Sue in Belgium

Since I will probably not go that often to the UK anymore, I had invited Sue to My place.

Out of courtesy, I offered her My slaves jan and marc at arrival for anything she might wish. I wanted to give her the warm welcome I always receive from her in the UK and offered her the comfort and unlimited use of My slaves. Of course first of all I showed her around the house and the rest of the estate which she liked and admired very much. She told me that she had no idea that I was that rich.

Me and Sue on one of the most beautiful squares in Brugge

I showed her My precious collection of whips and offered to try them on My slaves. At first she was a bit impressed and shy, but when I showed her that I have no mercy and hit jan (or marc) a few times full force with a rather hard singletail, and created a few distinct crimson stripes on him, she dropped her shyness and made good use of My leather beauties (or shall I say “beaties”…hahahahaaaaa….).

On Saturday, We went to visit Brugge (Bruges) and I offered her a night in one of the finest hotels in the city.

I also had ordered  two “servants” of Me (hans and frank) to accompany and serve Us in case We needed something. Of course Sue could have one of them for the night as well and she choose to have My personal servant hans. I was a bit disappointed since I wanted to have him for Myself, but I was the host and frank did utmost his best to be a worthy substitute.

Anyway, when We arrived in Brugge, We had a nice walk in the city and got lots of information on the history of the city, its buildings and its inhabitants since I had hired a very good private guide. Me and Sue, the two of Us, had a nice carriage ride through the city and a disappointing boattrip since the boat was overcrowded. It was a fine but busy day and I was glad to be in the hotel where our servants could massage our feet extensively while we had a few drinks before We took a shower. In the mean time frank had time to clean My boots since they had gotten a bit dusty due to the walking.

In the evening, We had diner in one of the best restaurants in the city and had a final drink in the bar of the hotel.

A few very useful items from the museum. 

The “lash” shown here looks very similar to a few 

singletails I have at home and like to use very much.

I have never used the kind of metal whips

 but I’d love to use them and wonder what the effect 

on human skin will be. I think these whips are 

devastating for a slave’s skin.

In the morning We visited a chocolat-museum and a torture museum in the center of Brugge. Of course We commented extensively and detailed on how We would make good use of the “instruments”. It was fun expecially since our two “servants” were with us and had to hear all of it. I told them how it would have been if We’d live in another era and if We’d have them as Our prisoners… It was obvious that nobody would have wanted to fall in Our hands in that time!

After a lunch on a cozy terrace with view on the “reien” (canals) We drove back home.

There, We had a little “ponyride” (something We had discussed during the ride home) on both My slaves and servants. Since Sue regularly rides a ponyslave at home I offered her to try My slaves (slightly trained ponyboys) and My servants frank and hans and evaluate the difference.

Of course before We started, We added a few appropriate aids to our outfits. More specific, We had our boots equipped with good spurs and choose a good whip from My collection. And indeed frank and hans were no match for My trained slaves jan and marc. Maybe that was because of the harsher use of Our spurs on My slaves or maybe just their physical condition or training. Anyway, We had about an hour of fun especially when frank collapsed under Sue’s “encouragements” and We kicked him to his senses again to excuse him properly to her and Me (for embarrassing Me!). I think it was the first time he got a thrashing like that with a crop and I think that he will not let Me down again! During the whipping, he wanted to leave, but when I told him that would be forever then, he reconsidered that and decided to stay, begging us to stop whipping him.

After the “rides” We sent frank and hans home, took a shower and went for diner.

During diner Sue had too much wine ( I did not drink because I was driving) and that reflected on the whipping she gave jan when We got back from the restaurant! I have been giving him even harsher whippings, but this one was hard to take, expecially since it was more or less uncontrolled and she did not stop until I asked her to stop. I did not like to do so, but I thought it was getting dangerous after a while. Besides, by then blood was already running down his back.

The next morning Sue left after an extensive English breakfast, specially prepared by My slaves for My guest and We promised to meet again and have the same wonderful weekend within a few months.

She was also very pleased to find her car spic and span since I had ordered My slaves to make her car shine as it was new (including the tyres) during Our trip to Brugge.

I was delighted that Sue liked the trip to Belgium and that I could thank her in this way for the nice moments she offered Me in the UK.

Lady Contessa Pat

French nipples

Last week I have been two days in France to meet My French Friends Madame Jeanine and Madame Brigitte. Besides the normal testing and punishing of each other’s slaves, I had a thrilling meeting and experience.

We were introduced to a Friend of Jeanine, Madame Angelique, a 66-year old Lady with tons of experience since she had been a professional Domme for nearly 40 years. Apparently, she had dominated men in every possible way, but now she had retired and lived like a lifestyle Mistress together with two younger slaves of whom she had brought one. he called her “Deesse” (= Goddess) and he clearly wore the marks of her whip and other items in his face. he was completely enslaved and submitted to her. I think she really could make him do anything. I think that he’d commit suicide if only she’d order for her amusement.

Her stories where absolutely breathtaking and maybe sometimes a little bit exaggerated, but nevertheless she had an exciting and fruitful life.

It was with her slave that I had this new and thrilling experience I mentioned at the beginning. The first thing I noticed on him were the two ring piercings through his nipples and the light metal chain between them. When we took seats, his Mistress showed an unexpected use of it. Instead of resting her boots on his shoulder (like most Dommes do when relaxing), She placed her heels on the chain.

She hooked the little spurs at her boots behind the little chain and relaxed. First only her left foot but immediately after she also “hooked” her right boot. Like that his nipples were stretched to the max. The grimace on his face showed that it hurt a lot, but they did not tear (I had expected) and Madame continued her conversation as if nothing happened. She told Me about the men She had at her feet: bankers, millionaires, politicians,… Of course, she was smart enough not to tell names, but told Me that at certain moments she had been capable of influencing France’s policy. Anyway, when I referred to her special way of resting her feet, She offered to try it out as well. Delighted, I put My heels on the chain, but when I experienced that it was not that stable since they seemed to glide a bit, Madame Angelique offered Me to use it with her little spurs. A minute later, I hooked the spurs and relaxed. When I saw the slave’s face contorting from the extreme pain he must have felt, I got hot like hell and tried to push down a bit and watched his reaction. The only thing I could see that it created more pain, but he did not say a thing and his nipples held and did not tear! I told her that indeed it was a handy way of resting One’s boots and that I would try this out at home as well.

Back home, I told My slaves about it and I will have one of them have nipple piercings. The only thing I need now is an address where they can discretely put these rings through his nipples (no questions about the scars and whip marks all over his body). Anyone knows a place in Belgium where this can be done in a discrete and safe way (no inflammations!)?

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. Madame Angelique is not her real name, but when I told her I was going to write about her, she asked Me to use a nickname.