Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 79   by Long Tall Mary

In a very short period of time April has been trained to be a reliably efficient house slave. She can now be left unattended although she is aware that I possess remote video technology, enabling me to periodically monitor her activities. Her duties include housekeeping, cooking, grass cutting, and of course providing sexual service to me when desired. The mere threat of sending her back to Lorraine for “remedial training” causes her to be visibly distressed.

There is some ongoing personality conflict between Noreen and April. After assessing all the facts I’m of the opinion that April is primarily to blame. Her most severe punishment to date has been flogging and confinement to the cage for extended periods. If the situation doesn’t improve April will be sent to Lorraine for a few days of remedial training. Noreen has also been somewhat problematic of late in that she has been drinking excessively. One night she became inebriated at my bar and was making a fool of herself. I actually had to cut her off and arrange for a ride to my home for her, she would have never made it to Cortland without wrecking her car, at the minimum.

Unfortunately I need Noreen’s assistance periodically, thus it is necessary to tolerate her shortcomings. Her dominatrix business has declined, and while it never generated significant revenue for me, some of her male clients have taken their business to a different dominatrix. I find this aspect particularly perturbing, as I perceive it is a personal sleight.  My opinion is she would be better suited with a female clientele, but attempts to persuade her to switch have been to no avail.

An ethical dominatrix won’t discuss their customers with other dominatrixes, nor discuss other dominatrixes. But in reality they do, and over the years several dominatrixes have incurred my ill will for making derogatory remarks about me. I specifically recall about ten years ago, when a new dominatrix in town tried to lure some of my male clientele by casting aspersions upon my overall competence.

My reaction was to pay the bitch a visit at her home, at a time when I knew she would be alone. Without using any weapon, such as a stun gun, I stripped, hogtied and gagged the struggling bitch After a heavy flogging I left her to writhe in agony, knowing she could not free herself, and that her friend would discover her within an hour or so. Nothing ever became of the matter, but the humiliation resulted in her relocating to California.

As readers of this series are aware my primary bondage interest lies with the unwilling, or at least the semi willing type of female sub. Typically a husband or boy friend, with financial dominance in the relationship, will require the female to undergo bondage discipline, or face termination of the relationship. In the community it is widely known this is my forte, and invariably my services are sought. I have enjoyed every one of these sessions, and might add they command a lucrative fee. My basic rule is that the sub enters through my garage door voluntarily. Once inside it automatically locks and the sub can be restrained; forcibly if necessary. The exterior CCTV records the entry as voluntary and provides a degree of legal protection, although no such problems have ever arisen.

Why would a female turn unwilling after willingly entering through the door? The most common reason is that some of the males fail to inform the sub that her trainer will be a dominatrix. If a sub is intolerant of lesbian sex once she realizes the male of her dreams won’t be training her, she may react violently. This of course is the first fact I make known to them when they arrive. I simply crave this type of situation and the inherent pleasure that comes from subduing such a bitch.

Recently a most challenging situation was offered to me, and it took a great deal of reflection before I accepted it. The female to be disciplined was an active duty Air Force captain, stationed at the local air base. It wasn’t her husband or boy friend who sought my services, but instead it was one of her male enlisted subordinates, whom was a regular at my bar, and was aware of my dominatrix orientation. “Tom”, as I shall call him, recently had his duty orders changed at the instigation of Gwen, he was to be reassigned to North Dakota. He believed this was for spite as he had recently become romantically involved with a local female. Prior to that Gwen had unsuccessfully hit upon him for sex.

Captain Gwen, as she is known, is a 36 year old Air Force careerist, whose subordinates consist both of active duty and reserve personnel. She rules as an absolute tyrant, with one of her penchants being to confine both male and female personnel to their quarters, for the most trivial infractions. In addition she frequently schedules reservists for duty at a time inconvenient for them. The widely held belief is that she is a failed heterosexual and resents anyone who might enjoy a successful relationship. She has hit upon several males at the base for sex, but without success.

“Tom” offered me a most lucrative fee if I could arrange for the bitch to be abducted and trained. Needless to say I was quite surprised as he is not a wealthy person. Prudence dictates not inquiring as to the source of his finances, but the offer was extremely appealing. However balanced against this was the difficulty of abducting an officer from a military base, transporting her to my dungeon, and preventing her from identifying any of her abductors.

My first thought was Master Joe, the preeminent sadistic gay bondage personage, in the Syracuse area. But his services don’t come cheap and when added to my costs, was prohibitively expensive and still a pragmatic nightmare. However my source informed me that Gwen regularly patronized a Mattydale bar on Friday nights, and was invariably inebriated upon departing. She then drove about a mile to her off base apartment, which was located in a rather isolated area. Abducting her from the bar parking lot as she departed was hardly a realistic option, but a snatch from her driveway seemed to be within the realm of feasibility.

When I broached the topic with Master Joe, he was surprisingly enthusiastic considering that the victim was a female. Joe and his fellow goons, for a lucrative fee, would be responsible only for transporting Gwen to my Camillus home, and from that point on it was my responsibility to arrange for her eventual release. The thought of selling her to a foreign slaver was certainly appealing; an ever present fantasy of mine, but I wasn’t about to attempt such a drastic measure. Hopefully the trauma of her abduction would result in her being reassigned to a more distant base. She would be led to believe that her abduction was for the purpose of being forced to participate in a bondage video. It was imperative that she not suspect that someone from the base was involved in the scheme.

Preliminary reconnaissance by Master Joe was favorable. Gwen’s apartment was located such that it was not readily visible at night from any nearby house; equally important was that the upstairs apartment was vacant. She would be snatched after parking her vehicle in the driveway and before she could enter through the door of her house. A tentative date of the upcoming Friday was set for the operation. Joe and three of his goons would participate, and typically he was secretive about the details. My offer to participate in the actual driveway snatch was declined. However I would be responsible for transporting Gwen after her bondage session was complete, and well not nearly as exciting, would entail significant risks.

In the meantime April had become outright defiant of my authority; one of her demands was that I provide her with a vehicle so she could travel about. She flatly refused to perform any of her household duties and had the audacity to refer to me as a “bitch”. My response was swift and certain; she would be sent to Lorraine’s for remedial training and would remain there until after Gwen departed. She also received an unexpected slap to her face; even Noreen was startled by its viciousness. A phone call to Lorraine indicated that April would be most welcome as a guest. She agreed to take delivery of her immediately.

April was attired rather fashionably in a black mini and white blouse, combined with fishnet stockings and five inch heels. I suspect part of the reason for her rebellion was my insistence on higher dress standards; she would have much preferred to lounge about in jeans and a sweatshirt. Her restraint was simple but effective and consisted of cuffing her wrists behind her with steel cuffs, attaching a cervical type collar around her neck, and using a cable tie to connect the cuffs to her collar. To that was added a black leather sensory deprivation hood, complete with snap on eye blinders and a plug in gag.

April was in no position to resist as Noreen and I led her to my van. She was made to sit on the floor between the dashboard and passenger seat for the ten minute drive to Lorraine’s. As Noreen had another commitment, I proceeded to transport April by myself.  Upon pulling into Lorraine’s driveway, she and Dr. Yen, her living companion, were waiting in the driveway. Yen was a chronic sufferer from ED, in that he could never get it on when the time came to fuck a sub. I had suggested to Lorraine that she consider having him injected with some type of erectogenic drug, such as Papaverine HCL. She rejected this idea, preferring to have a wimpish sub than a dom who could “get it on”.

If April had any hopes that Yen might somehow attain erectile competence, they were quickly dashed by Lorraine. “I have Yolanda, a black dominatrix, coming to assist me in training the bitch, and Yen will stay caged for the entire time” she intoned. This must have been bitter music to April, as she harbors a deep rooted contempt for Blacks, male or female. Her gag prevented vocal expression of her sentiments, and the blindfold deprived me the pleasure of seeing her facial expressions of abject dread. Lorraine declined my assistance in leading April to the dungeon, and I departed satisfied that she was in good hands, and the intended punitive regimen was most appropriate.

The abduction of Gwen was set for Friday night or early Saturday morning. At 1:30AM I received a cell call from Joe stating cryptically “I’ll be at your place soon”. That meant about thirty minutes, the distance it would require to drive at a prudent speed from Mattydale to Camillus. Joe had previously used his “Happy Ice” refrigerated truck for abductions, but tonight he was using a new cargo van. While I had never seen it, reportedly it was designed with extra soundproofing qualities, and a windowless cargo hold. In addition it had a CCTV/audio system which enabled the driver to see and hear what was transpiring in the rear at all times.

Joe had furnished scant details of the abduction method, other than stating he intended to use chloroform. I expected he would be using two of his “goon” assistants; they have always been a motley and unfriendly crew. The bitch would be blindfolded upon arrival at my dungeon, as it was important they not be able to identify the exterior of my home. For additional security Joe, his assistants, Noreen and I would wear ski masks until the prisoner was safely restrained in the basement. It would be necessary to remove Gwen’s blindfold periodically, so it was most important that anyone present be masked at that time.

It was agreed that Joe would take one additional precaution involving Gwen’s cell phone, which would be taken from her at the time of abduction and the battery removed. After she was delivered to my dungeon Joe would drive to a location in the inner city of Syracuse, where he would reactivate the phone and make assorted calls. The phone would then be returned to me. Should Gwen decide to report the incident, the cell phone records would point to a location several miles away. Joe was not too happy when I insisted upon this, but however reluctant he agreed to it.

Precisely at 2:00AM a passenger vehicle pulled into my driveway. This was the decoy car. In the event a police patrol tried to stop the van, the decoy would engage in some action which would cause the patrol to pursue the decoy instead of the van. Moments after the decoy car pulled into the drive; the van arrived and was backed in by Master Joe. Joe and his passenger exited the van, followed by the driver of the decoy car. All three wore ski masks as did Noreen and myself.

Once the rear door of the van was opened I caught my first live view of Gwen, although I had seen her picture previously. Her facial features were concealed by a head sack she was wearing, with wrists and ankles bound with cable ties. She was not gagged due to the chloroform, and Joe had not seen fit to secure her ties to the various bolts in the van. Due to her groggy condition there was little risk of her thrashing about or screaming, not that anyone would have heard it. Joe cut the cable ties binding her ankles leaving it to Noreen and myself to lead her into the basement. Joe and his goons promptly departed without saying a word.

The bitch did not resist or say a word as she was led to the basement; Joe had most likely threatened to inflict severe pain upon her if she did either. Gwen was not fashionably attired with black slacks, and a gray fleece windbreaker over a red pull over sweater. Had a sub voluntarily appeared at my dungeon so attired she would have been punished for poor fashion, but by the standards of the Mattydale bar scene, it was the norm. Joe had already removed her low cut heels inside the van, reasoning that they can serve as a weapon for a desperate bitch once the ankle bindings are removed.

Her face still covered with the sack, Gwen was quickly spread-eagled to my overhead bar using leather wrist and ankle cuffs, the later were affixed to bolts in the floor. A tight leather collar would encircle her neck for the duration of her confinement. Removing the sack enabled me to catch my first glimpse of Gwen facially, and she struck me as rather attractive physically. I found myself intuitively taking a rather benevolent feeling towards her, despite all I had heard about her chicanery and tyranny as an officer. This of course is a dangerous for a dominatrix, whose primary role is to satisfy her paying customer. In this case that meant subjecting Gwen to a great deal of punishment and humiliation.

Not surprisingly the first words out of Gwen’s mouth were “you have no right to do this to me”. My reaction was to stuff a pair of my soiled panties into her mouth and warn her that any attempt to expel them would result in unbearable pain for her. It was emphasized these were the panties I had worn the day before. She was then informed of what was in store for her; that she was being forced to participate in a lesbian bondage video, which would be distributed to a choice few individuals. If she cooperated she would be released within twelve hours. Otherwise the video would be posted upon the Internet and it would be brought to the attention of her superiors. I made her aware that we knew her identity and status, and that she had been under surveillance for some time.

Next on the order was the removal of her clothes, and once again my heavy duty scissors shredded every piece she was wearing, except the panties wedged in her mouth. I assured Gwen that I had other clothes for her to wear if and when, I emphasized the “if”, she was released. To play on her fears I mentioned that I was expecting a call from an Arab slave trader. This ruse, which sometimes includes a real Arab appearing in person, never fails to terrify the captive.

The panties were removed after only about a minute; she would be regagged soon enough. One form of humiliation that I occasionally practice is to make the sub recite her measurements, which they usually are unable to do accurately. Gwen was no exception so using a measuring tape I determined she was a 34-31-33, with a 34C cup. I estimated her height and weight to be 5’4 and 135 pounds. With brown eyes and hair, she was hardy a “looker” but did exude a fair amount of sexuality.

My preference for my women is that they remain gagged unless I have a specific use for their mouth, such as enunciation training, or oral sex. As Gwen would not be performing either for at least a half hour, her panty gag was replaced with a leather cock gag. Her displeasure with this device was readily apparent and I cooingly assured her that she would enjoy the impending lesbian sex, while at the same time fondling her tits and finger fucking her cunt. The smile that this brought to my face was blocked by the ski mask I was wearing.

I stood back to admire my work. What started as a night on the Mattydale bar scene had turned drastically wrong for Gwen. She was now a prisoner in a strange basement; handcuffed, collared, gagged and naked. The trappings of the dungeon such as the cage, holding cell, whips, paddles and assorted other devices were visible to her and left no doubt as to the purpose of the basement. The stern disciplinarian would now be forced to accept some discipline herself, from a 6 foot tall woman wearing black latex pants with a zipped upper, and wearing a ski mask. Indeed it was a most climactic end to what was probably an unsatisfying night at the local pub.

For the next segment of her confinement Gwen felt the sting of my flogger over much of her body. She would have welts, I made sure of this, but they would heal. Throughout the flogging Gwen valiantly tried to avoid screaming, even though the gag would largely suppress it. After about twenty minutes of flogging her while gagged, I removed the gag to permit enunciation training. This is the phase in which the sub is required to sound off after every lash, with some demeaning statement such as “I’m a worthless slut” or “Thank you mistress may I have another”. The intensity of the lashes is dependent upon the decibel level of the sub’s response.

To her credit Gwen performed exceptionally well on this phase. I switched to a rattan and ended up delivering twelve strokes to her buttocks, reciting “I’m a worthless slut” as many times. I strongly suspected she will have an episode of laryngitis as a result. After the last stroke I reapplied her cock gag, and forced her to watch a porn video on the wide screen in front of her. It was my favorite video, the one that follows the abduction of a beauty queen, and her voyage in the cargo hold of an ocean going freighter, to Saudi Arabia, where she becomes a harem slave of some wealthy sheik.

With the flogging complete I donned my strap on device, purposely making this visible to her. After gagging and then blindfolding her with a spandex hood, I stood back in such manner that she could not predict precisely when I would commence my penetrations. The anticipation of a bitch, in this mode of sensory deprivation, knowing that she is about to be raped in a painful manner and helpless to prevent it is most agonizing; I left her in such a state for nearly five minutes to ponder her plight.

After removing her hood, but not her gag, I commenced frontally fucking her cunt. Gwen was warned that if she wished to climax it would require her asking permission, even though this meant speaking through her gag. This is one of the most enjoyable aspects of fucking an unwilling bitch; it has always been my observation that the more sluttish they are, the longer they will hold out before climaxing. Gwen proved to be no exception, and after nearly ten minutes of my varied speed strap on thrusting she begged, however muffled, for such permission. After her climax I further disparaged her verbally, just furthering my sadistic gratification as I prepared for the anal phase of her rape.

Once again I blindfolded Gwen and stood back to again let her ponder her plight. The cunt fucking phase had been done in a rather gentle manner, but this was not to be the case with the anal. It would be intentionally painful and she would remain both blindfolded and gagged. Normally I interrogate my subs to learn some of the more prurient aspects of their sexual experiences, but in this case had not. Gwen was on a compressed schedule and would be released within three or four hours at the most. This fact somewhat diminished my enthusiasm for the session, as I enjoy breaking the spirit of a bitch such as her. If I kept her confined for three or four days, I had no doubt her character would be significantly transformed, but that was wishful thinking.

My anal penetrations lasted approximately ten minutes. Her gag suppressed what would otherwise have been ear shattering screams. It was obvious that she detested this form of sex, and of course that only encouraged me to increase both the tempo and duration of my penetrations. When I finished I removed her blindfold, once again disparaged her as a useless slut, and then delivered a vicious cropping to her cunt. The bitch was nearing the point of hysteria, which while uncommon amongst my subs, would least be expected from an Air Force officer.

I decided to give her a few minutes to regain her composure before I began the oral phase of her training and as luck would have it my cell rang. It showed the caller as Lorraine who is well aware that I don’t like to be disturbed at such a late hour. I assumed that it had to be something important and indeed it was. The inebriated slob informed me that she had allowed Yolanda, the Black dominatrix, to take April to a dungeon in the Pompey Hill area. This happened to be the residence of a high level pimp with whom Yolanda was on good terms. In fact the pimp used Yolanda to discipline any of his hookers who might get out of line.

To say that I was infuriated was an understatement and I immediately demanded that Lorraine take steps to have April returned as soon as possible. The slob had the gall to hang up on me and refusing to answer my subsequent calls. In no way did I want April serving a group of males or being tortured by Yolanda for the pleasure of someone else. My plans were now in disarray as going to Pompey Hill in person meant that Gwen would not be released on schedule and would require postponing her forced oral sex. Yet I felt the alternative, of April being tortured and used, took priority.

In times of emergency I am level headed and in this case decided Noreen would monitor Gwen while I proceeded alone to Pompey Hill. Noreen wasn’t overly thrilled at this, but Gwen was locked in my sitting room only cage, minimizing the burden of controlling her. Within twenty minutes of receiving the call I was in my van and headed for Pompey Hill. I found myself driving well above the speed limits, which is a luxury one can afford when you don’t have a female bound and gagged in the vehicle.

As I drove I pondered the situation. My relationship with Yolanda was not antagonistic, but I have little respect for her ability as a dominatrix. She is cruel and ruthless, much like me, but the difference is she is prone to push a sub beyond their limits. I have heard of at least one sub having been hospitalized with a psychosis, due to having been pushed beyond her limits. In addition Yolanda was known to use chloroform indiscriminately. While one doesn’t have to be a board certified anesthesiologist to be competent, an even temperament is a prerequisite. Yolanda has a volatile temper, aggravated by her penchant for crack cocaine. Knowing of April’s aversion towards a dominatrix of color, it was likely she strenuously resisted being transported and was subdued using the drug.

Of greater concern than Yolanda were the other people I could expect to encounter at the rural mansion house. “TJ”, as I shall call him, is the preeminent pimp in the area and his friends include some major players in the local drug market. The mansion sets several hundred feet back from the road with trees blocking a view from the road; a most desirous situation for thwarting police surveillance. It was likely there were weapons in the house, but my hope was that I could reason with TJ and persuade him to release April without hassle. A few years ago I had somewhat of a falling out with TJ, who is black. He was seeking a dominatrix to discipline his arrogant hookers, but chose Yolanda because of her race. However I have chatted with him a few times over the years and detected no bitterness towards me.

Upon arriving at the mansion I dialed Yolanda’s cell number and surprisingly she answered coherently. I told her I had come to pick up April and to send TJ outside, as I was reluctant to enter the house. Woman on woman, I’ll go up against any bitch, but not when I’m outnumbered by violent thugs. Within three minutes TJ walked out the front door to greet me and extended an offer to come inside. I bluntly told him I wouldn’t and firmly requested that he release April immediately, explaining that Lorraine did not have consent to have her transported to another location. “It looks like I’ve been lied to” he responded, referring to Yolanda, and went on to say how he respected the rights of a dominatrix to control her personal slave. “I’ll have her out in ten minutes” he promised before going back inside. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I would be not involved in any violent confrontation. The likelihood that I would incur Yolanda’s resentment did not concern me.

Within ten minutes April emerged from the mansion attired in the same clothes she had been wearing when I delivered her to Lorraine; the cervical posture collar was still in place. Seeing no need to restrain her, I sat her in the front of the van and left immediately for my home. Considering her ordeal she seemed to be pretty well composed and I immediately began questioning her as to the specifics.

After being delivered to Lorraine’s she had been taken to the basement, stripped naked, and cuffed to an overhead in a standing position. Expecting a severe bull whipping, she was forced to stand for nearly an hour until Yolanda arrived, and during this period she was mostly unattended and not molested in any way. After Yolanda’s arrival, April’s trio of captors indulged in some crack cocaine. This evidently led to Lorraine acquiescing to Yolanda’s request to transport April to TJs mansion.

As expected April struggled and was rendered unconscious with chloroform. When she regained consciousness she found herself still naked and hogtied on the rear floor of Yolanda’s BMW. Before being removed from the vehicle she was blindfolded and then led into the mansion, where she was bound doggy style on the floor. For the next hour or so she was ravaged sexually by an estimated four assailants; she was taken anally and vaginally, and forced simultaneously to perform oral sex. April remained blindfolded throughout these assaults but was positive than TJ had been one of the assailants.

When the sex orgy ended Yolanda announced to the group that she would “skin the white bitch alive”. Luckily I called at precisely the right time and thus April was spared any flagellation or further torture. As I headed for home the cell rang and it was Lorraine. She had the audacity to request that I return April to her home so that she her session there could resume. Rather than vent my rage over the phone I simply told her that April was returning to my home and that I would discuss the matter with her at another time.

Upon returning home April was placed on room lock, meaning locked in her bedroom and without radio, television or a computer. Considering what had been through I couldn’t bring myself to inflict any further physical punishment or restraints. In addition Captain Gwen was locked in a cage in the basement and awaiting her oral sex regimen.

END PART 79

From my standpoint the main drawback of this type of abduction, is that meticulous care must be taken to prevent the victim from identifying any of the abductors, as well as the place of confinement. Since a sub can’t be blindfolded indefinitely, that means I would have to wear a mask much of the time, something which I find distasteful. The tentative plan was to abduct and confine the bitch for less than forty eight hours, in the hope she would not be reported missing. With luck, once released she would be too embarrassed to report the matter to the police.

Joe scouted the parking lot of the bar in question and felt it was reasonably safe for an abduction; most importantly he could detect no security cameras in the area. The