Wintertime.... boottime!

Honestly I am a little bit ashamed of the vast number of boots I have, most of them only worn a few times, but I cannot pass a shop when I see a lovely pair. As I explained this a few weeks ago to a slave, he suggested to take him for “bootshopping”. At that moment, I hit him in the face as I did not wanted to show up in public with a slave. But, after a few days, I started to think it over again and decided that maybe it was not a bad idea at all. I realized it could be fun taking a slave to a city abroad for shopping. Nobody would recognize Me and who would be suspicious about a woman trying on new boots and helped with this by her husband or lover? Like that, a few days ago, we went to a city in the western part of Germany. In the beginning, I was a little bit anxious that nevertheless the fact that we were abroad and in a big city, someone would recognize Me. But, after a while I got acquainted to the anonymity of the big foreign city and I relaxed.
In the beginning I had jan only unzipping the boots I was wearing and helping to put the new ones on, but after a while a started to go further.
Like that, I told him, the boots had a small stain, so he took a clean handkerchief and polished the leather. Later on, he bent completely forward and exhaled on the leather to create some condensation on the leather for better cleaning,….
In one of the shops I pushed the sole in his the face when the shoplady left us for a moment and I ordered him to smell what material the soles were made of and I kicked his face softly with the sole while he was doing so.
In a Western-shop, I found some very vicious looking spurs and tried several. Of course it was jan who fixed them one by one on My boots. Finally, I bought three “special” types!
By the end of the day, I was walking through the streets, My slave behind Me, carrying several bags…..Afterall, wintertime indeed is boottime!
Oooohhh, I love the good life!

Lady Contessa Pat

My favorite character

I remember that when I was something like 14, I watched a movie called “Ilsa, La Louve des SS”. In English known as “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS”. While My friends all felt sorry for the victims and were disgusted, I enjoyed the movie and felt enormous sympathy for the Ilsa-character. For years I have been fantasizing being “Ilsa” in a prison camp.

Years ago, a friend (who does not know about My secret life) told Me by means of a joke that I reminded him of “Ilsa”. I must admit that at that time, I was ashamed and must have been blushing, but I also remember I got hot like hell! Afterwards, I asked him why he’d called Me like that, and he said that it was because of My clothing, wearing frequently black riding boots and black leather clothes.
Some time later, during a special (BDSM)-party, someone said that I looked like a severe overseer over working slaves and that I’d be an excellent camp guard with My tight fitting jodhpurs and spurred riding boots. A “Modern Ilsa”, he added without knowing himself, that was the biggest compliment he could have made!
Now, already for quite some years, I always go to costumed balls like a Nazi-officer! It makes Me hot like hell, and you’d be surprised what effect that has on “straight” guys! But I’ll write about that another time (if you are interested of course)…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Sometimes people ask Me how I became a Dominant.
Well, I don’t really know. I think I always felt like that for My whole life. Being surrounded by servants all My life, I think I developed that feeling of superiority from My childhood on. Although it was not as clear as today, I always enjoyed dominating, humiliating and ordering people. The real hardcore dominance, with whippings and so on, only came many years later when a guy literally threw himself at My boots to excuse himself for a carcrash.
When I came from a riding trip, someone crashed into My Porsche. I yelled at him as I was was outraged. The only thing he said was excuses and sorries, although afterwards, I realized, the accident might have been My own fault. Anyway, I suggested to get to My house that was not to far away to fill in the paperwork that had to be done. I remember that all the way, the man was excusing himself for the trouble he had caused! Finally he took all the blame for the accident, signed for it and said that he’d do anything to make it up with Me. He pointed to the dirty marks My riding boots had been making while walking down the hall in a hurry. He said that he’d clean that for Me because I had probably made the marks due to being upset by the accident. First I was surprised, but then I realized what was happening and My dominant nature surfaced. I do not remember exactly but I think I said something like “OK, but I want you to do it properly and that he could only stop when I said so!”
I showed him were to get cleaning material, but he only took a cloth and started to clean the floor on his knees. While I was watching him I had taken My crop in hand and I didn’t move even when he was coming closer to Me. Then he asked Me something like: “shall I clean your boots to Madame”. I remember I got wild (without showing) and simply tapped My boots with the crop to confirm. From that moment on I realized that he had become My slave! And I had become a slave owning Mistress!

Disgrace!

I read a message from a woman who was attacked by some scum while making a horseback trip. I was disgusted! How does he dare!!!!
A few years ago, I also have changed My regular trail to avoid problems. I used to have the habit of taking the same trail regularly. At a certain time, I found out that a guy showed up every week when I was passing by. After 2 or 3 weeks, he greeted Me and called Me openly “Madam”. A week later, he “accidentally” fell on the ground just before I passed and he excused himself for hindering. Since then, I did not take that trail anymore since it was rather remote. One of My friends at the manege told Me she had to whip a man who tried to touch her (and I am sure she is not dominant). Although I think no man would have to try to attack Me on My horse armed with whip and boots. I think he would be surprised and I am sure he would regret it, but at that time I did not want to take risks. I think bastards like that should be locked away and I would not mind being the Commander-in-Chief of that facility. Of course you all know what than would happen with scum like that!
I know that a lot of males look at Me when riding along and secretly long to kiss My boots. I can simply see it in their eyes but I must admit that riding My horse and sitting high above others makes Me feel very powerful over the low creatures beneath Me. It arises Me extremely. But that does not mean they should do more than look and admire!

Lady Contessa Pat

Boot aid

Boot aid

Autumn has come and I am into some new pairs of boots for winter. Since I have not the intention of shopping for hours and hours, I’d like anyone who sees suitable boots for Me on the net (online shop) or in a classic shop (Belgium, Netherlands, France or Germany) to contact Me. The only thing I need from you is the address (url or physical address of the shop) and a picture of them. I’d really appreciate if some of you could send me some proposals or ideas at Madam_kommandante@yahoo.com and maybe if I’d choose them, I might send you personally a picture of Me wearing them….
Ohh yes, the boots must be high (just beneath My knees), in leather (color brown or black), heels max. 5 cm, and preferably they have a pointed tip.

Lady Contessa Pat

Who do you think is the real Domme?

Any idea how it comes these soles are wet?

I get frequently contacted by men who say I am their dream Domme, but when I tell them then to send Me some pics showing how their perfect Mistress should look like, these pics do not show real Mistresses, but rather professionals working hard to please subs. I must admit that some of these Woman look very nice and Dominant, but some things make me think it is all a scenery.

Do slaves really expect Us, Mistresses, to be skin and bones?
Do they really expect Us to look like these professional models who try to please the males?
Do they really expect Us to show ourselves half naked?
Do they really expect Us to walk in discomfort in those skyhigh heels?

And all that just because some slave likes that?

I conclude that most of these so called “slave” are looking for someone who looks like a Domme not One who treats them like a real slave to make then live their life only to please their Mistress.
I have experienced that good loyal trustworthy slaves are harder to find than the reactions via the net suggest!

Lady Contessa Pat

Spurs

A guy named prissy sent Me a mail stating that spurs found in shops never are sharp, mainly not to hurt the horses. To make them really sharp one has to “improve” them he said.
Then, he asked Me if I rode slaves, and if I wanted to communicate on this.
you can find My answer to him in the following:

prissi,

I never buy rowel type spurs Myself. I have a slave to do that remember! he then offers Me the spurs. I can imagine that you can only find relatively blunt spurs in horse- or farmshops, but there are other (specialized erotic) shops where you can find more exotic ones (that can be much sharper). Also now and then I indeed have ordered a slave to sharpen some spurs he offered.
About the use of the spurs: Of course I do not use those sharp spurs on My horses! I do not want to damage them! But, with My slaves this is different! Since a year or two, I rediscovered the relaxing fun of human ponyriding. Human ponys know what My spurs will do to them do when they are disloyal or disobedient. They know the consequences of their acts. So there is no need to feel sorry for a slave that gets cut by spurs for being disobedient!
But spurs are not only usefull when sitting in the saddle. I have seen that My slaves get as meek as a lamb when they see Me wearing sharp Chilean spurs. It is clear that such spurs frighten the hardest slave. A Mistress doesn’t even have to use them on Her slaves. Wearing them is enough to make a sub crawl at your feet! Nobody dares to challenge the One wearing sharp spurs. I have had a slave that now and then dared to be disobedient in order to provoke a punishment with My whip, but never when wearing sharp spurs! (Also the latter he regretted after ten minutes and I am sure he will never try this again, but that is another thing).

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante