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MEMORIES OF
LONG TALL MARY Part 68
by Long Tall
Mary
It was a
pleasant drive back to Syracuse, with few slow moving vehicles on the two lane
roads, and light traffic on I-81. I switched to the 70s channel on XM Radio to
avoid a glut of surf related music on the 60s channel.
My first
stop was at my downtown bar to conduct an unannounced inspection. Sunday
afternoon would be busy due to NFL football. Kristen, one of my two full time
waitresses, would be on duty from 10:00AM, and would be joined at 1:00 by Patti,
my bar manager. The old cliché “While the cat is away, the mouse will play”, is
most applicable to Kristen, who has a tendency to work at less than optimal
efficiency, when not under direct supervision.
Upon
entering the bar precisely at noon, I found that my expectation had been
fulfilled. With the juke box blaring Kristen was dancing by herself on the
dance floor, apparently for the benefit of the four male customers, who were
occupying the adjacent booth. Immediately after seeing me she abruptly halted
her disco act, prompting a round of applause from the customers. “Good
afternoon Maam” she said, smilingly but nervously.
Kristen
headed behind the bar, as I briefly exchanged pleasantries with the four
customers. I then confronted my errant waitress, offering her an opportunity to
explain her actions. “I was just trying to be friendly with the customers,
maam” was her response. She was ordered to report to my home at 7:00PM the next
day, Monday, for unspecified discipline.
Kristen is
savvy enough to be aware that “discipline” at my home entails corporal
punishment, not to mention various bondage sex acts. What I didn’t tell her was
that I intended for her to perform two or three hours of housecleaning duty,
without pay of course, and if satisfactory she would be released without any
further punishment. Kristen whined in protest, but I stood firm, emphasizing
that if she failed to show, her bar employment was terminated.
My mansion,
while luxurious, is in perpetual interior disarray. This is in large part due
to my aversion to housecleaning work. I am reluctant to hire a housekeeper,
because of the sensitive activities that so often transpire within. In the past
Felicia has served as a housekeeper, but she has is frequently AWOL, or in
jail.
Satisfied
that Kristen would agonize over her fate for the next nineteen hours, I left
the bar after less than twenty minutes and headed for Camillus. Lorraine, my
dungeon monitor, had already informed me that her male slave had been there
with her for about two hours.
Kevin fashions himself as masculine, but is
religiously submissive to his femdom, he was a live in with and the property of
Lorraine for several months. He is homophobic and refuses to cross dress. However
at some point he had become incorrigible and Lorraine had shipped him to Master
Joe for forced bondage discipline. Joe is a brutal trainer and his sessions
consist heavily of forced gay sex, combined with painful cbt and extensive body
flagellation. I couldn’t wait to see the change in Kevin’s attitude following
his visit there.
When I
arrived home Kevin was bound tightly to a chair in the living room. He was
cross dressed; wearing a short black
dress, stockings, heels, an atrocious looking blond wig and was heavily made up.
I assumed he had been dressed that way by Master Joe before being delivered to
my place. Lorraine was all smiles and insisted I watch a training video Joe had
shot of Kevin, but I pleaded lack of time; sometime soon, I promised. I knew
better than to address Kevin, he couldn’t speak without permission, and like
most male subs I regard him with contempt, not worthy of speaking to.
Lorraine
briefed me of the status of my two house guests, Felicia and Kelly. Felicia’s
behavior had been excellent and I decided to free her from the collar chain
restraint. If nothing else I needed my pussy tongued, having been deprived of
Noreen’s services the previous night.
Felicia was allowed to dress in her customary
mini-skirt along with a bikini top. She was restricted to inside the house; all
the doors are electronically looked from both indoors and outdoors, so the
chance of escape is greatly reduced. Realistically, Felicia was in no mood to
escape, as she was looking to beginning her jail sentence on Wednesday and
getting it behind her. I intended to accompany her to court, at which time the five
hundred dollar cash bail I had posted for her, would be returned to me.
The status
report on Kelly had improved from the previous one, but she still had not
accepted the fact that tomorrow she would become the property of Mother Jugs’
lesbian biker gang. Kelly was still spread eagled uncomfortably to the mattress
springs, and I made no attempt to speak with her. Before Lorraine departed, she
injected Kelly with a long acting tranquilizer and with luck it would keep her
sedated and groggy until 10:00 the next morning, this being the scheduled time
of her transfer
The
remainder of the day was used to catch up on some neglected matters, such as
the chat room I usually host, as well as my continuing research into the stock
market. Kelly was monitored periodically over the CCTV and when I did enter her
room personally, she began pleading with me to reconsider her pending transfer.
I simply ignored her, thinking to myself she should be grateful to me. After
all, she was simply a piece of rural white trash destined to marginal economic
status and dependence upon some male scumbag.
In the
evening I did watch the NFL football game, and one of my hankerings is to have
my pussy licked while I enjoy the game or chat on the phone. Felicia was more
than willing, but my preference is to bind the subs wrists behind them, attach
a belt around my waist, collar the sub, and then attach a leash from he collar
to the belt, so that the sub’s face is forced squarely into my cunt. She performed
her duties adequately for nearly forty five minutes before I freed her from the
restraints, and relieved her of the duty.
By ten
o’clock I was ready for sleep and rather than bed Felicia down with me, I
locked her in the empty guest bedroom, where she was not restrained. Soon after
taking a night time prescription sleeping aid, I was able to obtain a quality
nights sleep.
At 8:00AM I
received a call on my cell from Mother Jugs. There had been a change of plans
regarding Kelly; instead of Jugs taking delivery of her and then transporting
her to Jug’s place, this would be done by two of Master Joe’s associates. They
would arrive at 10:00AM. I was somewhat surprised that Jugs did not care to
view her new acquisition in person, before taking delivery of her.
Kelly was
gagged to prevent any outbursts before the arrival of her transporters.
Precisely at 10:00, a truck bearing markings of the “Happy Ice Company” pulled
into the driveway and the two transporters were at my door. I had not seen them
before and they bore a striking resemblance to the “Lenny” and “Squiggy”
characters, of Laverne and Shirley fame.
This was not
the first time I had seen the Happy Ice truck used for slave transport. At the
academy Andrea’s boy friend, Juan, had come to the academy seeking to free his
girl friend, who had been confined for the weekend. He was overpowered,
restrained and driven away in the refrigerated compartment of the truck.
Upon
answering the door, Squiggy tersely remarked “where is the bitch”. I replied
she was in the bedroom, prompting Squiggy to motion to Lenny, who had been
standing in front of the truck. Lenny removed a two wheel shipping dolly from
the rear of the truck and rolled it into the garage.
The two
thuggish transporters then donned ski masks, and accompanied me to the bedroom,
where Kelly caught her first glimpse of them before Squiggy produced a roll of
duct tape. I derive great pleasure from seeing the terrified expression on a
sub as two masked men approach, one carrying duct tape.
After removing my ball gag, he wrapped the
tape completely around the lower portion of her head, covering her mouth up to
the nose. They then removed her from the bed restraints, each grabbed her by
one arm, and she was led out to the garage. This enabled her to see the
shipping dolly she would be attached to and could only add to her terror. She
was then placed on the dolly facing forward. Squiggy used three rolls of duct
tape to meticulously bind her arms, wrists, upper torso, legs, thighs and
ankles, to the cart. Little remained of her body, below the neck, that wasn’t
covered with tape. I had fitted Kelly with a loose fitting, black sleeveless
house dress earlier. Even a slave being transported in a refrigerated truck
deserves a modicum of dignity and it would ease the pain somewhat when it came
time to remove the tape.
Squiggy
completed his work by wrapping another half roll of tape around her head at eye
level, leaving only a small hole for her nose to protrude from. Lenny then
wheeled the dolly from the garage and up the ramp to the storage compartment of
the ice truck. The dolly was secured to a wall mount with additional tape,
preventing it from being tipped. The door was then slammed shut and locked.
As is
customary, Master Joe’s transporters were swift and efficient at securing their
cargo. Likewise, both had few words to say to me, not even any type of small
talk, before the truck pulled forward out of the driveway carrying Kelly to her
new home.
END PART 68
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