Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 83

By Long Tall Mary

The case of the Utica socialite daughter would prove to be quite challenging. I met with the father and mother at the mall food court as promised, and immediately sensed the mother was calling the shots. The mother felt that Jacquelyn would not voluntarily submit to a dominatrix, and therefore some ruse would be necessary.

I emphasized my policy is that the submissive trainee must enter my residence voluntarily, and despite the inherent erotic appeal, can not be transported bound and gagged in the back of a van. We agreed on a scenario in which Jacquelyn would believe she was attending a weekend boarding school with an experienced headmistress. The parents’ would require that she be attired in a typical school uniform; a gray skirt, white blouse, blue pullover sweater, and a red tie.

The mother was concerned that her daughter not be impregnated and I assured her that there would be no sexual contact with any male. However I emphasized that some forced lesbian sex, combined with corporal punishment, was necessary to maximize the probability of optimal results. Somewhat reluctantly the mother agreed to the lesbian sex provision.

Of great concern to the mother was information which would have to be extracted with “enhanced interrogation practices”, as the term has been recently defined. The mother was particularly interested in knowing what drugs her daughter was using, as well as the supplier. Another area of interest was her sexual proclivities, and with whom.

I cautioned the mother that it would be difficult to extract the name of the drug supplier, but that most likely I would learn which drugs she was using and whom she was having sex with. The mother showed me a picture of Jacquelyn and indeed she was attractive, a 5’11 slim, long hair brunette, with at least attractive facial features, but not exceedingly stunning anatomy wise.

Two days later at 10:00AM an SUV pulled into my driveway, the passenger, as instructed, exited the vehicle and entered the garage through the walk in door. The SUV exited the driveway immediately. I greeted Jacquelyn personally and was instantly aroused by her boarding school attire; ordinarily I strip my submissives naked with minutes of their arrival, but in this case she would remain fully attired for a lengthier period.

If Jacquelyn had previously believed that I was not a dominatrix, that belief was almost certainly dispelled when she observed my attire: a two piece vinyl outfit, nothing extravagant but one that any 18 year old, of ordinary intelligence, with associate with a dominatrix. “I am the Headmistress and you will simply address me at all times as maam, is that understood?”, I commanded. “Yes maam” was her rather nonchalant reply.

Jacquelyn was led to the living room where I produced a set of plastic handcuffs and directed her to place her hands behind her back. “What is this for” she demanded, balking at my request. I calmly explained to her that all new arrivals are placed in restraints until it can be assured that they are not agitated and will attempt escape.

The spoiled rich bitch quickly became just that, agitated, and was resistant to being cuffed. It was necessary for April to assist, but the wrist cuffs went on quickly. Noting that Jacquelyn had good elbow flexibility, I used an additional set of plastic cuffs to bind her elbows together. Another set bound her ankles together, and an extra cuff was used to attach the ankle cuffs to the couch frame. She could struggle to her hearts content, but was going nowhere.

I resisted the temptation to take the bitch to the basement, strip and attach her to the overhead, and administer a severe flogging. That would come soon enough, but the appeal of seeing a pretty teenager, bound in a boarding school uniform, was just too great to resist.

Jacquelyn continued voicing her sentiments concerning her restraints, distinctly negative, but wisely avoiding any personal invectives. After ignoring several requests to remain silent I attached a face muzzle, with an attached ball gag, to her and strapped  both tightly into position. She continued protesting through her gag, and despite being perturbed over her lack of respect, I found the sounds quite arousing.

After nearly five minutes of thrashing about on the couch and making gag sounds I decided more forceful measures were warranted. One of my newest acquisitions was a body bag. Royal blue in color, it was large enough to accommodate a 5’11” female, who could be placed in either feet or head first, then the open end of the bag could be tied and sealed.

The bag was constructed specifically as a bondage accessory, and the material was such that it blocked nearly ninety five per cent of a persons view from inside. Even more importantly the fabric was of excellent air permeability, minimizing the risk of suffocation.

After removing the binding connecting Jacquelyn’s ankles to the couch frame she was placed feet first into the bag, which was then tied shut above her head, and she was placed in a seated position on the couch. Her wrist, elbow and ankle bindings remained in place, as did her muzzle gag. To keep her secured to the couch another plastic cuff was used to attach the bottom of the bag to the frame.

Jacquelyn was informed that if she remained silent for fifteen minutes, she would be removed from the bag, otherwise the bag, with her in it, would be taken to the basement and suspended from the ceiling for several hours. This form of sensory deprivation is generally quite effective, and after instructing April to watch her continuously, I stepped into the kitchen to check my voice mail.

Much to my surprise one message was from the young psychiatrist I had met the day before at the retirement party; I’ll refer to him as “Newmint”, since he has been in private psychiatric practice for about two months. He offered to schedule me for a visit immediately and suggested the last appointment of the day.

It is well established that physicians with a sexual interest in their patients often schedule them for the last appointment. From the impression I formed of him at the party, he was a maledom seeking a female submissive, rather than a male submissive seeking a dominatrix; if the former he might be in luck, while I will not be submissive to any male, April will do so at my command.

I made a note to call the next day for an appointment. My plan was to have April accompany me to the office and wait there until I finished with the doctor, that is after obtaining a script for the desired meds. If he were interested in a submissive I would introduce him to April, and if the two seemed compatible, I would allow him a two hour session with her at my dungeon, at no charge. It had the makings of a win-win situation.

After remaining quiet inside the bag for nearly fifteen minutes, Jacquelyn was freed from the bag, and after removing her ankle bindings, was led to the basement where the hard portion of her training would take place. Her wrist and ankle bindings were removed with the muzzle gag staying in place. She was ordered to strip naked and to expedite the matter, I delivered the first of several jolts from my cattle prod, emphasizing that it was capable of shocks of much greater intensity.

Jacquelyn stripped without any further protest, and I promptly used leather cuffs to attach her wrists to the overhead, likewise her legs were spread about three feet wide using ankle cuffs. Observing her in the nude confirmed my impression of a fairly well developed and  athletic body; her leg and hip muscles were well toned, her tummy well tucked, and breasts quite firm.

I decided to allow her the simultaneous pleasure of two intruders, a six inch vaginal dildo, and a four inch anal plug; neither were of the vibrating type. The vaginal intruder was inserted with ease, but anal virgins tend to have tight muscles, and such was her case.

Such insertions are often painful and she immediately began protesting through her gag for me to remove the anal plug, appearing to be in a state of genuine distress. For all my sadism I don’t want anyone having an anxiety attack, so reluctantly the plug was removed; but she would later receive the anal strap on, one way or the other.  I would just have to use, perhaps a different size and be a little more gentle applying it.

When speaking with the parents’ previously I suggested that Jacquelyn be fitted with a locking chastity belt, and required to wear it until such time as her behavior improved; I would entrust them with the key. The mother  seemed unenthusiastic about this idea, but I would offer them another opportunity before they came to pick up their daughter

It was time to begin my training monolog, which is always easier when the sub is gagged. This monolog is pretty much standardized and I have considered recording it and forcing the sub to watch and listen to it on a wall screen. In this case I pulled up a directors chair, sitting in front of April, with my legs crossed. In addition I turned on a set of klieg lights making it difficult for her to see me.

  First I emphasized that should her vaginal intruder fall out she would severely regret it, and simultaneously I delivered a vicious flogger demo stroke across her boobs. She cringed in pain, but it served the purpose of keeping her quiet, and emphasizing that obedience training was not intended to be gentle. I was especially perturbed that she could not take the butt plug, and was probably overreacting.

Introducing someone to the joy of lesbian sex is always a pleasure, especially when done under such coercive circumstances. April was ordered to strip nude and Jacquelyn was fitted with a bondage collar; April wears her collar at all times, including her infrequent public appearances, such as when she accompanies me to the Price Chopper or my hair stylist.

April was ordered to stand facing Jacquelyn and a leather belt was tightly encircled under Jacquelyn’s boobs and wrist cuffs were put on April’s wrists, extended around Jacquelyn’s body, and then cuffed to a ring on the belt. A cable tie connector between the rings of the two collars completed the arrangement and assured that they would be forced to embrace each other. Despite the ever increasing dominant tasks that I assign April, it is my intent that she remain primarily a submissive.

Jacquelyn’s ball gag was removed and she was ordered to commence deep mouthing kissing; if I deemed her efforts insufficient she would feel the sting of the flogger again. Her performance was satisfactory and after nearly ten minutes, she was allowed to cease. I released April from the forced embracing and sent her upstairs.

For the next few minutes I used my flogger to leave a pattern of stripes about Jacquelyn’s buttocks, and she was ordered to sound off after each stroke. I then noticed something disturbing, she was breathing heavily and seemed to be on the verge of passing out.

In my career as a dominatrix, I can count on one hand the number of submissives who simply were unable to tolerate any significant pain. Unfortunately Jacquelyn appeared to be in that category, and the last thing I needed was a medical emergency. Therefore I took her down from the overhead and had her sit on a floor mat, with a six foot long chain attached to her collar.

As much as I despise playing the role of a benevolent dominatrix, that is the course I pursued, assuring her that she would be able to complete her session as planned. Yet I seriously doubted this would be the case, and after agreeing that I would be paid ten thousand dollars, my sense of integrity demanded that I reconcile the matter with her father.

I summoned April to the basement again and instructed her to talk soothingly to Jacquelyn, while I went upstairs to call her father. Jacquelyn remained with only the collar and chain, along with the face muzzle minus the ball gag, as restraints.

Upon speaking with her father, I informed him that his daughter was not able to cope with the rigorous training, and that it might be in everyone’s best interest, if she were to be released after twenty four, instead of forty eight hours. I was quite willing to refund five thousand dollars of the payment.

The father commended me for being conscientious, but he would not hear of reneging on the initial payment amount. I assured him that I had not yet interrogated Jacquelyn as to her drug habits and sexual activity, but that I was confident of being able to do so. He agreed to pick up his daughter at 11:00AM the next day, but if I felt that she could tolerate another twenty four hours of training, than he would gladly defer to my judgment.

Upon returning to the basement I found Jacquelyn sitting quietly, with  April sitting on a chair in front of her. April then made a request, “ Mistress the sub is experiencing severe discomfort from the vibrator in her cunt, and requests permission to remove it”. Begrudgingly I granted the request and Jacquelyn promptly removed the intruder.

Jacquelyn was brought upstairs and made to change back into her boarding school uniform. I would give her a respite from the physical and sexual torture, but she still would be restrained, but in a less painful way, for my pleasure. It was imperative that she not be aware of the plan to release her after only one day; it was still possible to subject her to further discipline, although not as painful as I would prefer.

I decided to put my rope skills to use, lately I have been relying on handcuffs as restraints, but am still quite proficient with rope bondage. Using some candy cane color rope, Jacquelyn was bound sitting in a chair, using a harness arrangement which effective encircled her boobs and kept her wrists and elbows bound behind her.

The upper body rope arrangement was not attached to the chair; this was accomplished by tying each ankle to the rear leg of the chair. I reinserted the ball gag into her face muzzle and stood back to admire my craftsmanship. She was as attractive as any fully clothed model, you would see bound on a web site such as Ken and Stacey’s.

Her chair was positioned directly facing the television set and to the right of the couch, where April and I would sit. Thus she had no choice to view whatever video I might play; the one I chose was a unusually sadistic one, featuring a young beau who is abducted by a husband and wife, then subjected to unrelenting sexual assaults and tortures. It is replete were screaming, and hopefully this would put Jacquelyn into the proper frame of mind for he impending interrogation.

Shortly thereafter the cell rang and it was “Duke”, a very special person to me. Duke, is a native of Syracuse but currently a national traveler, no one seems to know his exact whereabouts. He had bailed me out of a financial crisis a few years ago and refused to accept any repayment. As Duke enjoys sessioning female submissives, it was tacitly understood I would procure such females, for him on occasion. Bear in mind I am no matchmaker and expect to be compensated for any procurements, Duke is the lone exception.

Duke was only going to be in town a few hours, probably because he was on the lamb, and asked if I could find him a sub on short notice. I offered him April and he indicated he would be at my home within an hour. April didn’t seem overly upset when I broke the news to her; Duke’s preferences are not that demanding, a few minutes of flogging followed by a good blow job.

To prevent Kelly from getting a look at the visitor I blindfolded her and she would remain securely bound in the living room chair. In order to maximize her agony I taped a six inch vibrating dildo between her panties and her cunt. It was set at a medium speed and Jacquelyn was cautioned that should it become dislodged, that I would reinsert the anal plug, which she had found so painful.

Duke arrived forty five minutes later and I had April prepared for him in the living room. Naked, wearing her collar and with wrists cuffed behind her back, she was made to kneel in a very rigid position and had been given a script to deliver.

The Duke is about 55 years old and bears somewhat of a resemblance to John Wayne, thus accounting for his nickname. After we exchanged pleasantries I showed him to the living room. “Looks like you got yourself a little schoolgirl” he remarked, referring to Jacquelyn, and probably wishing that he could have his way with her, instead of the more slovenly April.

“Sub April this is Sir Duke”, I commanded as he stood in front of her. To which April replied “Sir it is a pleasure to serve you in any way you wish and insist on being used like the fat slut I am”. “Well worded” quipped the Duke before he attached a chain to April’s collar and led her to the guest bedroom.

Resisting the temptation to monitor their activities via the CCTV I resumed watching another of my torture videos, while simultaneously enjoying the agony of Jacquelyn experiencing  multi modal sensory deprivation.

END PART 83