Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 78   by Long Tall Mary

April had completed only three days of her submissive training before Lorraine called me and opined that optimal results had been obtained, and continued training was of no value. I quickly surmised that Lorraine had either lost interest in April or that her living partner, Dr. Yen, was showing excessive interest in the temporary guest.

Lorraine had been calling me daily and keeping me appraised of developments in April’s training. This included having to listen to April’s screams as she was being bull whipped. Unfortunately this is one of Lorraine’s objectionable habits, but for the sake of harmony I pretended to be impressed.  

To my further surprise Lorraine was willing to transport April to my residence within the next hour, and while I wasn’t really keen on such a prompt delivery it saved me the necessity of travel to Lorraine’s. The household is in a general state of disrepair and her hygienic standards are repugnant to my tastes. April had been transported in the nude to Lorraine’s, but I was assured that clothing had been found for her to wear on the return trip.

About 45 minutes later Lorraine’s blazer pulled in to my drive; she was driving, Yen was seated in the front, and April in the rear. She was dressed in a matching pink sweat jacket and sweatpants with sneakers. Lorraine, as is customary, was dressed in a matching blue set of sweats. April’s blindfold was removed before she exited; this had been put in place to prevent her from identifying Lorraine’s residence. She was unrestrained except for a leather collar. Much to my delight Yen remained in the vehicle, with Lorraine attaching a leash and leading her into my house.

Once inside I removed April’s leash and ordered her to kneel in the living room while I chatted with Lorraine in the adjoining room. Lorraine had little to say, but assured me that April had been a most obedient slave. It was apparent from her tone that she had little enthusiasm for training my soon to be resident house slave, and clearly she had a distinctly unfavorable opinion of April. This most likely was incurred during the time April had been confined to the psychiatric hospital.

Lorraine stay was less than five minutes and immediately upon her departure, April was instructed to remove her sweat suit so I could observe the extent of her physical punishment. It was readily apparent that she had been severely bull whipped with red welts covering both sides of her upper body as well as the buttocks. My concern was that there might be permanent scarring, but only time would tell.

Next I questioned April extensively as to the specifics of her stay with Lorraine. The major portion of the training was multiple daily whippings, during which and after she would be attached to the overhead with leather cuffs for periods of one to three hours. In addition she was made to perform some leashing exercises; these consisted of being forced to crawl about the floor coupled with some enunciation exercises.  The rest of her time was spent sitting in a cramped cage. Somewhat surprising was the absence of strap on penetrations by Lorraine; however she did not escape being required to lick her asshole for extended periods several times.

On one occasion Yen attempted to cunt fuck her while she was attached to the overhead but failed due to lack of a serviceable erection. The lowly Yen then had the audacity to berate her lack of sexual appeal before administering a savage whipping. This was the extent of Yen’s involvement in her training; the despicable wimp probably spent the rest of the time himself locked in another of Lorraine’s cages.

My future plans were to use April as a house servant, which of necessity would require her to be home alone. In the event any submissives were confined overnight, she would be responsible for monitoring them. Her primary role would to perform housecleaning chores and to serve me sexually from time to time. Another advantage of April’s presence would to be serve visiting dominatrixes or maledoms. This happens three or four times a year; someone from out of town stays overnight and having a well trained submissive slut available helps to make the stay more enjoyable.

April’s training was far from complete and I wasn’t ready to permit her to be home alone just yet. She was indebted to me for cutting short her stay with Lorraine; my chicanery was once again successful in convincing her of this. It was implanted in her mind that should I become dissatisfied with her performance, she would be returned to Lorraine for remedial discipline. While April is capable of some chicanery herself, I had no doubt she abhorred the prospect of further contact with Lorraine, and would make every effort to incur good standing with me.

April was placed temporarily on room lock, which means that she was confined to the guest bedroom with the door locked but not otherwise restrained. She was provided with clothing to wear around the house. My preference has always been for tight leather skirts and blouses and eventually I would take her to a boutique for some personal fitting, but for the time being some ill fitting shorts and a halter top would suffice. Until then I generously provided her with access to the CCTV system and XM radio with permission to choose her own channels.

It just so happened that this evening I was expecting a visit by a dominatrix wannabe, a twenty year old named Katie, from Oswego. I had never met Katie, but after seeing her picture and talking to her by phone; I decided to waive my customary public meeting with a new player. Usually this is done at the Carousel Center, with the primary purpose being to assure that the person is eighteen. In more than one case I’ve asked for photo ID. This might seem to be overreaching, but playing with minors potentially translates into major legal problems.

My attitude towards the majority of dominatrix is one of contempt. Reading the profiles on collar me tends to nauseate me, for I realize that fraud and inferiority are the norm. I tend to have even more contempt for the wannabe dominatrix who contact me by Email and expect that I will teach them the trade, complete with a submissive to practice upon. Over the years I have extended invitations to about seven wannabes, and only one was worthy of my tutelage. The rest ended up being unwilling submissives, much to their chagrin and my joy. I had no reason to expect Katie’s fate would be any different.

Katie was a leggy blond, blue eyes and about 5’9 and 125 pounds. I found her breast, ass, and facial features to be attractive but hardly stunning. Employed as a hair stylist, she professed to have no lesbian or bisexual leanings, and that she was interested only in dominating males. She had propositioned several male acquaintances to be submissive to her and all turned her down. Likewise she had never been submissive to a male. I hinted that I might have a male sub for her to practice upon, but of course I had no intention of doing so.

She was scheduled to arrive at 7:00 in the evening and I had directed Noreen to be present. These wannabes are prone to resist upon learning they will be the submissive. A few years ago I would have subdued such a bitch myself using a stun gun if necessary, but I was confident the presence of Noreen would deter any resistance. Noreen was surprisingly enthusiastic about her assignment; probably her ego required she prove herself superior to another aspiring dominatrix of males.

My plans were to chain April and Katie together for a half hour or so, forcing them to kiss one another, as well as sharing a double dildo. This type of “Siamese” training can be quit humiliating for a dominatrix, while the submissive finds it pleasurable. After several days of torture by Lorraine, April would find it a welcome relief. As much as I enjoy roping subs I’ve always found roping two of them together difficult. Instead I use a combination of leather waist belts, wrist and ankle cuffs. Each wears a leather collar and the two collars are chained together; they have no choice but to rub faces along with their cunts and boobs.

Katie arrived promptly at 7:00 and was dressed to kill. Underneath a modest chunky beige colored sweater coat she sported an expensive PVC vinyl choker top complimented by a vinyl mini, and mid calf black patent leather boots with two and a half inch heels. She had already told me she had no toys, but her vanity was reflected by the expensive attire, which I found unbecoming of someone who never had a bondage encounter.

Her first sign that something might not be right was when she was greeted by Noreen at the door and accompanied into the living room. There I stood with several coils of rope in my hand and of course no male was present. In a matter of fact way I introduced myself and explained my philosophy that an aspiring dominatrix must first undergo an audition as a submissive. I then ordered her to strip immediately, and that Noreen and I would forcibly do this should she balk.

She did indeed balk by complaining she wanted no part of such an arrangement. “Mistress Noreeen assist me in stripping the bitch”, I commanded and with lightning speed Katie was in a state of full nudity. Fortunately, for her that is, her attire was removed without the necessity of using my heavy duty scissors to shred it. I took the precaution of attaching a tight choker collar around her neck; this invariably inhibits the urge to struggle. The removal of boots can be quite difficult, but Noreen was able to accomplish this with ease. Katie continued her verbal protests but did not resist physically. Noreen was surprisingly enthusiastic in the subduing of a female, considering that she is focused almost exclusively upon males.

Ordinarily my protocol is to meet the sub in the garage, handcuff them, and take them to the basement. There they are stripped, either forcibly or voluntarily, and then attached to the overhead bar or placed in some type of restraining device. In this situation I modified my own protocol. After stripping Katie in the living room steel cuffs were used to cuff her wrists behind her. The ropes might be used later, but I tend to be somewhat mercurial when it comes to the specifics of a sub’s restraint. The tight collar that was strapped around Katie’s neck tends to put the sub in a better frame of mind for training.

Not wishing to listen to any of her babble I produced a pair of soiled panties, emphasizing they I had worn them the day before. They were then wedged into her mouth although it took a twist of her nipple before she cooperated. I motioned for Noreen to give her a vicious cropping across both boobs for further good measure. Katie cringed in pain as Noreen smiled, she was continuing to perform with uncharacteristic enthusiasm upon a female.

Katie was led on a leash to the basement and attached to the overhead with leather cuffs, her legs were spread wide and attached with leather cuffs to bolts in the floor. I then proceeded to explain what was in store for her. She could expect painful flagellation, anal strap on penetration, oral sex, as well as some basic obedience training. In addition she would spend some time with April in the Siamese position. Depending upon her attitude she would spend the night either in one of my cramped sitting only cages, or the relative comfort of my holding cell. While she couldn’t express herself with panties in her mouth, her body language was distinctly negative when overnight confinement was mentioned.

I quickly noticed that Katie was sporting a full mound of cunt hair. Few subs entering my dungeon unshaved, leave with it in the same condition, and Katie would be no exception. Noreen was instructed to pull up a chair and sit in front of Katie. “It is time for the barber shop”, I chuckled as Noreen began work using shaving lather and a straight razor. Katie’s gaze was distinctly hostile, so I attached a pair of nipple clamps to her boobs, to divert her attention from the shaving. It took Noreen nearly five minutes to finish, but I had to remove the clamps before that, as it was readily apparent that Katie had a low threshold of pain

My treatment of Katie was quite harsh and to the contrary of what she expected. However I did emphasize that if her performance as a submissive was acceptable, I would arrange an encounter with a male sub. I seriously doubted that Katie would ever return to my dungeon once released, but the unexpected can occur. With the shaving completed, I began flogging her but once again her low threshold prevented me from administering the optimal amount of lashes, so I adjusted the intensity accordingly.

After about five minutes of low to moderate intensity flogging, I decided to remove the panties from her mouth. She would be gagged later but for the time being I would subject her to some repetitive enunciation training. Her command was to repeat such demeaning phrases, as “I’m a useless slut”, at sufficient intensity. Her performance on this exercise was clearly deficient, despite progressively more painful lashes delivered after each phrase.

Next I planned to subject her to anal strap on penetrations, and for this the panties went back in her mouth. The bitch was foolish enough to express her objection by screaming into her panties; her restraints made it physically impossible for her to prevent any insertion. I don’t look kindly upon this type of behavior by a sub, so my response was to dab some mentholatum gel on my gloved fingers and insert it into her asshole.

Predictably she cried out in pain and I stood in front of her laughing, then standing back for about two minutes to let the gel take its full effect. Using my ribbed dildo attached to my harness, I spent the next five minutes thrusting in a manner assured to cause maximal pain. Some dominatrixes are gentler with their anal insertions for fear of loosing a client. I have no such inhibitions; such activity it is intended to be painful, and a client lost will eventually be replaced by another.

From the training standpoint I was in a delicate situation. Ordinarily I pride myself on being able to take the sub to their breaking point by means of physical torture, but in this case Katie’s pain threshold was so low that to increase the level was to risk permanent scarring or disfigurement. Since my anal work brought her close to the max, I decided to try a different, more psychologically oriented ploy; this being the fear of sold to an Arab sheik as a harem slave.

Due to my extraordinary powers of chicanery this ploy has succeeded in the past. The first step was to play a porno CD featuring three American beauties abducted, shipped to Saudi Arabia on consignment, and then joining a harem, where they are trained in a most sadistic way. This CD was broadcast on the CCTV monitor and was easily viewable by Katie as she stood firmly attached to the overhead, legs spread wide, and both wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. What I needed next was someone posing as an Arab slave trader, and what better person than a real Arab.

Over the years I have maintained a good relationship with the Syracuse area Islamic community, largely through contacts at SU. Several Arab males have shown an interest in BDSM and I have provided mentoring for them. I made a call to Waldo, whose actual name I can’t pronounce, who is a twenty something pre med student of Pakistani nationality. Despite the short notice he readily agreed to go along with my ruse and it was estimated he would arrive in about forty five minutes.

To keep Katie occupied until then I decided it was time for her to meet April. I had Noreen bring April, nude, collared, hands cuffed in the front and wearing ankle cuffs, on a leash from upstairs. Katie offered no resistance as we took her down from the overhead and made her stand facing April.

The Siamese arrangement was with Katie’s arms placed between April’s cuffed hands and around her waist. Leather restraining belts were attached around each of their waists. Katie’s wrists were then cuffed together to the belt behind April’s back. Padlocks were then used to connect their restraining belts and ankle cuffs together.

After making them lie on their sides, on the floor, the rules of the game were explained to them. They were to engage in deep mouth kissing until told to stop and any deviation would result in prompt and painful flogging. To make it a little easier for them another padlock was used to connect the rings of their collars together; this assured their faces would rub against one another and no amount of effort would prevent it.

To complete the Siamese arrangement I inserted a sixteen inch double dildo in each of their cunts. It was just the right length that any significant amount of struggling would dislodge the intruder, and that too would be considered deviation resulting in a severe flogging. Once inserted I ordered Katie to be the aggressor with the kissing; April by her submissive nature would be quite willing to do so, but the idea was to force the aspiring dominatrix to be the submissive.

Somewhat to my surprise Katie performed rather aggressively with the kissing. It was much to my disappointment as I enjoy punishing bitches in situations such as this, but to maintain her credibility a dominatrix must reward the bitch for adequate performance. It was also to my surprise that the dildo did not become dislodged; I suspected April might intentionally to do so knowing that both of them would be flogged. But then again April had just endured a regimen of painful bull whipping by Lorraine, and probably had suffered enough for awhile.

After about fifteen minutes of this I decided to discontinue the Siamese arrangement. April was led back to the guest bedroom by Noreen, while Katie was placed in one of my two cages, giving her a brief respite before Waldo’s arrival. Katie was clearly terrified by the prospect of harem slavery, but prudently refrained from protesting her plight. She would still be subjected to forced oral and anal sex with another female, but that would be after Waldo’s departure. It would only be appropriate to offer him a piece of the bitch as well.

Waldo arrived as schedule and was dressed in a business suit with an authentic turban around his head. Sporting a full length beard, he looked every bit like an Arab businessman. I spoke with him upstairs and described precisely what I wanted him to say and do. His sexual preference was for oral sex with Katie, with the proviso that a dental gag would be used to force her mouth open. This request was granted.

Katie was removed from the cage and restrained in a different manner, with her wrists cuffed behind her back. A ten inch spreader bar was used to connect the cuffs to the ring of her collar. This had the desirable effect of forcing her to stand rigidly erect, as well as to thrust her boobs forward.

Waldo made some unflattering comments concerning Katie’s anatomy as he lewdly finger fucked her cunt, while groping other parts.  At one point Katie attempted to back away; Waldo’s response was to grab her by the hair and use a flogger to administer a vicious stroke to her boobs.

“It will be difficult to find a buyer for her, but I will try” announced Waldo upon finishing his examination. That must have brought a glimmer of relief to Katie, but it was short lived as Waldo dialed a number on his cell phone, and began simulating a conversation in Arabic-at least I thought it was simulated. “You will now speak with Sheik Abadar and answer his every question”, commanded Waldo.

I was hardly enthusiastic at the prospect of a two way conversation, especially if one end was foreign. It is well known that terrorist watch lists exist, and for all I knew either or both of the callers might be on it. I don’t need the NSA tracing Waldo’s cell phone to my location. None the less I let the ruse continue. Waldo generously turned on the speaker phone so we all could enjoy the conversation.

A heavily accented male identified himself as “Sheik Abadar” and stated from hearing Waldo’s assessment, that Katie was not harem material. Instead he suggested that Waldo attempt to arrange for her enslavement with the FARC guerilla group in Colombia. If she didn’t make the cut as a sexual provider, she would be put to use cultivating the coca group. Katie was clearly distressed by this news and at this point Waldo cut her off from the conversation, she never did speak with the Sheik. After turning off the speaker, Waldo continued to converse in Arabic as Noreen and I strained to avoid laughing.

Waldo promised to get back to me tomorrow with the sheik’s decision, but in the mean time he expected sexual service from Kati, as we had agreed to earlier. Katie was fitted with a whitehead type gag which would force her mouth to remain open for penile penetrations. She was then forced to a kneeling position, her hands still bound behind her back and collar connected. Waldo had no interest in Katie using her tongue to bring him to orgasm, his intent was to fuck her by mouth as quickly as possible and to swallow his load of ejaculate.

This arrangement was quickly facilitated with Waldo taking less than five minutes before achieving his objective, at which point he left. Seldom do I have sympathy for my female subs, but in this case it was clear that Katie was on the verge of an acute psychotic episode. After all the prospect of being adbucted and sold to the FARC is not an everyday occurrence, nor is being mouth fucked by an Arab. My feelings towards Katie weren’t so negative, that I would wish this upon her, although in this case it was a moot issue.

I decided that Katie would be informed of the ruse after she demonstrated her willingness to use her mouth to service another female’s cunt and asshole. As I needed another break, I decided to put my rope skills to work; they tend to get rusty from disuse. Katie was placed in a rigid hogtie, regagged with my panties, and left to writhe on the floor. To prevent her from rolling about the dungeon I attached a six foot chain to her collar, and secured it to a floor bolt. Upstairs Noreen and I each had a shot of liquor, amusing ourselves by watching and listening to Katie over the CCTV. There wasn’t much to listen to, as Katie evidently despaired of the erotic moaning sounds produced by a gag. Perhaps if I had inserted a vibrator in her cunt she would have been more expressive.

After about thirty minutes, Noreen and I returned to the dungeon. It was time to introduce Katie to some forced oral lesbian sex, of the anal and vaginal type. I had already instructed Noreen that she would be the recipient of Katie’s anal mouth work. Noreen proceeded to remove her from the hog tie and gag. Her wrists remained bound behind her back, rarely do I allow one of my subs to perform mouth work without being so bound.

After shedding my vinyl mini, I pulled up a chair and sat in front of my kneeling captive cutie. Before continuing it was explained to her that I hadn’t yet made up my mind on whether to sell her to a slave trader, or to keep her as a house slave. It was emphasized that an exceptional performance on the oral and anal exercises just might sway me in favor of keeping her for my own use. I thrive on this type of manipulation, and in this case I sensed it would be quite effective.

Katie’s performance with her mouth upon my cunt exceeded my own expectations. She strained forward, burrowing her tongue into my cunt and licking with feverish intensity. At my age I am inured to orgasms resulting from this activity, the real gratification is seeing the desperation and humiliation of the female sub. The sub is engaged in activity that she abhors, believing that her freedom hinges upon my whim. Of course her fate has been decided, in that she will be set free in the morning and is unlikely to ever visit again.

With Katie’s mouth work on my cunt complete, it was time for her to do the same on Noreen’s asshole. Noreen propped two pillows upon the floor in front of the kneeling bitch, and positioned herself on her knees upon the pillows, facing away from and so that her asshole was level with Katie’s mouth. I stood behind Katie with my crop in hand, ready to deliver painful strokes, should her performance lag.

Katie’s performance in licking Noreen’s asshole was more than adequate, although I delivered a couple of strokes just for my pleasure. After five minutes I decided it was time to halt this phase of the training process. At this point my feelings towards Katie still were not exceedingly negative, so I decided to inform her of my ruse. She seemed somewhat relieved, to say the least, when I informed her that I had no intention of selling her into slavery. I explained that all dominatrix aspirants are subjected to the same treatment, and that I was willing to allow her to audition on a male submissive, during a future visit. Katie tried her best to feign her gratitude, but realistically I knew she would never return.

The final portion of Katie’s regimen was that she would be confined overnight. Rather than subject her to solitary confinement, I decided that she would share a bed with April for the night. However I had no intention of allowing any sexual contact between them, and that if given the opportunity April would be delighted to do so.

Thus I arranged them both on the double bed in the guest bedroom. April was arranged so that her wrists were cuffed above her head to the headboard. Katie was arranged so that her wrists were cuffed likewise to the foot of the bed, both had their ankles cuffed as well. This effectively prevented any meaningful contact between the two.

For further measure two strips of black duct tape were placed over Katie’s mouth, with a warning that should they be removed her period of confinement would be extended. April was not gagged as I was satisfied she would heed my warning not to engage in conversation. To keep April pleasantly occupied I inserted a multi speed vibrator into her cunt, and secured it with a chastity belt. Set on low speed, it would buzz at least until morning. To further keep them occupied, a long play porn video was played over the CCTV, after that one of the televangelists would sermonize for a couple of hours on XM radio.

END PART 78