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Testimonial

Hi Mistress Cara, just like to thank you for yesterdays fantastic session with you. Most punishment i have ever had and am paying the price today. Didnt realise how strong you are. Next session longer and harder i am fantasising about now. Hope to see you soon

The biggest beating of my life! A Testimonial to London Mistress Cara

I entered Mistress Cara’s house and behind the door appeared a mature beautiful lady. I looked down on her. Upstairs now she ordered. That was the last time i looked down on her ! 2 hours later i was leaving having had the biggest beating of my life. My 1st visit is just the start for me now. The joy on her face when she can see you suffering is something i have never seen before. All i seem to remember her saying during my time was ” where i my whip”. She just enjoys beating her slaves. She is encouraging me to have a longer session just so she can inflict more pain on me. I will of course follow her instructions. Stood all the way home on train to East London because to painful. Gary

My new Domme – a testimonial

I nervously rang the doorbell and I was then greeted by the wonderful Mistress Cara who was dressed in a tight black rubber dress and long thigh high red patent leather boots. I followed those red leather boots up the stairs with my eyes fixated on Mistress Cara’s pert little bottom encased in her rubber dress.
When we reached the landing I was shown one of the rooms and Mistress Cara invited me to have a seat. Mistress Cara sat opposite me on her throne with her beautiful slender legs crossed while she put me at ease as we chatted about our session together.

Mistress Cara lit a cigarette and elegantly put it to her ruby red lips, something I had asked her to do when I had called her earlier. Her jet black hair and her sultry brown eyes, red lipstick and dominant demeanour was turning me on.

Just to say I had a wonderful time with Mistress Cara and felt pleasured and relaxed afterwards.
I will be definitely booking my next appointment soon with my new dominant Mistress Cara. X

A Poem Testimonial

Mistress Cara is the one I crave
I wish only to be her slave
Her stunning beauty and slender frame
Are famous features of her name
Raven hair and deep red lips
Her visage could sink a thousand ships
With erect nipples on tiny breast
Against her blouse they are pressed
Lissom legs in stocking clad
Are dreamy visions I have had
I am kneeling at her heel
Awaiting pain I delight to feel
With whippy cane she goes to work
Her strong energy does not shirk
Each cruel blow is truly felt
In red and blue and purple welt
My body’s bound in ropes so firm
I can’t escape or even squirm
A hundred strokes, she takes a rest
To admire the work of cruel quest
She then decides a hundred more
With perfect the canvas of bleeding sore
My back is next with leather whip
The flails rain down in brutal grip
A hundred strokes, my skin is raw
But Mistress Cara insists on more
I submit to pain and relish it
The endorphins flow with every hit.
At sessions end we drink tea and snack
One thing’s for certain, I’ll be back!

A Testimonial from Alice

I am now a regular visitor to Mistress Cara. During lockdown I had ample opportunity to reflect on what I wanted from life and I realised that I had an overwhelming desire to be controlled, dominated and ultimately owned by a superior and glamorous woman.

Madam has always been extremely gracious to allow me to dress and make-up as Alice before we start each session. For those that need it, Mistress Cara has an extensive wardrobe for crossdressers and enjoys seeing the transformation as part of the overall process of measured humiliation. Woe betide anyone who becomes aroused though – you will receive extra punishment to that part of your anatomy and it hurts!

Each time I am led into the interrogation room and while Madam sits on her throne, I am forced to confess all the perverted thoughts and deeds I have had or done since my last visit. As you can see from the website Mistress Cara has a vast array of equipment. I normally find that I am very quickly hooded, gagged and secured to one of the many pieces of apparatus before being painfully punished for my misdemeanours and indiscretions.

We have reached a point where Mistress Cara, who is without doubt a wonderful and accomplished dominatrix, has pretty much completed my subjugation. On my next visit, to confirm my submission, I am aware that Madam will be yet more severe with her whips, floggers and canes, indeed unrelenting and unmerciful and I know that I will suffer further pain and humiliation as a consequence of this. I have an uneasy feeling as to what this humiliation might involve but it would be remiss of me to speculate as it is not my place to pre-empt what might or might not transpire. Quite frankly, if Mistress Cara decided to chop off my cock and balls and put them on her mantelpiece, it would probably be doing me a favour.

For anyone thinking of approaching Mistress Cara for an appointment, I don’t think you will find anyone better equipped to deal with you. Be brave, you won’t regret it and I only wish I had done so years ago.

I would do anything for you – a testimonial

Dear Mistress Cara,
Thank you for you e-mail. I absolutely loved the photos.
Visiting you was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. The dominance and power of your presence and instruction really made me physically weak.
I adored the way you made me feel, I would do anything for you.
V

Testimonial

On the day of my session I arrived at the underground station early, had a coffee in a local coffee shop and waited for the time for my appointment with Mistress Cara to arrive. At the appointed time I phoned for directions and found the location without any problem.

When I reached the front door, Mistress opened it and greeted me almost as if she had always known me, which put me completely at ease. I followed her upstairs admiring her delicious figure wearing the red outfit and red boots I had requested. Even, at this stage I sensed this was going to be a very special session and believe me, it was.

I won’t go into the full details of each activity, just to say that there was some interrogation to begin with followed by a period of confinement in the cage. After that I was secured to the cross for some whipping and finally tie and tease. There was an interlude during the session when I enjoyed a cup of tea with Mistress while we moved from one activity to the next. It provided me with an opportunity to get to know Mistress and made the session even more rewarding. I would also add that right through the session Mistress had the ability to move effortlessly from being mistress to the welcoming lady who opened the door when I arrived.

I will definitely be back for more and I know they will be equally rewarding. Finally, I would like to recommend Mistress Cara to anybody interested in finding a mistress, both novices and those who are experienced in the scene.

A Testimonial

You are the epitome of perfection. Like a fine wine you improve with maturity. Every line and crease in your body is worthy of worship. Your beautiful elegant high cheek boned face is commanding and full of presence. Your gorgeous little breasts capped by large nipples are the loveliest I could ever have imagined. Your wonderful, slender limbed body is a sight to behold.

I am your slave, a canvass on which you will paint strong, red lines with your cane. Building up a picture of brutal welts. My pain is your amusement, bringing a smile to your face as you apply ever more brutal strokes.

Testimonial

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!

Testimonial from slave p

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

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