Ordeal in Liverpool

ORDEAL IN LIVERPOOL by Long Tall Mary

At forty years old, Kathleen would have made a trophy wife for some deserving guy, but having been divorced for five years, shunned the idea of dating. An elementary school teacher in a suburban Syracuse district, she was extremely devoted to her two daughters, ages nineteen and twenty, both of whom were attending college out of town. With a dead beat ex, a good share of her salary was spent on tuition for the daughters.

A natural blond, at 5’8 and 145 pounds, Kathleen possessed an athletic body, one that enabled her to be a star soccer goalie in college, some twenty years ago. She was a regular at the local fitness center and in addition jogged several times a week. At work she had a propensity for tight fitting and provocative attire, such as short skirts, but few co workers considered her to be a slut, rather the teaser type.

Her aspiration was to eventually become a principal, however her reputation as a mediocre teacher, combined with a long standing feud with the current principal, severely hindered her prospects. Her tendencies for tardiness and excessive sick days provided ammunition for unfavorable performance reviews. Kathleen had spurned his advances some time ago, it was widely believed that this was the basis for the feud.

Kathleen was controversial in other respects as well. She was an outspoken opponent of homosexuality, be it gay or lesbian. This extended not only to the issue of legal protections, but the morality of the lifestyle itself. Considering that a significant number of her co-workers were gay or lesbian, she was regarded by many as being mean spirited and intolerant. In addition she was an avid pro-lifer, and member of a local evangelical church that was the equivalent of the well known Westside Baptist Church.

For all her moral and social piousness, Kathleen used her sex when expedient. Like so many mature women, she was moderately addicted to the use of prescription tranquilizers. In order to assure a continuing supply, on several occasions she had sexual encounters with her male psychiatrist. She detested this, particularly because of his limited erectile capabilities, none the less she acquiesced to his advances .

Kathleen was contemptuous of males with such limited 

capabilities. In the case of the therapist she had prudently refrained from commenting on it, while married, and with male sex partners prior to that, those who did not meet her expectations were openly ridiculed.

In recent weeks Kathleen had nurtured strong bondage fantasies. While exploring sexually explicit web sites, she had come upon a bondage site and was immediately aroused by photos of women in restraint, being used sexually by males. She avoided web sites that depicted lesbian bondage.

Kathleen had no history of bondage experience and could not articulate the reason for the attraction. She had no wish to explore it with her therapist, fearing that he might demand she partake of such activity with him. Her preferences were quite specific-being spanked and fucked while hogtied, with no gags or floggings, a condom would also be required.

Being a long time user of AOL she was familiar with the chat room scene. Using an alternate screen name, she opened her own bondage chat room and was inundated with instant messages. She become quite selective about whom to chat with. One person she become comfortable chatting with was Paul, a 45 year old dom from the Binghamton area, about a ninety minute drive.

Paul was an expert when it came to manipulating the fears of novice submissives. In reality he was a hard core sadist, one who seldom had a second encounter with the same sub. From years of experience he knew that the best method of procuring an encounter, was to pretend to share the bondage preferences of the female.

For example, if a prospective sub was averse to being gagged Paul would assure her that he would honor the preference. Once the actual encounter commenced it was all Paul’s way, the sub would be used in any way he saw fit. That way was usually restrictive hogties, coupled with flogging, nipple torture, and of course gags. If a sub was averse to anal sex, it would be forced upon her. He particularly enjoyed a sub begging for mercy, even more so with the cries muffled by a gag.

Many of Paul’s encounters took place at his home dungeon, where it was feasible to inflict heavy pain and confine subs for extended periods, often attached to an overhead bar or locked in a cage. He particularly enjoyed forcing a sub to wear a hood for varying periods of time, something the majority of them abhor. On a few occasions he was able to have the encounter at the sub’s home, there his treatment was equally brutal. When an encounter took place at a hotel Paul was forced to moderate his activities, much to his dislike of course.

Paul’s occupational status was largely a mystery. While he possessed a law license and was listed in the phone book, he had no office, or known clients. He was an extravagant spender, frequenting area gambling casinos and was known to stay overnight for a week at the Turning Stone Casino. Whatever his real occupation, Paul was the consummate con man when it came to procuring female submissives.

Kathleen naively considered herself to be an excellent judge of character, within two weeks of chatting with Paul she had revealed numerous intimacies about her life. This included her homophobia, which would soon have dire consequences. In addition they had exchanged pictures and chatted by phone. Kathleen easily succumbed to Paul’s prevarications and longed for an encounter with him.

Kathleen, not wishing to appear overly eager, did not immediately agree to a meeting. Finally after nearly three weeks of chatting and playing hard to get, she consented to a meeting at the food court of the Carousel Mall a gigantic shopping mall on the periphery of downtown Syracuse. She told Paul that she might consider going to a local motel, but not to assume it a done deal.

Actually Kathleen had every intention of having a bondage encounter that night, but not a motel, which she considered beneath her dignity. Instead the encounter would be at her house in Liverpool, a mere ten minute drive from the mall. Paul was intuitively certain they would engage in bondage on the first meet, begrudgingly he resigned himself to a motel session.

Paul had long harbored a desire to force an unwilling female sub to have sex with a dominatrix. Fortunately he was acquainted with Mary C., a 60 year old dominatrix from the Syracuse area. At 6’0 and 190 pounds, over the years she had acquired a reputation as a visceral sadist. Forcing lesbian sex upon an unwilling female immediately appealed to her, however Mistress does not perform for free and quoted a three hundred dollar rate, which Paul was more than willing to pay.

The Carousel meeting was scheduled for a Friday at six in the evening. Mistress would await Paul’s call as to the location of the actual encounter and would arrive there at a designated time. Having forced gay sex upon unwilling heterosexual males numerous times, Mistress never failed to be aroused as the sub struggled desperately, however futile, to escape their restraints upon learning their fate. It was a welcome change to know that the unwilling sub would be a female.

Kathleen took Friday as a sick day and spent the better part of the afternoon prepping herself for the encounter. Trying to appear as whorish as possible, she wore a black mini-skirt and tight white blouse, with the later complimenting her impressive cleavage. It was December and sub-freezing in Syracuse, Kathleen wore a green suede waist length coat which did nothing to conceal the mini, the clacking sounds of a pair of red Classic Mary Jane stilettos with 4 ½ heels, further assured that heads would turn as she strutted the mall concourse. She relished the thought of being conspicuous amongst the holiday shopping crowd.

After taking a sedative pill, the third of the day, Kathleen drove to the mall. At 5:30 immediately before departing she made a cell call to Paul, who indicated the meeting was on schedule. Kathleen, while clearly an assertive woman, was perceived by many to be high strung, something not advantageous in this situation.

Upon entering the food court Kathleen realized Paul was already present, sitting alone at a table, a soft drink in his hand. His attire was casual, jeans, a black pullover sweater, with a black leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

One immediate turnoff was Paul’s appearance, at 5’7 and nearly 190 pounds, he was much heavier than in his photo. Kathleen had a negative bias towards slovenly males but struggled to put it aside for the moment. For nearly ten minutes they carried on a conversation, avoiding the question of whether an encounter would take place. At that point Paul suggested that the two proceed immediately to a local five star hotel.

Kathleen had decided in advance that she would play hard to get, but she was unable to resist his advance. She offered the use of her house, he could follow her in his vehicle. Paul was elated by the offer, straining to conceal his delight. After writing down her address, the two left the mall, rendezvoused in their separate vehicles, then proceeded towards her home with Paul following closely behind.

During the trip Paul was able to contact Mistress by cell, jubilantly reporting the unexpected development. Mistress would wait until Paul called before she would arrive at Kathleen’s home.

As it was about a thirty minute drive from her home in Camillus, she departed immediately carrying an oversized handbag, which contained her toys. She would loiter in the Liverpool area awaiting Paul’s call.

Kathleen was fraught with anxiety during the drive and took one more tranquilizer, she knew this was her limit and any further sedation would leave her visibly impaired. She now had an uneasy feeling about Paul, he seemed more benign when talking by phone, maybe it would have better  to accept the hotel offer. It took every ounce of willpower to psyche herself and refrain from calling off the home encounter.

The two vehicles pulled into her driveway at the same time. Paul removed his toy bag from the trunk and followed Kathleen inside, then wasted no time in getting down to business. Standing in the living room he commanded “you stupid slut undress now and do it quickly ”, it was clearly a menacing tone. Kathleen summoned her courage and complied, while doing so Paul removed a coil of red rope from his bag. Paul was extremely proficient in rope work and was disdainful towards handcuffs.

In short order Paul completed the rope work on the upper part of her body. To make it more painful he used a harness arrangement and with her wrists tied behind her, he raised them nearly to her shoulder blades, in rear preacher fashion. When Kathleen complained of the discomfort his response was “slut you will not speak without permission”, then producing a red ball gag. She immediately balked, as the agreement had been for no gag.

Paul roughly dragged her into the bedroom, forcing her face down upon the bed. Kneeling atop her, the ball gag was forced into place. A leather collar was then padlocked around her neck. Kathleen now realized she was dealing with a sadist, and helpless in his hands. Paul completed her bondage by tying her ankles together, then attaching the other end of the rope around her neck. She was now hogtied in a manner that would result in strangulation if she struggled. Thoughts that he might be homicidal entered her mind.

Next was a monolog recital of just what Kathleen could expect. “You will be fucked in every hole, suck cock and feel the whip, in addition I have made arrangements for a dominatrix to be here shortly, and you will serve at her pleasure-then you will submit to me”. Kathleen desperately wanted to protest but the combination of the ball gag and neck tie made such effort futile.

With horror she listened as he dialed a number and gave directions for her house to the dominatrix. He then held the phone up to her ear, an evil sounding female voice chortled “You uppity bitch, you will soon learn the pleasure of lesbian sex, don’t go anywhere”. The conversation was terminated, Paul produced a lycra hood and pulled it over Kathleen’s head, her sensory deprivation was now complete.

Kathleen’s anxiety was so intense, she knew that she could not survive were it not for the extra sedation. Paul casually remarked to her that being blindfolded would make the anxiety of waiting for the dominatrix more bearable. For fifteen minutes Kathleen remained hooded, unable to determine what Paul was doing, she soon heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, a door slamming, followed by female footsteps in the house.

Paul and Mistress had already agreed on a ploy to inflict further terror upon their prisoner. Sometime after Mistress arrived she would insist on transporting Kathleen to a lesbian bar near Oswego, where she would be put on public display, then run through a sex gauntlet. Paul would vehemently refuse to go along with and would come off looking like a nice guy. Mistress was very adept at this type of ploy.

The hood was removed, allowing Kathleen her first look at the sadistic dominatrix. Wearing a whorish looking blond hairpiece, a black vinyl mini with matching top, and red calf length boots, it was clear that Mistress was in charge as she barked out commands to Paul, first to remove the rope from around her neck, and then to attach a set of nipple clamps.

“Are you comfy, I know you can’t speak but nod your head if you are” commanded Mistress. When Kathleen failed to respond Mistress tugged on the chain connecting the clamps, the searing pain eliciting both a scream followed by a reluctant shaking of her head. “Now it is time for television”, Mistress announced, then proceeded to lead Kathleen to the living room.

One of Mistress’ favorite activities was to sit on a couch, watching television, with the sub bound and kneeling on the floor in front of her. A leash is then attached to the front of the collar forcing the subs face tightly into her crotch, the 18 inch nipple clamp connecting chain lies within easy reach. The sub pleasures the pussy of Mistress for the duration of the show, any lack of effort by the sub is punished by yanking the chain forward.

Free from the hogtie Kathleen was ordered to hobble into the living room and kneel before the couch, her gag was then removed. Mistress sat facing her and after attaching the collar leash, her face was pulled into her crotch. Mistress yanked once on the nipple chain as a reminder, causing Kathleen to once again shriek in pain.

While Mistress enjoyed watching a rerun of the “Jeffersons” on TV, Kathleen busied herself with the task of vigorously using her tongue to satisfy Mistress’ perverse desire for forced oral vaginal sex. She had fastened a belt around her own waist, then attached the chain from the leash to the belt. This resulted in Kathleen’s face inescapably compressed into her crotch, Mistress had removed her mini to accommodate it. As much as she loathed the smell and taste of her juices, the thought of another tug on the nipple chain induced Kathleen to perform vigorously with her tongue.

After about twenty minutes of this Kathleen was freed from her Siamese arrangement, Mistress informed Kathleen that she would be fucked anally with a strap on. As Mistress had no further use for her mouth, Kathleen’s was again gagged, this time with a pair of obviously soiled panties, then led to the bedroom. After generously removing her nipple clamps, Kathleen was forced to lie on the bed on her stomach, two pillows were used to elevate her ass to the desired height.

Although already numbed from the depravities inflicted upon her, the anal rape would be the most painful, indeed Kathleen was even more terrified as Mistress made it clear that such rape could be done primarily for erotic pleasure, or solely for torture, and in her case it would be the later as punishment for her contempt towards lesbians.

Using a gloved hand Mistress applied a quantity of a special mineral oil concoction, one that left a particularly painful stinging sensation. She made this known to Kathleen, who wondered as to what length this pathological sadist would stop at. Even more chilling was Mistress evil smile as she attached the strap on to herself.

The penetrations were brutally painful, with the thrusts irregularly timed to keep Kathleen off guard. She was an anal virgin, having refused to participate in it with her ex. It was every bit as distasteful and painful as she had ever imagined, Kathleen knew she would be sore for days to come, the rope used for her breast harness bit painfully into the skin. For the time being the sting from the mineral oil masked the pain of the dildo penetrations, as the rape continued for nearly ten minutes before it was halted.

It was time for the previously concocted ploy. Mistress announced her van would be used to transport Kathleen to the lesbian bar for public sex. Paul was ordered to put her in the rear of the van, she would remain naked, hogtied, gagged and hooded for the trip. Mistress provided a vivid description of what would transpire at the bar. Kathleen desperately wanted to beg for mercy but the filthy panties, covered by a strip of tape were still stuffed in her mouth.

At this point Paul become assertive, flatly refusing to permit the transport to take place. “The bitch stays here, if you don’t like it fuck yourself”, he defiantly stated. In real life no one, male or female, would speak like that to Mistress.

Mistress owned a bar in downtown Syracuse, where her reputation as a dominatrix and propensity for sadistic retaliation were well known. Paul recalled being there about a  year ago, when an inebriated middle aged male called her “an ugly cunt”. Mistress kneed the jerk in the groin before dragging him into the ladies room, where he was handcuffed to the sink pipe, his pants pulled down and his cock displayed. She then announced to the female patrons they were welcome to use the staff restroom, but during the half hour of confinement, four of these patrons showed no reluctance to use the public one.

However the current act was for show and Mistress played along, she stormed out of the house after hurling some choice epithets at Paul. For less than an hour of work she had collected three hundred dollars.

The purpose of the act was to have Paul come off looking like the good guy, having saved Kathleen from public humiliation and sex. Still gagged, bound tightly hand and foot, Kathleen had a glimmer of hope that she had endured the worse, that Paul would now subject her to less painful bondage. This would not prove to be the case.

END PART 1