Covid-19

Just to inform you that I was hit by the COVID-19 virus and was hospitalised for several weeks. Luckily I survived but the past weeks have been hell!

I am slowly recovering now and hope to be alive and kicking again within a few weeks. In the mean time I have enormous help from My Domme Friend Myriam who has been keeping My slaves (and hers) at heel during My abscence and stayed at My place. On top of that, She has been running My company practically (although not 100% since business is very low and officially my niece has taken over my activities). I cannot thank her enough! I better not think of what might have happened if she hadn't been there! Anyway, things are getting more or less to normal now although I still have to rest a lot.

Lady Contessa Pat

Further training new slave michael

About a week ago, I was called by my new slave michael asking if I was OK and whether he could be of service to Me since he hadn’t heard from me for a while. I had not really forgotten about him, but I had other things on my mind, and therefore it had been a while since I had seen him. 

As a result, last friday, I was into some toying with another slave than my two regular 24/7 ones and thus I called him “for some riding lessons” I had said. I had ordered him to come to the place where I met him the first time.

Since I was not that familiar with him, I had asked my friend Myriam to join me for safety.

As expected, he was already waiting for me when I arrived and like a well trained slave he kissed the tip of my and Myriam’s boots as a welcome. As I had done before with him, I ordered him to follow us and took him to a more remote place where there would be no peeking eyes. At first I remained in the saddle and had him tongue-clean my boots. I did not even had to order it, because he offered himself to lick them clean after I had said that I found my boots a bit dusty and dull. When he had finished, I decided to dismount and ordered him to go down on all fours to make that easier for me. After I was on solid ground, I told him it was time for a “riding lesson” and I took place on his back. For the next ten minutes or so, I made him crawl on all fours directing him and urging him to the right speed with My whip and spurs. After the “ride”, I relaxed on his back while Myriam took a few pics of us.

Then, I used him as a footstool to mount again and had him clean My boots. First with his woolen shirt, afterwards with his tongue to add the final shine.

When he had finished, I had him pick up a little branch and hand it over to me.

As soon as he had done that, I threw a little branch away and ordered him to pick it up and bring it back to me and Myriam. We had him do this over and over again like a dog, humiliating him to the core.

After he had ran back and forth tens of times uselessly, I threw the branch and rode off in the other direction. Like I had asked Myriam, she shouted at him to bring the stick to me. As such he had to run towards me on My horse while I simply rode away from him. I stopped at the other edge of the meadow and let him approach to about ten meters and urged my horse again in a gallop towards the other side. Again Myriam shouted at him to run after me, which he did although he knew it was in vain to catch me up if I did not want him to.

Anyway, when he finally came back to me he was out of breath and I ordered him again to kiss My and Myriam’s riding boots alternately, both of us using our crops to urge him back and forth.

Then I decided to learn him the riding gear and ordered him to kiss each item I spoke and all without hesitating and within one second. Like that I made him jump and kiss like a puppet on a string: “Shaft! Sole! Glove! Stirrup! Heel! Tip! Crop! Shaft! Crop! Sole! Glove! Stirrup! Spurs! Heel!....” and all the while I had my crop at the ready in case he did not do well within the one second. Although I did not really check on the time, I had the impression he did quite well, but nevertheless I hit him several times.

After some time toying with him, I ordered him “to say goodbye” to me and my friend and like a well trained slave, he kissed my boot, thanked me for the “lesson” and ran towards Myriam to do the same. After that, we turned our horses, spurred them in a gallop and ran off, continuing our ride.

Lady Contessa Pat

New member Jeffa

Last weekend I met my “apprentice” Jeffa again. When I had told my German Friends about her, everyone was enthousiast and asked me to invite her for our next meeting and this meeting was last weekend. First, we gathered in Duisburg at our Friend Mistress Carla’s.

When we entered,  we found Carla’s slave johan on the floor.  Carla invited us to come in and I gestured Jeffa to be my guest. However, unlike the idea, Jeffa stepped over johan.  I explained her that a slave in that position means that the host offered him to wipe our shoes or boots on and I demonstrated it. I wiped My boots on his shirt that clearly already had seen dirty footwear. I also explained that when a slave is lying face up, it means that his tongue is available to clean our soles.

Worshipping the new Mistress: Lady Jeffa

And I showed her the practice and had the soles of my boots tongue-cleaned. Then, everyone (except me of course) introduced themselves properly to each other and we had a drink and a few snacks. We did not stay that long and left after half an hour or so to the club Mistress Carla had  reserved.

It was the first time Jeffa came to such a club and she was eager and nervous at the same time. Since Carla had adviced us to bring one or more of our best whips I knew that some would face a rough day. Upon arriving, we were introduced to the host of the club, a Lady who clearly meant business and knew how to deal with slaves!

After a welcome drink, six slaves were brought in and kneeled to kiss or footwear one by one. When the last one had kissed my boots (since I was the last in the row), Our host told us that all of them agreed that they were fully at our disposal and that we could do absolutely everything to them. So they had agreed!

I immediately saw the smile on Lady Charlotte’s face. I knew that she always liked slaves like that. slaves that could be used at wish and whipped to shreds for fun.

Also, we explained to Jeffa that indeed she could do with these slaves as she liked and I showed her the available whips.  She had asked me on the phone to train her a bit in how and to what degree to use the whip.  Therefore, I had planned first to see how far she’d dare to go with the whip and to increase that. I also explained and demonstrated the different kind of whips and their effects on human skin! It was so exciting and the slaves indeed were top class painsluts so I could go very far and whip them to bleeding. I got hot like hell and after about fifteen minutes I could no longer hold it. I excused myself to Jeffa and ordered a slave to join me to a bedroom and give me two consecutive orgasms in no time. I think that it only took me ten minutes. In the mean time, Madam Petra had taken Jeffa under her wings and the slave at the other end of her whip was beaten beyond imagination. After another ten minutes, I took over from Madam Petra again and continued with a crop and cane while a slave that had entered the club unintended was ordered to alternately kiss my boots and Jeffa’s during the caning. So, he had to jump from my boots to Jeffa’s depending on who was whipping and any delay or hesitation was followed by a good kick from our boots.

After these initial whipping, we changed to activities that aroused and interested Jeffa more: pegging slaves with a dildo. When I met her before, she seemed to be somewhat reluctant to use a dildo herself, but when she left the club she no longer was! I seldom saw a woman using a strap-on with such a brutality! The two slaves she used it on cried like pigs that get skinned! 

After this, I showed her another way to punish males: kicking them in the balls! a slave that seemed to be listening to the name of klaus had to sit on his knees with spread legs in order to have his manhood fully exposed to our boots. First, Lady Charlotte kicked him in the balls to show our apprentice not to feel restricted and then she invited Jeffa to do so. Her first kicks were more like teasing, but when I encouraged her and gave a little demonstration on how I take care of male balls, the floodgates got open and Jeffa kicked the slave like she had done nothing else before!

Lady Charlotte called the young woman’s boots jokingly “Nussknackers”, nutcrackers! When slave klaus could no longer take it, another slave was ordered to spread his legs.

For a moment I was afraid that we did go too far with Jeffa. Afterall it was her first real whipping to bleeding, pegging and ballkicking, but before we said goodbye, she told Me that she liked all of it very much and that she looked forward meeting us again. We, from Our side also expressed Our desire to see her again and consider her as a member of our little group…

Lady Contessa Pat

Christmas Whipping

Last Thursday I was with some of My German Friends in a club in Moenchengladbach in Germany. Mistress Carla had invited us to enjoy ourselves in a dungeon her slaves had hired for the occasion. Of course, I could not say no to such an opportunity!

When I arrived, I was welcomed by two slaves who were “working” in the club and showed us around.

Also, Mistress Carla introduced us to six slaves that were on their knees sitting in a row. I was introduced as the “most notorious riding Mistress of Belgium”. Like I already knew we were allowed to do anything we liked with the slaves, but Carla had the intention of giving them harsh physical training. As such we had them jump, do sit-ups, bench-press and do other exercises, all under our strict supervision and under the threat of our whips. We also urged them by kicking them repeatedly. Especially Carla, who was in a military uniform, made her presence felt!

After having another drink, we changed our focus from physical torment to more playish games. For instance, the slaves were ordered to try to catch the tip of our whip when we lashed it out at them. Very funny and it appeared to be nearly impossible for them and when indeed accidentally a slave managed to grab the popper, a good tug from My side pulled it through his hands again, so he did not get that credit!

The result was that after the game (in which none of the slaves managed to grab and hold our whips), their hands were beaten red and at the verge of bleeding!

Another thing I personally did was that I put the sole of My boot on an euro-piece that I had dropped on purposed. Of course slaves are expected to pick up anything that a Lady drops.

Since he dared not pushing My boot or even touch it without permission (I would have kicked him in the face for that for sure!), the only thing he could do was beg Me to move My foot and allow him to take the coin. Of course it was the idea to have him beg at My boots like that and at the same time, Carla was yelling at him threatening him to whip him to shreds.

So, the poor boy had to choose between My boot and Carla’s whip.

He choose poorly… And got whipped!

Not only Carla used her whip very intensely, also Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra whipped the slaves merciless since they played this little game with three slaves: the one that made her slave use a stopword first was the winner. The three of them really whipped the slaves merciless and after only a few minutes, Petra’s slave no longer could stand the ordeal and gave in.  By then, the slaves were covered in red lines, their back slightly bleeding at several spots! Afterall Our meeting was not called Our Christmas Whipping for nothing!

After that, the slaves had to thank the Ladies for…  playing along… hahahahahaaaa…

As a final game, we put a plastic beaker on their head and then teased them and whipped them to make the beaker fall.

For a first round, the beaker was filled with water, but after a few minutes, Carla claimed that she had to go to toilet and took two beakers with her. Of course when she returned, both were filled with her piss. I had already understood what was going to happen as soon as the beaker-game was explained and I went to the toilet right after Carla. I also filled two beakers and even called for a third one that I filled as well for 75%. In the end, all four of us had relieved ourselves and the beakers were pulled on the slaves’ heads. However, we had one beaker too many (the one I had filled for only 3/4^th ) so I ordered a slave at random to empty it and drink My piss. As expected he did without complaining although it could be seen that he did not like it.

As soon as all beakers were on their head, we started to whip the slaves and the first beaker already fell down spilling our piss all over the slave’s head. The others followed soon.

Of course spilled “liquid” had to be removed from the floor by them and a few minutes after the little “game”, the floors were completely clean and dry again!

Of course the slaves themselves and especially their hair still were soaked and thus we did not want to have anything to do with them anymore and I said goodbye to each of them with a good kick from my riding boot. By then we had to leave the club anyway since we had only hired it for the afternoon and time had flewn by.

When My Friends also had “said” goodbye to the slaves in an appropriate way, I took Them to a restaurant where we had a very nice chat during dinner (unfortunately without the usual servants around to serve us). After dinner, I said goodbye to My Friends and drove back to Belgium. Like always with My German Friends, it was a great afternoon and we decided to do this type of short meeting more often.

I already am looking forward to it!

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave (part 2)

After the little dressage of a novice slave for a new Domme Friend, I started to test his skills, ability and strength to be used as a ponyboy. First as a four-legged and afterwards as a two-legged one. All men can be easily trained into good four-legged ponyslaves, but to become a useful two-legged pony, months of heavy training might be needed, so I could only test whether it was feasible to even start trying to use him like that.

First of all I had hans take My “pony-training spurs” and fix them at My boots. Unlike the spurs I wear for riding real horses, these spurs have rather long neck and sharp points at the rowels (as you can see in the picture I will attach). From experience I know that most slaves are scared to death for them since they can damage a slave real bad. Human skin certainly is no match for them when the one wearing them really wants to hurt! Of course the main idea is that they only induce fear and respect for the one wearing them and are not to be used for real, but… as I said before collateral damage can not always be excluded and “accidents” happen, especially when slaves do not obey their Mistress immediately.

slave bjorn under My lovely boots 

Anyway, bjorn was no exception and looked at My spurs like a rabbit looking at a pack of wolves coming near. To increase the impact of them on his mind, I made him touch them with his finger and kiss them. Then, I took place on his back and tapped his legs with the inner sides of My heels. I don’t know whether it was inexperience or fear, but he shot forward like a rocket and I had to pull his hair to slow him down and keep him under control.

As a matter of fact, the four-leg-thing only last a few minutes, since I believe it is too easy for a slave and the real challenge is the two-legged performance.  

So, after the short ride as a four-legged pony, I showed him how to kneel down on one knee to make Me mount easy for a two-legged ride. I swung My leg over the kneeling slave and climbed his shoulders. Then, I grabbed his hair in My gloved hands and tapped his sides as a sign to rise. At first he seemed to have some problems to maintain his balance and provide Me a stable seat, but after a minute or so he seemed to get accustomed to his new position.

A pull at his hair and the kicking his left side steered him in the direction of the bathroom. Of course the house was to small for real riding (even on a human pony), but nevertheless I could make him feel how it would be when ridden like that. The limited space did not prevent Me from using My crop freely on his naked body.

After about five minutes making him twist and turn over and over again, I offered Jeffa to make a ride like that and I ordered her slave to put Me down.

Since she had no spurs at her boots, I encouraged her to use the crop extensively, which she did with great joy!

After the little rides, it was time for a last test. For this, he had to kneel down and ordered him to pleasure servant hans (I did not bring hans for nothing…hahahahahaaa…). At first he refused, but I and My crop convinced him to obey, and after a few minutes of yelling and hitting him, he opened his mouth (with disgust) and took hans’ erect penis in. I told him that his test was only over when he would make hans cum in his mouth and that not meeting that demand would be punished beyond imagination! Sensing the end of his suffering (at least for that day), he seemed to do his best to please My servant and tried to make him cum as soon as possible. However when hans actually ejaculated, bjorn could not bear it, withdrew and vomited. Nevertheless, he had taken My servant’s seemen in his mouth and had fulfilled the (according to Jeffa) most humiliating thing: sucking another male’s dick to ejaculation to please his Mistress while two women looked at him. As such, We declared him to have passed the tests! To celebrate, We opened a good bottle of champagne that hans had brought and toasted on it. Of course hans and bjorn only got the rest of the bottle after we had enough and they got to lick it from our boots and the floor since we had poured it over our boots.

Before I finally left, Jeffa thanked Me extensively and we promised to stay in touch.

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave

Some time ago, I was invited by a relatively unexperienced Domme, I got in contact with via my servant hans, to test and train a new slave of hers. Since I always like a good challenge, I accepted although it was agreed that Mistress Jeffa would decide how far I’d go and guard the eventual damage on her slave.

So, this weekend, I finally met her in her house in Dusseldorf. When I arrived at her place, her candidate-slave bjorn opened the door and without a word went down on his knees for Me. I pushed him aside with the tip of My boot and stepped further, ignoring him. I greeted Mistress Jeffa passionately while servant hans, who accompanied Me, introduced us to each other. As a greeting, he went down on his knees and kissed the tips of Jeffa’s boots. “you see slaveboy!” I spoke strictly towards her candidate-slave “there’s a lot you will have to learn…” and I told him that I just had stepped into a puddle of mud…

I had previously agreed with Jeffa to step into some disgusting things and check how far he would go licking Our boots clean. As a matter of fact, mud did not seem to be a problem for slave bjorn since he licked and sucked away all the dirt, even from between the tiny grooves of My soles. I told him that next time, I would have him tongue-clean My boots after I had walked the stables, but unfortunately I could not test that at that moment.

With the next test, I ordered him to hold his hands in front of him and have Me hit them with My crop (without withdrawing!). he also passed this test, but I must admit that I did not whipped full force since I was not going to destroy his hands. I only wanted to test whether he would stand a moderate level of pain just to please Me and his new Owner.

Another test was to drink My and Jeffa’s piss and lick My pussy dry. So We both filled up a glass with Our warm urine and had him drink it without hesitation. Being a little bit shy, Jeffa did not want him to see her actually pissing, but Me, Myself, I took him to the bathroom, filled up the glass (that he had to hold himself) and had him lick My pussy dry. Jeffa told Me that in the end she would love to have him lick her pussy and even her ass as well, but that she was not yet ready for this and that she wanted to get accustomed to her new position as Mistress. As a result she filled her glass when alone on the toilet. As a result, slave bjorn had to drink both glasses.

After he had finished our drinks, I signed servant hans to get Me My harness with dildo from the little suitcase I had brought.

First I made him suck the 15 cm long artificial cock. he started with a bit reluctancy at the head, but a few seconds later, I shoved the black rubber dildo that was attached to Me as far as I could in his mouth. he seemed to retch a few times, but I did not remove it completely and kept it in him yelling at the slave to suck it like a slut.

After a while, We had him bend over the bed and spread his legs. No need to explain what the idea was when a slave was made to bend forward spreading his legs in front of a dominant woman wearing a big strapon. Indeed, I pushed his ass cheeks apart and rammed the rubber weapon into his tiny asshole without mercy! It was one of the things Jeffa had explicitly asked Me to do with him and I could see that it excited her. he cried and howled like an animal but I continued pumping and thrusting My hip merciless. 

Since I saw that Jeffa really got hot like hell, I ordered My servant hans to get down in front of her and offer to lick her to orgasm. I don’t know whether it was the lust or that she just had thrown her initial prudishness overboard, but she accepted the offer greedily and removed her skirt and knickers with the speed of light. I wonder if it was hans’s tongue or My punching into bjorn’s ass, but to My satisfaction, after a few minutes Jeffa orgasmed! I told hans it saved him a good lashing and withdrew from bjorn’s ass.

Then, We had a kind of break and had refreshments that hans had brought. In the mean time bjorn was taught some positions he’d have to assume whenever his Mistress desired a specific one. Like that, he was used as footstool for our boots, had to present his cock and balls for inspection and get kicked if the Mistress seems fit, had to assume the waiting position, had to present his hands for our whip,…

Although he seemed to be a quick learner, this yielded him several good blows with one of My singletails.

To be continued (when I have more time)

Lady Contessa Pat

A ride in the Ardennes

Because of the excellent weather to ride, last Sunday, I went horseback riding in the Ardennes with Myriam, My HR-manager who also is My Domme friend. Therefore, I had ordered My servant frank who lives in Belgium to meet Us at the meeting point near the town of Dinant and also Myriam had done the same with her slave dave.

To My delight, there was nobody at the meeting point, except slave Michael and dave, when we arrived.  I had hoped for this so both my new slave michael and Myriam’s slave dave could show their submissivity at once and greet us in an appropriate way. That is kissing the tip of our boots and thank us to have invited them. However, michael immediately got my boot in his face “for kissing without passion” as I had called it. His noose immediately started bleeding since it was no match for my heavy riding boots. Like that he’d no more forget that my slaves always kiss My boots with passion! He excused himself extensively and kissed them as if his life depended on it while pleading that he still is a novice slave.

But also Myriam showed that she is no person to mess around with as she hit her slave in the face with her crop for looking up at her without approval.

Anyway, about fifteen minutes later our horses were ready and we both mounted them using our slaves as a footstool.

I wanted to have him tongue-clean my boots as well, but at that moment we heard a car came riding towards the parking place, so we stopped our “activities”. After making a few small turns on the parking we decided to leave since it looked that the people in the car had no intention to leave. So, we rode away while both dave and michael stayed with the van.

The ride was nice and although the weather was fine, we only met a little group of hikers and two mountainbikers.

Luckily the car had disappeared when we came back, since our boots needed some cleaning after we had dismounted in the middle of the wood to pee (and maybe some of it had splashed on my boots).

Since there were no more peaking eyes around on the small parking place, I had michael remove the mud with his shirt and give the leather of my boot a finishing touch with his tongue.

After having put the horses back in the van, we drove off towards a nice pub in the neighbourhood to eat something while dave and michael were left outside to stay with the horses in the van.

It was a cosy but old fashioned pub, but from a previous ride, we knew that the food was fresh and good. Apart from us, there were about ten men, talking and drinking beers at the bar. I was not surprised when all of them looked our way when we entered. Afterall I don’t think many “strangers” visited it, but even before we took place at a table I heard them making remarks on our outfit. They had heard that we spoke Dutch, but did not realize that I speak French as well. So I heard one of them say that he’d love to be ridden by one of us. Another one said that he’d better look out for our whips and all started to laugh. Then he asked if one of them had already felt the whip. None of them had.

I translated more or less to Myriam what was said since she does not speak French. Then, already after we had finished the main course of our diner, I heard one saying “they are way out of you league…” and the one who had said to look out for our whips came to our table, excused himself for interrupting and offered us a drink. Then he started flattering us, amongst others telling us that they did’t see much pretty women like us around there and that was why they were constantly looking at us. He said that he found female riders always sexy and that he would do anything to please one. We smiled and looked at each other but realized that we could not have any guy who shows his interest. However, since I am always interested in any sub that genuinely wants to live the rest of his life serving me like a real slave, I frankly told him to kiss Myriams riding boots. As I had expected, he was confused and told me that he’d do that but not in front of his friends. I told him to kiss our boots now and here or leave us alone. After some hesitation he left us mumbled that we were a couple of dykes. Case closed  and we left the pub about ten minutes later.

Lady Contessa Pat