Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 18 by Long Tall Mary

It had been nearly one year from the date that my suburban Syracuse BDSM bordello had been raided signaling the end of my long career of involvement in the trade both as a working dominatrix and in more recent years as a managing dominatrix.

During that period I had attempted to become established in the white slavery business in partnership with the psychopathic, perhaps sociopath would be more accurate, Mad Max. We had carried out one successful abduction of a local beauty queen and she had been sold to an international slave ring with a chapter in New York City. The merchandise had been delivered as agreed with Max and I splitting a $20,000.00 delivery fee.

As pleasurable as the abduction had been I got the scare of my life when the van Max was driving was stopped for speeding-the asshole should have known better than to drive 80 on the Thruway. Fortunately between the soundproofing Max had devised along with the merchandise being heavily sedated and restrained she escaped notice and Max ended up with a speeding ticket.

About two months after the abduction Max was shot and killed in a drive by shooting in Syracuse. While unsolved it is believed connected to Max's continuing involvement in meth trafficking. It effectively put a damper on any further abductions for slavery and forced me to concentrate on other pursuits. If nothing else it eliminated the only local witness to the abduction and from what I gathered the merchandise was on consignment to some Sheik in a mid east nation unlikely to ever be released from servitude.

I yearned for a return to the dominatrix business but realized that it required more resources, mainly financial, than I had at my disposal. Having sold my suburban bordello I wasn't about to have my Camillus home and private dungeon turned into a large scale commercial operation.

My downtown Syracuse bar was still in business but hardly prospering. Still it provided an outlet for my energies and an opportunity to mingle with people of different walks of life. Patrons included students, some doctors and nurses from the local university medical school, and downtown office workers.

My earlier prostitution arrest had no negative effect upon my business. In fact it attracted a few males who apparently envisioned me as the local Heidi Fliss. They were disappointed to learn that I was no longer active in prostitution and that it had been limited to BDSM not conventional

whore house sex.

After much thought I decided to limit my commercial BDSM activities to a select clientele mainly female submissives. The activities would take place at my Camilllus home dungeon and I would employ only one or two staff dominatrix. They would primarily serve to assist me if necessary with a certain customer or substitute for me in the event of my unavailability.

My niche in the market had always been for the category of what I term semi willing submissive. For example a wealthy male might be upset with the habits of his girl friend such as infidelity, drugs, etc. As a condition of continued financial support she would be required to submit to a dominatrix. The cases I dealt with in the past had all been gratifying and most lucrative.

I received my first referral from a pimp named Greg who operates a conventional sex whore house in Rochester. His staff consists of five hookers and one was proving troublesome. Her chief transgression was arranging private sessions with customers thus depriving the house of income. Greg, whom I had never made personally, was aware of my expertise in the area of female discipline and through the Internet made me a generous offer to subject the errant harlot to a weekend of confinement and training in my dungeon.

One proviso accompanied the offer. The hooker had an aversion to lesbian sex and would not consent in advance to a female trainer. Therefore she would believe that she was submitting to a male trainer right up until she arrived at my door. I became giddy when I heard this as I crave this type of situation and would have performed it for considerably less money than I was offered. Greg's proposition was quickly finalized.

Greg Emailed me a picture of my trainee. Kathy, age 24, was a buxom brunette, brown eyes, about 5'3 and 150 pounds. She was somewhat of a plumper but Greg indicated she was quite competent at her trade and that his investment in paying me for a discipline session was well worth the cost. It was agreed that Greg would deliver her to my doorstep in three days arriving at 10:00AM.

Despite my age I still possess considerable physical prowess. None the less knowing that Kathy might resist I decided to have another dominatrix on hand just in case. For this assignment I procured Felicia Porter, one of my former staff dominatrix. In her late 30's Felicia had just finished four months in the Jamesville prison for shoplifting and had broke up with her boy friend shortly after her release. Financially she was destitute and readily accepted my offer which included some free marihuana. Indeed at the time Kathy arrived Felicia was lounging on my living room couch in her characteristic miniskirt and tight sweater, smoking a reefer, and watching a porno DVD

At 10:05AM a black SUV pulled into my drive hardly the stereotypical pimpmobile. Through my closed circuit TV system I caught a glimpse of the burly Greg and his buxom hooker as they got out of the vehicle and walked to the side door. Her long brown hair was blowing on a cool and windy September Saturday, She was attired in denim shorts, a pink bikini that complimented her boobs well, a white zippered sweater and heels. For my part I was attired in black leather pants with a detachable crotch covering and a matching halter top.

As I opened the door to my garage they stood before me and the first words out of Greg were “K(his nickname for her) meet Mistress Mary she will be your trainer”. The snooty bitch replied with “no fucking way”. Before she could react further I was on her with my catlike speed and ferocity cuffing her hands behind her in seconds. I directed Greg to leave immediately as was understood in advance and proceeded to drag the struggling bitch by the hair and arm to my basement.

Prior to her arrival I had issued explicit orders to Felicia that she was not to assist me in the subduing of the bitch or to even appear unless I specifically requested it. I strongly believe that it is important to establish immediate dominance over such a trainee and if this can be done unassisted so much the better. But Felicia being the glutton for punishment she is appeared on the stair landing and helped me drag “K” to the basement. (she would not be referred by me as “K” for the duration of her confinement, “bitch” would suffice)

Rather than chastise Felicia in front of the trainee I let her continue to assist me although my anger must have been obvious to Felicia. The bitch was surprisingly compliant most certainly realizing that resistance was futile and uttering epithets would result in harsh punishment. I used a cable to connect her rear cuffed wrists to an overhead mount. After securing her ankles with leather cuffs to eye bolts in the floor about three feet apart I strapped a ball gag in place. It was only temporary, a much more unappealing gag awaited. I left her in a most uncomfortable position fully clothed and smiling at her I chuckled “make yourself comfy bitch I'll be back in awhile” as I headed upstairs to discipline my errant staff assistant.

Once upstairs Felicia knowing that punishment was imminent stripped to her bra and panties without being ordered to do so. What I had in mind for her was a particularly restrictive hogtie that I seldom employ. Using cord her ankles are crossed and connected to her bound wrists, the cord is extended around her neck so that any significant movement will result in choking. Its not a technique I employ often but Felicia being experienced in BDSM knows the ropes , you might say, and wasn't likely to choke herself.

Felicia would have been content to spend twenty minutes or so in the hogtie but I had other measures in store for her, ones that I employed previously with excellent results. I switched off the DVD and in its place turned on the Christian Broadcasting Network. A preacher was just beginning a sermon and Felicia would have no choice but to listen. A pair of my soiled panties sealed with a strip of duct tape completed her bondage and I returned to the basement.

It was clear that Bitch was in considerable pain from the tight position I had left her in and her eyes pleaded for mercy. I just smiled and remarked “are you comfy bitch” before using my heavy duty scissors to shred every ounce of clothing from her body. With her ankles secured to the floor bolts I released her from her rear cuffed restraint and using leather cuffs attached each cuff to the overhead mount. She was now in a spread eagled position and vulnerable to penetrations from both sides not to mention the numerous exercises I had planned for her.

My next task was to conduct a more thorough examination of her anatomy both visually and by masturbating her various attributes. I quickly sensed that Bitch was no latent submissive as are so many females nor was she exceptionally dominate in spite of her reputed competence in the bordello business. She fell into neither classification. To accept my style of discipline would require breaking her will and it would take some doing, more so than I would have expected.

Upon removing her gag I proceeded to give her a matter of fact outline as to what training regimen I had planned for her. As is standard she could not speak without permission, would address me as “Mistress”, she would be in some degree of restraint at all times, She could expect frequent whippings , strap on intrusions and performing oral sex upon me. If her progress was satisfactory she would be released in about forty eight hours otherwise her confinement would be extended.

To test her attitude I required her to engage me in deep mouth kissing with her being the aggressor. This is a technique I seldom employ, ordinarily the trainee uses her mouth only upon my cunt and my asshole. Her deep mouth performance was lackadaisical at best. After less than two minutes I withdrew from her mouth and delivered the first of what would be many lashes It was an intentionally hard lash across her crotch and the pain was obvious. Trying to appear angry I retrieved another pair of my soiled panties and forced them into her mouth which was then sealed with duct tape. “Perhaps after tasting that for awhile you'll appreciate the taste of me better” I commented as I left to attend to Felicia upstairs.

Felicia was struggling to maintain her rigid hogtie position without choking and was clearly perturbed by the gospel programming that she subjected to. Upon freeing her from her restraints Felicia reflexively assumed a kneeling position beside the couch fully expecting she would be ordered to use her mouth upon me. She seemed almost disappointed when I informed her that she would receive no further punishment. Felicia is one of a handful of females who while essentially a dominate could perform adequately as a submissive.

In my career in the bordello business we had never allowed male dominates to perform upon female submissives. The risk of assault to the female would be unacceptably high. Even in the case of female dominatrix performing upon male submissives there was always the risk of the female being overpowered by a dom masquerading as a sub. It was always the policy to have security concealed upon premises. If maledoms were allowed another dominatrix or security person would have to be in attendance at all times which hardly makes for an enjoyable customer experience.

Regrettably aging has to a minor degree diminished my physical prowess as a dominatrix. Within the past two years I've been diagnosed as suffering from some neurological disorder that is a variant of Parkinson's disease. Its chief symptom is a mild hand tremor. This presents no problem as far as my overall strength is concerned but it severely impairs my ability to perform tasks such as shaving pussy hair. So in order to shave Bitch it was necessary to delegate this task to Felicia.

Needless to say Felicia relished this task and she pulled up a stool in front of Bitch lathering the rich mound of pussy hair with lather before beginning with the razor. I stood in front of them with my arms crossed and smiling. For torment Felicia would periodically finger fuck the Bitch causing her to moan through her panty gag. Indeed watching a submissive forcibly shaved is one of the most gratifying aspects of bondage except of course for doing the forced shaving myself.

With the shaving soon complete I crudely finger fucked Bitch myself and in a most non gentle manner. I had desired to have her shoulder length hair cut off as well but Greg refused for fear of diminishing her commercial appeal. Unfortunately more often than not you have to honor the requests of the person paying the bill.

I decided it was time to let Bitch do some speaking. Since she had been uncomfortably gagged with my panties for most of the session she appeared visibly relieved as I removed her gag. But the type of speaking I had in mind was not lovey dovey talk it was speech recitation training. For this purpose I employ a CD that I purchased several years ago which contains numerous recorded phrases such “I'm a worthless slut”, “Thank you Mistress” ,etc. It works well in conjunction with electroshock therapy, if the trainee's oral response is not loud or emphatic enough a shock is instantaneously administered. This is an adaptation of classic Pavlovian technique. Unfortunately my electroshock equipment was not in working order so a flogger response would be substituted.

Bitch proved to be a surprisingly fast learner as she recited the phrases loudly and emphatically. Most trainees require some heavy duty shocking or lashes before they come around but not in this case. Even Felicia, herself an experienced dominatrix, was surprised. I resented not being able to inflict more pain with my flogger and it was indeed tempting to do so. But a dominatrix must maintain credibility with her trainee and disproportionate pain would severely diminish that. Besides I had plenty more heavy duty tortures in store for her.

I had some important business to carry on upstairs so Bitch would be left restrained and unattended for a spell. She was transferred from the overhead bar standing position to my “Wheel of fortune” which is a wooden X frame capable of being rotated 360 degrees. Bitch was strapped by the wrists and ankles to the device which was left upright. As a reward for her progress I made it known she would be left ungagged and the collar I buckled around her neck would not be attached to the cross allowing her more head movement.

As a final reward she was permitted a dildo in her cunt. It was one of the time delay type programmed to vibrate at irregular intervals and it was chained in place. So many of my trainees have expelled these intruders that I now routinely secure them. The device was turned on and I smiled confident in the knowledge it would satisfy her erotic needs in my absence.

Upstairs I had an AOL chat room to host. As for Greg he was proving to be a first rate pain in the ass. He had already called twice on his cell phone for progress reports before returning to Rochester and he let it be known that he expected a web cam telecast of Bitch in my dungeon. I did my best to mollify him for the time being but a clash between us was imminent.

END PART 18