Memories Of Long Tall Mary

FEAR OF LONG TALL MARY Part 61

by Long Tall Mary

Leaving Elizabeth alone for a few minutes, I went upstairs and placed a call to the chair of the academy board of directors. In no uncertain terms I expressed my unhappiness with the pace of the disciplinary program in general, and the humiliation of Noreen by Headmistress Cecilia in particular. He was quite receptive and assured me that positive results would soon be forthcoming.

Elizabeth was sporting a full mound of pubic hair and a forced shaving is a very effective means of humiliating someone of her snooty demeanor. While my hand tremors prevented me from doing the shaving personally, Felicia was more than willing to perform the task.

To my knowledge the two were not acquainted, but I felt it best that Felicia wear a ski mask to prevent identification. Masking Elizabeth would have deprived me of the gratification inherent from viewing the agony of the shavee.

You can imagine the look of consternation when Elizabeth saw Felicia, wearing a ski mask, approached her carrying a can of lather and a razor. Without being told, Elizabeth knew what was about to take place and she made a pitiful plea to be spared. My reaction was a severe flogger lash across her breasts, for speaking without permission.

I stood smiling with my arms crossed as Felicia pulled up a stool in front of Elizabeth, and began the shaving process. It took nearly ten minutes to complete but Elizabeth was able to resist any further speech, knowing that more painful lashes would result. To satisfy the sadistic needs of Felicia, I permitted her to attach a pair of nipple clamps to Elizabeth, and yank them back and forth a few times, following the shaving. The shrieks of pain that resulted just added to my gratification.

It was time for the interrogation of Elizabeth to commence. First of all I was privy to some information that JC was not aware of. Elizabeth had been carrying on some type of affair with a local TV news anchor, both of whom were members of the Pine Grove Golf Club and Fitness Center.

Elizabeth was known to use the Pine Grove lounge as a watering hole after completing her workouts. A few weeks ago she had been imbibing in the lounge with her paramour, when his wife appeared unexpectedly. A loud argument ensued, and only the intervention of staff prevented a physical altercation.

As a result Elizabeth’s membership was suspended. Fearful that JC would learn of the affair, she did not pursue the matter with the club manager. I would certainly make JC aware of it, and hopefully other adverse information as well.

I began the interrogation by asking neutral questions, such as “how old are you”, of course these elicited the correct answers. Then came the more sensitive questions. Elizabeth initially denied the affair with the news anchor, and she was painfully shocked for her deception. At the time I had not let on that I was aware of this affair, the question was phrased in generic terms.

It is amazing what inducement to be truthful, a few well placed shocks can do. Elizabeth confessed to the news anchor affair, but denied having had sex with him. This brought to mind a similar characterization by a former American president.

It quickly became apparent that I wasn’t about to extract much additional information from her. In her presence, I made a phone call to JC and requested that her period of confinement be extended for up to seventy two hours. This elicited an expletive by her, intended to be heard by JC. Putting down the phone for a moment, I silenced her by hastily applying a ball gag before resuming my conversation.

With JC you simply don’t demand something, you must politely suggest. In this case he readily accepted my suggestion, and seemed particularly pleased that I made him aware of the news anchor affair. The look of apprehension about Elizabeth, as I carried on this conversation, was a delight. She now had to anticipate JC’s retribution, not only upon her but possibly to the anchor as well.

Upon completing my phone conversation, I decided to leave Elizabeth alone for a few minutes, as I had some matters to attend to upstairs. She would be monitored on the CCTV and for further spite I announced that I would be inviting the news anchor’s wife to serve as a guest dominatrix, of course I had no such intention.

Elizabeth blanched at this threat, which was made even more credible by my reciting of the wife’s cell phone number. I’m not about to say how I obtained the number, but I simulated leaving a message on her voice mail to call me. Striving to contain my glee, I went upstairs, leaving Elizabeth in a state of high anxiety.

No sooner did I arrive upstairs, than was I to suffer my own state of high anxiety. My doorbell rang and upon viewing the CCTV, I observed a sheriffs patrol car in my driveway with two uniformed deputies, one a female, standing outside.

As I quickly pondered my response my home phone rang and it was the male deputy in the driveway. “We have an arrest warrant for Felicia Porter, let us inside” he demanded. I assured him that I was not Felicia but that she was dressing, and would walk to the driveway and submit to arrest within two minutes. He was satisfied with this response.

Felicia was standing along side of me, fully aware of what was transpiring. “There must be some mistake”, Felicia stated, trying to sound nonchalant. I didn’t have time to listen, with two females being held against their will, permitting the deputies inside would be a calamity that had to be avoided at all costs.

I assured Felicia that I would bail her out as soon as possible. Without argument she donned her coat and walked out to the driveway, where she was handcuffed before being driven away. My first reaction was to call Noreen and have her drive to my home, this would take nearly an hour.

It was hardly surprising that Felicia was in trouble with the law again. In the years I have known her, she has been in and out of jail numerous times, for such crimes as drug possession, shoplifting, welfare fraud, and assault. She is a career criminal, albeit a low level and bungling type, her jail sentences have never individually exceeded one year.

After making several phone calls, I was able to ascertain the specifics of Felicia’s latest arrest. It seems she had made a phone call to the home of a female corrections officer, and threatened to abduct and sell her into slavery. Felicia had been in this CO’s unit while serving her most recent stint at Jamesville, and for some reason animosity existed between the two.

The CO of course recognized Felicia’s voice, and since Felicia had made the call on my house phone, it had been traced to me. Thus the deputies assumed that Felicia was staying at my home. I had plenty of ideas as how to punish Felicia for her stupidity, but first I needed to get her out of jail, my worst fear was that she would somehow implicate me in the abduction of Kelli.

It was time for me to check on Kelli, who was tightly bound and gagged on a chair in the guest bedroom, as punishment for her earlier tirade. I was met with a hostile glare, which prompted me to remark “you look much too comfortable”. With her wrists and elbows bound separately and attached by another rope to the chair back, it was relatively easy for me to change her position.

The new position was far less comfortable. She was forced to kneel on the carpet with her wrists and elbows bound behind her, these were drawn up by a winching cable I had recently installed. Her ankles were spread and attached by leather cuffs to floor hooks. Smiling, I left her kneeling in anguish while I left the room to attend to other matters.

First off, I decided to hold off on the interrogation of Elizabeth for the time being. After removing her ball gag I’m certain she expected it would remain off. While I hardly found her sexually appealing, for the sake of humiliation I forced some deep mouth kissing upon her and fondled her breasts, before replacing the gag and returning upstairs.

No sooner had I reached upstairs, when another call came in and it was from Headmistress Cecilia. Evidently the chair of the board of directors had ordered her to call and apologize for her treatment of Noreen. Cecilia feigned that it was a misunderstanding, with no humiliation intended. It was obviously troubling for her to make this call, but I played along with her game. My imagination was already percolating as to the specifics of how I would punish her, when I made my Friday visit to the academy.

The next call was from Felicia who was being held downtown at the jail and imploring me to post the $500.00 cash bail that had been set. Realistically I had no choice, so I called Patti, my bar manager, at her home and instructed her to drive to my Camillus home. I would give her the cash, she would bail out Felicia, and drive her back to my house.

Patti and Noreen arrived at my home within two minutes of each other. Patti was handed the money in the garage and she promptly departed, I did not wish for her to be aware of the two females confined inside. I prepared a mixed drink for Noreen, and one for myself, before sitting down in the living room to discuss the course of events.

While I’m not sexually attracted to Noreen as I am to some of my associates, I do periodically enjoy requiring such a woman to service me sexually. I took the opportunity before Felicia’s return to order Noreen to kneel on the living room floor while I sat on the couch and to use her tongue on my pussy. She was assured that if her performance was adequate she would be spared the distaste of being required to service my asshole.

Noreen was visibly upset, after all this was the first time I had propositioned her. She had been exposed to dominatrix sex when she was auditioning for the role as my assistant, and submitted rather reluctantly. I also sensed a distinct lack of enthusiasm when she was assisting me with the female cadets at the academy.

Noreen’s primary interest was in having males submit to her as a dominatrix. She was well off financially, having divorced a wealthy surgeon, and her motivation for bondage was purely for pleasure. Her expectation was that I would assist her in cultivating relationships with male submissives and allow her to use my dungeon for such purposes.

“I could strip and hogtie you on the floor, Felicia will be very happy to use you sexually when she arrives”, I remarked. “All right, you win” she giggled, breaking the ice and assuming the kneeling position. The giggle was a bit contrived, but I’m used to such acting.

I removed my vinyl mini and Noreen burrowed her head in between my legs and began tonguing. Ordinarily the sub has their hands bound behind them during this phase, but I relented in this case. Her mouth work was superb and I allowed her to cease after less than five minutes.

After complimenting Noreen for her quality oral sex, I assured her that within ten days I would procure two male subs for her to bondage. As a condition for this she would have to assist me with the disciplining of Felicia, Kelli, the academy cadets and any other female situations which might arise. In addition periodically she would have to serve me personally, as she had just done orally. For all this she would receive a generous, off the books, compensation package.

“I am at your command Mistress” she replied without hesitation. Noreen was a realist, she despised having to train females but accepted it as a necessary means of attaining her goal of training male subs. She is quite aware of my reputation for bizarre and unpredictable sadism to punish insubordinates.

My main concerns are discussing sensitive matters via telephone or computer. I have strict protocols for these formats, bantam brain types like Felicia violate them most frequently. Who but a bantam would use a traceable house phone to call a former CO and threaten to adduct and sell her into slavery?

Privacy is another major concern. My associates’ are frequently privy to the secrets of the “high and mighty types”, such as JC and Elizabeth, as well as numerous personal information concerning lesser souls. It is made quite clear to my associates’ that misuse of this information will result in swift and harsh punishment of the person responsible.

The vehicle carrying Felicia had just pulled into the driveway and Patti, the driver, had instructed her to walk directly to the living room. “I have to use the ladies room for a few minutes” called Felicia from the kitchen area. Incensed by this disobedience I angrily walked into the kitchen and after grabbing Felicia by the hair and arm, I dragged her into the living room.

I was in no mood not to loose my patience “You stupid cunt, we could have both been arrested for kidnapping because of your love call to your former CO.” “I’m sorry, I was blitzed” Felicia replied with a conspicuous smirk.

Rarely do I slap a subordinate but in this case I stunned her with the most vicious back hander I’ve ever thrown and causing her to land on her back on a chair. “Mistress Noreen” I commanded, “Immediately place Felicia in a rigid hogtie and you will be held personally responsible should she escape”.

This command was sufficient to chill Noreen. At the onset of our relationship, she professed to having no rope tying experience. I informed her it was a prerequisite and provided her with several tutorials and varying sizes and types of ropes. She assured me she was learning, but her “final exam” would be today. If she failed I would permit Felicia to restrain her in any manner she desired, after which I would indeed permit Felicia to take some liberties with Noreen. Immediately after that I would restrain Felicia myself, perhaps even tying them together “Siamese” style.

Felicia knew better than to resist, so this eased Noreen’s assignment considerably. My preliminary observations were that Noreen was doing a first rate job with her bindings. In short time Felicia was in a cross legged hogtie, a rope was looped around her waist and another rope looped underneath her crotch to assure maximum discomfort.

At this point Felicia was still fully attired in her mini and sweater, these would be cut off with heavy duty scissors later. Since delaying Felicia’s use of the bathroom had resulted in her urinating in her pants, it was most appropriate to remove the soggy pants and stick them in her mouth, then secure them with duct tape. I had to threaten to use pliers on her tits to force her to open her mouth but she chose compliance over pain.

Noreen and I enjoyed another drink as Felicia lie helplessly bound and gagged at our feet. I took the opportunity to read the mail and more bad news had arrived, this time from the State Liquor Authority.

A few weeks ago I had held a stag party and fundraiser for one of the long time male customers at my lounge. Part of the program was that I had hired a local female stripper to perform various burlesque dances, clad in contemporary Muslim attire including a burqa. A drawing was held and the winner was entitled to a half hour private “fortune telling” session with the impersonator at the end of the night, in one of the tavern’s private rooms.

The SLA announced it was investigating whether religious harassment, consumer fraud or prostitution had been committed. I found the merits of these allegations ludicrous, but it assured I would have to pay at least $1000.00 to my attorney. Such is the cost of being a bar owner in New York State, especially when you’ve incurred the disfavor of the bureaucracy.

END PART 61