THE TRAMP SISTERS   by LONG TALL MARY

Walter is a mild mannered six foot, one hundred eighty pound bondage dilettante. A resident of the Syracuse suburb of Cicero, never married, he is employed as a machinist by a local aerospace corporation. I have known Walter for nearly fifteen years, we first met at a bondage support group meeting, which I chaired at the time.

I don’t take kindly to most males who claim to be bondage dominants, but for some reason Walter was tolerable. He is a regular customer at my downtown bar, lately karaoke is his main interest, as well as the prospect of meeting a female sub. That has never happened, for the most part Walter procures his submissives online and either has encounters at a motel when out of town, or locally at his home. Propitiously it is a single family structure well suited for bondage play.

Somewhere along the line Walter had the misfortune of meeting two sisters, who charitably can be described as white trash. While not twins their appearances are similar, Cheryl at 25 is the older of the two, Jeanine at 21 is the younger. Each has two out of wedlock children, neither has worked a day in their life, and their sole reported income is from social services.

Their unreported income is generated from prostitution, neither has the discipline necessary to work as a house prostitute or as an escort. They procure their clients either online or from local bars. At least three such bars have banned the two, as their soliciting tends to be overly aggressive.

Walter’s first three encounters were with Jeanine, she was paid one hundred fifty dollars for a two hour bondage session. Jeanine proved to be an overly assertive submissive in such ways as refusing to be gagged and demanding that the restraints be applied in a manner from which she could easily escape. Likewise her tolerance for pain was quite limited, she refused to wear nipple or genital clamps, and would not permit a vibrator to be secured in her cunt.

Servicing Walter was a bargain for a sub. He has been plagued by lifelong erectile dysfunction, so the sub has little reason to fear STD. Walter’s predicament began on the fourth encounter when Cheryl, without seeking permission in advance, accompanied Jeanine to the session and agreed to participate as a second sub. When the session concluded Cheryl demanded one hundred fifty dollars for herself, in addition to the one hundred fifty for Jeanine.

Walter balked at this demand and immediately thereafter his problems began. He received a call from a unknown male threatening to do him harm if Cheryl were not compensated. The cell phone call showed “restricted”, little did Walter know that the caller was from Reading, Pennsylvania, and not in a position to consummate his threats. In addition he received numerous threatening text messages from both Cheryl and Jeanine.

That Walter had previously acquiesced to Jeanine’s bondage preferences, led to this most unfortunate development. 

It was at this point that Walter sought my assistance and offered to generously compensate me if I would participate in a scheme involving chicanery. He would lure Cheryl and Jeanine to his home, with a promise they Cheryl would be compensated for the prior encounter. In addition the two would be compensated another one hundred fifty dollars apiece for the new encounter. Unknown to the duo it would be a foursome, with me participating as a dominatrix.

The idea immediately appealed to me, chicanery having long been my trademark,  I wasn’t concerned about the legal ramifications as the two had left numerous incriminating text messages. It would be a pleasure to have the two tramps bound and gagged, forced to engage in bondage activities not to their liking. I offered to perform the service for a mere one hundred fifty dollars, a bargain offering on my part.

One question needed to be resolved, whether or not Walter would lure the tramps into undressing before springing the surprise on them, or whether they should be forcibly undressed immediately upon their arrival. Either way I would wear a ski mask, my aversion to them notwithstanding. My van would be parked at a nearby plaza, from where Walter would drive me to his home. As this was not close to another home, the presence of my vehicle might cause suspicion.

It was decided to confront the two upon their arrival and force them to undress. I would be carrying my electric stun device, they would be ordered to undress, then each would  receive a mild jolt that would put them in a compliant frame of mind. If they balked they would receive more powerful jolts and be forcibly undressed. In any event I was confident of my ability to overpower them, being that Walter is quite competent with ropes, they would be securely bound, voluntarily or otherwise.

The session was scheduled for Thursday at 10:00AM. In the meantime I contacted a source who specializes in tracing cell phone calls. It took about three hours, but even with the restricted call to Walter, he was able to ascertain the subscriber as Jay Smith of Reading, PA, and further that the call had been made from that area. This information would be used to our advantage at the session.

I detest having to cover my face for bondage encounters, despite assurances from Walter that the tramps had never heard of me, I felt it was a prudent move. My attire would be a black vinyl mini, matching bikini and boots. At sixty two years of age, six foot tall, and weighing one hundred eighty pounds, my appearance can be quite intimidating to  adversaries.

Cheryl and Jeanine arrived upon schedule, with neither being attired in a manner becoming a bondage submissive. One wore a green vinyl coat, the other a tan sweater coat. Each was clad in jeans, one a tight pull over sweater, and the other a sweat shirt. Both were brunettes, about fix foot six and one hundred thirty pounds. Neither was particularly good looking or curvaceous, their hair styling and facial cosmetic use left much to be desired.

Once inside they exchanged pleasantries with Walter before removing their coats. At this point I emerged from a side room and took charge of the situation.

“Today we will be having a foursome, with you two tramps as the submissives and Walter and myself as your master and mistress, now undress and be quick about it”, I commanded. Before either could protest I delivered one jolt from my stun device to each, the low setting assured they would be only momentarily incapacitated.

The jolts had the desired effect although Cheryl did mouth a protest, to the effect that we had no right to treat them like this. My response was another jolt to each and a stern warning not to speak without permission. For two hookers who had been very explicit about violence in their text messages, they proved to be quite docile. They began slowly undressing, their pace increasing after Jeanine received yet another jolt.

There they stood in the living room completely naked, cowering in fear. I found neither to be any more appealing than when they were dressed. Walter began his methodical rope work, binding each identically, arms behind their backs with elbows to the opposite wrist and a rope harness encircling their breasts. When he completed this work I attached narrow collars around their necks and fastened them uncomfortably tight.

A separate leash was attached to each collar and Walter had the pleasure of leading the two to the basement. His dungeon is fairly well equipped including a winching device attached to the ceiling, from which a wire cable is attached. After the cable was attached to Jeanine’s elbow ropes, it was winched upward so they so that she was forced to stand partially upon her toes. Using pre knotted nylon ropes, I bound her ankles and legs together.

Cheryl’s bondage was equally uncomfortable. She was forced to kneel on the carpeted floor facing the wall, a plastic strip was used to attach the front ring of her collar to a ring embedded in the wall; she was unable to move from this tight position. Before she could protest a ball gag was applied and a permeable spandex hood was pulled over her head. The restraint, coupled with the sensory deprivation, would allow her to ponder what further torture she would be subjected to.

Next my attention was to Jeanine who immediately balked at the prospect of being gagged, especially when I produced a pair of my panties, emphasizing that they were soiled from earlier wear. My two favorite methods of forcing open the mouth of a submissive are twisting a nipple, or simply pinching both nostrils shut. I chose the later and the panties were quickly inserted. To complete her gag arrangement a black strip of high quality industrial  tape was applied, indeed Walter has some excellent bondage gear.

It was now time for a bit of telephonic chicanery. Leaving Walter to monitor the two tramps in the basement, I went upstairs and retrieved the cell phones of both Jeanine and Cheryl. Not surprisingly the phone number of Jay in Reading appeared in the contact section of each phone.

Upon dialing the number from Cheryl’s phone it was promptly answered by a male voice, expecting it to be her from Caller ID, he greeted her by name. Needless to say he was quite shocked when I identified myself as a dominatrix and stated that Cheryl and Jeanine were both “tied up at the moment”.

I then stated the purpose of the call. After informing Jay that his address was known to me, I assured him that I had associates in his area, who would do violence to him if the threatening calls to Walter continued. Of course it was a bluff, but I can be quite convincing. I hung up after a minimum of conversation. Within two minutes Jay dialed Jeanine’s cell phone, upon learning that he was again speaking to me, he hung up without further comment.

Next on the phone contact list was “Sol”. Walter had told me that both sisters were inveterate marijuana users, and their dealer was someone named Sol. I dialed the number from Cheryl’s phone and a male voice answered, once again assuming it was her. My ruse, however implausible, was that I was a DEA agent and that Cheryl was cooperating in a drug investigation targeting him. He promptly hung up.

While searching Cheryl’s purse more incriminating material was found. She had two social services ID cards, each with a separate name, but with the same photo. A copy of each was made, as with the telephone book information, this would be used to our advantage.

My glee was difficult to contain, it was almost certain the relationships between the individuals would be severely damaged. Upon returning to the basement I found Walter enjoying Jeanine, he had attached a set of nipple clamps to her and was yanking the chain back and forth. Jeanine’s two piece gag effectively muffled any intelligible speech, but not the erotically pleasing cries of pain.

The two bondagettes were informed that I had taken the liberty of contacting their two acquaintances, but without revealing the content of the calls. Jeanine’s stare was one of desperation, while Cheryl’s hood prevented me from observing her reaction.

Walter and I had not agreed before hand as to the specifics of the bondage encounter, I was confident that it would proceed harmoniously with each of us having the opportunity to inflict some pain to each of the tramp sisters. Using one of my floggers, Jeanine received twenty five lashes, interspersed between her buttocks, back and breasts.

After the flogging I decided it was time to modify her gag, caution is always in order when the mouth is stuffed with an object. Both the tape and panties were removed, before Jeanine had an opportunity to speak, a ball gag was put in place. I then proceeded to describe some of what was in store for her, namely some anal strap on play, coupled with some mouth work on her part, to pleasure my own asshole.

First it was time to devote some attention to Cheryl, for this Jeanine was disconnected from the winch and attached to a saw horse device. Her upper body rope arrangement was left in place, her  legs were spread and leather cuffs were used to attach each ankle to the base of the device This was too comfortable for my satisfaction, so I attached one end of a rope to the ring of her collar, it was then pulled down and attached to a floor ring. This assured Jeanine was bent quite uncomfortably over the horse, left to ponder her fate, not knowing when the strap on intrusion would commence.

Cheryl was released from her kneeling position and attached to the winch in the same manner as Jeanine. Her hood and ball gag were removed, knowing how she detested the hood, I indicated that it would be reapplied if she failed to follow any of my commands.

Her training would now consist of enunciation recital combined with the use of a flogger. After I administered a lash to her buttocks, she would sound off in the manner of  “One mistress, thank you may I have another”, she was informed that the number of lashes would depend upon the decibel level of her enunciation.  My intent was to administer at least twenty lashes, irrespective of how well she performed. Before starting I attached a clothespin to her clit, “this will take your mind off the lashes”, I chortled as she screeched in pain.

Cheryl took twenty five lashes and after the tenth begged me to stop. Her pleas were ignored and after the next fifteen lashes, I was satisfied that enough pain had been inflicted. The ball gag was again strapped into place; she was spared the hood, but the clit clothespin remained in place. This bondage would remain constant for the rest of the session.

At this point I was somewhat eager to end the session, as my displeasure wearing a mask is so great. Walter was amusing himself by yanking Cheryl’s nipple clamps back and forth, then I directed him to prepare Jeanine with anal lubrication. His demeanor was miffed that I was giving the orders, wisely he chose not to protest.

My feelings towards Walter are ambivalent, while I like him as an individual, his competence as a dom is marginal. He may be competent in his ropework and have a well equipped dungeon, yet I have little respect for a dom who acquiesces to the bondage preferences of a sub. Had he been more assertive initially with Jeanine, he would not be in his current predicament.

Walter proceeded to apply the lubricant at a dawdling pace, my impatience was shown by standing beside and staring intently at him, my arms folded tightly in front of me. With that task completed I directed him to apply lubrication, then a butt plug to Cheryl. Once again he appeared miffed, he seemed ill at ease performing this task. It was finally completed, Cheryl now had attachments to both her clit and asshole, assuring even greater discomfort.

My anal strap on rape of Jeanine was slow, deliberate, and excruciatingly painful, all by design of course. Bent over the horse, she had only a frontal view and could only anticipate the timing of my thrusts from the rear. These were timed to be irregular, there might be one minute between thrusts, or there might be ten thrusts per minute. The only constant was that each thrust was of maximal force, to assure maximal pain.

With the strap on rape complete, Jeanine would be required to pleasure both my cunt and asshole with her mouth. For this she would remain attached to the saw horse, while I sat on a stool facing her. She was required to spend about three minutes pleasuring my cunt, the fact that I was holding my shocker device most certainly induced her to perform to my satisfaction.

For the oral anal portion I switched positions on the stool, allowing access by Jeanine. She was required to use her tongue for about five minutes, her performance was adequate. I complimented on her performance, then using my flogger I delivered the most stinging blow of the session to her buttocks, causing her to shriek in pain.

Nearly ninety minutes had elapsed since the beginning of the session, it was my decision to end it at this time. This was certainly to Walter’s dismay, as he had hoped to inflict further depravities upon the tramps Cheryl would be spared any anal intrusions, other than the butt plug which Walter had inserted.

The two tramps were released from their restraints and required to stand at attention as I addressed them. First off I showed Cheryl photocopies of her duplicate IDs. My intent was to discourage any thoughts they might have of going to the police. If they did I assured Cheryl that she would loose her double social service benefits. I also reminded them that their threatening text messages would be preserved.

The two were allowed to dress and leave, they did so without comment. Walter suffered no retaliation and within two weeks both had moved to the New York City area. Reportedly their local drug supplier refused to speak with them.

The eventual outcome for Walter was tragic. In desperation for a female submissive, he made online contact with a person he believed to be a fifteen year old female. It was a police undercover operative. When Walter drove to a local McDonald’s for a rendezvous, the only persons waiting for him were three police officers.

He was arrested, ultimately he was convicted and served ninety days of house arrest, as a condition of probation he was prohibited from using the Internet. In addition he has been forced to register as a sex  offender,

Most recently Walter contacted me and indicated he wished to explore the possibility of serving a dominatrix. My response was noncommittal but I just may grant his wish.

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