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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL
MARY Part 27 By Long Tall Mary
With my phone calls complete
I sat reminiscing about some of the most memorable moments of my dominatrix career. The one that
immediately came to mind was the most hilariously bizarre of all time although
it could have easily resulted in my being arrested and imprisoned.
A few months back I had
arranged a meeting at my house with a prospective female sub whom I had met on
AOL. Her name was Sherry, in her early 30s and from North Syracuse. She claimed
to have no BDSM experience but her submissive curiosity was quite strong. In
cases such as I this I always require voice verification as to protect against
minors and males impersonating females. After a brief phone chat I was
satisfied she was legitimate. She claimed to have no photo available and the
only physical description I obtained from her is that she was a petite brunette
and her approximate age.
Sherry was scheduled to
arrive at 4:00PM on a Sunday and true to my custom she was informed to expect restraint
immediately upon arrival. No session fee had been agreed upon as I occasionally
waive the requirement if I feel that a novice sub is sincere but uncertain as to whether she is ready for
a dungeon session. She give no indication of what she would be wearing nor did
I specify anything in particular.
At 3:55PM my doorbell rang
and I observed a petit 30ish brunette wearing a beige business suit in the
driveway. Opening the door I beckoned her inside and immediately cuffed her
hands behind. This evoked a vehement reaction with an anguished cry of “why are
you doing this”. Rarely do I gag a sub in the garage but as I my luck would
have it on this occasion I was carrying a ball gag with me and quickly strapped
it in place to silence her.
The degree of resistance she
was offering was somewhat surprising to me considering she had been forewarned,
none the less my protocol for struggling submissives is that they are dragged
down the stairs and attached to an overhead mount with their arms drawn up
behind them, a most painful position indeed. I had no difficulty securing her
in this manner and a short hobble was attached to her ankles to protect against
kicking.
No sooner had I finished
securing my visitor than the doorbell rang. Much to my chagrin I noticed
another petit brunette about 30 at the door
provocatively attired in a black vinyl miniskirt and pink halter top.
“And you are whom” I inquired upon opening the door. “I’m Sherry, Mistress” was
the reply. Calmness in the face of such a surprise is one of my personal
strengths and I escorted Sherry to the upstairs guest bedroom without giving a
clue as to what was happening. I
instructed her to kneel at the foot of the bed and cuffed her hands to the
bedpost. Upon informing Sherry that I would return shortly I proceeded to the
basement most eager to ascertain the identity of my captive there.
Never in my life have I been
so humiliated nor have I apologized to another female but it happened in this
case. The bewildered captive was in tears and after removing her ball gag she
provided this explanation: she was a real estate agent from Marcellus who had a
habit of visiting prospective real estate clients even if there was no reason
to believe the property was to be sold. Since there aren’t many real estate
agents from Marcellus I won’t mention her first name.
I immediately freed the woman
from her restraints and using my powers of persuasion to the utmost set about
her to convince her that I was a professional dominatrix and that she was a
victim of mistaken identity. It was to my immense relief that she readily
accepted this and displayed no animosity.
We spent nearly a half hour
talking and I learned a fair amount about her personal life .I offered her free
unlimited service at my dungeon which she declined. She was tolerant of bondage
but had no personal interest in it although she seemed somewhat intrigued by my
explanation of the life style. She departed and I was satisfied she had
accepted my apology.
To further make amends I gave
her a one year gift certificate for unlimited food and drink at my
downtown bar. Much to my surprise she
has stopped by the bar three times and each time we chatted pleasantly while enjoying the menu offerings,
the conversation has never been about bondage although she has confided some
other sexual intimacies to me. Happily she was also able to cultivate a new
real estate client whom she met at the bar.
Troy arrived as scheduled
eager to begin the session with Jeanine but first I treated him to the sight of
Felicia hogtied, tethered and gagged in my guest room. His reaction was a crude
finger fucking of her before we went back to the living room for discussion.
The relationship between
Felicia and Troy has been a checkered one. Some time back Felicia had arranged
a bondage session at the home of a husband and wife with the understanding that
both would submit to her in her role as a dominatrix as well as Troy and this
would include gay sex. Felicia then enlisted Troy to accompany her but only for
security reasons. Troy accepted and once the session began Felicia ordered him
to force the male client to perform oral sex on
Troy.
Troy was infuriated as he has
made it clear in the past that he will not perform any gay sex and that he had
been duped by Felicia. The two got into an argument in front of the couple and
Troy walked out leaving Felicia unable to provide what she had promised the
couple earlier.
Further straining the
relationship was the fact that Felicia in the past has been obsessed with
serving Troy in a submissive capacity, something which he had absolutely no
interest in. At one point Felicia was making dozens of cell phone calls a day
to him and engaging in other stalking behavior. It took intervention by me to
persuade Felicia to abandon her obsession and had I not done so a violent
physician confrontation between the two would have occurred.
Considering this history Troy
was more than willing to participate in my scenario. As it required
blindfolding Felicia I fitted her with my full face leather mask and laced it
tightly in place after first removing her penis gag. Troy and I then assumed
positions on the bed to simulate we were engaging in conventional intercourse
with Troy thrusting into my cunt.
The thought that I would
consider allowing any male to penetrate me compounded by Felicia’s obsession
with Troy doing so to her was sufficient to induce violent behavior by Felicia
which of course was why she was safely restrained. As Troy and I proceeded with
her simulation Felicia began hurling epithets at both of us which is precisely
the reason why I had removed her gag.
While Felicia was certainly
receiving her due reward it was tormenting for me as well which is something I
don’t like to concede, that being the thought of having Troy inside me. I have
never been tempted to permit a maledom to do so but in this case I experienced
just such temptation. I was able to resist and after about ten minutes of
simulated thrusting we stopped. During that time I did my best to fake erotic
moaning and to convince Felicia that I had experienced multiple orgasms.
Felicia is well aware of my
intolerance for personal epithets directed at me and that severe punishment is
swift and certain. I removed her hood which enabled her to see me nude and Troy
pulling up his pants. If looks could kill! As a dominatrix it is my role to
ascertain what type of sexual act that a client finds the most repulsive and
them force that upon them. Long ago Felicia had confided such a repulsion for
urine soaked panties stuffed in the mouth. This is a technique I rarely employ
so it must have come as quite a shock to Felicia when I produced a set of my
urine soaked panties, stuffed them in her mouth and sealed it securely with
duct tape.
I felt one final indignity
was appropriate for Felicia before leaving her unattended for a spell. Still
nude I permitted Troy to attach a collar and leash to me and lead me out of the
guest room. She realized that protesting through the gag was impossible and
would only have added to my erotic delight.
Upon leaving the bedroom I
immediately dressed, the collar was removed and Troy and I sat down in the
living room to discuss an appropriate training regimen for Jeanine.
END PART 27
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