Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 12 by Long Tall Mary

It was an enjoyable first half watching the Orangemen on television. After a few minutes of permitting Cheryl to sit next to me on the couch and embracing her I decided it was time for some additional light humiliation so still wearing her maids uniform I ordered her to kneel on the floor hands laced behind her head and remain in that position until released. Her obedience was flawless so at the end of the first half I allowed her to leave as she needed to find an apartment locally.

Next I turned my attention to Felicia Porter who was still locked in the pillory in the basement. My video monitor is arranged so that I can view the dungeon using my living room television and during the commercials I would change the channel by remote control enabling me to view Felicia in her most uncomfortable bondage. Upon going to the basement I found the intruders still intact with the vaginal one buzzing on low. Felicia who should have known better than to speak without permission begged me to release her. This was greeted by a most severe flogger lash to her pussy region with a reminder that the no speak rule was still in effect.

I wasn't about to miss the second half of the game and not wishing to watch alone meant Felicia would be transferred upstairs. After buckling a collar around her neck she was released from the pillory and I promptly bound her hands behind her. Leaving the intruders intact I attached a leash to the collar and led her upstairs to the living room where I had a most pleasurable position in mind for her, my pleasure that is.

Sitting on the couch with my crotchless leotards Felicia was ordered to kneel on the floor facing me. After attaching a belt around my waist I used a plastic tie to connect the ring on the front of her collar to the ring on my belt. This resulted in her face completely exposed to my pussy and the tie was adjusted so she had no more four inches of movement without choking herself. She would remain in that position until the end of the game and she was required to lick my pussy with her tongue almost constantly. Two quarters and numerous climaxes later I decided it was time to release her.

Had it not been for the engagement I had planned for the evening Felicia would have spent the night in my cage. I gave her a stern warning that her next disciplinary transgression would result in termination of her employment but I was being less than honest and she knew it. Felicia was the top income generator at the hotel and I already had one dominatrix vacancy that I had been unable to fill. Today's punishment session merely reinforced my belief that Felicia was a pain slut and I had no doubt she would be back for another session in the near future.

My main evening engagement was one that promised to generate more customers for my personal dungeon. I had received an inquiry from a local female psychiatrist who was exploring the feasibility of bondage as a therapeutic modality. This was the same doctor who some time back had sent her house mate to me for disciplinary training. I had invited the doctor, I'll just use her first name, Juanita, to my home for a personal dungeon tour but she declined that offer as well as meeting at my bar so we ended up agreeing on a Starbucks hardly my favorite type of place.

With the exception of my friend Newhart most psychiatrists that I have known over the years tend to be on the unconventional side and Dr. Juanita fit this mold wearing a ridiculously long skirt and baggy sweater coupled with horn rim glasses and her brown hair in a bun. About 40 years old she would have looked better wearing a Muslim burqa. Starbucks was crowded with at least a thirty minute seating wait and it would have been impossible to find a table where we could speak freely. Finally I was able to persuade her to meet at my bar.

At the bar I invited her into my personal office after having Jackie serve us drinks I tried to humor the situation by remarking that her drink was not spiked with a Mickey Finn but she failed to appreciate it. Her interest was in referring some of her female patients for bondage therapy assuring me that they would all be diagnosed neurotics, in other words no psychos. One of her concerns was that she retain the right to prescribe the form of bondage. Needless to say I resent such third party oversight but not wishing to jeopardize the arrangement I acquiesced to the request.

Evidently the liquor had the desirable effect of easing her inhibitions and finally I was able to persuade her to visit my dungeon for a tour. I had wasted nearly three hours of my precious time but we departed my bar and I drove Dr. Juanita in my car to my home. In short time the good doctor was stripped down to her bra and panties and attached with leather cuffs to the overhead bar in the dungeon.

Juanita was quickly proving to be a querulous bitch refusing to strip completely naked and insisting on wearing her glasses. Only my desire not to jeopardize her patient referrals kept me from treating her harshly. As I proceeded to give her the basic flogger workout she babbled incessantly about such non relevant topics as regression analysis and assorted psychoanalytic theories. I finally tired of this and strapped a penis gag into place on her and evoking her only vehement reaction of the session.

Experience has shown that the majority of lesbians will rebel at taking the penis gag even though they will tolerate other types of gags presumably because of their disdain for the male cock. Juanita was no exception but I made her keep it in place for nearly five minutes and it did have the effect of stopping her babble.

Sexually the session was proving not to be arousing for either Juanita or myself. Her responses both to my lashes and finger explorations of her pussy region were anticlimactic with a need for lubricant readily apparent. I couldn't help but think that the bitch should seek an endocrinology consultation and that some type of hormonal therapy might improve her sexual appeal.

At any rate the session lasted less than thirty minutes and it was one of the few dominatrix sessions I truly did not enjoy. Trying hard to conceal my disgust I drove her back to my bar as she continued her psychobabble for the whole trip but assured me I would receive my first patient referral next week. Nearly two years later I'm still waiting.

One of my more enjoyable sessions over the years involved a husband and wife who sought a joint bondage session ideally both by a dominatrix and male dom. Mad Max readily accepted my offer to participate in the session at my personal dungeon as I would never attempt an encounter with a hub/wife couple alone. The couple was from the Utica area and both school teachers. Michael, the hub, was 30 and taught high school math, the wife, Sylvia was 28 and taught elementary school.

Both claimed to have had some light bondage experience between themselves but were willing to explore bisexual bondage and I suspected they would find the bizarre and sadistic techniques that are the trademarks of Max and myself to be quite a change. They had no qualms about paying for the session and my customers always get their moneys worth. They arrived as scheduled the hub being a rather good looking 5'9 medium build blonde and the wife a rather petit brunette about 5'3. They looked younger than their stated ages and could probably have passed for a high school couple.

Max was shirtless and wearing his leather pants while I wore black vinyl slacks with an exposed crouch and a matching vinyl bikini. We quickly escorted the submissive couple to the basement where they were ordered to strip and a collar was attached to each.

I suspect that the couple was hoping that each would be dominated by the opposite sex but Max has little affinity for female submissives, He wasted no time handcuffing Michael and ordering him to perform a blow job from the kneeling position. It was the first of a number of surprises the young submissive couple would receive.

One of my newer furniture acquisitions was my "wheel of fortune" this being basically a St. Andrews X frame cross enclosed within a wooden rim and capable of being rotated 360 degrees although not nearly as quickly as Vanessa would do so. After Michael was attached to the overhead bar with leather cuffs Sylvia was strapped to the cross facing forward and quickly found herself upside down and commanded to use her tongue on my pussy as I knelt before her. Dizziness quickly occurs in this position and most certainly this motivated Sylvia to perform vigorously with her tongue. This was the first time I had been so serviced by a sub in this position and knowing the discomfort Sylvia was experiencing only enhanced my gratification.

Her diligence with her tongue was rewarded as I rotated the wheel so that she reverted to the heads up position in time avoid unconsciousness. After attaching nipple clamps connected by a chain I turned my attention to Michael and began stroking his cock resulting in a prompt and rigid erection. Max meantime was applying lubricant to Michael's anal region and preparing to ass fuck him. I suspect that both of the love birds were quite terrified but their pride prevented them from expressing protest. At any rate the night was still young and we had much more planned for them.

END PART 12