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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY part 86
By Long Tall Mary
Diversity, coupled with my mercurial personality, has been the hallmark of my twenty year plus dominatrix career. My most recent undertaking was to provide an overnight jail cell for a prisoner in transport.
It began with a phone call from Darla, currently 45 years old, who had served as one of my staff dominatrix’ when I managed Craig’s BDSM bordello nearly twenty years ago. Ultimately she moved with her boyfriend to California, and I hadn’t seen nor heard from her since.
Currently she was employed as a bail enforcement agent, whose job was to apprehend bail absconders and transport them to jail, to prevent the bail bond company from taking a financial loss. As I was to learn, Darla was unusual in that she generally apprehended and transported the absconders alone, and concentrated almost exclusively on females. Darla had been a most competent dominatrix, and I had no doubt she possessed the requisite personality, for her current profession.
Darla was transporting a female absconder from Augusta, Maine to Toledo, Ohio. She requested being allowed to confine her prisoner overnight in my basement holding cell, this being preferable to a motel. I assured her that it would be no problem, but requested she blindfold her prisoner when she was about thirty minutes from my house. This would prevent the prisoner from identifying my location should there be any ramifications. The only information Darla provided about the prisoner, was that she was a twenty five year embezzlement suspect, and considered a serious escape risk.
I made clear to Darla that I expected some type of sexual tribute from her in exchange for my hospitality. Darla’s response was tepid; I knew she was loathe to lesbianism, but was confident that after plying her with alcohol she would come around.
Considering that the prisoner would soon be in a public jail, it would be imprudent to subject her to any sexual or physical tortures, at least those that would leave any visible marks. However I made it quite clear to Darla, that upon arrival at my house, I would restrain the prisoner in a manner I saw fit, including endurance bondage. Again this was met with a tepid response.
About two hours later Darla called to give me the thirty minute warning, and precisely at the designated time her cargo van pulled into my driveway. I caught my first recent look at Darla, she was a blond, at 5’11” about an inch shorter than myself, but carrying at least twenty more pounds. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, which I found unappealing, but I was to learn that the circumstances of the capture dictated such attire.
Upon opening the rear door of the van I caught my first glance of her prisoner. She too was a blond, making it a trio; at only 5’6 she was at least 170 pounds. Before her transport hood was removed I found her distinctly unappealing sexually; this was to be confirmed when I later observed her more closely.
The prisoner was quite secure in transport restraints; steel wrist shackles were connected to a waist belt, and a chain connected the belt to a set of steel ankle shackles, allowing for a shuffle pace. Upon being removed from the van the prisoner immediately began thrashing about, and spewing forth various epithets. I was aghast; had she been my prisoner she would have been hogtied and gagged for the entire trip.
Once we had guided the prisoner to the cellar stairs landing, her opaque hood was removed, enabling us to guide her safely down the stairs. The hood was immediately reapplied, as Darla and I removed her transport restraints and replaced them with four leather cuffs, one for each wrist and ankle. In short order, as had countless other submissives, she found herself attached to my overhead device, with a spreader bar used to keep her legs uncomfortably about three feet apart. In addition her wrists were attached to the overhead, closer to five feet apart.
The prisoner was attired in a navy blue turtle neck along with blue jeans, Darla would not permit her to be stripped. I did remove her hood, and quickly silenced her verbal protests, by applying a tight fitting red ball gag. The opaque hood was replaced with one of my spandex abbreviated hoods, one that allows permeability for breathing, and restricts vision to about twenty five per cent of normal. She would remain in this stringent position for at least two hours, however after a half hour I would remove her hood.
Darla and I then went upstairs, where she changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. Upon entering the living room she purposely sat in a single chair, instead of the couch, as if it would somehow protect her from my sexual advances. I pointed out the CCTV screen, which was focused on the prisoner in the basement. The excellent resolution, coupled with audio, enabled me to enjoy her predicament, especially the erotic sounds made crying through her gag.
I then served Darla the first of five martinis, and it took some effort to assure her that the drinks were not spiked. For my part I would consume three martinis myself, but with the synergistic effect of the prescription drugs in my system, it was all I could handle without loosing control.
After about half an hour of banter, we went to the basement and I removed the hood from the prisoner. The stupid bitch probably thought I was going to remove her other restraints as well; but I just smirked that “you look too comfortable, I’ll be back in a little while bitch”. She just glared at me as Darla and I returned upstairs.
It was now time to become forceful with Darla and I ordered her to remove her jeans and turtleneck, then sit on the couch next to me. She begrudgingly complied but not before indicating her unwillingness to be tied up. I assured her that was not my intention.
We spent nearly a half hour engaged in passionate deep mouth kissing, embracing and biting of her tits. Darla was required to be the aggressor with the kissing, and had to be prodded several times to do so. I felt a strong urge to put her in restraints, but successfully resisted it.
It was now time for her to be the aggressor with her mouth and my cunt. Ordinarily the sub is bound and made to kneel on the floor before me; in this case I permitted her to kneel on the couch, with her hands free. By now Darla was resigned to the fact that I would have my way, and for the next ten minutes she burrowed her tongue into my cunt with vigor, although not passion, providing me with some much needed orgasmic pleasure.
All good things must end, and I permitted Darla to cease her efforts. I was confident I had thoroughly humiliated her, without the customary elements of bondage such as restraints, pain, and strap on penetrations. I had no reason to expect she would ever wish to see me again, and that was acceptable. After not hearing from her for twenty years, she valued me only as an expedient, by providing overnight lodging for her prisoner.
With the session in my bedroom complete, I offered her the choice of spending the night in bed with me, or using the guest bedroom; doing her best to hide her resentment, she opted for the later. But first it was time to secure the prisoner in the basement for the night.
The prisoner was taken down from the overhead and placed in the holding cell. I had considered requiring her to spend the night in the sitting room only cage, but decided against it, without any input from Darla.
The prisoner would remain fully clothed for the night and wore no restraints, except for the padlocked leather collar. This in turn was attached to the six foot chain bolted to the floor, and assured she would not be able to move from the decrepit mattress, which is a fixture in the cell, but within range of a bucket for excretory functions. Darla and I then retired to separate bedrooms. Her room was not locked and I provided a CCTV unit, should she wish to observe her prisoner.
Both Darla and I arose at 6:00AM, and she insisted the prisoner be allowed a shower before transport. This required attaching a twelve foot leash to the prisoner, along with ankle hobbles. After undressing in the cell, Darla led the prisoner on the leash to the upstairs bedroom and monitored her as she showered.
To humiliate the prisoner I made some unflattering comments after observing her naked anatomy. For one I suggested that she enroll in a Weight Watchers class in whatever prison she would be confined to. Darla ignored my remarks, and by now her contempt for me was apparent from her body language.
With the shower complete and the prisoner permitted to towel dry, Darla led her by the leash back to the basement and into the cell, her collar was removed, and she was ordered to dress. The prisoner complied without protest; a dose of bondage, coupled with a most uncomfortable sleeping situation, had worked wonders upon the defiant bitch.
Next Darla applied the transport restraints; her hands cuffed with steel shackles to a waist chain and steel ankle shackles, which permitted her to walk, at an amusingly tortoise like pace. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, a hood was again placed over her head, and she was led to the van.
After being secured in the cargo compartment, the hood was removed, and Darla without saying one word slammed the rear door shut, got in the drivers seat and drove off. She didn’t have the decency to even say thank you or good bye. You just can’t please everyone.
END PART 86
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