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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 10 by Long Tall Mary
One of my major concerns as managing dominatrix are legal namely being arrested. In the business being arrested is an occupational hazard despite the best of precautions. The hotel is located in a sparsely populated suburban area and to promote good will with the two closest neighbors Craig gratuitously provides snow plowing services utilizing a maintenance employee from one of his apartment complexes. A distinctive traffic signal style green light is situated in the living room window to minimize the possibility of a customer going to the wrong house.
Prior to moving Craig opened an escrow account which can be used only for certain purposes one of which is to retain legal counsel for any employee arrested in the course of their work as well as for bail. I strictly enforce Craig's long standing prohibition on drug use or sales by any employee or customer at the hotel.
It was a violation of this rule that led to my first employee discipline case. Word got out that Cheryl was offering marijuana for sale to her customers and it was only a matter of time before the cops came crashing in with a search warrant, an occurrence that could be devastating to our BDSM business. The cops tend to ignore our discrete type of business and focus mainly on street walkers and massage parlors but once they learn of a drug operation it's a different ball game. From what I had seen of Cheryl I knew that disciplining her would not be easy and once again I called upon Mad Max for assistance.
Cheryl was instructed to report to my home on the pretense of having a session with a new submissive customer. She arrived clad in a sweatshirt and jeans carrying her professional attire in a bag. I greeted her in the garage and swiftly cuffed her hands behind her, my expertise at this technique most likely averted a struggle. She immediately demanded that I remove the cuffs but I ignored her and led her to the basement where she caught her first glimpse of Mad Max.
Introducing her to Max clearly deflated her self confident haughty demeanor as she was aware of his reputation for bizarre and demented cruelty. I promptly read her the riot act, if she wished to remain an employee she would submit to a punishment session in my dungeon and if not I would turn her over to Max for transport to his dungeon. While Max no longer had a hearse, having heard that story and knowing of his reputation for such bizarre techniques almost certainly influenced her decision. Cheryl was a tough bitch but realized that submission at my dungeon and on my terms was the lesser of two evils.
Since Cheryl had no experience being submissive to a female I decided that strap on sex was an appropriate form of discipline for her. Max was content to use a bull whip upon her, a technique I have never used. After she was stripped and attached with leather cuffs to the overhead bar Max commenced the whipping. In a sense I almost felt sorry for Cheryl as this form of flagellation is extremely painful even if it doesn't leave permanent scars. Fortunately Max was experienced enough to inflict maximal pain while avoiding the scarring.
After about fifteen minutes of the whip I decided to tactfully intervene and announce that it was time for strap on training. Actually I was concerned that she was close to her upper threshold of pain, my ability to assess this being superior. Unfortunately Max's ability in this respect is somewhat lacking and I don't want any of my submissives being hospitalized or worse.
From what I had learned Cheryl's submissive background was somewhat limited. One of her previous boyfriends was what I would characterize as a non sexual sadist or just the plain ordinary wife beating type. After a night of drinking he would vent his anger by slapping, punching, or using a belt on her then tie her to the bed for the night while denying her sex.
I find this type of low life male to be despicable and savor the thought of having one as my submissive but they never seem to find their way to my dungeon. This does not mean I feel compassion for Cheryl. To the contrary I must identify the form of punishment that will cause her the most humiliation and in her case forced lesbian sex was most appropriate.
After a brief break I began my strap on penetrations to Cheryl's asshole. It soon became evident she was unaccustomed to such penetrations and I purposely made them more painful than I might with another customer as she needed to be taught a lesson. Cheryl was soon begging me to cease and it was apparent she was not experiencing the arousal that most submissives customarily do. Orgasm denial is a potent tool for the dominatrix but that option is limited if the submissive is not responsive and in this case I suspect it was an act of defiance. Breaking this bitch would not be as easy as I had expected as she was calloused to pain.
After an exhaustive strap on workout I decided she had received enough pain for the day but I had another form of punishment in store for her, one she could take home. My super chastity belt had been gathering dust and requiring Cheryl to wear it for two days might just be the way to break her. This belt is tamper proof, only a special computer chip key will unlock it and a locksmith would be unable to make one. The fit is so snug that even superficial finger masturbation is impossible.
Her reaction to this form of punishment was less than jubilant but it did provide relief from the excruciating tortures she had been subjected to. However her humiliation for the day was not complete as I made her kneel and use her tongue to lick first my pussy and then my asshole. I sensed she was ready to rebel against my orders but with Max still present she complied without balking. Her displeasure at being forced to engage in this demeaning form of sex was obvious which only served to enhance my pleasure. While strap on sex is extremely gratifying it does not compare to the pleasure of an orgasm induced by a submissive serving me with her tongue.
Cheryl was allowed to leave with instructions to return on Friday for removal of the belt at which time she would be subjected to an attitude assessment. Until then she and her current boyfriend would be deprived of the use of her primary sex port something that only enhanced my sadistic sense of pleasure. She could have refused of course but her employment status would then be terminated. Dominatrix earned $150.00 tax free for a 2 ½ hour session and in a good week could easily earn $600.00. This consideration invariably induced the employee to accept whatever punishment I saw fit to impose however painful and repugnant it might be.
The next item on my agenda was the practice of so called financial domination. This is a form of bondage that is essentially public humiliation minus the infliction of physical pain. In a typical scenario a sub is collared and led on a leash in a shopping mall or other public place by the dominatrix. The sub is charged the same rate as for a 2 ½ hour dungeon session but payment is in the form of buying gifts for the dominatrix. Of this the hotel receives only $50.00 making it quite attractive for the dominatrix. Male subs frequently cross dress to avoid being recognized while participating in this game.
Personally I was opposed to the practice but I could never convince Craig to prohibit it. What prompted my current concern was that two days earlier Felicia Porter took a male cross dressed sub on a collar and leash to the Carousel Mall and was ordered by security to leave. She became involved in a heated argument with security and narrowly avoided being arrested. Such an arrest could easily trigger an investigation that would lead to the demise of our hotel operation. I was finally able to persuade Craig to prohibit the practice and the employees were immediately notified of this.
Felicia was directed to appear at my home dungeon on Saturday for a personal counseling session. With Cheryl due on Friday I was anticipating a very enjoyable weekend.
END PART 10
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