London Mistress Charlotte, Maida Vale (Bakerloo Line) 

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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 every session.

The 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 control!

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
other. 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 out!!



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 ensnare you!!’

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.

As 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 attentions.’

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.

‘Twelve 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 warm buttocks.

‘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.

‘Two’. 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 saying.

She 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 wonderful!’

......................... To be continued in the next edition,



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