Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY PART 57

By Long Tall Mary

It was beginning to seem that my objective of relocating Kelly, to California, was an exercise in futility. My initial field of contacts had little to offer. Finally I was able to make contact with Vince, a native of Utica and a long time veteran of the California bondage scene. He had served as a guest trainer for me in the past and his integrity and competence were beyond question.

Fortunately I called at just the right time Vince was in Utica only until Tuesday, at which time he would be returning to California. He agreed to visit my home early Monday afternoon and give me his assessment of Kelly. I forewarned him that Kelly was freshly abducted, and we had accomplished little in the way of training.

After a fair nights sleep, I arose at 7:00 and after releasing Felicia from her restraints, we ate breakfast together. She was then given a list of household chores to perform that would occupy her for most of the day. I’m meticulous about the appearance of my house but have an aversion to doing any of the work myself. Considering that Felicia was not being charged any room and board, it was only fitting that she perform some useful labor.

Kelly was already awake when I entered the bedroom. After feeding, she was unchained briefly to permit her to use the bathroom. The chain was replaced with a leash attached to her collar and I made her crawl on her hands and knees to the basement door, she was then walked down to the dungeon for the start of her training. She had slept with her heels on, a special mini padlock made it impossible for her to remove them. Felicia was surely peeved, as she would be toiling upstairs and not permitted to observe or participate in any of the training.

First off I reiterated the basic dungeon protocol for Kelly, she was to address me as “Mistress” and not speak without permission. Using a set of red and white, candy cane style ropes I arranged her in a rigid hogtie complete with a crotch loop. She was required to maintain this position for thirty minutes but was free to attempt to escape, to motivate her to struggle vigorously I threatened the use of the crop. A tight fitting ball gag assured that any speech would be unintelligible.

After about two minutes of struggling to escape, she realized its futility and evidently believed she was free to remain passive for the remainder of the period. It took several stinging crop lashes to motivate her to continue her struggles, indeed I was becoming concerned that she was either a slow learner, or simply enjoyed being whipped.

I had intended to permit her to rest in the comfort of the holding cell until Vince’s arrival, but as punishment for her lackadaisical attitude I attached her with leather cuffs to the overhead in an X manner, with her legs spread uncomfortably and attached to floor bolts about three feet apart, the five inch heels made the forced standing even more unbearable.

Returning upstairs, much to my surprise, I found Felicia toiling away diligently on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. At her current rate, she would be finished much earlier than expected. As I had to be at my bar by 4:00 in the afternoon, that meant Felicia would be home alone monitoring Kelly, who would be confined to the holding cell. Felicia understood the rules: no visitors, no physical contact with the slave, and no computer use. Felicia has an insatiable appetite for pornography, and was permitted to use my vast BDSM collection and to imbibe from my liquor cabinet. I knew she would be happily occupied until my return later in the evening, as well as inebriated.

I then placed a call to Headmistress Cecilia at the academy for an update on the situation there. Much to their surprise, all of the cadets had been forced to taken urine tests for drugs earlier in the day, but the results wouldn’t be available until the next day. I was confident that all but one or two of the cadets would fail, and thus be on confinement for the upcoming weekend. Cecilia’s description of Andrea walking about the academy, with the ball and chain dragging on the ground, caused me to be overcome with giddiness.

No sooner had I finished speaking with Cecilia, when Vince called and asked if he could make his visit in about thirty minutes. This was agreeable, and to torment Felicia I placed her in a rigid hogtie on the living room floor. She is always humiliated when a visiting trainer sees her in restraint, like so many of my guest trainers Vince regards her with contempt and would be pleased to see her hogtied in her maids uniform and silenced by a ball gag attached to a face harness.

Vince arrived on schedule and after exchanging pleasantries, he donned his leather hood before going to the basement. In this case I didn’t require that he be covered but Vince prefers the hood for its erotic effect. He ignored Felicia, other than to make a few disparaging remarks about her and wishing her ill well for the near future.

The appearance of a masked man visibly added to the distress, which Kelly was already experiencing. Vince painfully twisted her nipples and finger fucked her, as he spent several minutes assessing her anatomy. “Ever been ass fucked bitch?” he asked, as he attached a clamp to her clit. She shook her head, as the clamp caused excruciating pain to radiate throughout her body.

He stepped behind her and removed his jeans, his super sized cock fully erect and ready for action. Vince has performed in numerous porn flicks and superb erectogenic capabilities are obviously requisite for such work. While few male cocks ever penetrate my ports, I’ve fantasized that if I had just one to do so, it would be Vince.

Vince stood in front of Kelly, no doubt to impress her with his anatomy, then after applying some lubricant commenced thrusting, continuing for nearly four minutes. Vince shares my preference for slaves being gagged while they are fucked, so I was treated to the delight of the erotic moans of an anal virgin.

At the end of the four minute period Vince abruptly withdrew, his only remarks were “I think that the bitch has had enough sex for one day” and motioned for me to follow him upstairs. I was profoundly disappointed as Vince ordinarily subjects his slaves to a combination of flogging, oral, coital and anal sex. It was my distinct impression that he was less than enthused with Kelly’s potential.

Upstairs I detected an air of impatience and indifference, that appeared to preclude Kelly’s west coast employment. “The bitch has no boobs, and frankly doesn’t have an acceptable figure for bondage modeling”. I disagreed strenuously with him, his response was non-committal, he would let me know within two weeks if a buyer were available. “In the meantime” he chortled “I would try to strike a deal with an Arab Sheik”.

I had no intention of selling Kelly to an overseas buyer, in the worse case scenario she would be transformed into a willing personal house slave. Vince wasted no time departing, the despicable ingrate had been the beneficiary of my generosity on several occasions in the past, and this was my reward.

After releasing Felicia from her restraints we returned to the basement, where Kelly was taken down from the overhead and placed in the holding cell. I pretended that the prospects were good that we would find a job for her in California and implied that her placement would be expedited, if she showed continued progress with her training, especially the lesbian sex portion.

For now it was time to leave for the bar. Felicia was instructed Kelly was not to leave the holding cell for any reason, and that she would be subjected to continuous and diverse music. This would include, gospel, country, punk rock, etc. I recently had XM radio installed in the house. with the capability of piping it to any room in the house. In addition Kelly would be shown the most violent BDSM videos in my collection.

Upon arriving at my bar I knew immediately it would be a turbulent day. Sitting at the bar was one of the persons who have been banned from my bar. Currently fifteen males and ten females are on this list, and they are well known to Patti and Kristen, in addition to being posted at the entrance. Yet a slovenly, 40ish jerk named Gil, was sitting at the bar with a drink in front of him.

He had been banned only one month prior, for loud and boisterous conduct, rudely hitting on female customers, and just being an all around jerk. My banned list is permanent, no one has ever been rescinded, but considering the number of years I’ve been in business, the fact that only twenty five persons are on the list reflects favorably on the caliber of my clientele, at least to my way of thinking.

I would discipline Patti later for her blatant disregard of the rules, but first priority was getting rid of the jerk. The last unwelcome patron I had handcuffed to the bar rail and pulled down his pants, and this resulted in a State Liquor Authority hearing. I couldn’t afford another one. Due to Gil’s size I was unable to physically evict him myself.

My sadistic imagination is never at a stand still. The jerk got up to go to the mens room, it just so happened that the bar stool he had been sitting on was due to be replaced within the week. I took the opportunity to obtain a container of super glue, the gel portion which I was able to conceal on the seat of the stool. There were about ten customers present and I doubt if any of them realized my scheme.

I waited for above five minutes after Gil sat down upon returning from the mens room. At that point I confronted him and demanded to know why he was violating my order banning him. “Just let me finish this drink babe and then I’ll be on my way”. Since his mixed drink was full I took it and poured it on his head, provoking a truculent reaction. Well, it would have been truculent as he attempted to lunge at me, only to have his pants cling to the seat.

Kristen and Patti were summoned to assist me. “It seems like he is stuck to the chair” I announced, straining to avoid laughing. I instructed the jerk to hang on to the bar rail while Kristen and Patti tried to pull the chair off him. They succeeded in very short time leaving a gaping hole in the seat of his pants. All of the customers burst out laughing.

Gil was ready to do violence to me, but I brandished the Raptor before him. “One move asshole and you’re going to get a jolt that will knock you out, now get the fuck out of my bar and don’t ever return”. Gil chose reason over valor and headed onto West Fayette Street. Traffic was heavy at the moment and I’m certain his clothing defect was noticed by more the one person. Mistress Mary Cusimano invariably prevails, and to celebrate I bought a round of drink for all the customers.

The hilarity quickly subsided and I motioned Patti into my office, and demanded to know why the jerk had been served. Patti tried to pawn it off on Kristen, but I wasn’t buying it, Patti as manager should have interceded immediately.

I gave Patti a choice of six cane strokes inflicted immediately in the office or a disciplinary session at my home the next morning. Begrudgingly, but not surprisingly, Patti chose the first option and dutifully bared her ass and assumed the proper position, bracing herself with her hands on the desk. I assured her that Kristen would receive the same punishment, but I neglected to say it would be at a future date.

Using the rattan, which I keep locked in my office closet, I proceeded to inflict the first stroke. I then took my time, first walking to the other side of the desk, so Patti could see the smile on my face. The remaining five strokes were imposed at irregular intervals, greatly increasing the torment of the recipient. Patti was near tears, and red welts covered her buttocks, I had done my job well.

One might question the wisdom of inflicting such severe pain on an employee immediately, when she has nearly eight more hours to work. It doesn’t trouble me in the least and besides Patti had opted for the lesser of two evils, a disciplinary session at my home dungeon would have lasted at least two hours and been far more painful. I generously permitted her to take a fifteen minute break before returning to work.

The rest of the evening at the bar was uneventful and I arrived home just at the stroke of midnight. I was greeted by Felicia, whom had gotten up from the couch where she was watching a porn video, and as would be expected, quite inebriated. She assured me that there had been no problems with Kelly under her watch.

I decided to allow Kelly the pleasure of having an anal plug inserted as well as a one speed buzzing vibrator for her twat. These were held in place by a leather chastity device consisting of one belt encircling the waist and the other looped underneath the crotch and padlocked to the waist belt. Kelly was simply too worn out to protest the chastity application, which I performed inside the cell with Felicia standing nearby and ready to assist.

I’m quite unpredictable about the use of chastity devices upon my subs, many of the subs enjoy them and many detest them. The trick of course is to predict which sub falls into the later category, and intuitively I knew that Kelly did. Many long term sub breeders require their slaves to wear the devices for extended training periods, such periods may well last several weeks. Suffice to say that much disagreement exists amongst trainers as to the value of this modality.

I have an even more secure chastity device, one that which is absolutely escape proof. It is generally used on subs who are not confined continuously at my dungeon, as an example a sub who is a business executive may wear one at the office all day.

Kelly’s device was less escape resistant but desperate subs are capable of surprising accomplishments. Tonight Kelly would sleep in the guest bedroom with the collar chain connected to the headboard. With her hands free it was not inconceivable she could remove the intruders, but I let it be known that if either the intruders or other devices were in any way removed, the punishment would be excruciating.

After tucking Kelly in bed for the night, Felicia and I went to our respective bedrooms to get some sleep. It had been a long, frustrating day and I could only wonder what the new day would bring.

END PART 57