Why it is called black and blue

Just a short message (since I have little time) about an experience I had with a slave that is already a few years with Me and I thought should have know better.

My boots after a "muddy ride" yesterday. 

You can see how well slave marc did his job, but…

 

Indeed, a few days ago, I had to punish My slave marc seriously and only now I see what My boots had done to his body. Since his body shows the results clearly after a few days. 

It all began when I came home after a good ride. Due to the bad weather, My riding boots had gotten real dirty and needed thorough cleaning. I had taken place in a comfortable chair and took My laptop, snapped My fingers and pointed down to My boots as a sign to My slaves to start the cleaning: jan on the left and marc My right one. So far so good, but then, after they had cleaned My riding boots, I checked their work and saw a big scratch near My ankle on My right boot (see red marking lines on the picture above). On top of that, marc, who was responsible for My right boot, dared to claim that he had not caused it and that it already was there before he started but that it was covered by some mud. he did not realize that by saying this he implicitly suggested that it was Me Myself who had made the scratch. So, he accusing Me, his Mistress!

slave marc after his punishment.

The whip scars are more recent

and have nothing to do with the

scatch on My boot!

 

Of course I could not leave such a thing unpunished and as a result, I started whipping him with My crop and ordered him on the floor.

I wanted to punish him in an appropriate way: make him suffer by the boots that he had done  injustice to. So, when he was on the floor, I cuffed and chained him to a radiator pipe. By then he already knew that he was going to face a rough time and that he was going to be kicked with the boots he and his fellow slave just had tongue-cleaned, and he started begging as if his life depended on it!

Already with he first kick, he screamed and cried like a baby begging Me to stop.  However, I continued and continued kicking him all over his body.  Afterall, I had reason to be outraged! he had accused Me, his Mistress-Owner! The results can be seen in the picture, although it got the nice colors only after a few days… hahahahahaaaaaa….  

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

Lady Jeffa's visit

Last weekend My German Friend, Frau Herrin Jeffa (Madam Mistress Jeffa), was with Me at My place. I had invited Her to come over to Me for the first time after more than a year (covid!). Maybe you know that My former servant-slave hans had introduced Us and I showed Her the pleasures and comforts of being and living like a Mistress. She is a natural Domme, but when We met the first time, She was very unsure about her feelings. She had no experience at all in how to live a life as a Mistress and She had a lot of doubts. However, I immediately saw Her potential, and indeed, today, She has grown into a very strict Lady that knows how to make a man jump at Her wishes and serve Her like a Goddess. I felt a bit proud when hearing this since I kind of consider Her as My pupil.

She also had a new slave, "sklave Stephan", a slave of Her age that seemed to be well trained already. he was only a few weeks with her but he was already nicely striped! She told Me that She had dumped her former slave because he did not serve Her to Her demands anymore and could not cope with the punishments She always liked to administer for that.

It was clear that She had evolved into the Mistress every slave craved for but feared at the same time. A Woman to My liking! She realizes very well Her position over slaves and does not hesitate to whip Her new property. Of course there were still things She could still learn from Me. For instance She had not much experience riding humans as 2-legged ponyslaves and I have the perfect facilities and personal "utilities" to improve that skill. With regard to the latter, I showed Her My fine collection of spurs and I had Her choose some to wear for the upcoming ride. I know that novice riders never wear spurs since spurs must be earned before getting them, but that goes for real horses, not for lower animals like male slaves! And thus, Jeffa had a nice pair of Mexican-type spurs at Her heels when She mounted My slave jan. I did not dare to have Her ride Her unexperienced slave stephan since this might lead to an unseen bloodbath: a novice rider with Mexican spurs on an inexperienced slavehorse…? No! On the other hand, like that, slave jan was seriously abused after the ride and also Her slave stephan experienced something he had never before!

Anyway, apart from the riding We discussed Our experiences and stories over the last one and a half years.  Like that, I learned that She had given her former slave bjorn the boot after she had whipped him to serious bleeding when he had refused to lick Her ass clean after She had gone to the toilet. As I had adviced Her before for a punishment, She had cuffed him to a radiator pipe and had given free reign to Her sadism and had whipped him beyond imagination. 

Also, We showed each other some new tricks to punish slaves. Amongst others, I showed Her how One can make a man suffer with only a short whip like a little quirt by aiming repeatedly at his nipples until they bleed. The advantage is that such a whip can be taken anywhere since it fits in every Woman's purse!

I also showed Her My famous special icecubes that I often do in My slave's drinks. It always adds some flavor to their water. hahahahahaaaa…  

Another nice thing was that Jeffa orders slaves in German (although She speaks English very well). Luckily for slave jan and marc, the German language (Deutsch) is very similar to Dutch and they understood most of the orders immediately. Also, being experienced slaves, they new exactly what was required of them.

For diner on Saturday I had invited Jeffa to one of My favorite restaurants. Unlike My slaves, Jeffa's slave stephan was allowed to come along to the restaurant, and I also had called My servant frank to join Us. Someone had to pay the bill of course… hahahahaa…

Of course, slave jan and marc were not invited, but of course they also had to eat and in My goodness, I gave them some bread. Unfortunately, it appeared that the bread was rather old and had already dried out. As always, there was a solution for this and I made them put the slices in two bowls. Then I unbuckled My belt, lowered My pants and had marc hold his bowl under Me. he had to hold it so I could pee into it and soak his loafs. When I had emptied My bladder, I invited Jeffa to do the same with jan's dinner, but She preferred to take the bowl to the toilet. I was a bit surprised, but in the end, the result was the same: My slaves no longer had dried out bread, but We had provided them a tender and juicy meal… hahahahaaaaa… 

Afterall, well fed slaves can work harder…

So Ladies, never throw away old bread.  You can easily make it tender and juicy again for your slaves. You only need to piss on it…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

Visiting My Dutch Friend Marlon

Last Saturday, I had taken My slavegirl maya to My Dutch Friend Marlon since She likes female slaves very much. Although She does not mind to make a male crawl at Her boots, She clearly prefers slavegirls and actually has two of them.

So, She was delighted to see maya. Marlon normally is very strict with her slavegirls, but She was remarkably nice to My maya and clearly fancied her. She even asked me whether She could use My slavegirl for her sexual appetite during the coming night.

I agreed, but since I would not stay overnight Myself, the only requirement was that She'd bring maya back on Sunday. Of course Marlon agreed eagerly.

 

Since We hadn't seen each other for more than a year, We had a lot to discuss and while chitchatting Marlon's two asian slavegirls made sure that We constantly felt very relaxed. As a matter of fact both had worked in a massage parlor and are great masseuses.

 

Although I only was for a short time with My Dutch Friend, I had a great time pleasing My sadistic nature since Marlon had also "hired" a male slave for My convenience and pleasure. And… I made good use of the opportunity. Afterall, due to covid, I had some time to catch up!

Also, We both had much fun when we had him abused by the three slavegirls that were present. We had them whip the slave while Marlon and I watched and gave instructions. We felt like Goddesses, standing above slavegirls that on their turn dominated a male slave as if he was their property. It was as if an extra layer was added! And I must admit that the line between slavegirl and cruel Mistress is thin because the girls had no problems hitting the poor man with a whip until he screamed it out. It was a nice sight seeing three lovely slavegirls whipping a male simultaneously. 

 

Later on, they served Us lunch and dinner (naked) and maya was ordered to sit under the table between marlon's legs while having lunch. Of course, I asked My Friend a few times whether My slavegirl did well and met Her expectations. When Marlon made a face of doubt, I kicked My slavegirl on the back and kept My heel on her back as a sign not to embarrass Me in front of My Friend!

I had to kick her two more times and scratched her back with My heel a few times, but in general My Dutch Friend was pleased.

After dinner, Marlon invited Me to kick slaveboy piet in the balls since She wanted to prove that men are far easier to break than women and I had just the right boots for that…

And indeed, it took Me only three kicks to make him beg to stop and admit that he was a sissyboy!

"Why is it that males always make such a fuzz about their balls?" Marlon had asked Me, not expecting an answer and She considered this as proof of Her statement that males are the weaker sex. Of course he was punished for giving in so soon and Marlon attached electrodes to his balls and cock. Like that She could and actually gave him electrical shocks each time he made a sound when I whipped him. Indeed, it was a kind of challenge. I whipped him in a way to make him scream, but when he did he got he got an extra electrical shock. After about ten shocks, We turned around and I whipped him each time he made a sound when he was "shocked" first. Fun, fun, fun!

As you can read, it was a busy, but rewarding Saturday!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Weekend in France

Last weekend, I had a great time with French Friends.  I was invited by Madame Jeanine to Her country house in the sunny south of France. Despite I had not seen My French Friend due to covid for a long time and was eager to see Her, I had original decide not to go because of the long drive. However, She had figured out that I could easily take the plane to Toulouse and She'd pick Me up at the airport. I am so glad that it could be arranged like that since it was a fantastic weekend and not alone because of the weather!

 

Jeanine had asked Me whether I'd mind if another Domme would be joining Us as well. Of course, I did not mind and the Maitresse N. appeared to be a very firm friendly and jovial Dame with tons of experiences and stories. On top of that, like Myself, She appeared to be an old-school Mistress and big fan of a good whipping to keep slaves on the right track.

Although She actually is a commercial Domme, She told Me that She did not "advertise" as such and tried to stay as much as possible anonymous.

Nevertheless, She had brought two extra slaves that had paid a serious amount to get beaten up during the weekend. Actually, they were just there to be abused and fulfill Our sadistic desires. And that is what We did during the weekend!

they had contacted Maitresse N. for a serious no limit treatment. Therefore, Maitresse N. had contacted Her Friend Madame Jeanine who on Her turn had asked Me if I was interested. Of course I was delighted, not only for being able to unleash My sadism on these slaves, but also that Jeanine had thought of Me when They were looking for a real hard Domme.

 

Anyway, since We (and they) wanted to go extremely far, We exceptionally accepted a kind of informative stop word. It was agreed that it was only informative and We would not have to stop enjoying Ourselves if one of the slaves used it. Of course We made it a kind of contest to see Who would be able to make the slaves use it in the shortest possible time. Do I need to tell you that it were My boots that won this "competition"? And that was even without the spurs that I most of the times wear!

Like My slaves jan and marc also the French worms (I even forgot their names, if they even had one… hahahahaaaaa…) seemed scared to death to get damaged by kicks with My boots.

 

At first I had them on their knees and kicked them full force all over their body, as if they were just "kickbags". But when I told them I was going to kick them in the face I could see the fear in their eyes and they started begging and pleading not to kick them in the face with My boots. As expected, the first one already used the stopword after two kicks in the face and the other one already begged and used it even before it got My boot in its face! The hits in its stomach and on his arms and legs already broke this slave!

 

Of course this did not mean the slaves were spared afterwards. On the contrary: Mistress N. found the fact that they gave in so soon embarrassing.

Without saying a word, She demonstratively started putting on leather gloves. After She had stretched Her fingers to see if the leather fitted to Her liking, She took brass knuckles out of her purse and slid them over her gloved hand and then,… the friendly, jovial Dame turned instantly into a ruthless fury. In no time the slaves got several full force hits as if they were just punchbags.   

As a matter of fact the slaves were also seriously whipped, "ballbusted", pissed on and pissed in their mouths several times during the weekend, but the way Mistress N. beat up the slaves with her brass knuckles was amongst the hardest punishment I have ever seen!

I know that almost all slaves are scared to death to get seriously kicked, but I still don't understand that these slaves seemed to prefer to be beaten up with an iron fist rather than getting a boot in the face! But indeed, they were real painsluts!

 

Me during a very nice little hiking trip

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

P.S. Don't think that We did nothing else than beating up the slaves. We had a long and relaxing time in the Jacuzzi (while served exquisite drinks and snacks), had fine dinings and lunches, made a very nice hiking (although I had not brought My hiking boots) and even went shopping in a nearby mall.