Christmas Celebrations

I had My slaves locked up in their cages with sufficient food and water For Christmas Evening and Day, since I celebrated it with My family and I stayed with them overnight. However, the day after, I had invited My Friend Myriam to celebrate with Her and Our slaves.

After being released from their cages and thanked Me, slave jan started preparing dinner for while I had slave marc serve Me in a more intimate way. After about two hours, he was ordered to go to the kitchen and help jan. Me Myself, I changed into a more appropriate outfit for the evening that was going to come.When My Friend arrived My slaves were on their knees in the corridor to welcome Her and kiss Her boots. Her slave dirk (who happened to be My slave years ago) also went on his knees and respectful kissed My boots and thanked Me for the invitation. Due to covid-19 I did not kiss Myriam, but hugged Her. Then, slaves marc and jan ran to fetch the welcome drinks: Two glasses of a good champaign and three that I had filled a bit earlier filled with My warm champaign. After the toast I invited Myriam to the table but before that, My slaves offered Us a good crop each. We both slid them in Our boot for easy access, but first We tried them out. They whistled a few times in the air and finally landed on My slaves’ hands since they offered them for Us. 

We enjoyed the food and drinks very much, but because of the good wine, We got drunk after a while and started teasing Our slaves, making them do all kinds of humiliating things. Like that food that “accidentally” fell off the table was stepped on and as a result, the soles had to be tongue cleaned, food We did not like too much was spit out into a slavemouth, some wine was poured over marc’s head,... And after Our diner, We through some leftovers on the floor for them. While they “ate” and cleaned up, We watched over them speeding them up with Our whip. After a while, I even felt the urge to piss, opened the large zipper, squatted, pushed away My underwear and started pissing on the floor. Of course the slaves immediately knew what to do and like a well-trained slave, jan told Me that he had noticed a few drops on the precious leather of My boots and begged Me to be allowed to lick them away! I allowed him to and the two other where extra whipped for not offering themselves to tongue-clean My boots!

When the floor was cleaned, Myriam ordered slave dirk to be cuffed to the radiator. As My former slave, he knew what that meant and in sheer panic, he begged Us and cried like a baby not to whip him to bleeding. His beautiful owner explained and told him that he had embarrassed Her by not noticing as the first the drops of urine on My boots. Honestly I think it was mainly the alcohol that lead to that decision, but that was of no importance. My Friend wanted to show Me that She is a good Mistress and does not allow sloppy work. So a minute later, both Me and Myriam choose and took a whip and I must admit that the one Myriam chose was very nasty one! That could be seen already after about five minutes, when the first drops of blood started running down his back. Luckily for him I warned Myriam for the devastating effect of that whip in case She’d go further and I invited Her to go upstairs and make good use of jan’s special services with his tongue to get relaxed. She took My offer and snapped Her fingers at jan. But before She stopped punishing Her property, She added a few hard blows! About an hour later, dirk was released and thanked both Me and Myriam for the lesson! In the meantime also marc had brought Me to orgasm with his facial dildo…

Both satisfied, We watched some TV(using dirk and marc as our footrest, while jan served Us all kinds of snacks and drinks) and around eleven, Myriam and dirk left.

Anyway it was a far more thrilling and exciting Christmas celebration that at My parents’.

Lady Contessa Pat

 

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