Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 53

By Long Tall Mary

My attempts to discuss cadet discipline with Headmistress Cecilia met with little progress. She quickly became giddy and it was evident she was inebriated. Her sobriety was inconsistent with having only one glass of Chardonnay in the last twenty minutes, either she had been imbibing earlier or the alcohol was interacting with some drug in her system.

Ordinarily I don’t tolerate any alcohol consumption or intoxication by my submissives, and initially was quite upset that my client had chosen to do so. However one can learn much about ones personality when they are inebriated, so I decided to let Cecilia play her little games.

It was apparent that Cecilia had a strong submissive curiosity, as she peppered me with questions concerning the dominatrix life style. These questions all centered upon female on female bondage, and none concerned males. I strongly suspected Cecilia was a latent submissive, and in her state of inebriation was “reaching out”, so to say, to someone who could readily satisfy her needs.

Cecilia was about 50 years old and the business suit she was wearing typified the conservative values of the academy. While modestly plump, her figure was of above average in sex appeal, relative to her age. She indicated she had been divorced for about ten years and by her own admission, “a workaholic” at her professional endeavors, with little time for sexual relationships.

Noreen seemed rather uncomfortable with the direction the discussion was taking, so I assigned her the task of dealing with the two cadets who were chained to beds in separate rooms. She would require them to engage in enunciation training, under threat of flogging for the next hour or so. This meant repeating the litany of humiliating phrases such as “I’m a worthless slut” and would allow me plenty of time to deal with Cecilia alone.

My chardonnay had yet to take effect when I made my first advance to Cecilia, “Why don’t you let me hog tie you and introduce you to the joy of bondage with a real woman”. Cecilia giggled and replied “that won’t be right”. In an instant I was sitting beside her on he couch and intimately embracing her, forcing deep mouth kissing on her. Another hand entered underneath her skirt and groped her crotch area.

Cecilia offered little protest and in short order I had her on the couch in a fully clothed hogtie. “Please don’t let my students see me like this” she pleaded. I assured her that I had no such intent but that she was expected to satisfy me sexually by tonguing my pussy.

“I’ve never done anything like that” she pleaded but I reminded her that an alternative was available, that being deep tonguing my asshole, most certainly she would find my cunt juices more palatable. Cecilia knew better than to continue to balk, that which Mistress Mary Cusimano desires, she gets.

Sitting in the chair I pulled her face into my crouch and ordered her to start licking. Her efforts were somewhat lackluster but I wasn’t yet ready to inflict corporal punishment on her. At the end of her five minute bout she was allowed to cease her tonguing. Almost any other of my subs would have been whipped for disobedience, but you have to tread gingerly when future business is at stake.

Cecilia was still fully clothed and when I suggested that I might strip her naked and have her pose for the cadets, a look of consternation was immediately evident. Seeking to assuage her fears I made it known that I was being facetious and only wanted Cecilia to experience the joy of lesbian bondage sex, that I had no intention of forcing a lifestyle change upon her. She seemed quite relieved by this and I freed her from the hogtie before Noreen returned.

My reputation as a dominatrix has always been bizarre and unpredictable. No participant in any of my sessions has impunity from my mercurial temperament. A mother who has hired me to discipline her daughter may find herself being anally fucked by me in the presence of the daughter, a headmistress may find herself bondaged in front of her cadets, anything can and will happen to my submissives.

The vast majority of other dominatrix’ are far more cautious in their styles, with the main concern being the loss of future customers. This is not a concern of mine for every customer I might loose, another is gained somewhere along the line.

I have been quite vocal in publicly stating that the majority of dominatrix’ should be sued under consumer protection statutes for fraud for delivering adulterated services. Needless to say this has not endeared me to many in the dominatrix community and I have been accused of client stealing. None of these whiners will make that allegation in my presence, as they know I will promptly subject them to exceedingly humiliating physical punishment.

In the case of Cecilia I concluded she was essentially a dormant heterosexual, but not averse to experiencing a dose of lesbian bondage. But my time was limited and if she wanted a more intensive dose, she could pay me for a special session. Regardless, she was none the worse for her experience and if anything would be more compliant to my recommendations, as the thought of being bondaged and displayed to your cadets is a powerful motivator.

With Cecilia freed from her brief exposure to bondage it was time to discuss business. After informing her of the extent of the cadet drug problem, my first recommendation was weekly drug testing. It seems that Cecilia more for financial, than legal reasons, was reluctant to implement such a program. I let it be known that unless she did I would not continue to serve in my capacity as Assistant Headmistress for discipline.

My next recommendation was implementation of a hard labor regimen for the cadets, both during the school week and during the weekend confinement periods. I had already arranged for a dump truck to drop a load of top soil to the rear of the academy complex.

To demonstrate the type of labor I had in mind, Lydia was freed from her restraints and allowed to dress. One of my favorite items, but one which I seldom use, is a ball and chain device. Attached to one ankle, the fifteen pound steel weight makes it impossible for the wearer to run.

The wearer in this case, of course was Lydia and she was provided with a wheel barrow and shovel. For the next two hours she would shovel dirt from the pile into the wheel barrow, then push the wheel barrow approximately one hundred feet and form a new pile by dumping the contents. She would then return to the original pile and continue until that pile was depleted. It was strictly a make work project.

Actually it would have taken Lydia nearly four hours to complete the assigned task and since of all the cadets, she was probably the most repentant, I only required her to perform for slightly less than an hour. She was then returned to and chained to her bed.

My recommendations for Andrea were far more severe First her parents’ would be notified that due to her drug transgressions she would be placed in solitary confinement and denied weekend leave indefinitely.

Cecilia was ordered to prepare a special room for Andrea upstairs, where she would be completely segregated from her fellow cadets. She would be permitted no conversation of any type with the cadets, and if violated she would be placed in the pillory and flogged. Her verbal and social interaction would be limited to staff, and only at a minimal level.

For a minimum of one week she would wear the ball and chain continuously, the only exception being for physical education classes. This would serve two purposes in that it would expose her to severe humiliation, and would frustrate any plans she might have to escape.

At the end of the cadet classroom day she would spend a minimum of two hours working on the dirt pile. Other cadets would be required to perform the same type of labor for varying periods, but as I only had one ball and chain device, it would be worn exclusively by Andrea.

Weekend liberty for all cadets would be suspended until further notice and all would be subject to strip searches, at any time and without notice. As I didn’t have time to visit the academy during the week it was agreed that Noreen would make unannounced visits and carry out the task. Aside from that Andrea would be supervised by academy staff and I warned Cecilia that this edict was not to be taken lightly.

It appeared that Cecilia finally appreciated the magnitude of the cadet drug problem and would be supportive of my proposed remedial measures. If not I would not hesitate to contact the board of directors, who had a vested interest in a drug free academy. Future referrals and tuition revenue would be in jeopardy, if word was to circulate of the extent of disciplinary problems, and I had no doubt Headmistress Cecilia would be handed her walking papers.

Just then I received a text message on my cell phone and it was from Joe. “Very defiant, hard to break” was the complete message but he provided a web cam site by which I could view Juan in captivity.

I immediately logged on to the web site, as usual the photo quality was mediocre with no audio. What I did observe uplifted my spirits tremendously and I only wished I could show it to Andrea. Juan was completely cross dressed in a skirt, blouse, and wig. The makeover was quite professional and even an experienced observer, such as myself would have difficulty discerning the actual sex, the major giveaway was his muscularity.

Juan was bound from foot to neck with duct tape to a pole in a basement, they must have used five or six roles or tape but he was unable to move and in addition he was wearing a ball gag. I found his restraint mode to be atypical of Joe and his associates’, usually the subs are restrained in such a manner that they will be readily accessible for oral and anal sex. Not so in this case.

This led me to suspect that Joe was planning on disposing of the low life Juan, perhaps to the cult group or to an ocean going freighter. Either way would be fine with me as his absence would not be missed.

Initially I was disappointed that Juan was not being subjected to any torture, viewable by me, although I assumed that this had already been done. My disappointment was soon dispelled as one of the ski masked trainers inserted a spiked dildo in Juan’s asshole and roughly plunged it in out several times causing him to cry out in pain through his gag. Oh it was so beautiful!

Noreen and Cecilia were also watching the video and I carefully observed the reaction of each. I had no doubt that it was a tremendous turn on for Noreen, given her expressed desire to torture male subs. Cecilia seemed rather indifferent to the whole video but thanked me profusely for riding the academy of the Latino low life.

When my cell phone activates it seems that two or three different topics are covered in a matter of minutes. No sooner had the video of Juan finished than did I receive a voice call from Kristen, who had been released on bail. She sounded as if she was in tears but I am quite adept at detecting sham pleas for contrition.

And so it was with Kristen, she confessed that three of the drug buys she had received delivery of, were both ordered by cell phone from my bar as well as personally delivered there. To say that I was infuriated was a gross understatement.

Kristen begged for forgiveness and I ordered her to appear at my Camillus mansion Saturday evening precisely at 3:00 PM for a discussion of the matter. I strongly suggested she refrain from any further phone conversations relative to her predicament as it was not unlikely the feds were monitoring.

As you can see my ability to function as a dominatrix requires multi-tasking. I must balance the management of my bar against the needs of the specific customer being served at the moment. This is no easy matter when you have to arrange for disposal of a drug dealer, who threatens harm to you, as well as a perfidious waitress, such as Kristen.

Although I had hoped to enjoy a good nights sleep at the academy, before continuing with some additional cadet training on Saturday, I would now be preoccupied with the extent of Kristen’s drug activity. If I lost my liquor license it would be devastating and I would be unable to maintain the life style to which I was accustomed.

Kristen would be severely punished, make no mistake about it, and my punishment would be far more painful than any legal punishment she might receive. Regrettably when my mood is soured, others suffer as well. In this case it would be Andrea.

With the help of an extra dose of sedatives I was able to get to sleep. Andrea was left bound and gagged, sitting on a chair positioned so that she was forced to look at me as I slept. I took the liberty of inserting a low speed vibrator into her twat and securing it with the crotch chain. With an estimated battery life of about four hours it would keep the bitch aroused while I slept soundly.

I quickly fell asleep. In the morning my first task would be to inform Andrea of the “disappearance” of Juan, as well as her punitive restrictions and labor for the coming week. Hell week for Andrea was just beginning.

END PART 53

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