Interrogation in London

Relaxing in the interrogation room

When I was talking to Mistress Jane a few weeks ago, she told Me that she as well liked uniforms

As a result I promised her that I’d bring My SS-uniform next time I’d come to the club.

However, when I visited them last week, I did not really dare to take it in My luggage and risk it to be found. So instead I had brought an outfit that ressembles it a bit. An outfit that at least radiates the atmosphere that must have occurred in those days. 

Also I did not dare to bring My spurs and whip, but especially for the whips, that was no problem since they have plenty of good ones at the club.

When I arrived, Jane had a pleasant surprise for Me. Althought I had not brought My real Nazi-outfit, she had thought I would and had  foreseen an “appropriate slave”.

A slave to “interrogate” in a way that would match My SS-uniform! And therefore she had found Me the perfect slave: middle age businessman who had already visited her a few times and was into total and brutal humiliation. 

He was already bound naked to a chair when I came in the room and Jane asked Me to be My assistant and teach Her how to make someone like him “talk”.

So We decided to make him tell Us the internet password for his mails. As soon as I said to him what I wanted, he frantically claimed that this was not agreed and that it was not appropriate, that he paid for the treatment,…. But as agreed with Mistress Jane, I did not care about his pleas.

As a result, I started to whip his body with a crop and a small singletail. First somewhat teasing, but soon creating red welts all over him. After only a few minutes, I felt that he’d be no challenge and that he’d give in as soon as I’d mean business! (Also I realized that Jane had choosen him because of his fetish to be humiliated and not because of his pain threshold).

So first I just tortured him mentally by telling him what I’d do to him and that I’d torture him harder and harder and that I would not hesitate to damage him, that if he didn’t give in soon, he would no longer be able to go swimming in public,… and I ordered Jane to take a laptop. We spit in his face, forced him to drink water We both had spit in, threw a glass of urine in his face (we told him it was Jane’s piss, but actually it was some apple juice), … and all the time yelled at him. Then I switched to a slightly higher level and started hitting his hands that were fixed to the armrests with My whip and I told him that he’d bend or break anyway.  That I’d cause visible wounds over his body, including his face,… While Jane said something like “Oh no Pat, that’s too cruel, the soft skin of his face is no match for your hard whip! it will rip it open like a ripe melon”,  he got nearly crazy and started crying like a baby!

Since I realized that was the moment to flip him over, I brutally yelled at him and hit him rather hard in the face with My quirt. I admit that it was harder than actually meant, but it had the desired effect and he broke already after that first hit (he clearly was no “painslut”).

Jane, who already had her laptop, checked immediately, gave in his password, but determined that it did not work. As a result I hit him again, but harder, two times in the face making him cry even more in panic and when Jane asked Me nonchalantly “Is that blood?” he finally broke and told Us about the capitals that were needed in his password. Jane checked again and nodded affirmative to Me with an admiring look and congratulated Me with the result.

Since We were not really after his password, We freed his hands right after his confession and allowed him to change it on the laptop.

Next, he was allowed (or forced?) to watch how both of Us whipped a slave at the rack until bleeding and We allowed him to jerk off in the mean time, which he did fanatically….

“Next time She will have your bankcodes!!!!” Jane said when the guy had paid and left the club.

It was another great night at the club.

Lady Contessa Pat

BTW I will be back in London next week and will have a another visit at the club (with a new (local) servant). But then I will be in riding gear since he will also accompany Me to the riding club I found near London for a horseback ride. Yiiehaaaaa! 

A day in Holland

Although We had planned it months ago, We did’t find a location big enough to host and organize the big party (with Olympic Games) as We’d like to. So, a few weeks ago, We had already decided to postpone it, but keep looking for a suitbale location.

However, We had decided to meet as usually in June anyway. So last weekend, I went to Holland to meet “Les Chattes Bottees” at Marlon’s, one of My Domme Friends.

At first it felt that there was some tension over the fact that one of the most promising events could not take place while I have a domain that is more than big enough so I explained why I did not want the event to take place at Mine. After some discussions everyone eased a bit and when Charlotte suggested to cool down our anger on the slaves that were present, We seemed to have forgotten our disagreements and the slaves got a few good lashings! As Our host, Marlon again had gotten several very good slaves. I always get the impression that Dutch men are the best slaves when it comes to taking humiliations and punishment. I remember having beaten a few black and blue before at Marlon’s whithout any complains. I know She has very good contacts in the BDSM-scene and therefore very good supply!

By then We already had agreed to try out some of the games We had planned and would for sure do in the future after lunch. This was a real  feast served by three gorgeous naked slavegirls(!) and before it was even finished, Marlon suggested to “reward” the slavegirls for their excellent food by allowing them to whip the male slaves (as a matter of fact they were ordered to do so by Marlon). We all agreed and it soon appeared that although they were submisssives, two of them realy liked whipping the other slaves, while a third one was a bit more reluctant and Marlon warned her to whip harder. If not, she would be whipped herself by her Mistress. it seemed to have some effect, because after that, the girl whipped the slave far harder than before. Later in the evening, Marlon offered the girls to lick the Ones amongst Us to orgasm and use them for more sexual services. She told Us that her sluts were well trained to please any woman. And…indeed, they were good!

Anyway,  after being whipped by the slavegirls, the male slaves were lined up to do some push-ups. Under Our “professional” guidance….hahahahaaaaa…

Next We had a 4 legged-ponyrace, with and without riders. Unfortunately the limited space made a good 2-legged race impossible. Nevertheless, the races went on until around four when we had delicious “vlaai”. A kind of pie, a specialty from the region. After a while, Lady Petra decided to give her slave also some. She though some on the floor and put her boot in it. Next he was “allowed” to eat it from her black leather boot and the floor. Another slave got the pie smeared in his face.

After Our “tea-time” We enjoyed Ourself watching the slaves having a rope-pulling contest. It started as a ordinary one, but it did not take that long before the ropes were attached to balls and cocks! Two slaves even got a fine rope attached to their nipple rings! Fun fun fun!!!!!

To finish, the nice day, the slaves were cuffed and attached to a thick metal chain fixed around a large pilar in the house.    While We went to a restaurant, all our slaves were like that stashed in one and the same room. “Must get stinking in there after a while with so many males….” We joked while enjoying Our food.

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

London Nightlife

Since I was back in London last week for a few business meetings, I went again to the club I had been visiting a few times already by now. At request, they provide slaves to play with during the visit and since I was alone in London, I grabbed this opportunity. Since I found the slaves I had last time not that good, I had told the management so.

As a result, she offered Me a slave of whom she said she was sure he’d meet My expectations. he belonged to one of the proDommes who works in the club. She was so kind and let Me borrow her slave for about two hours (of course I paid fot it) and offered to play together with Our slaves. So I had her personal slave (who indeed was very well trained) while She toyed with a customer of hers.

Me in My new leather bustier

Since I had planned to have a night in the club, I had bought a nice new leather bustier that matched very well with My leather pants. I felt hot and sexy and very powerful in it which boosted My sadism. 

We had them fetch Us drinks and made them jump at Our whims while urging them all the time whipping them around,  made them do push-ups while whipping them, used them as ponyboys (both four-legged and two-legged) and raced them like that,….

At a certain moment, she invited Me to a special room where she lowered her knickers squated and started to piss on the floor (especially adapted and designed for that). When she was finished, her (customer) slave had to lick Her piss from the floor, while she whipped him. I watched it all the time while sitting on her (regular) slave’s face. She asked Me several times to relieve Myself like that, but only after I had gotten a bit drunk and I had to go to the toilet anyway, She could persuade Me to have My leather pants taken off and piss into her slaves’ mouth while he was laying on the floor with open mouth. Although I had pissed in a mouth before, it was so arousing. Must have been the booze or maybe it was the presence of Jane and the erotism she radiated, combined with the fact that she caressed Me while pissing on her slave. After I had finished, the other slave (who had been whipping dry his face with his shirt) had to remove the last drops and remains from My pussy. After that, Jane thanked Me, kissed Me passionately and We left the two slave to clean up and went for a drink in the bar, where several slaves were available for further service. We had Our boots thoroughly cleaned and I had a long chat with Mistress Jane.

Lady Contessa Pat

Testing weekend

david’s shirt after Our “walk”

Last weekend, I met one of the guys that will be one of My extra slave on the slave Olympics. I had taken him for a hiking in the Ardennes together with Myriam and her slave dirk.

Like that, I would be able to test him thoroughly during the walk. I could test, amongst others, his strength and stamina during a more than 30 minutes ponyride on his shoulder, uphill and downhill!

I was very disappointed that I had forgotten My spurs at home, but that seemed to be no problem since he was in good shape, rather athletic and very obedient. So I did not really need them to speed him up. he was also good in cleaning boots he managed to clean My boots several times during the hiking tour  although they had gotten real dirty and We stopped each time there was a possibility to take a seat. I think he cleaned them about six or seven times in about two hours, using his shirt for the thick mud, and his tongue for the fine final touch (as we did not have shoeshine with Us of course).

Also, we stopped regularly to make our slaves do some exercices. Like that they could do push-ups, sit-ups,… Exercices we also made them do several times back in the hotel. There I also could test his “obedience” by making him drink our “wine”.  Basically david had Mine, while dirk of course had to drink his Mistress’. Although when their glass was nearly finished, they had to switch so david also had a taste of Myriam’s (dirk already had been drinking My pee a few times before).

Push ups after Our hiking trip 

To tease them, they had to tell the difference in taste between Me and Myriam. david found Mine somewhat more “tastier” and more “champaign-like” (I think he didn’t dare to say otherwise), while dirk told Us that Myriam’s was a bit sweeter and saltier. “The way I like it” he said. Afterall he is well–trained slave!

Lady Contessa Pat

Preparation

“Helping” dirk a bit to loose weight and train him to

 perform for his Mistress during the “slave Olympics” 

In order to prepare them a bit for our planned “Olympic Games”, I have ordered My slaves marc and jan to train their stamina and power. So right now they are using the time they are not serving Me or working to sharpen their condition. Like that, I had ordered them to do push-ups with sandbags on their back. It is a proven technique that I also have been using with success to increase the stamina of ponyboys.

So, about a week ago, I had them together with Myriam’s slave do push-ups under Our strict supervision and with some “encouragements” from Our boots and whip.

First We had them kissing the tip of Our boots each time they went down. Like that, jan was kissing My right boot, marc My left one, while Myriam’s slave dirk had to kiss her left and right one alternately (you see why I have two slaves….hahahahahaaaa….)

The one giving up the first of course was punished. Being far overweigh, it was dirk who got a few good whiplashes and I decided to take care of him and subject him to some serious training.

After his double portion of push-ups under My skilled guidance (I imposed the tempo with My boot on his back), I made him run in circles at a leash.  After not more than five minutes, this also seemed to be an ordeal for Myriam’s slave and I warned him that he was going to face some serious punishment in Germany if he’d not perform better! I consulted with Myriam and imposed a strict training program for him to loose weight and strengthen his stamina. We decided that he’d be on the weighing scale every Sunday and that he’d be severely punished if he did not loose a full kilogram each week!

he is now practicing his push-ups and sit-ups daily and  additionally, Myriam brings him to Me now and then to make him run at the longe-cord (she does not have the space to make him run like that).

Good for his health, fun for Us!

Lady Contessa Pat 

The danger of anger

Angry about the canceling of My servant (hans) for My latest trip to London, I had unleashed My anger on My slaves. Undeserved, I realize now. he was just the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had just arrived at home from a ride when I got the phonecall with his miserable excuses. Even before finishing the call, I had thrown it at the wall where it had been broken in pieces. Outraged I had called for marc, but instead it was jan who entered the room excusing himself telling that marc was mowing the lawns.

ordered him to gather and pick up all the pieces from the cell phone. Unfortunately for him, he did not exactly knew where to look (he had not seen where I had thrown the phone) and went the wrong direction.

As a result, I hit him full force with My crop. Because of being surprised, he instinctively lifted his arm to protect his face from the fiery blow. That of course only increased My anger and I started whipping him full force. After a while, he bend down his knees and curled himself like a ball. Of course that was not the best idea, because like that he was down in front of My riding boots! And I started kicking him all over his body. he pleaded and begged Me to stop, but being outraged I only thought of hurting him more! I only came to My senses when I hit him two times hard on the head and he felt unconscious. That moment, My anger changed into panic since I thought that I had kicked him to death! Luckily I saw he was still breathing and called in marc. After a minute or so, he got conscious again and it seemed that, apart form a bleeding noose and some bruises, he was OK.

You cannot imagine what a relief this was to Me because I had been realizing that I would not be able to call for a doctor or bring him to hospital.

I could not risk that they’d see the whipmarks on his body or recognize some of the wounds as marks of My spurs. It would be hard to make them believe the scars had an accidental cause.

So I learned that it is never a good idea to punish a slave when outraged. One should always be calm and sober when punishing a slave and I hope this will never happen again.

Lady Contessa Pat

Riding in the Ardennes

Cleaning My riding boots after a good ride…

Last week, I had summoned the guy I had met a few months ago, while riding, to My place again. Since I clearly felt that he was rather a slave than a servant, but was far from trained into one, I had told him months ago that I’d call and use him whenever I needed him. Initially, I had thought not to do that. However, last weekend, I was in need of a “servant”, so I called him a few days before and took him with Me for a riding weekend in the Ardennes. My regular servant Hans was not available to accompany Me and frank (the new guy) was not (yet?) that deep into slavery like marc and jan. The most important thing however was that he was not yet “marked” like them. After My ride, I had summoned him to My room (we had booked separate rooms) to test his submissivity and loyalty.

First I had him get Me My drink while I took a comfortable seat. As soon as this was done, I ordered him to kiss My boots and lick them clean. Although I had removed most of the dirt before entering the hotel, they were quite dirty and frank had to lick them for more than 30 minutes to get them the way I wanted them before he started to use the polish. In the mean time, I had My drinks and read some pages in My thrilling book.  The day after, one of the co-riders asked Me how I got My boots so nice and shining after our previous ride!

Anyway, after he had polished and I had inspected them, he was allowed to pull them off and I sent him back to his room so I could take My shower relaxed. After half an hour I had called him in again to finish My outfit.

After that,  we went dining together so he could act as My chaperone. To keep him aware of his position, I kicked him now and then with My boots while I had told him not to make anyone around noticing it. From previous experiences, I know that it is hardly impossible to act as if nothing happens while being unexpectedly kicked to the shins. Afterwards he had to show Me his shins to check the effect of My boots on them. I was pleased!

After diner, we went to his room where I continued testing him as My slave.

Amongst others, I had prepared him a little yellow digestive drink after I had been to the bathroom….., had him present his hands for My riding crop and hit his fingers several times with it. To My delight, he did not withdraw his hands and harly moved! Then, I teased his nipples with My riding gloves and pinched them real hard while having ordered him not to make a sound.  They have some special tiny studs on the palm side, to make them extra rough to prevent the reins from gliding in My hands. Nevertheless he did not scream it out and only some soft moaning escaped from his lips! I also slapped him a few times in the face with My riding gloves turning his cheeks into ripe tomatoes in no time. But again, no complains.

Later that night, we had sex after he had made Me orgasm with his tongue.

Lady Contessa Pat