Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 49

By Long Tall Mary

Author’s note: for those who read Part#48, para#7,”due to a quirk in my WPS I can not type “su-rr-ep-tious-ly”   without hyphenating, it auto types “scrumptiously”

In recent weeks my dominatrix business has been enjoying a significant upswing in activity, after several months of recession. Probably the most important change has been the absence of harassment by government agencies. I have learned from a reliable source that the State Liquor Authority official who is suspected of instigating the harassment, has retired and evidently his successor has no interest in pursuing the vendetta.

My West Fayette Street bar continues to prosper and I have added a third full time waitress. In addition I devote one night a week to live jazz music, hoping to expand the customer base. Patti and Kristen have reconciled their differences and both have been performing at an acceptable level. The newest waitress, Colleen, has a tendency to be air headedly disobedient and eventually will require a disciplinary session.

My attempts to reconcile with Bernadette were unsuccessful , and she was expelled from the local university for cheating on one of her exams in a pre med course she was taking. While she had seduced one professor into giving her favorable grades, her attempts to do so with another professor had been unsuccessful, so she took the risk of cheating, and got caught. Bernadette is from an affluent Long Island family and I have no doubt you won‘t find her stocking shelves at Wal Mart, however her future as a medical doctor appears precluded.

The departure of Bernadette once again left me without any reliable staff. In desperation I turned to Jeff, the gay British graduate student who had assisted in the training of Kevin. Jeff agreed to serve as a monitor for subs confined in my dungeon during my absence. He would not be allowed to have physical contact with any of them, for the most part they would remain locked in the holding cell. Jeff’s presence was merely to monitor them, primarily over the CCTV and he would spend most of his time studying.

During this period, Syracuse was experiencing a paucity of competent dominatrix. One potential candidate who came to mind was Noreen, in her early forties and with no dominatrix experience that I was aware of. I had met her at a previous bondage support group meaning at which time she indicated her primary interest was in dominating males, but also conceded a bi-sexual curiosity.

Her attributes were quite appealing, autumn haired and about 5’7, weight proportionate. She had an excellent body for someone her age, a flat stomach and well toned muscular legs, I recall her saying she worked out regularly at a fitness center. Noreen was a resident of rural Cortland County, recently divorced, with her ex being a wealthy surgeon. She reportedly received a seven digit settlement and had no need nor desire to seek employment, serving as a dominatrix would be a form of recreation.

My inclination was towards Noreen for two reasons, the first being her age. From many years in the business I’ve developed a bias in favor of older dominatrix. They are less prone to mischief such as stealing clients and selling drugs. My predominantly female clientele also tends to prefer older dominatrix. The second factor was my intuitive feeling towards Noreen, I wasn’t personally sexually attracted to her. In the case of Bernadette I did feel such an attraction and she spurned all my advances, such situations take a negative toll on me emotionally.

Noreen expressed interest when I contacted her by phone and it was agreed we would meet at my home. I made her aware of my requirement that all prospective dominatrix must audition before me as a submissive. It was apparent that she was less than thrilled, however my requirement is unwavering and is necessary to detect latent submissives, my experience has shown that such types will prove to be inadequate as dominatrix.

A meeting was scheduled at my home and Noreen arrived on a Saturday morning at 10:00, driving a Hummer. She was attired fashionably in a mini skirt, a tight fitting white sweater and knee length boots. We discussed my various expectations for staff dominatrix, and I wanted to be assured she would be content to deal with only female clientele.

Numerous times when I have been interviewing a prospective dominatrix I have forcibly embraced, fondled and kissed them, but in this case I felt no such attraction. Instead I would proceed directly to the audition with Noreen as the submissive.

First she was given a quick tour of the basement dungeon and seemed familiar with most of the equipment, by her own admission she had spent a good deal of time studying various bondage web sites. I then commanded her to remove her clothes.

Noreen balked at the prospect of complete nudity, she was insistent upon leaving on her boots, garter and stockings. Politely but very firmly I made it known that complete nudity is the rule, with no exceptions. Rather begrudgingly she complied, I considered this a minor attitudinal deficiency which would quickly be corrected.

In short order Noreen was attached with leather cuffs to the overhead and was given a flogger and crop workout of moderate intensity. It was clear that she was not enjoying being on the receiving end, but was tolerating it for the sake of being allowed to serve as my assistant. I demonstrated the attachment of the strap on by

a female and subjected her to about two minutes of rather mild thrusting.

Released from the overhead she was requested to display her rope tying ability on a cellar post. I found she possessed only minimal proficiency in this area, and would have to use cuffs for the short term. To emphasize the proper method I placed her in a rigid hogtie for nearly fifteen minutes. She was commanded to attempt escape but despite a vigorous effort she was unsuccessful. I tried out a variety of gags upon her, and inserted a vibrating dildo in her cunt to keep her aroused.

Overall my opinion of Noreen was positive, most importantly she exhibited no latent submissive tendencies. Unfortunately I had no submissive she could audition upon, and I’m not about to let myself be used as a demonstrator. I was confident that Noreen would be competent at flagellation, nipple torture, strap on work, and various other forms of torture. I do expect my dominatrix to possess a certain degree of rope tying skills, and this was clearly one area in which she needed improvement.

To emphasize the importance of rope tying skills, after Noreen was released from the hogtie I put her in a stringent rope chair tie which included some tight breast bondage.  This was clearly not to her liking but I informed her that until her rope proficiency improved she could expect to be bound frequently. She spent nearly an hour in the chair tie, but the time was not all wasted as she was required to watch several bondage training videos, including one produced by yours truly.

It wasn’t long before Noreen had a submissive to audition upon, namely my newly hired waitress, Colleen. At 26 years of age Colleen was clearly a “looker”, generously endowed with stellar breast size, shapely legs, and shoulder length brown. More importantly she had a vivacious personality and could quickly come on to customers. My observations of her led me to conclude she was coming on “too strong” to numerous male customers.

In addition she had developed a habit of tardiness-being five or ten minutes late. She also had the audacity to take two sick days in her first month of employment. Both were for Friday work shifts and I later learned that on one of the occasions she had a date with one of my regular customers. I strongly discourage such dating, as in the event the relationship goes sour I invariably loose a customer.

On one particular occasion I noticed Colleen engaged in totally inappropriate behavior. She was sitting on the lap of a male customer who had extended his hand through her slacks and into her crotch. It was the type of behavior she had been specifically warned about before being hired.

My immediate reaction was to order the offending male patron to leave the bar, even though he was a fairly regular customer, I simply don’t tolerate such boorish behavior in my posh bar. The customer balked at leaving, I then brandished a set of handcuffs in front of him. I’m certain he was aware of my reputation for handcuffing and humiliating unruly patrons, and he left without further argument.

Colleen was ordered into the kitchen and to stand at attention while I read her the riot act. Her overall performance to date was unsatisfactory, and she was given the option of resigning or reporting to my home at 6:00PM Monday for a disciplinary session, She reluctantly opted for the later.

When my staff are hired they are made aware that I am a dominatrix and if they find it objectionable they should   look elsewhere for employment. As Colleen rang my doorbell at 6:00, she must have realized that some type of bondage punishment was in store for her.

Much to my surprise, she expected only a talk session, further confirming my impression that she was a mental bantamweight. Colleen must have been unsettled when she observed both Noreen and myself clad in two piece leather outfits. After inviting her into the living room she was ordered to remove all clothes, she was clad in a short red dress with stiletto heels “I‘m not prepared to do that, I‘m not in the habit of undressing before other women” she responded smugly.

“Mistress strip the bitch” I commanded to Noreen and in less than two minutes Colleen found herself minus her dress, bra, underwear and heels, in other words fully nude.

She put up a mild struggle which Noreen was able to handle unassisted.

Next I handed Noreen a length of red rope and ordered her to tie the sub’s wrists and elbows behind her. Noreen had a very personal interest in assuring this was done correctly, as previously I had informed her that if Colleen escaped her bonds, the two of them would spend several hours bound together and sharing a dildo for two. I assisted Noreen by sitting on the legs of her sub as she was being roped.

Evidently Noreen had been practicing her rope work as my preliminary examination showed that her bonds were escape proof. I further ordered Colleen’s ankles bound and connected to her upper body restraints, as a hog tie. To silence her protests I strapped a ball gag onto her and added a loose fitting posture collar. The wench was now ready to begin her training in full.

Colleen was left in the hogtie for nearly fifteen minutes and was ordered to struggle, under threat of whipping, to escape from her bonds. Noreen watched apprehensively, but my to my disappointment the bonds held firm. I really enjoy two wenches bound together and forced to share a dildo.

Colleen was led on a leash to the basement, where she caught her first glimpse of my dungeon. The holding cell, cage and various bondage accouterments displayed are quite effective at intimidating novice subs, especially the less willing types. Colleen was informed she had a choice between a three hour compressed session in the dungeon or overnight confinement, in which case she would spend the night sitting in the cramped cage. Not surprisingly she chose the compressed session. She was quickly informed of basic dungeon etiquette such as not speaking without permission, proper enunciation for recitals, and addressing both Noreen and myself as “Mistress”.

The training program had been scripted and explained to Noreen in advance. After freeing her from her rope restraints, leashing exercises were next on the agenda and for this the six foot leash attached previously to her collar was used. Under threat of whipping she was made to crawl on her hands and knees about the basement for nearly ten minutes, making barking sounds continuously.

During the leashing portion I received a cell phone call and noticed it was from “Newhart”, my drug prescriber and one time boyfriend. His calls are answered immediately so I stepped upstairs to take the call. I was invited to serve as a guest lecturer at a course in “Deviant Sexual Behavior”, being offered at the medical school. In addition he took the opportunity to hit on me for a non bondage date. I remained non-committal to both requests.

Upon returning to the basement I found that Noreen had completed the leashing exercises, the next step was oral training for my errant waitress. Noreen bound her hands behind her with rope, and sitting herself in a chair ordered Colleen to commence deep tonguing her pussy. If she performed adequately she would be spared the ignominy of deep tonguing her asshole.

After nearly five minutes of this Noreen was satisfied with the quality of her sub’s mouth work. The vast majority of times, subs are required to perform their mouth work with their hands bound, using only their mouths. I personally derive gratification from pulling the sub by the hair and forcing their mouth into my crotch.

Colleen, her hands still bound behind her, was connected to the overhead using a winched cable. This pulled her arms up behind her and was extremely uncomfortable, it also left her vulnerable to the flagellation and anal penetration that were yet to come.

Noreen commenced with the use of a cat of nine tails, she had been instructed to flog the buttocks, boobs, stomach and crotch-what I refer to as “Flagellation 101”. I kept a close eye on Noreen as I had no previous opportunity to assess her flagellation skills and I didn’t want Colleen pushed to the limit.

Noreen performed admirably with Colleen being required to recite “Thank you for the pleasure mistress” after each lash. She took nearly fifty lashes of varying intensities before I halted the flagellation. It was now time for Noreen to use her strap on for the first time and she would be using the hard rubber dildo with numerous spikes to assure adequate pain.

Noreen continued with her penetrations for nearly ten minutes after I inserted a pair of my soiled panties into Colleen’s mouth. By the time the anal portion was concluded it was obvious Colleen was in great pain from the combined floggings and penetrations. She was released from the overhead, and with her wrists and elbows still bound was locked in the holding cell to ponder the error of her ways, I removed the panties but warned her against speaking.

Colleen was released as promised after three hours of confinement. She assured me that her work habits would improve, but only time would tell. As she had been scheduled to work the next day, my generosity prevailed once again as I allowed her a day off with pay. With Wednesday being her regular day off, she would be in a far better frame of mind to work on Thursday.

I soon lost the services of Jeff, who had agreed to serve as a dungeon monitor. Within a few days he broached a proposition whereby he would be allowed to use my dungeon to train gay male submissives. For this I would receive a portion of his session fee.

This request was promptly denied as I simply won’t allow my dungeon to be used under such circumstances. Just as promptly Jeff stated he had no interest in serving as my dungeon monitor and our relationship ended amicably but on a discordant note.

Later I brought this matter to Joe’s attention. Joe has his own dungeon which caters exclusively to gay males, while he is not an active trainer he subcontracts training slots to other male trainers. A typical session fee is $200.00 per hour and Joe receives fifty per cent. Jeff had offered me $50.00 per hour as a session fee, which meant he stood to pocket considerably more than if contracting with Joe.

Joe was enraged upon learning this and understandably so. It was a blatant case of client stealing and in short order Jeff was barred from sessioning at Joe’s dungeon. His graduate fellowship ended about two months later and he returned to the UK, at least as far as we know.

Apparently in appreciation for alerting him to Jeff’s scheme, about a week later I received a video shot of Kevin while in captivity. The tape had no audio and with most of the characters wearing masks I had no way of knowing at what location it was made at.

In the first part of the video Kevin and another male of approximately the same age are shown sitting next to each other on a couch. Both are naked, bound hand and foot, and cleaved gagged as in the first video. They are smiling at the camera, however it is doubtful the smiles are voluntary. In the next scene three masked males are sitting on the couch with Kevin kneeling before them. For a total of less than seven minutes he can be seen performing fellatio on each of the three and swallowing the ejaculate.

In the final few minutes of the video Kevin is naked and sitting upright on a bed, he is wearing a collar and a chain can be seen connected to the bed frame. He masturbates for several minutes before discharging a wad of ejaculate. Once again he smiles throughout the scene.

Even without the audio and with the short duration of the tape it was extremely gratifying to view, I played it six times the first day. It would have been much more gratifying to know whether or not Kevin had been shipped overseas, but this was dependent on the whimsical Joe. I would just have to wait.

END PART 49

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