Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY part 42

By Long Tall Mary

The half hour of sleep I enjoyed was certainly not a deep one but I was ready to enter that state when precisely at midnight the cell phone rang. It was Patti calling from the bar to complain that Kristen had just insulted her in front of numerous customers and that something drastic had to be done.

Reluctantly I agreed. My earlier threat to Kristen was that I would hog tie her and transport her to my dungeon in my van if I received one more complaint. It is essential that a dominatrix implement any threats made if she is to retain her credibility yet this situation was an extraordinary one. I had six academy cadets restrained in the basement and the Headmistress was on room lock in the guest bedroom.

In the past I have never left one, let alone seven, guests unattended but in this case I had no one to turn to. Bernadette had a date with one of her professors and Lorraine had indicated she had an important commitment for the evening. Therefore with great reluctance I decided to leave the guests unattended for the approximate sixty minute round trip between Camillus and downtown Syracuse and that the guest list would increase to eight upon my return.

In my haste to arrive at my bar I violated quite a few traffic laws but fortunately I escaped notice by the police. You should have seen the look on Kristen’s face as I entered my bar through the front door at 12:25AM. I beckoned for her to follow me to the back room and she immediately began a whining entreaty to spare her any punishment.

My response was to back hand her across her face which is something I rarely do. I then threw her face down onto the couch, cuffed her hands behind her with my steel cuffs and stuffed a set of my soiled panties into her mouth. “You will learn bitch” was all I had to say. As I was certain she would struggle I attached a second pair of steel cuffs to her ankles, I would do plenty of rope work on her later.

I had parked my van in the alley directly adjacent to the rear door of the bar. Fortunately the crowd was thinning out and Patti would be able to handle the bar alone until closing time. Jesse, my cook, was present but he learned long ago to look the other way when certain activities transpired.

Kristen offered no resistance as I dragged her out to the van and placed her inside through the rear door. A plastic connector attached her ankle cuffs to a floor belt preventing her from rolling about. I drove very carefully and found the sounds of Kristen mmpphhing through her panty gag to be highly arousing and for that reason I didn’t subject her to any of the music I normally do such as gospel.

The trip to Camillus was complete and I pulled my van into the garage prior to unloading my cargo. I had already decided Kristen would be confined in my own bedroom, under the circumstances it was best to keep her separated from my academy guests. Opening the rear door of the van I removed her ankle cuffs and attached a leather collar and four foot leash to her neck and made her walk behind me down the basement stairs which is difficult to do when you’re wearing four finch heels and with your hands cuffed behind you. For extra humiliation I yanked the chain causing her to fall against the wall, I then pulled her back to her feet by grabbing her hair.

The moment that a captive is initially led to her cell is one of the most gratifying aspects of the dominatrix experience. Her attire consisted of black slacks and sweater with a white blouse which is the basic work uniform. To complement the panty gag I had attached a snug fitting leather half face mask which covered her face below her eyes. It prevents expulsion of the panty gag and is quite sensuous even by itself.

I have always been sexually attracted to the tall, leggy blond Kristen and indeed it was tempting to begin forcing myself upon her immediately. However my immediate need was for sleep. Before attending to Kristen I observed my other guests, Ms. Jones viewed over the CCTV appeared sleeping. I went to the basement to personally observe the six cadet wenches. None were asleep, hardly surprising since five were strung up from the overhead and the sixth was frog tied on the floor. I’m certain that my gleeful expression only added to their anguish.

Kristen’s cell was my bedroom where I left her unattended briefly while checking my basement guests. I wasn’t quite ready to bed her down with me for the night if for no other reason it would be far too comfortable for her. The bitch needed punishment but I decided she would be placed on an expedited disciplinary program, no more than twenty four hours. My bar operation could not be sustained with only Patti, either Kristen or myself needed to be present in addition.

You might wonder why I would not be afraid of Kristen rebelling, quitting her job and going to the police. First of all to reiterate what I’ve written previously the wage/benefit package offered to my employees is far too lucrative for them to jump ship. Kristen for example recently enjoyed a three day vacation in New York City at my expense as a bonus for her work performance. Patti and even some of the kitchen staff have received such bonuses in the past. My material generosity as an employer is vastly disparate from the bondage sadism I am so well known for.

When an employees actions jeopardizes my business they are aware they can expect to be punished severely. They are informed that I am a life style dominatrix and that whatever related behavior they see or hear of is not to be discussed with anyone. This is made known at the time of hire with Patti and Kristen being the first two employees to warrant such punishment.

Kristen’s restraint for the night was rather modest and in addition I left her fully clothed. She was made to kneel at the foot of my bed with leather cuffs used to secure her wrists behind her. A leather collar was padlocked around her neck and a two foot chain was connected from the collar loop to the top of the bed foot rail. This prevented Kristen from being able to stand up or lie down, the only position she could maintain was a kneeling one barely able to rest her head on the mattress. A plastic whiffle gag was placed over her mouth enabling her to breath adequately but preventing intelligible speech.

After popping another sedative I was finally able to get nearly four hours of well deserved sleep. Upon awakening Kristen was still bound and leashed in the kneeling position and resting her head uncomfortably on the mattress. Ms. Jones appeared to be comfortably asleep so I awoke her and told her I would serve her breakfast within the hour.

Checking on my captives in the basement it was obvious they were worn down from hours of being tethered to the ceiling and unable to sit and in the case of Cadet Rhonda from the rigid frog tie. Total sleep deprivation would be inhumane of course so for the five who were tethered I adjusted their chains allowing them to lie on the floor, each was given a pillow and blanket with an allowance of an hours sleep. Rhonda was released from her frog tie and allowed to rest locked in my holding cell.

All of the trainees still wore their gags, five had strips of duct tape over their mouths and Rhonda was wearing the whiffle gag. They had all been warned previously that if any of the gags were removed that each of them would be flogged. A special form of adhesive is used on the tape and once removed it can not be replaced. I consider this an important test of obedience as the temptation to remove the gags is great and was pleased to see that they had all met the test.

The first guest to be served breakfast was Kristen and the meal consisted of the delectable juices produced by my hormonal system. I simply sat at the foot of the bed and after removing her gag I forced Kristen’s head against my crotch and ordered her to begin licking. This she did for nearly ten minutes and it was clear that she detested every second of it. She was still a candidate for additional lovemaking however unwilling she might be, but that would wait until later.

Kristen was allowed to use the bathroom and required to strip nude before being spread eagled on her back with leather cuffs on my bed. This permitted her a greater degree of comfort and allowed her to obtain a little sleep.

Headmistress Jones was treated with greater respect. I allowed her to shower and the use of my guest bathroom, she hadn’t brought any extra clothing so she was permitted to redress as she had been. I then took her to the basement to observe her students. It was clear that she was perturbed by their semi nudity and restraints but she knew better than to voice any objection.

Ms. Jones was invited to sit at the kitchen table and consume some breakfast food, something beside the liquid protein concoction that trainees are served. As she ate I tried to explain the necessity of painful and humiliating training methods and seemed to be making a little headway. I then frankly told her I had a sexual interest in her and later in the day we would engage in some intimacies.

Frankly I no sexual interest in her other than in forcing some sex upon her but I enjoyed teasing and her anguish. For some reason I did not feel comfortable discussing her sexual history with her but my suspicion was that she had been devoted largely to her intellectual pursuits and simply abstained from sex. Her relationships were probably professional in nature with other intellectually oriented females who likewise were abstainers.

I sensed that Ms. Jones might be tempted to accept my advances. When I broached the topic earlier I perceived intense discomfort on her part but that was when she was forcibly restrained in my guest room. Perhaps the realization that I might easily force such restraint upon her once more was resulting in a mental attitude of at least acquiescence mixed with the sexual curiosity that results from being an abstainer.

To prepare Ms. Jones for some sexual activity later I informed her she would be wearing a vibrator discretely while fully clothed and this would have the effect of arousing her sexually. She blanched as I described the process but chose to submit.

Her intruder would be a modest six inch cock dildo. For the first time she exposed herself nude before me, at least from the waist down, as she dropped her skirt and pulled down her panties. Her sex port was extremely dry and I used KY to lubricate the intruder before insertion. Even with the lubrication the port was still quite tight and it took some doing to complete the insertion. I then chained it in place and instructed her to put her panties and skirt back on.

While most of my trainees make no attempt to expel their intruders for fear of severe punishment, it is still possible that the devices can inadvertently do so. Of course tight chaining adds to the discomfort of the wearer, something which is always desirable in these types of situations.

If Ms. Jones thought that the intruder remained passively inserted that was quickly dispelled as I produced the remote unit with four vibrating speeds to choose from. I demonstrated each of them to her and thought I detected some signs of arousal however this was only for a period of less than two minutes.

I quickly set her straight concerning the vibrating function, it would be started and stopped randomly at various speeds. One characteristic of the device is that the vibrating sound is loud enough to be heard by someone close by so if she did not wish to be embarrassed in the presence of her students then she would have to be on her best behavior which meant no questioning of any of my actions.

Just then Bernadette arrived and began babbling about her activities the previous night with her professor. I had to admonish her not to engage in such personal chat in the presence of a customer. “I’m sorry Mistress, I realize the error of my ways” was her instant response, I really was beginning to be impressed with her bearing.

The three of us went down to the dungeon to begin the days training. All of the captives were awake and I was most eager to begin the days training session. Bernadette would work exclusively with the students while I would alternate between the students and my barmaid, Kristen.

Another issue at hand was that it was football season and the Orangemen were playing televised in the afternoon. The games are sacrosanct, in addition to being a season ticket holder I view every televised game possible. BDSM activities are simply put on hold for the duration of the game and I ordinarily to do not book sessions during a home game. On occasion I have required submissives to serve me orally while I watch the game on TV.

In order to assure adequate sexual arousal of Headmistress Jones it would be necessary to switch her vibrator on and off at irregular intervals and varying speeds. I would handle that task personally, if she were in the basement I would instruct her to walk to the other side of the partitioned dungeon so that the buzzing would not be heard by the students. This gave me considerable leverage over her as her effectiveness as a Headmistress would be permanently compromised should I choose to humiliate her in their presence.

Before I could begin the days training a delivery service courier came to my door and left a package, it was the much awaited video from Mother Jugs of Lori in training. I simply couldn’t wait to view it so I assigned Bernadette the task of feeding the students their liquid protein meal while I prepared to enjoy myself upstairs watching the video. I would not be disappointed.

END PART 42