Dressage of a new slave

dave tongue-cleaning Myriam’s boots

Dear readers,

Last weekend, I had an experience I thought is worth telling you about.

My Friend Lady Myriam, had met a sub who had signified her that he’d love to become a slave to her. Since she saw some potential in him, she had decided to give it a try with him and offered him to be tested as a slave. Not a 24/7-slave (she does not have the room for a second slave), but a slave that could serve her now and then, whenever she felt like dominating him. So, she had invited him for an afternoon under Our heels.

Indeed, she was so kind to invite Me to assist her in the dressage of this novice slave. No need to say that I was excited about the idea and accepted greedily.

Unlike My original expectations, the guy was much younger and fatter than I expected. Not that this is the most important, but I had expected someone completely different. Although he was unexperienced, he admitted that he had been feeling submissive for all his life, but only recently dared to give in to his feelings (after his wife had died). First, We had him kiss and tongue-clean Our boots, including the soles after we had strolled the garden.

Then, he had to strip in front of Us while We inspected his body running our crops over his fat naked body, humiliating him. Of course, his manhood and nipples got extra attention and to My delight, I could get it big and hard with only the tip of My boot.

Another thing he had to do as a test, was offering his hands to be whipped with our crops. This is one of My main tests for a new slave. I consider useless a slave that does not offer his hands for this or withdraws his hands during the whipping. All decent slaves should be able to stand this since I never hit them full force during this test. I know that hitting hands full force can be very nasty and it is not the idea to damage a new slave from the first day. Nevertheless, I had the impression that Myriam was less merciful and hit much harder than I did. Afterall it was her candidate-slave…

After that, We had a pleasant activity for him in store: We rode him like a four-legged pony. I prefer a 2-legged pony, but dave obviously was not fit enough to carry Me or Myriam like that and it would for sure lead to heavy whipping and spurring and probably serious damage in case he’d fail performing to Our wishes. So I found it better not to order him things that would lead to punishment beyond his limits.

I know, I am too good for this world… hahahahaaaa…).

On top of that, his fat body was very pleasant to sit on: wider and softer, so more comfortable than  the slim bodies I have been riding before.

Anyway, we “trained” and used him as Our ponyslave and rode his back through the house for more than half an hour (until bleeding knees) letting him feel why riders wear spurs and a whip!

At the end of his “training” We had a few races between Me and My Friend Myriam, riding dave and slave dirk. It was clear that he was no match for the fully trained slave that Myriam’s slave dirk is, and as a result, dave’s body and thihs were well marked with Our spurs. Nevertheless, he managed to keep running on all fours for more than an extra thirty minutes with Me or Myriam on his back.

As a last test, he had to show Us that he’d drink Myriam’s piss and We both filled a glass when going to the toilet. Afterwards he had to drink both glasses to the bottom and tell Us how he liked it and which one of the glasses was Myriam’s urine. he guessed right and was rewarded with a kiss on the backside of Our jodhpurs. 

After that he was ordered to leave and kiss Our boots again as a goodbye, which he did exactly as if a full experienced slave.

As soon as he had left, We discussed him and Myriam decided to give him a second try later on.

Anyway, it was a rewarding and exciting afternoon at Myriam’s and I was grateful that she had shared the joy of breaking a new slave with Me.

Lady Contessa Pat

A special punishment

Yesterday, I had to punish My slave marc and instead of just a good whipping, I had something extra for him!

In the afternoon, slave jan and marc had been ordered to clean My cars. No problem, but at a certain moment I saw marc throwing some water towards slave jan. On itself, that did not matter, but part of the water hit the inner side of an open door of My BMW. Of course I could not leave such a thing unpunished and I immediately started whipping him with the crop I had with Me. After I had beaten him like that for a few minutes, I told them to keep on cleaning the car and that I’d punish slave marc later on.

So, about twenty minutes later, he came to Me excusing himself thoroughly telling Me he’d accept any punishment I’d see fit.

As a result, I had him cuffed and chained to a radiator pipe and had ordered slave jan to fetch Me one of My more cruel singletails. Of course he knew what that meant and ten minutes later he was crying like a baby and begging Me to stop. By then his body was crisscrossed with fresh whipmarks. Many of them already showing tiny drops of blood.

Another five minutes later, I lowered the whip and left the room for a refreshing drink. Like that marc could cool down before I released him. However, while I was enjoying a glass of fresh made lemonade, I slightly felt that I had to go to toilet. At that moment the idea came up to add something extra to marc’s punishment and I decided to keep My bladder full.

After I had uncuffed him, I took him to the bathroom and order him into the bathtub. As soon as he laid down in it, I had slave jan remove My breeches and I climbed on top of the bathtub. Standing high above marc, legs spread, I started to piss over him. Like that, I not only soaked him, but My pee burnt in his fresh wounds. he cried and begged Me to be allowed to pour fresh water over his wounds. Of course, I did not give in and watched him “bathe” in My piss. After a while I told him I’d have him showered with fresh water if he’d lap up most of the piss that by then had already gotten pinkish due to the mixing with his blood. he did not hesitate and started to sip and lap up as good as he could. When jan had again taken off My boots and I had pull up My breeches again, I allowed marc to remove the plug and jan to take the shower and clean his fellow slave.

Later on marc had to come to Me. he excused himself for what had happened and thanked Me for the “lesson” he had learned. I had him kiss the tip of My boot as a sign that I considered it case closed.

Lady Contessa Pat

Carnival

As you probably already know: I like carnival, especially the way they celebrate it in the south-east of Holland and Germany.

Like every year I went there and met My German  Domme Friends. However, this year, We were invited by Our Friend Marlon went to Maastricht, a city in the south-east of Holland.

We were welcomed in th eafternoon by her and her two Asian slavegirls immediately offered themselves for “services”. servant hans, who arrived about half an hour later was reprimanded and punished for being late and thus leaving Me without personal slave for about half an hour. My German Friend Carla called it “unverzeihlich” (inexcusable) and whipped him for letting Me, Her Friend, down and putting Germans in a bad light! Also two other slaves were lashed for lack of enthousiasm when kissing Our boots at arrival. Especially Lady Charlotte showed no mercy with Carla’s slave johan who she claimed had not kissed her boots passionately.

Apart from the whippings as a welcome to the slaves, one of the first things Marlon did was ordering her slavegirls not to use the toilet. “Since there are enough slaves….” she had explained, “…and that the slaves for sure would welcome “a drink” since they would not get anything else.

Like well trained slavegirls, they did make use of the offer several times during the day. Everything in full view and in front of all of Us! What I noticed was how easy they changed from their submissivity towards us, into cruel bitches dominating the lower ranked male slaves. Only My hans, who is no real slave but rather a submissive servant, was not treated by the slavegirls like that. Although during our meetings, he is considered as a slave and treated as one (that is one of the conditions for him to join Me during My meetings with My Domme Friends), the slavegirls seemed to have some respect for him. Maybe due to this, he was spared from being pissed in his mouth by the slavegirls.

Anyway, the nice thing about carnival is that one can walk around in outfits, one would not dare to wear in public in other seasons, without raising questions.

So, We had changed into Our “carnival” costumes upon arrival. Like most years, I had choosen My favorite: an Nazi-uniform complete with a long leather coat. Normally, My Friend Petra also wears a similar uniform, but she explained that she did not know how the Dutch would react when a German Woman would wear a Nazi-uniform. She told Me that a Belgian Woman wearing it would be less “offensive”. Marlon however assured her that it would have been OK and that nobody would feel offended. On the contrary!

Anyway, Lady Petra had not taken her Nazi-outfit and was a bit disappointed she hadn’t.

In the evening, after diner in a cosy restaurant outside Maastricht, we went out and visited a few pubs. However, We spend more time outside and had a lot of fun in the streets where all kinds of parties took place. Everyone disguised in their carnival outfits! I had seen this in Germany, but never seen people so united for something like carnival. It was as if the whole city was celebrating.

As a result I came back in the hotel very late, but to Me delight, hans was waiting for Me. he helped Me undress and gave Me a massage and I had him jerk off while he tongue-cleaned My boots. Since I was exhausted, I went immediately to bed and sent him back to his own room, but I promised him some “fun” the day after.

Like My SS-outfit?

When I woke up it was already 10 o’clock and I called for hans to help Me dress again in My uniform and I sped off towards Marlon for a brunch. Over there I had hans kiss My boots during it and I allowed him to carress My ass through My jodhpurs. We hurried back to the city for the carnival paradeand this time the men (and Marlon’s slavegirls) were allowed to come as well. Although the parade was funny and sometimes even amazingly, I felt that there were too many people. We tried to find a place with fewer attendants, but that was no big difference. We took a few pics and I left earlier than expected. I found it disappointing compared to the evening before. Since I felt that I had neglected hans a bit during the weekend, I took him to a pub in a quiet village outside Maastricht. It was very quiet there (everyone probably was in the city for the parade) and I could finally have a talk to hans in a relaxed atmosphere…

Lady Contessa Pat