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I visited Mistress Cara earlier today the 14th July. This wasn’t my first time with Mistress Cara, but hadn’t been able to visit in a while. She was amazing. A true Dominatrix goodness. Mistress Cara took the time to go through the scenario I was interested to try. She really listens, makes suggestions and put me at ease.
The scenario involved domination, body worship and forced fem. Mistress Cara took me on the most incredible journey, with surprises along the way to an amazing finish.
Mistress Cara is truly incredible and I’ll be back soon.
I visited Mistress Cara earlier today the 14th July. This wasn’t my first time with Mistress Cara, but hadn’t been able to visit in a while. She was amazing. A true Dominatrix goodness. Mistress Cara took the time to go through the scenario I was interested to try. She really listens, makes suggestions and put me at ease.
The scenario involved domination, body worship and forced fem. Mistress Cara took me on the most incredible journey, with surprises along the way to an amazing finish.
Mistress Cara is truly incredible and I’ll be back soon.
June 2023
This week during a rare visit to London, I visited Mistress Cara for the first time. I had been admiring her website and her gallery for a while, as well as her list of skills and interests which encompassed my own fantasies. By the time my visit was over, the experience had been all that I had hoped for.
When I arrived at Mistress Cara’s door, she greeted me dressed in line with the fantasy I had described in my initial email: her long, slim legs clad in sheer black tights, along with remarkably high heels and a shiny black dress. I followed her up the stairs to her dungeons.
Once settled and with the paperwork out of the way, Mistress sat in a high-backed red chair and insisted that I sit before her and share the full extent of my secret desires. I confessed my obsession for nylons, especially black tights; and my desire not just to see them, but to wear them myself. Mistress feigned shock and disbelief as I described my own transformation once dressed in my own black tights, heels, lacy top, and absurdly short pleated skirt. Once dressed up I became a filthy plaything, I explained; a wanton whore, to be used for any filthy and perverted purpose she desired.
Mistress demanded that I kneel before her and continue. I confessed my desire to be used by women and men alike. I yearned to worship a woman’s sensual body however she wished, kissing, licking, tasting, and swallowing whatever she demanded. Mistress accused me of being a greedy little tart; but she also knew there was more. She insisted I continue with a full confession.
On my knees before her, I revealed that I lusted to be put to work by Mistress satisfying strange men. When I was dressed up as a cheap tart, with a short skirt barely covering my nylon-covered ass and tottering in my high heels, I yearned to walk the street to draw customers, and then get down on my knees in dirty alleyways, sucking men’s cocks and swallowing their loads. Mistress inhaled sharply with feigned shock and disgust, and accused me again of being a filthy prostitute who was desperate to put my perverted self on show.
Mistress demanded that I strip down and change in front of her. I slipped into a pair of black tights, then added some neon pink opaque stockings on top. I added a stretchy, lacy black top and my short pleated skirt; then slipped my feet into black high heels to complete my outfit. Mistress had me turn for her, and observed that I could possibly draw some customers if I learned to bend and posture and show off my nyloned ass and legs. Then Mistress directed me into one of her dungeon bedrooms for my first test.
Mistress lay down on the bed and her voice became sharp. She insisted that I beg for the privilege of touching her slim legs in her sheer black tights. I pleaded desperately until she judged me to be earnest enough; then she insisted that I worship her legs, stroking and massaging them, kissing and licking my way from the pointed toe of each shoe to each of her nyloned thighs. I spent considerable time proving my devotion to Mistress’ legs this way, intoxicated by the luxury of touching her fine ballerina’s legs through the sheer black material.
Only once I had demonstrated my devotion to Mistress’ body did she then turn to the second test.
Mistress insisted that I kneel again before her, and produced bright red lipstick which she applied amply to my lips. Then, she selected a dildo from several she kept at the bedside; it was time for my training. First she gently slid the plastic cock side to side over my bright red lips and demanded that I open my mouth and lick the round head. Then she penetrated my lips, sharply demanding that I enthusiastically suck the cock she shoved back and forth, in and out of my whore mouth. Her voice was stern, and her eyes severe: “Suck that cock, you filthy little tart,” she demanded. “Suck it! You love it, don’t you? Don’t you?” Her face was close enough to mine that I could feel the spittle strike as she commanded me to continue sucking the hard plastic cock she worked in and out of me. “You can feel him swelling now, he’s going to cum. Get ready! You’re going to swallow every drop of his thick cum from his cock!” I obeyed every command she issued from her own bright red lips.
Eventually Mistress felt that I had done a sufficiently passable job that, if I begged, she would slide a finger over my straining cock trapped inside my tights. I again pleaded and promised to do anything, anything at all for her. Slipping the dildo back into my mouth with an order to “Suck!”, she reached under my skirt and outlined my cock with a finger, sliding it up and down over my black tights. It was not long before, the dildo still clamped between my bright red whore lips, I came in a huge gush, completing my degradation.
The session was everything I had imagined. I cannot recommend the experience highly enough. From Mistress Cara you can expect:
– poise, strength, and command; her tone can switch from indulgent to severe in a flash, and she issues orders expertly
– understanding and encouragement to fully express and inhabit your deep and secret desires
– well-equipped dungeons, with an extensive female wardrobe and fetish gear of all kinds
– experience and insight, to guide you even to places you might hesitate to share
– intuition, to anticipate your desires and push you to your very edge
– flashes of generosity, if truly deserved
My next trip to London will unquestionably feature a repeat visit to Mistress Cars’s dungeons – and maybe more than one.
It had been too long since I had last visited Mistress Cara and my anticipation was at fever pitch when I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she came to open the door.
We had exchanged emails to help set the scene, spoken on the phone to confirm details and I’d even found myself the subject of her erotic tweets which was very arousing! Now here she was, in the flesh once more, and wearing the black rubber leotard and thigh boots that I had lusted over since her website makeover.
I followed her upstairs, afforded a spectacular rear view of her diminutive but amazing figure, longing to touch but knowing this was an honour that I would need to work hard to earn – if at all.
Yes I do lust over her and, as is her way, she extracted this confession from me almost immediately. Zipped inside the cocoon of her rubber body bag, he entered my psyche, drawing from me my confession of how I fantasised over her images.
In real life she is far more than her images imply. Naturally dominant and controlling, nothing can prepare you for the sight, feel, smell and taste of her rubber collection. She can turn from a sensuous writhing kitten as she torments you with a body-to-body massage, separated by clinging rubber, into a spitting hellcat of fury if she thinks you are enjoying yourself a little too much!
I adore this woman and hand control to her immediately as I walk through the door. She is taking me on a path to complete degradation as I seek a position as her toilet slave as, step by wonderful step, my journey continues…
I had visited a couple of young mistresses over the past year, although they were obviously trying to develop their Dominatrix skills, were not truly Dom in nature.
A true Dominatrix is a rare find!
I had been looking at Mistress Cara’s website for many months, she appeared to have the experience and the elegant mature appearance that could be what I was looking for. I finally had the courage to arrange to visit her, to say I was not disappointed would be an understatement, it was the perfect experience.
Mistress Cara truly is a natural Dominatrix!
From the moment I arrived Mistress Cara oozed power and superiority, sending me up to her dungeon ordering me to strip, then interrogating and humiliating me.
Then the session started in earnest, after some caning lying on a bed Mistress then slide her slim toned rubber clad body over my back and whispered in my ear what she was going to do to me next. It was fabulous!
Mistress Cara is very intuitive, she knows just what you need, you just must trust her, you will not be disappointed.
I can’t wait for the next meeting!
David
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
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
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
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.
