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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 35 By Long Tall Mary
No sooner had we relocated
Patti to the guest bedroom and reattached her to the foot of the bed than did
my cell phone ring. Caller ID showed it was coming from the residence of my ex
sister-in-law Johanna in Cicero and upon answering I found her in a distraught
state.
Her eighteen year old
daughter Lori had called and threatened to do harm to her mother if her demand
for $5000.00 were refused. Lori was an inveterate drug and alcohol abuser who
had left home shortly after turning eighteen and was living with a worthless
male scum who shared her drug and alcohol propensities. In my opinion Lori was
quite capable of carrying out her threat.
Seldom do circumstances cause
me to leave my home when one, let alone two, guests are confined but the nature
of my relationship with Johanna was such that I felt obligated to make great
sacrifices in order to assist her. While some women would have contacted the
police for assistance it was not a viable option in this case due to certain
contraband likely to be found upon the premises.
In this case the sacrifice
was considerable. With two guests confined in my dungeon and my presence
required at my bar by 1:00PM it was necessary to entrust the safekeeping of
these two to Lorraine who agreed without hesitation.
Paul would remain in the
holding cell until I returned as would Patti in the guest bedroom. A call to
Troy found him willing to accompany me to Johanna’s residence, even a
dominatrix of my superior competence sometimes requires assistance especially
if Lori were accompanied by her boy friend.
After picking up Troy at his
residence we reached Johanna’s within forty minutes and found Lori’s car parked
in the drive. Troy was instructed to remain outside for the time being and I
entered through the side door without knocking. Lori was seated at the kitchen
table attired in denim shorts and a tight fitting T-shirt. She was a blue eyed
blond on the petite side at about 5'4, 115 pounds with an unexceptional figure.
Lori’s gaze indicated she was
high and not smelling any alcohol I
assumed it was meth as this was reportedly her favorite drug. Johanna’s
expression indicated relief that I had arrived but Lori’s was one of
apprehension. While she had never seen the inside of my dungeon Lori was well
aware that I was a sadistic dominatrix and a couple of years ago I punished her
severely for fighting with her mother. This consisted of her being bound to a
table and administering several strokes with a cane to her bare buttocks. I
still recall her futile struggling as she was being bound. Since that time
there had been no recurrence of her assaultive behavior towards her mother.
Johanna explained that the
five thousand dollars demanded by her daughter was for legal expenses incurred
from a recent drug arrest. As Lori was facing certain jail time she opted for
retained counsel despite her eligibility for a public defender.
Johanna had bailed her out of
previous legal predicaments but had vowed never to do so again. Lori seethed
with rage as her mother explained this and I’m certain that only my presence
was preventing a violent confrontation between the two.
Under the circumstances I saw
no choice than to transport Lori to my home dungeon and administer the
appropriate discipline. She would be released when I felt she would not pose a
threat to her mother. Transporting captives in my van is something I seldom due
because of the risks involved but fortunately in the rear of my van was a new
steel cage that I had recently purchased and had yet to be unloaded. Lori would
be its first occupant and of course I would be driving in a most law abiding
manner.
Without warning I produced a
pair of handcuffs and quickly cuffed her hands behind her. She immediately
began struggling but I grabbed her by the hair with one hand and with the other
grabbing her arm I had no difficulty forcing her into the living room and face
down on the couch. Sitting upon her legs I attached a second pair of cuffs to her ankles and she was
secured.
Her threats to do me harm
caused me no great concern other than to be irritating. I sent Johanna to tell
Troy to come inside with my bag and from it I retrieved a head harness with an
attached rubber ball gag which was quickly fastened in place. “Little doggies
must be muzzled” I chuckled before directing Todd to back the van up to the
garage door so that the prisoner could be discretely loaded into the van.
Due to her inability to walk
Troy and I each grabbed an arm and she was led to the garage then locked in the
cage in the rear of the van. The cage was quite secure and even without her
restraints Lori would have been unable to escape. My clients’ always look
sexier in restraints and in this case I thought that the harness gag attachment
looked especially good.
Troy drove as we headed for
Camillus, Lori was working on trying to remove the ball gag without the use of
her hands. I had taken the precaution of using a second pair of handcuffs to
attach the first pair to the rear of the cage. Many of these bitches are agile
enough to be able to use their hands to do mischief while they are cuffed
behind them. The harness and gag are quite secure and facial contortions are
insufficient to remove either.
As we drove my mind drifted
to the present state of dominatrix bondage in Syracuse indeed it was almost
non-existent at least in the organized business sense. A loosely structured gay
bdsm business was operating but a heterosexual male submissive seeking a
dominatrix was likely to travel to Rochester or Albany for service.
Recently some figures in the
bdsm community had been urging me to reenter the business as my expertise in
dominatrix management was well established. I seriously considered the
possibility but decided against it because of the formidable financial,
logistical and legal hurdles.
It would have required the purchase of a venue
preferably in a rural area, I wasn’t about to allow my current home to be used
for such a large scale operation. City property while less expensive poses
significant risks to both staff and customer. Once a customer has had his car
stolen or broken into he is unlikely to return. Dominatrix are not immune from
crime either, more than one has been victimized by a junkie desperate for
money.
The availability of competent
and trustworthy staff, or rather the lack of it, also weighed into my decision.
In the past my chief problems had been with dominatrix’ booking clients for
private sessions at a different venue thus depriving their employer of income,
and with dominatrixs’ selling drugs to the submissive clientile. I had no
reason to believe that I could easily recruit the type of employee that met my
requirements.
Indeed the demise of my
suburban bordello several years ago had been precipitated by employee drug
sales. I had escaped with a fine but it cost a large sum for legal services,
any future conviction would most certainly result in the loss of my liquor
license.
Another legal hazard was
being sued by a disgruntled client. A Boston area dominatrix whom with I
correspond recently had to pay $10,000.00 of her own money to settle a claim
arising from a submissive who allegedly went into a psychosis following a
dungeon session. These types of claims are not covered by homeowners insurance
and even the best asset protection measures still leave the dominatrix with
significant exposure.
My thoughts shifted back to
the here and now as we approached my residence. Troy drove the van into the
garage and the door was closed leaving Lori uncomfortably caged in the rear
while preparations were made for her in the dungeon. Much to my surprise Tom
was still locked in the holding cell but was no longer naked, he was wearing a
pull over sweater with fake bra underneath, a black vinyl mini, heels and
sporting a whorish looking gray wig.
Lorraine explained that she
had brought the clothes along with her and handed them to Tom through the cell
door. She was able to persuade him that by dressing voluntarily it would expedite
his release which was agreeable to me although I regretted not having the
opportunity to offer him post trauma counseling. Lorraine led the unresisting
sub on a collar and leash to her blazer and departed with him leaving me with
just two female guests to entertain.
Patti was secured to the foot
of the bed in the guest bedroom and I transferred her back to the basement
dungeon where she was attached once again to the overhead with leather wrist cuffs. The dildos chained
in place in each hole were left in place and two strips of black duct tape were
used to provide her with a gag somewhat more comfortable than the plug used
previously.
Troy and I then went to the
garage and removed Lori from the cramped cage which seemed to have sapped her
will to resist. The ankle cuffs were removed and she was walked to the basement
where she caught her first glimpse of the naked Patti. Neither were acquainted
with each other but they soon would and most intimately so.
For expedience I simply cut
away Lori’s clothing and removed her shoes before she was attached to the
overhead in the same manner as Patti and facing her from about six feet away.
Her ball gag was removed and replaced with two strips of black duct tape
identical to Patti’s. Lori had little time to protest verbally between gag
changes but it was evident from her
hostile glare that she would require intensive disciplinary techniques the
specifics of which I was still mulling.
In the local BDSM community I
am notorious for my use of techniques that are both novel and exceptionally
cruel. My mind never ceases to be imaginative in this respect. One technique I
have used in the past is to simulate a phone conversation with an imaginary
slave trader and discuss the possibility of selling the sub into slavery. This
has never failed to terrify the sub although I have never seriously considered
implementing the threat.
With Patti and Lori I decided
to carry the technique to another level, someone impersonating a slave trader
would appear personally at the dungeon and what better person than a real live
Arab. Khalid is a 24 year old student at the local university medical center
and a native of Saudi Arabia whom I first met at a monthly meeting of the
bondage support group. He sought my assistance in meeting some local female
subs.
When I first learned that
Khalid was into domination I was somewhat uneasy and made some discrete
inquiries concerning him. I was assured he was a member of some royal Saudi
Arabian family and not a suspected terrorist least my phone number end up on
some watch list. Khalid was thrilled when I called him and asked if he would
like to visit my dungeon and play the role of a slave trader. As a reward he
would be allowed to take some liberties with my two guests and of course he
readily accepted.
The next step in the ruse was
to inform Lori and Patti that a slave trader would be visiting shortly and
evaluating their suitability for purchase as slaves. Oh you should have seen
the petrified stares! Next they were shown one of my porn films entitled
“Introduction to Slavery” which begins with the abduction of a beauty queen,her
overseas voyage in the cargo hold of a ship and her becoming the newest member
of some sheik’s harem. Since they were not facing the large wall screen I
repositioned the overhead bars to which they were attached and stood close by
with a whip in hand to assure their attentiveness.
Khalid arrived sooner than
expected and looked every bit like the Islamic terrorist whose picture you see
on the cover of Time magazine. With a beard, turban and flowing white robe he
was the real McCoy. After briefing him upstairs on the specifics he was shown
to the dungeon where Lori and Patti caught their first glimpse of him, the
first sounds he uttered were some type of Arabic chant as he knelt on the
floor, presumably in the direction of Mecca, and pretended to be in prayer.Troy
and I had to stand behind our two captives so that they could not see us
straining to avoid laughter. It was absolutely hilarious!
I knew it would be an
enjoyable day.
END PART 35
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