Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 20 By Long Tall Mary

Upon returning home I found Felicia, clad only in a bra and panties, lounging on my couch and watching one of my porn videos as she does so frequently. She appeared sober and reported nothing out of the ordinary had occurred since I left. On the dungeon monitor I could see Bitch was awake and sitting, appearing rather dejected.

I decided to inspect her personally and upon my approach to the cell door Bitch got down on all fours and began barking as she had been instructed. “That's a good slut” I cooed. Before leaving her for the night I allowed her to consume a can of liquid protein meal, this is the standard meal for my trainees. The vibrator batteries had died out but I left it chained in place warning Bitch not to attempt its removal.

Once upstairs I turned my attention to the prospective female police officer sub. In her initial chat with me she gave me some information which would prove valuable in verifying her legitimacy. She stated correctly that her name was Margaret and while she didn't identify the specific agency she worked for she gave the general area. Also she stated she had recently been suspended for allegedly making a sexual proposition to a male traffic violator. She stated she was 27 years old, never married , essentially a heterosexual with a bi-sexual curiosity and had no ongoing partner relationship.

I contacted a male acquaintance who resides in the same general area as Margaret and using the information she had provided he immediately identified her. He stated she had a reputation as a hard ass writer of traffic tickets and also for trying to hit on males while on duty. Nothing he knew about her suggested she was likely to be a part of some sting operation.

My next step was to contact Margaret by IM and she agreed to call me by phone although when she did Caller ID had blocked out her number but I wasn't too concerned about that. In discussing her bondage preferences she indicated a desire for a maledom co-trainer. While I am not keen on such an arrangement I decided it would be worth it in order to have a female police officer as my submissive trainee.

My next step was to contact Troy who is a 30 something Syracuse area bondage trainer. Troy is an amateur never charging for his services and has an excellent reputation in the BDSM community for being trustworthy and competent. On a sadism scale of 1-5, I would rate as a 5, Troy a 2. He agreed to participate in Margaret's training and like me was fascinated with the fact that she was a police officer.

I contacted Margaret again and we agreed to meet at the Carousel Mall the coming Wednesday at 6:00PM. In the past I have met a few prospective clients at the Carousel mainly to verify their age, in this case it was to establish to my satisfaction that she was legitimate. If Margaret, as well as myself, felt comfortable she would follow me in her own vehicle to my home. The initial meeting would be between Margaret and I, she would meet Troy at the dungeon.

With Bitch scheduled to be released on Monday morning I still had all day Sunday to continue her training and to prepare her for “graduation. My enthusiasm for training Bitch was rapidly fading but I would do my best since I firmly believe that the customer is entitled to maximum value and Greg had paid well.

Felicia and myself slept in separate rooms for the night but as a precaution Felicia was kept on “lock room” to prevent her from roaming about, getting stoned and causing some type of mischief. She wasn't too pleased with this arrangement but considering her precarious living arrangement had no choice but to acquiesce.

Sunday morning wake up time came quickly enough. My first task was to assure that Felicia would be occupied productively for the day. In return for my hospitality such as food, lodging and grass I expect tribute both sexually and labor wise. Left to her own Felicia would indulge in watching videos for the day and getting stoned. I ordered her to don a maids uniform and set forth a long list of household tasks she was to perform. Begrudgingly she complied and as I headed for the basement dungeon she was on her hands and knees cleaning my oven.

As I approached the cell Bitch was also on her hands and knees barking as instructed. I decided the days training would start with anal strap on sex. I'm quite subjective as to which of the female subs receives the strap on in their fuckhole, asshole or both. Bitch would receive only anal and in the most painful manner.

Any competent dominatrix can control the degree of pain to which a sub is subjected to anally. For Bitch I chose a strap on dildo that is covered with sandpaper in addition to having a knobby surface. Its guaranteed to cause significant pain. Bitch was removed from the cell and attached to a special table that I use for strap on training. My fixation for muffled erotic moaning being what it is I strapped a ball gag on Bitch.

For the next fifteen minutes I subjected Bitch to unrelenting anal torture. Her muffled moans turned to muffled screams and it was clear I was achieving the desired results. As it appeared she was reaching her upper threshhold of pain I withdrew from her. Leaving Bitch secured to the table I sat on a couch smiling as I viewed her frontally and assessing my feelings towards her.

Usually I break my female subs to the point that they are in tears. I interrogate them and extract as much intimate information as I can. Often I allow them to come onto me by kissing or gently sucking my tits, something I would never allow from a male sub.

Up until now Bitch had resisted this intimacy and I had no reason to believe she would surrender. About the only information I had extracted from her was that Greg demanded oral sex regularly from his hookers. Since she refused his advances she believed her current confinement was in retaliation. She insisted other hookers were guilty of booking clients privately but that Greg overlooked them because of their submission to his advances.

I then decided Bitch would remain in the cage until “bed time” when she would be chained in the jail cell as previously. No more training would be attempted other than scripting her performance for Greg upon his arrival. Leaving her otherwise unrestrained in the cage I returned upstairs to enjoy a Sunday.

My schedule required me to be at my bar from 1:00 in the afternoon until about 5:00. That meant once again entrusting Bitch to babysitting by Felicia but given that she followed my orders the night before I felt it was a safe proposition.

Felicia was still toiling with the oven cleaning when I returned upstairs. About ten minutes later she finished the oven and I instructed her to begin floor waxing as I sat on the living room couch watching videos. Bitch would be monitored periodically with the dungeon cam and I would inspect her personally every hour or so. As earlier she would be required to bark, the cramped space in the cage prevented her from kneeling on all fours.

The afternoon at the bar went well. One of my customers was “Newhart” my psychiatrist friend who hoped to rekindle a previous non bondage relationship we had attempted. I simply wasn't interested but I treat Newhart very gingerly as he has been generous in prescribing sedative and other drugs. These help to control my hand tremors for which my primary doctor will not prescribe such drugs. Procuring these drugs on the black market would be costly both financially and from the standpoint of being busted.

Upon returning home Felicia assured me all was well. Bitch was transferred from the dog cage to the jail cell and chained. I had removed the vibrator from her fuckhole earlier. It just didn't seem right to deprive Bitch of some type of intruder so I inserted a butt plug and chained it in place knowing full well that it would aggravate the residual pain from my earlier strap on intrusions.

Monday morning arrived soon enough. Bitch was fed and allowed to use my dungeon shower to prepare herself for Greg's arrival. She would remain nude, it had been agreed Greg would bring replacement clothing for her. I went over the script with her again emphasizing that a poor “graduation” performance would result in additional punishment and possibly an extension of her confinement.

Greg arrived on schedule. As am I very choosey who is permitted in my living room I had Bitch prepared in the family room adjacent to the garage. Bitch was nude and kneeling in the buttock touching ankle position with her hands clasped behind her head. As Greg stood before her she began her oral recitation in which she expressed remorse for her transgressions and begged to be allowed to immediately serve him sexually in any way he so desired.

Since I had already clued Greg in on this proposition he had no difficulty in stating his preference. His preference was for fucking her cunt so I stepped out of the room to allow them privacy. Of course with my elaborate video system privacy is never assured and both Felicia and I enjoyed watching and listening to the activity. In terms of erotic intensity it left something to be desired but I found her abject surrender to be most gratifying. Apparently Greg's appetite for multiple climaxes was lacking as the session lasted about five minutes at which time Greg ordered her to dress in underwear and a skimpy dress he had brought with him.

I noticed that when Greg arrived that another male was a passenger in the SUV but he remained in the vehicle. Thanking me for a job well done Greg quickly dispelled any hopes that Bitch had for immediate relief from sex. “Jeff will be driving and you will kneel on the floor and suck my cock for many miles”. I smiled as Greg led Bitch by the arm out to the SUV.

END PART 20