Riding trainer

My riding trainer????

A few days ago one of My online “admirers” send Me a drawing, representing Myself and a kind of device to practice One’s riding skills. I wad lighted with it and it contained so much nice details (he had highlighted them in his accompanying letter).

He mentioned My riding boots with GOLDEN spurs, his tongue offered, the reins attached to his balls, the zipper in My leather jodhpurs,…

It was based on the scenery and topics in My Yahoo-group (LCPCF). I wonder if it would be possible to buy a device like that, or if someone could make such a thing.

Lady Contessa Pat

Punishing Hans

Last night I met the German guy, that I was seeing for a few months, in a dungeon in Koln.

Since he had not told Me about his marriage (he is into a divorce procedure right now) I had told him I’d only consider meeting him again if I could punish him seriously for his errors. Although he is not a slave like most subs, he had agreed with that without much objection.

Probably he knew that I would never give in on this and that it was the only way of seeing Me again. 

So last night I met him in a dungeon in Koln.

Before I started, I made an agreement with him that I’d decide whether I’d go further with him or not after the punishment he deserved. We also agreed on a no limit punishment although he was going to tell Me when he could no longer stand it. But then it would be up to Me whether to stop or not. Afterall it had to be a real punishment!

First, as appetizer, I had his hands.  I made him present them in front of him for My quirt and I hit them full force. Of course he was not allowed to withdrew them and to My surprise, he managed to obey My order for at least ten hits. Believe Me, that is not obvious, especially not for someone who had never been beaten with a whip like that. Believe Me, I know.

Then, prior to the start of the serious action, I had him secured to a whipping rack. As soon as he was securely chained, the fun started.

I had brought a few special whips I hardly use because of their cruelty and after half an hour, he knew what I meant with “a serious punishment” and he was crying like a baby, begging Me to stop, promising Me everything. Of course that was not the moment I stopped whipping him….yet. However, to be honest, I must admit that from that moment on, I decreased the intensity of the lashes. Afterall I did not want to destroy him as I still have plans with him. So about five minutes later, I made him kiss My leather encased whiphand (I often wear gloves when whipping a slave seriously to prevent blisters on My hand) and told him that I was satisfied with the punishment. 

Then I left the whipping room and left him secured like that. I had arranged with  the Dungeon Mistress to release him only 30 minutes after I had left.

So I had plenty of time to have a drink and chat with the Dungeon Mistress. Although being a proDomme, she appeared to be a real sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain. But, She also told Me that the feeling of superiority, the power of being in charge, the power to do with your subjects as you like, the feeling when a slave licks Your boots clean, was the reason why she did it. She explained that like that, living her desires also brought her good fortune. From the amount Hans had to pay, I agree that it is a lucrative business! 

Before I left I had ordered him only to contact Me again after he had fully recovered from the whipping. Only after that, I’d decide whether to see him again or not.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Clean boots

A few days ago, I heard a discussion between two novice riders in the manege. One was making a remark on the dirty boots of her friend and said that she always wanted to have clean boots for riding. I intervened and told them that in My opinion riding with dirty boots showed little respect for the sport. No need to say that I will never become best friends with the woman. Not that I care.

I indeed think riding in dirty boots is a disgrace to the nobility of the sport and lack of respect for it! The ones doing so are unworthy to ride horses and every horsewoman with selfrespect should always have her boots clean and shiny when mounting a horse. Of course I know that during a ride (or walk around the stables), boots can get dirty, but I am referring to people that arrive at the manege in boots that haven’t been seen polish for weeks! 

I know that I am in a priviledged position since I have two slaves that keep My boots spic & span without having to look at it. But I am sure that most horsewomen could get someone to do this for them. It is only conservatism of our society that puts pressure on the idea and withholds most women from making use of that possibility.

As you know, not My problem

Lady Contessa Pat

Visit of Lady Petra

Last weekend Lady Petra was again with Me. She came over from Germany for two days and had brought her personal slave carl along. A 30-something stud. I had the impression that she wanted to show him to Me and especially his capacities as ponyboy. Because she immediately proposed to ride him during the weekend and have a race like we had a few months ago. It sounded like a revenge for our little races a few months ago, but I didn’t care. Afterall, games are always fun….

And indeed he was a real slavehorse: all muscles and tanned. And when I raced them (with jan) we had no chance. carl was at least 20 cm taller and 20 kg heavier than jan while I am sure that also Petra herself weighs at least 15 kg less than Myself.

After she had shown their riding skills, she offered Me to ride him as well. What a stability! I could feel the power under Me! and he was so well trained! he reacted woith the slightest touch with My calves or spurs and he noticed the change of My centre of gravity like a real horse! So I rode him for more than thirty minutes around My property.

In the evening I took her to a fancy restaurant and when We came home, We got our slaves out of their cages for some “sensual” toying….

On Sunday,  I took Petra to a former prison camp not that far away. As a German she was a bit reluctant to visit it, but I could convince her that she had no fault in what happened and that it would be very rewarding to visit such a place with Our slaves.

So, after an extensive brunch, we drove to the place. When we walked through the central corridor, it was nice to hear Our boots resounding loud on the cobblestones. Maybe some of you may find it a bit strange, but the sound made Me hot and it made Me think of My fantasy group.

I asked Petra and our slaves if they noticed it as well and Petra told Me that She could imagine how it must have been walking the place. Hearing Our boots resound menacingly. Seeing the prisoners around on their knees, knowing that We could do to them as We’d  like….  I think that with these words Her timidity towards the camp subsided and she no longer let the true origin of the place spoil her feelings and sexual arousal that came with it.

In one of the barracks, Petra told Me that there was some dirt on My boots.

In front of the camp (with kind permission of Lady Petra)

Of course she had looked around prior to her “noticing” if there were no other people around. So carl immediately went down and licked My boot, removing the “dirt” and dried the wet spot with his sleeve. Then she kicked him on the ass and told him that he should beg Me to kiss My other boot as well. As a result I ordered jan to do the same with Petra’s boots. Hilarious! Having two slaves licking our boots in a public place…. it made Me even hotter than I already was and I couldn’t help kissing My Friend and thank her. Later that evening, she told Me that it had made her hot as well. Unfortunately, voices further down the corridor broke the momentum and we left the room like two couples…

Lady Contessa Pat 

Germany

Last weekend, I was in Germany again to meet My German Domme Friends. We were asked each of Us to bring as many slaves as We liked and that slaves who could take much pain, especially whipping, would be benificial.

The main reason for this was a kind of pokerplay (We already played before) where the stakes was not money, but whiplashes for our slaves. So at the beginning We had to estimate how much whiplashes our slaves (together) could take and depending on this We got plastic coins for the number We’d expect. Each of us another color.

These coins could be used as stakes in the poker play and at the end (or during the game) the coins could be exchanged for ….whipping fun!  I had been a bit careful with marc and jan and only had put fiufty lashes (each) so they were more or less spared, but some, like Mistress “Herrin” Carla,  had put 500 and more on one of Her slave’s head!  I don’t have to explain how this slave looked like at the end.

But the poker game and its “results” was only at the end of our lovely weekend. Before that, We also had a whipping game. A game I had “played” before with My French Friends and that I had introduced to “les Chattes Bottees” Myself on an earlier occasion as. Simple but fun to “play”: the slaves had to hold a (soldier)toy in their hands while We had to try to whip it out of their hands  And of course our slaves had to serve Us throughout the weekend in the usual way a Mistress is served by slaves. Concerning this, a hard test was when Petra’s slave had to hold Her dinner-tray with Her glass in front of him, arms stretched. For more than an hour! After a while he started sweating and breathing deep and somewhat later tears ran over his cheeks, but he managed until She allowed him to stop. I think it lasted more than an hour. But, as soon as We saw the ordeal, We ordered Our slaves to do the same. Of course not all were strong enough or used to this kind of task and could not hold. As a result, nearly all slaves got punished for lousy performance. Especially Charlotte’s slave, who could not hold it after ten minutes or so, was whipped hard by his Owner. I also had to punish jan since he as well only hold the plate for fifteen minutes or so. marc did a bit better.

Anyway, when We left on Sunday afternoon, once again We had had a very pleasant and interesting weekend in Germany.

Lady Contessa Pat

Kiss it!

P.S. Since so many of you asked of a picture of Me in leather pants, I publish this picture of Me in leather pants from a few years ago. The picture was meant to say to someone”Kiss My ass!”

Happy 2015

Me and two good friends

I wish all of you a peaceful and prosper 2015 and I hope that you all had a nice Chistmas and New Years Eve.

Just received some pictures from My friends taken on New Years Eve. As usual: much attention from drunken men when out without male chaperone! Why do these stupid vanilla males always see a single woman as a catch?????

But those that tried were very mistaken: I am the predator, not the prey!

Lady Contessa Pat

frank

Yesterday I met frank again, but rather soon it was clear that he is rather a slave than suitable to become My servant and assist Me keeping My slaves under heel.

 

As agreed, I had picked him up at a remote place about ten kilometers from where I live and had blindfolded him. Then, We had put him on the backside and Myriam made sure that he kept down. The blindfold was only removed when we were inside.

As soon as he had visual again, he dropped to his knees and tried to kiss My boots, but I kicked him and told him that kissing My boots was only allowed when I granted it and that I’d expect him to beg for it! Which he immediately did. Next I showed him the house and introduced him to jan and marc who on their turn kissed frank’s shoes on My sign. As I had explained to frank during a previous meeting, I’d expect him to manage My household when at My house and thus he’d be their boss. So some submissivity from My slaves towards him was normal. But, instead of enjoying, he looked a bit surprised, so I told him that he’d better make them work hard because I might hold him responsible for anything that was not according to My wishes in the household (when under his supervision). He seemed to be a bit reluctant to accept all this so I gave him the choice and asked whether he’d prefer to whip jan or get whipped by Me. The fool choose the latter so I had cuffed and fixed him and blindfolded him again. He immediately realized his mistake and ten minutes later, he cried and begged Me to stop!

When I stopped I gave the whip to jan who was next to Me all the time. Then I removed frank’s blindfold and started laughing at him. When he saw the whip in jan’s hands, he started to cry like a baby and he went down on his knees as if totally broken. The idea that jan had been whipping him seemed unbearable to him and he begged Me to release him and bring him back.

I called Myriam back in and after half an hour, I had him blindfolded again, recuffed his hands and drove him back to where I had picked him up. Another disappointment after problems I had with another “servant”….

 

Lady Contessa Pat