Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary

A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New York and describes some of her more memorable encounters.

CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job

My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 foot weight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long Tall Mary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrix in the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as the tallest. I'd like to share some of these memories with you and I'll start by relating some of my personal history.

Basically I'm a dominate bi-sexual. For 15 years I've been divorced and that coincided with the start of my dominatrix career. I owned a bar at the time but because I hired others to do the work it wasn't all that profitable. Fortunately in later years I was able to do well on inheritances and also on an auto accident lawsuit. This gave me the financial security to afford an expensive suburban home with a well equipped basement dungeon.

When I first divorced I needed money and I learned of, shall we say, a consortium of dominatrixes who rented space in a house that was equipped with a dungeon. This was located in a safe suburban area where one didn't have to worry about being mugged or have their vehicle ripped off. The guy who owned the house you could say was a promoter more than a pimp. Dominatrixes were considered employees off the books needless to say. The individual dominatrix solicited prospects on their own for the most part and paid the owner a set fee per client.

I always had a kinky side to me but I could never get my ex interested in bdsm either as a dom or submissive but I knew some people who were into the scene and had a pretty good idea how the system worked. When I approached Craig and inquired about working for him he readily accepted my offer.

There were a number of advantages of working for Craig. One is that he wasn't into drugs or violence. He spent most of his time managing his rental properties and his only legal problems were with the IRS. The only time he got busted was for prostitution when an ex female employee set him and another dominatrix up. Craig paid the legal fees for the employee and charges against both were dismissed.

Another advantage was that Craig provided security at "The Hotel" as we referred to it. All a dominatrix had to do was push a button and a security person would come down to the dungeon. Approximately 90% of our customers were male and with no practical way of screening new customers having security available provided for peace of mind. They were rarely needed however.

Craig did have a fairly high turnover rate of employees. He did not tolerate employees or customers selling or using drugs at the hotel and more than one employee got the axe for this reason. The most common reason was the employee would arrange to have a private encounter with the customer thus depriving Craig of income.

It didn't take long for me to become competent in the techniques of the trade such as restraint, flagellation and cbt. I soon acquired a reputation for being the meanest of the dominatrix. This was always of concern to Craig as he feared someone getting hurt or loosing business but in the end I got my way. I had little sympathy for the johns, most of them wimps, who paid to be abused by me and they got more than their moneys worth.

It wasn't uncommon that I used some bizarre techniques. One was finding which johns were homophobic. Every now and then I would invite one of my gay dominate acquaintances to a session to terrorize the john. Craig tried to force me to stop doing it but I was generating too much income for him overall and I let him know it. Craig also expected the employees to serve him sexually on occasion with he being the dom. I quickly dispelled any hopes Craig had that I would so serve him and he never bothered me.

The main disadvantage of working at the hotel was the emphasis on volume. Ordinarily a session ran two and a half hours and it wasn't uncommon for one customer leaving to pass by another who was arriving. The fact that the clientele was predominantly male and willing also tended to be a turn off. We did get a handful of females and occasionally a TV but they too were quite willing and hardly proved challenging. My fantasy had always been to be a mistress to unwilling female slaves. I would have made a good white slaver but that kind of stuff exists only in the minds of fiction writers.

After working for Craig for about eight years I came to be quite secure financially and wasn't dependent on hotel income. My bar business had improved and with the inheritance and lawsuit money I was able to purchase an expensive home in suburban Camillus and outfit a dungeon.

The time had come to quit working for Craig and cultivate my own clientele. Craig initially was extremely upset and literally begged me to stay. I assured him that I was not competing with him and that my clientele would be almost exclusively female. He finally came to grips with this but two or three times a year I return to the hotel mainly as a substitute for one of his regular employees.

It was quite a relief to operate out of my home. The time constraints that were a fact of life at the hotel no longer existed and I was able to book a few clients for overnight stays. Even more importantly is that I was able to be very selective as to my clients. Most were lesbians but a significant number were heterosexuals experiencing their first BDSM encounter.

While I realized I would never fulfill my fantasy of confining slaves involuntarily I did find a niche in the market for a category that might be termed semi-willing sub. Actually most of them aren't submissives by definition. These are cases where a significant other to the female such as parent, husband, or boyfriend exert strong influence over the female usually financial. As a condition for continued support they must submit to a dominatrix to correct their undesirable behavior. These cases can prove to be very challenging.

I've had several requests from males to train their wives or girl friends in their presence but I have never granted such a request. A few years ago at the hotel a dominatrix granted such a request to a boy friend. After the female was restrained he attempted to overpower and tie up the dominatrix. We never found out what his intentions were. Fortunately the dominatrix was able to summon security and an ugly scene ensued. Since that incident I resolved never to put myself in that situation.

My first such case involved the 19 year old daughter of a prominent Syracuse area socialite. The wench had fallen into undesirable habits such as excessive drinking and associating with persons of inferior social stature.

Her mother gave her an edict to either accept three hours of my corporal correction or her allowance would be terminated meaning she would have to get a job for the first time in her life. The mother was quite insistent that the wench not be subjected to any of the usual anal, oral and other sexual tortures. This was acceptable to me.

Tiffany was driven to my house by her mother. My protocol is to meet the client in the garage and without saying a word I cuff their hands behind them in the presence of their escort who leaves immediately. The client is then walked down to my dungeon for assessment. Actually I make my decision on what training techniques to use after this brief assessment. It's a rather subjective process but I find it preferable to a preset routine.

My client was clearly fearful which is the way I like them. Tiffany is a 5'4, 140 pound short haired brunette. She is a buxom plumper one who will never make the cover of Mademoiselle but who has considerable sex appeal none the less. She was attired provocatively in a short black dress and heels. I was wearing a two piece leather outfit. Tiffany's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of what was probably the first dungeon she had ever visited. Especially terrifying was my jail cell. This replicates an ordinary jail cell complete with steel bars on the door. Its used mostly for my overnight guests and Tiffany was only to be mine for three hours.

After attaching a leather collar around her neck I removed the cuffs and ordered her to undress with the exception of heels and hose. After giving her a brief introduction to the flogger I attached a leash to the collar and put her through the standard leashing exercises. These consist of making the sub crawl on hands and knees around the cellar making either barking or mooing sounds. Tiffany was instructed to make barking sounds but it took several lashes before she performed them in the correct manner.

Having completed her leashing exercises I attached Tiffany to the overhead bar using leather cuffs and proceeded to the intensive flogging routine. Lashes were deftly administered to her buttocks, breasts, and cunt in a progressively severe manner. Tiffany seemed to have a problem addressing me as "Mistress" and she took some heavy pain as a result. The three hours went fast and I felt that I had not achieved my goal. It was my distinct feeling that the wench was enjoying the torture. I regretted not being able to use additional techniques upon her but the first rule of business is to honor the wishes of the person paying the bill.

At the end of the three hours I released Tiffany to her mother with my recommendation that she be brought back for more intensive training. The mother was non committal. About a week later I received a call from the irate mother questioning my competence as a trainer. It seems like the daughter was begging for another session with me. I explained to the mother the necessity of using more severe methods but I ended up loosing a customer. You just can't please everybody.

Another semi willing case proved to be more satisfying. The dominant of a lesbian couple wanted the submissive to be trained. Again it was a case of a wealthy person exerting influence over someone who was economically dependent upon them. Beth was a 26 year old 5'6, 110 blue eyed blond whose duties were to serve as housekeeper for a female psychiatrist. Lately she had been refusing to perform these duties diligently and was not sexually responsive to her mistress. Beth was an inveterate man hater who probably hadn't had a male cock in any of her ports since she was a teenager if even then.

Her mistress gave her the choice of spending a night at my dungeon for behavioral modification or being evicted. Beth begrudgingly chose the former and was delivered to me by her mistress. Little assessment was needed as I had already made plans for her. She was taken to the basement, stripped and cuffed to the overhead bar after which I proceeded to soften her up with my flogger.

One of my strong points is my superior rope skills unlike the majority of dominatrix. What I had in mind for Beth was ideally suited for a ball tie position and I took Beth down from the bar and rigidly tied her in such a position on the floor. I used a metal dental gag which forced her mouth open leaving it accessible for various penetrations but preventing intelligible speech.

Prior to Beth's arrival I had made arrangements for a male bondage trainer to be present to assist in her training. This person was Vince from Utica. Vince could be characterized as a super stud as prior to returning to his native Utica he had spent a few years on the West Coast and appeared in a number of porn movies. One requisite for such acting is an ability to have a superb erectile capability or perhaps medically speaking to be hypererectogenic. Such ability would be needed for breaking the will of a stubborn man hater such as Beth.

With Beth securely bound and gagged Vince made his appearance wearing a ski mask to conceal his identity. Beth realizing what was imminent thrashed about and yelled to the best of her ability but the restraints made her efforts futile. Still I wish I had a video of her efforts as it was a classic. She did her best to resist Vince's repeated thrusting and no doubt she was determined not to come. Vince was equally determined that she would.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Beth tired of her resistance and surrendered. Still her ordeal was not complete. Vince next turned his attention to mouth fucking her. Had it not been for the dental gag Beth would have incapacitated Vince permanently but the gag held firm and Beth had no choice but to swallow his semen.

Beth spent the rest of the night in my cell and was released to her mistress the next morning. Her mistress reports that her attitude has improved tremendously and that the mere mention of another session with Long Tall Mary paralyzes Beth with fear. Clearly I have one satisfied customer.

One of my long standing interests was in the use of electro shock therapy as a means of behavioral modification. Craig cringed at the mention of such a modality but now that I was an independent I was free to pursue my desires. I sought out Gary a gay bondage trainer from Rochester who was reputed to be knowledgeable in this area. He agreed to train me in the basics. Since I would never be submissive to any male or female I was permitted to observe as Gary used this technique on one of his willing submissives. It is a technique that is inherently dangerous yet can be mastered through adequate training. After instruction from Gary I felt competent to use it on my own clients and I invested nearly $1700.00 to procure the necessary equipment. That investment wound soon prove useful.

I was approached by Dominic whom I knew little about other than he was a reputed higher echelon organized crime figure. To this day I don't know if he was into loan sharking or what but he certainly fit the stereotype. Dominic's problem was with his 25 year old live in girlfriend Veronica. A coke addict she had run up a fortune on his credit cards and Dominic learned she had a brief affair with a male assistant district attorney. He was willing to pay a handsome amount for Veronica to stay overnight at my dungeon and in addition to basic behavioral modification he wanted her interrogated to determine if she had betrayed any secrets.

Veronica was delivered to me by Dominic believing she would only be undergoing a three hour session. Without saying a word to her I cuffed her behind her back and told Dominic to check back with me in two days about her release. She went spastic spewing venomous remarks at Dominic. I just smiled and dragged the struggling bitch to the basement. Despite her petite build she put up a good fight. An Italian immigrant of only three years she spoke remarkably fluent and unaccented English.

The fact that she was casually attired in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and poorly made up did nothing to improve my attraction for her. While I don't have a formal dress code for my submissives I do expect them to be more suitably attired and made up. After first removing her sweatpants and pulling up her sweatshirt I took the bitch over my knee and proceeded to give her a vicious flogging. When she realized how easy it was for me to overpower and control her it resulted in her struggling abating although not her mouth. A pair of soiled panties that I always keep on hand were stuffed into her mouth taking care of that matter.

One of my numerous pieces of bondage furniture is a high backed wooden chair which is secured welded to the floor. It was the ideal position for my first application of electroshock therapy. Using leather cuffs and belts I secured Veronica to the chair in a seated position and used a pair of heavy scissors to cut away her remaining clothing. Her arms rested on the chair elbows and I spread each leg as far back as it would go before attaching it to the chair leg.

From what I'd learned electroshock works best on a shaved pussy. Veronica was sporting a full mound of hair and since most of my clients are already shaven I couldn't resist the temptation to shave her. She cringed in humiliation as I lathered her up and deftly shaved her hairs. Then I rolled over the cart containing the electrical equipment. It clearly had a terrifying effect on her and I left her gagged for the time being.

As I applied gel and electrodes to her nipples and crotch area I explained to her that she would be taught obedience Pavlovian style and this would include inquiry into her sexual habits. Any vocal outbursts would result in the maximum current intensity being applied and likewise if I concluded she was being deceptive.

Before removing the gag I instructed her not to speak without permission. Immediately after removing it she begged me to let her go. I delivered my first zap of current on low intensity warning her that every time she spoke without permission she would receive a heavier zap. The intensity clearly was effective and it shut her up. She no longer displayed the façade of bravado that she had attempted earlier.

To soften up the bitch for the interrogation part I used my speech training methods. These consist of making the sub utter statements such as "I'm a worthless slut" and receiving a lash if they fail to respond emphatically enough. In this case if the response was not adequate she received a jolt of current. I alternated the jolts between her nipples and crotch. She proved to be quite responsive to this technique and I decided it was time to move on to the interrogation part.

The interrogation proved surprisingly easy. Not only did she confess to the affair with the probation officer but also to an earlier affair with the cable repairman. Dominic wasn't even aware of the repairman's visit. I was certain that once I made that known to Dominic he would have his house swept for bugging devices and would vent his wrath upon Veronica for such an indiscretion if not upon the repairman as well. The good news was that she denied revealing anything personal about Dominic to anyone. In fact she seemed to have no knowledge of his activities other than he was employed as a business agent for a local union.

After nearly an hour of interrogation I decided that little additional information could be obtained and that the repetitive shocks had worn down her resistance. I released her from the chair and let her rest unrestrained for awhile in my cell before continuing with her training. The cell was windowless and austere equipped only with a toilet and a mattress lying on the concrete floor. Video and audio equipment had been installed which enabled me to monitor my dungeon from upstairs.

For the next hour or so I did some work upstairs monitoring my trainee periodically with the video monitor. Deciding it was time to move on with the training I removed her from the cell and used my red and white candy striped rope to tie her in a rigid hogtie. For the next fifteen minutes or so I used one of my riding crops on her. I left her ungagged but warned her not to speak without permission which she wisely heeded. It was now time for her to receive her first exposure to the dominatrix style of oral and anal sex.

Veronica insisted she had no prior lesbian sexual contacts. From having worked at the hotel I had plenty of experience with males performing oral sex on me but only a handful of females had done likewise. Veronica performed quite enthusiastically licking my pussy straining within the confines of her rigid hogtie as I pulled her forward by the hair.While I had become rather desensitized to male pussy licking I found it quite pleasurable to be serviced by a female especially one who despite apparent enthusiasm detested every second of it.

The bitch must have thought that when I told her to stop after nearly ten minutes that would be the last of it. Much to her chagrin I ordered her to begin licking my asshole and she had the audacity to defy me. Picking up my flogger I positioned her in such a manner that I was able to deliver a severe lash to her pussy and I threatened to reattach the electrodes. It did the trick and for spite I ordered her to use her mouth on my asshole for nearly fifteen minutes and to penetrate to a greater depth than I might require of someone to whom I was more favorably disposed.

With the oral part of her training complete all that remained to round out her exposure was the anal part. Leaving the bitch in a rigid hogtie position I attached my strap on device. Despite the torture I had already subjected her to her demeanor indicated she was clearly defiant making it all the more gratifying for me. At least she had learned her lesson and didn't speak without permission so I left her ungagged.

As you've probably noticed I have spoken quite disparagingly of Veronica. While I do my best to provide cruel treatment for all my submissives their are certain ones I take an exceptional disliking to and Veronica was one of them. Mounting her with the strap on I proceeded to make her anal part of the training especially painful. I'll have to concede the bitch was brave, no doubt she wished to hurl epithets at me and would have probably tried to kill me if not for the tight restraints. Her moaning sounds became more passionate as I increased the tempo and intensity of my thrusting. When I finally withdrew from her I had the distinct feeling that I had not yet broken her will and more needed to be done.

None the less a submissive can only endure so much torture within a certain time period and I decided it was time to confine her to my cell for the rest of the night. Some of my overnight cell guests are allowed to be unrestrained but this was not to be the case with Veronica.

With the bitch still hogtied I inserted both vaginal and anal intruders that would keep her in erotic torment for the night. The vaginal device was a vibrator set for low speed. To secure these I attached a heavy metal chain around her waist and looped the free part underneath and through her crotch tightening the crotch part purposely tight. The crotch chain was padlocked to the waist chain in the rear.

Freeing Veronica from her hogtie I led her into the cell where I took another 4' chain attached to a floor bolt and padlocked it to her waist chain. This assured she would be confined to sitting or lying on the mattress for the night and would be unable to stand. Her hands remained free but I warned her that if either of the intruders were expelled she would be severely punished.

Satisfied that the bitch was secure for the night I headed upstairs. I regularly participate in an AOL bondage chat room and it has generated a number of clients for me. Tonight it was even more enjoyable chatting as my video and audio monitors enabled me to enjoy the agony my basement guest was to experience for the rest of the night.