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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 16 by Long Tall Mary
My next dominatrix candidate proved to be quite a surprise. Mary Chiang, age 22, a petite looker type of Chinese ethnicity appeared for her interview dressed neatly in a business suit. The interview quickly elicited that her living situation was quite unconventional. A Chinese citizen she was in the United States on a visa while her husband, also Chinese, was attending the local university as a graduate student in nuclear physics and I couldn't help wondering if they were involved in some international espionage operation. Since our staff had always lacked ethnic and racial diversity I was determined to be objective and besides she was the only candidate. It was only natural that she would acquire the moniker Chinese Mary to distinguish her from myself.
Chinese Mary was quite impressive during the interview. She readily conceded she was a heterosexual with no prior bondage experience but I sensed she might have the right dynamics for a dominatrix. At the conclusion of the interview I informed her that she would now be serving as a submissive to myself and she exhibited no displeasure at the prospect. I took her to the basement and had her undress, she appeared quite attentive to the various dungeon furnishings.
Ordinarily I begin such a session with leashing exercises but in this case I decided to forego that while still buckling a thick collar around her neck. I had changed into my crotch less vinyl tights and seated on the couch with Chinese Mary kneeling before me she received what was probably her first taste of female pussy. She performed vigorously with her tongue for nearly ten minutes and it being the first time I had been so served by an Asian female I found it unusually pleasurable. After finishing with my pussy I directed her to begin on my asshole with she readily complied with although I'm certain she found it less than pleasurable. Depending on my feelings towards the sub I may require prolonged and deep penetration ass licking or a less intense exposure. As her attitude so far had been excellent she was subjected to minimal exposure.
Next I proceeded to the flagellation regimen. Attaching her to the overhead bar I deftly worked every sensitive area of her remarkably muscular body with my flogger and she exhibited excellent pain tolerance. She exhibited similar reactions to the nipple torture and anal strap on intrusions. I later learned that she had been a weightlifting champion in her native Taiwan and had nearly qualified for the national team. The only negative reaction exhibited was when I required her to accept a panty gag, my soiled panties of course. Needless to say ascertaining a subs preferences and phobias so that I might exploit them appeals immensely to my sadistic instincts.
From my session I concluded she was not a visceral submissive and I was most eager to see how she would perform in a dominate role. For this I invited Tom, a portly 40 something postal employee, who had been a long time customer of the hotel. Upon his arrival I brought him to the basement fully clothed and allowed Chinese Mary to conduct the whole session. She had changed into a skimpy thong and bikini not yet having purchased any elaborate dominatrix attire. From the look in Tom's eyes I could see he was quite pleased both that he was receiving a freebie and the strong erotic appeal of the Asian temptress.
Chinese Mary decisively took charge of the situation and Tom being the wimpish character that he is was reflexively obedient. After having him undress she attached a collar to him and led him through the leashing exercises punctuating it with flogger lashes as Tom tended to be less than enthusiastic when it came to making barking sounds. I suspected that Chinese Mary had a well developed bondage imagination despite her claim of no real time experiences.
One area in which Chinese Mary was neglectful was when Tom tried to lick her pussy without permission as almost every male sub does. Any self respecting dominatrix would immediately deliver a severe flogger lash and then require the sub to lick her asshole. She did neither but rather than embarrass her before the customer I would bring it to her attention later.
For the remainder of the session Chinese Mary's performance was excellent. She delivered the flogger lashes at just the right intensity and attached a clothespin to Tom's cock with the precision of an acupuncturist. Normally the subs use a metal device for CBT but she was able to use a clothespin without causing excruciating pain. She showed no lack of aggressiveness with the strap on and Tom definitely received, or would have received, his moneys worth were it not a freebie.
Chinese Mary was hired on the spot. A tentative start date for the new hotel was set for seven days later as I tried to contact previous clients. In the meantime it was time for the monthly meeting of the local bondage support group which I have hosted for many years. It is held at a bar in East Syracuse and is designed to attract novice bdsm enthusiasts of either sex.
Ordinarily a demonstration of restraint and flagellation techniques is provided using a semi nude sub, it may be either male or female.
It came to my attention that a group of feminists from the local university were quite upset about the planned meeting. Their position is that it exploits women and promotes violence by males towards females. This of course is pure ignorance as even where the female is submissive it is completely consensual and the feminist agenda ignores the fact that many females have a deeply ingrained need for submission. BDSM is equal opportunity with many females participating as dominatrix and for the most part well compensated. I have little use for these feminist bitches most of whom suffer some degree of orgasmic dysfunction and are the kind that became man haters at an early age.
The feminist group was threatening to picket the tavern hosting the meeting in addition to crashing it. Previously the same group had attempted the same type of stunt at a local Hooters and while ultimately unsuccessful they were able to obtain media coverage. This type of activity at the tavern would drive away many of the BDSM enthusiasts and most certainly result in the tavern owner refusing to host us in the future. Something had to be done so I decided to place a call to Carrie Kaszula the head of the feminist group.
Ms. Kaszula was not receptive to lengthy phone discussion but surprisingly agreed to meet with me at my Camillus home so that I could explain my position more fully. It was an ideal opportunity to seduce the young bitch and blackmail her into dropping her protest plans. Bitch K, as I refer to her as, arrived at my home alone shortly before 1:00PM. A petite short haired brunette with green eyes she was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt. With little make up and ugly horn rimmed glasses her best chance for a date would have been in a Islamic nation where women are required to wear veils. At 20 years old she was an undergraduate in anthropology at the local university and was quite interested in studying primitive cultures.
As our discussion progressed I made an assessment that Bitch K was more of a heterosexual man hating looser than a lesbian but that she would be susceptible to my advances none the less. I let it be known to her initially that I was a dominatrix and most of my clients were males, this seemed to arouse her curiosity. She had been seated on my couch drinking a cup of tea I had prepared for her, having declined a cocktail. I sat across from her on a chair nursing a martini.
Abruptly I got up, sat beside her on the couch and embraced her forcing a deep mouth kiss upon her. She was clearly shocked but did not resist as I ran one hand inside her crouch feeling her moistened sex and it was clear that she was aroused. I turned on my sadistic charm by telling her how attractive she was and how middle aged ladies such as myself are attracted to such young beauties. She was taking the bait and I quickly had her jeans and panties pulled down and began deep finger penetrations of her sex while continuing with the mouth kisses. My ploy, however treacherous, that an older female would show such interest in her was working near perfectly. I smiled to myself knowing that she would soon be the latest visitor to my basement dungeon.
END PART 16
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