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When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.
London Mistress Cara is a feast for the senses
It’s been a few weeks since I last paid a visit to London Mistress Cara’s chambers but the time falls away when the door swings open and you are commanded to enter. Following her upstairs is the first of many magical moments that lie ahead as she pauses to allow me to drink in her exquisite body, covered in just a black rubber dress that barely covers her sweet rear and, of course, her shiny thigh boots.
A visit to Mistress Cara is little more than sensory overload; the vision of her petite form, the aroma of rubber that pervades her chambers and the taste of her champagne if you have earned that treat…
As always our session begins in her throne room where she grabs your very soul and draws confessions of how often you have lusted for her, how often you have given in to temptation and self-pleasured yourself plus if you feel any guilt in doing so.
She is the supreme practitioner of domination, knowing exactly how to get inside your head. I confess all and would do anything at this stage to please her. She owns me and she knows it!
In her rubber room I willingly pamper her, stroking her body through the thin rubber dress while her boots tease my pathetic cock. She takes pity on my lustful thoughts and unzips her dress so that I can pay attention to her beautiful, soft and tiny breasts with their prominent nipples. I confess that I could pamper her body whenever she commanded – I believe that regardless of who is Mistress and who is slave, these encounters should be mutually enjoyable…
Mistress knows I get no pleasure from pain but from sensual domination and ultimate degradation. Our session shifts further down that path as we head for the bathroom where I am firmly reminded of my place.
The session concludes with a little more pampering before I am released back to the real world, floating on air and destined to carry on lusting until the next time…
London Mistress Cara is a very skilled mistress who clearly enjoys what she does and is indeed very good at what she does. I hadn’t seen Mistress C for some time but was glad I took the time to catch up. She is a charming, interesting, intelligent attractive lady with a lovely smile who will leave you with a sting in the tail…!I thoroughly recommend a visit…..
This was my first meeting with London Mistress Cara.
I was hugely impressed with the way she had presented herself for me – utterly magnificent!
We talked through my requirements and she seemed to intuitively understand what I wanted and how to run the session.
She is highly skilled and was able to effortlessly use me in the exact way I wanted.
I never felt rushed – far from it she was very keen to ensure that I left fully satisfied.
I will definitely return!
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.
Betty
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.
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