Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 76

By Long Tall Mary

On occasion while working at the bar I will notice someone whom I haven’t seen in a long time. Such happened recently, and the person was April, who had been a cadet at the ill fated boarding school near Ithaca, about three years back. She had been a disciplinary problem since day one, and suffered plenty of punishment including a brief hospitalization at a state psychiatric center.

She had no reason to have any kind feelings towards me, yet there she was sitting at the bar, her 5’6” frame had gained about twenty pounds making her close to two hundred. Her long brown hair still flowered, she was neatly attired in matching black slacks and sweater, with a white blouse. She was well groomed and made up. Upon seeing me she smiled, giving no indication of hostility.

Needless to say I was curious as to what motivated her to pay me a visit. “Good afternoon maam, it’s been a long time” she uttered respectfully as I approached her. Indeed it had been nearly three years since the demise of the boarding school. April indicated she wished to have a private conversation with me. This made me somewhat weary; was she trying to tape some incriminating statement?  None the less I invited her into my private office.

I still had some ill feeling towards April and I directed her to stand at attention while addressing me, as I sat behind my desk. She began with what sounded like a repenting of the error of her ways since she left the academy. Presently 22 years old she had once again seduced an older college professor and became pregnant by him. The affair ended with an abortion and April evolved to live a rather low life existence, living with different guys for a few weeks, before breaking up and moving on.

The guy she was living with presently was an abusive drunk; he wasn’t into bondage, he just enjoyed slapping and punching women. She also had reverted to her pre academy habit of indulging in marihuana and alcohol. April was currently on SSI, as was the drunk she was living with. He was quite possessive and would react violently if she were to move out.

So what was April seeking from me? She claimed to admire the stern discipline administered when I served as Assistant Headmistress for Discipline at the academy, and was willing to become my personal servant if I would provide living quarters and food for her. This indicated to me that her current boyfriend was extremely abusive; April was well aware of my visceral sadism and could expect to be subjected to various tortures.

I decided in favor of the arrangement, at least for a trial period. However it would require an extraction of April from her apartment as her boyfriend would not voluntarily permit her to remove her possessions. For assistance I turned to Master Joe, the gay leather goods store owner, with whom I had collaborated on jobs several times. April, who had no vehicle of her own, had taken a taxi to my home and I personally drove her back to her apartment.

Knowing that some violence was required, Joe was quick to accept my offer and at a very reasonable rate. Evidently he had qualms that I had been undercompensated on my last job, involving the embezzling bookkeeper. The plan was for Joe and two of his thugs to be admitted to the apartment by April. Mike, the boyfriend, would then be overpowered, tied up and sexually abused. He would be aware that April had arranged the home invasion in advance, and she would be delivered to me by Joe.

It was my reluctant decision not to participate in the actual invasion, least some day I might be recognized. Joe’s two associate thugs would only be in the area for a couple of weeks before moving on, so their chances of being recognized were low. None the less after entering they would don ski masks, Joe would enter about two minutes later already masked. Joe is not one to pass up an opportunity for a home invasion.

The operation was scheduled for a Wednesday evening at 7:00 and was consummated flawlessly. Mike answered the door and the two thugs burst in, temporarily incapacitating him with a well placed punch to the stomach. The intruders promptly put on ski masks and with lightning speed Mike was put in a kneeling hogtie, with three rolls of black duct tape. A soiled pair of mens briefs was stuffed in his mouth as a temporary gag. Mike did attempt to struggle, but was no match for the well muscled duo of Cory and Tim.

April sat on the couch, smiling in approval of the plight of her imminent, ex boyfriend. If Mike believed that this was a robbery attempt, it was quickly dispelled by her response. Joe, wearing his ski mask, entered as his associates were putting the finishing touches on Mike’s bindings. Cory, who did all the talking, pulled down Mike’s trousers and briefs to his ankles, leaving his genitals humiliatingly exposed as he knelt hogtied on the floor.

“He looks like a faggot to me, I think sucking cock would be good for him”, quipped Cory. Mike’s pitiful response was to shake his head and plead through his gag. After warning Mike that if he said one word when the underwear gag was removed, that he would need a new set of teeth, Cory replaced the underwear with a Whitehead type of gag. This forced his mouth to remain painfully wide open, and unable to resist any phallic intruder.

For the next ten minutes the three intruders took turns fucking Mike by mouth and forcing him to swallow their wades of ejaculate. Simultaneously he was masturbated by hand, and he was unable to prevent his own copious ejaculation. This prompted Cory to further humiliate Mike, by remarking that only a gay would cum under these circumstances.

All good things must end and April was instructed to gather her belongings and that she would be transported to her new home. Mike would remain hogtied with duct tape and reasonably could be expected to free himself within less than two hours. The Whitehead retainer gag, which had forced his mouth to remain painfully open, was removed and replaced with duct tape wrapped around his head. It was unlikely Mike would be making much noise, even if he were not gagged, least someone else in the apartment building become aware of his predicament.

April had been observing the assault upon Mike with great delight. It took her less than five minutes to gather her belongings and she left without as much as saying goodbye to her now ex boyfriend. My only regret was that I did not have the opportunity to torture Mike personally. Despite my own proclivity to torture subs, I despise those males who persistently abuse their female companions. For some reason these scumbags just never end up in my dungeon, where they would receive their due.

April arrived at my home about twenty minutes after leaving the apartment, having been chauffeured by Master Joe, She had already been told she could expect to be subjected to some type of bondage upon her arrival, not that she wouldn’t have assumed otherwise. My first words to her were to proceed to the bathroom, strip naked, and then report to me in the living room. She was attired in jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, and sneakers, but her lack of anything more formal didn’t trouble me.

April quickly undressed and was standing at attention before me, as I sat on the couch. Without prompting she stated, “At your service Mistress”, with a tone of a chuckle in her voice. My preference is for terrified subs, and April’s demeanor was too comfortable to suit me; it would quickly change. I commented that her obesity was disturbing to me, and the planned regimen which include severe dietary restrictions.

I then attached a leather collar around her neck and padlocked it into place; it would remain in place for the duration of her confinement. She was made to crawl to the guest bedroom while led by a leash, and to bark like a dog. Just basic humiliation, the painful floggings were planned for later on. Once in the bedroom I attached a seven foot heavy duty chain, anchored to the bed frame, to her collar. It was just long enough to allow her to lie down or to stand at the side of the bed.

My penchant has always been to spring some type of drastic surprise upon my sub, and April would be no exception. April had been “sub contracted” so to say, to another dominatrix for training. That dominatrix was none other than Lorraine, who had been April’s nurse during her brief psychiatric hospitalization a few years back. Despite some ill will that existed between Lorraine and I, she agreed to confine April at her own dungeon for approximately seven days. She had distinctly unpleasant memories of April.

These unpleasant memories were of course mutual, and when I informed April of the arrangement she responded angrily “I’ll never serve that fat pig”. This blatant remark cost April a severe flogging and she continued her defiance by lying on the bed and refusing to stand. I dragged the bitch to her feet by the hair, and by the time I had finished she her back, buttocks and boobs were replete with welts. Knowing of Lorraine’s penchant for the bull whip, April would be seeing red for some time to come.

Rather than permit her the relative comfort of sleeping with only the collar and chain, I used leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists to spread eagle her uncomfortably wide.  She would also wear a tightly laced leather hood for the night with attached blindfold; the only comfort is that she would not be gagged. For further spite, I piped some gospel music from one of the XM channels over the CCTV audio.

Whatever sexual attraction April had for me was most certainly diminished by her severe punishment, but it would put her in the proper frame of mind to become a well trained house slave. Ultimately I envisioned her serving in that role and being allowed to remain unrestrained while home alone. My plan was to play the good dominatrix/bad dominatrix routine. In the morning I would pretend to be sympathetic and to regret my decision to send her to Lorraine. As a token of good will I would promise not to tell Lorraine of April’s referring to her as “a pig”. By the time April finished seven days of training with Lorraine she would be putty in my hands, and malleable for my personal servitude.

At 7:00AM I removed April’s hood and spread eagle arrangement before engaging in my customary chicanery. It worked like a charm; she begged not to be sent to Lorraine but I pretended that it was beyond my control. I promised to do everything possible to influence Lorraine to treat her in a reasonably humane manner.

Lorraine arrived as agreed at 8:00AM and much to the surprise, and dismay, of April she was accompanied by Dr. Yen, the thirty something Chinese psychiatrist, who had been the attending physician at the time of the previous commitment. Neither was currently actively employed at the psychiatric center. Lorraine had been forced to retire because of her chronic alcoholism, and Yen was suspended without pay due to allegations he had sexually abused a female patient. It was expected that his employment would be terminated within a few months. In the meantime he was living with Lorraine and serving as her male sub.

My previous encounter with Yen left me with a most unfavorable opinion of him. In addition to my long standing contempt for male subs, Yen on occasion would attempt to play the role of a dom, something he was completely unsuited for. Yen still had his medical license which meant he could prescribe controlled substances, and I am certain this influenced Lorraine’s decision to have him as a sub.

Lorraine was clad in her customary sweatshirt and sweatpants. She had gained weight since I last saw her, and must have been at least 280. Since she only lives ten minutes away from me, it had been agreed she would transport April in her own vehicle. Lorraine was quick to note April’s welts, remarking that she must have been quite defiant to have received so many. I assured her that April had been obedient and was eager to serve her new dominatrix.

At that Lorraine displayed her customary coarse demeanor by decreeing April would perform oral sex upon Dr. Yen during transport from a kneeling position on the floor of the passenger side. She then cuffed April’s hands behind her back, and still wearing my collar was led out to her blazer, on a leash, by Yen. She remained naked, that is one preference Lorraine and I have always shared.

Lorraine departed momentarily and via my CCTV I could see Yen sitting in the passenger seat with a very pleasant facial expression. April, crouched on the floor in front of him was not visible. She no doubt was working hard to please him orally, least she receive a severe flogging for disobedience. I found the whole thing disgusting. Yen was unworthy of a female sub, even a marginal one like April. The blazer exited the driveway and I was relieved knowing that in about seven days, I would have the services of a well trained house slave.                

END PART 76