Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 60

by Long Tall Mary

As I drove alone in my van towards Camillus, my fantasies were focused on forced sex with Headmistress Cecilia. These ended abruptly with the ringing of my cell phone. As luck would have it a police car was directly behind me, so I let the call forward to my voice mail.

A few minutes later, the police car out of sight, I played the voice mail and it was from Vince, in California. The gist of the message was that he had found a buyer for Kelly. As I was unable to return the call immediately I eagerly waited calling him from my home.

When I did make contact with Vince he apologized, much to my surprise, for the rudeness he had exhibited when examining Kelly. The deal was that a California porn producer was willing to have Kelly flown by a small private plane from Syracuse to California. I would not receive any compensation but at least I would have the satisfaction of knowing she had found a good home.

Kelly really hadn’t done anything to warrant someone doing any harm to her, but a move to California would be mutually beneficial. It would relieve me of the burden of having to confine her involuntarily, and for her it would be a new start in life with her material needs provided for by a producer. Most likely she would become dependent upon drugs, with this type of arrangement it was unlikely she would ever return to New York, nor would I have to fear legal repercussions. It was a case of poor judgment on my part for abducting her on impulse and a lesson I would heed in the future.

The plan was that in seven days Felicia and I would transport her by van to a small private airport near Syracuse, where she would board the plane and depart immediately. No worry about Homeland Security scrutiny, which would occur if she flew commercially. She would not be restrained, but I was confident Lorraine would provide intravenous sedation to make her more manageable.

The agreement did not require any specific degree of training for Kelly, my main concern was the burden of keeping her confined until the transfer date. Frankly, I was tiring of the sexual training and since I wouldn‘t be receiving compensation, it would be her new owner‘s responsibility to train her as he saw fit.

As has frequently happened during my career, I was about to become involved with multiple job assignments, but unfortunately the newest one would be for less than twenty four hours, which I found disappointing in this case. It started with a call from a prominent and wealthy Syracuse businessman, whom I have known personally for years. I’ll refer to him only as “JC”.

JC at the age of seventy, after several marriages, once again married Elizabeth, she being thirty years younger. Quite fortunately JC had insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement, which froze Elizabeth out of acquiring any of his wealth in the event of marital dissolution.

Less than a year after being married JC discovered Elizabeth having a affair with another male, who was a managerial employee at JC’s business. He was promptly fired and JC sought revenge upon his wife, in the form of her submitting to a dominatrix. The economic leverage provided by the pre-nuptials assured Elizabeth would submit voluntarily, however begrudgingly. She was essentially a gold digging former cocktail waitress, divorce would relegate her to financial and social marginality.

Despite my busy schedule, JC was insistent that the session take place within the next four days. JC is someone you just don’t say no to, and the lucrative session fee he was offering to pay was reason enough in itself. It was agreed that Elizabeth would be delivered to my home at 8:00AM on Thursday and be picked up at 8:00AM the next day.

I was acquainted with Elizabeth and considered disciplining her both a challenge and a pleasure. My opinion of her is very negative, she is a haughty, overbearing and manipulative bitch. At one time, prior to her most recent marriage, she had been a customer at my bar and was one of the few females ever banned for misconduct. She had used sexually explicit terms when criticizing Patti for alleged poor service, and carrying on so loudly as to upset the other customers.

As part of the agreement Elizabeth would not know the identity of her dominatrix until she arrived at the house. If she were aware it might result in refusal on her part to submit, because of our mutual ill will. According to JC he had no reason to believe Elizabeth had any lesbian sex experience, and had reacted with disgust when given the ultimatum. Fortunately she was not aware of where I lived, so she would not be surprised until safely inside my garage. I just love springing these kinds of surprises.

When Elizabeth arrived Thursday morning she was in a chauffeured limo, seated with JC in the rear. As is my customary protocol, I had instructed JC to have her walk alone to my door and step inside the garage, he was to remain in the limo and leave the moment she entered the garage.

Elizabeth is addicted to high fashion and jewelry, but today she was attired only in jeans and a loose fitting beige pullover sweater, with no jewelry. I found this rather disappointing as forcing a snooty, rich bitch to strip out of expensive clothing gives me great pleasure, and few such opportunities present themselves. Oh well, you can’t have everything.

To her credit Elizabeth was an attractive blue eyed blond, with an excellent body for a woman her age. She was about 5’8 , with major league boobs, and an overall lithesome figure. The bitch was a regular at several swank bars in the area, with a reputation for excessive drinking, facilitated largely by access to a private chauffeur. She also had a reputation for being obnoxious, only the status and prestige of her husband, kept her from being banned from various establishments.

You can imagine the look about her when I emerged through the doorway and confronted her in the garage with the greeting “welcome bitch“. I wasn’t about to give her any time to consider escape and promptly cuffed her hands behind her.

“I don’t appreciated being addressed as bitch by the owner of a lower class gin mill” were the first words she uttered. Without saying a word I escorted her down the basement stairs to the dungeon and connected her cuffs to a cable. The cable was then winched upwards forcing her to stand uncomfortably with her arms behind, in an elevated position. Her legs were spread about two feet apart, and ankles were connected with leather cuffs to bolts in the floor.

Elizabeth’s arrival had necessitated transferring Kelly from the basement holding cell to the upstairs guest bedroom. While doing so she had unexpectedly lashed out with epithets at Felicia, who was escorting her. My response was to tie her rigidly to a chair and administer several hard flogger lashes to her boobs and stomach. A ball gag prevented her from committing any further verbal mischief. Having bound her in the tightest, most painful manner I could devise, she would sit for a few hours until I dealt with her further.

With Elizabeth secured I pulled up a chair in front of her, sat down and crossed my legs. My monologue was a description of what she could expect during her stay. First she was informed that if I were not satisfied with her behavior, I would not hesitate to confine her for longer than twenty four hours. It was a bluff, as JC had been quite emphatic about limiting her visit to that period, still I feel it puts the submissive in a frame of mind more conducive to effective discipline.

My monologue was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. Ordinarily I will not interrupt my session, and the call will be forwarded to voice mail, but for some reason I answered the call immediately without even recognizing the caller number.

It was a female probation officer who was doing a pre-sentencing report on Kristen, who had pled guilty to a drug charge. The report seemed to be a formality, as it had been agreed upon in court she would receive probation. I assured the p. o. that Kristen was a model employee, but that if I found any future indication of illegal drug use, I would not hesitate to terminate her employment.

The woman struck me as rather naïve, one of the questions she asked if I were aware of any drug pushers frequenting my bar. Absolutely not, I replied, emphasizing that I would not jeopardize my liquor license, by tolerating their presence.

My phone conversation was interrupted by an outburst from Elizabeth, complaining of her discomfort. I quickly placed my hand over the mouthpiece and stepped outside the dungeon door, until completing the call. When I returned Elizabeth was still complaining.

Prior to her arrival, I had readied a pair of my soiled panties. The bitch quickly sensed their purpose upon seeing them in my hand. “Open bitch, you need to get acquainted with my scent”, I commanded as I prepared for insertion.

She foolishly refused to open her mouth, knowing that the panties would go in one way or another. I pulled up her sweater and bra, and violently twisted her left nipple with my fingers. This evoked a shriek of pain, but her mouth opened and in went the panties. I stood back, smiling and admiring my work, “Can’t talk can you” I remarked tauntingly.

If Elizabeth had been a hardened pain slut, such as Felicia, I would have had no qualms about leaving her painfully winched and panty gagged for hours. Being that she was a novice, realistically I knew she couldn’t be left in that position, unattended and for any extended period. Not often does it happen, but someone can choke with a panty gag and my track record for avoiding serious injury is unblemished.

Submissives don’t stay clothed for long in my dungeon, and I was already disappointed over her lack of expensive attire. So I put my heavy duty scissors to use and in short order she was completely nude, every item of her outer and inner garments were in shreds, her shoes removed. I assured her that JC would bring some new clothes for her, when it came time to be released..

I once again sat down on the chair in front of her, and resumed my monologue. She could expect a blend of corporal punishment, strap on sex, and oral sex, I was to be addressed as “Mistress” and no speaking without my permission was allowed. All routine for a dungeon, but for a novice it has to spelled out.

One task JC was insistent that I perform, was a thorough interrogation of Elizabeth, specifically the details of all previous and any current affairs. I’m quite adept at extracting this type of information from submissives, but in the case of Elizabeth I sensed it would be difficult to accomplish within the allotted twenty four hour period.

I decided that electroshock therapy was appropriate in this case. The unit I used previously had fallen into disrepair, and sat idly for nearly two years. Finally I purchased a new unit from a bondage trainer in Rochester. Technical support for such equipment is hard to come by, fortunately my source is competent in this area, and returning the unit to Rochester if necessary, wasn’t all that burdensome.

My previous unit was programmed to deliver shocks automatically, if the audio intensity of the sub in response to enunciation training, was insufficient. It came with a CD containing numerous phrases for recital such as “I’m a useless slut”. The new unit delivered shocks only manually, and could be used with or without a CD.

Elizabeth, aware of its purpose without being told, grimaced as I rolled the electroshock cart into place in front of her. Four electrodes were attached, one to each nipple, one to each side of her groin and the procedure was explained to her. She would enunciate each of the CD phrases as loudly as possible, if I adjudged them insufficient, shocks of progressively increasing intensity would be administered.

My older unit could be programmed to deliver shocks to one or any combination of the four electrodes, it also had a random capability. The new unit offered only manual control and only for one electrode at a time.

Elizabeth’s painful position was eased, as her wrists were re cuffed to the front and connected above to the overhead, her legs remained spread and attached to floor bolts. A cervical type leather collar was attached to her neck, and padlocked in place. This helps to promote proper body posture, and reinforces the feeling of helplessness when the submissive realizes that it can not be removed without a key, no matter how hard they may try.

To her credit, Elizabeth performed well on the enunciation training and I felt guilty about delivering the maximum shock to her My shocks were slow and deliberate, as I tried to keep her guessing which electrode would be shocked next. After three consecutive left nipple shocks for example, I might deliver one to the groin, then the left nipple once again.

After about fifteen minutes of shock therapy, I was satisfied both that Elizabeth would likely have laryngitis the next day, and more importantly that she would be in a frame of mind conducive to interrogation.

I pulled my chair back a few feet from her, and sat in a leisurely manner, quite pleased by the anguish she was experiencing. She was not gagged, and knew that any speaking without permission would result in immediate flogging. The fact that she remained silent, was one indicator that her training was progressing adequately.

Once again my cell phone rang and it was from Noreen. She had been assigned to visit the academy daily to monitor the disciplinary program. Of specific concern to me was that without oversight, Headmistress Cecilia might become somewhat lax in application of the protocols. I fully anticipated she would resent Noreen’s daily visits.

Noreen was visibly upset as she spoke It seems that when she arrived at the academy, the day before, that the cadets assigned to the digging project were sitting down and having leisurely chats amongst themselves.

What upset Noreen the most, was that Cecilia had embarrassed her in front of the cadets, by making reference to me as the “long legged bitch from hell”, and by expressing her resentment of the daily compliance visits.

Needless to say I don’t take kindly to being referred to as “a bitch”, as well as to my anatomy or any other epithet. I assured Noreen that upon my visit this week on Friday, that Cecilia would be subjected to a private discipline session with me in the comfort of her academy quarters.

With Elizabeth’s training in progress, Kelly’s scheduled departure, and the prospect of a week end at the academy, it was definitely shaping up as a good week for me.

END PART 60