Last weekend I finally met My German Friends again! Although it was only for one day, since I did not stay overnight, it was such a joy to meet Them again. Of course, We had a lot to talk about since We had not met for about two years and thus the slaves that were gathered to serve Us had a rather easy day (compared to meetings We had before covid).
Also, we were introduced to two slaves Charlotte had “hired” who where professional cooks. However, after their introduction, they left to the kitchen and where no longer seen (until after diner when they had to present themselves to be evaluated for it).
After this easy chatting during which the slaves served Us snacks and drinks the more physical entertainment started and the slaves had to get naked and show themselves to Us. During this “inspection”, We ran Our whips over their body, tapped their nipples and dick somewhat harder, now and then really hitting them with Our crops. Watching the reaction, and commenting on it, We humiliated them verbally. Especially two of them who needed their cock to be lifted with a crop were made fun of. Me, Myself I lifted the slaves dick in front of Me with the tip of My boot and to everyone’s surprise it made it rise!
“Must be that it likes a good boot!” One of My Friends exclaimed, “maybe you should kick it…!” and of course I took the advice and instead of getting small again, his dick got harder. An invitation to kick more and harder! Fun!
Another one got a good taste of Charlotte’s single tail whip, making him beg My Friend to stop for several minutes. I thought that he would break any moment and leave, but Charlotte had very well anticipated and whipped him to an inch of his capabilities to take a whipping! And the best thing was: he had not done anything wrong. he got whipped just… because! I guess She just wanted to show Us how well this slave was trained.
Anyway,
after an hour or so, We decided to hold a “boot contest”. Our slaves were
blindfolded and had to kiss and lick Our boots and tell who was in front of
them. With a good answer, the slave was allowed to crawl towards the next One,
but with a wrong guess, he got a kick from the boot he was supposed to
recognize! Unfortunately,
My fun was limited since it was easy to recognize My boots since I was the only
One who wore spurs at My boots. That is why after a while I had them removed.
From that moment on, the contest was more equal, although most recognized Our
boots anyway. It was what made Us decide to change boots without Our slaves knowing.
As such I had taken Madam Petra’s thigh highs with high heels while Mistress
Carla had pulled on My riding boots. Of course, the slaves were completely
confused when they got kicked with nearly every guess!
Like Madam Petra and Mistress Carla, I could not withhold Myself and kicked the slaves in the face each time they guessed wrong! Fun fun fun!
After a while, Charlotte winked at Me and the other girls and proposed to have a walk in the garden… Of course, the walk was not just to breath some fresh air… as Our lovely boots got soiled…! I do not have to explain what that meant!
Actually, our slaves were lucky that it had not rained for more than a week, but nevertheless, I made sure that My boots got a bit dusty. Of course, being well trained slaves, they knew not to let Us walk further in dull boots!
When back in the house, I poured some wine over the tip of My boot.
“Excuse Me Mistress, shall I lick it off the precious leather of your beautiful boots..?” My slave asked. I nodded approvingly and complimented Our host, Lady Charlotte, with the quality of the slaves.
As expected with the two chef-slaves, the diner was excellent, but also the waiters were fun since they had to serve Us naked making them very vulnerable for Our whips and boots.
All of Us had a little bell We used in case We wanted something. Me Myself, I had ordered a slave next to Me on his knees, ready to serve and… to remove everything that might fall off the table! Of course, most of the time I had him lick My boots.
After the main dish, Madame Carla had this funny idea and suggested to ring Our little bells all together, creating chaos amongst the slaves who did not know who to serve first and thus ran like rabbits back and forth yielding them plenty of lashes for slow serving… hahahahaaa…
After diner, the chef-slaves had to present themselves on their knees for evaluation. Honestly, I must say that they had done their best and if I were fair, I had to say that they had done the perfect job. However, We started to complain: about the soup being too cold, while I said that Mine was too hot. It yielded them a few serious faceslaps. About the wine: a kick in the balls! About the amount of juice with the main dish: lashes on the hands with Our crops. About the starter: more faceslaps form Charlotte, a crop in the face from Myself. About the dessert: more lashes on their hands… and finally they had to thank Our boots for being patient and not to kick them to pulp for all this.
A
view in My handbag…
After this ceremonial thanking, We had some
time to make use of the sexual services of the slaves and as such I had ordered
a good looking slave in his mid-forties upstairs with Me.
As you know, We have a non-pictures policy during Our meetings, but I can show you the content of My handbag. I think it can give you an idea of what I did with slave wolfgang…
Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante
