Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 45

By Long Tall Mary

After arriving at my bar I found Patti in a rather irascible mood. She had been expecting Kristen would be working tonight and I’m not known for lending a hand to my waitresses. My primary focus is to mingle informally with the customers and to concentrate on the p.r. aspect of the bar operation. Patti was aware that I had transported Kristen somewhere in restraints but had not been informed of the details, and of course she knew better than to ask.

In the privacy of my office I accessed the web cam in the guest bedroom and allowed Patti to view it. The camera panned in on Kristen nude, chained to and sitting on the bed dejectedly. It brought an instant smile to Patti’s face and I was confident that it would make work a little more enjoyable for her.

I had fully expected Ms. Jones to make a nuisance of herself and was prepared to confine her in the dank basement if necessary. But for the second time that day I was in for a surprise from the pudgy, Victorian like spinster. Evidently Ms. Jones is not an experienced drinker but I finally persuaded her to accept a glass of our most expensive wine. Within minutes she was in a tipsy state and my initial fear is that she would make a fool of herself or embarrass me in some way.

Today was the day for surprises! The first was my success at bringing her to orgasm earlier and the second occurred when one of my bar customers started hitting on her. I knew him to be a professor at the local medical school, in his late fifties, and not known for hitting on women. But the vagaries of sexual chemistry prevailed and these two were engaged in some very personal conversation.

The attempt to induce Ms. Jones to the prof’s house for the evening was unsuccessful, I wouldn’t have allowed it under any circumstances, but the two exchanged phone numbers and the night ended on an amiable note. It is amazing how a dominatrix can change a persons life in one day.

By 11:00 I decided to leave, Patti and another part time employee would be able to handle the crowd. During the drive back to Camillus I had to listen to Ms. Jones incessant babble over her planned tryst with the professor but at least she didn’t indicate any desire for lesbian sex.

Upon arriving home I found things well under control as Bernadette continued to impress me with her professional efficiency. Upon approaching the cell Bernadette commanded “on your feet” to the six cadets and they quickly rose to a position of rigid attention, their restraints notwithstanding. Then came the command “kneel” and each dropped to their knees, as they were still gagged they couldn’t be required to sound off. I commended Bernadette for her excellent work during my absence.

It had been my hope that Bernadette would stay overnight and that she would sleep in my bed with me but once again she indicated another commitment for the evening. She agreed to stay long enough to participate in a pain session for Kristen and then she would return Sunday morning around 9:30. The six cadets, with the exception of Cadet Rhonda, hadn’t been exposed to any flagellation or other significant pain yet. This needed to be accomplished before they were returned to the academy and I simply couldn’t do it alone.

Kristen was still chained to the bed in one of my two guest bedrooms. Ms. Jones was told for security reasons she would have to be locked in her guest room for the night as I didn’t want her to be aware of Kristen’s presence. Even with the door to the basement locked she would have access to my computer area. As a further precaution she was not allowed to have her cell phone in the bedroom. The session would be conducted in the dungeon where I have a sliding partition that prevents the holding cell occupants from seeing what is happening in one part of the dungeon.

Nude but for her collar Kristen was led on a leash to the basement and attached with leather cuffs and an ankle spreader bar to the overhead. It was explained to her that she would be subjected to pain and oral recitation before being returned to the bedroom for the night. In the morning I would make a decision as to whether or not to release her.

Kristen’s recital phrase was “Thank you Mistress for making me see the error of my ways” and it was to be recited with adequate vocal intensity between each lash. I personally would administer the flogging and being that Kristen was on a compressed schedule it would be more intense than it might otherwise.

For the next ten minutes I proceeded to lash my disobedient waitress about the breasts, buttocks, back, stomach and crotch, in other words a complete body workout. Every sub has their breaking point and I took Kristen to just short of that point before stopping the lashes. Her performance on the oral recitation was excellent, she was a fast learner. It must have been terrifying to the cadets in the cell to be able to hear the torture but not see or even know her identity.

Kristen, her body replete with red welts, was returned to the guest bedroom and I secured her for the night as she had been previously with a six foot chain connecting her collar to the bed post. Bernadette then departed and I took one of my downers to help me sleep.

Before retiring I made one last visit to the cadets in the dungeon. They were still wearing their waist belt and wrist restraints, the tape over their mouths still in place. Ordinarily I separate my overnight guests so that they have no opportunity to communicate with one another but this was an extraordinary case in that I had a total of eight guests.

Realistically I had no choice other than to leave the cadets together in the holding cell. They had spent several hours the previous night standing and tethered to the overhead so tonight they would be allowed the relative comfort of moving about in the crowded cell. Their restraints and gags were left in place. I use a special order type of duct tape that in addition to not being reusable has the desirable quality of allowing greater breathing permeability. The speech suppressant quality is comparable to off the shelf duct tape.

The cadets appeared rather dismayed when I informed them how they would be spending the night and I reemphasized the consequences of the tape being removed. To leave the cadets unrestrained and not gagged for the night would be to have permitted them a degree of comfort that I rarely grant my submissives.

By 8:00AM I was up and dressed. With Bernadette not due until 9:30 I took the opportunity to prepare breakfast for Ms. Jones and for the cadets. For the cadets the meal required no preparation, it was a can of liquid protein mix. I removed their tape gags to enable them to ingest it but their wrists were still cuffed to their sides. For a little extra humiliation I made each of them kneel on the floor of the cell and they were required to use a straw for ingestion. I made it known they were to empty the can and stood watching them, flogger in hand, to assure compliance.

The straw sucking sounds of six cadets simultaneously was indeed an amusing change of pace as normally subs are permitted to drink without a straw or made to drink from a bowl. After finishing their liquid meal they were told that later in the morning that each would be subjected to severe corporal punishment and depending upon their attitude they might be returned to the academy later in the afternoon. This evoked looks of consternation but quite wisely, no vocal protests.

Indeed this was my plan as it would allow me a Sunday evening with no guests. Ms. Jones was allowed to remain in the basement with the cadets, their restraints were left on but I did not replace the gags, and they were allowed to speak but only in response to the headmistress. It was made clear to her that there was to be no casual chat between the cadets.

Next I turned my attention to Kristen. As I entered the bedroom she abruptly assumed a kneeling position on the bed and enunciated her recital phrase “Thank you Mistress for making me see the error of my ways” in the proper manner. I commented on how good she looked covered with red welts and assured her she would experience pain for days to come.

On the positive side I informed her that she would be released within the hour and would be allowed to continue her employment with no reduction in benefits. I also informed her that I had fully intended to subject her to painful anal strap on training but as the quality of her oral sex the previous day had been so outstanding that I had relented and no further punishment would be inflicted.

Kristen’s confinement was atypical in that ordinarily the offender would be given the choice of resigning or submitting voluntarily to discipline.

In this case I acted quite hastily so it clearly was an involuntary confinement. I was quite confident that my generous benefit package would dissuade Kristen from going to the police but just to be on the safe side I emphasized that should that happen several witnesses, including Patti, would testify that she was a willing participant. I further hinted that it wouldn’t be that difficult to arrange the sale of a female into slavery.

Overall I was satisfied that adequate punishment had been inflicted so I called Patti to come pick up Kristen as her car had been left in the bar parking area. Since I had shredded Kristen’s clothes she was given a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt as temporary clothing. I’m quite frugal in this respect and usually wait for Kmart clearance sales before buying such clothes. No underwear is provided.

It would be about thirty minutes before Patti arrived so I occupied myself with some computer work leaving Kristen locked in the guest room and the rest of the group in the basement periodically monitoring them with the CCTV. Ms. Jones was giving her cadets a little pep talk and assuring them upon their return to the academy, for the remainder of the weekend, would consist of speaking with two counselors with no further punishment planned.

I was a bit perturbed by the attitude of the Headmistress and felt that the wenches needed, at the minimum, some type of confinement or restraint for the entire weekend. Realistically Ms. Jones or none of her assistants had the ability or equipment to implement this. I would just have to wait and see if my services would be sought in the future. Despite the limitations on punishment and the relatively low compensation I was coming to enjoy disciplining the captive cuties.

Patti arrived and waited in the living room as I escorted Kristen from the bedroom by the arm. I had prepared a recital for her and she knew full well the consequences if I were not satisfied with her performance. Upon entering the living room she dropped to her knees in front of Patti and began her recital, declaring that she regretted her imprudent behavior, and imploring forgiveness.

Kristen’s performance didn’t qualify for an Academy Award but it was acceptable. Patti assured her that she harbored no animosity and they left together. Consistent with my benevolence as an employer Kristen, who had been scheduled to work later in the evening, was allowed to take a sick day with pay.

Bernadette arrived as scheduled at 9:30 and we proceeded to the dungeon. The cadets would be required to strip nude and would be attached to the overhead for flogging. Each would step out of the cell in the nude and place their arms stretched out in front of them, leather wrist cuffs would then be attached. This would be done one at a time and upon returning to the cell after the flogging they would be allowed to redress. My plan was to inflict moderate punishment, on a scale of one to ten it would be a six, Kristen’s by comparison had been a nine.

Bernadette had arrived wearing a long black leather coat which concealed a panty hose outfit coupled with a black bikini. Personally I’m not fond of a dominatrix clad in panty hose but in fairness I had yet to make this known to her.

Cadet Rhonda was chosen to be the first disciplined and I ordered her to strip. Incredibly she responded by saying “Mistress I think we’ve suffered enough, have you no respect for our dignity”. This was the second time she had questioned me in front of the group in two days and my response was to issue the command “Mistress strip the bitch” to Bernadette.

Without hesitation Bernadette grabbed the bitch by the hair and yanked her out of the cell. Rhonda had no opportunity to comply voluntarily and in an instant she was stripped and hanging from the overhead in wrist cuffs. “Listen bitch one more word out of you and you’ll spend the rest of the weekend in the cage” barked Bernadette as she viciously twisted both of the bitch’s nipples provoking a loud shriek of pain.

The flagellation routine for the cadets did not require any oral recitation with the only requirement being that they keep their legs spread wide at all times. I routinely use ankle spreaders on my submissives to prevent kicking but the current arrangement was as an obedience test. Failure to spread wide enough would simply result in increased pain.

Bernadette proceeded with the flogging of Rhonda, who seemed to be having difficulty keeping her legs spread enough. As I sensed she was approaching her breaking part and cognizant that Bernadette was relatively inexperienced in this respect I found it necessary to motion for her to cease the flogging sooner that she otherwise would have.

Rhonda again found herself being pulled by the hair and pushed quite forcefully back into the cell. Bernadette and I alternated the flogging of the remaining five cadets, it was rather boring as they all stripped voluntarily and demonstrated their obedience by spreading in the proper manner. None the less seeing them cringe in pain from the lashes was as always gratifying, my intrinsic need to inflict pain is perpetual and insatiable.

Equally gratifying was the truculent demeanor exhibited by Bernadette. Unquestionably she had the right stuff to succeed as a dominatrix and with continued mentoring from myself, her full potential would be realized. But I still had to fight the urge to bed her down with me for sex, she had already indicated a distaste for it and undue affection for another female can only have adverse consequences for someone of my temperament.

By noon the cadets, along with their Headmistress, were transported in my van to the Carousel Center lot where we met a van driven from the Ithaca area academy by one of the counselors there. I drove with Bernadette riding shotgun in the front, the cadets and their Headmistress were fully dressed and unrestrained in the rear. The trip was uneventful and the transfer went smoothly.

Bernadette and I decided to do a little shopping at the Carousel but first we stopped at the food court for lunch. Munching on a Big Mac I mulled my future as Assistant Headmistress for Discipline at the academy pessimistically but I knew that a new challenge would soon present itself.

END :PART 45