Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 62

by Long Tall Mary

The stench of Felicia’s urine quickly outweighed the joy of seeing her painfully bound on the living room floor at our feet. We carried her into the unoccupied guest bedroom and left her bound and locked inside. It was apparent to me by now that Noreen’s rope work would hold, despite a determined effort by Felicia to free herself. Noreen appeared greatly relieved when I offered this opinion.

Next it was time to continue with the interrogation of Elizabeth. If successful I would release her to JC later in the day or early Friday, in order that Noreen and I could arrive early Friday afternoon at the academy.

Felicia would remain in confinement for the weekend, thus a dungeon monitor was necessary for her, as well as Kelli. I had already contacted Lorraine, the psychiatric nurse, and she was willing to baby sit for me. Her only condition was that her current male slave be allowed to stay with her, she assured me he would be restrained continuously and not be exposed to the females.

Elizabeth had now been standing, securely bound to the overhead, for several hours. I had removed her gag during my absence but left her cervical posture collar tightly attached. Such prolonged discomfort can wither the defiance of the most snooty bitch. As I rolled the electroshock cart up to her she pleaded to be allowed to answer whatever questions I might ask.

This time she was more forthcoming in her admissions. She related five or six sexual encounters with the news anchor. Overall he was well hung but she complained that he was fixated on oral sex. She was pleased enough with his overall performance that she longed to continue the relationship, but was fearful of retaliation by his wife.

The major surprise was her next revelation, that she was having sex with Tim, the backup chauffeur for JC. Although he was twenty years younger, Elizabeth described him as the most hung male she had ever known. Adding to his appeal was his lack of emphasis on oral sex. They had at least four trysts at his place, but reportedly Tim was trying to wind down the affair for fear of incurring JC’s wrath.

Elizabeth stated she was attracted to these affairs because of JC’s erectile dysfunction problem. Despite his rugged good looks and extremely assertive personality, JC suffered from some neurological disorder, which made it difficult for him to attain a serviceable erection.

JC was a prodigious consumer of Viagra and reportedly was involved in the clinical trials of a new erectogenic drug, none of which seemed to help. “Perhaps they gave him the placebo” I quipped, and drew the first trace of a laugh from the bitch.

Elizabeth fully expected I would sympathize with her and pleaded with me not to let JC know that I was aware of his impotence. I certainly had no sympathy for the gold digging bitch, furthermore she was aware of JC’s problem before they married.

I found myself in a quandary of business ethics. My contractual obligation was to provide the paying customer with all the information I elicited during the interrogation. Yet if he were aware that a third person was aware of his condition, that person would likely incur his lifelong contempt. Still I found it puzzling that he would have Elizabeth committed to my custody for torture, for fear that the secret would be betrayed.

JC is not someone whom you wish for an enemy. To cite one example, he is a real estate mogul owning considerable property downtown. Several years ago the owner of some property he wished to acquire, refused his buyout offer. The building, then vacant, was destroyed by a fire listed as arson, and the case was never solved. JC never acquired the building, but for the owner it was a total loss as the building was uninsured. Rumors have persisted over the years linking JC to organized crime.

After due consideration I decided not to inform him of Elizabeth’s discontent over his sexual performance problems. She seemed greatly relieved by my decision, and I’m certain it was her only positive feeling from the session.

When a bitch is cooperative she must be rewarded. Elizabeth had been standing and attached to the overhead since her arrival, so I permitted her the relative comfort of my basement holding cell. She was unrestrained but her posture collar was left in place and loosened, with the padlock assuring she could not remove it even with her hands free.

Elizabeth would still have to undergo some leash training before her release, but I would give her a half hour or so of rest. From upstairs I telephoned JC who was greatly relieved to learn of the affairs. He assured me that the chauffeur would be “dealt with accordingly”. JC would arrive at my house and take delivery of his wife at 8:00AM Friday, as initially scheduled.

In cases like this I have a release ritual. The sub is naked and led on a leash to a room where her owner awaits. She must kneel and recite a prepared script, typically confessing to the error of her ways and imploring forgiveness. Elizabeth would be no exception.

It was time to check on the welfare of my two other submissive guests’, Felicia and Kelly. I decided for good measure to leave Felicia hogtied in the bedroom and with the urine stained panties in her mouth. An inspection of her bonds showed they would quite secure and I once again complimented Noreen on her rope tying ability.

Kelly, still uncomfortably bound in a kneeling position on the guest bedroom floor, showed no sign of surrender and continued to glare at me. I just smiled before changing her position once again. The mattress was removed from the bed frame, leaving only the spring coils. With help from Noreen, Kelly was transferred to a position lying face up on the springs. Leather cuffs were used to spread eagle her

wrists and ankles, she would spend the night in this most uncomfortable position.

I decided this would be a good time for Noreen to practice strap on technique on a female. Handing her a strap on device, I commanded “Mistress , change into appropriate attire and introduce this bitch to the joy of anal strap on sex”. Noreen knew better than to protest, and she went to the washroom to change.

She returned in a few minutes wearing the five and a half inch black anal intruder around her waist, and clad only in a black bikini. For Noreen’s comfort I placed two pillows on the springs for her to kneel on. There was enough play in the ankle cuffs to allow sufficient access, they would be spread much more tightly following the sex.

Noreen mounted Kelly and for the next ten minutes she was continuously occupied in brutal anal thrusts. Kelly was in visible pain and unable to avoid making delectable moans through her gag. To add a musical backdrop, I played the recording “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” over the sound system at a moderate volume level.

My impression of Noreen’s bearing and technique was most favorable. Considering her distaste for lesbian sex, I could only imagine her dynamics when performing upon a male sub.

I decided that Noreen deserved some enjoyable coital sex, so I employed a technique I rarely use. After directing Noreen to remove her strap on, I produced a locked dildo gag for Kelly to wear. The external portion featured a seven inch polyurethane blue intruder, with a shorter black leather clock for the mouth. Strapped into place this assured ample penetration of Noreen’s fuck hole, as Kelly lie on her back.

Both Noreen and Kelly were taken by surprise by this toy. I’ve seen pictures on bondage web sites of subs wearing them, but I’m not aware of any of my associate dominatrix ever using one in practice. “You will pleasure your Mistress” I commanded to Kelly, not that she had any choice in the matter.

I issued the command “mount” to Noreen and she duly obliged, commencing vigorous thrusting into the dildo gag of the already ravaged Kelly. Not quite what either of them expected, but Noreen appeared to be enjoying herself considerably more than she had during the anal phase. The unusually strenuous activity assured the dominatrix a mild aerobic workout, as well as multiple orgasms.

After nearly five minutes I released Noreen from her position. The locked dildo gag looked so good I decided to keep it in place. Kelly would continue her solitary restraint and confinement. The particular gag can be slipped off by a determined sub and to prevent this from happening, I placed a full face muzzle with locking padlock on Kelly, and attached the dildo gag to that. A large mirror at the foot of the bed assured Kelly would be able to enjoy viewing herself in a helpless state.

Before sitting down in the living room for a short break, I decided to transfer Felicia from her floor hogtie into the cage. Once caged she would remain there at least until the next morning. I still hadn’t decided upon an appropriate resolution for the foolish bitch. My inclination was to find a buyer for her, but realistically this was improbable. The loss of the five hundred dollars bail would be a loss well worth incurring.

After cutting loose her hogtie I made her hop down the hall to the bathroom, and I delegated Noreen the task of hosing her down in the bathtub. Felicia was then made to hop back to the bedroom and locked in the cage. Her wrists and ankles would remain bound, but I did remove her gag. To taunt her I selected one of the gospel music channels on XM, and piped it into the bedroom.

No sooner had I returned to the living room than did the phone ring, it was Lorraine. She was nearby and asked if she could stop over to discuss some matter. Less than five minutes later her van pulled into the driveway and she emerged, clad in her customary sweat pants and sweat shirt.

Lorraine was unusually giddy and blurted out that her male slave, Kevin , was in the rear of the van. It seems that he had been disobedient in recent days, and for punishment she was taking him to a gay bondage trainer for a forty eight hour stay. Since Kevin is a homophile, the thought of forced gay sex was most unsettling. Lorraine gleefully described his vehement reaction, which necessitated injecting him with a sedative before she could place him in the van.

Forced gay sex for homophobic male subs has long been my trademark. Lorraine would be transporting her slave to Master Joe, the leather goods store owner, whom I’ve dealt with so many times. He is always more than willing to provide that type of training, although his session fees tend to be rather high. Master Joe is the leader of a loose consortium of gay male doms. His session agreements stipulate that any one or more of these trainers may be used, his dungeon is located in the same renovated factory complex that houses his store.

Lorraine insisted that Noreen and I come out to the van and take a look at Kevin. At my stage in life I’m hardly aroused by a caged male sub, but for the sake of harmony I agreed. Lorraine is quite an egomaniac and has a tendency to extol her talents and worth. Her slovenly appearance is a turn off as well, but unfortunately I need her services periodically so I go along with her vanity.

Kevin was locked in a cage in the rear of the van. Clad only in panties, fishnets and a muscle shirt, he was not otherwise restrained but was quite groggy from the sedation. He had nothing to say even as Lorraine delivered a verbal trashing of his masculinity for our benefit.

After that the three of us stood in the driveway chatting for a few minutes, before Lorraine left. She would be returning later to serve as my dungeon monitor, but Kevin would remain at Master Joe’s during this period. Lorraine’s visit had been a waste of time although Noreen appeared quite pleased at the sight of a caged male slave.

As my presence was needed at the bar during the evening, Elizabeth’s training would be completed before I left and she would be secured for the night. JC would arrive to pick her up at 8:00AM. To some degree it was disappointing that she would only be confined for twenty four hours, as she is the type I am most eager to train, however my services were needed at the academy on Friday, the appeal of disciplining the errant cadets outweighed the necessity to release Elizabeth.

Accompanied by Noreen, I went to the basement where Elizabeth was sitting on the floor mattress of the holding cell. Evidently she thought I was now her friend as when I approached she greeted me by trying to make some small talk. My response was to unlock the cell door, grab her by the ring of her collar and deliver a painful flogger lash across her breasts. I reminded her that dungeon etiquette was still in effect, and this included not speaking without permission.

For the purposes of leash training I removed her cervical posture collar and replaced it with a smaller leather collar. This too was padlocked in place and she would wear it until she was released the next morning.

Next I decided to try out a new piece of fetish attire on Elizabeth. This consisted of a black vinyl one piece jumpsuit which after stepping into was zipped up in the front. Master Joe had custom made it for me some months ago and it seemed like it would fit Elizabeth. Indeed it did, and zipping it up to just below resulted in her boobs thrust out in a most titillating manner. This was most desirable and would allow for any flagellation I might choose to administer.

There are three leashing postures which I employ, One consists of leading the sub on a leash crawling on hands and knees, a variation is to allow the sub to walk while leashed. The third and most taxing to the sub, is to be required to crawl on their knees with wrists bound behind them. It was the third method that I would use on Elizabeth, her wrists were placed in leather cuffs and attached to her rear to a belt which was tightly fastened around her waist.

Before she began her crawl I instructed her on the forgiveness scrip that she was to deliver to JC in the morning. Her enunciation was not acceptable and it took several flogger lashes to her breasts before it was correct.

For nearly thirty minutes the leash training continued. Leading her by the leash, crawling on her knees upon the carpeted dungeon floor, she was required to continually make barking sounds. Periodically she would fetch a bone at the opposite end of the floor and return it to me, holding it in her teeth.

Satisfied overall with her progress, I removed the vinyl jumpsuit and placed her back in the cell, nudity is the rule for subs confined overnight. Elizabeth would remain there until JC arrived to pick her up in he morning, with periodic inspections by Noreen, who would also monitor her over the CCTV. Noreen was instructed not to engage in any conversation with Elizabeth, and was given discretion to pipe various music into the cell

Noreen would also be responsible for monitoring Kelly and Felicia. Kelly would remain spread eagled to the mattress springs in one guest bedroom, and Felicia bound in a cage in the other guest bedroom. The same instructions as far as not speaking, and music would apply to them.

Satisfied that my guests’ were in good hands I left for the bar and eagerly anticipating tomorrows visit to the academy.

END PART 62