Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 55

By Long Tall Mary

As I waited for Kristen to sober up my thoughts turned to Kelly, my captive hitchhiker. Perhaps I had been too harsh in my assessment of her. My contempt for male subs is visceral, but in the case of females it is very individualized.

Referring to me as “bitch” for example will certainly incur my wrath, and more than one sub has learned that the hard way.

Overall my feelings for a particular female sub are influenced by her willingness to submit to my domination without question, but the issue is complex and highly subjective. It can not easily be articulated. I do tend to be more cruel than most dominatrix when it comes to imposing punishment on subs, yet none has ever suffered any permanent injury. Safety has always been of paramount concern, I don’t want any of my subs hospitalized or worse.

In the case of Kelly, her reluctance to accept my offer to serve as maid probably stemmed from fear, rather than any intrinsic rejection of me personally. After all I had just told her I was a dominatrix, and one can understand this reaction from a 19 year old, immediately after accepting a ride from one. I decided to attempt a softer approach with her, but a couple of hours standing cuffed to the cell door, would put her in a state of mind more receptive to cooperation.

While waiting for Kristen to sober up, I called Noreen at the academy for an assessment of the situation there. She reported that Andrea had physically resisted being placed in the cage, but with assistance from the two academy staffers it was accomplished without great difficulty. Much to my relief, Noreen reported that the two academy staffers were cooperating fully with the discipline program and quite diligently.

I spent the next hour or so doing various tasks on the Internet, including one of my regular AOL chat rooms. My thoughts continued to be occupied with Kristen. Ideally she would leave town and never return but that wasn’t likely to happen. For me to arrange for her disappearance would be extremely risky, I had already done that with Lori, Kevin and Juan, and still feared that someday it would come back to haunt me.

My natural reaction was to inflict severe corporal punishment upon Kristen for her indiscretions but that simply wasn’t a practical option in this case. The best I could hope for was that Kristen wouldn’t volunteer any testimony against my bar, in exchange for leniency.

All things considered I was constrained from subjecting her to any real torture, but she would remain handcuffed to the bed until she was sober. Another concern entered my mind, were the drug deliveries made when I was at the bar? If not that would indicate laxity by Patti, my manager, and I would have to deal with that. I’d just have to wait another hour or so until my interrogation of Kristen began.

My thoughts turned again to Kelly. Perhaps I had acted impulsively by taking her captive, I really wasn’t prepared to train an unwilling slave, as this could take weeks and would require someone to be constantly present at my home. It is not easy to find someone willing to guard slaves confined in my holding cell, I’ve been that route before.

I had been able to find a home for Lori with the lesbian biker gang. Eventually she became a willing member of the gang and abandoned her interest in Kevin, who was “acquired” by the Adirondack based cult. Since I haven’t recently had any reports on Kevin’s status, I assume he is being held unwillingly. That is fine with me and I hope that the same results with Juan. I have no doubt that both of them would attempt to retaliate against me if they had the opportunity.

Had it not been for Lori being acquired by the biker gang, I seriously would have considered the same fate for Kristen. One factor that Lori, Kevin and Kristen share is that they all have criminal charges pending against them, and their disappearance under those circumstances hadn’t prompted any great concern, I’m confident the same would be true of Kristen.

After deciding that Kristen had sufficient time to sober up, I removed her restraints and led her, fully clothed into the living room. Without being prompted she assumed a kneeling position on the floor in front of the couch, her hands laced behind her hand. She had indeed learned well from her previous discipline session with me. I had her sit next to me on the couch and requested a full explanation of the drug charges.

Kristen conceded she was a habitual coke user, which I found surprising as she did not exhibit the traits which I usually observe amongst such users. Her use had preceded employment as my waitress. She had recently changed suppliers, her previous supplier lived within walking distance of her apartment and she made the buys by walking there.

On the three occasions she had ordered by cell phone from my bar, the supplier drove his car down the alley to the back door and Kristen would step out momentarily and take possession of the goods. Patti although aware of this activity had never questioned it, nor reported it to me.

Kristen’s downfall was ordering by telephone, since the pusher’s phone was tapped, the calls were easily traced to Kristen. She was not aware if any of the buys had been caught on videotape. Since she wasn’t scheduled to meet with her attorney until next week, it would be a few days before she learned the answer.

She appeared to be sincere in her answers and in exhibiting remorse for jeopardizing my liquor license. This was coupled with the painful reality that the going rate for legal fees in this type of case was $2000.00, and that she wasn’t eligible for a public defender. Added to that was the likelihood that she would likely receive probation and compelled to spend more money for some rehab program.

I did my best to be supportive although it was difficult to conceal my anger over her indiscretions. My initial intent had been to subject her to a severe torture session, but having decided it would be counterproductive. I would wait and see what the ramifications, if any, would be to my liquor license.

Kristen was permitted to continue working for me, but I gave her a stern warning that any future drug activity at work would result in her termination, as well as a forced discipline session, that would make any of the legal consequences look minor by comparison.

In addition I gave her five hundred dollars in cash to be used for her legal expenses. I’m not so wealthy that I can afford to be so charitable often, but in this case I had to avoid antagonizing Kristen until the court case was resolved. For the same reason I refrained from making any sexual advances towards her, and satisfied with her sobriety she was permitted to leave after spending less than three hours with me.

After Kristen’s departure, I intended to deal with Kelly in the basement holding cell, but before I could I received a cell phone call that was to greatly impact Kelly. The call was from Felicia Porter, my long time staff dominatrix, and occasional sex toy. Felicia had just finished her most recent prison stint at Jamesville, and had been released after maxing out, meaning she wasn’t on parole or probation. She was desperate for temporary lodging and fit perfectly into my plans.

In the past Felicia had served as a dungeon monitor when I was away from home and on the whole her performance was adequate. I have had numerous disagreements with Felicia over the years, but she is a competent dominatrix with rather strong submissive leanings, fortunately she has been able to separate the two and her effectiveness as a dominatrix has not been compromised.

Felicia was essentially a homeless person with no clothes, other than prison release attire, no money and no vehicle. I invited her to my home for an interview, and she arrived about 45 minutes later, dropped off by some elderly lady, who had been a prison volunteer.

Nearly forty years old, Felicia was looking haggard and had gained at least 15 pounds standing 5’4 at about 155 pounds, she looked out of place wearing only a cheap dress, and not her customary miniskirt and tight sweater. The first thing I did was to contact Lorraine, my dominatrix/nurse friend and sometime associate who lives close by. My request was that she take Felicia to the Carousel Center and supervise the purchase of $500.00 worth of clothing for Felicia. I entrusted Lorraine with the cash for fear Felicia might be tempted to spend it on grass.

Felicia is an inveterate grass user but I laid down the rule firmly, no grass or any other illicit drug, was to be used or possessed at my home. She would be permitted to consume liquor at my home, I should add, my liquor, as long as she was not inebriated when dealing with a sub. The shopping trip went smoothly and upon returning Felicia was once again attired in a black miniskirt and tight red sweater, coupled with fashionable heels.

Other rules had to be imposed upon Felicia at the onset. I would provide her with food and lodging at no cost. In return she would assist with the training of sub Kelly, perform various household duties and pay sexual tribute to myself, whenever requested. She was to have no contact with her former dominatrix partner, Mary Jo, whom is the most despicable dominatrix I’ve ever known. In addition she would provide me with any information as to Mary Jo’s whereabouts, currently unknown, this would enable me to extract long due revenge upon her for past slights.

In addition Felicia was to engage in no type of bondage activity with another client without my knowledge and consent. One of Felicia’s favorite schemes was so called “financial domination”, whereby a submissive, often cross dressed, is led about a shopping mall on a collar and leash, making payment for the session by buying gifts, such as jewelry and clothing from mall stores, for the dominatrix. Syracuse area malls won’t tolerate the practice of public leashing ,and Felicia’s most recent prison term resulted from assaulting a mall security guard, who was attempting to stop her from so doing.

Kelly reacted with dismay when I introduced Felicia to her and indicated she would be her assistant trainer. By this time Kelly had been cuffed to the cell door nearly four hours and was physically tired as well as anxious from the isolation. Her only human contact had been two brief visual inspections I made and she had not been permitted to speak either time.

My plans for Kelly were to train her to the point where she would be a willing sex slave and could be used for various types of situations. Since she was essentially submissive, I do have a number of requests for female submissives and with proper training, Kelly should prove adequate in that role.

After completion of her basic training I would arrange lodging and some type of menial employment for her. The hardest part of training Kelly would to be force her to accept bi-sexual encounters, she was clearly of heterosexual orientation in my opinion.

Fear is a necessary element of motivating such trainees, so it was predictable I would play upon the theme that if Kelly’s training progress was insufficient, she would be sold to a gang of foreign slavers. I even went so far as to

simulate a phone conversation with a buyer for an Arab slave group.

Previously I had used Khalid, a Saudi Arabian student attending college on a visa. He had played the role of slave trader perfectly, complete with robe, turban, and Islamic chanting. The two slaves were more terrified than I have ever seen in my career. Regrettably his visa was revoked for unspecified reasons and he left the country. Although the number of phone calls I had with him with minimal, I continually worry that my phone number is on the NSA watch list.

Being the tobacco road trash that she is her absence was unlikely to be missed by any of her friends in the Cortland area, it would be assumed she was on the lam for assaulting her lover’s girl friend. Kelly admitted that her girl friend in North Syracuse was not expecting her, and I had no intention of permitting Kelly to communicate with her.

Kelly did not appear happy as all this was explained to her. She was probably listed by now as a missing person by her boyfriend, that way if she turned up somewhere the victim of foul play, it would make the boyfriend less suspect.

I listened briefly to Kelly’s story. She was strongly in love with her boyfriend, and desperately wanted to get married and have children. Her financial support was limited to SSI and was barely sufficient to pay the rent on a ramshackle dwelling. Her boyfriend clearly exploited, her living there rent free, after work he would stop for several hours of drinking, by the time he arrived home he was intoxicated and not often in the mood for sex.

In addition he had sexual interests in several other females, and was known to leave his watering hole for some sex before returning to Kelly’s place. She had caught him with one of these females in her bedroom, and beat the bitch so badly she was hospitalized.

To make Kelly’s training a little more bearable I informed her that she would be serving Newhart, the next day. Newhart is well hung and I’ve heard that more than one younger wench was quite satisfied with his sexual performance. But first, Kelly would have to undergo basic sub training.

Since Felicia had spent much of her time at Jamesville in solitary confinement, she had been deprived of much of the inmate sex that typically occurs, so I let her take the lead with Kelly. She was removed from the cell and attached to the overhead posts. Felicia explored her vaginal and anal anatomy using latex gloves, in none too gentle of a manner, before commencing with whipping.

Kelly was uncharacteristically silent but new subs are always gagged and she was no exception. I used one of my cock gags, chuckling that she needed practice with the cock to satisfy Newhart’s oral sex desires the next day. Felicia seemed to relish every lash she inflicted with the flogger, and Kelly’s boobs, ass, and back were quickly covered with red welts. She had not yet begun her enunciation training.

I quickly noticed that Kelly had a rather low pain tolerance and was fast approaching her max. It almost seemed like Felicia was trying to compensate for the months of incarceration, where of course she had no opportunity to whip anyone. Felicia was ordered to stop the whipping.

Kelly would spend the rest of the night locked in one of my two cages. Her gag was removed and she was otherwise unrestrained but I did padlock a thick black leather training collar around her neck, she would wear this for the duration of her training period.

After offering a few words of encouragement for Kelly, Felicia and I headed for my living room, where Felicia would provide her sexual tribute to me.

END PART 55

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