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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 71
by Long Tall Mary
The fact that for two days I had no submissives to confine was a rather welcome relief. In addition to spending the time catching up on my correspondence, it gave me the opportunity to spend time mixing with the customers at my bar. The force of my personality is such that many customers enjoy my presence and small talk, many of them know I am a dominatrix and no doubt are curious about the lifestyle.
Occasionally just to whet their appetites I will carry a set of handcuffs on my belt or, even a flogger. It is quite interesting to see the looks it evokes, but seldom is there any overt discussion of bondage. I will permit some displays of bondage by some of the customers who are into the lifestyle, but I do try to minimize it. For example a guy might bring his sub girlfriend into the bar on a leash and collar, if he were to do so frequently I would put a stop to it. No corporal activity, such as flogging, is permitted
In the afternoon I received a call from Lorraine, Charge Nurse at the state psychiatric center, that April was ready to be released immediately. Allowing for the nearly ninety minute drive to the academy, I could return her there by 5:00 PM. This meant transporting her alone in my van. The thought of transporting a captive cutie, hogtied and gagged, in the rear of a van is always most titillating. The only disadvantage in this case would be that I would be deprived of the opportunity to personally molest the bitch while in motion.
Within a half hour I arrived at the psychiatric center and was met by Lorraine in her office. She provided a much abbreviated account of April’s diagnosis and treatment. The diagnosis was malingering and the therapy consisted of “administering various drugs interspersed with corporal punishment”. A sealed envelope was handed to me containing directions to Headmistress Cecilia regarding future treatment. I quickly took a silent burn to not being made privy to the contents; prudently I did not express my sentiments as Lorraine can become quite vindictive.
Another surprise awaited me. April was secured in a strait jacket along with leather ankle cuffs, connected by a short hobble. I had toted my jobber bag along with me, eager to rope April inside the facility before leading her to the van. She was to be transported in the strait jacket, placed in solitary confinement and wear the device at all times in the cell unless directed by higher authority, meaning the CEO. Only liquid nourishment was allowed. This unusual arrangement had been decreed personally by the CEO, in a telephone call to Lorraine. I seethed with rage at the fact that I had not been consulted. Sensing this, Lorraine tried to reassure me the CEO had indicated he “would be most receptive to my input at a later date”. I knew better than to attempt to pry details from her.
Any feelings of benevolence I once had for April no longer existed. Her role in instigating the student strike confirmed my opinion that she was an incorrigible troublemaker and accordingly she would feel the full force of my sadistic wrath. With the medical briefing session complete, I attached a collar around her neck and used a leash to lead her to the van. She was quite groggy from the medications and knew better than to attempt any conversation with me.
Once inside the van I used the leash to attach her collar to a bolt on the floor; this assured minimal movement. She was fitted with a full face leather hood, with openings for the mouth and nostrils; her mouth was occupied by a funnel type gag. To provide for her sexual needs I threaded a six inch dildo into her cunt, and positioned the crotch strap of the strait jacket to hold it in place. The vibrate speed was set on low, with sufficient battery life to assure adequate stimulation for the duration of the ninety minute trip.
Numerous cell phone calls occupied a significant portion of my driving time. The first was a call from Mother Jugs complaining about Kelly, the slave she recently acquired from me. She just wasn’t meeting Jugs expectations, but being a heterosexual female enslaved by a lesbian biker gang requires patience, a quality Jugs sorely lacks. You sometimes have to be forcefully candid when dealing with a customer like Jugs. I told her under no circumstances would I take Kelly back, but that when time permitted I would assist in her training, at the biker compound. This pacified Jugs temporarily, but I knew that my problems were just beginning; I would have been better off never picking up Kelly hitchhiking.
Headmistress Cecilia was my next caller, pestering me for details on April’s status. I assured her that I knew little and that she would have to wait until opening the sealed envelope from the psychiatric center. The fact that I had been explicitly told not to open the envelope before reaching the academy was perturbing me greatly. I really couldn’t blame Cecilia for this, but I would soon take the matter up personally by telephone with the New York City based CEO. Cecilia’s attitude became less inquisitive and more subservient, after I suggested that a personal bondage session with her might be a good thing, and it would take place later in the evening.
Upon arrival at the academy, and having called ahead, the cadets were assembled in formation in the parking lot. The purpose was so that they witness the harsh manner in which April was being treated, in the hope that it would deter them from any future rebellion. Without removing April’s hood I roughly removed her from the van and with assistance from Noreen she was placed upright on a two wheel shipping dolly. A wide leather strap attached her to the vertical frame and the blindfold portion of her hood was removed, enabling her to experience the humiliation of knowing she was being observed by her fellow cadets.
With the cadets standing at rigid attention I delivered a brief speech describing April’s punitive regimen, which would consist of prolonged solitary confinement and corporal punishment. In addition she might be transferred to the academy’s sister facility in Massachusetts, this being a boot camp type of detention facility.
Satisfied that I had made my point, Noreen was directed to wheel the dolly with April aboard to the freight entrance and to the basement solitary cell via the elevator. I am not a fan of straitjackets and regardless of the CEO’s wishes, April would not be wearing it on my watch. If the CEO desired otherwise he could find a new associate disciplinary head mistress, something I was confident he wouldn’t do.
After removing April from the dolly I removed the hood, gag, and straitjacket, leaving the ankle hobbles in place. The trusty alkaline batteries were still causing her vibrator to hum away, so I removed it reasoning that she had experienced enough orgasmic pleasure for the day, and at any rate the vibrator was not included in the CEO’s regimen. She gave me the most venomous look I’ve had in a long time. This of course I found most gratifying as the purpose of bondage discipline is not to endear oneself to the sub. The sub’s animosity towards her dominatrix is my pleasure, one which I savor.
I then stripped her down to bra, panties and hose before using leather wrist cuffs to attach her to overhead rungs in the cell. Over the years I have found that this type of forced endurance standing is a very effective means of motivating misbehaving subs. April would remain in this position for several hours, and I slammed the cell door shut without saying a word to her before leaving.
Cecilia’s fear was palpable as I entered her office and promptly demanded to see the contents of the sealed envelope. To my surprise it contained nothing other than the diagnosis, with no mention of the treatment performed, nor any such recommendations for the future. The nurse at the academy was authorized to administer injections if deemed necessary, but since sedatives are not kept in stock at the dispensary it was of no value.
What was most perplexing was the order to keep April restrained continually in the straitjacket, for an unspecified duration. Straitjackets require expertise to apply which no at the academy possessed, wearing one obviously interferes with feeding and toilet use. I’ve kept many subs in solitary confinement, they are often collar chained to a floor bolt, but they are never deprived of the use of their hands for an extended period. My holding cell is provided with a bucket for waste discharges, emptying the bucket is a task I delegate to my assistant whenever possible.
A call to the CEO resulted in my perplexity being compounded. The CEO stated he had not issued any orders concerning April’s punishment, nor was he aware of any issued by anyone at the academy. My sense is that he was being truthful which meant that Lorraine was fabricating orders. She does have a mercurial side to her temperament, for example she might occasionally hang up on me abruptly after a phone chat. I also know she is immersed in studies of the occult, but I could not fathom her current behavior. Eventually I would bring the matter to a head with her. With the straitjacket having been removed April would be kept in solitary confinement for two days, with no additional restraints. A decision would be made at that time on how to deal with her.
Cecilia was greatly relieved to learn this, also to alleviate her high anxiety, I informed her that I was cancelling my planned bondage session today with her, but I couldn’t refrain from suggesting she would look good in the straitjacket and perhaps I would have her wear it for the night during my upcoming weekend visit.
Satisfied that all was in good hands at the academy I left for home. Thursday night was karaoke night at my bar and I’ve come to look forward to being present at each show.
END PART 71
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