Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 50

By Long Tall Mary

One new trend that has come to my attention, is that certain psychiatrists are prescribing bondage as therapy for their patients. My good physician friend, “Newhart”, showed me an article written in a prestigious medical journal that touted the benefits of such therapy. Newhart considers the therapy too experimental to prescribe to any of his patients, and in my chats with other dominatrix I haven’t heard of it being prescribed anywhere.

As a self employed dominatrix I receive a fair number of requests for my services which I elect to decline. The most common are from male subs, and males who wish for their wife or girl friend to be bondaged in their presence. This later fantasy is very popular but I’m not aware of any local dominatrix who has performed such a session recently.

My reason for refusing this type of session is the security factor, dominatrix can and have been overpowered and abused in such situations. I’m not willing to spend the money necessary for adequate security. Another concern is the legal aspect, many of these sessions are performed on women who are less than willing. I’m aware of at least one recent incident in the New York City area, where a husband hired a dominatrix to tie up and torture his wife as he watched. The wife went to the police resulting in both hub and the dominatrix being arrested.

Another macabre routine I have been requested to perform several times, have been simulated execution scenes involving males. These spiked with widespread reporting of hostage beheadings in Iraq. I want absolutely no part of them.

On occasion I will encounter a client who seeks only a mild form of bondage. These specialized requests are not to my liking but depending on business and if the price is right, I may grant the request. A recent example involved a 35 year old female from the Buffalo area.

The woman, Elise, was employed in a management capacity at a local temp employment agency. A divorced heterosexual, she had long harbored a fantasy of being overpowered and taken by another female, however she didn’t want any of the anal, oral, and other tortures

associated with such a situation, to be performed.

After chatting with her for nearly two weeks by Instant Message and phone, I decided to grant her request which was basically an abduction for ransom fantasy. The agreement was that she would pay a five hundred session fee for two and a half hours, after driving 140 miles. My session fees are on a sliding scale, and knowing she was likely well off financially led me to charge her the upper end fee.

Recently I have taken a precaution to assure that none of my submissive clients goes to the wrong house, as happened about a month ago. A three color traffic signal, purchased in a novelty store is placed in my front window and green is the go signal. This is similar to an arrangement my former employer, Craig, used at a BDSM bordello in Clay years ago.

The agreement was that Elise would remain fully clothed, she would be overpowered and placed in tight restraint while I pretended to negotiate a ransom for her release. My theory has long been that heterosexual women who set  such Victorian conditions, are repressed lesbians who actually seek to be sexually abused by their captor. Once they are restrained, the abuse is involuntary and they are able to rationalize it as such.

I had already seen Elise’s picture, she was an attractive, short haired, photogenic brunette of about 5’8 and 140 pounds. An appointment date was set for a Saturday at 8:30AM. It had been decided that Elise would dress very provocatively wearing a black mini skirt and tight red sweater.

Elise arrived on schedule and I wasted no time, by not exchanging any pleasantries. As soon as she entered the garage I grabbed her, pinning one arm behind and dragging her to the living room. She put up a modest struggle and pleaded with me to release her.

My plan was to confine her initially to the living room, and later she would be introduced to the basement dungeon. Elise continued to put up a feigned struggle as I roped her wrists, elbows and ankles and connected them into a hogtie. Next came the gag and Elise had been expecting some type of cloth gag. Much to her surprise her mouth was stuffed with a pair of my soiled panties and sealed with duct tape.

Her feigned alarm now became real and what I had planned next would only increase it. One of my favorite routines is to simulate a phone call with a slave trader, and attempt to negotiate a sale price for a slave. In this case of course the slave was Elise, and she had a look of abject fear about her as I continued with my ruse.

On the pretense that I hadn’t inspected the slave’s physical attributes, I told the slaver to remain on the line which I inspected “my property” as I phrased it. I pulled Elise’ sweater above her boobs, removed her bra, then removed her mini skirt and garter arrangement. I twisted her nipples with my fingers and roughly fingered her pussy.

In vivid terms I then proceeded to describe the slave’s anatomical attributes then hung up, in about ten minutes the slaver would call back with a price offer. I just smiled, pretending to be humored by her plight. Her panty gag suppressed any intelligible speech.

Suddenly I noticed that Elise was experiencing an adverse panic reaction and hyperventilating, probably because of the panty gag, not uncommon for a novice sub. Since I really bore Elise no ill will, I decided to halt the ruse.

After removing the tape and panties from her mouth, I informed her that it was indeed a ruse. Her reaction was a mixture of bewilderment and relief. Using my chicanery ability to the utmost, I strived to convince Elise of her repressed urge to be dominated by another female, that it was indeed a common fantasy and basically that she had no choice but to submit to my sexual penetrations.

My treatment of Elise would be more gentle than the treatment which other subs were routinely subjected to. She was instructed that as sexual tribute, she would deep tongue my pussy and that if adequate no oral work upon my asshole would be required. In addition she would be subjected to a rather gentle strap on intrusion of her cunt, but that her asshole would be spared.

Still in her hogtie position I sat on the couch and pulled her face into my crouch. She displayed little enthusiasm as her tongue burrowed into my pussy for several minutes. Had it been any other sub, with a comparable performance they would have been whipped immediately but due to my rather benevolent feelings towards Elise, she was not penalized.

The next step was to position her on the floor, still hogtied  with a ball gag in place, and using a non serrated strap on she was penetrated from that position. I kept up my thrusts for nearly five minutes, it induced rather passionate moaning and resulted in multiple climaxes.

I decided it was best not to push my novice sub any further and that post episode counseling would be beneficial. This of course is only if I feel benevolently towards a sub, in the case of Kevin I continued to trash his masculinity after his forced sex was complete. I could care less if he suffered a lifetime of mental anguish, he precipitated his torture by threatening my ex sister-in-law.

The ropes and gag were removed from Elise, and still nude  I  sat her on the couch beside me and embracing her intimately, tried to console her. I assured her that many women, particularly non-lesbians, have a deep rooted urge to be dominated by another female but had difficulty “reaching out” to a dominate, as I put it. Elise wasn’t buying it however and seemed bitter that I had duped her.

In a further effort to soothe her negative feelings, I offered her two gift certificates from my bar for a full course meal with drink and endorsed it for a Buffalo restaurant. I have a reciprocal agreement with restaurants in Albany and Rochester as well, we each honor an agreed upon number of gift certificates a year from the giver’s restaurant. These are posh, upper class establishments like my own. Such innovation on my part is one reason why my bar continues to prosper.

The ingrate had the audacity to tell me where to put my gift certificates, this being in one of my body cavities of course. My benevolent attitude towards her came to an abrupt halt, a pair of handcuffs were slapped on her and grabbing her by the arm I roughly led her downstairs to the dungeon, the bitch protesting and struggling all the way.

In short order the bitch was attached to the overhead, her handcuffed wrists pulled up tautly behind. A ball gag was reattached to silence her protests. I made known to her that until she displayed proper respect towards me, she would remain confined in the dungeon, including spending the night in the cage if necessary. In addition she would be subjected to a severe corporal discipline session, that I had not planned initially.

Grabbing one of my floggers I proceeded to administer  high intensity lashings for nearly five minutes, concentrating primarily on her boobs and buttocks. When someone incurs my wrath in the manner she did, I have a tendency to be oblivious to the pain but in this case I was able to stop before pushing her to the breaking point.

The bitch was hysterical and crying as I removed her ball gag, it was now time for the oral recitation, her script was “Forgive me Mistress for rejecting your kindness, I am a useless slut”. This would be repeated with adequate vocal intensity after each lash. She received nearly thirty flogger lashes about her body, her vocal performance improved after the first flogger lash to her cunt but her stubbornness prolonged her pain. Still I was able to stop short of pushing her past her breaking point.

By the time the flogging session was complete, Elise broke down and begged for forgiveness. I still wasn’t entertaining very kind thoughts about her, and frankly I was bored as she spewed out psychobabble about her failed relationships with men, as well as other intimate details of her life. But I pretended to be sympathetic as I just wanted to get rid of her.

Before allowing Elise a cooling off period I made her deep tongue my asshole. She was freed from the overhead and with her hands still cuffed behind her, made to kneel as I leaned forward against the couch and positioned my asshole in proximity to her mouth. Under threat of further whipping, she burrowed deep within my anal cavity for nearly five minutes, the taste of my pussy must have been gourmet by comparison.

I kept her locked in the cage for another two hours before releasing her, during this period she was forbidden to speak. Elise was compliant in this respect, and finally I decided her attitude warranted release. She then had the audacity to request the two gift certificates that she had rejected earlier, begrudgingly but for the sake of expediency I allowed her to have them.

I made one further attempt to offer post episode stress counseling to Elise but she was unreceptive. Her release was uneventful, and not surprisingly I never heard from her again. The ingrate however had no qualms about redeeming my two gift certificates. Her case exemplifies the pitfalls of attempting to accomodate a sub whose preferences are unrealistically antiseptic.

No memoirs of a dominatrix would be complete without mention of the question of payment for services. While established escort services may honor credit cards, this is not a realistic option for most practicing dominatrix, as it would create a paper trail with serious privacy and legal concerns. The rule is cash paid before services are rendered, typically the sub hands the dominatrix an envelope upon arrival.

I don’t keep a black book of my clients, in fact when I was managing dominatrix I frequently only knew the first name of the client. As an independent dominatrix I know the full names of all my clients but nowhere is this information kept in written form. Practically speaking most of the appointments are made over AOL, it is more difficult for some gumshoe to track my Emails and IMs than it would be to obtain my cell phone records. When it is necessary to verify the sex or age of a prospective client I use a non traceable Tracfone, rather than my permanent Verizon cell number.

I take the issue of client privacy quite seriously, regrettably many dominatrix are lax in this area. My computer is equipped with specialized shredding software and a host of other security features. At least once a year I hire a private investigator to conduct a sweep for hidden surveillance devices about my premises.

It is my practice to never extend credit to any client, some dominatrix will do this but more often than not they end up never being paid. A few years ago when I was managing dominatrix we had one male sub who sought credit for a session. If a client appeared and failed to pay cash he was denied service and the next time he was charged double. If the client failed to pay the second time he was precluded from future service. This is because our sessions were scheduled three hours apart to prevent clients from coming into contact with other clients. If a sub failed to pay we were out the session fee, as there was no way to fill the time slot on short notice.

The male sub in question sought credit the second time and as I was not content to just drop him as a client, he would be severely punished. The sub must have been surprised when I stripped him naked and bound him securely with rope on the floor, normally he would be attached to the overhead with leather cuffs.

This occurred during the heyday of the late Mad Max , the  legendary and stellar gay bondage trainer in Central New York. Renowned for his bizarre sadism, one of his favorite techniques was to force gay sex upon an unwilling heterosexual male. It seemed like the fitting punishment for my deadbeat client and I immediately put in a call for Max.

At this time Max worked for a funeral home, with access to a take home hearse and he was known to transport subs in this vehicle. Max arrived within the hour driving his hearse and proceeded to drag the tightly bound and ball gagged sub from the basement out to the hearse in the driveway. He was not blindfolded as I’m certain Max wanted him to get a good look at the transport vehicle and the shipping container.

The sub put up a good struggle, which intensified when he realized that he was being placed into an empty coffin in the rear of the hearse. However he was no was match for Max’s meth induced strength and in short order the coffin lid was locked and Max drove off without saying a word. I can still recall the muffled screams through the gag and the sounds of thrashing about in the coffin.

Max returned about two hours later and unloaded the sub from the coffin. He was still naked and bound as had been previously, but in place of the ball gag he was wearing a dental retainer gag which stretched his mouth wide open. Noticeably absent were any whip marks, the bull whip being Max’s signature. All the fight was drained from him and he offered no resistance as he was led downstairs.

He was unbound and after being allowed to dress, departed abruptly without saying a word. Max never did confide to me exactly what depravities he inflicted upon the sub, but a reliable source reported that the sub was driven to Max’s dungeon and subjected to forced group anal and oral  sex.

END PART 50