Special ride in the Ardennes

Yesterday I have been horsebackriding in the Ardennes. Nothing special since I do that very often, but…. I had ordered michael, a slave that I met a few moths ago and have now and then at My heels, to join Us, while My Friend Myriam had ordered her (new) slave dave to come along. Since it was the first time he joined Us for a riding trip, he was a bit clumsy and Myriam had to show him the use of her crop a few times when he did not strap her horse fast enough. I had choosen not to go the weekend, but during a week day so that the risk of being seen by bypassers was limited. For the same reason, We had parked the trailer in a more remote place away from peeking eyes so We could use Our crops to urge Our “stableboys” (that is how We called them) in whatever We wanted them to do. One of the tricks I often use is dropping “by accident” one of My gloves… right under My boot of course… and as expected, michael immediately dove down to pick it up and offer it back to Me.

When We left, I told michael and dave that they would have to run behind Us the whole trip. Like that they could admire Our backside in the saddle and would be available everytime We needed them for something. When We tapped Our boots with Our crop, they had to come forward and offer the requested refreshment they carried in their well loaded backpacks. But, there were not only refreshments in their backpacks. No, I also had put a few whips in michael’s. Amongst others one of My longest bullwhips!  Of course I had brought that with a purpose…hahahahahaaaa…

From a previous trip, I had learned about a very remote path that lead to an open spot in the woods, far enough in the forest, away from peaking ears and eyes. So, after more than an hour, we reached it and we cuffed both slaves immediately and fixed them to a tree (Our safety first!). Next, We gagged them to avoid screams that could be heard kilometers away or just prevent them from calling for help in case! Then, I took My bullwhip from the backpack, showed it and told michael that he was going to get the extention of his test at the club in Holland a few weeks if not already months ago. As agreed, Myriam rode back along the path to the beginning of it where she would stand guard, avoiding that someone would enter the path.

I waited about ten minutes to allow My Friend to take position and then I started lashing My long whip in the air, making it crack like a rifleshot. After a few good ones, I called Myriam to check whether the whipcracks were heard at the place where she stood guard. I was happy to hear that it was only faintly heard, but that it was rather blurred and could not be recognized as whiplashes.

I told slave michael the good news (at least for Me) and made My beautiful whip crack a few times just over his head. My heart got wild! Feeling this fabulous instrument of power in My hands facing a helpless slave, completely surrendered to My whims and sadism, excited Me beyond imagination. It was as if I was in trance when I started aiming at the defenceless body. Whoooaawww!! The leather snake whistled, cracked and immediately created red stripes on the body. The first lashes were no real hits, but after a few lashes, I got acquainted with the powerful weapon and I was able to hit him wherever I wanted. Maybe I got out of Myself, and luckily, after a few minutes, I came back to My senses and realized that the slave was already bleeding after a few minutes at the business end of My whip. I realized that going further with My bullwhip was a real danger and I decided to give him a break. However, I was not finished yet! I went to the tree and started kicking the slave at his bum, making his penis hit the tree on each kick. I only stopped when I saw him shrink out of pain (In the beginning he seemed to like it, but when I got to kick harder, this clearly changed).

After that I made him recover for a few minutes (while I put away My bullwhip) and removed his gag. Looking at his bloody back I asked if I had been going too far. he said indeed I had been going too far but that he had taken it for Me. I told him that this was the kind of attitude I expected from a slave and I called Myriam since we had agreed to change places in order to give her a chance to enjoy herself with the bullwhip as well.

In the mean time, I allowed Michael to kiss My boots and thank Me.

When I came back afterwards, I saw that also Myriam had “striped” her slave dave very well so both michael and dave would no longer consider swimming for the next months.

Of course before We finally rode back to the trailer, Our boots needed intensive cleaning!...hahahahahaaaa… and so both slaves were busy for about five minutes under the constant threat of Our crops…

Lady Contessa Pat

In Wroclaw

Me at one of the nicest pieces
of street-art in Wroclaw 

Last week I was in Poland for meetings with possible suppliers for My business. Since I thought that I might have felt a bit lonely, I had ordered My servant hans to join Me. Unlike before, I took hans also to the meetings and presented him as My driver and body-guard. Nobody seemed suspicious about that and consider the opening of doors for Me and the bowing as normal courtesy. Also, during diner I think nobody suspected our special relationship nor noticed the fact that I pushed and kicked him a few times under the table with the pointed tips of My suede boots, making him aware of his position. 

When we went to our hotel, I told him that I’d go to bed early and that he’d have to go to his room but that I would call him in case I wanted his services. At first, indeed, I had the intention to go to bed early, but after a while in My bed, I got horny like hell thinking of hans in the next room. So, after fifteen minutes or so, I called him and ordered him to come over to My room. After he kissed My feet as a welcome, he worshipped Me, and five minutes later, I made him strip.

When he was completely naked, I took some handcuffs, he had brought for Me, and I cuffed him, his hands at his back. Then, I made him wait on his knees while I went to the bathroom. Five minutes later, I returned, wearing only My black shiny “evening” boots, equipped with fine rather sharp looking spurs. My upper body only covered by a soft leather vest.

Of course I had ordered him as well to bring a good single tail and I cracked it in the air and on the bed and told him that he’d better perform!

Me Myself, I went simply laying down on the bed, opened My legs and ordered him to give Me an orgasm by the use of his tongue.

It was heaven! Really it was! He made Me come two times and it felt so powerful with the whip in My hands cracking it over him while he licked Me to orgasm. I felt sooo hot running My spurs over his back to urge him! On top of that, it gave him a huge orgasm as well and he came like I had never seen a man coming before!

Afterwards, I made him cleaning up the mess while wielding and cracking My single tail over his head.

When I saw the red welts My spurs (and partially My whip) had made on his back I got horny again and ordered him to give Me another orgasm while I whipped him. I merely aimed at his buttocks since I did not want to rip open the fresh welts of already damaged skin on his back.

To My disappointment (and his own) he was not able to make Me orgasm a third time, so I made him open his mouth. I pulled it to My pussy, ordered him to encase it and I pissed in his mouth, relieving Myself.

After that, I had him massage and kiss My back, butt cheeks and buttocks while I read the news of the day. After thirty minutes or so,  I finally orderd him to kiss My boots as goodbye and go back to his room as I wanted to have a good sleep.

The day after, I had another meeting and in the late afternoon I flew back home. It was another fruitful trip. Not only for the business results….

Lady Contessa Pat

Testing of new cadidate slave michael (part 2)

Of course the last and major test for My new slave michael was the whipping!

Like before, I told him that he was free to refuse being cuffed and chained, but if he’d allow, the moment he’d be cuffed there would be no more way back for a whipping beyond his limits! he agreed to fully surrender to Me and My sadism and a minute later, he was cuffed and chained at the business end of My whip! I call it often like that, but lately I heard a better name for it: the “male end” in contrast to the handle that can be referred to as the Female’s end. The end held in the hand of a Female!

I took a rather long black snakewhip that I had brought out of My bag and uncoiled it in front of michael.

I told him that I liked to use this kind of powerful whips and I explained that they do the work on their own with a minimal amount effort on My part. That it could induce maximum pain and eventually damage soft skin with just a flick of My wrist.

I positioned Myself some two meters to the rear and slightly to the right of My new slave.

The first lash only was to check the distance and it exploded like a rifleshot in the air only a few centimeters away from michael’s head. Then, I toyed a bit with him as I throw about ten full-cracking strokes in his direction. The sound they produced was deafening in the confined room and scared the living daylights out of him. 

Then, finally and without further warning, I drew My right arm backwards and upward and arced the whip towards the hapless, inescapably bound victim in it's trajected path.  A whirring noise accompanied the leather lash as it sailed through the air, followed by a hissing whistle and a fierce, resounding crack as it struck home with full force.  The cracker impacted directly between the shoulder blades on previously unblemished flesh. An inhuman scream filled the room.

"One!" I shouted when his screaming subsided.

“and it was a good one!” I added triumphantically when I saw that it had already broken michael’s skin. Tiny trickles of blood immediately appeared where the leather had made impact, creating distinct red stripes.

With the second hit, he screamed even louder and started crying, asking for mercy, but not to stop!

So I let the whip fly overhead again and when it was about to fully extend, I deftly flicked My wrist. The cracker cracked like a rifleshot. Another scream, more crying!

For the next few minutes, I twirled the whip high in the air and sent it sailing towards the defenceless body about three more times. Each time, the popper exploded with a vicious, resounding crack, I got more and more excited and I realized that I had to control Myself from not whipping him to shreds.

While whipping him, I fantasized that I could effortlessly lash a male to death with a bullwhip just like the one I had in My hand and I not sure but I think I experienced a kind of mini-orgasm while whipping My new slave.

To My delight and at the same time disappointment he begged Me to stop after ten or so lashes.  Delighted because I had whipped him until he had broken but also disappointed because of the fact that the whipping was coming to its end.

I let him repose for a few minutes while I went back to the bar to have a drink.

When I came back I asked him whether he still wanted to become My slave and eventually risk and endure a whipping like he had just received. Without hesitation he confirmed.

I told him that his choice pleased Me and that from now on he could consider himself as My slave and I summoned him some rules he’d have to take into account from now on. Then, I finally released him from his bonds and had him clean up the room and freshing up himself. I again went back to the bar where I had a chat with another Domme while her slave tongue-cleaned My boots. When Michael came to the bar afterwards, I ordered him to do the same with her boots so that in the end we both had perfectly cleaned boots at our feet!   

Normally it would have been him who had to pay for all of it, but since he is just a poor unemployed guy, I paid the bill. he kissed My boots again to thank Me for that and after finishing My tea, I said goodbye and left the club.

Since michael had travelled by train and bus to get to the club, I allowed him to ride back home with Me where he met My 24/7-slaves marc and jan.

From now on I will simply have to call for this new gorgeous young slave anytime I feel like toying with him!

Lady Contessa Pat

testing new slave michael

Last week I was finally able to arrange a meeting with My new candidate slave Michael in a femdom club. I had asked My German Friends but it appeared to be more difficult than I had thought. Luckily, My Dutch Friend Marlon also had followed My conversations and had offered a solution.

So, I ordered slave michael to come to a club in Holland. Unfortunately, he let Me know that he has no car nor driving licence! Angry about the fact that he had not told Me in advance I told him that he’d get there anyway, if not, I would never meet him again!

His answer tempered My anger a bit since he immediately excused himself and assured Me he’d be there in time.

Marlon had arranged the club and welcomed him. She had explained him the rules and then had cuffed and chained him in a room that was fit for interrogating someone. When he was secured, she called Me and five minutes later I had parked My car next to the club. Upon arriving I introduced Myself to the woman who led the place and socialized a bit with her and another Mistress who was present.  

After that introduction, I went to the “black room” where I found slave michael, well cuffed and attached to the wall with a chain of about two meters. First I allowed him to greet Me properly by putting My boot a few tens of centimeters towards him. As if he was the most experienced slave, he went down on his knees, bent forward and kissed the tip of My boot saying that I was welcome and that he offered himself as My slave. After letting him a few moments worshipping My boots, I pushed his face away and walked towards the wall where tens of whips hung for My choice. Of course I had brought some of My own but was curious on what they had in store. And indeed I found a few good whips to My liking. I said so to michael and told him I wanted to try out these whips. He spontaneously offered himself as whipping target, something I guess he regretted already after a few lashes! However, I was still rather easy on him and I did not yet unleash the whipping I had in mind for him yet. I made the whips only created some light redish welts but that already seemed hard (and new) for him. But, although it seemed hard for him, he managed to take it like a real slave.

Then, with the help of My Friend Marlon, I strapped him in chair that was specially designed for interrogations. As soon as he was fixed, I took a nice short cattle prod and started interrogating him. During this, his nipples and manhood were My primary targets and the prod appeared to be very effective to make a prisoner talk!  After about fifteen minutes of toying with him like that, I pushed the chair with My foot turning it over. Marlon catched his head before it banged hard on the floor and laid it down, face up. Seconds later, I stood over his face, legs spread, looking down at him. First I I drew his attention to his vulnerability with his head and face next to My boots. Then, I put the sole of My right boot on top of his face and forced him to tongue-clean the soles.

After a few minutes I withdrew My boot and told him that he did not produce enough saliva to properly clean My soles and that some extra fluid would be necessary. As such, I ordered him to open his mouth wide allowing Me to drop some of My own saliva in his open mouth. Like that, I spit a few times. Some landed perfectly in his open mouth but most landed just in his face.

After that, I placed My boot again on his face and had him tongue-clean My soles.

Five minutes or so later,  I released him from the chair and had him kiss My boots and offer his hands for My whip. All he did without hesitation!

Then, I asked him to take place in the chair again for further torture. I told him that he was not obliged to do so but it was just something I likes and doing so would please Me. I also told him that if he’d agree, he’d be tortured beyond imagination. So it was his choice to please Me and suffer or to disappoint Me and spare himself a torture. In reality, it was a test to check whether he’d fully trust Me and figuratively put his life in My hands. In reality, the “torture”  I threatened him with, was just further use of the electric prod…

After the “electric chair”, I tested him as a ponyslave and therefore I made him fixing the spurs, that had these sharp points protruding, on My boots. A few minutes later, I rode him like a human pony through the confined room. Of course the room was too small for real riding or make him run into exhaustion or even test his stamina, but it showed his willingness to be ridden as a two-legged ponyboy, even when using these extreme cruel and menacingly spurs. It also showed that he trusts Me fully and does not mind if My actions would injure him. It is not that I damage My slaves on purpose, but accidents can happen and if they happen I don’t want a slave who makes a fuss about it.

Lady Contessa Pat

To be continued (when I have more time)

Disappointed!

I am deeply disappointed on the reactions I got on My writing on the night I spend with My servant hans.

I can describe how I whipped a slave to shreds making his body unrecognizable without any comment, but as soon a sexual interaction is mentioned I get several negative comments. Hypocrites!

Lady Contessa Pat

A night with hans

I have been thinking to write this over and over since I was reluctant to write about the night I spend with My servant hans last Saturday.  

But, nevertheless, I want to tell you about it since it was so special!

After diner, I took him to My room with the idea of toying a bit with him and eventually have him lick Me to orgasm like he had done already a few times before. And indeed, I started with having My high boots extensively kissed.

While he was doing so, he covered Me in compliments and I felt that I got sexually excited.

Maybe it sounds strange, but it was more his words than his actions that made Me hot.

As a result I ordered him to get naked and I inspected his body giving special attention to his nipples and manhood. he screamed it out when I took his nipples between My gloved fingers and twisted them.

A few minutes later, I had him undress Me and ordered him to lay down on the floor. Then, I went standing above him and ordered him to come up with his tongue, slowly. I got hotter and hotter when I felt his tongue rising from the heels of My boots to My thighs, but as a well trained servant, he stopped at the edge of My thigh high boots and begged and waited for permission to go further up and touch My naked skin. After a while making him sweat at the top of the shaft, I snapped My fingers as a signed to come up. Of course I did not tell him that by then I was dying to feel his tongue in My pussy.

Less than a few minutes later his tongue gave Me My first orgasm and that was only the first in a row! After the first one, I had hans on his back allowing Me to ride him and I told him that I was going to give him a riding lesson!

I warned him not to cum without explicit permission and I rode him as if he was My horse. As such, I used the heels of My thigh highs as spurs and his nipples as reins. I considered his pelvis as My saddle and shouted at him to gallop Me towards the seventh heaven. It did not take Me long to get a second and third orgasm!!! 

As a reward I allowed him to squirt. he came with an intensity I had never seen. Right after that, I moved over towards his face and put My pussy over his mouth to lick away My juices. After a few minutes I shifted again and had his tongue at My little hole. he tried to push his tongue in which gave Me a fourth orgasm!!!!

After that, I felt exhausted but satisfied and dismounted hans’s face. Unlike what I normally do, I let him stay in My bed until the morning.

I still doubt to push the send button for this because of the explicit sexual nature, but the fact that you are reading this means that I finally made up My mind and did!

Lady Contessa Pat

Better than Carcassonne !

I had planned a trip with to Carcassonne last weekend, but because of the real lousy weather forecast, I decided not to go and stay in Belgium where the weather was far better.

Therefore, I had ordered My servant hans to come over to My place and we’d ride to the south of Belgium for a hiking weekend.

So, after looking for a nice hotel, hans made a reservation and I “prepared” him for our trip. That means that I had him put on an electric shock penis cock ring. With the remote control in My hands I’d be able to have full control over him without anybody else noticing. So I tested the signal a few times with success, making hans jump uncontrollably while begging Me to stop. After that little testing, hans’s backpack was filled with drinks and snacks for Me and I ordered hans to lock up My slaves in their cages.

Before We finally left, I went to the toilet to fill up a plastic water bottle for hans and I told him that My urine would be the only drinks he’d get during the weekend (although that was not completely true since I had him drink other things during the meals and during a stop during our walk).

When we arrived in the hotel, I inspected My room and “shocked” his balls a few times, each time I had a remark on the room. Then, I went again to the toilet (after more than an hour in the car!) and filled up hans’s drink bottle again. Then we left for a nice walk because, although it was still rather cold, most of the day was sunny.

Me, resting on a bench along our walking route

After a while (I guess something like an hour), I felt the need again, but I realized that hans’s drinking bottle was nearly full. As a result, I ordered him to drink it until half and then hold the drink bottle under Me to collect the warm yellow stream. I warned him not to spill it and promised him a serious punishment if a drop would land on My nice leather boots!

Luckily for him, no drop soiled them and I only gave him a few shocks to indicate when My bladder was empty. Later on I ordered him a few times to drink again, which he did without hesitation. Like that we walked beautiful patha through forrests, over large fields with nice views, along a river,…

Two hours later or so, we came to a old railroad bridge over a little river and hans told Me it reminded him of a triumphal arch build for Me like they build them for Roman emperors (see picture attached). I did see the resemblance and got this great idea. However I told him that the Emperor would take the main arch and not the side arches and that an Empress like Myself would be carried under it. Unfortunately for him, the river flew under the middle arch and he could not else than carry My through the kneedeep water under the arch. 

My "Triumphal Arch"

I enjoyed and for maybe the first time I did not care if other hikers would see Me or not. Maybe that was because it started with a funny remark. When we got back at the bank, he thanked Me to be allowed to carry Me under “My triumphal arch”, went down and kissed My boots, whithout looking around for spectators! When I remarked this, he said that he could not care if people saw him kissing My boots because showing Me his devotion was the more important.

As a result, we left the main carriageway and took a small remote path that lead a bit uphill. There, I made him kneel down and took place in his neck to carry Me further along the path. Of course, I constantly urged him to keep the pace with My heels (how I regretted that I had no spurs at My heels) and a long young twig I used as a whip. I also “shocked” his balls a few times at the beginning, but realized that this was dangerous since due to his uncontrolled movements with each shock, he risked to fall. 

After five minutes however I felt that hans was getting exhausted and was panting heavily and I allowed him to put Me down and not that much later, we arrived very close to where we had My car parked.

Back at the hotel, I made hans cleaning My boots, that had become durty and dusty, again. After he had finished, I had him remove them for a relaxing massage of My feet while I checked My mails and read the news.

After about thirty minutes I had him remove his “ball shocker”, sent him to his room and took a shower. After another thirty minutes I called him back and replaced the shocker ring “to keep control over him during diner” I explained. Of course he did not object. 

In the restaurant, I took place in front of him and rested My foot a few times on his chair, right between his legs, forcing him to spread his legs and have My boot more or less crush his dick and balls. On top of that, I had the remote control for the shocker in My pocket.

I don’t think I needed the electrical device to keep him under heel, but nevertheless I fired a few times a shot through his manhood. For fun.

Anyway, hans behaved very well and submissive and covered Me with compliments, saying how beautiful I was, how superior I was or how I made him crazy…

(Maybe) to be continued

Lady Contessa Pat