Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 82

By Long Tall Mary

Leaving Kelly to ponder her fate, uncomfortably penetrated vaginally by a irremovable dildo, in a cramped basement cage, I went upstairs to catch the last portion of Montel’s show. Kelly would be monitored both via the CCTV and April was instructed to check on her personally every thirty minutes. Kelly was prohibited from speaking and warned that if she uttered so much as one word, that her gag would be restored, and her wrists cuffed to the rear of the cage.

While watching the Montel show I received the second dose of bad news for the day, the first having been Noreen’s AWOL status. The second was that Master Joe, the notorious gay bondage master, had been indicted on money laundering charges related to drugs. Frankly I was surprised, I was aware that he had an interest in child porn, but unaware of any drug involvement.

The news was of more than passing concern to me. Joe and I had engaged in several covertly illegal operations together, with the most recent being the one day abduction of Captain Gwen, the tyrannical Air Force officer. Fortunately I have always been discrete in my communications with Joe, whether by Email or telephone. I was confident that a search of Joe’s hard drive would yield nothing incriminating against me, but the mere fact that my phone number might appear in his records, was still cause for concern.

It seemed unlikely that Joe would have anything to gain by implicating me in any of these schemes, but the reality is accused criminals frequently betray their colleagues to obtain more lenient sentences. I could only hope for the best, but the time being I would have no further contact with Joe.

Significant events in my life tend to happen in quick sequence. Within minutes of learning of Master Joe’s predicament, I received a call from a wealthy and prominent businessman living in the Utica area. He and his wife were upset over the behavior of their 18 year daughter, who had recently graduated from high school but was essentially dependent upon her parents’ for material support, as she had no inclination to attend college or hold any job.

Amongst the concerns of the father were his daughter’s drug abuse and her tendency to associate with persons considered by the family to be of inferior social stature. The father, I will just call him ED although that is not his real name, was aware of my prowess in the area of disciplining wayward teens, and was willing to discuss an arrangement whereby the daughter, Jacquelyn(again not her real name), would consent to a three day “motivational seminar” at my Camillus home. No specifics were discussed initially but the father was willing to pay me $10,000.00 for the seminar, hardly a paltry amount.

Owing partially to the paranoia of government surveillance, by either phone or computer, I agreed to travel to Utica to meet with the parents’ in person. Jacquelyn would not be present for this meeting which would be at the food court of the Sangertown Square Shopping Mall. Ordinarily the customer is made to come to me, but for $10,000.00 I was willing to make the 60 minute drive to Utica.

That evening at 7:00, a private party was being held at my bar requiring my attendance. I decided it was time to complete the more rigorous portions of Kelly’s training, and April would assume the responsibility for monitoring her during my absence. Noreen was still AWOL and I suspected by now that she had been contacted by the foot worshipping Michael, and informed of how harshly I treated him.

As I helped Kelly to exit the cage I could help but notice a look of desperation about her. The dildo impalement obviously had been painful, as I had intended. Being that spirits were buoyed by the prospect of a $10,000.00 job, I was inclined to be more lenient with her. If she performed adequately on her training, the remainder of her confinement would be spent chained inside my holding cell, rather than painfully impaled on a dildo in the cage.

Naked, except for the padlocked leather collar, Kelly was made to kneel doggy style on a floor platform, and using leather cuffs her wrists and ankles were secured, leaving her ass well elevated and accessible. My preference for corporal punishment is caning with the rattan, but in this case I started off with a flogger, enabling me to progressively increase the level of pain. Kelly was made to enunciate after each stroke “Thank you maam I’m a worthless slut, may I have another”. This continued for twenty lashes and I was satisfied with the decibel level of her responses.

April was ordered to the basement in the nude and required to kneel in front of Kelly, in such a way that her asshole could be serviced by Kelly’s tongue. Initially I had planned to have April and Kelly engage in forced mouth kissing, but considering April’s improved attitude, I decided to allow her to assume a more passive role.

Kelly was informed that the number of rattan strokes she received was dependent upon the vigorousness in which she serviced April’s asshole. To her credit Kelly performed well for nearly ten minutes. Since I had been forewarned of her distaste for lesbian sex, it was indeed gratifying to watch her burrowing into April’s hole with her tongue. A couple of minor strokes with the flogger was all that was necessary to assure Kelly performed at the desired level.

Frankly I was loosing interest in Kelly, with my thoughts focused on the $10,000.00 for training the Utica socialite daughter. It was far more generous than what TJ was paying me for Kelly. None the less I always fulfill promises made to my client. While it would take far longer than two days to transform Kelly into a slave, that was not my objective. It was to instill in Kelly such fear of sexual assault and torture, that she would never again violate TJ’s rules, for fear of a return visit.

Next on the training agenda was to cane Kelly’s buttocks using a rattan. I ball gagged her before beginning the caning, as there was no further need for enunciation on her part, and since the caning was very painful it is erotically very gratifying to listen to a bitch moan in agony through her gag. Indeed when I finished my ten stroke regimen, her buttocks were replete with red welts and the pain would persist for several days.

I decided to try a new tack, tasking April with ass fucking Kelly using a strapon. April was tepid over this tasking, but I needed to transform her from being completely submissive, to a moderate dominate role. I reapplied the blindfold to Kelly, and left her ball gag in place. It is unlikely Kelly knew who was ass fucking her but April performed admirably for at least ten minutes, before I signaled her to stop.

At this point I sensed Kelly was reaching her limit of pain tolerance, so after commending her for being such a good slut, I removed her from the floor board and placed her in the holding cell. Her gag and blindfold were removed and the six foot chain was attached to the loop on her collar. She would remain in the cell for at least forty eight hours, her feeding would be a special liquid protein concoction, with drinking water available from a floor bowl.

Her obedience exercises would continue but it would not be necessary to remove her from the holding cell. Periodically she would be issued commands such as to kneel and bark, especially amusing to me is issuing commands over the CCTV intercom, and Kelly not being able to see who was viewing her If she was disobedient, in the least, it was a simple matter to enter the cell, administer a brutal flogging, and modify her restraint to a much harsher mode. This did not prove necessary.

The party that I was hosting in the evening was very important to me. A professor from the local medical school was retiring, and it was expected at least thirty physicians would be in attendance. In addition to generating profit for my bar it gave me the opportunity to hob knob with the physician guests, and perhaps find one who would be willing to prescribe certain medications for me.

I am certain that all the guests were aware of my dominatrix orientation, but given my history of troubles with the State Liquor Authority, I decided against procuring some female submissives for on premises entertainment. Over the years I can count on one hand the number of physicians who have sought my services as a dominatrix. But twice in recent years I was able to arrange an encounter involving a female submissive, at no charge, and both physicians reciprocated by prescribing certain medications for me.

The party went smoothly and I was introduced to a newly minted psychiatrist who seemed rather attracted to me. I broached the topic of a doctor/patient relationship with him, and he seemed receptive. Conveniently I avoided the topic of payment, my insurer won’t pay multiple providers, and I was optimistic some kind of sexual payment could be agreed upon. Perhaps the evening would be a productive one after all!

I was tired when I arose at 9:00 the following morning. April had awoken earlier and had provided breakfast to Kelly, still naked and shackled to the floor of my holding cell. She still had twenty four hours remaining before she would be released, and I was beginning to regret the extension. For the most part I ignored her during the day. The major exception was when watching Montel; there are certain programs I enjoy watching while a restrained submissive pleasures my cunt with her tongue.

For these occasions I have developed a ritual. The sub has their wrists bound behind them as they are made to kneel before me as I sit on the couch. The leash on their collar is then pulled up tightly to a belt I wear, making it impossible for the sub to move her face from between my legs. A demo jolt from a cattle prod, to one of the boobs, is usually sufficient to assure proper mouth work. After about thirty minutes of Kelly’s mouth work she was returned to the basement holding cell and once again chained to a floor bolt.

My initial plan had been to release Kelly and allow her to drive away in her car, which was parked in my driveway. However I decided to use another ritual that I have used numerous times over the years, when a submissive is released to her owner. TJ, her owner, would wait in my family room. Kelly naked, collared and leashed, would be led from downstairs and made to kneel before her owner. She would then recite from a carefully prepared script, apologizing for her transgressions, and seeking forgiveness. Any deviation from the script would result instantly in flogging and she would be returned to the holding cell, or cage, for extended confinement.

I called TJ and this arrangement was acceptable to him. After I prepared the text of the apology, April was tasked with assuring that Kelly memorized it, and to increase the stakes April was informed that she too would be punished if any deviation occurred. By this time Kelly was worn from the harsh realities of my punitive regimen, and was quite malleable to my arrangement.

At 10:00 the next morning TJ arrived and was seated in my family room. Kelly, naked except for heels, and sporting her new wig, was led from her cell and made to kneel before TJ, lacing her hands behind her head. She recited her script well and it lacked the sarcasm she had exhibited at the start of her training. Kelly declared herself a worthless slut, promised never to steal customers from TJ in the future, and offered to accept any further punishment as TJ saw fit.

TJ was impressed by her performance and Kelly was allowed to dress, with both departing my house in short order. As a further compliment TJ assured me that in the future he would refer all his disciplinary cases to me including the currently incarcerated Yolanda. Having recently been brutalized by Yolanda, April could only salivate at the prospect of assisting in her torture.

END PART 82