New catches?

Last night while riding I encountered two pedestrians who whistled at Us! We turned Our horses and asked them why they whistled. A little bit surprised by Our reaction, the smaller of the two men hesitantly told Us that he found Us “a nice duo” and wanted to show his appreciation by whistling. The other one added that indeed it was a beautiful sight to see two “pretty women” controlling such large animals. I told him defiantly that with the aid of Our spurs and whip We manage easily...

“Wow…” the bigger one said, “…I don't want to argue with You.” And Myriam replied at once that indeed they better obey if We want them to do something! I looked a bit angry at her, because I felt that Her comment was very ambiguous and that I did not want Her to reveal Our “preferences”... At least not that soon to strangers We never met before! She understood immediately and corrected herself saying that, of course, she meant that Our horses had to obey if they did not wanted to feel Our crop.

In the meantime, I noticed that the other one was constantly staring at My riding boots and to provoke him, I gently tapped My boot a few times with My riding crop. Probably as a result of this, he seemed to want to come closer, but I anticipated this and steered My horse a little closer to him Myself. He suddenly seemed to get a bit scared and backed away. The bigger one laughed and said to his friend that he knew it was better not to challenge “the cavalry”… The bigger one then asked if We came from the riding school nearby and he added that maybe they should go there for a drink later... I lied that We weren't from there and never even came there. I said so because I didn't want them to come there since We didn't actually know them at all. 

In order to draw his attention away from the riding school, I told them that we would be back next week, same time same place. The little one immediately replied that he would probably be there then because it was very nice to talk to Us! However, I don't think this was because of our voice...!

“It's not every day you come across two beautiful women like you…” the taller one made it clear that he too was “interested”. Of course, I don't really know yet if that means he would be willing to serve us as Mistresses, but there was clearly “interest”.

If indeed, We would go back next week (not decided yet), We will find out if indeed they meet Our “likes”... Anyway, both said it was nice to talk to us.

This morning, I was thinking about bringing an extra long riding crop next week. I have one that is at least a meter long and I think it will make an impression. I don't know if those men know that, but you don't want to feel a whip like that! I once thrashed a slave with it and that was impressive, if I say so Myself! It was when I had a little discussion with one of My German Friends about which whip is the most painful and We decided to whip a slave the front and back with a different whip and allowed him to stop one of the whips after five hits. I then used such a long riding crop with which I "worked" his front and My Friend used a bullwhip, of at least two meters long, on his back. And indeed, after five strokes he begged Me to stop using the long riding crop and would rather receive a few more severe lashes with the bullwhip!

Lets see what will happen next week…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

24 hours in Paris

The day before yesterday I called My servant Michael because I was going to spend the night in Paris and wanted some submissive company (for a difficult meeting the day after, yesterday). As ordered, he was already waiting in the lobby when I arrived and immediately walked over to take My suitcase. When we entered My room, of course, he immediately went down and started kissing the toes of My boots as a welcome. I sat down and immediately ordered him to clean the soles of My thigh boots, as I suspected I had stepped in something dirty. he of course immediately obeyed and told Me that I had indeed squashed some insect and he politely asked if he could wipe it away with his handkerchief. I didn't really allow this, but told him he could do so with his checked shirt. Of course he didn't hesitate for a second, probably afraid that I would change My mind, and brushed the crushed insect away. Then I snapped My fingers and he kissed and licked the soles of My boots meekly, like a true, well-trained servant. Then I ordered him to take the whip, that I had brought, from My suitcase and I lay down on the bed. After the short “boots out!” and “massage!”, he started to carefully pull out My high boots and start extensively massaging My feet and calves. For the next hour he did his best while I relaxed and watched a nice movie on my iPAD. However, after an hour or so I had him put on My boots again and ordered him to undress completely. I urged him to hurry up with My whip. When he was done, I had him kneeling at My boots, with his face against the ground, and I began to undress Myself, until I was completely naked except for My high boots and panties. Then I also put on a pair of black leather gloves, allowed him to take a condom and put it on and start “pampering” Me... Of course, starting with the soles of My boots and moving slowly but surely upwards... An hour or so later he had given Me three orgasms and, kissing My boots, he was allowed to jerk himself off and cum. He thanked Me profusely by kissing My boots even more expressly and fanatically out of gratitude and I took off My gloves and threw them on the ground so that My servant could pick them up and put them nicely back in My suitcase. Next, I went to the toilet and he had to lick away the last drops after my pee. Then I had him pull out My boots again and he had to give Me a second massage. This time including My back and buttocks and for dessert I ordered him to kiss and caress My ass extensively and caress My asshole with his tongue. Another half hour later I sent him back to his own room...

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Patrick again...

Last Saturday, Patrick had invited Me to a club in Holland and demonstrated both his submission towards Me and his dominant nature towards other subs.

Unfortunately, most of the people were not really slaves, more like kinky, and quite a lot appeared to be gay, but a few were bisexual and it was especially those I could have fun with.

He had told Me that he’d make anyone of the slaves present suffer if only I snapped My fingers. And I did test his promise!

As a result, he alternately beat a guy with his leather belt and kissed the tip of My boots asking “shall I continue beating him up My Lady”. I nodded at least five times for approval and enjoyed watching how someone (Patrick) who crawled towards My boots and begged to kiss them was beating up another man just because I liked it. It made Me hot like hell so after five times or so I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his lips to Mine. We kissed and caressed each other. In the meantime, he had ordered two male slaves to kiss both My boots and his shoes.

I was also surprised that they called him “Sir”, while he addressed to Me as “Madame Mistress” and he did not hide his submission towards Me. It pleased Me. I like hierarchy with Me at the very top!

In the beginning I had told Patrick that I did not want any of the subs looking higher than My boots. After a while I complained at him that one of the slaves gazed at My bosom.  As a result, Patrick stood up, dragged the old man towards a whipping cross and started beating him very hard with a whip. After about five minutes, he turned towards Me and made a reverence showing that he did all this for Me. I smiled and nodded to go on.  It was the sign for Patrick to even whip the man harder! When he stopped the second time I signed him to come back to Me and I rewarded him for his “chivalry”… and We left the club somewhat later for the intimacy of a nearby hotel. And when I was about to leave the club, and just like when we had entered, he ordered a slave he seemed to know, to tongue clean the dirty soles of My boots. I sat down again for a few minutes and lifted My boot…

You will understand that the rest of the evening was more private but I can tell you that Patrick showed his submission towards Me in the hotel for more than 100%!

One little example: when I took a little bottle of champagne from the minibar, I also took a glass for him and filled it at the toilet. He drank the warm yellow liquid without hesitation and told Me that to he’d do anything for Me. I find drinking piss very humiliating and it always gives Me a feeling of absolute power over the one drinking My “waste”! Half an hour later I allowed him to drink straight from the source and have him lick away all remaining drops!

 

In the morning, We promised to see each other more often since We both had a great time.

 

Lady Contessa Pat