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.

I am an ultra Submissive, Masochistic Male who adores being used, abused, Tortured and Humiliated by a Sadistic Mistress. I have been used by lots of Mistresses over the years, but I have always been looking for that special Mistress, and at last I have finally found her.

I arranged an appointment with Mistress Cara recently, and told her I wanted to be taken under her complete control, and for her to increasingly Humiliate and Degrade me. I told Mistress Cara I was looking for a long term Training program, if we got on well together, so I could be taken deeper and deeper into her world.

I was not disappointed when I met Mistress Cara. She was Beautiful and took Total control of me. I really enjoyed the session, especially the verbal abuse and Humiliation.

I knew immediately that I wanted Mistress Cara to own me, and to train me as her Humiliation and Pain Sissy / Pansy. My body is now her property, and I cannot wait for my next training session, when I will become her pretty, Mincing, effeminate, little Sissy Pansy Girl.

Mistress Cara has a very reasonable tribute and really enjoys what she does. She is a Total expert. I fully recommend her.

At last I have found a Mistress who knows how to fulfill my needs.

Curtsy

Your Sissy Lesbian Pansy xx

Mistress Cara is an elegant sensual woman. Her rooms are equipped with every device a slave would need. Mistress has an amazing range of outfits in rubber leather and PVC.

Mistress Cara does not rush and always has time to talk before and after a session.

Mistress now owns my body mind and soul.

When I leave and return home I lust for her and need to return as soon as possible.

Slave David

Mistress Cara told me she was going to leave me tied up to consider my fate. She tied me to the bed and she left me. I had nothing to do but contemplate my fate, while I admired the extensive array of whips and chains all around me. I heard nothing apart from the occasional moans and screams, both of pleasure and pain, as Mistress Cara occasionally visited and tortured and tormented the other slave, strapped to the dentist’s chair in her medical room. As I listened to his screams, moans and groans, my heart was beating in fear and trepidation. This fear and trepidation was mixed with longing and anticipation. It was a most unusual state of mind I was in. However, now that it is gone. I miss it. I wish I was back there. I have never felt so alive, as I felt lying there, totally unable to escape, both longing for and dreading my Mistress’s return!

As I lay there contemplating my fate and dreaming about what might be and what was soon going to be, I occasionally interrupted my fantasies and speculations to look around me. I was knocked out by what I saw. Mistress really does have a fabulously well equipped dungeon!

The bed on which I was lying was covered in rubber sheeting and it had masses of restraints and equipment connected to it. Although it was a four poster bed, it could also be used as a torture tool, to which a slave could be secured for a beating or prolonged torture.

All around me was Mistress’s fabulous clothing, clothing in leather, rubber and PVC, with some additional clothing that would be appealing to anyone with a taste for magnificence, a whole range of colourful fabrics together with jewelled items that sparkled in the subdued lighting of the dungeon.

On the wall there was a huge array of whips, canes, switches and floggers. Mistress had enough equipment to really hurt someone, if she chose to!

As I lay in this dungeon, I was knocked out by it. This was one of the best equipped dungeons I had ever seen, and I have seen quite a few dungeons in my time! What was even more mind blowing was knowing that this was only one dungeon of three! There was a room next door, which I knew was equally magnificent, because that was where I had had my first session with Mistress Cara. I had not even tried the room in which Mistress Cara keeps her dentist’s chair! Mistress Cara is one exceptionally equipped Mistress. Mistress Cara takes her time, too! She enjoys what she does!

I have met a lot of Mistresses in the 44 years I have been doing this sort of thing. I have spoken on the telephone to a whole lot more. There have been many times when I have spoken to a Mistress on the telephone, where I have thought, “This Mistress is only interested in how much money she can make.” I don’t bother with Mistresses like that, even if they have their own prison cells or look like a model or a Goddess Incarnate. It doesn’t matter how good a Mistress looks or how much equipment she has, if the Mistress’s first interest isn’t in tying you up and making you her slave, the session is not going to be a good one. My sessions with Mistress Cara are always good! Mistress Cara enjoys what she does. She’s very good at it too!

I met Mistress Cara for the first time last night. She is every bit as alluring and elegant as shown in her website photos. For such a small statured lady she has an incredibly intimidating presence!

I was appropriately nervous with fear and excitement as I awaited my punishment and then she duly delivered- putting me over her knee and spanking me senseless!

This lady is a genuine lifestyle dominatrix who had me truly bewitched and at her mercy. I have realised now that a fantasy really can come true. Needless to say that I will be back for more!

My first visit to London Mistress Cara

On arriving at her house in a quiet suburban street in South London, I rang the door bell and shortly after the door was opened by Mistress Cara, who is every diminutive inch like her pictures,  dressed in red latex top and latex panties along with elegant thigh high black patent heeled boots.

I followed this beautiful Mistress upstairs and we went into the back play room. I had brought some wine which we drank and chatted about what we might do  over the afternoon. She changed her boots to shoes which  l chose some from her vast collection and put on her beautiful stocking clad feet and worshipped them while naked and being flogged and teased, having smoke blown in my face.

l had the most fantastic  afternoon for many years and never felt hurried or rushed; a truly a wonderful time and I long to return.

This was my second session with Mistress Cara. I am going to try to session with her as often as I possibly can, because for me she presses all the right buttons.

I asked for a 2 hour session, and requested very secure bondage, verbal humiliation and electrics. I was first strapped to the dentist chair.

I was strapped and roped very securely to the chair, so I was helpless and totally under Mistress Cara’s control. I was also hooded and gagged.

Mistress Cara then attached her electrics to me and gave me CBT with some quite powerful jolts, while giving me the delicious verbal humiliation that so many Mistresses cannot or will not do.

After around an hour, I was taken from the dentist chair and strapped into the body bag in another room of Mistress Cara’s extensive dungeon.

I was once again strapped securely into place, hooded and gagged, then subjected to exactly the right amount of pain, even though I’d asked that no safewords be used. Mistress Cara is an expert at gauging my threshold from my reaction to the pain.

Finally I was attached underneath the chair while Mistress Cara peed all over my face.

Mistress Cara excels in what she does. She clearly enjoys it, is well equipped and her tribute is half what many Mistresses charge, even though she is based in London and is an expert Mistress. You can park at her place free of charge and it is close to a tube station.

Mistress Cara is without doubt the most amazing woman that I have ever met, or will ever meet – ever. She is the personification of beauty and refined elegance.

When I first visited Her, when She first opened the door She literally took my breath away and my heart missed several beats. She was the woman of my dreams; the woman that I had been searching for all my life. I was captivated and I instantly fell madly in love.

So captivate was I that within a few minutes of meeting Her I was on my knees paying intimate oral homage to Her. Within an hour She was standing over me and urinating directly onto my face and into my mouth – and I was attempting to drink as much of Her golden nectar as I could. In fact on each subsequent visit I have made a point of drinking her delicious golden nectar.

I am not a natural masochist, but when She flogged my buttocks, without any input from myself She instinctively seemed to gauge my pain threshold and managed to reach it and maintain it to perfection.

But my main objective was to worship her wonderful body and She takes great delight in displaying it to perfection for my oral appreciation and grovelling adoration.

She has also been responsible for my most satisfying orgasm – one that took me to the edge of physical understanding and beyond, and one that will remain with me for the rest of my life. My only regret is that the (understandable) limitations on the services that She provides will not allow me to pay my ultimate homage to Her. But I can dream – and I dream of that homage every day.

When my ‘treatment’ is over and the whips and rubber-wear have been put away I am able to relax with the perfect female company. As Slave P has mentioned Mistress Cara certainly enjoys her calling and I get the impression that if She was not dominating for a living She would be doing exactly the same for pleasure.

Mistress Cara is the most perfect woman and most certainly the most charming and elegant dominatrix that one could ever hope to worship. However be warned – if you should be tempted to follow my example and experience Her charms personally you may – just as I have – fall hopelessly in love.

Slave Tony