Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to all My readers! And many good and rewarding “rides” to My Domme Friends!

I, at least, already had a few good “rides” this new year!

First I had this “encounter” with the sub guy at the riding club who has been cleaning My boots (in public). And I already had an interesting ride in the Ardennes with My friend Myriam and frank, another sub that I see now and then. We had taken him with Us to the Ardennes in the van! With the horses hahahahahahahaaaaa…

When We arrived, he had to help Us preparing the horses and had to form a step-up with his folded hands to make us mount easy.

Next, We ordered him to come to a more remote place where we taught him a more proper position to help Us Ladies mount: on all fours forming a footstool! Like that, We used him several times on and off and on and off…. So he got “acquainted to this” we said. Next I had ordered him to clean our boots and tongue-clean Mine for extra shine (after all he is My slave and not Myriam’s). After that, we had a good ride in the sun since it was extremely good weather for the time of the year and when we came back, frank took care of our horses, while we went for a relaxing drink in a cozy café. After a few drinks we got to talk to two gorgeous looking local guys in their mid thirties. After a few minutes it was already clear that they were into more than just a drink and a social talk. After a while one of them said that he fancied horsewomen. “Beautiful horsewomen” he had literally said while his friend told us that he liked our riding breeches and boots but that he feared the crop that I had put into My riding boot. So, after a while I invited them for a diner in our favorite restaurant in the neighborhood. Of course we did not wanted to make them aware of frank so We waited to leave the café after they had left.

When We finally left the café, it had become dark and We took the jeep for one of our favorite restaurants where we met the guys again. In the mean time, frank stayed with the horses all the time.

It was fun and rewarding until, unfortunately, one of the guys got a phonecall from….his wife! And so Myriam’s prospect on a thrilling night vanished with a ring…

After he left, also his friend seemed to feel not that sure anymore and since I did not feel like leaving Myriam alone or so, I started to tell him about how I expected a man to behave in front of a Lady and discussed with Myriam on that sub in the manege and what I did with him. About fifteen minutes later, as I had expected, he told us that it was nice meeting us but that he had to go! I had scared him off with success hahahahahahahahaaaaa…!

Lady Contessa Pat

Christmas Eve

After having a quarrel at  My parents on Christmas Eve, I was pissed (and drunk) when I went home.

When I arrived home, I went straight to My slaves in the cellar. I grabbed one of My more cruel whips and started whipping jan through the bars of his cell. Of course I was not pleased with the fact that he had his clothes on, so I ordered him to take them off and present himself naked for Me. By then they must have sensed that I was a bit drunk and angry and that they were going to pay for My mood. But nevertheless, he obeyed (afterall he is a well trained slave) and I restarted to whip him through the bars, this time creating nice welts on his body each time I managed to hit him (which was not that easy through the bars, but it made it thrilling). He cried and begged Me to stop, but I was far from satisfied at that time and kept on whipping him continuously. I might have launched more than hundred lashes at him and probably 40 of them really hit him, so in the end, he was full of red welts.

But after a while I got another thrilling idea and went for a kind of gun with plastic balls and started to shoot at jan and alternately marc who I by then had ordered to pull off his clothes as well. It was thrilling because they did not know when the next shot was going to come since they had to cover their eyes with a blindfold for safety (not to destroy their eyes).

And since they knew I liked to aim at their balls and penis, they used their hands to cover their manhood. Like that, I sneaked around the cages and fired at them from different and unexpected angles. As I said thrill and fun!

Then I took a long crop, turned to marc and spoke the single word “hands!” and he knew what that meant and he put his hands out between the bars of his cell so I could hit them with My crop. And he knew: withdrawing meant a double portion!

So he let Me beat his hands and fingers black and blue!

After that, I put My boot through the bars and had him kiss it and vow loyalty to Me. And the same went for jan.

I seldom really hurt My slaves without a reason, but since I was angry, I needed to release My frustrations. And although they had nothing to do with it, they were just at the wrong time in the wrong place.

Lady Contessa Pat