A page for a slave
Mistress Charlotte. MISTRESS CHARLOTTE!! The very sound of those
words makes my heart skip a beat. The most beautiful Mistress in
the world; a Goddess who can control and manipulate any man who is
fortunate enough to fall under her spell; the Queen of domination,
who can be cruel and harsh, but who loves what she does and always
ensures that she, and her slave, have a wonderful time during
other great quality Mistress Charlotte possesses is a fantastic
sense of humour, which is always bubbling just below the surface.
She can use this as another ‘weapon’ in her armoury of skills to
dominate her subject, as I recently discovered. Her wicked mind
dreamt up a ‘punishment’ which was the ultimate in cruelty, unique
in implementation and hilariously appropriate. As she delivered my
torture she laughed out loud at my desperation since she knew that
I could fully understand her motivations and, as ever, Mistress
Charlotte had easily won!
Mistress Charlotte is both beautiful and sensual. She has a
wonderful body – a tribute to her efforts in the gym – and, as
previously mentioned, she has a warmth of personality and sense of
humour which light up every session. She is dominant and strong
but also intuitive and understanding and sees quickly exactly what
he lucky ‘victim’ needs and wants.
There has never been an occasion that my Mistress has been other
than exquisitely attired. She dresses beautifully and always looks
immaculate. Her wardrobe is extensive and every outfit she wears
is totally appropriate to the scenario she is involved in. Her
detailed dedication to looking at her very best always ensures her
slave is captivated every time he is fortunate to be under her
Mistress Charlotte has to be the best mistress in the whole
country. Strong, sensuous, beautiful, athletic, fun - and most
certainly dominant - she has captivated and trained me for ten
years. I have never met such a wonderful mistress and will now
NEVER contemplate serving any
My Mistress has generously allowed me to write this introduction,
and she has also very kindly given me space on this site to write
a ‘Slave’s Diary’. I will happily enlighten those who would like
to discover the greatest Mistress in the world through that
particular page, but words are not sufficient to describe the
wonder that Mistress Charlotte is in real life. You have been
advised – visit this wonderfully unique Mistress; do not miss
A SLAVE’S TALE
The tight leather restraints on my wrists, thighs and ankles, with
a thick belt strapping me down firmly onto the bench, ensured
movement was impossible. She leant over me, her leather encased
breasts brushing my naked back. Her long dark hair fell over my
shoulders as she whispered quietly, mesmerizingly in my ear.
‘I will get right inside your head! You will never be able to get
me out of your mind. In bed, in the shower, on the train, in the
office – you will find me in your thoughts. And every time you
think of me you will find a familiar throbbing down below. I will
She moved round to the front of the bench and crouched down,
bringing her face close to mine. Her wonderful, beaming smile lit
up her staggeringly beautiful appearance. I could hardly draw
breath with the intense excitement that coursed through my entire
being. There could never have been a more stunning and captivating
Mistress on the entire planet. I had – oh so quickly! – fallen,
happily, under her spell.
I was a relative novice at that time. I had visited other
Mistresses often but had always been rather reserved and
‘conservative’ in the activities I was prepared to try. Mistress
Charlotte was to change all that. Her intuitive understanding of
my desires and her patient, but firmly progressive training was to
steadily help me make the progress as her slave to the point we
have reached today – where she has given me the enviable task of
writing a page on her website, a privilege never previously
entrusted to a slave.
I think back to that first session – the most extraordinary, eye
opening hour of unbelievable excitement – I still feel the
thrilling surge of desire that washed over me. Strapped to her
unique bench, I turned my head to watch as she stood up and walked
over to the array of instruments hanging on the darkened wall of
her dungeon. Choosing with deliberate care the correct weapons she
needed, she turned and – the high heels of her thigh length
leather boots clicking on the hard floor – walked slowly,
purposely back to position herself behind me. The mirror in front
of me reflected her slim, beautifully proportioned figure and her
wonderfully erect posture. She exuded both authority and sensuous
athleticism. There was also an unquestionable sexuality which was
yet another tool for her to use to ensure her slave was totally
under her control.
She ran her finger nails slowly over my naked buttocks, raised up
by the angle of the spanking bench. The bench slopped downwards
from back to front, leaving my head considerably lower than my
backside, allowing Mistress Charlotte perfect access for whatever
‘games’ she had in mind. I felt both exposed and expectant and
wondered – with huge anticipation – what might occur next.
The fingernails continued their gentle passage over my bottom to
be followed by a gentle, highly erotic stroking using the palm of
her open hand. My member was fully awake and already straining
under my pinioned body. I was in total heaven and I am sure my
mouth was drooling!
The first slap, although not particularly hard, was such a
contrast and shock that I jumped against my bonds – which did not
allow me to move anywhere. Mistress laughed her most enthusiastic
laugh. ‘Going somewhere?’ she giggled. The next slap was harder
and was quickly followed by a third and a fourth. I was breathing
harder, not entirely due to the heat beginning to grow in my
backside. I could hardly wait for the next glorious blow to land.
‘I LOVE spanking bottoms SO much’, trilled my Mistress, ‘but I do
really prefer the sound and effect of my cane. One day you will be
allowed to offer your butt in the air for me to place my signature
– written in cane marks – onto it. That day is not today, though,
my little novice slave. You are newly in training and we have to
take you through the necessary preparation before I can accept you
as sufficiently trained to be ready for the full force of my
Her hand descended yet again, making a loud slapping sound. She
giggled again, clearly enjoying every moment of my discomfort.
Five on the right buttock and five on the left meant my bottom was
both warm and tingling – but I knew more was to come!
‘In sporting terms’, she grinned, ‘that is called the warm up!’
She moved round to the front of the bench again and stared
straight into my eyes. Once again, I was mesmerized.
‘I have always believed that I can produce an even more
devastating effect with my spanking hand than I can with my
favourite paddle’, she mused. ‘I think this is a very appropriate
moment to see if I am correct!’ Her smile seemed even more radiant
than previously: I was incredibly aware that she was both in total
control and also delighted to be in such a dominant position. I
could only guess what was to come next.
Mistress Charlotte leant across the bench, resting her body
lightly on my back – exquisite! – and took the paddle in her right
hand. She re-assumed her position in front of me and at first
gently, but increasingly forceful, began to slap her left hand
with the instrument right in front of my eyes.
strokes of the paddle, in two groups of six, with twelve spanks
with my hand, also in groups of six, in between the paddle sets.
We can then judge which is most effective, judged by your reaction
and the impact it has on your bottom. To enable you to concentrate
I will count the strokes and you will say “Thank you Mistress”
after each blow’.
‘Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress,’ I muttered.
She rose slowly – she always moved deliberately and elegantly –
and walked to the side of the bench. She rested the pleasantly
cool leather paddle on my bottom and began to run it over my still
‘One,’ she declared and the circular movement stopped, the paddle
raised and, with a loud slap, descended onto my exposed backside.
The feeling was extraordinary. It felt as though the entire area
which had been struck was on fire. The warmth that had previously
been present was replaced by a searing heat which seemed to be
steadily growing in intensity. ‘Thank you Mistress,’ I heard
myself saying, somewhere in the distance.
‘Two’. The paddle landed again, so accurately that the lower edge
of the second stroke was just touching the upper edge of the
first. It was very painfully clear that Mistress Charlotte was an
expert and that the entire of my backside was going to be
exceptionally tender by the time she had finished with me.
‘Thank you Mistress.’
‘Three,’ she announced. This one landed below the first one, again
so close that the two blows touched. My bottom was aflame, feeling
both raw and throbbing. Strangely, however, the heat and pain were
also deliciously exciting and appropriate. It was RIGHT that this
beautiful, dominant Goddess should have me completely in her
power, and it was correct that, if she wished to inflict pain on
my body, so she should. ‘Thank you Mistress.’
Four, five and six were angled across my bottom, and again were so
closely grouped that each blow touched the edge of the previous
one. They were, of course, landing on top of the three precious
strokes, adding to the unbelievable heat and pain. ‘Thank you
Mistress,’ I managed to mutter, through clenched teeth as the
final blow landed.
‘Very good, slave,’ giggled Mistress Charlotte. ‘For a novice you
took those well. What a pretty shade of red your bum has become.
Let’s see if we can enhance that further. Six with the hand is the
order of the day, I believe!’
‘Thank you Mistress,’ I said quietly, in a slightly wobbly voice.
‘One’. The slap was hard. Harder than those I had received in the
‘warm up’: harder that anything delivered by the paddle. Landing
on already bruised and battered flesh, it felt as though someone
had put a hot iron on my skin and held it there. I rattled my
bonds as the pain flooded over me, but there was no chance of
escape – as if I had really wanted escape. The pain that was
flooding my whole being was an exquisite joy. I was pleasing my
beautiful Mistress and she was showing me the attention that
befits a slave. The pain was an extension of our rapidly growing
relationship – she in total command, me fully submissive to her
desires and ministrations.
‘Thank you Mistress,’ I managed to blurt out.
Again, her hand landed directly above the first the first slap;
the third, just below the first. I could not believe her accuracy.
Neither could I even begin to imagine where she found such power
to put behind each wonderful blow. That athletic physique she so
plainly enjoyed was clearly put to a fantastically good use!
Strokes four, five and six were once again delivered across the
first three, and enjoyed the same unfailing aim of all the
previous strikes. The pain was nearly unbearable, the heat coming
from my inflamed and throbbing bottom was intense, and my
beautiful Mistress was both enjoying herself and clearly warming
to her task.
‘Half way,’ she again giggled. ‘This is SUCH fun. I do love my
job!! I have to say, slave, that you do have a very spankable bum.
I am going to really enjoy training you!’ She moved to the front
of the bench and bestowed on me her radiant smile. It was a smile
that would break the resistance of any man who was fortunate
enough to see it. He face was bright with elation – she was truly
in her element.
‘Here we go again, then,’ she announced. ‘Same drill, but more
energy from me! You are going to remember this little hiding for
several days, particularly when you sit down!’
I am not sure how I got through the next twelve blows. Each
individual strike merely blended with the fire in my backside.
Every time paddle or hand landed my entire body twitched in my
bonds. There could be no escape: my Mistress was entirely in
charge and all I could do was to submit. The heat intensified with
every succeeding blow and I was helpless to limit the pain. And
yet, through the pain was as intense a pleasure as I had ever
known. The thrill of receiving such treatment from a Goddess as
beautiful, powerful and dominant as Mistress Charlotte was made
the whole experience both staggeringly intense and hugely erotic.
The twelfth blow landed with a resounding slap, right in the
middle of my tormented bottom. It was certainly the hardest of the
two dozen, and it caused me to writhe in my straps for fully ten
seconds. Again the enchanting giggle escaped from my Mistress’
lips. ‘Oh!!’ she said, ‘that one seems to have worked!’
She walked slowly back to her instruments of punishment and hung
the paddle back in its proper place. (I was to learn later that
each and every piece of equipment in her dungeon had its allocated
place and NEVER was placed anywhere else). She then did something
which caused sweat to trickle down my forehead. She reached up and
took down a long, thin, whippy cane, yellowish in colour and with
a curved handle at one end. She returned to the head of the bench
and bent down so she was incredibly close to my face.
She flexed the cane in both hands to demonstrate its suppleness.
‘You have done well, slave,’ she said. ‘Which one do you think
won? Hand or paddle?’ I know what I think!!’
‘Hand, Mistress. By miles!’ I replied.
‘I agree. One of these days, however, that will count as the ‘warm
up’ and we will use various different canes for this fun little
game. But you need far more training before we reach that stage. I
do think, however, that one little stroke of the cane, on your
nicely reddened bum would give you just a little taste of what you
can look forward to in the future!’
‘Thank you Mistress,’ were the only words that I could think of
stood up, moved back to her position towards the rear of the
bench, on the left hand side, and rested the cane against my
flaming buttocks. She ran in back and forwards across my damaged
flesh and gave two or three very gentle taps. The cane was then
slowly raised high above her shoulder. I watched this action being
played out in the full length mirror in front of me and my body
tensed as I waited for the scenario to be finally played out.
There was a whistling sound as the cane came flying down, followed
by a noise like a gun shot. My already assaulted bottom jumped
upwards as far as my bonds would allow and my whole body was
emptied of breath as I gasped in agony. I writhed in my bondage
for what seemed like ever as the pain – worse than anything I had
known before - washed over me. And then it was done.
She moved to the front of the bench and, taking my head tenderly
in her hands, gently kissed me on the forehead. ‘You are a VERY
good slave! Well done! You have passed your first test with flying
colours and with further training will learn how to be a
wonderful, fully active slave for you Mistress!’
She carefully replaced the cane in its place and walked again to
the front of the bench. ‘Since you are is such an enticing
position, and since you bottom is so red, warm and inviting, I
think it might be very appropriate to see how much you will enjoy
my strap on! It always gives me SUCH a thrill to feel on end
rubbing against my most private place whilst the other end
penetrates you as deeply as I desire and you can tolerate.’
She reached up to a shelf by the mirror and took down a mesh
harness, with two holes for the legs, a belt to go round the legs
and a strategically place hole to fit a dildo. She chose the
weapon to insert in this hole, took down some gel and a condom in
a packet and pulled the harness onto her perfect legs and hips.
Again she looked down at me, grinned that sensational, wicked
grin, and said ‘I am having SUCH fun. This is going to be
......................... To be continued in the next edition,