Same boots, same feelings....

I wonder if anyone can tell Me which are Mine and which are Charlotte's

Just to show you that I am on the same wavelength as My German Domme friend: without having said a word on it, during Our latest ride near Aachen We showed up at the manege wearing the same boots! A stableboy took this picture when he remarked it and told Us We looked like sisters. I consider that as trying to flatter Me, because I think Charlotte is a very beautiful woman. And indeed, he had showed more than professional interest in Me and hang around Me to help Me on My horse, strap the saddle,….  he did his best to impress Me with his charm. Unfortunately, I think he was more into vanilla then the more rewarding kind of relationships.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

A useful slave

A useful slave indeed

The picture was sent to Me by an admirer who claims that, like Myself, he feels that BDSM is mainly about fullfilling males fetishes. I couldn’t more agree, although I realize that a Mistress also should have something the subs like. I think that is always the case in a relationship, whether it be a vanilla one or a more thrilling one.

One can call Me egoistic, but to Me a slave is just that creature that makes life easier and more pleasant for Me. It provides Me a relaxed life of fun, sexual and mental fulfillment, without working, household chores, gardening, ….

Nevertheless I realize I can only live this life because there exist men that long to be dominated by a strong Female. Like that, the mutual interest in the relation is created. However, as the sub said, most subs are only looking to fulfill their own desires and only want a “relationship” on their terms. Not to be surprised that they do not find a genuine Dominant Mistress that fits. The only solution for these guys is a ProDomme. And indeed I have seen too many subs like that! The picture d. sent Me therefore is a good example of how a true Mistress-slave relationship should be: the male in service of the Woman! Not because he likes it, but because it makes life better or easier for Her! To Me, this guy is a true slave and this Lady a true Dominant. No half naked model on high heels posing, but a Woman of real flesh and blood just using her slave for Her benefit!

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Lady's delight

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Boots!

An admirer of My strictness sent Me this pic since he knew about My interest in the lifestyle of SS-Guardesses during WW2. “Lifestyle”!!! That means I am NOT sympathizing with the political ideas that are behind this and held up by these women.

But it is the unlimited power they had over the inmates that attracts Me. 

The pic attached is said to show the soles of Hermine Braunsteiner’s boots. She was called “the mare” because she used to kick prisoners with her steel reinforced boots. And, when looking at the picture, can you imagine how it must have been getting kicked with boots like that? Honestly, I’d be delighted to walk through the camp in boots like that, knowing that I could decide on life or death of the prisoners….Hmmmmmm…. Can you imagine the sound they made on the cobblestones? And how I’d tap My whip on them….

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Service!

I want to share with you a picture, My new candidate slave sent Me in the period before I actually met him.

At that time, he said that he’d love to do this for Me, to act as My personal servant simply to make life more easy and comfortable for Me. And indeed it is one of the pictures that made Me decide to see and test him. Someone prepared to walk naked behind Me, carrying My bags or other burden, in the freezing cold (one can see that the grass is frozen), carefully not using the path (as this is only for more precious Ones, like dominant Women) but the ground next to it (animals prefer to walk in the sand), deserves a chance.
Like that, he shows that it is all about the Woman’s comfort and not fulfilling his own desires! And that Ladies and slaves, is the bottom line of modern (consentual) slavery! And that is the kind of slaves I was looking for!!!!!!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Whipping-weekend

As promised, the rest of My weekend at Charlotte’s:

First he was teasing and challenging Us saying that two bitches like us were never gonna make him beg and that he was never gonna kiss our boots, but when I started to use one of My more “blood drawing” singletails, his behavior changed completely. After a few good lashes with it, his back began to show serious cuts and bleeding welts his mocking turned into fear and he started to yell, shout and curse. I don’t know it was the pain or Our comments on the everlasting damage We might create with it. I noticed that this was one of his biggest fears, so I started to exaggerate and said for instance to Charlotte that  I had been scarred a slave so bad that he no longer could sit. It drove him nuts!

But, nevertheless, his pride overtook and although pulling frantically like a madman at his cuffs, he refused to beg Me to stop. At least that was until We had shown him a picture of his bleeding back and I said to Charlotte that I was going to aim at his face. Of course he didn’t know I was winking to My friend and that I had taken another whip. So when I lashed him in the face he yelled like a pig that got skinned (although it was a much softer whip, than the one I had used on his back). And he broke when he got another one over his other cheek and I yelled (acting)  something like “Oh Dear look what a furrow! That will never heal!” he broke in tears and begged to stop and started to cry, admitting that We had won. A sentence We made him say about ten times, louder and louder. And during this, We kept on whipping him (on the back) showing that We’d only stop if it suited Us, not because of his begging. And when Charlotte forced him to kiss her boots, I got this wicked idea and I rubbed the sole of My riding boot over his bleeding back, and presented it for cleaning. I made him lick his own blood!!! And: he did!!!! Even without complaining. The one that was not going to beg, was licking My riding boots clean!!!!! A complete victory! Don’t you agree?  
But Charlotte even went further: She went to the toilet and came back with a full glass! And he drank it till the last drop!!!!
When We rode back to Charlotte’s place, We felt so hot that She called two slaves to come over and serve Us sexually….

Lady Contessa Pat

Now, when I look back at the whipping, I realize that (like before with a to the bone whipping) three phases could clearly be distinguished:

First: selfconfidence  (in this case combined with challenging mocking)

Second: Fear, anger and pride: angry shouting and yelling trying to stop the whipping without having to give in

Last: Surrender: after being broken, crying and begging like a baby, completely subjected to Your mercy

I wonder if some of you have similar experiences or is it just food for psychologists?

 

Whipping-weekend

Although I have little time right now, I cannot wait to share with you the wonderful (whipping) weekend I had.

Some time ago, My friend Charlotte had  met a guy that had challenged her that no woman was able to whip him beyond his limits.  Convinced that nobody can stand a real thorough whipping, she had said that she knew a “whip Mistress” who’d break him in no time. And she referred to …Me! After calling me on it, We pondered the pros and cons and we decided to go for it. If he’d break, Charlotte would win the bet and we’d have our prove that no male could stand our cruelty. If he indeed would stand, We’d have had the cruellest whipping anyone can imagine. We’d win anyway!  My only fear was that he was a kind of painslut, who’d love to get hurt real bad, but even then I knew even these fools break. So on Saturday I went!

From the scars that were all over his body, I immediately could see that he indeed had been whipped seriously before and that We would not need to hold Ourself. As Charlotte had asked, I had brought some extremely hard whips, even one I never dared to use full force, but I took it with Me….in case of…. It was a pity that We had to lash him inside his house, which meant that it was not possible to use Our long bullwhips. However, I had some singletails can be equally damaging if not more than most bullwhips!

We had him handcuffed and attached to a radiator pipe with a four letter lock. Charlotte had figured it all out so We could leave his house quiet and smoothly after the whipping and We’d call him with the combination of the lock when we were safely gone. So he would not be able to turn against Us when we’d release him. he’d have to release himself, and by then We’d be safe and long gone! I had warned her in advance for this, but she managed well to deal with the problem. Another prove that Women are more creative than men! Smarter! The first thing we did (even before introducing) was securing him. At first he didn’t want that, but when Charlotte said that We’d leave then, he agreed.

 

So folks, that’s it for today. I have to go now.

To be continued….

 

Lady Contessa Pat