Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 58

By Long Tall Mary

Upon awakening I had intended to begin the lesbian portion of Kelly’s training, but my dreams during the night led me to loose interest. I kept dreaming about being tied down and fucked repeatedly by Vince’s massive cock. For some reason the dream left me with a desire for normal sex with a male, even though my most vivid recollection was of being forcibly tied down.

The only male I would consider would be Newhart, but in the past he has been inhibited having sex with me, because of his perception of me as a dominatrix. Still, some of my desires are transient, while others don’t go away. I had the feeling that the current desire was of the type that wouldn’t go away soon.

Felicia and I ate breakfast together in the kitchen, being preoccupied with my own sexual needs, I had little to say. The top priority of Felicia was the afternoon TV soap operas, since I would be at the bar and she would be the dungeon monitor. Porno DVDs were her prime source of enjoyment during the evening hours.

It was Felicia’s responsibility to feed and clean the slave in the morning, after which the slave would begin the days activities that I had determined. Felicia had been notified earlier that after cleaning, the slave was to be taken to the dungeon and tied down doggy style on a floor board.

Felicia led Kelly on a leash to the basement and I couldn’t help notice the slave was improving in her ability to walk in heels, even down the basement steps. She looked gorgeous, naked, the chastity belt strapped tightly in place, with the wig I had chosen for her, and the collar served the purpose of improving her posture, something previously lacking.

Initially I had planned to begin the training by requiring her to tongue my pussy and asshole. Since the intruders in her pussy and asshole were held in place by the chastity belt, I felt the strap on portion of the training could wait. Felicia was quite surprised, and pleasantly so, when I delegated the activities to her, she was to use a flogger if Kelly failed to respond properly.

Felicia used a flogger to administer a few demo lashes, emphasizing that if the quality of her mouth work was inadequate, she could expect far more painful lashes. Kelly had no comment as Felicia pulled a chair in front of her, sat down and pulled Kelly by the hair so that her face was touching Felicia’s crotch.

“You start with my snatch and you’ll do my asshole later” commanded Felicia. Kelly needed no further prompting and commenced with a form of sexual activity, which she most certainly found repugnant. Felicia’s passionate moaning was right out of a XXX porno flick, but then again it had been a long time since Felicia had been in the role of dominant.

I was largely indifferent to Felicia’s orgasmic ecstasy as I continued to ponder my own sexual future, combined with Kelly’s, the bar, and the boarding school. After nearly ten minutes of pussy eating Felicia ordered Kelly to clean her asshole. Despite a look of disgust about her, Kelly adapted to Felicia’s new position and began burrowing into her asshole. It didn’t last more than four minutes before Felicia permitted her to stop.

Thus ended the first of the lesbian portion of Kelly’s training, I did complement her on the performance and assured her that I was doing everything possible to find an American buyer for her, and I emphasized American. Her vibrator batteries had been changed by Felicia, shortly after wake up and continued to buzz away as she was returned to the holding cell.

I decided to pay a surprise visit to the academy. The drug test results were due in at 4:00PM, and I had sufficient time to arrive in advance. Noreen agreed to drive separately and meet me there. The joy of announcing the drug test results, and meting out penalties for the offenders would serve as an excellent antidote for my desperation to be fucked by a male.

Noreen and I arrived at the academy simultaneously at 3:30. Headmistress Cecilia immediately came outside to greet us, she appeared quite surprised but I did not detect any bitterness. It seems that Cecilia was just on the verge of calling me to report that one of the cadets was exhibiting symptoms of a psychiatric disorder.

The cadet, of course, was Andrea, she had been subject to enforced silence, hard labor, solitary confinement and ball and chain restraint since my last visit. I immediately suspected she was malingering, hoping to be sent to a hospital.

Every Monday morning a female RN conducts a cursory examination of all the cadets, she or a counterpart is on one hour call at all other times. Andrea had made statements about “doing herself in” and was currently under direct observation by one of the staff.

In a case like this the academy is obligated to obtain psychiatric evaluation for such a cadet and I quickly suggested a state operated psychiatric facility near Syracuse. The daytime Supervising RN for the youth unit there just happens to be my fellow dominatrix, Lorraine. I contacted her by phone and obtained the necessary authorization, this was agreeable to Cecilia.

While Lorraine would not be on duty when the patient arrived, she would make arrangements with the evening supervisor, that hopefully would assure that the patient would be confined for the absolute minimum period required. Even more important should Andrea start relating tales of abuse at the academy, they would not be recorded or reported to any agency.

At the time Andrea was seated in the reception room of Cecilia’s office. She was clad in the school uniform, unrestrained and under the watchful eye of one of the administrative staff. When Andrea first saw me enter the room, her demeanor became visibly distraught. Playing along with her little game, I assured her that I was sincerely concerned about her welfare and would personally drive her to the Hastings Institute.

The bitch was at a loss for words as I reviewed the chart made out by the examining nurse. It was agreed that she would be transported in my van, I would ride with her in the rear, Noreen would drive, and Cecilia would be in the front seat. A second academy vehicle would meet us at the hospital to transport Noreen and Cecilia back to the academy.

“Rules require that patients who might harm themselves, wear restraints while in transport”, I said smilingly. Realizing the futility of protest, Andrea stood up and dutifully placed her hands behind her without prompting. For the transport I had brought a special belt, fastened around, the waist, with a leather wrist cuff on each side. This was quickly applied and for good measure I used a second belt to bind her elbows as close together as they would come. This of course has the desirable effect of causing the boobs to be thrust out.

Andrea was then led by the arm out to the van. I had arranged for all the cadets to fall out in formation, outside the administration building, so they could observe her being led out in restraints, and further humiliating Andrea.

If she thought that the humiliation had ceased upon entering the van, she would quickly learn otherwise.

First she learned that she would be sitting next to me on the love seat in the cargo area, for the duration of the trip. Next came more restraints, I had a pair of leather thigh cuffs which required hiking her skirt to attach. These were connected by a six inch rod consisting of a hard piece of black plastic with metal rings pre attached to the cuffs. “No one will be able to see these” I chortled, as I pulled her long skirt back down. The final touch was a set of leather ankle cuffs with a six inch connector, she indeed would walk with a hobble when being led into the hospital.

As the vehicle exited the academy grounds Andrea broke down and pleaded for mercy. “I lied about doing myself in just to get to see a doctor, please give me another chance without solitary and my behavior will be perfect”. It sounded as phony as any such plea I’d ever heard.

None the less rules are rules and her recantation was insufficient grounds to cancel her evaluation. Very harshly I informed her that if the medical staff made a determination of malingering, she would face severe punishment upon her return to the academy.

Cadets matriculating at age 16 could be confined involuntarily until reaching 18, with the consent of a parent. Andrea who had matriculated at 18, could be confined involuntarily until reaching 19, irrespective of parental consent. It is a contractual obligation set forth in writing and legally binding, but as a practical matter somewhat flawed. If an 18 year old cadet did abscond, the academy could not hire a bounty hunter to capture her.

Andrea could have easily absconded during weekend leave, but she would then be in violation of her probation and risk incarceration at a correctional facility. Upon her return to the academy from the hospital, she would most likely be placed in “secure custody” until she was 19. The academy would in effect serve as a private correctional facility.

Andrea could not resist continuing to plead for leniency and protesting her restraints, “You have no legal or moral right to restrain me in this uncomfortable and humiliating manner, and to continue to subject me to inhumane living conditions at the academy”. The bitch just never ceases! Such erudite diction mouthed by a street whore, such as Andrea, is especially infuriating. I’ve always resented people who use such language, trying to impress others with their intellectual stock.

“I think you are in need of some additional sensory deprivation”, was my response and in short order a gag was strapped in place on Andrea. It was the type with a hard plastic cylinder with an attached leather strap. The wearer is forced to bite down on the plastic, this assures an open airway but suppresses intelligible speech. Andrea just stared at me with a venomous look, unable to mouth any further protests.

To complete her sensory deprivation, I fitted her with a leather hood, with openings only for the mouth and nostrils, and laced it tightly. Male subs tend to be fond of these hoods but most females are loathe to wear them. Andrea was no exception, she would be hooded for the duration of the trip to the hospital, even though it deprived me of the joy of observing the look of abysmal fear and resentment in her eyes.

For added humiliation I reached my hand inside her skirt and gently rubbed her thighs. It was readily apparent that she was becoming aroused as a result. Only the presence of Cecilia inhibited me from exploring her anatomy more thoroughly. The thought of subjecting her to strap on penetrations, while highly appealing, was not practical due to her restraints and her manner of clothing.

About twenty minutes before our estimated arrival at the hospital, I received a call on the cell from Lorraine who was going off duty but would remain at the hospital and assist in expediting processing of the new patient. She assured me that the on duty staff would be most cooperative.

As we neared the hospital I removed Andrea’s hood and gag, with a firm warning not to speak without permission. Lorraine was waiting at the rear entrance to the hospital and was attired in her nurse uniform, it was a rather welcome relief from her customary sweat suit.

We both removed Andrea through the rear door of the van and her attempts to walk, with her thigh and ankle restraints, was hilarious. Even more hilarious, was when upset with the slow pace of her movement, Lorraine ordered her to start hopping. The bitch was forced to hop nearly two hundred feet before reaching the admitting office.

At this point another nurse took over, she was at least fifty years old, blond and as tall as myself, but was a string bean lacking any semblance to my well endowed figure. Her nametag identified her as Bernadette, the charge nurse. Without saying a word she led Andrea into a examining room and closed the door, leaving the two of them in the room alone. I thought she was rather rude but kept my thoughts to myself.

Noreen remained outside with the van, leaving Cecilia, Lorraine and myself to engage in small talk while Nurse Bernadette completed her routine. About three minutes later I heard Bernadette’s voice on the public address system calling “Doctor Chow to Room 123”, which was the examination room being used for Andrea.

About two minutes later the doctor arrived and entered the room, he was a dead ringer for the actor who played the role of coroner’s assistant in the TV series “Quincy”. After another ten minutes the doctor, Bernadette and Andrea emerged from the examination room. Andrea had been stripped of her school uniform and in its place was an institutional strait jacket covering her upper body, she was barefoot and wearing panties and stockings. Again with out as much as a word of explanation, Nurse Bernadette led her down the corridor and out of sight.

The doctor was carrying a clipboard which presumably contained notes from the brief examination. He handed the chart to a clerk at the control desk and walked off. Lorraine motioned for Cecilia and I to step behind the control desk, on which a row of CCTV monitors was mounted. Flicking on one monitor it showed Andrea alone in a windowless cell like room. It was completely covered on the floor, wall and sides with white padded material. Andrea sat forlornly on a mattress on the floor.

Lorraine began with a description of the hospital procedure “We used to sedate all new patients and then spread eagle them on a bed with leather cuffs for the night, but some patients rights group threatened a lawsuit. The patient is now straitjacketed and monitored continuously by staff from the control desk, sedation is used only in extreme cases” .

Demonstrating the monitoring capabilities Lorraine spoke into the speaker “Andrea on your feet” and the wench begrudgingly complied, facing the cell monitor. After making her stand for less than one minute she was commanded to sit on the floor.

Tomorrow morning Andrea would undergo a comprehensive mental examination and if found to be an imminent danger to herself or others, she would be involuntarily committed. If she was diagnosed with a condition not meeting those criteria, she would be released to the custody of the academy with recommendations for treatment.

Lorraine assured me that despite the curt manner of Nurse Bernadette, she and other institutional staff were dedicated professionals, and sympathetic to the needs of the academy. They would not disclose any claims of abuse Andrea might make and in all likelihood she would be diagnosed as a malingerer and released early Wednesday afternoon.

After thanking Lorraine for her cooperation, I extended her an invitation to stop at my bar the same evening for a complimentary meal, but she already had made plans. By this time the academy van had arrived, Cecilia and Noreen departed with it.

Before departing the hospital in my own van, I made a call to Felicia at home and she assured that everything was fine with slave Kelly. I then headed downtown to my bar. It had been a busy day and it was time to unwind before returning to Camillus.

END PART 58