Christmas Whipping

Last Thursday I was with some of My German Friends in a club in Moenchengladbach in Germany. Mistress Carla had invited us to enjoy ourselves in a dungeon her slaves had hired for the occasion. Of course, I could not say no to such an opportunity!

When I arrived, I was welcomed by two slaves who were “working” in the club and showed us around.

Also, Mistress Carla introduced us to six slaves that were on their knees sitting in a row. I was introduced as the “most notorious riding Mistress of Belgium”. Like I already knew we were allowed to do anything we liked with the slaves, but Carla had the intention of giving them harsh physical training. As such we had them jump, do sit-ups, bench-press and do other exercises, all under our strict supervision and under the threat of our whips. We also urged them by kicking them repeatedly. Especially Carla, who was in a military uniform, made her presence felt!

After having another drink, we changed our focus from physical torment to more playish games. For instance, the slaves were ordered to try to catch the tip of our whip when we lashed it out at them. Very funny and it appeared to be nearly impossible for them and when indeed accidentally a slave managed to grab the popper, a good tug from My side pulled it through his hands again, so he did not get that credit!

The result was that after the game (in which none of the slaves managed to grab and hold our whips), their hands were beaten red and at the verge of bleeding!

Another thing I personally did was that I put the sole of My boot on an euro-piece that I had dropped on purposed. Of course slaves are expected to pick up anything that a Lady drops.

Since he dared not pushing My boot or even touch it without permission (I would have kicked him in the face for that for sure!), the only thing he could do was beg Me to move My foot and allow him to take the coin. Of course it was the idea to have him beg at My boots like that and at the same time, Carla was yelling at him threatening him to whip him to shreds.

So, the poor boy had to choose between My boot and Carla’s whip.

He choose poorly… And got whipped!

Not only Carla used her whip very intensely, also Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra whipped the slaves merciless since they played this little game with three slaves: the one that made her slave use a stopword first was the winner. The three of them really whipped the slaves merciless and after only a few minutes, Petra’s slave no longer could stand the ordeal and gave in.  By then, the slaves were covered in red lines, their back slightly bleeding at several spots! Afterall Our meeting was not called Our Christmas Whipping for nothing!

After that, the slaves had to thank the Ladies for…  playing along… hahahahahaaaa…

As a final game, we put a plastic beaker on their head and then teased them and whipped them to make the beaker fall.

For a first round, the beaker was filled with water, but after a few minutes, Carla claimed that she had to go to toilet and took two beakers with her. Of course when she returned, both were filled with her piss. I had already understood what was going to happen as soon as the beaker-game was explained and I went to the toilet right after Carla. I also filled two beakers and even called for a third one that I filled as well for 75%. In the end, all four of us had relieved ourselves and the beakers were pulled on the slaves’ heads. However, we had one beaker too many (the one I had filled for only 3/4^th ) so I ordered a slave at random to empty it and drink My piss. As expected he did without complaining although it could be seen that he did not like it.

As soon as all beakers were on their head, we started to whip the slaves and the first beaker already fell down spilling our piss all over the slave’s head. The others followed soon.

Of course spilled “liquid” had to be removed from the floor by them and a few minutes after the little “game”, the floors were completely clean and dry again!

Of course the slaves themselves and especially their hair still were soaked and thus we did not want to have anything to do with them anymore and I said goodbye to each of them with a good kick from my riding boot. By then we had to leave the club anyway since we had only hired it for the afternoon and time had flewn by.

When My Friends also had “said” goodbye to the slaves in an appropriate way, I took Them to a restaurant where we had a very nice chat during dinner (unfortunately without the usual servants around to serve us). After dinner, I said goodbye to My Friends and drove back to Belgium. Like always with My German Friends, it was a great afternoon and we decided to do this type of short meeting more often.

I already am looking forward to it!

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave (part 2)

After the little dressage of a novice slave for a new Domme Friend, I started to test his skills, ability and strength to be used as a ponyboy. First as a four-legged and afterwards as a two-legged one. All men can be easily trained into good four-legged ponyslaves, but to become a useful two-legged pony, months of heavy training might be needed, so I could only test whether it was feasible to even start trying to use him like that.

First of all I had hans take My “pony-training spurs” and fix them at My boots. Unlike the spurs I wear for riding real horses, these spurs have rather long neck and sharp points at the rowels (as you can see in the picture I will attach). From experience I know that most slaves are scared to death for them since they can damage a slave real bad. Human skin certainly is no match for them when the one wearing them really wants to hurt! Of course the main idea is that they only induce fear and respect for the one wearing them and are not to be used for real, but… as I said before collateral damage can not always be excluded and “accidents” happen, especially when slaves do not obey their Mistress immediately.

slave bjorn under My lovely boots 

Anyway, bjorn was no exception and looked at My spurs like a rabbit looking at a pack of wolves coming near. To increase the impact of them on his mind, I made him touch them with his finger and kiss them. Then, I took place on his back and tapped his legs with the inner sides of My heels. I don’t know whether it was inexperience or fear, but he shot forward like a rocket and I had to pull his hair to slow him down and keep him under control.

As a matter of fact, the four-leg-thing only last a few minutes, since I believe it is too easy for a slave and the real challenge is the two-legged performance.  

So, after the short ride as a four-legged pony, I showed him how to kneel down on one knee to make Me mount easy for a two-legged ride. I swung My leg over the kneeling slave and climbed his shoulders. Then, I grabbed his hair in My gloved hands and tapped his sides as a sign to rise. At first he seemed to have some problems to maintain his balance and provide Me a stable seat, but after a minute or so he seemed to get accustomed to his new position.

A pull at his hair and the kicking his left side steered him in the direction of the bathroom. Of course the house was to small for real riding (even on a human pony), but nevertheless I could make him feel how it would be when ridden like that. The limited space did not prevent Me from using My crop freely on his naked body.

After about five minutes making him twist and turn over and over again, I offered Jeffa to make a ride like that and I ordered her slave to put Me down.

Since she had no spurs at her boots, I encouraged her to use the crop extensively, which she did with great joy!

After the little rides, it was time for a last test. For this, he had to kneel down and ordered him to pleasure servant hans (I did not bring hans for nothing…hahahahahaaa…). At first he refused, but I and My crop convinced him to obey, and after a few minutes of yelling and hitting him, he opened his mouth (with disgust) and took hans’ erect penis in. I told him that his test was only over when he would make hans cum in his mouth and that not meeting that demand would be punished beyond imagination! Sensing the end of his suffering (at least for that day), he seemed to do his best to please My servant and tried to make him cum as soon as possible. However when hans actually ejaculated, bjorn could not bear it, withdrew and vomited. Nevertheless, he had taken My servant’s seemen in his mouth and had fulfilled the (according to Jeffa) most humiliating thing: sucking another male’s dick to ejaculation to please his Mistress while two women looked at him. As such, We declared him to have passed the tests! To celebrate, We opened a good bottle of champagne that hans had brought and toasted on it. Of course hans and bjorn only got the rest of the bottle after we had enough and they got to lick it from our boots and the floor since we had poured it over our boots.

Before I finally left, Jeffa thanked Me extensively and we promised to stay in touch.

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave

Some time ago, I was invited by a relatively unexperienced Domme, I got in contact with via my servant hans, to test and train a new slave of hers. Since I always like a good challenge, I accepted although it was agreed that Mistress Jeffa would decide how far I’d go and guard the eventual damage on her slave.

So, this weekend, I finally met her in her house in Dusseldorf. When I arrived at her place, her candidate-slave bjorn opened the door and without a word went down on his knees for Me. I pushed him aside with the tip of My boot and stepped further, ignoring him. I greeted Mistress Jeffa passionately while servant hans, who accompanied Me, introduced us to each other. As a greeting, he went down on his knees and kissed the tips of Jeffa’s boots. “you see slaveboy!” I spoke strictly towards her candidate-slave “there’s a lot you will have to learn…” and I told him that I just had stepped into a puddle of mud…

I had previously agreed with Jeffa to step into some disgusting things and check how far he would go licking Our boots clean. As a matter of fact, mud did not seem to be a problem for slave bjorn since he licked and sucked away all the dirt, even from between the tiny grooves of My soles. I told him that next time, I would have him tongue-clean My boots after I had walked the stables, but unfortunately I could not test that at that moment.

With the next test, I ordered him to hold his hands in front of him and have Me hit them with My crop (without withdrawing!). he also passed this test, but I must admit that I did not whipped full force since I was not going to destroy his hands. I only wanted to test whether he would stand a moderate level of pain just to please Me and his new Owner.

Another test was to drink My and Jeffa’s piss and lick My pussy dry. So We both filled up a glass with Our warm urine and had him drink it without hesitation. Being a little bit shy, Jeffa did not want him to see her actually pissing, but Me, Myself, I took him to the bathroom, filled up the glass (that he had to hold himself) and had him lick My pussy dry. Jeffa told Me that in the end she would love to have him lick her pussy and even her ass as well, but that she was not yet ready for this and that she wanted to get accustomed to her new position as Mistress. As a result she filled her glass when alone on the toilet. As a result, slave bjorn had to drink both glasses.

After he had finished our drinks, I signed servant hans to get Me My harness with dildo from the little suitcase I had brought.

First I made him suck the 15 cm long artificial cock. he started with a bit reluctancy at the head, but a few seconds later, I shoved the black rubber dildo that was attached to Me as far as I could in his mouth. he seemed to retch a few times, but I did not remove it completely and kept it in him yelling at the slave to suck it like a slut.

After a while, We had him bend over the bed and spread his legs. No need to explain what the idea was when a slave was made to bend forward spreading his legs in front of a dominant woman wearing a big strapon. Indeed, I pushed his ass cheeks apart and rammed the rubber weapon into his tiny asshole without mercy! It was one of the things Jeffa had explicitly asked Me to do with him and I could see that it excited her. he cried and howled like an animal but I continued pumping and thrusting My hip merciless. 

Since I saw that Jeffa really got hot like hell, I ordered My servant hans to get down in front of her and offer to lick her to orgasm. I don’t know whether it was the lust or that she just had thrown her initial prudishness overboard, but she accepted the offer greedily and removed her skirt and knickers with the speed of light. I wonder if it was hans’s tongue or My punching into bjorn’s ass, but to My satisfaction, after a few minutes Jeffa orgasmed! I told hans it saved him a good lashing and withdrew from bjorn’s ass.

Then, We had a kind of break and had refreshments that hans had brought. In the mean time bjorn was taught some positions he’d have to assume whenever his Mistress desired a specific one. Like that, he was used as footstool for our boots, had to present his cock and balls for inspection and get kicked if the Mistress seems fit, had to assume the waiting position, had to present his hands for our whip,…

Although he seemed to be a quick learner, this yielded him several good blows with one of My singletails.

To be continued (when I have more time)

Lady Contessa Pat

A ride in the Ardennes

Because of the excellent weather to ride, last Sunday, I went horseback riding in the Ardennes with Myriam, My HR-manager who also is My Domme friend. Therefore, I had ordered My servant frank who lives in Belgium to meet Us at the meeting point near the town of Dinant and also Myriam had done the same with her slave dave.

To My delight, there was nobody at the meeting point, except slave Michael and dave, when we arrived.  I had hoped for this so both my new slave michael and Myriam’s slave dave could show their submissivity at once and greet us in an appropriate way. That is kissing the tip of our boots and thank us to have invited them. However, michael immediately got my boot in his face “for kissing without passion” as I had called it. His noose immediately started bleeding since it was no match for my heavy riding boots. Like that he’d no more forget that my slaves always kiss My boots with passion! He excused himself extensively and kissed them as if his life depended on it while pleading that he still is a novice slave.

But also Myriam showed that she is no person to mess around with as she hit her slave in the face with her crop for looking up at her without approval.

Anyway, about fifteen minutes later our horses were ready and we both mounted them using our slaves as a footstool.

I wanted to have him tongue-clean my boots as well, but at that moment we heard a car came riding towards the parking place, so we stopped our “activities”. After making a few small turns on the parking we decided to leave since it looked that the people in the car had no intention to leave. So, we rode away while both dave and michael stayed with the van.

The ride was nice and although the weather was fine, we only met a little group of hikers and two mountainbikers.

Luckily the car had disappeared when we came back, since our boots needed some cleaning after we had dismounted in the middle of the wood to pee (and maybe some of it had splashed on my boots).

Since there were no more peaking eyes around on the small parking place, I had michael remove the mud with his shirt and give the leather of my boot a finishing touch with his tongue.

After having put the horses back in the van, we drove off towards a nice pub in the neighbourhood to eat something while dave and michael were left outside to stay with the horses in the van.

It was a cosy but old fashioned pub, but from a previous ride, we knew that the food was fresh and good. Apart from us, there were about ten men, talking and drinking beers at the bar. I was not surprised when all of them looked our way when we entered. Afterall I don’t think many “strangers” visited it, but even before we took place at a table I heard them making remarks on our outfit. They had heard that we spoke Dutch, but did not realize that I speak French as well. So I heard one of them say that he’d love to be ridden by one of us. Another one said that he’d better look out for our whips and all started to laugh. Then he asked if one of them had already felt the whip. None of them had.

I translated more or less to Myriam what was said since she does not speak French. Then, already after we had finished the main course of our diner, I heard one saying “they are way out of you league…” and the one who had said to look out for our whips came to our table, excused himself for interrupting and offered us a drink. Then he started flattering us, amongst others telling us that they did’t see much pretty women like us around there and that was why they were constantly looking at us. He said that he found female riders always sexy and that he would do anything to please one. We smiled and looked at each other but realized that we could not have any guy who shows his interest. However, since I am always interested in any sub that genuinely wants to live the rest of his life serving me like a real slave, I frankly told him to kiss Myriams riding boots. As I had expected, he was confused and told me that he’d do that but not in front of his friends. I told him to kiss our boots now and here or leave us alone. After some hesitation he left us mumbled that we were a couple of dykes. Case closed  and we left the pub about ten minutes later.

Lady Contessa Pat

French Weekend (part 2)

After the cleaning of our boots, the slaves Jeanine had gathered, left to the kitchen to prepare tasty snacks they brought us every five minutes or so. Our personal slaves however were told to prove their loyalty and devotion to their mistress. As such, they had to pull off our boots and shoes before they got blindfolded. The test was that they had to recognize their owner’s feet. First without touching, that means only by smelling (they were warned that touching one of us would mean a hundred lashes). In a second round they had to recognize our feet with their tongue and each of them had to lick each foot for two minutes. After each foot, every slave had to move clockwise for the next foot. After a little less than an hour, they were back where they started and they had to say which number their Mistress was. To my surprise, none of them succeeded in finding their own Mistress, which was reason for us to give them a taste of our whips.

Of course, we, the ladies also evaluated the slaves and all of us agreed that Brigitte’s slave nick was the best “licker” and that Laurence’s slave philippe was the lousiest. It yielded him another good lashing by his Mistress.

While Laurence punished her slave, I (like Madame Brigitte and Madame Justine) had my slave frank massaging and washing my feet, while I used marcel as a footstool. 

Around 18 PM, an exquisite dinner, prepared by one of the slaves who happened to be a professional cook, was served. With the aid of some of the other slaves, he had done his best and indeed the dinner was abundant and luxuous. 

Three or four slaves were appointed to keep the floor clean and remove everything that might “accidentally” fall on the floor.

Of course, now and then we stepped on something that had fallen before they could eat it away. As a result, they had to tongue-clean the soles of our boots or shoes.

At a certain moment, I put my boot on some fish that had fallen and I ordered marcel to clean it up. But, just before he wanted to eat it away, I put My foot on it. As a result he had to beg me to lift my boot to be able to do as ordered.

I made him beg not to me, but to my boot.

“Please divine boots of Mistress Pat, may you please lift a bit…” he spoke towards my boots, humiliating himself.

Pleased about this begging, I lifted My foot and allowed him to eat the squashed fish away and subsequently tongue-clean the sole of my right boot.

But that was nothing compared to what we did after we had finished, when we simply threw the rests on the floor. Together with this, we started whipping the slaves that crawled on all fours between us to urge them. It was so hilarious and some of us really whipped the shit out of the slaves. Also frank got his part of the whip when he happened to get in front of Madame Brigitte who clearly had too much wine and whipped him fanatically. Me, myself, I had mainly fun kicking the slaves around.

After a while we left the slaves cleaning everything and went sitting in the salon while two of Jeanine’s slaves had to make sure that we had everything we desired. Like that, we chatted and had fun (sometimes at the expense of our slaves)  for the rest of the evening. Around eleven, I left Jeanine’s for a nearby hotel and while most of the slaves were to sleep in a little barn in Jeanine’s garden, I took my slave frank with me to the hotel.

Originally I had planned to have him serve me before I went to sleep, but I was too tired and had him sleep on the floor from the beginning. However, in the morning he gave me a nice massage. 

When we arrived back at Jeanine’s, five of the temporary slaves were standing face to the wall at the verge of being whipped. Apparently, they were to be punished because Madame Jeanine had judged that they did not clean up the place to her liking. She also pointed out that also my slave marcel was amongst them and that as such it was my prerogative to join the punishment and she offered me a good singletail…

Five minutes later, most of the slaves were crying and begging to stop and Jeanine spoke to them in a very strict and menacing voice, saying that this whipping was just a warning and that they’d be whipped beyond imagination in case they’d disappoint her again! Then it was time again for drinks and making plans and since it had stopped raining, we decided to have a walk in a nearby forest.

Most slaves had to carry a rucksack, most filled with drinks, but two of them contained the whips that we for sure would need during the walk. As soon as we were out of sight of houses, the rucksacks with whips were opened and we could choose one to our liking. Also, it did not took much time before Laurence decided to use her slave as her ponyboy. Me myself, I knew that frank would never be able to carry me for the whole trip so I ordered slave marcel, who was significantly heavier than frank, to go down on his knees to make me mount easily on his shoulders. Laurence joked that we did not want to get our precious riding boots soiled but Brigitte said that it did not matter if her (thigh high) boots got dirty since her slaves would clean them into new ones anyway. After ten minutes or so, Laurence challenged me to have a race. I told her that without spurs I was not fully geared up to have a race, but of course I accepted and less than a minute later, Madame Jeanine gave the start signal by snapping her whip in the air making it crack like a rifleshot. I kicked marcel as hard as I could and dug My heels firmly in his sides to keep my balance. Of course also Laurence is an experienced rider and she knew as well knew how to maintain balance and speed, but when we arrived at the tree we had appointed about fifty meters further away, it was me who triumphantically passed it at least five meters before Laurence. As a result, she whipped her horseslave violently with her crop and when she dismounted him, she ordered two other slaves to hold him. She had his shirt removed and whipped him very hard with a small bullwhip from the rucksack. After that, she appointed another slave to be her new ponyboy, but her anger had not fully cooled down and her previous “horse” got know and then further whipped while walking in front of her (as ordered).

When we came back at the edge of the forest, we dismounted our “steeds” and walked further out of the forest. I noticed with joy that afterall now our boots were soiled as well and would need thorough tongue-cleaning. General laughter…

When we arrived at Jeanine’s, the slaves that provided the “catering” where dismissed to go to the kitchen while our personal slaves like frank had to take care of our footwear. When this was finally finished, we were offered a late lunch. When we had finished it, it was already later than expected and we had to go back home since we still had a few hours drive in front. We hugged and said goodbye and drove back to Belgium after another lovely and exciting weekend with my French Friends.

Lady Contessa Pat

My weekend in France

Last weekend I was in France for my annual meeting with my French Friends.

Unlike previous meetings, we had decided to bring our own slaves to serve us, while our host, Madame Jeanine, had foreseen four or five extra slaves with fixed tasks.

Me myself, I had brought slave frank instead of one of My 24/7-slaves. Although he had already met my French Friends and their whips, I presented him as my new slave. Originally I saw him as a servant, that means someone who accompanies me know and then to serve me in any way I wish, without risking severe punishment. However, frank soon evolved into a real slave to me and I thought it was time to give him a taste of being a real slave.

When arriving, he immediately experienced the difference between a servant and a slave when he got Madame Brigitte’s whip in his face for slacking when kissing her boots.

Anyway, as usual, we received a very warm welcome and a second slave was attributed to us. I immediately appointed slave frank as my right bootslave and new slave marcel as my left bootslave. Of course both were experienced enough to know that in their position they were responsible to keep My boots clean and shiny and would be punished for any

Madame Justine showed a new electrical device she used to send electricity through her slave’s balls. Of course we all got plenty of time to use it as she offered very generously to try it out. The remote control had several levels but of course we were very interested in the effects of the max level!

It made her slave cry and jump like a madman and we had to cuff and chain him to prevent him from removing the device and even attack us in order to stop us.

Later on, she showed very well how it could control her slave just by threatening to push the button. An interesting device, but I prefer the old fashioned way in which my slaves are scared to death to get punished by me with with one of my whips. Guess I am an old school Mistress… hahahahahaaaa…

Also, Madame Jeanine showed us her newest arrival: a special seat with a special notch to have a slave lick her pussy in the most relaxing way, very similar to the one I have. And although all of us seem to have such a chair, it was very popular during the weekend. It was placed in a little room so we could use it with full privacy and it was said that we could have any slave around for it. Since I have such a chair myself, I only used it with my assigned slave marcel and Laurence’s slave philippe. Afterwards Laurence asked me how he had “performed” and when I told her he was just average, she slid her crop out of her riding boot and started punishing him. To My delight, Madame Justine was very pleased with frank’s performance in the chair. It surprised me a bit since me myself I don’t think frank is an extraordinary pussylicker.

Also, Jeanine had foreseen a slave who stayed all the time in the bathroom. His sole task was to offer himself to tongue-clean our pussy or asshole after a visit to the toilet. Of course, not all of us made use of his services, others, like myself, sent him out and ordered him in again after having finished to tongue-dry and clean my pussy and ass. Jeanine herself however seemed to made full use of him.

At a certain moment Madame Jeanine ordered all slaves to seek their place to sleep (on the floor).  As soon as all the slaves lay down, she invited us to have a walk between and ON the bodies on the floor. At that moment, I realized why Jeanine was wearing these thigh high boots with stiletto heels. Being a fanatic horsewoman, like myself, she nearly always wore riding boots and I had seen her seldom in high heels. No need to tell you how hilarious that was walking between and on naked bodies on the ground. Now and then a scream was heard when one of us stepped on a slave or kicked one. As a result Jeanine ordered that no one was allowed to make a noise. The first one that could not avoid to scream was My slave frank when Madam Brigitte stepped on his hand. The stupid had his left hand on the floor while laying! Such a thing of course is a inresistable target and opportunity for a Lady sadistic like Madame Brigitte. But, the screaming not only made Brigitte kick him in the face, but also attracted the attention of Laurence and Jeanine who immediately supported their friend and started kicking poor frank until he cried like a baby and begged them extensively to stop. Three pairs of boots had done quite some damage to him since his lips were bleeding and his right cheek was swollen. Also, the day after, I could see that his body was covered in contusions.

Anyway, after our little indoor “walk”, we went outside for a real walk. Not too long, just to get our boots dirt and muddy (it had been raining a lot during the weekend). You can imagine what happened when we came back after five or ten minutes. Right, bootcleaning time! And all of us had two slaves available, one for each boot. The way I like it! frank and my temporary slave marcel had quite a job since I had deliberately stepped in mud since I new what was going to happen when returning at Jeanine’s. Afterall my riding boots can take some mud and at least slave frank had been trained to thorough tongue-clean my riding boots. marcel however clearly had more problems in swallowing the mud from My boots and I had to use My whip full force several times!

When our boots were spic-and-span, the “houseslaves” went to the kitchen to prepare first  exquisite snacks and later on an extensive diner. For our slaves, Jeanine had a kind of game in mind…

I will write further about when I have some more time.

Lady Contessa Pat

Quick visit to Maitresse Laurence

Laurence in front of her renewed "pit-cage" 

Yesterday I had a short visit to My French Friend “Maitresse Laurence”. I was near Cambrai where she lives for a business meeting and called her. She invited me enthousiastically to pay her a visit and since I knew a meeting with her is never dull, I accepted gladly.

When I arrived, one of her slaves opened the door and greeted me by kissing my boots and offering me a crop. I did not hesitate to use it immediately on him and kick him out of the way so I could greet my Friend, who came into the hall to welcome me. After our genuine hugs and kisses, Laurence invited me further into her house and ordered her slave to fetch me my preferred drink. When I sat in a comfortable couch, I informed her about her old slave xavier who I had met (and whipped) before. With enthousiasm, she told me that he was in the special pit she had in her garden. I remember that she had a kind of pit covered with burglar bars in which she kept her slave, but now she had extended the pit with a second one so she could “house” two or even four slaves!

It was in this pit, that made me think of the kind of oubliettes that were used in the Middle Ages, that I found her slave xavier. When we arrived, Laurence ordered him to open his mouth and she spit in it saying that this was going to be the only drink he’d get that day and she invited me to do the same. When he missed the first drop, Laurence stamped hard on the grit to frighten the slave under our boots so he did his utmost best and caught the second one right in the middle of his mouth. After that, she put her boot right on the grit over his face and ordered him to lick away some dirt from the sole of her boot. he had to push his face nearly into the grit and maneuver his tongue in a very uncomfortable position through the holes in order to reach the sole, but he did and probably managed to lick away the dirt that might not even been there. We did not look nor bother. Whether there was dirt or not was of no importance. The thing was that a slave always obeys the order, whether it is meaningful or not, whether it is feasible or not. he obeys!

Being such a well trained and experienced slave, he did not lost his spirit. He’d been humiliated far worse and had had tougher tasks…

Unfortunately, I could not stay long with Laurence since I had another meeting later in the evening in Belgium and I left after another drink and having my boots cleaned by her younger slave.

It was good to see one of my French friends again and she reminded me on the meeting we had planned in November in Paris.

Lady Contessa Pat