Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 21 By Long Tall Mary

The rendevous at the Carousel went as scheduled. Seated in the food court I had no difficulty recognizing Margaret as she arrived despite not having seen her picture. She was simply gorgeous about 5'7", weight well proportioned, brown eyes and hair. But what was most impressive was her boobs, even with the loose fitting clothing she was wearing I estimated correctly that her boobs were a 36DD.

Margaret was attired quite stylishly wearing a violet colored turtle neck sweater underneath a gray blazer and an ankle length olive colored skirt. It was a welcome relief from the sluttish attire that seems to be the rule for most of my female clients. For my part I was conservatively attired in a black dress and a red blazer. Neither of us stood out in the crowd which in this case was most desirous.

I had allowed approximately fifteen minutes to convince myself that Margaret was legitimate and to entice her to my dungeon. My initial prediction was the later would be more difficult than the former but to my surprise she was most willing and it wasn't necessary to high pressure her. To allay any fears I gave her the address where the dungeon was at and invited her to make a “safe call” if she wished, she chose not to do so.

My home in Camillus is about a twenty minute drive from the Carousel and Margaret had no difficulty following me in her own vehicle. As we walked into the garage we were greeted by Troy who was in jeans and a t-shirt, and wearing a custom made leather hood. Troy wears the hood primarily for erotic effect as he has no fear of his clients identifying him.

Margaret was transfixed at the sight of Troy and after introducing him we proceeded to the basement. She seemed awed by the dungeon with its various furniture and toys in plain view. I took charge of the initial segment ordering Margaret to undress in an order that I specified. Unlike the majority of clients whose inexpensive clothes I shred with my scissors Margaret's expensive clothes would be preserved intact.

As you've probably gathered by now I prefer total nudity for my subs. Different dominatrixes and maledoms have different preferences in this respect , almost all my subs remain nude for the duration of their confinement and this would be the case with Margaret.

Reasoning that Margaret was probably desensitized to handcuffs I employed my rope skills to bind her wrists together behind her. I'm not a great fan of breast bondage but in this case I just couldn't resist roping her boobs. Fortunately my hand tremors, which make shaving pussies difficult, do not interfere with my roping abilities and Margaret was soon standing and bound into a rope harness arrangement that accentuated her already superb cleavage.

Female submissives fall into three main categories. One is the pain slut with an insatiable appetite for pain, another is one which their primary interest is humiliation and submission, a third has a primary appetite for restraint and especially having sex while restrained. These are generalizations and of course there is considerable overlapping of these preferences. Invariably I can predict what category a sub will fall into before the actual training. I placed Margaret in the restraint/sex category and this would prove correct.

My first topic was explaining the basic obedience regimen such as proper speech and posture. Margaret displayed little enthusiasm for this aspect of the training and kept glancing at Troy who stood silently with his arms folded. I sensed that Margaret was far more interested in having a male trainer than a female leaving me wondering as to why she sought out a dominatrix to begin with.

During my initial interview with Margaret I had elicited she had no prior bondage experience, the closest she came was that one of her fellow male officers had handcuffed her to a bed but the encounter ended with only straight sex. She had viewed bondage photos online and seemed most aroused by the cuties bound and gagged. She exhibited no desire to receive pain such as by flagellation but didn't rule it out completely when I mentioned the possibility.

Regardless of her preferences all novice subs that I train are exposed to a variety of techniques and Margaret would be no exception. Yet I was in a precarious situation. Unlike where an owner has contracted with me for training for a specified duration of training-usually one or two nights-I had assured Margaret previously her session would last no more than three hours. Forcibly confining her for an extended period wasn't a viable option at this time.

Leash training was next on the agenda. Attaching a collar and leash to Margaret I walked her around the basement periodically ordering her to kneel. All trainees are required to utter some type of degrading sounds as they are led usually dog barking. In Margaret's case I just couldn't resist the temptation to make her utter pig sounds. Oh what a treat it was to hear her oinking as I led her about. Her body language left no doubt as to how humiliating it was for her.

So far she was being subjected to light bondage. Ordinarily I use a flogger to induce the sub to sound off more emphatically but in this case I decided it best to wait a bit before progressing to this level. Since Margaret hands and elbows were bound it would have been painfully difficult for her to crawl so I charitably allowed her to walk.

Upon completion of the leashing Margaret committed her first serious transgression. She spoke without permission to Troy her words being “Please Sir I want to be fucked by you”. Troy who had been silent up until now responded instantly and delivered a verbal thrashing. He let it be known in no uncertain terms that sex with him was a privilege and had to be earned by performing satisfactorily on the other exercises. Margaret was clearly taken back by Troy's tone-she had been expecting a quick fuck while tied up and that would be it. She would quickly learn just how much more was involved.

Troy has his own methods of training subs and as much as I wished to be her primary trainer I let him continue. Margaret quickly found herself standing with her hands cuffed above her to the overhead bar and adjusted so that it was necessary she stand on her toes.

One of Troy's training techniques is sensory deprivation using a bondage hood. Margaret was fitted with a snug form fitting leather hood with a detachable blindfold and ball gag piece. Both blindfold and gag were immediately attached. Troy stood back to admire his work while I roughly fondled her boobs and cunt by hand. Her nipples were fully erect and her sex quite moist.

I'm not a great fan of bondage hoods especially for beginners. They deprive the trainer of the ability to see the subs eyes to discern if the sub may be having an anxiety or panic attack. From my experiences I've learned that one out of four subs will experience a significant reaction when hooded as Margaret presently was. Still I decided to defer to Troy's judgement and I knew he would be observing her closely.

My cell phone rang and the call was coming from Felicia Porter. I sensed it was important as Felicia knew of my plans for this evening and is well aware that I don't like to be disturbed .Felicia asked if she could bring a sub to my dungeon and I exploded in rage at her audacity for making such a request. She begged me to accede to her request saying her life depended on it. Since I am somewhat dependent on Felicia for assistance I went against my instinct and approved the request but the sub would have to be taken to the upstairs guest bedroom and blindfolded at least initially.

Her time of arrival was five minutes. Returning to the basement Troy had removed Margaret's hood and was reading her the riot act about her training performance. I informed Troy to carry on by himself and I would join him later. Margaret appeared clearly terrified and might just be having second thoughts about her decision to submit.

Five minutes later a van pulled into the driveway. Felicia was the front seat passenger and the driver was a useless piece of white trash named Mary Jo. The two had become bosom buddies while inmates at Jamesville. Felicia knew the contempt I harbored for her buddy. Likewise Mary Jo was well aware of it and didn't even bother getting out of the van.

Felicia exited the van and opened the side cargo door. She removed and then half dragged, half walked a person who had been inside. As they reached my door I realized the captive as a female blond of medium build and wearing a green leather coat and black slacks. Her facial features were concealed by black duct tape wound around her head and completely covering her eyes and mouth. Her hands were cuffed behind her and a black belt encircled her elbows. A rope hobble connected her ankles no more than 6 inches apart barely allowing her to walk.

The woman was obviously being held against her own will. “The fucking bitch bitch is messing with my man and she's going to pay” snapped Felicia as she directed the captive towards the bedroom. I was incensed that Felicia would subject me to being an accomplish to kidnaping by bringing the bitch, Diane, to my place. With the van already having left I had little choice than to accept delivery. The captive was quickly herded into the guest bedroom and placed on the bed with a leg iron attaching her ankle to the bed frame. She would remain cuffed, gagged and blindfolded for the time being.

Felicia's relationship with her live in boy friend had been turbulent to say the least even before she went to Jamesville for six months. With Felicia incarcerated Diane had become her man's steady. Once released her man assured Felicia they would resume their relationship but it didn't quite work out that way. After learning that the two were continuing to meet Felicia and Mary Jo brazenly snatched Diane from her home and transported her in the van. Felicia stated she planned to hold Diane captive for no more than one day during which she would be taught a lesson she would never forget.

Suffice to say I was infuriated that I had not been consulted in advance, I was now faced with the situation a willing female police officer submissive attached to the overhead ceiling bar and an abducted female restrained upstairs. The two could not co-exist. My patience with Felicia was exhausted and once the captive was released Felicia would be taught a lesson she would never forget.

END PART 21