Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 40 by Long Tall Mary

In the course of my lengthy dominatrix career I have evaluated numerous aspiring dominatrix’ and the majority do not meet my rigid standards. Bernadette was an exception, not only because of her physical prowess, but also she was not your typical intellectual bantam weight. She was a pre med student at the local university and I first met her at the monthly bondage support group meeting that I have hosted for several years.

If my impression is sufficiently favorable I will grant the dominatrix wannabe an audition but in a submissive capacity. Experience has shown that latent submissives make poor dominatrix and it is best to weed them out early. If the prospect receives a favorable evaluation she will be allowed to audition upon a submissive.

Bernadette appeared at my home as directed and the session began with her stripping naked and some intimate embracing on the living room couch with me being the aggressor. She clearly had lesbian if not bi-sexual tendencies and my sense was that she was reluctantly submitting to my kissing and fingering, much to her credit of course.

She was taken to the basement for a pain evaluation and after securing her to the overhead with leather cuffs she received the basic flogger workout leaving the customary welts about her boobs and ass. My sense again was that she was an unwilling submissive and I felt a lengthy session was unnecessary. However no female, submissive or dominate, escapes a strap on intrusion in my dungeon and Bernadette was subjected to a brutally painful one, which of course is my norm.

I have to confess that I felt a degree of non bondage sexual attraction to Bernadette, something which is quite dangerous. My temperament is best suited to the infliction of pain and humiliation in sadistically bizarre ways. Any affection I might develop for a dominatrix could inhibit me from disciplining her in the future and experience has shown that the majority of my associates’ ultimately require some discipline.

Ordinarily when a dominatrix wannabe auditions I keep her in a rigid hog tie for at least thirty minutes before commencing with the strap on and flagellation portions. With Bernadette I dispensed with the hogtie, she spent about twenty minutes cuffed to the overhead from which position she was straponed and whipped with a flogger. I must be mellowing as I age!

With no submissive immediately available for Bernadette to audition upon so I decided she would accompany me to the boarding school without further training and serve as my assistant. She was most eager to do so. Since she had not had the opportunity to purchase customized dominatrix attire I allowed her to dress in a black vinyl mini with knee high boots and a tight white sweater while I wore my customary two piece leather outfit.

At the boarding school, which I will refer to as “the academy” it was the practice to allow all the students weekend liberty. A specially chartered bus transported them on Friday afternoon from the academy grounds to the nearby town of Dryden where they were picked up by their relatives. On Sunday evening at 8:00 the bus again picked them up in Dryden and transported them back to the academy. The students could only be picked up by an approved relative and this was strictly enforced, no relatives were permitted at or upon the academy grounds.

It was agreed upon that Bernadette and myself would arrive at the academy at 1:00PM on Friday at which time I would address the students in a formation and acquaint them with my philosophy. After that a surprise inspection would be conducted and anyone found in possession of contraband such as contraceptives or cell phones would be denied weekend liberty, confined at the academy and appropriately disciplined by Bernadette and myself.

The twenty students fell out and assembled in a formation outside the administration building. All were dressed in the drab, loose fitting, sexless academy uniform consisting of a gray ankle length skirt, medium blue pullover sweater, white blouse , a red tie, white bobby socks and institutional black shoes. I proceeded to introduce myself and acquaint them with the new disciplinary regimen.

In situations like this I usually attempt to find someone to make an example of and in this case I noticed a plump blonde making smiling faces as I spoke. She was ordered to fall out and without being ordered stood before me at a position of rigid attention, at least the wenches received some etiquette training.

She identified herself as Cadet Anne Belcher and when I demanded to know what she thought was so humorous her stammering reply was “nothing, maam”. For punishment I ordered her to kneel on the ground in front of the formation with her hands locked behind her head and enunciate loudly “I’m sorry Mistress, my laughing was a severe indiscretion”. She was made to repeat this for approximately five minutes with Bernadette standing directly behind her and ready to cope with any act of defiance by Cadet Belcher.

Satisfied that the wench had been sufficiently humiliated I allowed her to return to the formation which soon ended with my announcement of a surprise inspection. All the students were marched into the communal living area and made to stand next to their bed. I proceeded to inspect the contents of their foot locker, their bed , clothing hung on the wall rack, and their handbags.

Six of the wenches, I find it difficult to refer to them as students, were in possession of contraband which included a cellphone, contraceptives and cigarettes. These six were confined to the academy for the weekend and their relatives were notified by phone not to expect them.

The initial plan had been to conduct the disciplinary session at the academy which was much to my disliking due to the lack of a secure confinement area. As luck would have it a widespread electrical power outage occurred in the area and power was expected to be out for at least twenty four hours. Lacking an emergency generator I was able to convince Ms. Jones that it would be best to transport the six to my Camillus home in my van and conduct the session there. Ms. Jones would be allowed to stay in my overnight guest bedroom.

Her reluctance stemmed from legal liability reasons but I assured her that the waivers executed by the students and a parent specifically permitted this type of activity. Of course I did not go into detail as to the specifics of the punishments I had planned.

I had brought along four “overnighter” leather restraint belts with one leather wrist cuff on each side thus I was able to restrain four of the wenches in this manner. For the other two I used a length of chain which I padlocked around their waist and their wrists were secured to their sides with plastic cuffs. Each had a strip of black duct tape sealed over their lips, with this many captives the inability to speak tends to discourage any rebellion.

To keep the wenches together I employed a novel technique. They were made to stand one behind and facing the other and a plastic cuff was used to connect the rear of the waist belt of the first to the front of the second, all the way back to the sixth one. Restrained in this manner they could only walk in unison at a shuffle pace.

Bernadette and I were able to load them into the rear of the van where they were made to kneel on the floor, one behind the other. It was a most uncomfortable position for the nearly seventy mile drive and I sat in the love seat adjacent to the captive wenches after prominently displaying my Raptor stun gun and delivering one very mild shock to one of the wenches necks, I felt this a prudent measure along with their duct taped mouths to discourage any resistance. Bernadette drove and Ms. Jones sat next to her in the front.

Upon arriving at my home the van was pulled into the garage and the wenches were unloaded. Bernadette and I delicately guided the bundled wenches to the basement where they were treated to the sight of a real dungeon which can not help but to induce a feeling of dread in the uninitiated.

Every so often my imagination devises a novel form of humiliation or torture that I find irresistible. In this case the pop dance song “Locomotion” by Little Eva came to mind. I played it over my sound system and the wenches were ordered to do the train shuffle and hop around the basement for two whole plays of the record.

It was absolutely hilarious watching the wenches struggle to maintain their balance as I walked along side of them with my Raptor in hand ready to deliver shocks if they failed to perform properly. Twice the whole group tumbled to the ground and were quickly dragged to their feet again by Bernadette and myself. We simply couldn’t hide our laughter and even Ms. Jones appeared to find it humorous.

With the dance session complete I informed the wenches that the restraints would be taken off each of them, one at a time, and they were to strip to their bra and panties. Ms. Jones promptly voiced her objection saying this simply wasn’t permissible. It was most embarrassing to be contradicted in front of the group and my tolerance for this spinster bitch had reached its limit. I requested she accompany me upstairs so that we discuss the matter privately leaving Bernadette to guard the still cuffed and gagged wenches.

Once upstairs I grabbed the bitch by pinning one arm behind her back and dragging her into the guest bedroom. Clearly bewildered she did not resist and in short order she was kneeling on the floor in the corner of the room, her hands cuffed behind her to a vertical pipe, and her feet likewise cuffed with a set of leg irons. A face harness with an attached penis gag was quickly applied.

Standing back to admire my artwork I decided that the appearance of the bitch would be improved if her face was covered and a latex semi deprivation hood was pulled down over her head. This type of hood has no openings for the nostrils or eyes but reduces sight by about seventy five per cent and does not restrict breathing. I find it preferable to the total enclosure leather hoods which have occasionally precipitated panic attacks.

Just then my cell phone rang and it was Kristen calling from the bar with what I considered a trivial matter. Lately she has been feuding with Pattie, my manager, and I had been considering a disciplinary session for Kristen. I brusquely informed her not to call for such trivial matters and that I would deal with the matter later.

Ms. Jones was left fully clothed in her red business suit but I couldn’t resist groping her snatch through her panties and cooing that she would soon learn the joy of having bondage sex with another female. Until then she would remain unable to move from her uncomfortable kneeling position, gagged and blindfolded while I dealt with the wenches in the basement. At age 58 she would be the oldest female I have ever bondaged.

END PART 40