What happens when inappropriately jerking off

A few days ago, I had caught one of My slaves jerking off in his cell without speaking My name. Of course, that needed appropriate punishment and I had just the right idea for that! So, after initial whipping him for several minutes, I called My servant michael in.

So, I had slave marc on his knees in the middle of the room in anticipation of michael’s arrival. After greeting Me in an appropriate way and kissing extensively My thigh high boots and gloves, that I had put on specially for the occasion, I took My servant to the room where slave marc was waiting. I walked towards him and tapped My high boots with My whip. he bent forward over immediately and kissed the leather toe begging for mercy since he knew that he was going to suffer. Then, I turn around and tap My leather encased ass with the whip and also servant michael knew what to do: get up on his knees and take his “natural position”. That is his face and tongue at My ass…! So, I let him kiss and worship My behind for a few minutes while I whipped slave marc in front of Me. Afterwards michael told Me that he could also feel Me whipping My slave. Each time he felt the tiny movement of the muscles in My thighs, a split second later, he heard the lash whistling through the air followed by a rifleshot-like crack and a loud scream.

Like I had expected, michael (like Myself!) had become extremely aroused. The dimensions in his pants let no doubt about that! So, I turned around, back to him, and order him to open his zipper and get it out! Then, I put My whip under his dick and made it get up further. Pleased with the state of his cock, upright, huge and hard, I smiled wickedly. Then, I shouted one word to the slave: “OPEN!!!!” and I tapped michael’s “weapon”… Of course, both knew what that meant and seconds later My servant pushed his dick into My slave’s mouth… As soon as his cock was in the slave’s mouth, I walked behind the latter and started whipping him again on his back. With each hit, his body moved a bit and some muffled scream was heard. I am sure he would scream it out loud, but michael’s dick filled up his mouth muffling the noise.

After a few lashes, I explained “the game”: I’d whip marc hard until Michael would shoot his load in his mouth, so marc will do his best to make michael cum as soon as possible, while I ordered My servant to hold it as long as possible. My servant told Me afterwards that he never had such difficult task…. Hahahahaaaaaaa… he did not want to displease Me (and probably realised that cumming too soon would yield punishment for him) but he was so excited and horny…  Seeing Me, his Mistress in high leather boots, whipping a slave to bleeding and not being allowed to come was like torture he said. he also said that the vibration and movement of the marc’s mouth and tongue with each hit made it even more difficult. I think he managed to hold for at least three or four minutes, but then he could no longer hold and shot a full load into marc! I smiled and told michael that now it was My turn and ordered slave jan to get My preferred facial dildo and fix it on michael’s face…

Fifteen minutes and three orgasms later, I allowed Michael to remove the dildo and lick My pussy for a fourth one! For that, I needed My whip to make My servant do his utmost best and get Me again into heaven!

As a reward, I finally took him for diner to a restaurant.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

 

Police-day

Last weekend, I was invited by My German Friend Lady Petra for a “Police-day” at her place. Of course, like Our other Friends, I was eager to accept that invitation! Unfortunately, it was only one day and not a full weekend as I had initially thought. Anyway, like always with My Friends, it was big fun!

As requested, all of Us had brought a kind of “police-outfit” for the occasion. For instance, like Lady Charlotte, I had taken an equestrian outfit more or less imitating mounted police. Also, We were asked to bring one slave, but Our host, Lady Petra, had foreseen five extra slaves. The funny thing was that they all wore kind of T-shirts with messages like “Stop Police brutality”, “men also have rights”, “No more whipping)…” Of course, they had been ordered to do so by Our host and the use of these shirts would soon be clear…

After greeting each other and exchanging hugs and kisses, We changed into Our police uniforms and Petra revealed her sadistic plans. A few minutes later We all had gathered in the big room and the “protesters” were called in one by one.  As explained, the slaves were considered as protesters contesting Our positions and power and We, being anti-riot police would make an end to that! Instead of holding nightsticks or other batons, We had and used whips to smash their “uprise”... Me Myself, I had brought a sjambok , a kind of whip that is more like a mixture between a whip and a long baton. Flexible, but yet hard enough to create serious bruises and internal bleedings. It was the whip that once broke fingers of a slave when I used it furiously on his bare hands!

Also, most of Us wore heavy combat boots and made good use of them! Of course, being in equestrian outfit (with a touch of policing) I had good solid riding boots at My feet and the slaves that met them know by now that I do not wear riding boots for fashion! So, the “protesters” came in one by one and We charged on them like hungry She-wolves! Their T-shirts seem to increase Our eagerness to beat them down.

After the “rebellion” was put down by Us as riot police, We congratulated Ourselves for breaking the “rebellion” and had a drink and snacks, offered by Our own slaves (I had brought servant-slave michael for the occasion). Apart from the serving drinks and food, I also had him tongue-cleaning My boots, especially licking away the blood from the arrestees that was on the precious leather.

After about thirty minutes of chitchatting, the “arrestees” again were called in and had to go down on their knees one by one in the middle of the room for “interrogation” and punishment for their “rebellion”.

When the first one stood in front of Us, I slowly and nearly unnoticed walked behind him and as soon as I was behind him, I kicked at the back of his knees making him fall down on his knees and shouted “DOWN!!!” at him, “DOWN in front of your superiors!” As soon as he had more or less stabilized, I stamped him hard on the back making him fall forward. Due to the fact that We had all of them handcuffed with metal handcuffs on the back after their “arrest”, he could not use his hands or arms to support and break his fall and he fell forward, his face hitting the floor! General laughter, combined with a number of lashes from five whips brought him to tears and when he turned around to get up, I went standing over him, and pushed him down under My sole. Then, I put My boot on his throat and slightly pushed. I did not really kicked or put My weight on it since I knew that I could have destroyed his larynx and even killed him if I did so. I simply let him beg for his life and laughed at it. Then, I ordered him to open his mouth and let a few drops of saliva fall into his open mouth. After that, I decided that this would do as punishment,… for then….

The next “arrestees” also were punished likewise. one had been “treated” with a cattleprod and a shorter kind of electrical torture device. Another one was blindfolded on the floor and was kicked for minutes lying helpless on the floor.

After the punishment of the “arrestees”, We had a kind of interrogation game. A game We had played before and always was very pleasant. Therefore, We put our name on a little paper together with a secret word. Then each “haftlinge” or “arrestee” was given one of the papers. they had to read and memorize it, because that was a secret word they were not to reveal. Of course than they were interrogated by Us. One by one, each “arrestee” was “interrogated”. At the start he had to tell the name of the Lady on the paper and then, he was interrogated for the secret word by the other Ladies. Fun Fun Fun! Four powerful Ladies, equipped with all sorts of “instruments” to make an arrestee talk. No need to tell you that We got the secret word out of them in no time. But… of course the One whose name was on the paper checked the time how long “Her” slave could resist Our whips, cattle prod, tasers and even My sjambok.

Of course, none of them could hold longer than two minutes! Especially, since We did not only used Our whips and batons, but when they were down on the ground, We started kicking them with Our boots and as I wrote above, most of Us wore these heavy combat boots and thus kicked the “protesters” full force, unhindered by the fear of damaging expensive boots.

After fifteen minutes our so, all of them were seriously bruised, most of them even bleeding from their noose (again). All of them crying out of fear and pain and begging not to do that anymore… 

Next, We allowed them to nurse themselves and each other for about half an hour, while in the mean time, We toyed a bit with Our “servant-slaves”. Some of Us took a slave to the toilet, My Friend Charlotte took Jeffa’s slave stephan even upstairs,… but I simply had My boots thoroughly tongue-cleaned again by My servant-slave. 

After this little “break”, Our arrestees had to clean Our cars that were outside while Lady Petra, Herrin Carla, Herrin Jeffa and I supervised their work (Lady Charlotte obviously was enjoying another activity…). I made a slave take extra care of the pedals since My precious boots would be on them when driving and Carla was even more wicked and had a slave tongue-clean the tyres of Her car! 

After having our cars cleaned, We had diner, served by Our slaves and servants who were completely naked during the serving of the food , but who for sure were glad they were not amongst the “arrestees”! Even for trained slaves, the ordeal they had to undergo was rather hard and by then, their suffering had not stopped yet! Indeed, during the day, We had been giving fines for all kinds of “infractions” and at the end of the day, the fines were counted and paid off! Nevertheless, We were so gentle to let the arrested slaves choose: paying the fines or getting whiplashes for it. Every 100 euro could be exchanged for 10 lashes. Most decided to get the whip instead of paying, but two of them choose to pay after 5 and about 7 lashes since they could no longer stand it and were never going to be able to pay “the bill” with blood and tears! On the other hand, one of them managed to stand the full 80 lashes without paying a euro, but you should have seen his back…

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Malaga

During Easter weekend I went to Malaga with My German Friend Petra. We were picked up at the airport by an old acquaintance of Us, Ama Monica, who was accompanied by two “slaves” that would be at Our disposal during Our stay in Malaga. As soon as Monica had introduced them, they vowed loyalty to Us during Our stay. Although their English was far from perfect, I understood what they meant and the orders We’d give them would be simple and very recognizable for slaves anyway. Our slaves brought Us to Our hotel, and besides Our luggage, they also took a rather large bag with them into Our rooms. As soon as the door of My room was closed, My slave marco went down on his knees and kissed My boots showing his submission towards Me. Although temperatures were significantly higher than in Belgium, nights can still be cold in this time of the year in Malaga and thus a good excuse to travel in boots and take some for the moments there is time to toy with Our slaves. “Everything for you Mistress” marco said when he opened the bag he had brought. The bag contained several “useful things” like whips, handcuffs, ropes, a blindfold, a taser,… and several dildos! I assured him that I’d make good use of them later on, but I had him massage My feet and legs instead. Of course, by then I already had a crop from the bag in My hands to keep My slave focussed and doing his best! Then, during late afternoon, We visited one of the nice castles in Malaga that also provided a nice view of Malaga and its harbour.

At the Gibralfaro Castle wit a view

About an hour later, Monica picked Us up for dinner and all of us went to a party boat. Our slaves were ordered to be back at Monica’s in the morning.

Malaga Harbour from the Gibralfaro Castle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, the next morning, We went to the parade but before that, Monica picked Us up and We went to her place for “entreniamento”, training! Indeed, Our slaves were there waiting for Us to be taught how to carry Us on the shoulders so We would have a comfortable seat and good view of the parade sitting in their neck. Of course, We had to teach them the subtle commands of Our legs to make them go wherever We wanted. beasts like them do not decide themselves where to go! It is We, their riders who control them. So after this training (that was far harsher for them than what We actually did with them in public) We left for the parade. I wonder what the people around thought of the Us: three ladies sitting on the shoulders of their “man” apparently watching the parade. It was not suspicious to most people, but some, with submissive feelings and maybe experiences, must have realized what it really was. Also, temperatures were a bit more moderate (around 20°C and some chilly wind) so wearing riding boots was not extraordinary. BTW: the parade was impressive, but so religious! I had never seen something like that. It was said that more than 200 people carried the thrones of more than 5000 kilo for hours. But nobody seemed to realize that Our ponyslaves carried far more weight!

Me, ready for a shoulder seat...

That night, I had My servant marco serve Me in My room and he gave Me an orgasm with his tongue and two more with a nice dildo! Unfortunately, he had no facial dildo in his bag and thus I ordered him to get one for Monday night. And indeed, he had it with him when he came to Our hotel next day. That day, on Monday, We made a tour on a bicycle along the coast. Me, Petra and Monica had e-bikes while Our servants had to do on ordinary bikes and of course had to bring and carry all kind of snacks, drinks and a tablecloth for the outdoor tables We used when having a little break. Ama Monica brought Us to a more remote place where We toyed a bit with Our servants and for instance I had My feet massaged again, with his tongue. Something I made him do again on Monday night before he gave Me two great orgasms with the facial dildo. As a reward, I made him cum as well by tapping his cock and balls with the tip of My boots and a whip while threatening to kick his manhood to pulp with My boots. It had the expected result since he could resist but a minute or so before he shot his load! Of course the cleaning was his! On Tuesday, We went to a spectacular canyon about an hour from Malaga where we made the most spectacular and thrilling walk I ever made (Carminito del Rey) and in the evening We went to an original hammam that was only lit by candlelight! Really cosy and even a bit mysteriously! After the Hammam, We had dinner and went to Ama Monica’s where We could release Our frustrations on the slaves for the things they had been doing wrong during Our stay in Malaga. To be honest, I must say that there was not much I could blame My slave marco for, but apparently Petra had a score to settle and Her slave was finally sent home crying and covered in nasty whipmarks! Of course I as well had given My servant a taste of My whip and boots, but none of the marks I gave him were lasting injuries and the marks must have only been visible for a week or so. On Wednesday, We flew back home and in the evening I enjoyed Myself with My slave jan since My Friend Myriam who had been “house- and slave-sitting” for Me told Me that he had disappointed Her! Of course it was clear that Myriam Herself already had punished him seriously for whatever he had done. I did not ask what exactly he had done. That was of no importance. When a Mistress says that a slave has misbehaved, he has misbehaved, no discussion and the slave will be punished! No questions! And thus slave jan had a very rough evening! Luckily for him, I was rather tired from My trip to Spain… 

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Meeting in Germany (part 2)

For dinner, We went to a restaurant nearby, while Our slaves where cuffed and chained except for Mistress Carla’s house slave johan who had to act like a kind of “guard”, but that was mainly for safety reasons. In order to be able to check the slaves during Our absence, Carla also had placed a kind of remote camera. With Her iPhone She could check it in real time anyway She wanted. To be honest, She only check and showed Us two times, but Our slaves of course did not know and could not risk to do something We might not like. When We came back at Carla’s, We toyed a bit with Our personal slaves that still were there (the occasional slaves had been send home right before We left for the restaurant) and after a while I took servant michael with Me to the hotel, while slave jan was left at Carla’s to sleep together with a few slaves, on the floor in a small room of Her’s. they would be woken in the morning by slave johan to prepare Us Mistresses an exquisite breakfast. servant michael on the other hand was taken to the hotel to “serve” Me during the night… No need to tell you that My facial dildo was very well used, not only late night, but also in the morning. As a result, I came very relaxed and satisfied back to the house of Mistress Carla where I changed back into My uniform before I took a seat at the table. With a tap on My black leather jackboot servant michael knew what to do, crawled under the table and started to kiss My boots for the whole time. Also other Ladies had a slave at their boots so it was rather crowded under it and when We started kicking out randomly, without seeing what or who We hit, it got hilarious as some panic seemed to break out under Us… It was big fun! At the end of Our breakfast, all slaves were gathered on all fours around the table for their “breakfast”. Indeed, We through all the leftovers on the floor and started smashing it all under our boots. Then Our slaves were ordered to eat and lick everything from Our boots like dogs and finally tongue-clean the floor. Even half an hour after We had left the table to relax in the lounge after Our meal, three slaves were still licking the floor clean and now and then, Our host Mistress Carla went to check their work. I do not know what exactly happened then, but firm whiplashes and screams could be heard together with Carla shouting at the slaves. I asked slave jan about it later on (when driving home) and he told Me that She kicked his fellow slaves in the face and whipped them full force without mercy. Apparently, several of them were bleeding from their noose due to this, but he was lucky not to get Her boot in his face, only on his body. Anyway, by 11 o’clock the ad hoc slaves, slaves that were only for the occasion at Our “service” arrived, all of them had to crawl through the “Stiefel Tunnel”, the tunnel of boots. I think you can imagine what that was. Indeed, We formed two rows about one and a half meter from each other and the arriving prisoners had to crawl between these rows. Like that, they were welcomed in an appropriate way, by Our boots! These slaves were gathered for a special “game” and another call of roll was organized. One of the slaves was dragged out of the line by his hair and dumped in front of Carla’s boots so She could use him as a platform to stand on while explaining the next game. Carla explained that We were going to whip a slave two by two. That meant for instance that I whipped slave ivan who had been attributed to My “opponent” Lady Jeffa, while Jeffa whipped slave Klaus, the slave that I had on My little paper during the “lottery”. The slave that yelled the most and loudest had to pay the Mistress that whipped him. Like that, the Lady that whipped the hardest earned money from the other Mistress’ slave. The first whipping game was between Myriam and Mistress Carla Herself. Since both slaves yelled at each hit and with nearly the same intensity, We considered it a tied game and decided that both slaves had to pay! And when the second “game” between Charlotte and Petra also lead to apparently even screaming, we decided to use the soundmeter of an iPhone to call a Winner. Of course, Myriam, Mistress Carla, Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra had to compete again since their whipping was not measured with the sound meter! Finally, it appeared that Petra’s slave had screamed the overall loudest, but that was no surprise since he was whipped two times by Lady Charlotte, and She is a real expert when it comes to whipping! I can also proudly that I had managed to make My slave scream only 5 decibel less than Charlotte! Since it was so funny and hilarious (at least for the Ones wielding the whips), We decide to have another variant of the game and the slaves had to spread their legs and have Us kick them in the balls! Me, Madam Petra and Mistress Carla managed to make Our slaves scream more than 100 decibel, but Madam Petra actually won making her slave scream with 107 dB! Of course the three of Us had excellent boots to do this! After a late lunch the slaves had to go down on their knees forming a line like a call of roll and had to tell one by one to each Lady how much he had enjoyed the weekend. one of them said to Me that he had the best time of his life under My boots. Another one told Me that he liked My uniform and especially My high black leather riding boots complete with spurs and that they made everyone fear Me. As a reward, I allowed him to kiss them. For several of the ad hoc slaves, it was the moment to offer themselves as 24/7-slaves to My German Friends. Unfortunately for them all of Us already have Our personal slaves but some of My Friends choose a few of them to put on a kind of substitutes list. After that, We had to leave for home and I thanked Our host Mistress Carla for the invitation and great time We had. slave jan and servant Michael kissed the tip of Her riding boots to show their gratitude and We left. Another great weekend! Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Meeting in Germany

Koln! Here We come!

Last weekend, I was invited by My German Friend Carla for an exciting weekend with Our little group of Dominant Ladies. I was even more thrilled when She told Me that She proposed all of Us to wear Military uniforms and have a weekend treating Our slaves as prisoncamp prisoners! Bullseye! My strongest fantasy!

It was asked to bring two slaves each if possible and I took slave jan together with servant michael to Duisburg. Of course, also Lady Carla had arranged several slaves that were considered as prison camp slaves and could be used at wish by Us. To make a distinction between slaves like My servant jan and the other “no mercy-slaves” he (and another “servant”) was allowed to wear a striped prisoner’s suit. The others were naked for the whole weekend! These “prisoners” were numbered with a black marker from 11001 to 11009 on several places of their body. After this “markierung”, Frau Carla ordered them on a line for a call of roll. When they stood stock still next to each other, We walked the line one by one, inspecting their naked bodies, running Our crop, whip or club over them. Now and then stopping in front of one of them

It was a great sight to see a row of naked slaves trembling in front of Us, Ladies in military uniforms, high boots and whip in hand! Of course We did not carry Our whips or clubs for decoration! A few examples: Petra spat in one’s face  and I who came after Her, told the prisoner that he was unclean! That I considered presenting himself with saliva in his face lack of respect for Us inspecting Ladies and I whipped him in the face for it with My crop! Another example: several prisoners got Our boots on their naked feet. I did so as well, but My riding boots were nothing compared to for instance Jeffa’s high heels. The slaves that had to undergo this ordeal screamed it out, every one of them! And all of them got multiple hits from Our whips!
When all of Us had walked the line, the slaves were ordered to get down on their knees, spreading their legs! And Our “inspection” continued… No need to tell you what happened next!

After the call of roll, We let the “prisoners” recover a bit since most of them had received a few kicks on their manhood. I also had been putting the sole of My heavy riding boots on a few slaves’ cocks, squashing them until they were as flat as possible! Fun!

When the slaves had been more or less recovered, it was interrogation time: all prisoners had to put a word on a little paper. A word they had to try not to reveal! The little papers were delivered to “servant” marcus who rang a bell when We succeeded to have the prisoners tell their secret word. Unfortunately, but to make the contest more equal, We only got a crop during the first round.

First there was Lady Charlotte, who managed to make her slave (do not exactly know who it was) say his secret word in about five minutes. By far not fast enough to win. Myriam was next and immediately started hitting Her prisoner in the face with her crop, but it was only when she started using her crop on his exposed manhood that he gave in. I think it took Her about three minutes! Then it was My turn and I was unlucky (or lucky?) to have a slave, (11004) that appeared to be a kind of painslut and thus, I had to go real hard on him to make him say the word “reitpeitsche” (riding crop), his secret word! Although I not only hit his nipples to bleeding and took them between My fingers and twisted them, nearly pulling them off, it took Me more than 6 minutes! Disappointing, I know… The winner was Lady Petra whose prisoner could only stand Her interrogation for less than two minutes! Her method? Hitting him continuously full force in the face with the crop together with putting Her boot on his dick and balls, squeezing them and threatening him to flatten and destroy his balls and dick completely! Indeed, males seem to be scared to death when it comes to destroying their manhood! The interrogation “game” ended with the prize for the Winner, Lady Petra, who received a bottle of Champagne and was offered to whip a special slave to serious bleeding. This slave was said to be real painslut and indeed, his body was scarred all over with healed and semi-healed whip marks. Fifteen minutes later, he was bleeding all over! Lady Petra was not selfish and offered all of Us to join and enjoy Ourselves ripping the fool open with Our whips. All of Us made good use of it! Afterwards, he was nursed by another slave who was a professional paramedic.

 

To be continued when I have more time…

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

BTW since Our “meetings” are always no-pictures weekends, I add a nice picture taken from the car when I could spot the city of Koln in the distance.