London Mistress Cara
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London Mistress Cara
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!
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.
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.