Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY, PART 23     By LONG TALL MARY

With a wench being held against her will no longer confined in my guest room my thoughts turned to inflicting revenge upon Felicia, and ideally Mary Jo, for imposing upon me with the unannounced abduction scheme. But it was the first Thursday of the month and that was the regularly scheduled date for the meeting of the bondage support group of which I serve as facilitator. Having so served for more than five years I wasn’t about to miss it, there would be plenty of time later to deal with Felicia and Mary Jo.

The meeting is held in the back room of a bar in East Syracuse and ordinarily attracts about twenty bondage enthusiasts. It is designed mainly to introduce novices to the lifestyle  be they male or female, submissive or dominant, but a good number of those attending are experienced devotees. Tonight I would use a willing male submissive, wearing only shorts he would be attached to an overhead bar arrangement and I would demonstrate flagellation techniques upon him. Prior to this demonstration I would deliver a speech for about a half  hour setting forth bondage  philosophy.

While delivering my speech I was stunned to see a young good looking  muscular male sitting at the table. I immediately recognized him as John the student at the private boarding school which had recently hired me to impose corporal correction upon the errant student. Even though I had worn a mask for that session I had no doubt that John recognized my speech and my 6 foot well built frame is not easily forgotten. John was only eighteen and I assume he used fake ID to be allowed inside the tavern.

During the break I walked over to John sitting at the table  prompting him to respectfully say “Good evening maam, its my pleasure to be here, I’m certain you remember me”. I assured him I did and during the ensuing conversation I learned he was no longer a student at the private school. It seems that shortly after I left, Thomas the headmaster, had made an overt homosexual pass at him and John responded  by flooring him with a punch to the jaw. John quit as a student immediately but did not inform his parents’ of the circumstances.

John confided to me he a deep rooted desire to serve as a submissive to a female but that he was homophobic. He offered to pay whatever my price for a private session with me. Its been a long time since I entertained a male submissive but I found John irresistible and readily agreed to a three hour session Friday afternoon.

It was made clear to John that there would be no penetrative sex by him upon me other than pussy eating and any attempt to do so would result in harsh punishment .Likewise he was told I do not suck male cocks. This was agreeable to him and he arrived by taxi at the scheduled time.

What I had in mind for John was the product of my sadistic imagination and that was to force gay sex upon him. It had been some time since I used this technique but found every such session to be the ultimate in erotic delight. It helped to foster my image as a cruel and unpredictable dominatrix during my early years.

You might suspect I have a pathological aversion to homphobes but such is not the case. First of all I have unrelenting contempt for the vast majority of male subs that are so fortunate to serve me. They’re losers and most often wimps. It is this visceral contempt that enables me to perform so superbly as a dominatrix. My theory has long been that most  homophobes are latent gays who at least subconsciously desire gay sex so in a sense  I’m helping to promote their character  by exposing them to it even if is non consensual.

For the session with John it was necessary to find a gay bondage trainer on short notice. Since the untimely death of Mad Max the area has been sorely lacking in such trainers therefore it was necessary  to enlist the services of someone I was not well acquainted with in terms of professional competence. The person I chose was Mike, a 45 year old local whom had attended a few sessions at my bondage support group presumably in the hopes of finding a submissive partner. He was most eager to serve as John’s trainer but I required that he cover his face for the entire session.

John arrived by taxi at my home as scheduled on Friday afternoon clad in jeans and a black  polo shirt. I escorted him to the basement while Mike waited upstairs until summoned. John stripped as I stood before him smiling, my flogger in hand. Usually I attach the sub to the overhead bar for the beginning segment but in this case I chose the floor platform which consists of several rings about a rectangular wood board. After attaching leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles he was made to kneel on all fours and the cuffs were attached to the rings allowing for access to both his mouth and asshole.

I proceeded to soften my trainee using moderate flogger strokes to his buttocks and back. Frankly I was bored as I knew John was enjoying this and would resist strenuously when informed that he would be serving a gay trainer. So I abbreviated the flogger portion stopping to massage his cock by hand. Indeed it was rock hard and on the verge of ejaculating something I would not permit at this time. I had planned to perform some CBT on John but decided to leave that to Mike.

After about five minutes of this I broke the news to my trainee. “I’ve decided to allow a male to take over your training and you will serve at his pleasure”. He immediately began begging for me to stop this but I just laughed at him before delivering an extra hard lash to his buttocks for speaking without permission. John struggled violently in his restraints and quickly realized its futility. I silenced him by forcing an extra large dental type gag into his mouth stretching it wide open, no trainer wants to take a chance on an unwilling sub biting down on him.        

At this point Mike appeared wearing a black leather sleeveless vest and matching  pants his face covered by a ski mask. After proceeding to verbally trash John’s masculinity he attached  two clothes pins to his genitals resulting in instantaneous pain and shrieking. He then grabbed  my flogger and delivered a vicious lash to John’s buttocks.

I immediately realized that my assumption as to Mike’s competence as a dom was erroneous. While my objective is to induce pain and break my submissive psychologically I will not tolerate incompetence that may result in permanent injury. Trying to be as tactful as possible I removed the clothespins. CBT is a delicate art and at least twenty five per cent of my male submissives are unable to tolerate it to any significant degree. In place of the clothespins I attached a metallic cock restrainer which would keep him erect but without pain.

Mike continued to manifest his incompetence as a trainer by delivering flogger lashes using improper technique. I will never seek his services again or provide him with a referral but unless I interceded quickly my submissive would suffer lasting scars. Motioning for Mike to cease the lashes I announced “Its time to introduce my little faggot to the joy of experiencing a male cock inside him”.

John had ceased struggling and attempting to yell through the gag, I’m certain he realized that it was making for erotic gratification on our part and that he was resigned to being forced. Mike wasted no time in placing his cock into John’s wide open  mouth and ordering him to begin licking. It was a joy to watch such a young lad being exposed to gay sex for the first time and under such involuntary circumstances.

Mike evidently had no interest in prolonging the only portion of the session which required other than a passive sexual response from the sub. After less than three minutes he switched  to the mouth  fucking phase warning John not to attempt to expel  the wad of semen he would soon  receive, he was to swallow it. After about five minutes of varied speed thrusting Mike climaxed and withdrew.

John’s relief from the forced intrusion of the male cock was short lived as Mike applied a quantity of lubricant before  positioning himself to John’s rear. For all of his negative attributes Mike was certainly endowed with the erectogenic properties necessary for repetitive fucking . “This is what little faggots love the most” I cooed as Mike began his unrelenting thrusting into John’s  asshole. Moaning on John’s part was unavoidable and while it would have sounded better with a panty stuffed mouth I was content with the dental gag which we left in place.

As Mike continued with his invasion of John’s asshole my thoughts flashed back to my own experiences with penetration by the male cock. Mike had a cock a size that could  be considered  atypical, I never was into precise measurements but my last cock  penetration was by my psychiatrist friend “Newhart” and compared to Mike his cock was a midget. What if” Newhart” could  receive an injection of  an  erectogenic drug such as Papaverine HCL. After all being on the med school  faculty he certainly had access to such drugs. Just maybe my interest in straight male sex might be rekindled..

I quickly shifted back to the here and now, Mike climaxed after about five minutes of thrusting. Eager to get rid of Mike I had him assist me in transferring John to my  miniature sized cage. He would remain there until he recovered from his traumatic experience, that is if I didn’t decide to further traumatize him. I’m quite skilled at chicanery and I’m certain my sweet talk would ease the pains of John’s forced experience. I paid Mike his session fee and he left shortly thereafter, good riddance.

Before caging John I fastened a three inch thick leather collar around his neck and padlocked it into place. A tightly fastened collar works wonders on subduing defiant submissives and I was absolutely confident that John would not resist when it came time to remove him from the cage .As long as the collar is not tethered to another object the danger of choking is minimal.

John was left to cool  his heels for almost an hour before I walked to the cage with a leash in hand, opened the cage door and attached the leash to collar. He was ordered to crawl on all fours and he did this without resistance. Proceeding to the next phase I had him lie on his back on one of the dungeon training platforms and attached him spreadeagled  using leather cuffs.

My intention at this was to provide John with the joy of inserting his cock into my fuck hole and riding him. While it is humiliating to be restrained and have a female riding your cock I felt it would offset the humiliation ensuing from Mike’s cock intrusion. I proceeded to explain this to him with my sweet talk about how widespread  bi-sexuality actually is and that he should not feel despair over this forced encounter.

John showed his gratitude for this pleasure I was about to allow him by calling me a “fucking bitch” and demanding to be released from his restraints immediately. The despicable ingrate, I can count on one hand how many male cocks have been allowed to penetrate my pussy during my dominatrix career and on the second hand I can count the number of subs who have addressed me as “bitch” and not escaped severe torture.

My immediate response was to grab my crop and deliver a hard sting to John’s still hard cock resulting in obvious pain and another expletive directed at me. The cock can only withstand so much pain so I forced myself to restrain from further cock torture. I then strapped an inflatable penis gag around his head, fastened it as tightly as possible and pumped it up to the degree that John’s cheeks bulged. As much as I enjoy panty gags my observation  over the years is that male subs  tend  to find them preferable  to penis gags and at this point I was not about to allow John an ounce of pleasure.

What I had in mind for John was worthy of the torture the late Mad Max would have seen fit to inflict but in this case I would “outsource” the torture. Just because the Syracuse area is sorely lacking in competent gay bdsm trainers doesn’t mean that there aren’t gays into bdsm  who would be willing to inflict suitable  punishment on  an unwilling male sub.

On the periphery of downtown Syracuse is a former factory building that has been converted into various shops and offices. One of these  shops is a leather goods store that caters to bdsm enthusiasts and whose employees are all gay. These employees periodically meet there after business hours and engage in bdsm play in a rather rudimentary dungeon.

A call to Joe, the owner of the business, confirmed that three or four gay bdsm enthusiasts would be meeting there tonight and they would very much enjoy having an unwilling guest such as John. His only requirement was that I deliver John and that  he not be aware of the location of the business. Transporting unwilling male subs isn’t my forte but in this case I was so enraged by John’s ingratitude that I was willing to make an exception.

My first step in preparing him for transport was to assure that he was appropriately attired not that clothing was necessary.  The ring on John’s leather collar was padlocked to a hook on the bondage board effectively immobilizing him. This enabled me to remove his ankle cuffs. “Your new owners like their ladies appropriately dressed” I chuckled.

You should have the scene the hostile glare on his face as I prepared to cross dress him, Oh how good it made me feel. The attire was minimal: a  black garter belt coupled with stockings and a matching fake bra. I always keep a pair of oversized heels for cross dressers and I was able to fit them onto his feet. I would have fitted him with a wig but that would interfere with the hood he would be wearing. The full face hood was pulled over his head and laced tightly with the blindfold pads snapped in place. With the pump gag occupying the mouth hole the only opening was for the nose piece. To keep his cock hard I tied it off with a short piece of rope and then stroked it a few times for torment.

It was tempting to subject John to some anal torture but considering that he would be  taking multiple anal intrusions at the hands of his  new trainers, I refrained from doing  so. The fact that I had promised his delivery within the hour further discouraged me from continuing with his punishment.

With the collar still padlocked to the bench I cuffed John’s hands behind him using steel cuffs. I enjoy occasionally roping my subs and the collar being padlocked to the bench  would have prevented any resistance but I was anxious to deliver my sub, so the cuffs would suffice. I attached a leash to the collar and gingerly led John up the stairs which is no easy feat when you’re blindfolded and wearing heels for the first time. John tensed as he realized I intended to place him in my van and for a second I thought he might resist.

Suddenly John began hyperventilating and I immediately realized that in my haste to transport him I had excessively inflated the pump gag. As much as he was deserving of severe punishment the prospect of one of my subs experiencing a medical emergency was unthinkable  so of necessity I deflated and  removed the penis gag from his mouth. John immediately began begging to be set free and my response was to guide him into the rear of the van and padlock his collar to one of the floor bolts effectively immobilizing him.

Once again I verbally trashed his masculinity and told him if he didn’t cease  babbling he would be sold to a porn movie producer. Of course I had no such intention but it did quiet him down. I then went to the basement and returned with a funnel gag which I strapped in place over the bondage hood. The thought of transporting an ungagged  and unwilling sub was foreign to my tastes so this arrangement would allow him to breath adequately yet prevent intelligible speech. My only regret was that the  blindfold  prevented me from enjoying his agonized facial expressions.

The drive to the warehouse complex took about twenty minutes. To cause further torment to my sub I inserted a CD of gospel music into the player and cranked up the volume. This further heightened his sensory deprivation plus it has long been my observation that subs exposed to it find it highly tormenting.

As I pulled up to the agreed upon entrance Joe emerged from inside and promptly inquired as to whether his guest was blindfolded. After assuring him that he was Joe beckoned to his three associates who then emerged, one of them was pulling a four wheel shipping dolly. In short order John was removed from my van and roughly thrown onto the dolly. Another longer belt was wrapped around him and underneath the dolly to prevent him from moving about.

I watched admiringly as the cart was wheeled inside and to the freight elevator. As much as I craved to witness the session inside I knew it would not be permitted and Joe no doubt sensing this suggested I log onto a webcam in about thirty minutes and I could catch a glimpse of the action.

Thirty minutes later back at  my home I logged on and wasn’t disappointed. Still in his female attire but no longer blindfolded or hooded John was kneeling on the floor in front of the wall toilet in the mens room facing away with his hands cuffed over his head to the top pipe fixture of the toilet and his mouth held open by a ring gag. It was a most restrictive position but one well suited for such an immature and inpious lad.

In the course of the fifteen minutes I was able to view three of the associates, each wearing a ski mask, as they took turns subjecting John to oral sex. While the cam view was less than perfect it was evident that John’s oral technique was satisfactory otherwise I’m certain he would have been subjected to further torture. Each of the three hooded associates concluded their sodomizing of John by mouth fucking him,  poor John was forced to suck three cocks and swallow three loads of semen.

Just being able to see the agonized expression on John’s face left me in giddy delight. Regrettably after the fifteen minute bathroom session the webcam stopped and I was unable to view any more of the activity. I later learned that John was blindfolded and taken  back to the closed leather goods store where all four of his trainers took turns ass fucking him. His generally cooperative attitude spared him from any additional torture such as flagellation.

John was released after about three hours of serving as the sex toy of the group. He was allowed to dress and was taken to he Carousel Center and dropped off. For the duration of his confinement he had either been blindfolded or his trainers wore  masks

effectively preventing him from identifying any of the group or the location. I couldn’t help but think that Joe was rather benevolent in allowing John to dress in male attire, had it been my decision I would have dropped him off in public in full female attire.

In Joe’s opinion John is a latent gay who weathered his ordeal fairly well and is confident that he will ultimately accept his place as a male submissive. I  haven’t heard from John since that night and was later told that he had moved to California.

Indeed I am proud to have made my contribution to promoting his personal development.

END PART 23