Reaction!

A reader sent Me the following reaction:

"And for the first time in My life, I was facing the fact that I could whip My slaves only because they allowed Me to do so" I'm really hoping that you are living in a fantasy world because this sudden realisation is otherwise baffling for anyone with a modicum of real experience. Consent is the first and most basic tenet of any power-based relationship. Consent is what separates sane people from crazy abusers who keep people locked up in their basement against their will. Ferns



Of Course I do not agree with "ferns" for the following reasons:
I think that slaves, asking conscent is a contradiction in terminis. I know many males demand that in a what they call a slave-Mistress relationship, but I think that is just nonsense!
It is only interesting for a wife that wants to please her husband and “plays” along. Not for a real sadistic Dominante!
And indeed, I was a little bit disappointed that My power over My slaves was limited to what they allow Me to do. In that way there is always some “conscent” in general. But, when this is also the case during a whipping or other punishment, I can hardly call the One holding the whiphandle a Domme. In such a case, the one really in charge is not the “Mistress” but the one that calls himself (or herself) a “slave”.
So, in general, of course there is “conscent” between Me and My slaves, but if they agree to become My slaves, they must take the consequences of being a slave as well!
And indeed, I have had a few cases where I went beyond what the slave “allowed”. Of course he could leave after that, but during the punishment, I was free to do with him as I liked. That is the main reason why I always cuff and chain My slaves when I want to whip them as a punishment.
What is a punishment afterall worth if One stops at the point where the one at the other side of the whip wants it to stop? What is a punishment if the one at the business end of the whip likes the whipping?

And, believe Me: the whippings beyond the limits are the most thrilling and arousing ones I ever administered. The helplessness of the slave made Me each time wet and hot like hell and it is even hard to stop when in such a mood!

So I don’t think I am crazy when I treat My slaves like slaves and whip them real hard when I want to punish them. There has been a time I wasn’t sure about this, but today I KNOW, despite some people that claim otherwise and I wonder what the other readers think of it.

Lady Contessa Pat


P.S. The scars on dirk’s back were mainly Myriam’s as the picture was taken before the actual whipping game.

Weekend

Last weekend there was our annual weekend with some friends in France. This year, the event was near Cambrai, and for the first time, I took Myriam with Me. The only problem We faced was that with the leaving of Wim, We were short of one slave as the idea is and was that each Mistress brought in two slaves. We had planned that wim, together with dirk would be Myriam’s while jan and marc would accompany Me as Mine. In a hurry, we’d tried to find a new one for Myriam, but time was short and finally we had to ask one of the other participants to bring an extra slave. Not that it mattered much as all the slaves were gathered upon arrival and that all Ladies present were able to bid on the slaves during a slave auction. Each Lady got a hundred fictional euros (made by the host I guess) that could be used to pay for the slaves. The “bought” slaves were the owners property for the evening, but it was not allowed to “buy” your own slaves. I was more cautious and did not bid for the two most stunning athletic slaves (like Myriam did). Instead, I was able to buy two excellent bootlickers! On top of that, one of them won the “sandbag race”, a race where the slaves were longed and had to run rounds at the longe (with a25 kg sandbag on their shoulders), urged by the Mistress whip. Time to run ten rounds was recorded, and andre, My slave won! As a reward, I was offered to whip the last one. Indeed, it is the Lady owner who wins, but the slave who looses….
He also was very good in the all fours ponyrace where he was second although I really had kicked him very hard, but the one that won was in such a advantage as his rider was skinny and wighted maybe less than fifty kilos. Some others like dirk, were less fortunate as his rider was a more, lets say, volumptuous lady that did not spare her crop during the ride. In this game, the looser was brought to justice in a circle circumfered by the six of Us. he was blindfolded and had to look for his Mistress while staying on his knees. We from Our side formed “le cercle botté”, the booted circle. And We kicked the slave each time he came close enough to one of Us. I only had the chance to kick him once, and even then I only hit him sideways, but some of the Ladies really got him as she waited and made him come closer and closer before she swung her leg and hit him full frontal. Laurence, Our host had a whip to speed him up in case he was slowing down. Of course She also had provided a delicious meal and lots of excuisite drinks, like French do. It was a nice evening, although I have had better ones in France. Myriam was delighted with the party and although she hardly speaks French, She managed to make her slaves do everything she wanted. dirk was less fortunate as he had been severely abused by Madame Jeanine


Lady Contessa Pat


P.S. unfortunately for My blog, the party was a “no photograph party” so We have no pictures of it.

A proving game

When I was chitchatting with Myriam yesterday, I told her about an experience I had years ago in France, where slaves had to try to take an object from a table while We were standing atop of it trying to avoid that. As I explained it more in detail I remembered another similar game I had been playing before where a slave had to take an object from a table while the Mistress tried to hit his hands with a whip. Let’s play a game like that with dirk she said, and we started to invent on the spot a game that could met our sadistic hunger.
Like that, dirk was cuffed brought to the cellar and put in the middle of the garage. We explained him in brief the rules of our new game “to test his reactions” and started to demonstrate our “creativity”. The idea was that we’d tell him where we were going to whip and actually whip at that same time. Like that, he could avoid the whip if he’d react fast. If not….
We stood together with our short bullwhips and agreed to whip one by one. The first lashes were purely vertical and struck him from head to lower back. And we whipped him left, right, left, right,…..After a while he got acquainted to the system and anticipated to avoid the leather. From that moment on, we started to change the pattern and whipped randomly left and right. But also in this case, he managed to avoid our whips after a few good hits.
Next level was the fact that I changed direction: “Head!” I yelled all of a sudden and My whip curled around his face. At that moment (too late) I realized that this could be real dangerous for his eyes, but luckily, the leather ripped his lower face and mouth. So I told him to cover his eyes with his hands. The next hit was on his feet. With a wicked smile, Myriam’s whip curled around his lower legs. It appeared to be extremely painfull as dirk screamed it out loud, so, My next lash went to his lower legs as well! Then it became a real random whipping and it appeared that it was nearly impossible for dirk to avoid the leather
It proved that his brain works slower the moment it got more complicated!
We laughed at it and concluded that indeed a male is only good to execute orders from a much more evolved female due to his limited brain capacity. Myriam made him confirm his lower intellectual capacities although he has an university degree…..hahahahahahaaaaa……

Lady Contessa Pat and Madam Myriam

The leaving of a slave

male pigs mismanaging a company cost Me hundred of thousands euros!!!!!! That became clear a few days ago when a firm that still had to pay a few hundred of thousands euros for delivered goods went bankrupt. So I had to release My anger on a male! That is why I ordered wim to lick My riding boots after I had been walking in them in the manege. I knew this was hard for him, but I was in a mood and into a whipping! I called him because I knew like that, I was going to win anyway. Or he did as I ordered and I would have broken him when it came to licking clean My dirty riding boots, or he refused, and I had My outlet valve by half an hour full force whipping!
When he entered the room, I ordered him to kneel down and start licking My left riding boot. Hesitatingly, he told Me that he didn’t like that and that he’d do anything for Me but not eating or licking dirt. Of course that only increased My anger and I asked him if he then preferred a whipping to the bone. To My surprise he told Me that he didn’t want either of it and just wanted to leave. At that moment I realized I had made a mistake. Not only was I going to loose the best human steed I ever had, but also I had forgotten to cuff him so he simply could walk away without a deserved punishment. Outraged, about that, I started to whip him back and forth with a crop I had in My hands, but as he apparently had decide not to stay with Me, he could simply use his arms and hands to protect his body and face to get hit. To My frustration, it was clear that a man like him is much stronger than Me when it comes to brutal force and that a whip alone is very inefficient as a weapon. It was new to Me that the whip did not give Me absolute power over someone! And for the first time in My life, I was facing the fact that I could whip My slaves only because they allowed Me to do so (unless I cuffed and chained them of course).
So, besides that cold shower, I also lost a very attractive slave. he left Me with a feeling of regret and pure anger. Do I need to tell that marc and jan paid for it?
And all this just because a few fools mismanaged a company resulting in huge financial losses!

Lady Contessa Pat

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)