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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY
Part 39 By Long Tall Mary
The results from training
Lori were disappointing. After three days of determined effort I was unable to
break her will. She took a great deal of punishment as a result but still
stubbornly refused to address me or to perform the required exercises in the proper
manner.
With Patti the results were
better and I decided she warranted a second chance. She was released on the
third day and allowed to resume her duties as bar manager with the
understanding that any future misconduct would result in her termination.
Given sufficient time I’m
confident I could have broken Lori but the demands of my bar business were
simply too great. Finding suitable training assistants was very difficult, my
once trusted maledom partner Troy was now in captivity himself. However to
release Lori outright would have meant conceding defeat.
After speaking with Lori’s
mother, my sister-in-law, it was agreed that Lori would be turned over to a
lesbian biker gang for extended discipline. Her disappearance would be
attributed to the pending criminal charges against her, she had simply
absconded to avoid imprisonment. In addition her boyfriend was currently
incarcerated and was in no position to pursue her disappearance.
I couldn’t resist the urge to
learn the out come of Troy’s forced session. According to Joe he was extremely
intransigent at the trannie party and had to be shocked repeatedly with the
stun belt. All the trannies “ rode the train”, so to say, and were ass and
mouth fucked by all the non trannies without any restraint. Troy resisted so
forcefully he had to be tied down to a table and stripped of his vinyl mini
before being double teamed by about eight of his hosts. One stood at his rear
ass fucking him while the other used the dental retainer to forcibly mouth fuck
him from the other end.
As punishment for his defiant
attitude Troy was kept in the basement for the next forty eight hours before
being released, a steel collar with an attached ten foot chain allowed him just
enough room to stretch. It is Joe’s opinion that Troy is an intractable
homophobe. At least he is unlikely to ever show his face in the area again as
shortly after being released he left town with no forwarding address. One
unconfirmed rumor had him in Miami.
I was still attempting to
finalize Lori’s transfer to the biker gang but it was necessary to visit my bar
at least once daily. Much to my astonishment I received a letter from the State
Liquor Authority informing me that an administrative hearing would be held to
determine if my liquor license should be revoked. The reason: “Engaging in lewd
and disorderly conduct by handcuffing a male to the bar rail and exposing his
genitals to public view”.
This of course was the
incident involving Kristen’s ex boy friend, Nicholas. But who could have
complained? The upshot is that I had to fork over $2000.00 for a lawyer to
discover that the complainant was one of the female customers who evidently was
offended by my actions. When the hearing was held I learned that the bitch in
question had moved to California and had no intention of returning to testify,
so the case was dismissed. It was an expensive lesson and is emblematic of the
legal hazards of being a bar owner. If I ever get my hands on the bitch who
complained she will learn how it feels to be handcuffed standing to an overhead
bar for forty eight hours!
The biker gang that I was
dealing with was an independent with no formal name, it consisted of about
twelve lesbians ranging in age from 23-53. Their clubhouse was in a rural area
near Oswego with the leader being a 53 year old plumper nick named “Mother
Jugs” taken from her nearly 250 pound 5'5 frame which featured gargantuan
breasts. The club reportedly had a peripheral role in meth trafficking and
performed unspecified support activities for an established male biker gang.
What interest did a lesbian
biker gang have in acquiring a heterosexual slave? “Mother Jugs” felt that
forcibly attempting to convert such a slave to lesbianism would be enjoyable
recreation. In addition she would be available as a fuck toy for some of the
straight male bikers who periodically visited. The club was equipped with a
basement holding cell and the availability of free meth would provide a
powerful incentive for proper slave behavior.
By now I had given up any
hope of training Lori myself and she was confined to the cramped cage except
for a brief period for toilet use. She was made to crawl to and from the toilet
using an eight foot leash attached to the padlocked leather collar she
continually wore. Her body bore the welts from repeated whippings and her anal
region was obviously sore from repeated dildo intrusions.
I have to give the bitch
credit as she refused to break. Despite repeated whippings and other tortures
she refused to address me in the proper manner or to perform any of the
exercises. She seemed resigned to the fact that she would be disposed of as
merchandise, technically it wasn’t a sale as I wasn’t receiving any direct
payment from the gang but it was implied they would perform services for me in
the future.
Lori finally did break two
hours before the transporters were due to take delivery of her. She quite
emotionally pleaded for forgiveness and begged for another chance. I just
laughed at her and dumped a cold bucket of water into the cage causing her nude
body to shiver.
Mother Jugs had recorded a training video of
very poor quality but the viewer saw a clear picture of the fat pig whipping a
hooded female strung from the ceiling. One look at Mother Jugs by a prospective
slave is sufficient to induce great anguish so I left it to play while I went
upstairs to do some online work on AOL.
The two transporters arrived
in a van with Mother Jugs being the driver and her partner being a frail
looking 30ish something brunette. Both wore black leather jackets and jeans, I
couldn’t help but wonder if Jugs had to mail order her clothes. Jugs, whom I
had only spoken with by phone previously, left a most negative impression but
perhaps I am irrevocably biased against grossly obese dominatrixes. The
brunette was carrying a duffel bag and I eagerly awaited witnessing the actual
transport.
Out of the bag Mother Jugs
produced a strait jacket and she quickly proceeded to drag Lori from the cage
and with her assistant the jacket was quickly fitted into place. The speed and
precision they exhibited convinced me that they had done this many times
before. Next Lori was fitted with the full face leather hood with a snap on
cock gag atached. In moments she was transformed into an object with only her
nostrils and legs visible. A Pair of 6" ankle hobbles assured she not
could not run even if she tried.
Jugs attached vaginal and
anal dildos to Lori and they were secured by a crotch strap. “I like my bitches
to enjoy a little stimulation during transport” chuckled Jugs. I derive immense
satisfaction from seeing a slave placed in the transport vehicle and Jugs did
not object as I accompanied Lori and her two transporters as she was half
walked, half dragged to the van. She was roughly tossed into the rear of the
van, her ankle hobble was attached to a floor bolt with a padlock, and left to
writhe in anguish for the forty five minute drive to the bikers clubhouse. Jugs
assured me I would receive a video of her in captivity but I was still awaiting
such a video of Troy.
With my dungeon empty I was
free to devote my time to other matters. One of these matters was the
possibility of being hired as a part time Headmistress for Discipline at the
female boarding school near Ithaca. I made an appointment to speak with Ms.
Jones, the Headmistress, at 10:00AM on a Monday.
As I mentioned previously
“boarding school” is a misnomer for the facility. In reality it is a jail
diversion program for the twenty students enrolled they are all between 16-18
years of age, from affluent families and most are facing criminal, usually
drug, charges. Successful completion of the academic year results in
expungement of the criminal charges against them. All the students and their
parents have executed waivers permitting the school to employ corporal and
restraint type methods of discipline.
From what I gathered talking
to Ms. Jones by telephone she is completely out of touch with the realities of
contemporary teenage females. The school rules prohibit such activities as
masturbation and the presence of contraceptives along with numerous other types
of behavior. I was unsuccessful in attempting to persuade Ms. Jones to
liberalize some of these rules.
Upon meeting her personally
she came off as a spinster with a Victorian mindset. As much as I enjoy
disciplining errant young wenches I find it difficult for such infractions as
masturbation and contraceptives. As it stood presently their was no effective
discipline system in effect, the wenches werre known to wander off the school
grounds and meet their boy friends on a back road.
The upshot of the meeting was
that I entered into a contract to serve on an “as needed” basis with the title
of Asst. Headmistress for Discipline. I found Ms. Jones to be extremely frugal
and my compensation was not commensurate with my superior ability but the
challenge of disciplining the young wenches induced me to settle for less. In
addition I would be accompanied by Bernadette, a 21 year old aspiring
dominatrix, whom I have recently been serving as mentor to. I’ll have more to
say about her later.
END PART 39
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