London with Hans

A few months ago, I was in Manchester and since the guy that was supposed to accompany Me turned out to be only interested in My riding skills and was not prepared to accept me as a superior Mistress, I had allowed a German guy to join Me. He was found to be prepared to take a plane to meet and accompany Me for only one evening (without any further promises, nor perspective for a further relationship). 

Since travelling is far easier with this “servant” than with a real slave (real slaves full of scars and bruises and the items to keep them under heel can be a problem with customs), I have taken him for My short trips along already a few times.

He is not a real slave (he does not want Me to whip him or punish him in another way) but behaves very submissive and obedient to Me and treats Me like a Queen. In a confined hotel room he does not hesitate to thow himself at My feet and kiss My boots as a sign of adoration and submissivity. And if I want it (and only if I clearly indicate that I want it!) his kisses go further up….

Like that he has given me already a few fantastic nights.

On the millennium bridge (by Hans)

A few weeks ago We were in London again and after another great night with him (during the day I was in meetings with a company) I asked him to come over to My place (last weekend).

So on Saturday, he had come all the way from Northern Germany and he got Me a very nice  bouquet of dark red roses.

As a reward for his long trip, I ordered jan to clean his car thoroughly while I showed him around My house and domain, of course marc at My heels

He told Me right away that he liked to see marc at My heels and that  he found it extremely arousing to see a woman using a slave the way I do. Next I told him that he was allowed to kiss My boots as a greeting. He went down immediately and eagerly and he kissed My riding boots with passion.

After having drinks served by marc, we talked about My and his expectations and how he felt about Me having two male slaves. To My delight (but in fact I already knew this), he told me he didn’t care and even found Me more attractive by that! Of course I asked him if he’d be prepared to punish them for Me if I asked him to do so and without hesitation, he immediately told Me, he’d do anything with them if I said so. I gave him My little crop and nodded towards marc to proof that his words were sincere. Without hesitation he hit marc three or four times. To check the result, I ordered marc to lift his shirt, and indeed hans had not spared My slave. Some nice fresh redish stripe could be seen. To emphasize My power I took the whip and hit marc full force creating a far more distinguished weal. “Nothing beats the real Mistress” was his comment. Pleased with the outcome of our talks, I took him to the riding stables and introduced him as “a friend”. I allowed him to watch Me riding in the riding arena before I took off with a few friends for our afternoon ride. In the mean time, Hans had a drink in the bar of the manege until we came back.

The London Eye by Hans

Back home, I had him pulled off My riding boots and I threw them at jan to take care of them (he knew what to do with them). I took Hans upstairs to help Me change My clothes. About an hour later, we came back down and left for diner in one of My favourite restaurants. It was funny to go there with someone like Hans since I always come there with business-relations or other people that do not know about My secret life. I was a bit nervous about it (afraid that someone might notice My special relationship with Hans), but he behaved like a real gentleman.

Anyway, around 9 we went back home and unlike My original plans, I allowed Hans to stay the night.

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

After the game,  We went to the bar for new refreshments including oysters and champaign, and listened how each of Us had managed to frighten our slaves to death. Hilarious! one of the slaves appeared even to have wet himself! Around midnight, most of Us went to bed after having choosen extra services from the hired slaves or our own slaves.

Since I was tired I dismissed jan and marc after they had tied up My room and I went to sleep, but for instance Myriam made good use of the offer and I heard that dirk had to watch how She’d enjoyed Herself with two other slaves…

The ones that were not “needed” by One of Us (like marc and jan) had to go to the kitchen and slept on the floor together with the others.

Of course, in the morning marc was standing guard at the My door, paying attention for any sound of Me. As soon as I am awake, I ring a little bell and he knows he is summoned to enter the room and offer his services.

Some of Us have their slave sleeping in their room in case they’d need something, but I prefer to be alone in My room unless I am into special or sexual services. I think every Mistress should see for Herself how She likes it.

Other slaves were ordered to prepare an exquisite buffet for Our breakfast.  Around 10, All of Us (except for Myriam and Mistress Julie) were in the restaurant. Madam Carla clearly was pissed because of having a headache and blamed her slave johan for it and when he did not get her an aspirine in time, she hit him a few times with her crop and asked if one of us could whip him for her. Madam Petra offered her “services” and whipped the slave very hard. Anyway, out of proportion with the error he made. But, Madam Petra was eager to show her skills with the whip together with her dedication to please her friend.

After the breakfast, the slaves had to tidy up the whole hotel and after an hour or so, We made a kind of inspection tour. Each time we entered a room, the responsible slaves had to sit and wait at the side on their knees, presenting their hands in front.

Facilitate Us to whip their hands in case of Someone was malcontent with something. Around two, the additional slaves were sent home and We took off for a nearby restaurant. Our personal slaves were dropped at a manege (riding stables) to prepare horses for Us so that We did not loose too much time between our lunch and afternoon ride. Carla and Mistress Julie left Us after lunch since they don’t ride. So after extensive hugs and kisses, We took off for a nice ride through woods, silent meadows and pitoresque villages. After about two hours, We returned to the manege and all went back home after saying goodbye to each other.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

As promised, the remainder of Our weekend in Liege:

For the third “game”, a new lottery was organized and another slave was attributed to each of Us. Like that,  johan, Carla’s slave was given to Me.  The game was the same like the first one, but it was the idea to make them talk out of fear without actually touching them. A “psychological torture game” Charlotte called it. Of course the slaves did not know that and they thought that the threats we made to them was actually all bluff. I don’t know what the Others said to “convince” the slaves, but when I threatened him to kick him in the face with My boots he did not hesitate to tell Me his secret word “Herrin”, German for Mistress.

I must admit that I cheated a bit on this since I knew about the little game in advance and had therefore adapted My outfit a little bit. Since I know that slaves are scared to death to get kicked with hard boots, I had changed boots and took the ones My slaves call My “Piercers”. Thigh highs with a tip specially “prepared” with a sharp metal point (see picture). “The most frightening boots ever seen” a slave once called them! and I thought these would be excellent to make a slave tell me anything I want….

So, after I had  johan’s hands and feet strapped on the back, I pushed him down making him laying immobile and defenseless on the floor. His whole body including his face fully exposed to My lovely “Piercers”! I simply had to threaten him that I’d kick him all over, including his face if he did not tell Me his secret word. And when I stamped hard on the floor centimeters from his face making the wooden floor reverberating he told Me, tears in his eyes!  Triomphantically I hurried to the lounge with the idea that I had won again. But, to My surprise, I saw Carla already sitting in a chair with the smile of an Empress that just had beaten her opponent.



My “Piercers” with the marks of the heels!

She had simply told dirk (Myriam’s slave) that she’d shave him bold and kick his balls to pulp! Nothing more! I don’t know if she knew, but dirk is scared to death to get kicked (I know from his period with Me), especially when wearing spurs. On top of that, Myriam told Me that she had spoken to him about Carla as a very cruel and ruthless Nazi-type Mistress who does not hesitate to beat and kick her slaves black and blue! Of course dirk was scared to death for Her even before she had said a word to him! Not surprised that She won! However, Myriam told Me that She’d punish him for that and that I could come over for My revenge on him at home whenever I wanted. I told her I’d make good use of that offer!

Anyway, I ended second in this one…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation Weekend

After exchanging ideas and experiences how We had managed the first (and main) interrogation contest, Charlotte explained the  next “game”. Therefore She introduced  a special electric device most of Us seemed already to know. Electrodes were placed on the slave’s body and One by One we got the remote control and could ask two questions. We could decide to give him an electroshock or not whether We liked his answer or not. Big big fun!!!!!!

Like that, the seven extra slaves that Charlotte had foreseen were interrogated, many of them on their most intimate secrets and dreams, some of them were forced to dance naked in front of us, some were made to sing (embarrassing!) and one or two even were forced to tell Us the number of their bank account (although I am sure nobody will take advantage of that; nobody made notes)….

And as the “organizer” of the event, Charlotte invited Me to tell for each slave where to fix the electrodes. No need to tell you that nipples and balls were My favorites….

Afterwards, they were told to crawl towards Us and kiss our boots and shoes to thank Us for not “frying” them with the device…… really big fun!!!

  

But of course that was not the end of the day yet.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

(to be continued)

 

Interrogation Weekend

As promised, the remainder of Our lovely weekend.

 

On Saturday afternoon, We went for a paintball-game We had considered to go riding, but since two of Us do not really ride (Carla and Julie really should start taking course!), we decided for the paintball-thing. Of course We had taken the men to act as our opponents, but they were warned: if one of Us gets a spot of paint, even the tiniest, they’d face a punishment beyond imagination! So they were more like helpless prey than real opponents. Anyway, it was fun shooting at them and covering some of them in paint by shooting with four or five at the time at them at short distance. It appears to hurt….. sissyboys!

But then after diner, “interrogation night” came….!!!! For the occasion, most of Us had changed into an appropriate outfit. Like Carla, who showed up in the most sexy and probably for the slaves intimidating outfit. I had seen her before in her Nazi-uniform but never realized how brutally sexy She was in it. I always thought it only radiated sadism and infinite power. Maybe it was the combination with Her high heeled boots? Anyway, when I saw Her, I felt sorry I did not go for that as well instead of My casual outfit.

All of Us had put our name on a paper, together with  a secret word that was only known by each of Us and Our slave. As already explained, it was the slave’s task to keep it secret and not reveal it to another Mistress. So We put the papers in a special box that was closed. Then We drew numbers to see whose slave We’d be questioning. I had number 3 which meant that Marlon’s slave, thomas, a good looking thirty something slave. Since his native language was the same as Mine I was able to questioning him in My own language.

After the little “lottery”, We All withdrew in Our own “room” and We had five minutes to bind, cuff, chain, fix or “prepare” our “subjects”. After this five minutes, we came back to the lounge, had a final drink wishing each other success and klaus, Charlotte’s slave gave the starting sign.  Originally, We thought of Charlotte or Myself as a referee, but We could not

withhold any of Us such an exciting game! So klaus, Charlotte’s personal slave it was. We all hurried to Our room and then, maybe the most mercyless cruel, brutal, but arousing….. ten minutes at the same time in one place took place. Each room an erotic orgy of cruelty, brutality and sadism.

Although thomas was said to be a tough slave, I did not have to go that far, because after only four or five lashes in his face, he already begged Me to stop and told Me his secret word was “Bullepees” (Dutch for bullwhip). So I hurried to the lounge. To My delight no other “Chatte” was present which meant that I had won! Afterwards, Marlon told Me that probably she had too much frightened thomas for Me and that he’d probably already shit himself the moment his number was drawn and connected to Me. Nevertheless: I won!  

Less than a minute later, to My surprise, it was Madame Petra who came through the door.  She did not do much trouble to hide the blood on her whip and Her being second was even more remarkable since her “prey” was Carla’s slave whose back clearly showed that he was used to extremely hard whippings! But maybe We all were a bit foolish because after more than fifteen minutes, Myriam and Marlon had not arrived yet. They’d probably had the most fun with their slaves or at least they had enjoyed it much longer!

Since We decided long ago to keep Our meetings picture-free,

I cannot show you pictures, but nothing’s wrong with showing

 marc’s front, the day after….

And poor marc? he was “interrogated” by Herrin (=Mistress) Carla and really had done his best not to let Me down. As a result, his front and nipples were beaten bloody and he excused himself thoroughly to Me for revealing the secret word. I did not care. I had won!

 

(To be continued)

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Liege

Visit at the exclusive wine cellar!

As you probably all know: last weekend, We had Our long expected “interrogation weekend”! I think there is no need to tell you it was fantastic. Although officially I Myself was the organizer, Charlotte had exceeded Herself!

First of all, as the “organizer” I already met Charlotte at the hotel We had rented exclusively for the weekend on Friday evening.
Together with marc and jan I was welcomed by Her and two of Her slaves
First she showed Me the hotel and its “facilities” and then I had a tete a tete diner with her, served by the four very experienced slaves.
Since the intimacy was guaranteed, after while (and sufficient alcohol), We decided to take off Our pants and have our slaves licked and served our pussy.
After fifteen minutes or so, We both were so hot that We went to bed,… together, accompanied by jan and her favorite, klaus.
I will not go into details on this, but the sensuality of the soft black leather bustiers and the extremely sexy skyhigh glossy thigh high boots she had foreseen made it one of the most erotic nights in My life! 
In the morning a most exquisite breakfast was served and around noon, the extra slaves arrived.
Less than an hour later, our first Guests arrived as well. First there was Mistress Carla, who was accompanied by a gorgeous looking slave-stud, brian, who carried her as a 2-leg-human pony. She was sitting atop him and he had to bend his knees to pass the doors since Carla did not make a single effort to stoop or so.
Also My former slave dirk was there. Myriam obviously had been telling him to excessively thank Me for the invitation since he kissed My boots frantically when entering and thanked me extensively. I even had to push him away and kick him a bit to make him stop.
By 2 o’clock, all invitees were comfortably sitting in the lounge, while our personal slaves were running back and forth in order to fulfill Our Ladies requests. Being well trained, they knew that a Lady’s request is a slave’s order…. Most of our hired slaves were used as footstool or were cleaning our boots.

The rest is food for later.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Interrogation weekend

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As I said before We will have an “Interrogation Weekend”  in two weeks! Since I am eager to show My skills in this kind of discipline, I can hardly wait!

However, the only questions I have right now is what to wear. I wonder what a good Interrogator outfit would be. Any suggestions? I’d love to know your opinion on it! To make it easy I have a few suggestions, but other ideas always are very welcome!

 

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I think this will be an appropriate “Interrogator-outfit”

Lady Contessa Pat