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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY
Part 24 by Long Tall Mary
With John having departed my
thoughts again turned to Felicia and Mary Jo but as so often happens when
fixated on one endeavor something unrelated comes your way .That something was receiving a call from a Syracuse area mother
inquiring as to the possibility of a disciplinary session with her 17 year old
daughter.
Over the years I have
received a surprising number of similar requests from both mothers and fathers
but my rule in the past has always been
no dealings with any female under 18. This has been primarily for legal reasons
as the majority of females at age 15 are sufficiently mature to undergo such
training. Under 15 I have moral as well as legal qualms, even then there are
exceptions.
The mother was a paralegal
for a prestigious local law firm and occasionally patronized my bar but had
never expressed any interest in BDSM.
Her daughter, Jeanine, was a
high school senior and was openly defying her mother’s authority on such
matters as curfews and the company she kept.
Then one day the mother, Sara,
sought me out for discussion of the possibility of a “behavioral modification”
program for Jeanine. It was at this time
I learned that the mother had recently attempted to have her daughter
involuntarily committed to a private psychiatric hospital. Since the daughter
exhibited no signs of any mental disorder the commitment attempt was
unsuccessful.
The mother quickly explained
her motivation. A wealthy and eccentric aunt of the daughter had bequeathed her
a large sum of money payable upon her 18th birthday conditioned upon
“good behavior”. The question of her eligibility would be decided by an
impartial arbitrator and if he ruled against her the money would be held until
her 2lst birthday and again be decided
by arbitration.
Sara, the venal bitch that
she is, felt that by having her daughter committed she could lay temporary
claim to the bequeathment and of course it would be quickly squandered. With
the psychiatric commitment out of the question the mother decided that the
behavioral modification approach was the most certain means of convincing the
arbitrator and receiving the money. The mother was determined one way or
another to have the money for her own and even mentioned the possibility of
arranging an abduction and sale into slavery.
The session fee that Sara was
offering me was extremely lucrative but I still had an uneasy feeling about
taking the case. But money talks and I accepted making it clear to Sara that
Jeanine’s training would consist of corporal punishment, sexual torture and
whatever other depravities I saw fit to inflict. The duration of her training
would be forty eight hours. This was agreeable to Sara and the session was
scheduled to begin at 9:00AM Saturday.
A Lexus pulled into my
driveway and Sara and Jeanine exited the car and walked towards my front door
disregarding my instructions that Jeanine be alone. I was already quite peeved
and the thought of confining both the mother and daughter briefly entered my
mind. In recent years it has been my rule that the person delivering the sub to
my home not exit their vehicle, the sub is to walk to my door and the driver
leave immediately. I was confident this was a misunderstanding by Sara and it
would be quickly corrected.
I caught my first glimpse of
Jeanine a gray eyed brunette of about 5'5, 140 pounds and in my opinion not
exceptionally good looking. She was rather neatly attired in black slacks and a
loose fitting pink sweater over a white blouse making it difficult to assess
her tits. The mother of the same height was a plumper of at least 170 pounds
attired in black slacks and a tight fitting low cut white blouse which
complimented her rather generous cleavage.
Sara, her smug demeanor quite
evident, quickly dispelled my belief that she had misunderstood my instructions
as she insisted upon inspecting my
dungeon before leaving her daughter in my charge. As much as I would have
enjoyed dragging both of them to the dungeon it was necessary to employ a bit
of chicanery and I pretended to agree to this request.
Sara and Jeanine followed me
to the basement and caught their first glimpse of my dungeon. As is customary
for a new visitor both seemed awed by the trappings of the dungeon with the
center floor cage quickly attracting Jeanine’s attention. She inquired as to
its purpose and I replied that disobedient students usually spent the night in
the cage. This seemed to unnerve Jeanine somewhat while her mother smirked with
delight.
Next I directed their
attention to my jail cell. The door, which swings back and forth, had been left
open with the key in the lock. I suggested Sara and Jeanine have a look inside
and they took the bait without hesitation. In an instant the door was slammed
shut and locked evoking a look of consternation about the mother and while
hardly necessary I informed Sara she would be confined along with her daughter
and undergo discipline as well.. She
immediately demanded I release her and even had the audacity to rattle the cell
door, her daughter seemed less distressed and probably secretly relished the
thought of a joint disciplinary session.
The look of utter contempt
about Sara was obvious but wisely she refrained from spewing invectives as is
so often the case when I spring a surprise like this. I retrieved two pair of
metal handcuffs and standing in front of the cell door ordered each to place
their hands in front of them through the bars. Jeanine complied without
argument and I cuffed her hands in such a manner that she would be forced to
remain in a standing position. But Sara balked at my order and repeated her
demand that she be freed immediately.
At times like this I wish I
had another dominatrix to assist me but since my relationship with Felicia had
soured and I was unable to procure anyone else on short notice it would be
necessary to proceed alone. One of the weapons in my arsenal which I had never
used was a taser device which I had purchased a few months ago. While I had a
pretty good idea of its capabilities the opportunity to test it had never
arisen. Brandishing the device I calmly explained to Sara if she did not strip
within sixty seconds that the taser would be used to stun her and then I would
personally strip her.
Sara quickly chose compliance
over valor and was standing completely naked with her clothing piled on the
floor. She was promptly cuffed to the cell door in the same manner as her
daughter and far enough apart so as they could not touch each other. I stood
watching admiringly with mother and daughter, one naked and the other fully
clothed as my helpless captives. It was the first time I had ever had a mother
and daughter as captives but my imagination had no difficulty formulating a
training agenda for them.
I decided that I would take a
short break upstairs but before doing that decided that a preliminary obedience
test was in order. A penis gag was inserted into Jeanine’s mouth and strapped
around her head while her mother was fitted with a ring gag. The ring gag is
far more uncomfortable than the penis gag and if nothing else assures sore facial muscles for its wearer. Considering
the less than stringent manner in which the two were restrained either of them
could have removed their gag without much difficulty so to test their obedience
I informed them I would be away for a period and if upon returning they had
dislodged their gags they could expect severe pain.
Upstairs I took an extra
tranquilizer as my neurological motor skills were continuing to deteriorate
slowly having already impaired my ability to perform such fine motor skills as
shaving pussies. I spent a few minutes observing my two captives over the
dungeon cam. Both were surprisingly silent and making no effort to communicate
through their gags. I hoped they had not resigned themselves to exemplary
submission as the joy of a dominatrix is greatly diminished in such cases.
The danger of a dominatrix
becoming complacent was exemplified with what was to happen next. Returning to
the basement cell I decided that it was time for Sara to undergo some leash
training. After removing her handcuffs and gag I handed her a standard leather
training collar and instructed her to fasten it around her neck. She complied
without protest and I attached the four foot leash to the buckle of the collar
and instructed her to kneel on all fours
before opening the cell door.
Instead of opening the door
and instructing her to crawl I entered the cell before doing so and in a split
second the bitch knocked me to the floor by tackling my legs and then making a
desperate lunge out of the cell with the intent of locking me inside. Despite
Sara’s advantage I was able to grab a hold of the leash which I yanked
violently causing her to tumble to the ground outside the cell. I then pounced
upon her sitting upon her chest and proceeded to strangle her by tightening her
collar stopping just short of causing unconsciousness but clearly overpowering
her for the moment. This was complimented by a punch to her solar plexus region
and the bitch’s short lived escape attempt was ruined. I promptly cuffed her
hands behind her using the metal cuffs.
Taking advantage of the
bitch’s temporarily incapacitated state I had no difficulty forcing and locking
her into my metal dog cage. Jeanine stood terrified still cuffed to the cell
bars and gagged as I informed her in no uncertain terms that she would pay
dearly for her mother’s defiance. Initially I had felt a twinge of compassion
for Jeanine but that was short lived.
At this point I decided that
the assistance of another dominatrix was essential and I was forced to overcome
my ill feeling towards Felicia. From upstairs I placed a call to Felicia and
not unexpectedly she was with the despicable Mary Jo. When I explained to
Felicia that I sought her assistance for training a mother and daughter her
enthusiasm was obvious and in fact she did arrive at my home in record time
having driven herself, Mary Jo certainly knew better than to set foot on my
premises.
Felicia was attired in her
customary mini skirt and tight fitting sweater but with one obvious difference
in her appearance. Her normal shoulder length brown hair was absent and in its
place she wore an absolutely whorish looking blond wig. She briefly related her
tale of woe: in retaliation for her abduction and torture of Pedro’s girl
friend he had gone into a drunken rage chaining her to the bed for more than 24
hours and somewhere in between had shaved her hair to punk rock length. She was
now residing temporarily with Mary Jo but knowing the deeply rooted masochistic
nature of Felicia I knew it was only a matter of time before they reconciled.
It was inevitable that Felicia would be hitting on me for temporary lodging but
I tried to set that aside for the time being.
Returning to the dungeon I
decided the first task was to strip Jeanine and attach her to the overhead bar
and Felicia was directed to do so alone. This is consistent with my training
doctrine that if a sub realizes she can be controlled by one dominatrix it
tends to make them somewhat more compliant. “The bitch has pissed in her pants”
yelled Felicia. As a dominatrix I have encountered numerous incontinent
submissives over the years and have never stooped to the level of cleaning
them. This task was delegated to Felicia who cuffed the soiled wench’s hands
behind her behind before leading her to my upstairs bathroom.
This gave me a few minutes
alone with the caged and cuffed Sara and little conversation ensued. Sara was
taciturn as I gleefully described some of the degradation and torture I had
planned for both of them. A few minutes later Felicia returned from upstairs
with the naked and cuffed Jeanine. Two observations I immediately made were
that the shoulder length hair of Jeanine had been shaved to just short of
punker length and that some lather still remained about the point where her
pubic triangle formerly sprouted. For some reason Felicia had chosen to cuff
her hands in front of her, a comfort of which I did not feel she was deserving
of.
We quickly attached Jeanine
to the overhead using leather cuffs on ankles and wrists complimented by a two
foot spreader bar. This gave me the first opportunity to closely inspect her
figure. Indeed the loose fitting sweater had done her cleavage an injustice,
she was well endowed much as was her mother. I gave a not too gentle twist of
both of her erect nipples causing her to let out a mild scream, it was clear that
they would be very sensitive to further tortures.
Next Sara was removed from
the cage and attached to the overhead in the same manner as and directly across
from Jeanine, they had no choice but to stare at each other. Jeanine’s original
penis gag was reattached as was Sara’s ring gag which had slipped during the
struggle. A cervical posture collar was attached to Jeanine while Sara’s plain leather collar remained in place.
Felicia and I went upstairs
for a brief rest and we enjoyed viewing the two captives over the closed
circuit dungeon cam. Neither made an attempt to speak despite the fact that
their gags were affixed rather loosely. Our enjoyment was interrupted as a car
drove into the driveway and watching via the monitor I observed a 40ish tall
blond female in a dark blue pant suit exiting the vehicle. Seconds latter my
door bell rang. “Oh shit it’s my
probation officer” frowned Felicia. I knew it was going to be an extraordinary
day.
END PART 24
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