Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY, PART 19 by Long Tall Mary

Once upstairs I sat down at my computer preparing to host a weekly AOL chat room on female domination. I switched on the dungeon channel on an adjacent monitor enabling me to hear and see my trainee in the basement. Bitch appeared to be weathering her ordeal fairly well.

No sooner had I opened the chat room when I received my third call from Greg. He had arrived back in Rochester and was insistent on seeing a webcam of Bitch. I realized that it would be necessary for me to be very assertive. First off I have a rule that no photographs or videos are taken in the dungeon. This has been a long standing policy despite numerous requests for such material. The only exceptions are that on occasion I secretly make video and audio recordings of dungeon sessions and replay them later for my own pleasure or use them for training purposes. If I intend to use them for the later the sub is covered with a hood to prevent identification.

I very firmly reiterated my policy to Greg, it had been part of the original agreement. He was quite perturbed but I managed to calm him by assuring him that a stellar “graduation ceremony” would be held when he arrived to pick up Bitch. I have always held such a ceremony when a sub's owner arrives to pick her up, typically the sub is kneeling and begging for forgiveness. This is scripted carefully beforehand and I will punish a sub who deviates from the script in front of her owner. Satisfied that Greg wouldn't be calling again I continued on with my chat room.

The chat room lasted for about ninety minutes during which time I ordered Felicia to twice check on the welfare of Bitch but forbade any conversation or contact between the two. Bitch heeded my earlier edict against speaking without permission, had she done so I would have immediately gone down and administered a flogging. Surprisingly Felicia obeyed my instructions and indulged herself watching porno flicks and smoking a reefer once back upstairs.

As I was about to close my chat room I received a most interesting Instant Message, ordinarily I turn the IM off but today for some reason I failed to do so. The sender claimed to a female police officer from a local department not close to Syracuse, I won't name the department, claiming to be a female submissive seeking a dominatrix. Could this be a hoax or worse, a sting operation? Somehow I intuitively sensed that it was legitimate so I agreed to continue chatting with her periodically and possibly arranging an encounter. I'm very discreet about not soliciting any fee or tribute for my services on line least I be accused of prostitution.

The thought of an encounter with a submissive female police officer had me highly aroused and as I headed for the basement I feared it would prevent me from concentrating on the training of Bitch. First on the agenda for Bitch was nipple and cunt torture. I predicted, correctly of course, that she would have a low pain tolerance. The vibrator was still humming away so I removed it for the time being. Attaching a metal clamp connected by a chain to each nipple, I gently yanked them back and forth causing her to shriek in pain. This is one time when I enjoy seeing my sub not gagged. I continued the torture for several minutes and for additional pain a clothespin was attached to her clit.

Realizing that I was bringing her close to her maximum pain threshold I decided it was time to permit her some time for solitary meditation. Actually I was eager to begin the oral sex portion of her training but frankly I just couldn't concentrate on it because of preoccupation with the police officer. I was tempted to delegate her training to Felicia but she was stoned on grass by now and I won't allow anyone under the influence to train any of my subs. Removing the clamps from Bitch I led her to my dog cage and locked her inside after cuffing her hands to the top. She was close to tears and the day was still quite young.

Saturday afternoons in the fall are a difficult time for me to concentrate on anything as I'm an ardent college football fan especially when the Syracuse University Orangemen are playing televised which was the case today. I decided to combine the training of Bitch with my football viewing pleasure. Bitch was removed from the cage and her wrists and elbows were bound tightly behind her using rope. She was then led upstairs to the living room and ordered to kneel in the basic slave position with buttocks touching the ankles.

As I've mentioned earlier my rope skills are superior unlike most dominatrixes. Few of my submissives complete their session without being roped for some period of time. The biggest problem for me is choosing what type of rope to use as I have such a large variety. For this session I chose my red and white candy stripped rope.

Being as self confident as I am I decided to play a game with Bitch. She was tightly bound in a hog tie position, her collar removed, and a ball gag was strapped on. I told her if she could free herself from the ropes within fifteen minutes I would release her immediately and would be free to leave. She was required to struggle and if I felt it was not vigorous enough she would receive lashes.

For the next fifteen minutes I enjoyed erotic ecstasy as Bitch struggled furiously in her restraints, rolling about the floor and moaning through her gag .It wasn't necessary to prod her with the flogger, from the look in her eyes I knew she was confident she could free herself. When the fifteen minute mark passed the look of defeat about her gave me a very good feeling.

With the football game about to start I wasn't about to continue with the posture portion of her training but decided to progress to the oral portion. Still bathed in sweat from her struggling I released the hogtie connector from her as well as her gag and made her kneel in front of me as I sat on the couch. Removing the crotch attachment from my leather pants I pulled her forward by the hair until her mouth was accessible to my pussy.

There are so many forms of erotic torture I enjoy it's hard to quantify them in terms of a satisfaction index. But high amongst them is watching the Orangemen on TV and having a slut who probably never ate pussy before perform vigorously upon me. I made it known to her that if she stopped or slacked off she would be flogged. This no doubt induced her to perform vigorously and nonstop for the entire first quarter of the game. I lost count of the number of orgasms I experienced.

With the first quarter having ended I decided it was time for Bitch to concentrate on my asshole and I positioned myself according. Her demeanor exuded defiance but having decided to be a compliant slut she obeyed without question. I made her work hard with her tongue for about five minutes. While I can't measure the depth I made her penetrate to suffice to say it was deeper than I require most of most of my subs.

Bitch was performing quite well in her training and I felt confident Greg would be pleased with the results. But she was scheduled to remain confined until about 8:00 Monday morning so I had considerably more tortures planned for her. For her good behavior I decided to permit her a period of light restraint as soon as the second quarter ended, until then she was required to kneel before me with her wrists and elbows still bound but not using her mouth.

Her rear wrist and elbow restraints were removed although I enjoy seeing subs kneeling while so restrained because of the cleavage thrusting effect. I made her kneel with her arms held out and bound her wrists in the front position. She was then allowed to sit on the couch opposite Felicia who by now was quite stoned and peeved that she had been denied use of Bitch.

When Felicia is stoned she will come on quite strong to any female whether it be a submissive or dominant. She helped herself to Bitch by biting her boobs and then forcing mouth kissing upon her. I should have immediately taken Felicia to my bedroom and chained her to my bed but I was resigned to Felicia's disobedience and just couldn't work up the enthusiasm to punish her, at least immediately.

Bitch was performing her training up to my expectations but I felt something was lacking. I sensed a deep hostility towards me despite her outward compliance. Now I'm not so naive as to expect my submissives will be endeared to me yet I demand a certain level of respect however difficult it is to define. When from a subs demeanor I sense that respect is lacking I become very upset.

I decided it was time to end Bitch's training for the day and I led her to the basement to be confined in my jail cell overnight. The jail cell is hardly a penthouse suite but certainly preferable than the cage. For restraint I padlocked a collar on Bitch's neck and a chain tethered it to a bolt in the floor. The chain was of just the right length than she was able to stand in place but not walk about the cell.The vibrator was reinserted in her pussy, turned on and chained in place.

A decrepit mattress was provided for her comfort and a bucket for excretion was placed within her reach. She would be monitored periodically using the video surveillance system and in addition either Felicia or myself would check on her in person every hour or so. Her instructions were to kneel on all fours whenever either of us did so and bark like a dog. It would help prepare her for the leash training I had planned for her and besides a little humiliation never hurts a sub.

No sooner I had I returned upstairs when I received a call from the headmaster at a private all male prep school located near Cortland about thirty miles away. The school had just initiated a policy of corporal punishment. Because the faculty and students were all male the policy would be to hire a female to inflict any punishments, the purpose of this being to avoid any accusations of homosexuality. The punishment would consist of caning only with no sexual tortures allowed, in addition it would be videotaped.

Performing under these circumstances was hardly appealing but the headmaster made a very generous payment offer and if the price is right it will sway my decision which in this case it did. It was agreed the session would take place at 8:30 in the evening. This meant entrusting custody of Bitch to Felicia however risky but I decided she would be sufficiently sober by that time. I read her the riot act as to what would happen if she had any physical contact with Bitch during my absence. My video has playback capability and since Felicia was aware of this I felt that was sufficient to assure compliance.

Since the discipline session at the prep school was being videotaped I felt it necessary to wear a mask and made this known in advance. I can count on one hand the number of times I've worn a mask during my dominatrix career. Rather than use a submissive hood I settled on a plain, ordinary ski mask.

Arriving at the school I was met by Thomas the headmaster who was casually attired in jeans and a T-shirt. Portly, balding and wearing thick glasses he didn't fit my image of a headmaster. None the less he was rather pleasant and gave me a brief tour of the school grounds. It was agreed the session would take place in a basement having overhead beams to which the student could be secured.

Amongst dominatrixes preferences vary as to whether a submissive should be restrained during the punishment. I insist upon restraint if for no other reason than the humiliation it provides and this was acceptable to Thomas. The specific punishment would be six strokes with a cane. Its amazing what a school will pay for such a brief session.

The student to be caned was an eighteen-year old senior named John. He was presently on “room lock” which means simply he is confined to his own room and it is locked to prevent his leaving. You can imagine how John reacted when I strode into his room wearing my leather outfit and wearing a ski mask. He was clad only in boxer shorts and a T-shirt It was impossible to conceal the erection which he experienced . He was a rather good looking blond about 5'11 and 160 pounds and rather muscular in appearance.

I ordered John to place his hands behind him and leather cuffs were attached. Previously I had suggested the use of a collar and leash but Thomas would not permit it. Accompanied by Thomas I lead John by the arm to the basement where the cuffs were attached to an overhead beam. I then pulled down his boxer shirts and removed them. His orders were to bend over with his ass protruding and after each stroke he was to sound off with “Thank you maam may I have another”. The spirit of Animal House was alive and well.

I commenced the caning and deliberately took my time between strokes. After the six were complete I paused to admire the red welts upon his buttocks, indeed it would be painful sitting for a few days. Thomas with his camcorder had recorded all the action so far with his intent being to show the video to the student body in order to further humiliate John and to deter other students from misbehaving.

John was still quite hard and I felt under the circumstances it would be cruel and unusual punishment to deprive him of ejaculation. Satisfied that the camcorder was off I began masturbating John.As you can see I am charitable in my feelings toward John unlike the lowly male submissives I customarily deal with. In seconds it was over with a wad of semen spewing out. Thomas gave me a most disapproving look but said nothing. John blurted out “thank you maam” causing me to smile underneath my ski mask. We escorted John back to his room where his confinement would continue.

Thomas had little to say but handed me an envelope with my payment and I departed without further ado. My sense was that I wouldn't be invited again to the school but that was fine with me for despite their generous compensation the restrictions were intolerable.

As I headed back home I tried to focus on the training regimen for Bitch but it was impossible due to my fixation on the possibility of having a female police officer as a submissive trainee. That would be the first item on the agenda upon my return.

END PART 19