Diary

Diaries are a traditional method of journaling your thoughts, feelings and happenings, and people have been writing in their diaries for thousands of years. I’ve never been particularly good at keeping up with a written diary, despite trying several times when I was younger, but with the birth of the digital age a new way of journaling came to light. Did you know that the word ‘blog’ is actually short for ‘web log’ – a log of your happenings placed on the web?

I’m here to welcome you to this very personal area of the Cara Sutra sex blog. My diary. Here you can find updates about my homelife and work life, as well as events I’ve been to and other happenings. I’ve split this area into sex diary and kinky diary parts, to help readers find the updates they’d specifically like to read about the most.

Particular times of the year that I like to immortalise in my diary the most include birthdays, Christmases and other fun occasions and celebrations.

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My Deserved Punishment From Mistress

I'd taken far too long to complete the last task I'd been given, and my Mistress was very displeased with me. Despite my begging and pleading, and my grovelling apology, I got the impression Mistress was deliberately making me wait before announcing her chosen punishment.

I need your cock

I need your cock so very much. I want to be made to strip bare, and crawl naked to you on dirty knees, scraped bruised legs from the abuse you’ve doled out to me, bottom red from the spankings. I want mascara streaked down my dirty face, the face I am going to beg you to fuck hard with your cock.

Locked In A Chastity Cage: A Real-Life Journal

The distinction between work and non-work is blurred by the over-riding engrossment ranging from extreme torment to very extreme torment. It is there every minute of the day and night. When I am awoken in the middle of the night (assuming I sleep) as the strain of the natural nocturnal erection pulls heavily while I'm locked in a chastity cage, it is there. It remains as the natural erection is quickly replaced by one of arousal as my thoughts turn to the beautiful, imaginative and resourceful young woman who, following her conquest of me, took ownership of me under lock and key.

Girl date: The first fuck is the sweetest

I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges. Not content with giving just clitoral stimulation, worried it wouldn’t be enough, I slipped first the tip of my index finger inside her cunt, then my middle finger alongside it. Slowly and gently at first, I finger fucked her while my tongue danced over and around her clit.

Foot Worship From My Slave Girl

Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.

Fetish Friday: Owning a slave from a Mistress’ point of view

Of course I do love the kink aspects of D/s, in particular, long term male chastity, male humiliation, foot worship and suchlike. I definitely do NOT have sexual contact with any submissives or slaves.

Masturbation Diary: I Touch Myself

The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.

Fetish Friday: My new slave, the rubber gimp

I have recently acquired a rubber gimp. We haven't actually met in person yet, we are chatting on messenger and exchanging ideas. He is mostly confirming how much of a useless waste of space...
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Keyholding for a New Chastity sub/slave

I was pleased to recently find a male submissive on My Mistress Cara Twitter who was not only the minimum age I require My subs to be (30), but also a slave to chastity...

Fuck Me Hard And Give Me Your Rough Sex

I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please fuck me hard right now.

Pretty when I cry

Raising my hips in the usual way I can easily slip just the end of his still hard cock inside my incredibly wet cunt. Sucking him and making him cum hard down my throat always turns me on so much that my inner thighs are a sticky mess of arousal. I lean down to kiss him, my mouth still awash with the taste of his cum - but he loves the taste. It makes him kiss me all the more passionately, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, exploring, relishing every last remnant of his cum and combining that pleasure with kissing me because he loves me but lusts for me, and these moments are the culmination of that desire and emotion. I kiss him back harder, matching his passion, and at the same time sit down hard on his cock, my tight but slippery pussy offering absolutely no resistance whatsoever. He gasps and moans all at once, into my mouth as we're still kissing. So satisfying. I start to move, slowly at first, up and down on his cock and my tits hang down heavily, nipples brushing his chest hair. He moves his hands out easily from underneath my playfully Dominant hands on his wrists, there's nothing I could do to stop him. His fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently at first, then increasing in pressure until I'm the one moaning against his mouth in now intermittent kisses, gasping and moaning and squealing. Rising and sitting on his cock, my thighs clamped hard to his body, riding him on top and wanting more, always more, insatiable for his sex.

Caught In The Act

Then we're connected. The warm tip of his erection presses against my puckered, lube-slicked hole, expertly seeking its sheath as his hands remain holding me spread. Thanks to his thoughtful, teasing preparation, the head of his cock slips inside. I feel, rather than hear, him groan above me as he fights against instant self-indulgence and forces himself to take time over his conquest.  

Reclaiming his territory

He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument which could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation. To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I'm proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly… and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.

Strip Show For Him

Slipping my fingers between the slender black elastic and my body, I started to move them downwards over my hips. Such a struggle not to rush it, in my lust-induced frenzy. I turned yet again to reveal the string being pulled down between my buttocks first, and as slowly as I could lowered both the g-string and the top half of my body to peel it down between my legs.  

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

Moan turned to determined grunt as those well-travelled fingers pushed my hip forwards; the dawn of a quest. Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me, probing and testing, then another... opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers and his other arm slipped round underneath me, seeking the weight of my breasts to complete the sinful encircling.  

Chastity Keys Tease

I do like to tease the ones I hold chastity keys for whilst I am their Keyholder Mistress. Yesterday you will have seen my Red, White and Cruel post. Today I have pics featuring another...

Sleeping in bondage

I've had a penchant for sleeping in bondage ever since I was old enough to know what those needs are, that ache to be spanked and fucked and to masturbate in the dark of night. Those late teenage hormonal induced desires which made me aware of not only my sexual self, and the fact that I'm bisexual, but I'm also one kinky fuck who loves bondage.

Why We Love The Folded Deckchair Sex Position (& How To Try It Out)

I shouldn't have been so surprised, really; pretty much every glossy magazine regularly boasts about "69 Sex Positions You Never Knew Existed!" and "100 New Sex Positions You Need To Try Right NOW!" Forget your 'Wheelbarrow' and your 'Pretzel' however; our fave is the Folded Deckchair Sex Position.  

Girl-On-Girl Sex

Suddenly she was there, enveloping me into her flesh, on to her breasts and pressing me against them... she was all sex and scent and femininity and reassurance. I curled in around her, foetal yet innately animalistic, our breaths deepening as the silence between us spoke volumes. Her arms were one around my waist to press and stroke my back and the other with fingers entangled in my hair, binding me to her tightly with a caring grip.

Our Favourite Sex Positions – And Why We Love Them

Are there some sex positions you find yourself 'coming' back to time after time? My partner and I definitely have our favourite sex positions, and in the past I’ve worried that we might be getting stuck in a rut. A rut that, admittedly, feels so good. But then when I went through the sex positions we enjoy on a regular basis, it turns out we enjoy more variety than I’d feared.