Look in the mirror!

In the riding club there was this guy who always hung around Me and My friends. Originally, he came to the manege as a chaperone to his daughter, but since a few months he came to the manege on his own (as he got divorced he told me).
I already knew that he was interested in Me because he took all opportunity to tell Me that I am a very beautiful woman, that I ride very elegant,…. And so on. He once said that if they’d organize a beauty contest in the manege, I’d win that without any question. At least when it was him who had to decide….he said. He did not realize that, like all women, I like compliments on My looks and so, but when he really wants to touch Me he’d better tell Me about the power I radiate, about My dominant nature, that I would be a excellent slaver, a good camp commander, a terrific plantation owner or Captain on a galley,…
I guess he figured it out right now, because last week again, he joined us for a drink after a riding session. When our companions later in the evening left one by one, just the two of us remained and the general talking changed immediately as if he had been waiting for this opportunity. First he told Me again how good looking I was in My riding outfit and that it must have been a hell of a job to get My boots clean and shiny for each riding.
Maybe I blushed and he’d noticed, but he added after a minute of silence that he’d loved to do that for Me…. As we had been gossiping before that he was quite weird, choleric and not to be trusted as rumours went that he had been beating his ex-wife, I told him that I simly was not interested, stood up and left.

Two days later, he asked me if I had rejected him because he was rather poor and didn’t wear the fanciest clothes. When I told him that was not the case, and that there was no need for pushing as I was not going to change My mind on him, he got angry and blamed Me that I was just feeling too good for him and that I treated him like a nobody.

I told him that it had nothing to do with his social, nor financial position, but that I simply wasn’t interested in a guy who thinks that when he makes advances, a woman should respond on that anyway.
Indeed, it is always the same with those guys. They always put the blame on you when you reject them and never seek the reason in their own behaviour.
I have the same feeling with some guys that I often chat with on the net. There is this young man who thinks his age makes that I am not interested in him
And this German guy who seems to be very ill and probably in hospital telling Me often that it is his illness that prevents me from seeing him. It is strange, but men always seem to think that a rejection is due to their looks, physical condition or age. None of them even considers that the cause of the rejection simply could be their behaviour!

This is pure male chauvinism. They deceive themselves with the idea that it is the woman that don’t want them because of something they cannot change or something that is not their fault (like looks, physical shape,…). They don’t see that it is their behaviour that makes them impossible as a slave. Also, some of them clearly are only looking for their own pleasure and not for serving and pleasing their Mistress. And then they are surprised I am not interested!!!!!
So, look in the mirror before you blame a Lady to reject you!

Lady Contessa Pat

Training wim

When I first met wim, he told Me he’d do anything for Me except eating dirt or horseshit or so. At that time I did not react nor showed My surprise. I simply thought to Myself that making him eat dirt would be a challenge for Me and that in the end I would make him eat anything I ordered. I remember having done this before with another slave! Last weekend, the time had arrived to take up the challenge. So, I had called wim in and had ordered him to bring a clean shirt and his toothbrush. The fool thought he was facing a rewarding night with his Mistress. Instead half an hour later he was facing the dirty ribbed soles of My hiking boots! I had been hiking in the woods and all kinds of dirt and mud had gathered between the wide ribs. So, I made him use his toothbrush to remove the thicker parts of dirt and mud, while he had to use his clean shirt to make them shine again. After that, I order him to brush his teeth without cleaning the brush prior to it. I watched him while he did so and told him it was the beginning of a training to make him lick My dirty boots clean whenever I wanted that, no matter how dirty they were… Surprisingly, he did not react nor objected. Must have been that he noticed the whip I had in My hands or maybe he simply realised the consequences of disobedience. Anyway, after that, I made him pull on his shirt that was full of smeared dirt and I send him back home. At that moment he wanted to utter his surprise, but My whip made it clear that I was not into discussion…..


Lady Contessa Pat

Before

And after

Becoming a Mistress...

Me picking up our horses for the ride


Last time when I came at Myriam’s to go for a ride in our riding club, I told her that dirk didn’t greet Me the way he used to do (when he was still Mine) and certainly not in the way that can be expected from a slave. First she was surprised, but then the fool rushed into our conversation. I guess the surprise and anger was written on My face, because Myriam immediately slapped him in the face, yelling at him that he should never interrupt when Mistresses are talking. And when I told her this confirmed My statement that he needed more and more severe training, she hit him with a crop that lay on a little table.
Then I did something very wicked: Dead calm, but with some acted disappointment in My voice, I asked if she allowed her slave to act like that in the presence of her friend. Of course she did not!
Within two minutes, he was strapped to a radiator pipe (something she learned from Me) his back fully exposed to her eager whip. Indeed Myriam had a gorgeous black singletail while I sat in the coach to watch how she’d punish her slave. And she did! That Woman had become a real Mistress!!! What a turnover that woman had made from that Christmas evening she admitted she had dominant feelings. Indeed, when I pushed her by asking to make him bleed for Me, she started to hit My former slave full force all over his body. First the stripes she created were red, then the stripes evolved in little wounds, and after five minutes, blood was coming out of several of them. All the time, dirk screamed and screamed and begged us to stop. By then Myriam clearly was aroused that she started to rub her pussy with her other hand. That is the time you need at least two slaves I thought. Unfortunately, she only had one, and I had not brought mine. Nevertheless, she managed to rub herself to orgasm!!!! Than I stood up, walked around her and kissed her neck. “Congratulations Darling” I said softly. “You have proven to be a real Mistress…..” and I thanked her for punishing her slave for Me….
As we didn’t wanted both to be late for the ride, I already rode off (by car) to the riding club to get our horses, while Myriam could take a shower before joining Me.
And dirk? I told her to leave him cuffed to the radiator and release him when we were coming back.

Lady Contessa Pat (with the approval of “Mistress” Myriam)

New horse

Not that long ago, a guy told Me that I am afraid of young steeds. (Of course, this was purely out of frustration that I did not found him fit to serve Me and become My slave.) Now, especially for him: you see I DO ride young steeds as well and don’t stick to middle aged “oxes” as you call them…..hahahahahahahaaaaa….

Lady Contessa Pat

Disappointment!

I am sooooo disappointed that I hardly got reactions on the whipping I gave marc because of his jealousy! Of course many of you contacted Me via mail or chat, but nobody openly supported Me in My reaction on their behaviour. On top of that, some of these mails told Me that I am a crazy bitch damaging someone like I did with marc. one even said that I should be locked up!
No need to tell you that I am disappointed! you seem to forget that marc is with Me on his own free will!!!!!! he deliberately choose himself to live this life and to dedicate his life to Me. It was all stated before and written down in a contract that I can do with him AS I LIKE, even if this would result in damage to his body!!!!!! he agreed on that! NO he begged to underwrite this declaration!!!!!
On top of that I must tell you that I am NOT a bitch whipping the shit out of My slaves every day! I am always kind to My slaves, giving them enough food, only whipping them mildly to encourage them as slaves, in the way they like it and so on. However, when they misbehave, I feel free to punish them for real! Real corporal punishment, not toying around like I daily do!!!! What is a Mistress who only punishes a misbehaving slave in the way he likes it????? In many cases that is rewarding, not punishing!!! he will simply get what he wants by misbehaving! In these cases, he will keep on misbehaving. Is that the idea you have of a Mistress???????


Lady Contessa Pat

Jealousy amongst slaves

I knew it was going to created friction between them, but I thought I shouldn’t care about that as long as it suited My pleasure. So after long hesitation, I took a third slave in house. Not that he was that new to Me as I had been seeing him regularly and tested him thoroughly, but a slave is always different when he is in the house and especially when there are more of them. The first two weeks everything went fine. marc and jan seemed to accept the new one. they considered themselves as “closer” to Me than wim, the new guy. But as soon as I spoke of wim as an example, I started to feel the friction between them. Especially between marc and wim. But the real trouble must have started a few weeka ago, when I felt horny and ordered wim to join Me to the bedroom. As he immediately appeared to be the best sexslave I ever had (wim is a phantastic masseur and is a wizard with his tongue!), I couldn’t get enough of him and I slept with him several times, and even took him upstairs during the day to toy around. A few days ago, the situation exploded. And I think it all started more or less in the morning. marc, who had been doing the lawn, was waiting in the corner on his knees as I came to inspect his work sitting atop wim’s shoulders. Like always I had remarks on the lawn and drove wim towards marc. I hit him a few times with My quirt while I still comfortably sat on wim’s shoulders.
Since it was hot (after all it is summer!) I wore only an open shirt and shorts so My thighs made intense contact with his neck. I told him about the sensual feeling and that it made Me wet. Due to this I think I whipped marc rather hard. Anyway, marc only begged and moaned and after about five minutes I stopped as I had an appointment with a friend to go shopping.
However, when I returned a few hours later, I saw that marc and wim had been fighting! Of course that was something I could not leave unpunished! So I ordered both to get on their knees in front of Me and tell their story one by one, but after a few minutes, they started shouting at each other so I had to use My whip to shut them up. As it clearly was a case of jealousy, I ordered marc to excuse himself towards wim. I was astonished when I heard him saying he’d not do that!!!!! Outraged about his refusing to execute a direct order from Me, I started to hit him real hard. And than, an even more unbelievable thing happened as marc lifted his arms and tried to defend himself against the fierce lashes!!! Unseen and unexpected as he had been whipped by Me before with far more painful whips. I stopped in surprise but told him he’d be sorry for that and that he’d pay for that. Then I did an excellent thing by sending wim out of the room, because marc immediately cooled down and said to Me that it was not meant towards Me and that I could whip the shit out of him if I liked, but not in a dispute with wim. I told him that I was angry because of his refusal to accept My judgment and to stand up against Me, and not because of the dispute itself. Again he said that he’d take anything from Me personally, a statement I immediately took advantage of by saying that in that case he’d accept Me punishing him for it. he agreed with that (probably because he got scared I’d dump him) as long as it was not in the presence of wim. Five minutes later, marc was cuffed to the outside of his cage in the cellar and he took his punishment like a real loyal slave (as always). And believe Me, I really hit full force with one of My very cruel singletails making his back bleed all over.
marc does not know, but after that, I took wim to my bedroom where he was whipped as well before I ordered him to kiss and lick My wet pussy. I orgasmed twice!
So slaveboys, you see what jealousy can lead to, but I must admit that I secretly liked it that two slaves were fighting for Me….

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. I wonder if any of you also experienced jealousy amongst slaves and how you Dommes dealt with that.
And of course I’d like to read how you slaves think you’d react in either marc’s of wim’s case.

Praha

Some time ago I visited Praha where we found the following:

I thought this would be a proper way to keep houseslaves at a level that suit them: at Our boots!
Just to be sure that is was not alive, I have prodded it with the tip of My boot….

Lady Contessa Pat