Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY  Part 87

By Long Tall Mary

During the course of my twenty five year dominatrix career, I have received  numerous requests from dominatrix aspirants, hoping that I will permit them the privilege of training a submissive at my dungeon.

In several cases I lured the dominatrix wannabe to my dungeon, with a promise that a submissive would be provided for their training. Upon arrival they receive an unpleasant surprise, in that they will be my submissive, and if they meet my standards I might consider permitting them to train a submissive. Suffice to say this has resulted in some vehement reactions from the wannabe, and more than once I have had to forcibly restrain them, much to my perverse delight of course.

The most recent such case was Denise, a twenty year old lesbian from Rochester. From phone and online chats it was apparent she considered herself a most competent dominatrix, despite the fact that her experience consisted only of tying up, and spanking, one of her female friends. Viewing Denise’s photo convinced me she was the arrogant type of bitch, whom I would enjoy forcing into submission.

It was agreed that Denise would pay a tribute of three hundred dollars and be allowed to session overnight at my dungeon. As I was satisfied she was of proper age, Denise would drive directly to my residence, and I would forego my customary practice of meeting with the sub in advance, at the Carousel Center. The three hundred dollars was indeed a bargain, in addition to several hours of hands on training, she would have the privilege of spending the night uncomfortably restrained, in either a cage or cell.

My impression of Denise was that she was a rabid lesbian, for whom sex with a male was abhorrent. Therefore I arranged for Mike, a local amateur dom, to be available to assist with her training. Mike is also an electrician, who did some free electrical work for me, so permitting him the privilege of using my dungeon was justified from the bartering standpoint.

Denise pulled into my driveway precisely at 10:00AM as agreed. A brunette at about 5’6 and 120 pounds, she was somewhat of a looker and probably could succeed as a heterosexual. With her hair cropped short and from her general demeanor, she was easily identifiable as a lesbian.

She wore a red latex mini skirt, matching heels, and a white tank top. It would be possible to strip her without having to shred expensive clothing with my scissors. Denise had purchased the outfit specifically for her session with me, but nudity is and has always been, the rule in my dungeon-for submissives that is. I have a mild aversion to short haired brunettes, therefore Denise would soon be wearing a whorish looking blond wig.

I greeted Denise at the door, and without saying a word beckoned her to follow me into the living room. After collecting the tribute envelope I directed her to remove all her clothes and place them on the couch. As expected her reaction was one of bewilderment, and she insisted upon knowing the reason. Calmly I explained to her that she would first undergo training as a submissive, and if my standards were met she would be allowed to audition as a dominatrix. I did not inform her that I had no such intention for the session today.

The silly bitch reacted with indignation, “I’m paying you three hundred dollars and you expect me to be the sub, you’re crazy” were her exact words. My response was preplanned and swift, despite physical resistance I had her in handcuffs in short order. While I had my cattle prod device ready, it wasn’t necessary to use  and it certainly was psychologically gratifying to be able to subdue someone much younger.

Next I took my six foot chain leash; in place of a collar I wrapped a portion of the leash around her neck and fastened it, making it easy to control her with the leather handle. I yanked on the leash resulting in her ending up face down on the couch, this enabled me to fasten a ball gag in place, it was made all that easier due to her short hair. Yanking on the leash again brought her to her feet, and she offered no resistance as I led her to the basement dungeon.

The bitch who appeared so full of fight upstairs, had lost the will to resist. I rather enjoy such resistance, but either way she would tortured and used for sex, both by myself and my guest trainer.

I extended the wire cable from the overhead and attached it to her wrists, still cuffed behind her back, then winched it upwards so that Denise’s upper body was bent over at an uncomfortable forty five degree angle.

I decided to leave her heels on, minus every other ounce of clothing she had on. This was accomplished rather easily with only her stockings falling ply to my scissors. A leather cuff was attached to each ankle and a connector used to secure them to eye rings in the floor. This resulted in further discomfort as her legs were spread out nearly four feet apart. The leash was removed, and a medium width leather collar was padlocked around her neck.

Mike was due to arrive at 11:00, so Denise was left in her current bondage while I delivered my training monolog, intentionally failing to inform her she would soon be submissive to a male. As I had some business matters to attend to, I sat down at a desk which is positioned about ten feet in front of where the sub is restrained. This allows me the pleasure of watching the distress of the sub as they ponder their fate. One of my routines is to simulate a phone call to someone interested in purchasing a slave, describing in detail what I have to offer. This only adds further  to the distress of the sub, but in the end she learns that the “buyer” isn’t interested.

About twenty minutes before Mike’s arrival, I released Denise from her stringent position on the overhead. This relief was only momentary, as her new position consisted of her sitting on the floor, with a spreader bar attached to her ankle cuffs. Her wrists were left in the leather cuffs, and these were attached in front of her to the center of the spreader bar, in a modified frog tie. This would assure that Mike would have convenient sexual access to her. With no need for her to speak, the ball gag remained in place.

It was just as well that she remained gagged, for when I sprung the surprise of Mike’s visit she reacted vehemently, with her words suppressed by the gag. She most likely would have hurled some epithet at me, in such case my reaction is always to administer a severe flogging.  Flagellation would be part of the training agenda, but it would be phased in gradually during the session.

“Perhaps this will ease the anxiety of awaiting the arrival of your master”, I quipped before attaching a leather training hood over her face. The hood did have the effect of quieting her down, but it certainly enhanced her distress.  So many of my subs detest wearing the hood!  I feel strongly that it puts the sub in a better frame of mind for their impending episode of forced sex.

After leaving her for nearly ten minutes frog tied, hooded and gagged, I removed both the hood and ball gag. She was informed in no uncertain terms of the requirement to address Mike as “Master”, and submit to all of his advances without question. To illustrate the consequences of not doing so, I delivered three hard strokes with my crop to her crotch, after pulling up on the spreader bar and attaching it to the overhead with a cable for better access.. This caused her to scream and writhe in pain, and for the first time she addressed as me “Mistress”. With Mike’s arrival imminent, I fitted her with the whorish looking blond wig. Allowing her to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, I chuckled that “Blonds always have more fun and I might just cement this to your scalp to make it permanent”. I left her in the elevated position for the time being.

To keep the bitch in suspense I put a leather blindfold on her, she would be able to hear Mike moving about and speaking but not see him immediately. Mike arrived and donned a navy blue ski mask before removing his clothes. Standing next to the still blindfolded Denise, I explained to her that she would first pleasure his cock with her mouth before being cunt fucked. Actually this was rehearsed earlier.

At this point I removed the blindfold, permitting Denise her first glimpse of her masked tormentor. It was a scene right out of the bondage DVDs, the type found in adult bookstores. Only in this case Denise was forced to recite a script I had devised, “This worthless slut will submit to any of your requests master”, were the words uttered by Denise. As I felt that this was not sufficiently emphatic, I delivered another stinging crop stroke to her crotch, resulting in her repeating the phrase more to my liking.

For purposes of oral sex with an unwilling sub like this, a metal dental gag was inserted in her mouth and ratcheted to the most uncomfortable setting possible; no point taking a chance on the sub biting down on the cock. Mike did not intend to ejaculate in her mouth, he merely wanted to be hardened up, and Denise was instructed that if her mouth work was below par she could expect a severe whipping.

Watching Denise perform gave me great pleasure as it was clear she detested every second of it. Mike must have been in a benevolent mood, as during the nearly ten minutes of oral penetration as he did not see fit to use the whip. I personally thought her performance was substandard, but I deferred to Mike on this. Had it been up to me she would have been whipped instantly.

As this was taking place I mulled over some thoughts. Mike was certainly a competent male dom, but seemed to lack a core value of visceral sadism. His only interest was in fucking a restrained bitch. Personally I would have had more respect for him had he subjected her to some form of torture as well, such as nipple clamps or flogging.

It had been agreed that Mike would wear a condom for the coital penetration phase, since Denise was a lesbian it was not likely that she was on the pill. Denise without doubt was bitter over her treatment, but as chicanery is one of my core values, I would promise her a submissive to dominate at another session. Of course I had no intention of doing so.

Mike switched from the oral penetration phase to the cunt penetration phase. At this point I intervened and made it clear to Denise that erotic moaning sounds were expected of her, although she would remain gagged.  Another vicious flogger stroke to her exposed, and most certainly sore, cunt caused her to shriek in pain, and demonstrated the consequences of disobeying my commands

The cunt penetration phase lasted nearly ten minutes , every second that Mike’s cock penetrated her cunt was torture, and clearly his intent was to maximize this. Denise still wasn’t expressing erotic pleasure to my satisfaction, but rather than flog her immediately I would deal with her disobedience later. After ejaculating Mike withdrew leaving the bitch still frog tied and gagged, the blindfold was not put on her again.

What was to happen next would prove to be one of the great surprises of my career. Mike and I stepped out of earshot and sight of Denise, at this point he removed his ski mask and then a pair of steel handcuffs from the pocket of his jeans, before calmly announcing “I want to fuck you in handcuffs”, referring of course to myself. I was both startled and appalled. No sub or dom, male or female, had every been granted the privilege of using me sexually, few have ever requested or attempted to do so. This is made clear to each sub before the session begins.

Still naked Mike grabbed me from behind, attempting to cuff my wrists. My swift reaction was to break loose, whirl around, and knee him in the groin. Clutching his groin with his hands, the overconfident aggressor slumped to the floor, As I was not about to give him time to recover, I quickly rear cuffed his wrists with the pair of steel cuffs intended for me, then added a plastic cuff to connect his ankles, he was now under my control. He would soon come to deeply regret his transgression.

My basement dungeon is divided into two halves by a wooden partition. This effectively provides me with two dungeons if necessary, and soundproofing assures that the sub in one will not hear what is said in the adjoining half. Denise was not aware of what had just happened. I rejected the thought of permitting her to have her way with my newest sub, the silly bitch had yet to show one bit of gratitude during the session.

I decided it was time for Denise to undergo posture training, using my recently acquired “posture perfect board”. This is simply a wooden board with an assortment of rings, to which restraints can be attached. The sub kneels in the position dictated by the trainer. For Denise this was a kneeling position, arched backwards approximately an  at a twenty degree angle. With her ankle cuffs attached to rings in the rear, a connector was used to secure her wrist cuffs to the rear of the board. She was unable to move from the rigid position. I emphasized to Denise the importance of posture training before leaving her alone, permitting me to attend to Mike. Denise remained gagged, and to add a soothing touch I piped music from one of Sirius XMs gospel channels over the room speaker.

Mike was far too comfortable in his current bondage arrangement, indeed he was on his feet attempting to somehow free himself. This was quickly changed. After forcing him to the ground, a pair of my soiled panties was stuffed into his mouth, sealed by several turns of duct tape around his head. In addition a slip knot was attached to his neck and the rope attached to his ankle restraints. Thus he was in a strict hogtie, any significant movement would result in strangulation. Few of my submissives are so restrained, but nothing is more reprehensible than attempting to sexually assault a dominatrix.

I had already decided upon Mike’s fate. He would be assigned to a gay trainer, and forced to serve as a submissive transvestite. My relations with the local gay bondage community has always been favorable; in the past I relied upon Master Joe to handle my referrals. Unfortunately Master Joe, whom I regard as the consummate gay bondage trainer, is currently incarcerated at a federal prison on drug related money laundering charges. Joe had entrusted his local gay bondage empire to Johann, a thirty something Dutch émigré. Johann, like Master Joe, were visceral sadists especially when the male sub was of heterosexual orientation.

Johann returned my call within five minutes and indicated a willingness to session with Mike. Unfortunately this would be done at another dungeon requiring vehicular transport. Needless to say I was quite disappointed to learn that I wouldn’t be able to observe Mike’s subjugation first hand, but he promised to provide me with a video of the session. Johann would arrive at my home within forty five minutes.

Suffice to say that when I informed Mike of his fate, his reaction was decidedly negative. Of course he couldn’t speak because of his gag, but his body language was unmistakable. I decided to leave him in strict bondage until Johann’s  arrival, my only concession was to remove the slip knot from his neck. Another device was used to connect his wrists and ankles, leaving him in a slightly less restrictive hogtie.

To occupy myself until Johann’s arrival, I turned my attention to Denise, using my flogger to deliver strokes of varying intensities to her boobs. She also was fitted with a set of nipple clamps. The rear of her body was inaccessible due to her kneeling position, but there would be plenty of time later for that. I quickly concluded that Denise had a low pain sensitivity thresh hold, especially for the nipple bondage, so the clamps were removed for the time being.

Another feature of the bondage board is provision for the attachment of a dildo to the board surface. It can be arranged in such a way that the sub is forced to accept it through impaling as she kneels.. This is exactly what I had it mind for her. I adjusted her bondage so that was forced to a standing position.

The eight inch phallic intruder was screwed into a mounting on the board, in such a manner that Denise could not avoid being forced to accept it upon kneeling. She instantly recognized this and I had to use a modest degree of force for her to kneel. Her muffled protests were music to my ears. Once the intruder was threaded in, with her wrists still cuffed behind her, I reattached the connector to one of the rings, so that was forced to remain in the kneeling position. It was impossible for her to dislodge the intruder and she would remain in this position until after Mike’s departure.

Leaving Denise unattended for the time being, I turned my attention to Mike, still hogtied and gagged, in the adjacent dungeon. I sat down in a chair just in front of his face and calmly proceeded to describe his fate in detail. Some of this was conjecture of course, as I hadn’t agreed upon the specifics with Johann.

First Mike would undergo forcible feminization, no longer would he be known as“Mike”, but rather “Michelle“. He would be dressed continuously in female attire; everything from heels, stockings, panties, dress and bra. His present long hair would be shaved and replaced with a suitable female hairpiece. A makeup artist would radically transform his facial appearance. Various hormones would be used to promote his feminization.

His cock would be limited to excretory functions and kept in some type of restraint, never again would it penetrate any portion of a female. He would be repeatedly be ass fucked by other males, as well as forced to perform oral sex upon them. Most of his time would be spent in a closet, securely restrained, until his obedience was reflexive.

One of Johann’s associates would drive Mike’s vehicle to an undisclosed location; his cell phone would be deactivated to prevent any tracing of his location. He would vanish without a trace, but as he had few close friends and was currently unemployed, it was likely few would be concerned about his disappearance. I assured him that I would visit him occasionally and force him to pose for some videos, which would be sold to a transvestite website.

I resisted the urge to subject him to brutal flagellation, as well as some heavy CBT. He would be receiving plenty of both from his new owner. To taunt him a bit I did stroke his cock to the point of ejaculation before stopping. In addition I further assailed his masculinity by commenting disparagingly on the length of his cock. Mike tried to remain stoic throughout my torments, by not looking at me, but it must have been clear to him that he was resigned to forced feminization.

Johann and one of his associates arrived on schedule. As agreed upon earlier both donned ski masks before entering the dungeon area, it also had been agreed that his present restraints would remain in place and that he would be transported immediately, without any chatter. The hog tie connector was temporarily removed.

The two goons grabbed Mike, one to each arm, and proceeded to  drag him up the stairs and outside to a waiting pick up truck. This was done most efficiently, and most certainly to Mike’s surprise, he was literally tossed into the bed of the pick up. But he would not remain in that position, instead he was forced into the large tool box behind the cab. At this point Mike made his first attempt to resist, but it was completely ineffectual, the hogtie connector was reattached, and he was locked inside the box.

The goons then removed their ski masks and Johann spoke tersely to me. “The box has a special air compressor to prevent suffocation and is specially soundproofed” was all he had to say before getting behind the wheel of the pickup, and with his associate driving Mike’s vehicle, both promptly drove off.

END PART 87