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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY
Part 37 By Long Tall Mary
It was shortly before 1:00PM
when I arrived at my bar and found about ten customers mostly women from
downtown businesses on a late lunch break. At 2:00 I was expecting to host a
birthday party for an employee of a downtown business with about twenty customers,
both male and female, expected to attend.
Kristen, my acting manager,
was clearly in an irascible mood and I would have suspected menstrual reasons
had I not noticed the presence of one of her ex boy friends at the bar. A tall,
leggy twenty four year old blond, Kristen has had her share of boy friends but
this one seemed like a mismatch, a slovenly appearing bald guy about forty
years old named Nicholas and clearly inebriated.
The mere presence of the ass
hole was enough to upset Kristen but she informed me that for the past half
hour Nicholas had been making crude remarks and some overt passes at several of
the female customers and at least three had left as a result. As Kristen knew I
would be arriving soon she opted to wait for my arrival before attempting to
eject him from the bar.
Few patrons have to be
ejected from my bar but when the need arises I act quite forcefully. In this
case I approached Nicholas and without warning handcuffed his wrists to the
rail in front of the bar stool he was sitting at. His trousers and undershorts
were pulled down leaving his lower extremity naked. I loudly called out to the
customers who were present that each could have a turn giving Nicholas a hand
job.
The ladies stared in
astonishment but most laughed and none left,
no one took up my offer. My regular customers are aware of my reputation
for kinky flamboyance and are tolerant. Nicholas was speechless and I told him
that if he did not leave immediately after I removed the handcuffs I would
summon some of my gay friends to use him sexually. After removing them he
offered no resistance and still speechless staggered out of the bar after
pulling up his pants. I then ordered a free round of drinks for all the
customers for having to be subjected to Nicholas’ abuse.
Kristen’s mood improved
considerably after my intervention. As the lunchtime customers departed there
was a lull before the arrival of the birthday party customers and I intended to
use this period to do some Internet research. Much to my astonishment I found
that I was already logged on to AOL! That meant only one thing, that somebody
was using my home computer, that somebody was most likely Troy as his AOL
account was recently terminated and he has been mooching off other users’
since. It also meant that I was unable to use my webcam.
When I checked my “Buddy
locator” for my screen name it showed it was in chat room “MaleISOfsub”
confirming my worst fear. I had earlier been told by a reliable source that
Troy had been using AOL to arrange bondage trysts with younger females. Any one
with a modicum of BDSM consciousness is aware that AOL chat rooms are saturated
with undercover police officers and that such a tryst is a sure ticket to
prison. Having my AOL account terminated was minor compared to the possibility
of being falsely incriminated in such a scheme.
The unauthorized computer use
was clearly my fault for leaving the password stored which is gross dereliction
on my part due to the sensitive material stored on it. My anger was so intense
that I was tempted to return home immediately and do violence to Troy but
decided my presence at the bar was more important , he would be dealt with
forcefully in about three hours. Within twenty minutes I was able to log on
from the bar computer and the webcam revealed Troy lounging in my living room
and viewing a porno flick. The two dungeon guests appeared to be tolerating
their captivity as well as could be expected.
As the party customers were
beginning to arrive I turned my attention to greeting them and assuring that
the party got off to a smooth start. It turned out to be a most enjoyable event
and by 4:00 I felt that my presence was no longer needed. Leaving the bar
operation to Kristen I headed for my home after first calling Lorraine and
asking if I could meet her at her home. She was scheduled to arrive about 6:00
to take over from Troy, this would permit me to return to the bar until closing
time.
What I needed from Lorraine
was to borrow her Raptor stun gun and use it to incapacitate Troy. While I have
my own Taser device I have never used it and having seen Lorraine recently use
the Raptor on Sara, felt more comfortable with that device. Lorraine readily permitted
me to borrow it after giving me brief instruction as to its use. She was quite
surprised when I informed her of my plans for Troy and offered to accompany me
immediately for assisttance if I wished but I declined her offer.
Upon arriving home I found
Troy still lounging comfortably and viewing yet another porno flick. He was
attired in jeans and a sleeveless t shirt which made the task of shocking him
in the abdominal area that much easier. When he got up to greet me I moved with
my customary speed and precision to pull up his shirt with one hand and deliver
the Raptor charge with the other. He instantly slumped to the floor in a state
of semi consciousness muttering something like “what the fuck”.
I had no difficulty cuffing
his hands behind him with steel cuffs and a second pair were attached to his
ankles. An industrial grade cable tie connected his wrists to his ankles and he
was uncomfortably in a rigid hog tie from which escape was impossible.
Troy was soon to learn that I
had outsourced his training, having made arrangements to have him transported
to a dungeon where he would be subjected to forced gay sex among other
tortures. These arrangements were made with Joe, the leather store owner, whom
had provided such services in the past. In this case I would not even be aware
of the dungeon location but was assured I would be able to view some of the
action via webcam.
You might think that such
punishment for Troy is excessively cruel. To the contrary I demand unwavering
allegiance from my guest doms and Troy’s unauthorized use of my computer was
clearly a material breach of trust. Troy is a homophobe and has never been shy
about asserting this. It is well known that I harbor a contempt which borders
on pathological for this mind set and forced gay bondage is a most effective
curative therapy.
Leaving Troy to writhe in
pain on the living room floor I went to the basement to comfort my two guests.
A call had been put in for Troy’s transporters and their estimated time of
arrival was thirty minutes. Patti upon my approach to her cell immediately
assumed a kneeling position and recited “Thank you mistress for making a
worthless slut see the error of her ways” as she had been instructed earlier. I
complimented her on her obedience and assured her that continued progress would
hasten her release.
Moving on to the cage in
which Lori was locked I was greeted by a hostile glare and no oral response,
Lori had received the same instructions as Patti. I found her defiance
disturbing but not all that surprising and resolved that she would spend the
night in a standing position as opposed to the relative comfort of sitting in
the cage.
Returning upstairs I found
that Troy had largely recovered from the initial shock. Before informing him
that he had been outsourced I strapped a penis gag into place rather than
listening to his pathetic pleas for mercy. He was then informed of his fate and
once again I witnessed the inevitable look of anguish when a male learns that
his homosexual virginity is about to end unwillingly. It is a look that gives
me immense gratification and I only wish I were able to force it upon many more
males. For further torment I teased his cock by hand bringing him to the verge
of climax before stopping.
A pickup truck pulled into
the driveway and the two transporter thugs exited and came to my door. Both
were burly looking and about thirty, I had seen neither before. As agreed the
two donned ski masks before confronting Troy. I thought it a little odd they
would use a pick up truck as vans are the preferred transport vehicle in this
type of situation. “We’ll make room” one of the thugs wryly remarked.
As Troy saw the masked
transporters approaching he violently thrashed about in his restraints
seemingly oblivious to the futility of his efforts. The transporters removed
four rolls of duct tape from a paper bag and my steel handcuffs were removed
and replaced with duct tape wrapped around his ankles, knees, wrists and
elbows. My ball gag was removed and duct tape was wrapped around his entire
face except for a small nostril opening. The combined strength of the
transporters easily prevented any resistance by Troy.
The transporters had little
to say during the whole encounter and with the taping completed Troy was half
dragged and half walked out to the pickup truck where I expected he would be
placed in the passenger compartment. Much to my pleasant astonishment he was stuffed
into the tool box situated in the bed of the pick up. After locking the lid his
captors climbed into the front and drove off. In all my years in the business I
have never seen anyone transported in that manner. I just may trade in my van
for a pick up.
END PART 37
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