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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.
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!