French Weekend (part 2)

After the cleaning of our boots, the slaves Jeanine had gathered, left to the kitchen to prepare tasty snacks they brought us every five minutes or so. Our personal slaves however were told to prove their loyalty and devotion to their mistress. As such, they had to pull off our boots and shoes before they got blindfolded. The test was that they had to recognize their owner’s feet. First without touching, that means only by smelling (they were warned that touching one of us would mean a hundred lashes). In a second round they had to recognize our feet with their tongue and each of them had to lick each foot for two minutes. After each foot, every slave had to move clockwise for the next foot. After a little less than an hour, they were back where they started and they had to say which number their Mistress was. To my surprise, none of them succeeded in finding their own Mistress, which was reason for us to give them a taste of our whips.

Of course, we, the ladies also evaluated the slaves and all of us agreed that Brigitte’s slave nick was the best “licker” and that Laurence’s slave philippe was the lousiest. It yielded him another good lashing by his Mistress.

While Laurence punished her slave, I (like Madame Brigitte and Madame Justine) had my slave frank massaging and washing my feet, while I used marcel as a footstool. 

Around 18 PM, an exquisite dinner, prepared by one of the slaves who happened to be a professional cook, was served. With the aid of some of the other slaves, he had done his best and indeed the dinner was abundant and luxuous. 

Three or four slaves were appointed to keep the floor clean and remove everything that might “accidentally” fall on the floor.

Of course, now and then we stepped on something that had fallen before they could eat it away. As a result, they had to tongue-clean the soles of our boots or shoes.

At a certain moment, I put my boot on some fish that had fallen and I ordered marcel to clean it up. But, just before he wanted to eat it away, I put My foot on it. As a result he had to beg me to lift my boot to be able to do as ordered.

I made him beg not to me, but to my boot.

“Please divine boots of Mistress Pat, may you please lift a bit…” he spoke towards my boots, humiliating himself.

Pleased about this begging, I lifted My foot and allowed him to eat the squashed fish away and subsequently tongue-clean the sole of my right boot.

But that was nothing compared to what we did after we had finished, when we simply threw the rests on the floor. Together with this, we started whipping the slaves that crawled on all fours between us to urge them. It was so hilarious and some of us really whipped the shit out of the slaves. Also frank got his part of the whip when he happened to get in front of Madame Brigitte who clearly had too much wine and whipped him fanatically. Me, myself, I had mainly fun kicking the slaves around.

After a while we left the slaves cleaning everything and went sitting in the salon while two of Jeanine’s slaves had to make sure that we had everything we desired. Like that, we chatted and had fun (sometimes at the expense of our slaves)  for the rest of the evening. Around eleven, I left Jeanine’s for a nearby hotel and while most of the slaves were to sleep in a little barn in Jeanine’s garden, I took my slave frank with me to the hotel.

Originally I had planned to have him serve me before I went to sleep, but I was too tired and had him sleep on the floor from the beginning. However, in the morning he gave me a nice massage. 

When we arrived back at Jeanine’s, five of the temporary slaves were standing face to the wall at the verge of being whipped. Apparently, they were to be punished because Madame Jeanine had judged that they did not clean up the place to her liking. She also pointed out that also my slave marcel was amongst them and that as such it was my prerogative to join the punishment and she offered me a good singletail…

Five minutes later, most of the slaves were crying and begging to stop and Jeanine spoke to them in a very strict and menacing voice, saying that this whipping was just a warning and that they’d be whipped beyond imagination in case they’d disappoint her again! Then it was time again for drinks and making plans and since it had stopped raining, we decided to have a walk in a nearby forest.

Most slaves had to carry a rucksack, most filled with drinks, but two of them contained the whips that we for sure would need during the walk. As soon as we were out of sight of houses, the rucksacks with whips were opened and we could choose one to our liking. Also, it did not took much time before Laurence decided to use her slave as her ponyboy. Me myself, I knew that frank would never be able to carry me for the whole trip so I ordered slave marcel, who was significantly heavier than frank, to go down on his knees to make me mount easily on his shoulders. Laurence joked that we did not want to get our precious riding boots soiled but Brigitte said that it did not matter if her (thigh high) boots got dirty since her slaves would clean them into new ones anyway. After ten minutes or so, Laurence challenged me to have a race. I told her that without spurs I was not fully geared up to have a race, but of course I accepted and less than a minute later, Madame Jeanine gave the start signal by snapping her whip in the air making it crack like a rifleshot. I kicked marcel as hard as I could and dug My heels firmly in his sides to keep my balance. Of course also Laurence is an experienced rider and she knew as well knew how to maintain balance and speed, but when we arrived at the tree we had appointed about fifty meters further away, it was me who triumphantically passed it at least five meters before Laurence. As a result, she whipped her horseslave violently with her crop and when she dismounted him, she ordered two other slaves to hold him. She had his shirt removed and whipped him very hard with a small bullwhip from the rucksack. After that, she appointed another slave to be her new ponyboy, but her anger had not fully cooled down and her previous “horse” got know and then further whipped while walking in front of her (as ordered).

When we came back at the edge of the forest, we dismounted our “steeds” and walked further out of the forest. I noticed with joy that afterall now our boots were soiled as well and would need thorough tongue-cleaning. General laughter…

When we arrived at Jeanine’s, the slaves that provided the “catering” where dismissed to go to the kitchen while our personal slaves like frank had to take care of our footwear. When this was finally finished, we were offered a late lunch. When we had finished it, it was already later than expected and we had to go back home since we still had a few hours drive in front. We hugged and said goodbye and drove back to Belgium after another lovely and exciting weekend with my French Friends.

Lady Contessa Pat

My weekend in France

Last weekend I was in France for my annual meeting with my French Friends.

Unlike previous meetings, we had decided to bring our own slaves to serve us, while our host, Madame Jeanine, had foreseen four or five extra slaves with fixed tasks.

Me myself, I had brought slave frank instead of one of My 24/7-slaves. Although he had already met my French Friends and their whips, I presented him as my new slave. Originally I saw him as a servant, that means someone who accompanies me know and then to serve me in any way I wish, without risking severe punishment. However, frank soon evolved into a real slave to me and I thought it was time to give him a taste of being a real slave.

When arriving, he immediately experienced the difference between a servant and a slave when he got Madame Brigitte’s whip in his face for slacking when kissing her boots.

Anyway, as usual, we received a very warm welcome and a second slave was attributed to us. I immediately appointed slave frank as my right bootslave and new slave marcel as my left bootslave. Of course both were experienced enough to know that in their position they were responsible to keep My boots clean and shiny and would be punished for any

Madame Justine showed a new electrical device she used to send electricity through her slave’s balls. Of course we all got plenty of time to use it as she offered very generously to try it out. The remote control had several levels but of course we were very interested in the effects of the max level!

It made her slave cry and jump like a madman and we had to cuff and chain him to prevent him from removing the device and even attack us in order to stop us.

Later on, she showed very well how it could control her slave just by threatening to push the button. An interesting device, but I prefer the old fashioned way in which my slaves are scared to death to get punished by me with with one of my whips. Guess I am an old school Mistress… hahahahahaaaa…

Also, Madame Jeanine showed us her newest arrival: a special seat with a special notch to have a slave lick her pussy in the most relaxing way, very similar to the one I have. And although all of us seem to have such a chair, it was very popular during the weekend. It was placed in a little room so we could use it with full privacy and it was said that we could have any slave around for it. Since I have such a chair myself, I only used it with my assigned slave marcel and Laurence’s slave philippe. Afterwards Laurence asked me how he had “performed” and when I told her he was just average, she slid her crop out of her riding boot and started punishing him. To My delight, Madame Justine was very pleased with frank’s performance in the chair. It surprised me a bit since me myself I don’t think frank is an extraordinary pussylicker.

Also, Jeanine had foreseen a slave who stayed all the time in the bathroom. His sole task was to offer himself to tongue-clean our pussy or asshole after a visit to the toilet. Of course, not all of us made use of his services, others, like myself, sent him out and ordered him in again after having finished to tongue-dry and clean my pussy and ass. Jeanine herself however seemed to made full use of him.

At a certain moment Madame Jeanine ordered all slaves to seek their place to sleep (on the floor).  As soon as all the slaves lay down, she invited us to have a walk between and ON the bodies on the floor. At that moment, I realized why Jeanine was wearing these thigh high boots with stiletto heels. Being a fanatic horsewoman, like myself, she nearly always wore riding boots and I had seen her seldom in high heels. No need to tell you how hilarious that was walking between and on naked bodies on the ground. Now and then a scream was heard when one of us stepped on a slave or kicked one. As a result Jeanine ordered that no one was allowed to make a noise. The first one that could not avoid to scream was My slave frank when Madam Brigitte stepped on his hand. The stupid had his left hand on the floor while laying! Such a thing of course is a inresistable target and opportunity for a Lady sadistic like Madame Brigitte. But, the screaming not only made Brigitte kick him in the face, but also attracted the attention of Laurence and Jeanine who immediately supported their friend and started kicking poor frank until he cried like a baby and begged them extensively to stop. Three pairs of boots had done quite some damage to him since his lips were bleeding and his right cheek was swollen. Also, the day after, I could see that his body was covered in contusions.

Anyway, after our little indoor “walk”, we went outside for a real walk. Not too long, just to get our boots dirt and muddy (it had been raining a lot during the weekend). You can imagine what happened when we came back after five or ten minutes. Right, bootcleaning time! And all of us had two slaves available, one for each boot. The way I like it! frank and my temporary slave marcel had quite a job since I had deliberately stepped in mud since I new what was going to happen when returning at Jeanine’s. Afterall my riding boots can take some mud and at least slave frank had been trained to thorough tongue-clean my riding boots. marcel however clearly had more problems in swallowing the mud from My boots and I had to use My whip full force several times!

When our boots were spic-and-span, the “houseslaves” went to the kitchen to prepare first  exquisite snacks and later on an extensive diner. For our slaves, Jeanine had a kind of game in mind…

I will write further about when I have some more time.

Lady Contessa Pat

Quick visit to Maitresse Laurence

Laurence in front of her renewed "pit-cage" 

Yesterday I had a short visit to My French Friend “Maitresse Laurence”. I was near Cambrai where she lives for a business meeting and called her. She invited me enthousiastically to pay her a visit and since I knew a meeting with her is never dull, I accepted gladly.

When I arrived, one of her slaves opened the door and greeted me by kissing my boots and offering me a crop. I did not hesitate to use it immediately on him and kick him out of the way so I could greet my Friend, who came into the hall to welcome me. After our genuine hugs and kisses, Laurence invited me further into her house and ordered her slave to fetch me my preferred drink. When I sat in a comfortable couch, I informed her about her old slave xavier who I had met (and whipped) before. With enthousiasm, she told me that he was in the special pit she had in her garden. I remember that she had a kind of pit covered with burglar bars in which she kept her slave, but now she had extended the pit with a second one so she could “house” two or even four slaves!

It was in this pit, that made me think of the kind of oubliettes that were used in the Middle Ages, that I found her slave xavier. When we arrived, Laurence ordered him to open his mouth and she spit in it saying that this was going to be the only drink he’d get that day and she invited me to do the same. When he missed the first drop, Laurence stamped hard on the grit to frighten the slave under our boots so he did his utmost best and caught the second one right in the middle of his mouth. After that, she put her boot right on the grit over his face and ordered him to lick away some dirt from the sole of her boot. he had to push his face nearly into the grit and maneuver his tongue in a very uncomfortable position through the holes in order to reach the sole, but he did and probably managed to lick away the dirt that might not even been there. We did not look nor bother. Whether there was dirt or not was of no importance. The thing was that a slave always obeys the order, whether it is meaningful or not, whether it is feasible or not. he obeys!

Being such a well trained and experienced slave, he did not lost his spirit. He’d been humiliated far worse and had had tougher tasks…

Unfortunately, I could not stay long with Laurence since I had another meeting later in the evening in Belgium and I left after another drink and having my boots cleaned by her younger slave.

It was good to see one of my French friends again and she reminded me on the meeting we had planned in November in Paris.

Lady Contessa Pat

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)