Over 400 Dominatrix wait at home to serve you: 09826 771 385Name: Mistress Carla
Description: Tall, authoritative, stunning and strict dominatrix, 36-25-36
My best feature: My cruelty
About Me: I am weary of having my time wasted by irritating little weasels who think they are worthy of being my slave, however, 99.9% of them are categorically NOT GOOD ENOUGH! It would be a happy day indeed when I found a suitable submissive of a high enough calibre to be able to serve me. Is this just an impossible dream? Or is there truly somewhere out there the ideal and perfect slave for Mistress Hunter? One who is able to comply with my every demand? One who can be respectful and polite at all times? One who actually knows his place (i.e. on his knees minding his p’s and q’s)? I wonder …..
A RURAL IDYLL
As well as one to one phone domination I also receive initiates at my fully equipped premises; a converted stable block deep in the heart of the Derbyshire countryside and my chambers rang today with the squeals of a most unfortunate little piggy! He had arrived as arranged at my premises BUT he was 3 minutes late! The outrageous cheek of it! Naturally this did not make me especially well disposed to the individual concerned and his comeuppance was swift, read on to find out more …
It being a rather chilly day, I instructed him to strip on the spot and once his pathetic pasty white carcass was revealed summarily marched him into the centre of the stable courtyard, instructed the worm to fill the bucket with the hand pump there (his lardy buttocks quivering all the while) and finally lashed him firmly to the pump post with a handy coil of rope.
Once I had him trussed up to my satisfaction I lifted the bucket of freezing cold pump water and flung the entire contents over the sorry specimen, causing him to gasp in shock, his piggy little eyes nearly popping out. I bet his stupid heart nearly stopped! I didn’t bother to hang around to ask though, I simply turned heel and strode back into my nice warm chambers where I had a very pleasant hour relaxing with a copy of Italian Vogue whilst one of my acolytes massaged my feet. I didn’t need to bother to check up on the idiotic wretch to know that the cold wind was doing my work for me; icy blasts punishing his dripping wet skin; his already tiny penis probably having shrunk to microscopic proportions and tears of humiliation and pain adding to his discomfort as they coursed down his ugly pig-like face.
Once I was sure he was on the brink of frostbite I had him brought into the antechamber to the inner sanctum of my premises and had him wait there kneeling whilst I decided on what other amusing punishments I had in store for him. Suffice to say, that particular ignorant little wanker will never be late again!
If you’d like to find out what I did to him next and receive a taste of the same sort of medicine then call me and get the treatment you know you deserve.
Mistress Carla.
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