him out of the bed and had a very relaxing night.

In the morning, minutes after I woke up, Sue came knocking at My door and came sitting on My bed. Less than a minute later the two slaves also arrived carrying two plates with a very rich breakfast! “That’s what I call service!” I told My friend (good things are always at the account of the Lady, bad things due to the slaves!).

About an hour later, We came at the riding club where Sue had arranged a more secluded part of it to have some privacy with our slaves. No need to tell that Our crops got rather well used in order to speed up john and aydan to prepare Our horses.

A useful slave

And fifteen minutes later, We finally stepped their back that was offered as a footstool, to start our ride.

As you know I like the Ardennes very much for riding (and hiking), but the countryside (south of London) is amazing and very horse minded.  We were even able to stop at a restaurant where we could leave our horses in a stable while we had our lunch!

After a good ride in the afternoon with lots of excellent long “lanes” for galloping, We arrived back at the riding club where Our slaves were waiting loyally to take care of our horses so We could have a refreshing drink in a pub that was attached to the riding club.

After changing clothes at Sue’s I gave john a good “goodbye” with a long crop before Sue’s slave aydan rode Me back to London to catch the Eurostar.

Lady Contessa Pat

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