A testimonial from Betty

This wasn’t my first time with London Mistress Cara, I last visited 6 (long!) months ago and on numerous previous occasions. She was amazing – again. A true Dominatrix goodness. Mistress Cara as always, took the time to go through the scenario I was interested to try. She really listens, makes suggestions and puts me at ease when discussing what I have in mind. Mistress Cara is highly intelligent which comes across when discussing scenarios.

As soon as entering her presence I feel totally engulfed by her gravitas and the need to prostrate myself mentally as well as physically before her.
This time the scenario involved domination, body worship, forced fem and slut training.

After telling me to strip naked and get on my knees, she left the room, leaving a pair of he soiled panties behind, only to return to find me licking and smelling them whilst vigorously playing with myself! Mistress was enraged. She slapped me about, spat on me and tortured my nipples, verbally abused me , telling me I was going to suffer for my actions. She then made me confess my sexual fantasies.

Mistress Cara dressed me as a whore slut (called Betty) telling she was going to train me and then pimp me out. After further slaps, she used a leather paddle on my behind whist I was on all fours. She then gave me a large dildo to suck, whilst she ravaged my behind (whilst I was on all fours) with another one which I could see happening in the mirror. I felt totally at her mercy as she vigorously pumped me whilst also verbally abusing me. I felt totally ravaged and in ecstasy. Mistress them paddled my behind some more prior to tying me to the bed and gagging me as I was moaning in pain and considerable pleasure as she tortured my cock, verbally abused and spat on me.

Finally I was so hard and absolutely bursting that I exploded a big load in pleasure. I was then made to lick this up to clean the rubber bed sheet. My degradation and total submission was complete!
London Mistress Cara took me on the most incredible journey, with surprises along the way to the amazing finish. I was with Mistress Cara for two full hours, so the above is just a summary and my words hardly do our session together justice.

Mistress Cara is truly incredible. To be in her presence and controlled by her is both a privilege and a considerable pleasure. I would highly recommend her even though I’d rather be her only supplicant. I’ll be back soon.


The joy of being owned by Mistress Cara

Without question, Mistress Cara has an inherent understanding of the various nuances of BDSM. Not for her the ‘Just do as you’re told, slave’ approach – this exquisite lady can reach deep into your soul and own you from the first meeting.

I frequently find myself thinking of her and it’s hard not to resort to a period of ‘self-satisfaction’ (which I inevitably have to confess to Mistress as she sits imperiously on her throne) and I am helpless to prevent myself lusting over her unique and sensuous figure clad in items from her exotic wardrobe.

My goal is to please her which, in turn, satisfies my own desires from our sessions. And so our revised menu meant that Mistress received a great deal of pampering as I took every care to ensure I treated her as the supreme goddess I know her to be. I would willingly be her permanent live-in slave, attending to her every desire at any time day or night. After all, as she reminds me every time, she owns me and I have willingly accepted that to be true.

Look no fursther than the divine London Mistress Cara – a testimonial

If you like, as I do, an elegant, slender, mature, commanding mistress then look no further than the divine London Mistress Cara. Her elegance and poise will captivate completely while her brutal disdain will leave you in no doubt as to who is in charge. Her wonderfully slender figure is a reminder of her former days as a ballerina. This she has combined with maturity to create the persona of a dominant sylphen mistress.

Beware those who think that her wonderfully skinny frame could not administer a suitable punishment. She is the consummate professional in wielding whip and cane, whose marks are a reminder of her supremacy.

My visits to Mistress Cara never fail to leave painful marks and a satisfied soul.

Birthday Pleasures

It was my birthday in the week so my treat to myself was a session with Mistress Cara of London. The need to enjoy the sight, feel, smell and taste of her extensive rubber wardrobe frequently rears its head and I am powerless to resist.

My anticipation of the pleasures awaiting reached fever pitch as she stood on her stairs and beckoned me to follow her exquisitely petite form to her chambers of pleasure.

After a customary chat while Mistress extracted my confession of the times I’d lusted over her since we last met, we moved to her rubber dungeon where I willingly pampered Mistress as she desired. I must have done a satisfactory job as, by way of reward, Mistress proceeded to degrade me in ways that I would only entrust to her.

Whenever I leave her I feel like I’m floating on air. Champagne and caviar may be a luxurious dish but it is as nothing compared to spending time serving London Mistress Cara…

Holiday adventures with London Mistress Cara

The joy of the extended Christmas/New Year holiday meant that I was able to pay a couple of visits to London Mistress Cara and continue my journey of degradation at the hands and deliciously perverted mind of this absolute goddess.

Over time we have developed a close rapport and during the mid-morning sessions that have become our practice and which we secretly refer to as ‘brunch’ should anyone ask, Mistress takes control from the moment I hear the clicking of her heels as she comes to the door. The sound of her long thigh boots in her hallway precedes a view of her diminutive rear as she leads me upstairs to her dungeon and I allow myself a moment of pleasure admiring her petite figure, clad in clinging rubber.

Once seated at her throne, she demands my detailed confession of the many and regular lustful thoughts I’ve had about her since our last meeting. Her cut-glass, commanding, voice demonstrates her exquisite power over her slaves. It is clear that she enjoys this moment and as anyone who has the good fortune to serve her will know, Mistress is the most genuine and skilled practitioner of the art of domination that anyone could wish to find.

Naked,or sometimes wearing my own latex, I follow her to the rubber room, where I spend time worshipping her boots; sucking the heels like a cock,licking the detritus from the soles and trailing my hands and tongue the full length of the shiny black leather. Meanwhile, Mistress teases me with her deviant thoughts and suggestions, threatening to keep me as a permanent slave for her personal use at any time she wishes and to perform whatever act she chooses, no matter how perverted, disgusting or degrading it may be. I would willingly allow her to do just that…

Mistress fully understands the nuances of BDSM. She gets deep into your head and dominates your thoughts between visits. My confessions usually reveal just how often I think of her rubber-clad body, how I dream of stroking it and pampering her but also knowing that’s a treat I have to work hard to earn but one which, when granted, is the most sublime moment as I feel her body heat through the thin rubber.

Mistress knows I’m not into pain and punishment but derive pleasure from sensual domination and degradation without limits. Mistress is equally sensual and her darkly perverted mind (which she freely admits to having) has led me down a path of degradation that, until I met a Mistress that I immediately felt I could trust implicitly, I felt might only ever remain in the realms of fantasy.

My journey with London Mistress Cara continues…

A perfect blend of sophistication, dominance, authority and intelligence – a testimonial

The pre appointment communication was extremely comprehensive totally professional and put one at ease, giving a thorough understanding that all the required elements, to be undertaken in the appointment were understood.

Upon meeting Mistress Cara, she is amazing, a perfect blend of sophistication, dominance, authority and intelligence. I was given a warm welcome, and a tour of the amazing facilities, 3 areas, that would cater for all tastes and requirements. The rooms have an endearing but sinister, character and patina and are fully equipped for the fulfilment of any scenario. We discussed my requirements, comprehensively in a very open manner and I was made to feel extremely comfortable. The session was amazing, going so much further than my expectations, a skilful and exquisite balance of pleasure and pain, all of my requirements were met fully, there was never any doubt as to who was in charge. I was left feeling totally satisfied and fulfilled.

Thank you mistress Cara for a wonderful amazing experience.

An Amazing Dominatrix – a Testimonial

I visited Mistress Cara earlier today the 14th July. This wasn’t my first time with Mistress Cara, but hadn’t been able to visit in a while. She was amazing. A true Dominatrix goodness. Mistress Cara took the time to go through the scenario I was interested to try. She really listens, makes suggestions and put me at ease.

The scenario involved domination, body worship and forced fem. Mistress Cara took me on the most incredible journey, with surprises along the way to an amazing finish.

Mistress Cara is truly incredible and I’ll be back soon.

An incredible journey – a testimonial

I visited Mistress Cara earlier today the 14th July. This wasn’t my first time with Mistress Cara, but hadn’t been able to visit in a while. She was amazing. A true Dominatrix goodness. Mistress Cara took the time to go through the scenario I was interested to try. She really listens, makes suggestions and put me at ease.

The scenario involved domination, body worship and forced fem. Mistress Cara took me on the most incredible journey, with surprises along the way to an amazing finish.

Mistress Cara is truly incredible and I’ll be back soon.

The Session had everything I imagined – a Testimonial

June 2023

This week during a rare visit to London, I visited Mistress Cara for the first time. I had been admiring her website and her gallery for a while, as well as her list of skills and interests which encompassed my own fantasies. By the time my visit was over, the experience had been all that I had hoped for.

When I arrived at Mistress Cara’s door, she greeted me dressed in line with the fantasy I had described in my initial email: her long, slim legs clad in sheer black tights, along with remarkably high heels and a shiny black dress. I followed her up the stairs to her dungeons.

Once settled and with the paperwork out of the way, Mistress sat in a high-backed red chair and insisted that I sit before her and share the full extent of my secret desires. I confessed my obsession for nylons, especially black tights; and my desire not just to see them, but to wear them myself. Mistress feigned shock and disbelief as I described my own transformation once dressed in my own black tights, heels, lacy top, and absurdly short pleated skirt. Once dressed up I became a filthy plaything, I explained; a wanton whore, to be used for any filthy and perverted purpose she desired.

Mistress demanded that I kneel before her and continue. I confessed my desire to be used by women and men alike. I yearned to worship a woman’s sensual body however she wished, kissing, licking, tasting, and swallowing whatever she demanded. Mistress accused me of being a greedy little tart; but she also knew there was more. She insisted I continue with a full confession.

On my knees before her, I revealed that I lusted to be put to work by Mistress satisfying strange men. When I was dressed up as a cheap tart, with a short skirt barely covering my nylon-covered ass and tottering in my high heels, I yearned to walk the street to draw customers, and then get down on my knees in dirty alleyways, sucking men’s cocks and swallowing their loads. Mistress inhaled sharply with feigned shock and disgust, and accused me again of being a filthy prostitute who was desperate to put my perverted self on show.

Mistress demanded that I strip down and change in front of her. I slipped into a pair of black tights, then added some neon pink opaque stockings on top. I added a stretchy, lacy black top and my short pleated skirt; then slipped my feet into black high heels to complete my outfit. Mistress had me turn for her, and observed that I could possibly draw some customers if I learned to bend and posture and show off my nyloned ass and legs. Then Mistress directed me into one of her dungeon bedrooms for my first test.

Mistress lay down on the bed and her voice became sharp. She insisted that I beg for the privilege of touching her slim legs in her sheer black tights. I pleaded desperately until she judged me to be earnest enough; then she insisted that I worship her legs, stroking and massaging them, kissing and licking my way from the pointed toe of each shoe to each of her nyloned thighs. I spent considerable time proving my devotion to Mistress’ legs this way, intoxicated by the luxury of touching her fine ballerina’s legs through the sheer black material.

Only once I had demonstrated my devotion to Mistress’ body did she then turn to the second test.

Mistress insisted that I kneel again before her, and produced bright red lipstick which she applied amply to my lips. Then, she selected a dildo from several she kept at the bedside; it was time for my training. First she gently slid the plastic cock side to side over my bright red lips and demanded that I open my mouth and lick the round head. Then she penetrated my lips, sharply demanding that I enthusiastically suck the cock she shoved back and forth, in and out of my whore mouth. Her voice was stern, and her eyes severe: “Suck that cock, you filthy little tart,” she demanded. “Suck it! You love it, don’t you? Don’t you?” Her face was close enough to mine that I could feel the spittle strike as she commanded me to continue sucking the hard plastic cock she worked in and out of me. “You can feel him swelling now, he’s going to cum. Get ready! You’re going to swallow every drop of his thick cum from his cock!” I obeyed every command she issued from her own bright red lips.

Eventually Mistress felt that I had done a sufficiently passable job that, if I begged, she would slide a finger over my straining cock trapped inside my tights. I again pleaded and promised to do anything, anything at all for her. Slipping the dildo back into my mouth with an order to “Suck!”, she reached under my skirt and outlined my cock with a finger, sliding it up and down over my black tights. It was not long before, the dildo still clamped between my bright red whore lips, I came in a huge gush, completing my degradation.

The session was everything I had imagined. I cannot recommend the experience highly enough. From Mistress Cara you can expect:

– poise, strength, and command; her tone can switch from indulgent to severe in a flash, and she issues orders expertly
– understanding and encouragement to fully express and inhabit your deep and secret desires
– well-equipped dungeons, with an extensive female wardrobe and fetish gear of all kinds
– experience and insight, to guide you even to places you might hesitate to share
– intuition, to anticipate your desires and push you to your very edge
– flashes of generosity, if truly deserved

My next trip to London will unquestionably feature a repeat visit to Mistress Cars’s dungeons – and maybe more than one.

My exquisite Mistress in rubber – a Testimonial

It had been too long since I had last visited Mistress Cara and my anticipation was at fever pitch when I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she came to open the door.

We had exchanged emails to help set the scene, spoken on the phone to confirm details and I’d even found myself the subject of her erotic tweets which was very arousing! Now here she was, in the flesh once more, and wearing the black rubber leotard and thigh boots that I had lusted over since her website makeover.

I followed her upstairs, afforded a spectacular rear view of her diminutive but amazing figure, longing to touch but knowing this was an honour that I would need to work hard to earn – if at all.

Yes I do lust over her and, as is her way, she extracted this confession from me almost immediately. Zipped inside the cocoon of her rubber body bag, he entered my psyche, drawing from me my confession of how I fantasised over her images.

In real life she is far more than her images imply. Naturally dominant and controlling, nothing can prepare you for the sight, feel, smell and taste of her rubber collection. She can turn from a sensuous writhing kitten as she torments you with a body-to-body massage, separated by clinging rubber, into a spitting hellcat of fury if she thinks you are enjoying yourself a little too much!

I adore this woman and hand control to her immediately as I walk through the door. She is taking me on a path to complete degradation as I seek a position as her toilet slave as, step by wonderful step, my journey continues…

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