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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL
MARY Part 31 By Long Tall Mary
Once again I lay reminiscing
of some of the events of my lengthy bondage career. As a consummate dominatrix,
and not just by Syracuse standards, I am truly a legend in my time.
The
later thought evoked memories of an incident when I was managing dominatrix for
Craig’s bordello and was forced to fire
an associate dominatrix for misconduct. Not content to accept dismissal without
comment she disparagingly remarked that “I was in love with myself and a legend
in my own mind.”
Her
audacity resulted in her being stripped and locked in the pillory stocks for the next three hours. During that period
I arranged for five of the other associates’ to gather at the bordello or
“hotel” where they were treated to the sight of their former colleague
helplessly restrained. The pilloried bitch was blindfolded and I made each of
the five associates’ use a strap on to ass fuck her. Not surprisingly she never
performed as a dominatrix again locally and no longer resides in the area.
Another
pleasurable memory involved one of my male subs who paid for a full session
with a dominatrix. I remember his very athletic legs complimented by an
unsightly paunch. His claim to be a jogger explained the legs and I suspect the
paunch was largely due to prodigious dietary habits.
My
concern was that he had the odor of alcohol on his breath. I had a firm rule
that no subs were allowed in the dungeon if they were under the influence. Even
if not visibly intoxicated any
indication they have imbibed in the least is cause to terminate the session but
since this was his first session I gave him a stern warning and the session
went forward.
The
next month he returned for his second session and this time he was visibly
intoxicated and joking about it. Well the joke was on him. After he was
undressed and tightly restrained I informed him that Mad Max would be his
trainer for the session and fortunately Max was able to respond within fifteen
minutes. My sub who had previously confided that he was homophobic went
ballistic struggling violently against his restraints.
He got his two-hour session
as he paid for only it was spent being whipped, ass fucked, mouth fucked by and
sucking Max’s cock. Needless to say the sub never returned. Craig upon learning of the
incident was irate. I was unperturbed by his threat to terminate my employment
and I suggested that he might enjoy a session with Max himself. At that time I
was only an associate dominatrix but quite predictably Craig never carried out
his threat.
I have also been an innovator
in the BDSM community with the most
recent example being the host of “home
bondage demonstrations.” These are along the lines of Tupper Ware parties
and the lady from “Avon Calling.” They are designed to familiarize mature women
with the fundamentals of bondage in the safety and comfort of their own homes.
So far I have hosted three
such parties attended by either six or seven women, one on a weekday and two on
week nights. Surprisingly the attendees were a mix of blue collar types-a
Walmart employee for example as well as professionals such as teachers. I
arrive dressed in typical dominatrix attire and my presentation lasts about two
hours but the last show ran four hours as the ladies just couldn’t stop from
asking more questions about the life style.
The one proviso when I book
such a show is that one of the ladies most volunteer to be my demonstrator and
if none volunteer then I make the selection. This is the most enjoyable part of
the show. The first show I attended the ladies argued vehemently amongst
themselves why one or the other should or shouldn’t volunteer. In the end I
chose the lady who seemed to be the bitchiest of the bunch. You should have
seen the expressions on their faces when I slapped handcuffs on the thirty year
old sales rep cutie and led her into the
bedroom.
I had her strip down to her
garter belt and hose after requiring her to remove her bra. She had the biggest
boobs of the bunch as well making her a better choice than one with tiny boobs
who would be much more embarrassed by being put on display. After stripping her
I tied a rope harness encircling her boobs and tying her hands behind her.
Before the group in the
living room she was used to demonstrate a variety of bondage techniques
including the crop, flogger and collar. I kept the pain to a minimal level and
didn’t perform any sexual acts on her. Needless to say the group was giddy with
delight at seeing their friend in bondage. That feeling was not shared of
course by the lady on display but overall she endured the session very well.
For her trouble I gave her a free gift certificate for two at my bar and an
offer of a free two hour session at my dungeon.
So far I haven’t cultivated
any new customers as a result of the
home demos but I’m confident that I will eventually. I have another home demo
booked for next month and in addition I still serve as facilitator of the
monthly meeting of the BDSM support group which is still held at the East
Syracuse bar.
With the aid of a sedative I
finally fell asleep looking forward to
continuing the training of Sara and Jeanine as well as the probation officer
who was due in the afternoon.
END PART 31
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