2018

My return to Mistress Cara was inevitable because my need to be owned and controlled by such a powerful woman is overwhelming. She is naturally cruel, sadistic and merciless. She views all men as totally inferior and useless objects. Brutally abusing and degrading them seems to come effortlessly to her. Absolute power is what I crave and it seems I cannot escape her.

My greatest desire is to worship Mistress Cara. I will endure the most unimaginable levels of abuse and degradation to earn this right. Mistress Cara is perfectly equipped to inflict horrendous levels of abuse on me and she does. I am turned into a slut, pimped, abused, slapped and spat at. My self-respect is totally destroyed but I cannot escape. I want Mistress to destroy me. I want her to destroy me utterly. I don’t know what else to do. I live to suffer for my Mistress. I live to be tortured by her.

I belong to Mistress Cara. I will be hers until I die!

I am undoubtably an extremely fortunate slave in having sessions with the exquisite Mistress Cara. Having previously discussed a scenario on the phone I arrived at Mistress Cara’s Wimbledon address and she answered the door wearing exactly what I had asked for. I was bowled over by her stunning, mature, slender beauty. Her commanding presence and authorative voice left me in no doubt that she was the perfect Mistress for me. Dressed in blouse, skirt, stockings and heels she was the vision of perfection.

Having followed her upstairs she sat on her throne and ordered me to strip and kneel before her. Spitting in my face she then explained that she would take great pleasure in training me and that I would be severely whipped for any failure to carry out her orders satisfactorily. This was not long in coming as I obviously failed to lick her heels adequately. Kneeling with my forehead on the floor and my bottom high in he air Mistress administered ten stinging strokes with her dressage whip. Again seated she raised her skirt to her stocking tops and said that she hoped I would do a better job of worshipping her legs. My tongue slid over the perfection of her nylon clad calves, knees and thighs. Mistress clearly enjoyed the attention as she raised her skirt to reveal lovely milky white upper thighs and blue lacy panties. My tongue went to work on her smooth thighs as my eyes savoured the labia bulge in her panties. My straining cock meanwhile was leaving a snail trail as it brushed Mistress’s calves. For this misdemeanor I was order to bend over a chair and to count out twenty agonising strokes of the whip, each one delivered with considerablle force. On comletion Mistress ran her fingers over the raised red and purple welts, smiling with satisfaction at her expert work.

I begged Mistress to let me worship her breasts over her blouse, to which she consented. Her blue bra was faintly visible through the white material of her blouse. I kissed the small mounds. After a while Mistress unbuttoned her blouse and my tongue savoured he lacyness of her bra and the beautiful flesh of her tender stomach. For this I was treated to a further thirty strokes of the whip, delivered with intense force. My bottom was now a kaleidoscopic mass of welts, many of which wrapped around my upper thighs.

Mistress tthen produced an old pair of her soiled panties, ordering me to clean them with my tongue. To aid this she squatted and peed into a dog bowl so that I could continually wet my tongue in my endeavours. The gusset of her panties revealed pee stains and the white crustiness of vaginal discharge. A dried brown streak gave off wonderful aroma of my Mistress’s precious anal discharge. Taking a slurp from the dog bowl I set to work lapping off the stains and enjoying the taste of Mistress’s bodily waste. She watched as I greedily tongued the dirty gusset. After a few minutes Mistress was satisfied and ordered me to drink the remaining content of the dog bowl.

Mistress then gave me the opportunity of being allowed to worship her breast, a privilege that I had not though possible. Payback would be another forty stokes of her dressage whip at full force while being strung up by my wrists and ankles in a spread eagle fashion. I thanked Mistress for this wonderful opportunity and she set to work tying me up. When satisfied that I could not move she set to work. The dressage whip whistled as as it sliced through the air before burying itself agonisingly in my soft flesh. When the whipping was eventually over I knew by the intense pain that my bottom must be raw and probably bleeding. Mistress pulled up a stool in front of my restrained body and stood on it. Her bra was in front of my face. Very slowly she undid the hooks and slipped off the straps. The bra slid off revealingly the most perfect small breasts capped by large nipples. My lips reached out but she pulled away time and again. Eventually I was allowed to suckle those gorgeous little tits. I felt I had died and gone to heaven. My cock which had gone limp during my whipping was not fully erect again. Mistress decided it too needed attention and whipped it mercilessly. It was not long before I came in an explosion of sticky sperm which, once she had released me, Mistress made me lick from the rubber mat beneath me.

After a shower Mistress sat me down to talk about the session and enjoy a cup of tea. I had thoroughly enjoyed it and Mistress certainly seemed to have as well. She told me I was welcome back and I have no hesitation in saying that I shall do so very soon.

Thank you my wonderful Mistress Cara.

Slave P

I had admired Mistress Cara from her website for some time and was confident that she was the Mistress for me. This was confirmed when I phoned her and heard her sultry, sexy voice. She took an interest in my needs and I sensed that she was looking forward to our two hour session as much as I was.

I arrived at the allotted time and was mesmerised when Mistress Cara opened the door. She was sheer perfection, dressed in white blouse, black skirt, stockings and heels as I had requested. Her long black hair framed her lovely face and her lips were bright red with perfectly applied lipstick.

I followed Mistress Cara upstairs admiring her gorgeous slender legs. We went into one of her playrooms and she ordered me to strip and kneel before her as she sat on her throne. She then made me lick her heels, warning me of the consequence of failing to do a thorough job. My tongue worked on both heels, ensuring every inch was cleaned. As I lifted Mistress’s leg to clean the sole, I caught a brief glimpse up her skirt at white panties. Mistress noticed my gaze and was furious that, as her slave, I had dared to look up her skirt. She jumped up and selected a thin, single tail whip. Ordering me over a bench, she told me that for my impertinence I would receive twenty whip strokes, which she ordered me to count. Each stroke was agony, as she meant business, pausing to admire the effect of each lash. I was able to see the result of her work in the mirror as each welt reddened. I revelled in the intense pain, enjoying the sight of Mistress putting all her effort into ensuring that my bottom would suffer.

Mistress decided she wanted me to worship her gorgeous legs and removed her skirt so that my tongue could easily access everything from her toes to her stocking tops. I was of course in trouble when I reached her thighs and could enjoy the view of her hairy labia poking out of the side of her panties. My tongue automatically crept up her smooth flesh but I had gone beyond the limit of Mistress’s orders and she told me my punishment would be twenty five cane strokes. She ordered me to bend over and selected a thin rattan cane, which whistled through the air with each, accurately laid stroke. Mistress clearly enjoyed her task, as she turned my backside into a palette of angry raised red and purple welts.

Mistress then moved me to her other dungeon where a bed was covered with a rubber sheet. Mistress used rope to tie me, spreadeagled to it. Now, having removed her panties, she straddled my face. I was in heaven as her precious warm yellow piss fell into my mouth and I drank greedily.

Being a huge admirer of mature, dominant women who are tall and slender, I was already in seventh heaven, suffer under Mistress Cara’s whip hand and verbal abuse. I was desperate to see what I knew must be pretty little tits and begged Mistress to reveal them. She knew I had brought my own nipple torture device and ordered me to apply the weighted hooks to my own nipples. My nipples stretched to about three quarters of an inch, as the heavy weighs dangled beneath them. Mistress partially unbuttoned her blouse but did not reveal her breast. Only after a further whipping would that happen. I eagerly bent over to receive a further thirty cane strokes, each one delivered with practiced force. Mistress added five more strokes for forgetting to count.

Mistress administered twenty very painful strokes resulting in the upper side of my cock becoming heavily bruised. She then allowed me to finger her perfect little titties and those gorgeous nipples. I am in awe of Mistress Cara and would willingly have suffered the whipping, caning and nipple torture all over again in order to be in her presence and to worship her mature beauty.

I have already discussed my next session with Mistress Cara and can hardly wait to see her again.

Thank you Mistress. You are in my dreams.