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Memories Of Long Tall Mary

Part 54

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 54

By Long Tall Mary

The sedatives enabled me to obtain about four hours of quality sleep. Upon awakening I was treated to the sight of Andrea, still tightly bound to a chair about six feet from the bed, and facing me. She had nodded off but instinctively awakened as I eyed her. The face harness, with the attached cock gag was still intact, and had spared me from having to listen to any of her babble overnight. Bitches frequently attempt to protest through their gags, but in this case Andrea was well aware she would be severely whipped, should she do so.

I offered a few pleasantries to Andrea, such as inquiring if she got a good nights sleep, and was greeted with a very hostile glare. If looks could kill! At this time I broke the news to her that her lover, Juan, had “been deported” and she wouldn’t be having any further contact with him.

Next I spelled out the restrictions she would be subjected to, including solitary confinement, the ball and chain, and hard labor. I left her gag in place as I wasn’t interested in hearing her protests.

I decided some early morning leashing exercises was a good way for her to start the day. Her gag, but not face harness was removed with a warning that she would be whipped if she spoke one word without permission. Next I attached a standard leather training collar, connected to a twenty foot leash. I then untied her from the chair but left the crotch chain in place along with the dildo, whose batteries were expired.

Wielding a flogger in my hand, Andrea was instructed she would crawl on all fours throughout the academy and make barking sounds continuously. For the next ten minutes I led her on a tour of the various rooms including the basement dungeon. At each stop she would kneel and bark until told to stop. She was exposed to all of the other confined cadets, as well as Noreen and Cecilia.

Satisfied that sufficient humiliation had been inflicted I made Andrea crawl back to my guest bedroom, where she was made to kneel at the foot of my bed, facing towards the headboard. Handcuffs assured she would be forced to maintain the uncomfortable position as long as I desired, her dildo and crotch chain remained in place. Her cock gag was reinserted.

Cecilia treated Noreen and myself to a sumptuous breakfast while I treated Cecilia to one of my bondage videos. The erotic moans of the subs provided a backdrop as we discussed the days activities. Two other non-resident female staffers arrived to assist in the training, but they were not allowed in Cecilia’s private dining room.

Frankly, my enthusiasm for the Saturday training session at the academy was lacking, due to my concern over Kristen’s drug arrest. Already I had moved up my departure time in order to meet Kristen in Camillus at 3:00PM. This meant delegating to Noreen the authority to conduct much of the academy training session. While overall I considered her a competent dominatrix, she was somewhat lacking in restraint skills. None the less I felt I had no choice due to the gravity of Kristen’s matter.

The Saturday training regimen for all the cadets, except Andrea, was working on the dirt pile until they were exhausted. At my request the academy had altered the lock system for the cadets communal living area. It could now be locked to prevent the cadets from leaving, previously it was left unlocked, primarily as a fire exit.

After completing their strenuous session on the dirt pile, the five cadets would be locked in their living area until morning, and they would not be restrained or prohibited from speaking. Of course by now the cadets were aware of the CCTV and audio monitoring system, and no doubt his would inhibit their chatting.

Andrea would spend the rest of the weekend locked in a cage, in the basement dungeon. Her meals would consist of my standard liquid protein concoction, which I serve to subs in a plastic container. Staff would speak to her only minimally, and the only reason she would be allowed out of the cage would be for toilet use. By contrast the other five cadets were permitted regular meals, they would not be restrained and would be permitted the comfort of being confined to their dormitory.

Late Sunday evening Andrea would be released from the cage and fitted with her ball and chain device. For the rest of the week she would be permitted to sleep, unrestrained in one of the upstairs rooms that had been converted for confinement use. She would wear the ball and chain continuously until my arrival next Friday, the only exception being staff were authorized to remove it temporarily for physical education classes.

Andrea would attend classes with the rest of the cadets, but not allowed to speak with any of them. All the cadets would spend a minimum of two hours in the evening working on the dirt pile, Andrea would spend at least three hours. I was determined that her week would indeed be a hell week, no effort would be spared to subject her to humiliation and strenuous physical exertion.

I left alone in my van shortly before noon and headed for Camillus. As I approached the interstate exit near Cortland I observed a female hitchhiking alone. She appeared to be at least eighteen years old, a rather petite brunette and moderately good looking.

Fantasies of abducting female hitchhikers have long aroused my prurient psyche, so I decided to offer the wench a ride. She readily accepted my offer and claimed to be headed for North Syracuse after having a falling out with her boy friend, she planned to visit her girl friend there.

Her name was Kelly and she was attired casually in jeans, a cheap black leather jacket and a white sweater. Not much in the way of boobs but she did have a tight ass which caught my attention immediately. My impression was she was not overly intellectual and further conversation revealed she was nineteen years old, dropped out of high school during her senior year, and had been dependent on her live in boyfriend for financial support. That relationship now appeared to in jeopardy.

To further complicate matters she had just punched out another bitch she accused of trying to steal her man, and expected to be arrested. Since she had no vehicle, her only means of escape from Cortland was by hitchhiking. In my estimation she was tobacco road trash and I that a few days confinement in my dungeon might cause her to see the error of her ways, so to say.

As we drove I bluntly told her that I was a dominatrix and was willing to hire her as a household assistant, at a generous wage, for a week or two. You should have seen the look on her face, if I hadn’t been driving 70 miles per hour I think she would have jumped out of the van.

Seeking to assuage her fears I assured her that she wasn’t expected to engage in any sexual activity and reemphasized the lucrative wage offer. This caused her to have second thoughts but she insisted on calling her friend and informing her of where she would be staying at.

The bitch ruined my plans to induce her to my home peacefully, as I wasn’t about to let her, let alone her friend, know my address. Since she didn’t have a cell phone I offered to pull over at the approaching rest area, so she could use my phone. Fortunately as I pulled into the rest area, no other vehicles or persons were present, making it suitable for overpowering her.

The overpowering was swift and certain. I always keep the Raptor stun gun within reach and in this case it happened to be in the well of the drivers door. I handed her my cell phone but the bitch intended to make the call from outside, so a quick jolt from the Raptor caused her to be incapacitated immediately, leaving her semi-conscious.

I dragged the bitch into the rear of the van and cuffed her hands behind her. Using a special Velcro ankle cuff, I was able to attach each ankle to two bolts on the floor, about two feet apart. Another connector was used so that her wrists were attached to a third floor bolt, causing her to be bent backwards at nearly a 45 degree angle, a very uncomfortable position.

Since I don’t like to listen to bitches whining, combined with the erotic appeal of gag moans, I used my strap gag with a hard plastic cylindrical mouthpiece, she wouldn’t suffocate and would only be able to make semi- intelligent sounds. She was now secure for the remainder of the trip. My cargo van has no rear window and I have a tinted plastic shield, to restrict viewing of the cargo hold from the front seat. Needless to say I left this open, as it allowed me to observe her periodically as I drove.

Initially I intended to stop at my downtown bar before proceeding to Camillus, but with my newly acquired cargo I proceeded directly to my home. I had been fully prepared to honor my offer to pay the bitch as a housekeeper and induce her to submit voluntarily to sex. Due to her reluctance she would now be involuntarily used as my sex toy, and receive no compensation.

As we neared the exit for my house I closed the shield partition to prevent the bitch from identifying the location. After pulling into the garage and closing the door I released her ankle restraints, still handcuffed and gagged she was led to the basement, offering no resistance.

My first move was to search the bitch as they frequently carry weapons, drugs, or cash. I found no weapons or drugs but she did have five twenty dollar bills stashed in her bra. As I am not a thief I assured her that they would be returned to her eventually. I left the gag in place for the moment as I wasn’t in the mood for her babble.

I had a sense she might struggle if I attempted to strip her before removing the cuffs, so she was placed in the holding cell and I unlocked the cuffs through the cell door, also the gag was then removed. She was then commanded to strip naked which she flatly refused to do. I then produced a canister of mace and gave her ninety seconds to strip before I sprayed the substance into the cell. Not surprisingly this induced compliance, and she was quickly in her birthday suit, her clothes placed in a pile on the floor.

To punish her for her insolence I cuffed her hands in front of her, to the cell door. This assured she would be forced to stand and would be more accessible for any inspection of her anatomy that I desired. Since Kristen was due to arrive within the hour I left the bitch alone in the holding cell but did insert a bondage DVD into the player, which she was able to see and hear from the cell.

My next task was to check the mail, and it brought more bad news. The IRS was seeking $3000.00 in back taxes from me. I was confident if I retained the right attorney I would prevail, but it would cost more than the back taxes being sought.

Still awaiting Kristen’s arrival I received a surprising call from Newhart, the Professor of Psychiatry at the local medical school, and one of the few males I was ever attracted to in a non bondage relationship. In addition he generously prescribes certain medications for me, that would have otherwise be difficult to obtain.

Newhart sounded dejected and the reason was clear. Long accustomed to seducing attractive women, lately he had met with rejection and was on the verge of desperation for sex. I mentioned that I had a new sex slave, who needed an audition and he was welcome to have his way with her.

After some hesitation he agreed, normally he wasn’t into bondage sex but this would be an exception. The only proviso was that to avoid identification either Newhart had to wear a mask, or the bitch would be blindfolded. As expected Newhart chose the option of wearing a mask. It was agreed that the session would take place the following day, Sunday afternoon, and the bitch would be collar chained to the upstairs guest bed.

It was now 3:30PM and Kristen had yet to arrive. She was well aware of my high expectations for punctuality, yet she had not called to offer any explanation for her absence. Had she been involved in an accident, arrested again?, these questions came to mind.

I was still undecided as to how to discipline Kristen. Imposing excessive punishment upon her might prompt her to offer incriminating testimony against the bar. Even though I wouldn’t be criminally liable, the SLA would move swiftly to revoke my liquor license and thus my livelihood. I continued to ponder my quandary as I fumed over Kristen’s absence.

Finally, at 3:45PM Kristen pulled into the driveway and walked to the door, where I was waiting to greet her with folded arms and a very mean look. It was readily apparent she was inebriated! The insolent wench is well aware of my disdain for inebriated submissives, as well as punctuality. My patience was about to be taxed to the utmost.

To further exacerbate my anger Kristen was shabbily attired in jeans and a loose fitting gray sweatshirt, her hair was mused, and she was poorly made up. Combined with her unsteady balance and slurred speech, she had successfully incurred my temporary wrath, and was a poor candidate for a serious discussion of the matter at hand.

My rule for inebriated submissives is they are placed in uncomfortable restraint until they sober up, which in this case could be three or four hours. Ordinarily she would be taken to the basement and strung up on the overhead, but I wasn’t about to let her be aware of the bitch confined in the holding cell.

Instead I led her by the arm to the guest bedroom, fully clothed I cuffed her hands behind her to the head board and made her kneel, facing the foot of the bed. Her ankles were also cuffed to the head board, leaving her uncomfortably bent backwards, much like the hitchhiker bitch in the van. I didn’t bother gagging her due to her inebriation, and besides that she knew enough not to speak without permission.

I then went to the computer room, from where I would be able to monitor both captives periodically via the CCTV. Due to the sensitive content of many of my IMs and Emails, I recently installed an encryption system. One of the computers linked to this system is the personal computer of Joe, the leather goods store owner.

As Joe was online I couldn’t resist the temptation to inquire as to the fate of Juan. Joe’s assessment was that he was incorrigible, and showed no signs of withering his defiance after having been subjected to forced anal sex as well as severe whipping. Attempts to force oral sex upon him had been unsuccessful, as he repeatedly dislodged the dental gag used to force the mouth open.

In Joe’s opinion it was necessary “send him north”, which I took to mean that he would be joining Kevin at the cult compound somewhere in the Adirondack region. If Juan were released he would likely seek violent revenge against any staff he found upon the boarding school premises. Even though he wasn’t aware of my identity, I agreed with Joe that enslavement was necessary.

As expected Joe didn’t provide any further details, Juan was now the third person to be forcibly enslaved in a short period of time, the others being Lori and her scumbag boyfriend, Kevin. Fortunately all three were lowlife types, and none would be missed.

END PART 54

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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