Horseback riding in the weekend with Myriam and Madam Petra

Last Saturday and Sunday I had a riding weekend in the Ardennes with My Friends Myriam and Petra. I had ordered servant michael to join Me and Petra brought her slave dave. For rudy, Myriam's new servant, it was actually a baptism by fire. he was not only at Mine and Madam Petra’s boots for the first time, but he was taken to a horse riding for the first time as well. And, he was tested quite quickly because Petra in particular immediately made it clear that he had better obey and serve Us for 200% and before he knew it he had already received two blows in the face with her riding crop! he was a bit shocked by that! But instead of pity, he received a few kicks and lashes from his owner. Then Petra's slave dave had to show him how our boots should be cleaned. I don't think I need to draw a picture of that... So, after we had arrived and had greeted Madam Petra warmly (We with hugs and kisses, Our servants with kisses on Her boots), Myriam introduced her new servant and, as already written, he immediately got to feel the whip. So, after We had given him a lesson, We took our servants to Our rooms to change clothes. So, I also exchanged My fashionable high boots for sturdy riding boots and had michael lick them clean. Meanwhile, I had a riding crop in My hand that I made playfully, but also threateningly, whistle above his head. From left to right and vice versa. It always has the desired effect for I saw My servant cowering in fear. When I came back downstairs, Petra was also ready, booted and spurred. While We heard that Myriam was upstairs giving her servant another lesson!

We had rented a secluded house in a small village not too far from the riding school where we could stable our horses and where Petra could rent a horse. Due to the fact that there were no neighbours in a radius of several hundred meters We didn't have to hold back with Our servants and slave! A group of three women and three men was of course not suspicious AND it gave us the opportunity to stop at our house during Our rides and “use” our servants and slave to the fullest. By the way, it was there and then that it was clear that Myriam's servant had learned his lesson at the arrival, because he licked the soles of all three of our riding boots clean without complaining. When We stopped a first time at the little house. Less than fifteen minutes later we were at the riding school. The horse for Petra, a beautiful gelding, was already ready and was clearly excited when We arrived. But, Madam Petra did not agree on the fact that She’d had to ride without spurs and thus She had a serious discussion with the owner of the riding school before We left for the forest, where our servants were immediately ordered to open a bottle of champagne and fill our glasses (which they carried in their backpacks). Then Petra asked “servant rudy” if he wanted champagne, and less than a minute later he was licking the champagne off Petra's riding boots. Indeed, she simply poured some of her glass over the leather and snapped her fingers. Not that this was actually audible (it couldn't be heard through the leather of her gloves), but he still understood what was expected of him.

Later in the restaurant, of course we had ordered plain water for them, while We chose the most expensive wine for Ourselves. The waiter laughed awkwardly, but of course didn't elaborate. Actually, our servants were lucky that they were allowed to join Us to the restaurant! Usually, We don't do that and they get some water and bread in a bowl or something somewhere! “You can't always leave your dog at home when going to diner, right?” Myriam had said jokingly.

When we got back to the house later that night, “sklave dave” had to attach spurs to the high thigh boots of his Owner, Madam Petra. She was indeed somewhat indignant that she had not been allowed to wear spurs while riding the rental horse. She had protested, but the owner absolutely didn't want it. I suggested to change horses and that I would ride the rental horse without spurs, but petra didn't want that either. Anyway, when We got back, She made up for it! Also, I am sure that servant rudy had to prove his worth that night because, unlike servant michael and slave dave, who were sent to the cellar to sleep after their "services", rudy had been allowed to stay with his Owner all night! An exceptional favor from Myriam, but I guess that he had paid seriously for that!

The next morning, an extensive breakfast buffet was waiting for us of course. The rest of the morning the three of us tested Myriam's new servant-slave rudy. In this way, the etiquette of a slave-Mistress relationship was made clear to him (as far as he still needed it). So, he learned that Ladies like Us are greeted in the specific way We want it, not how a slave thinks it should be and that mistakes are punished with the whip! That a servant or a slave does not do anything without first asking permission from his Owner, that a slave always offer his hands for Our crop if We suggest so, that a slave tongue-cleans Our boots if We want that, even after having walked the stables,… and much more.

In the afternoon, We went riding again, but this time We went the three of Us without Our servants  since they had to clean Our cars thoroughly, clean the house and arrange the renting. We had a nice afternoon riding and when We got back at the riding school, Our servant-slaves where waiting there on a row as if they were valets, but instead of parking Our cars, they took Myriam’s and My horse to the horse trailer so that We could simply have a drink and snack in the cafeteria of the riding school. Although it was not that special weekend, I still wanted to write about it since I realized that it had been so long that I wrote something on My blog.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

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