Memories Of A Sexual Sadist

MEMORIES OF A SEXUAL SADIST by Long Tall Mary

My name is Jason, currently 41 years old, and serving a 20 year prison sentence in Massachusetts for committing six rapes and abductions, well I think it was six, I was charged with more rapes than that but some of them got dismissed as a result of plea bargaining.

At any rate I won't get out until I have served at least 14 years and I've only served 3, that is if I don't loose my good time. I've been classified by the parole board as a sexual sadist and incorrigible, at my last hearing I told one of the female board members she'd look good hogtied and hooded as I rubbed my crotch vigorously . That quickly terminated the interview and got me 3 days in solitary as well as parole rejection for at least 2 more years. Maybe in 2 years my attitude will improve but its not likely and I'm resigned to doing the full term.

One advantage of being classified as a sexual sadist is that you get sent to a prison hospital just for sex offenders. The therapy is a joke but living conditions are more comfortable than at the maximum security prison so I play along with it. Another advantage is that as part of the therapy program you are allowed to view pornographic materials usually females in restraint. Some type of gauge is attached to your dick which measures the electrical activity. If it shows that you're aroused while viewing the pictures you've failed the therapy and you are brought back regularly for more sessions. Needless to say I always fail my sessions.

Enough about my prison life. I'd like to relate some of my more memorable sex crimes. My specialty was preying on women 30 and over. These were mainly business management types or affluent high society bitches. I would abduct them, take them to a special dungeon in my basement and subject them to an ordeal of 1 to 3 days of torture and sexual abuse. They would then be released. I'm not a killer and the thought of wasting any of the bitches never seriously entered my mind.

Most of my crimes were well planned in advance. I'm quite skilled at disarming alarm systems and covert entry techniques. One technique I employed was making a wax mold of a victim's door lock and then having a key made to fit it. One crime stands out in my mind, it was a crime of opportunity meaning that it wasn't planned, I just lucked out.

It was a dark, rainy fall night in a semi-rural Boston region town and I was cruising in my E250 cargo van with no particular destination in mind. Just outside the town limits I saw a woman standing on the shoulder hitching. She was about 40 years old and somewhat of a plumper wearing a black dress and a white fur coat. I intuitively knew it was somebody who had a fight with their hub or boyfriend and that person would soon be driving by trying to make up with the bitch. Therefore I had to move quickly. The bitch readily accepted my offer of a ride saying she had a fight with her boyfriend at a wedding reception and was headed for the next town about 5 miles away.

I always carry a stun gun and this time it had to be applied quickly. After driving less than a mile I pulled into a small cutoff and explained one of my headlamps was out and that by getting out and tapping it that it would come back on. Actually I had just noticed the light was out and I wasn't about to risk being stopped by a cop for a headlight violation with an abducted female in my van. I always carry an extra bulb just in case but as expected the light came back on after tapping and I hopped back into the van.

Without warning I zapped her with the stun gun in the neck and she slumped instantly into semi consciousness. She appeared quite inebriated which is not what I prefer. I like them sober as it makes them more terrified and it seems that the stun gun is more effective when they are sober. My cargo van has no side or rear windows. In addition to the rear and side door to the cargo compartment there is a windowless door between the drivers and cargo compartment which in this case allowed me to move my captive to the cargo portion without taking her out of the vehicle.

Moving quickly I dragged her into the rear and took out a set of metal handcuffs. I have numerous hooks mounted in the cargo hold and after cuffing her hands behind her I placed her facing the opposite wall in a kneeling position and attached the cuffs to a metal hook on the wall above her forcing her into a very uncomfortable position.

I like my ladies gagged with my favorite being to stuff their panties into their mouths. However this isn't a good idea when someone is unconscious so my other favorite is a metal retainer gag. Inserted into the mouth it forces the mouth wide open and prevents the wearer from pressing their teeth together. Its designed more for involuntary oral sex but it allows the bitch to breath and allows her only to make gah gah like sounds. For the time being I decided not to blindfold the bitch so that when she came to she would quickly realize the extent of her plight.

Leaving her cuffed and retainer gagged I climbed back into the front and drove off. I had about a 15 mile drive to my place. About 5 miles down the road the bitch regained full consciousness and her frantic sounds through the gag aroused me immensely. Within 20 minutes I pulled into the driveway of my home which is an isolated rural area. Opening the garage door with an electric opener I drove inside and prepared to unload my cargo. I wasn't too concerned whether she saw the garage interior or not but I donned a ski mask so as to make identification of myself difficult. When I first picked her up I had donned a blond wig and dark glasses. For the remainder of the session I would either wear the ski mask or the bitch would be blindfolded.

The bitch was clearly terrified as I prepared to release her cuffs from the wall hook. I calmly explained to her she had been abducted and would be taken to my basement dungeon and held captive for 2 days. She could expect to be sexually abused and tortured but if she was cooperative would be released unharmed. I left unanswered what would happen if she failed to cooperate.

My calm, matter of fact explanation usually results in my captives being more compliant during the initial phase of their confinement and this case was no exception. None the less I noosed a rope around her neck and used the end to lead her down into the basement. It wasn't really necessary but it makes the bitches realize what might happen if they resist. Once in the basement I replaced the metal cuffs with leather cuffs and attached them to an overhead bar. This was far more comfortable than the metal cuffs elevated to the rear. I prefer the metal cuffs but realistically they can cause nerve damage if left on for too long.

My captive was still fully dressed in her white fur coat and moderately short black dress. She was struggling to expel the retainer gag from her mouth but it was affixed too tightly and the futility of her efforts must have been evident to her but she continued to no avail.

Ordinarily I have researched my victims background in advance but in this case interrogation was necessary. Removing the retainer gag I explained to her that she would address me as "sir" and not speak without permission. Brandishing a "scourge" type flogger in my hand it wasn't necessary to explain what the consequences would be for disobedience. I quickly ascertained her name was Kathleen, that she was 48 years old, divorced, and owner of a small real estate business. Blond and green eyed at about 5'5 and 160 pounds she was clearly overweight but I sensed she had the typical haughty demeanor of a management type.

It was difficult for her to address me as "sir" but after several very painful flogger strokes to the boobs and crotch she started using proper speech. For some reason she had lowered herself and gone to a wedding reception with a factory worker. When he finally made a pass at her she demanded he stop his car and she stormed out, such a peon not being worthy of her body.

Next came stripping my captive and as I harbor a disdain for fur coats it gave me great pleasure to use a heavy duty pair of scissors to cut it into shreds. This was repeated with her dress and undergarments and she was quickly stark naked except for her heels. I'm fond of heels so I left them on but not before attaching a spreader bar between her ankles, you'd be surprised the damage a bitch can do with a well placed kick.

After stuffing her panties into her mouth and applying a white silk blindfold I left her unattended for a few minutes while I went upstairs to tend to some matters and giving me a chance to take my ski mask off for a few minutes. This is the hardest part for the bitch not knowing exactly when she will be fucked but before leaving I had told her she would be used in a variety of ways "very soon". After ditching some factory worker who made a pass at her it must have really have been a blow to her dignity to know she would soon be forced to have sex with a low life, the bitch should have stuck with the factory worker.

I returned about ten minutes later. Before fucking my bitches I like to subject them to some pain so I started with a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain and a metallic clamp which I affixed to her clit. Her nipples were of generous size and it was evident she was experiencing heavy pain as I yanked the chain back and forth, the clamps affixed securely to the nipples and did not fall off. The sounds she made through her panty gag were awesome. After about 10 minutes of nipple and clit torture I couldn't resist the urge to fuck her and decided to start with an ass fucking as she had admitted to being an anal virgin before I gagged her.

I'm very particular about how I expect my captives to act while being fucked and basically its passionately with heavy moaning. To induce this bitch to cooperate I calmly explained if her performance was adequate she would be allowed to rest in a chair overnight otherwise she would stay in her current standing position. Leveling with these bitches is usually very effective and this one quickly took the cue as I slowly penetrated her asshole from behind. While she obviously detested every second of it she did a first rate job of acting, these management type cunts usually are the most compliant of victims.

Her ass hole was extremely tight considering her age and status as an anal virgin and it assured that my thrusts would be painful even if I didn't intend them to be which of course I did. I don't like to brag but my cock is massive in size, I'm not going to cite measurements, but suffice to say it is genetically endowed. Not every bitch is worthy of my cock up her asshole but I felt especially compelled to punish this one with the thought of her putting down the factory guy playing in my mind. So she was forced to take my rough thrusting for nearly ten minutes climaxing with me shooting my wad into her.

With the anal work complete it was time to fuck her cunt from the front. For this I removed her blindfolded but left her gagged. Most of the rapists at the prison hospital tell me they prefer raping their victim ungagged but that has never been my preference. I did remove her blindfold forcing her to look squarely at me while I took her. Being face to face with a ski masked low life fucking you as you hang in helpless restraint can only add to the bitches anguish and the euphoria of her abductor.

I took my time thrusting into her trying to bring her to the edge of climax and then stopping but I quickly sensed she was doing everything she could to deny me this pleasure. Taking a quick time out from my thrusting I brandished my crop and gave her a vicious lash across her boobs. I told her I wasn't satisfied with her performance and if it didn't quickly improve her boobs would have permanent scars. This did the trick for when I resumed thrusting she accepted me the best she could and from looking at her pained facial expression I knew she was suffering intensely. After about ten minutes I climaxed then left her hanging unattended for another ten minutes while I went up and showered. Call it a compulsion but when I finish fucking an uppity bitch whom I despise I have to cleanse myself. One word of caution to prospective sex offenders: if you're forced into counseling keep these thoughts to yourself or you're certain to be diagnosed as a sexual sadist.

Returning to the basement I decided it was time to secure the bitch for the night and I moved her to my special bondage chair which is bolted into the floor. It is one of those wood high backed, triangular seats with no elbows. The chair has three legs conforming to the seat triangle and I used leather cuffs to attach her ankles to the rear legs assuring that her legs would be uncomfortably spread for the night.

With the chair having no elbows that leaves two possibilities for arm restraint. In this case I chose the obviously more uncomfortable one which involved affixing a pair of rigid double hinge steel cuffs to her wrists in front of her with her palms facing away. These were then attached to hook underneath the chair seat forcing her to bend forward at a near 45 degree angle and assuring a sore back. A leather restraint belt was tightly placed around her just beneath her boobs and this was tethered to a ceiling hook. It really did little to further restrict her movement but I enjoy the sight of a tethered bitch.

I made it clear to the bitch that this punitive restraint was because of my dissatisfaction with her sexual performance and tomorrow she would be given a chance to redeem herself with oral sex. Having removed the panties from her mouth she started to protest but a leather muzzle gag was tightly strapped to her had and a funnel gag attachment inserted into her mouth. This allowed her to breath but prevented any intelligible speech.

Her confinement thus completed I laughed at the bitch, left bright lights shining in her face and went upstairs to catch some rest.

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