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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 33 By Long Tall Mary
With the departure of Sara
and Jeanine my next task was entertaining Bitch Wilcox the probation officer.
Frankly my enthusiasm for her had faded. She was clearly deserving of severe
punishment but it would require extended confinement, at least a week, to be
effective. You just can’t involuntarily confine a probation officer for such a
lengthy period as someone would notice her absence. So I was resigned to
removing her chastity belt and subjecting her to some form of short term punishment.
Bitch W arrived promptly at
the designated time and was attired precisely as I had specified: a black vinyl mini,
white tank top and heels. For a woman her age to be seen so attired in public
would be most humiliating but I wasn’t so naive as to think she hadn’t worn a full
length coat prior to arriving at my place.
She rang the doorbell and was
shown to the living room
not yet having seen the basement dungeon . I had already decided her punishment
would not require any of the appurtenances of the dungeon so it was not
necessary that she visit there, she wasn’t likely to be referring any clients
to me. I ordered her to begin stripping including her heels at once. The
metallic chastity device was still in place and it gave me great satisfaction
knowing that she had been deprived of access to her cunt
even if for such a short period.
The device has a removable
plug whose purpose is to permit the insertion or removal of a vaginal dildo
without removing the entire device and the lock uses the same high tech key. I
decided she should be allowed to make up for some of the pleasure she had been
denied since wearing the belt so I removed the plug and inserted a variable
speed dildo. The plug was promptly replaced and the arousal induced by the
vibrations was immediately noticeable.
But Bitch W was in store for
considerably more humiliation as I fastened a leather collar around her neck
and padlocked it into place. I then attached my forty foot leash chain to the
rear ring of the
collar and used a special lock to keep it in place.
As you’ve probably noticed I always use some
type of lock to secure collars and
leashes. Most of my submissives aren’t interested in
removing them but for those that are the realization of futility tends to
temper any resistance
they might attempt.
Fortunately my back yard is
not visible to any neighbor and I periodically subject my submissives
to various forms of outdoor bondage. One of my favorites in warm weather is to
set on a lounge
recliner and chain the submissive to it in such a manner that
they are forced to kneel uncomfortably while I chat on my cell phone or some
other task.
The weather wasn’t quite warm
enough for sun lounging but was adequate for some leash training. With a
flogger in one hand I held the leash with the other to lead Bitch W to the back
yard. Sitting on a chair I produced a large rawhide dog bone which I tossed the
chains length into the yard. Bitch W was ordered to crawl on all fours, bark
continuously and retrieve the bone without using her hands, return the bone to
me and kneel in front of the chair. I made her repeat this three times and it
didn’t take an expert in body language to realize her aversion to this
exercise.
After the final return of the
large bone I took a small size milk bone and made her ingest it. Having
weathered her ordeal quite well I decided it was time for a closing act and
felt that licking my asshole was fitting. While I hadn’t interrogated Bitch W
as to her sexual preferences I sensed she was a lesbian dominate with minimal experience
serving in a submissive capacity. She was extremely effective at being able to
minimize the visible effects of her humiliation such as by not pleading for
mercy but it is impossible to alter the body language inherent to such
activity.
With the chastity device
still locked in place it gave me the leverage to compel Bitch to do almost
anything I desired. But just to be on the safe side I cuffed her hands behind
her which served two purposes-I always find oral or anal sex more gratifying
when the sub is restrained and secondly it discourages any physical resistance.
Hiking the vinyl mini I was
wearing I knelt on the cushioned chair and ordered Bitch to kneel behind me and
to begin using her mouth to explore my asshole. I made it clear to her that a satisfactory
performance would result in immediate removal of the chastity device and she would be free to
leave. Otherwise she would be subjected to “extended
discipline” the mode of which I did not specify.
Bitch commenced licking in such
a vigorous manner that it surpassed all my expectations. The depth to which her
tongue penetrated was amazing considering that her hands were cuffed behind her
and the uncomfortable angle at which she was required to be positioned. After
about ten minutes I permitted her to stop licking. She was breathing and
sweating heavily. Over the years I have been serviced anally by mouth countless
times by both male and female submissives, this
clearly was the best performance I had seen.
I had decided previously not
to subject Bitch to any further punishment such as heavy flagellation as a
submissive can only withstand so much in a short period of time. The chastity
belt and handcuffs were removed and Bitch was told she could leave. After
dressing she immediately departed without saying a word.
It gave me much gratification
to know that I had broken the will and spirit of this corrupt public servant.
Immediately after the session she filed for retirement and reportedly has moved
to Florida. The only person I told about the matter was Lorraine and of course
Felicia was personally present at the inception. Word was soon circulating on
the street and with the resulting humiliation Bitch had no realistic choice
than to retire.
Following Bitch W’s
retirement Felicia’s case was transferred to another probation officer. About
two weeks later she was to suffer the ramifications of the Bitch W matter and I
had the delight of being a first hand observer.
One afternoon I was shopping
at the suburban Shoppingtown Mall when I observed
Felicia leading a male on a leash, he was cross dressed but even to the casual
observer there could be not doubt as to gender. Felicia was engaging in the
practice of so called “financial domination” in which a submissive is escorted,
usually on a chain and leash, about a shopping center and purchases whatever
gifts the Mistress may desire. The amount spent for the gifts equals the amount
the submissive would pay for a dungeon session. Since many of the male
participants in this game are local residents, sometimes prominent ones, they often cross
dress to avoid being recognized.
Many months ago when Felicia
was an associate dominatrix of mine she narrowly avoided being arrested at the
Carousel Center for this same type of situation. Mall security frowned about
adults being led about the mall on a leash. Had Felicia been arrested it could
have jeopardized my dominatrix business so she was severely punished by me.
But masochistic fools never
change. As I passed by Felicia on the concourse she gave me a scornful look.
Moments later two security officers, one male and one female, approached and
after a brief discussion a loud argument erupted and Felicia pushed the female
security officer when she tried to take the leash away. Felicia was quickly
overpowered and handcuffed by the two officers, taken away by the local police
and charged with Disorderly Conduct.
Felicia’s new probation
officer was aware of her involvement in the Bitch W affair and upon learning of
the new arrest he moved quickly to violate her probation-it was put on a fast
track. Her financial domination escapade resulted in her serving another sixty
days at Jamesville. So much for my hopes of her delivering
Mary Jo to me.
About a month after this
episode a serious situation arose which required sensitive but forceful action
on my part. For several weeks I had a nagging suspicion that money was being
pilfered from my bar operation. The logical suspect was my manager, Patti, who
was the only person with access to the books. As I had
tremendous admiration for her managerial competence I desperately wanted to
believe that she was not involved.
Finally I contacted a CPA
from North Syracuse who had been a past male submissive client of mine. My
bartering skills being what they are he agreed to perform a covert audit in
exchange for six hours worth of sessions with me as a dominatrix. He performed
the audit with three days and concluded that $3200.00 was unaccounted for over
a six month period with all evidence pointing towards Patti.
Let me make known a few facts
about my bar operation. Considering that I have only ten employees my
wage-benefit package exceeds what market forces dictate and are far more
generous than any comparable size bar locally. My dishwasher alone receives
$10.00 an hour and I pay fifty per cent of the health insurance premium of any
employee with at least six months on the job. I’ve had opportunities to hire
illegal aliens willing to work for much less but I refuse to do so. Patti’s
salary is much greater than she could commandeer at much larger establishments
locally.
Patti is a 38 year old petit
blond, of above average looks but not generously endowed. She is a bi-sexual
but I’ve never determined to what degree she is heterosexual or lesbian. I’m
aware that she has dated both sexes but has never had a long term relationship.
Her main asset is her ability to interact affably with customers combined with
the ability to effectively supervise the other employees.
Realistically I had three
options as to how to handle this situation. One was to terminate her employment
outright, the second was to have her prosecuted and the third was to persuade
her to accept private punishment. The first and second options carried risks,
while not a BDSM practitioner herself she is privy to certain information that
could be damaging to me. These include knowledge of some of my dominatrix
escapades as well as certain tax matters. If terminated or prosecuted she would
be tempted to use this knowledge as a bargaining chip. As I was concerned with
restitution prosecution was not a viable option as typically offenders are
given probation and ordered to make restitution. In practice they seldom do
usually opting for bankruptcy.
I was confident that if I
could lure Patti to my home I could persuade her to accept the private
punishment option which would involve three days of dungeon confinement
combined with various physical and sexual tortures. The problem is that during
her two years of employment she had never been to my house and finding some
pretense to lure her there was not as easy at it might seem.
Therefore I decided that she
would be unknowingly drugged about one hour before she was due to leave work
and while not unconscious she could be transported without resistance. Once
again I turned to fellow dominatrix Lorraine because of her familiarity with
and access to sedating drugs. Lorraine was able to provide me with a liquid
form of a sedative which could be discretly mixed
with an alcoholic drink. She estimated that within an hour Patti would be very
groggy and helpless to resist.
The date of the transport was
set for a Tuesday night that I expected would be one of our slow business
nights. At 1:00AM there were only two customers at he
bar and closing time was 2:00AM. As Patti routinely imbibes while on duty I had
no difficulty inducing her to accept a mixed drink to which I had added the
liquid sedative. By 1:30 Patti was beginning to feel the effects of the
sedative combined with the alcohol. I assured her that she was just tired. Ten
minutes later the last two customers left and I had to act immediately.
Patti was quite surprised
when I produced a pair of handcuffs and used them to cuff her hands behind her
back. I led her to the basement and cuffed her temporarily to a metal storage
rack for another twenty minutes at which time she would be placed in my van and
transported. While she immediately demanded to know what was coming off my
assumption that she would not resist proved correct. I’m certain she suspected
it was because of the thefts so I officially informed her that such was the
case and would be taken to my residence “to resolve the matter” as I phrased
it. I told her not to say another word until we arrived there or she would be
gagged. This edict was wisely heeded.
Promptly at 2:00 I drove my
van up to the rear door of the bar and after cuffing Patti’s hands behind her
once again I led her up the stairs and into the van. The drug induced stupor
made this somewhat difficult but she offered no resistance and I placed her in
the rear of the van. I took the cuff off her left hand and attached it to a
hook on the van wall, her left hand remained free. Even if she were to struggle
she was not close enough to the door to be able to open it.
I’ve always fantasized about
transporting abducted and restrained subs in a van but only did so on two
occasions both of which were nerve racking. Being stopped by the police is the
single greatest hazard and strict adherence to all traffic laws is imperative
so as to not give an officer cause to stop you. With traffic light at that hour
I reached my Camillus home in about twenty minutes, pulled the van into the
garage and closed the door.
Patti was fitted with my
leather hood complete with a blindfold and penis gag. Removing the one cuff
from her I escorted her uncuffed to the basement
which is no easy task when blindfolded and in a drug induced stupor. I felt it
was an excellent way of introducing her to my dungeon where she would soon come
to regret the error of her embezzlement scheme.
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