Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 88

By LONG TALL MARY

My gratification over Mike’s enslavement was immense, having the effect of mellowing my attitude towards the still confined dominatrix wannabe, Denise.

She clearly was in agony struggling to kneel with the dildo lodged in her cunt, however from her body language I detected a change in her previous attitude, which had been one of hostility and defiance. I told her that if she performed adequately on the oral phase of her training, she would be permitted to sleep comfortably overnight, and that I would make every attempt to procure a female sub for her use. Of course I had no intent on fulfilling this offer.

I released her from the painfully strenuous kneeling position before attaching a leash to her collar. With wrists bound behind and gagged, I led her up to the bathroom on the first floor. The position I decided to use for Denise was one that I seldom used. After generously providing a pillow for her knees, she was made to kneel in front of and facing the toilet. Her wrists were released from behind and reattached frontally, over and around the base of the toilet. She would have ready access to the genitals of anyone sitting, and facing her, on the toilet.

One of my absolute taboos is to refrain from urinating upon a sub, however this does not preclude me from urinating while seated on the toilet, as the sub burrows her tongue into my cunt. This is exactly what I had in mind for Denise and after removing her gag, I ordered her to begin the mouth work as I sat, excreting at a leisurely pace. She was forced to perform this without pause for nearly ten minutes, although I had to prod her several times to be more vigorous.

Having performed to my satisfaction , I switched my position on the toilet so that I was facing the basin, my posterior unavoidably in her face. “Pleasure my asshole and lick it clean bitch”, I commanded, sensing the lack of enthusiasm as she forced herself to perform the repugnant act.

Irked by her less than diligent performance, while not wishing to miss the Montel Williams show, I decided upon a different position for Denise. I released her wrists from the toilet, cuffed them in the front, and then added a connector between the ring of her collar and the handcuffs. She was now in a most uncomfortable preacher position.

If she thought that the anal portion of the session was over, it was quickly dispelled as I led her into the living room, where I have a special piece of furniture for face sitting purposes. It is a hotel room luggage rack, the type with no bottom, consisting of straps to sit upon. It has been modified with a seat back so that a person can sit comfortably upon it.

The seat height is such that it requires a pillow or two   underneath the seat, assuring that the mouth of the sub lying on her back, is unable to avoid contact with the anal region of the dominatrix, who sits comfortably above.

This is precisely what I had in mind for Denise, who would  continue with her wrists cuffed frontally to her collar.  Once I had her positioned correctly, I made it known that she would remain that way for the entire length of the Montel show, unless her anal mouth work was adequate. I made her lick for nearly fifteen minutes, indeed she performed to my satisfaction and was released from her suffocating position beneath me.

For the remainder of the show I made her kneel in front of the couch with her head lowered. Any deviation from that position would result in her being subjected to further face sitting. Being the benevolent soul that I am, once again a pillow was provided for her kneel on, her wrists remained cuffed to the front of her collar, in the preacher position.

Five minutes before the end of the show my cell phone rang, caller ID showed it was coming from my bar. It was Patti, my bar manager, informing me that a very important person would be a guest at the bar later in the evening. The guest would be a psychiatrist, who only recently established practice in Syracuse, that I was attempting to cultivate a “doctor-patient” relationship with.

The “patient” of course was myself, as I am forever in need of prescription tranquilizers to treat my benign essential tremors. Low level hand tremors have long hindered my ability to perform delicate tasks, such as tying knots, or shaving the hair off the cunt of a submissive. Fortunately the condition has responded well to tranquilizers, however finding a physician willing to prescribe them has always been a challenge. “Dr. Newmint”, a fledging local psychiatrist, and I recently had a falling out over providing him with submissives to satisfy his bondage fantasies. With my source of prescriptions in jeopardy, finding a new physician provider was of the utmost importance.

My contractual relationship with my submissive clientele is likewise of utmost importance, after all Denise had paid for an overnight session, even if her preference to serve as a dominant would not be honored. However she was not holding up well under the rigors of my training, I had yet to administer any extensive flogging, and my feeling was that she could not safely be pushed to the limit that I had  planned.

Therefore I decided to engage in further chicanery by offering Denise a proposition. She would be released shortly and I would schedule her for another session, at no additional cost, this time with her as the dominate. She readily accepted although I hardly expected her to follow up on it. I continued with some sweet talk, as to how well she had withstood the training, and that she certainly had potential as a dominatrix.

Denise departed within thirty minutes leaving me with mixed feelings. I always enjoy subjecting my bondage clients to what they are not expecting, however at times important tavern business must take priority. If nothing else I was determined to find a trustworthy person to monitor my dungeon submissives when I am unable to be present.

My encounter with the psychiatrist proved rewarding. He was interested in procuring submissive females for bondage and indicated he would accept me as a patient. He would not charge me a fee, but would issue a false receipt showing a cash payment, the purchase of the prescription drugs would be at my expense. An appointment was scheduled for the following week, with arrangements for a bondage encounter to be made at that time.

Three days later a DVD was delivered anonymously to my doorstep, I had no doubt that it featured Mike undergoing forced feminization. Despite the poor quality of both the video and audio, viewing all ten minutes of it left me with a feeling of immense gratification.

The video showed Mike standing with his wrists attached by leather cuffs to an overhead device. He is wearing a black female wig, a narrow black collar, a bra, stockings with a garter belt, and red heels. His genital region is exposed with his cock tied off. It is evident that a make up artist did some work to his face.

Mike then proceeds to recite from a script, possibly from a background teleprompter. “My name is Michelle and I attempted to rape my dominatrix. I deeply regret the error of my ways and will comply with the feminization requirements of my master. His wish is my command”. At this point a nude and hooded male, whom I have no doubt is Johann, steps behind Mike and proceeds to fuck him anally. This continues for about five minutes with Mike moaning erotically, most certainly not for pleasure, but rather to please his new owner. Johann remains silent throughout the video. The last few minutes of the video shows Mike, still restrained, staring forlornly at the camera.

I was tempted to call Johann and commend him for his efforts, however it was agreed there would be no discussion of the matter by telephone. Johann fears that he is being targeted by the feds because of his association with Master Joe, logically this would involve wiretapping. My fervent desire is that I will soon be permitted to visit Mike,  personally observing him endure the rigors of forced feminization.

A development has occurred which should result in a stream of new clientele. TJ, the local lord of prostitution and escort services, has relocated to Florida. New owners have taken over his empire which includes both an escort service and traditional neighborhood bordellos, they will be operated separately by different owners.

Based upon a referral from TJ, Jeff the owner of the escort business, has contracted with me to discipline errant employees. Misconduct by escorts is rampant in the business and results in significant losses for the house. The most common transgression is to book clients for private sessions at a lesser rate than charged by the house. Escorts have also been known to sell drugs while on duty, putting the owner at great legal risk.

Jeff, the new escort owner, strikes me as a competent business manager, with no interest in selling drugs. At a recent meeting I discussed the ground rules for disciplinary sessions, the first being that the client enter my dungeon voluntarily, they are not to be transported in restraints. My preferred method is to have someone else drive the client, the client exits the vehicle in the driveway, and enters through my garage walk in door. The driver leaves immediately.

Once inside the doors are self locking, should the client change their mind, escape is impossible. The CCTV unit records their voluntary entry and is preserved should any claim of coercion be made, once inside no further video recordings are made. The preferred duration of the stay is overnight or approximately eighteen hours.

It is not necessary for the client, I should say sub, to know in advance the precise details of their session. They are told they will be serving a dominatrix and subjected to moderate corporal punishment. Of course they may perceive the punishment as more than “moderate”, that is  they will be restrained, flogged and used sexually, in any way I see fit.

Within two weeks Craig made his first disciplinary referral to me, and was she a gorgeous looker! Just seeing her picture made me eager to session her, these fitness types are always a challenge to train. Jackie, a 29 year old MILF, was recently divorced and working part time as an aerobics instructor, when she decided to apply her talents to being an escort.

Unfortunately her loyalty to Craig, her employer, was dubious as within her first week of escort work she was caught trying to book a client for a private session with her. Craig immediately confronted her and delivered an ultimatum: either accept an overnight disciplinary session or no longer be one of his employees.

Jackie agreed to submit to a disciplinary session, but like so many others believed that her punishment would be nothing more than a hand spanking. It must never have occurred to her that an overnight session with a dominatrix would be far more rigorous. This would prove problematic to her, but to the dominatrix such naiveté is bliss.

Craig drove the errant escort to my home precisely at 10:00AM, she exited his Mercedes and entered the garage through the walk in door, as he promptly exited my driveway. I caught a glimpse of her over the CCTV, a short haired brunette with rare green eyes, she was neatly attired in a black vinyl miniskirt, a low cut white blouse, and fashionable 5” heels. At 5’7, about 120 pounds, she strutted with a commanding air about her.

Saving her the effort of knocking upon the inner door I greeted her with the terse command “Come with me’, and led her into the living room. She was then directed to remove all of her clothing, lingerie included. This prompted her to remark “I’m not keen on being here, but you can spank me without me being naked”.

Incensed by her defiant tone, my staid response was “You will address me as mistress and not speak unless spoken to”. “Yes mistress” was her snippy response as she begrudgingly stripped nude. The bitch would suffer dearly for her disrespectful attitude.

Why some otherwise intelligent women don’t seem to comprehend that a night with a dominatrix involves more than a spanking, will forever elude me.  As I cuffed Jackie’s wrists behind her back this naiveté persisted, as she protested that nothing in the agreement provided for her being restrained.

My response was swift and uncharacteristic of my style, I gave her a hard backhanded slap across the face. “Listen bitch you are not here for a counseling session, you will serve me sexually in addition to whatever tortures I may subject you to”, was my angry response. Having been forewarned that she was averse to having sex with black males, I added that she would be serving such a friend of mine, with whom I had made arrangements with to stop by. This threat was one of my characteristic bluffs, especially after being assaulted recently by a guest trainer, I wasn’t about to invite another.

This revelation proved to be more than she could stomach and demanded that I release her immediately. My response was to force her, face down upon the couch sitting upon her back, and applying a set of leg irons. A leather belt was encircled around her waist, with a padlock used to connect her wrist cuffs to the belt.

To this was added a padlocked leather neck collar, a face muzzle, and finally a rubber cock gag. For added humiliation I emphasized these the collars were designed for dogs, and used only on subs who exhibited canine characteristics. Wisely she refrained from struggling as applying these devices requires the sub to remain still.

The gag did suppress intelligible speech but did not prevent her from continuing to mouth protests. Typically I hold off on flogging until the sub is secured in the basement, then reciting my standard training monolog. In this case I retrieved a full face leather hood, with only nose openings, and covered her head with it.

Before she could protest further I threatened to leave the hood on for the entire session, she would signal her cooperation by nodding her head. She immediately nodded, but for good measure I left the hood in place for about three minutes, at which time the hood was removed These hoods are almost always effective for this type of situation. After proceeding to attach a four foot chain leash to her collar, my sub was led to the basement. The uppity aerobics bitch was completely docile, so powerful is the hood at influencing behavior. Just for good measure I carried the hood with me, taunting her by suggesting that it be reapplied This brought a desperate shaking of her head, coupled with her muffled entreaties not to do so.

The order of my submissive training regimen has become rather standardized, thus from time to time I use a variation. Instead of attaching Jackie to the overhead for endurance bondage, she was forced to bend over a saw horse. Her legs were spread wide and ankles attached to the vertical post with plastic cuffs. The wrists remained belted and cuffed behind her, then a piece of rope was run through the ring on her collar. The ends of the rope were pulled down, with one end attached to each of the vertical posts. She was completely immobilized and ready for both the caning and strap on phases of her training.

My explanation of what was to follow was concise. She would receive ten strokes on the buttocks with a rattan, after each stroke she would count by sounding off ,“one mistress thank you may I have another”, until twelve were reached. If the enunciation was insufficient she would receive additional strokes, if still lacking she would wear the hood again, while being fucked anally with the strap on.

I offered her the opportunity to be blindfolded for both the caning and strap on, her response was to shake her head vigorously. Her gag was removed and the caning progressed. After ten strokes, of progressively higher intensity, her buttocks were reddened to the degree I knew that pain would persist for several days. As a reward for her obedience I magnanimously spared her two more strokes. Once again she was gagged by placing the rubber cock dildo back into the face muzzle.

She was left to ponder her fate for a few minutes until I was ready for the anal penetrations to commence. During this period I stood behind and out of her sight. This only adds to the distress the sub is experiencing, it was made clear to her that the penetrations would be intentionally painful, a most ideal complement to the cane inflicted welts covering her buttocks. Once again she declined my offer to be blindfolded.

After attaching the dildo to the strap on belt, a modest quantity of lubricant was applied. I then commenced my penetrations, alternating between rapid and slow thrusts, These were done in a manner most likely to be painful, I don’t provide anal play to my subs for their pleasure. Jackie’s cries of agony, muffled as they were by her gag, left no doubt as to her being in pain.

Ten minutes of penetrations was adequate, at this point I sensed she was nearing her upper limit of pain tolerance. Not wishing to push her beyond that I announced she would receive a temporary reprieve from physical torture.

I then simulated a phone  conversation with the imaginary person of color, whom Jackie had been led to believe would be permitted to use her sexually. He would not be able to stop by. I feigned my disappointment, knowing that Jackie’s reaction would be one of relief. She was left restrained and gagged in her uncomfortable position, bent over the saw horse, while I attended to some personal business.

Upon returning about twenty minutes later I decided that she had endured enough torture and that it was time to secure her for the night. She was placed in my holding cell with a six foot chain connecting her collar to a floor bolt, her gag and other restraints were removed. She would be able to stand but have very limited movement.

Jackie would be monitored via CCTV and subjected to a mix of music from the gospel channels of Sirrius XM. Periodically I would use the intercom to command her to stand at attention or assume some other humiliating position. I could observe her, but she could only hear me. Having been forewarned she would be subjected to additional torture, including the dreaded hood, her obedience responses were excellent and warranted no further punishment.

After Jackie’s sleepless night of confinement, Craig arrived at 10:00 to  pick her up. My ritual for release of subs, had been explained to Craig and agreed to. Still nude, her wrists cuffed behind, Jackie was led on a leash up to a family room, where Craig was waiting. Ordered to kneel before him, reciting from script, she begged for forgiveness, and offered to instantly perform any form of sexual activity that he commanded. Craig declined, Jackie’s restraints were removed and she was allowed to dress before departing. Clearly Craig was one satisfied customer.

END PART 88