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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY
Part 25 by LONG TALL MARY
I was aware that Felicia was
on probation but my understanding was that it was the unsupervised type with no
ankle bracelet or curfew just reporting monthly to her P.O.. Felicia appeared
genuinely surprised that the P.O. was in my driveway and we quickly agreed that
I would answer the door and not deny Felicia’s presence as presumably the P.O.
had followed her to my house.
Upon answering the door the
woman promptly identified herself as “Miss Wilcox, Senior Probation Officer”
flashing some type of badge . She inquired as to whether or not Felicia was
inside and I responded by asking what was the meaning of this incursion. “Miss
Porter appears to be in violation of her probation”was the reply. Rather than
demand the specifics I escorted her into the kitchen where Felicia was
standing.
Felicia immediately asked
what condition she was violating to which the haughty blond replied “Consorting
with a convicted criminal, you’re certainly aware that Miss Cusimano was
convicted of prostitution”. Both of us were stunned as my conviction had been
several years ago and since then I have “consorted” with numerous persons on
probation without incident. I quickly surmised that this leggy blond bitch was specifically targeting Felicia with the
intent of some type of blackmail and had
done some background checking on me.
She must have been aware that
Felicia was residing with Mary Jo, whose
rap sheet was quite lengthy but had opted to confront her at my place
instead.
While haughty and overbearing
the bitch was quite business like in her tone, at about 5'11" she was only
slightly shorter than myself and although on the hefty side carried her weight
reasonably well. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me to the Public Safety
Center downtown where you’ll be booked” she intoned while simultaneously
producing a pair of handcuffs from inside her blazer pocket.
“I’ll do anything you ask if
you’ll give me a break” begged a clearly frightened Felicia adding “if you want
kinky sex that’s fine with me”. “I don’t take such bribe offers lightly” she
replied prompting Felicia to continue pleading as Miss Wilcox stood listening
but not making the move to restrain her. Finally Bitch W, as I’ll refer to her,
made her advance. “I do have to strip search you and would prefer to do it in privacy
however I have some discretion as to whether or not to violate you and perhaps
I can be persuaded to be lenient in this case”.
In an instant I delivered my
second solar plexis punch of the day and it worked superbly knocking the wind out
of Bitch W. As I grabbed her handcuffs Felicia grabbed one of her arms pinning
it behind her and in seconds Bitch W was standing with her hands cuffed behind
her. I immediately proceeded to pat down the bitch assuming she was carrying a
firearm but all I found were a pepper spray device , her cell phone and ID.
“You know you can’t get away
with this” Bitch W proclaimed in a surprisingly calm voice. I then directed her
attention to my large wall screen and stood in anticipation of her reaction
when she realized I had videotaped the whole encounter. “Perhaps I can be
persuaded to be lenient with you” I chuckled as she stood speechless after
watching the video and realizing that I now had the upper hand. “And what might
you expect of me” Bitch continued in her calm, business like manner but with
the same haughty and condescending tone she had exhibited initially.
My preference ideally would
be to confine her for several days in my dungeon and torture her into
submission as it was clear to me she was a lesbian dominant. Two factors made
that possibility unwise, first I already had two “customers”, one quite
unwilling, cuffed to the overhead in the basement. Second was that I could not
rule out the possibility that one of her colleagues was aware of her location
and would send assistance if she did not report back within a reasonable period
of time.
While blackmail is not my
m.o. my sadistic imagination being what it is I had no difficulty devising a
suitable punishment for the bitch. She would be fitted with one of my chastity
belts with the computer key that can not be duplicated, only an acetylene torch
would be capable of removing the metallic device and I was absolutely confident
that the bitch would return at a designated time for removal of the device. At
that time she would be taken to the dungeon and dealt with accordingly.
Bitch W’s demeanor could not
conceal her anger and humiliation as I informed her of my intentions. Leaving
her handcuffed for the moment Felicia pulled down her slacks and undergarments
as I attached the metallic contraption to her and locked it in place. For good
measure I inserted a modest size dildo into her vaginal tract, it could not be
removed without first removing the belt. I then uncuffed Bitch W and allowed her
to pull up her slacks. She was instructed to report to my house the next day,
Sunday, at 7:00PM. This meant I would have to release the mother and daughter
earlier than I had planned but it was well worth it, their training schedule
would simply be compressed.
Bitch W was allowed to leave
after having spent less than a half hour at my house, she did her best to
appear stoic and had little to say. Felicia and I simply could not contain our
glee as we witnessed the abject look of humiliating defeat about her as she
left the house. Felicia celebrated by smoking a joint and I helped myself to a
stiff shot of vodka before we turned our attention to the mother and daughter
confined in the basement dungeon.
END PART 25
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