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MEMORIES OF
LONG TALL MARY Part 66
by Long Tall
Mary
By the time
I had completed April’s discipline session, the rest of the cadets were occupied
at their punitive work detail, supervised by Noreen and the two female academy
weekend staffers. I smiled as one cadet loaded a wheel barrow with dirt, then
another cadet would push the wheel barrow a short distance before unloading it.
Before the evening was over the hole in the ground would be filled in again. A
marvelous make work project!
Especially
delightful was watching Lydia carrying the ball and chain at the same time she
pushed the wheel barrow, a most arduous task. It would have been much easier for her to
simply dig, but she was being punished for insulting a staffer and deserved no
respite. Fortunately for Lydia I only had one ball and chain. Initially I
intended for her to wear it for the entire upcoming week, but that was before
April was caught having sex. As a result Lydia would be spared the ball and
chain, I would think of a suitable substitute punishment for her.
It was
reassuring to find that the two weekend staffers were quite diligent in
performing their duties. They were attired in uniforms consisting of dark blue
slacks, matching cap, coupled with a white blouse and short tie. This change in
uniform had been decreed by me, well actually I suggested it to the Chair of
the Board of Directors, and he adopted it without question. Previously no
specific uniform was mandated for staff and this was simply not appropriate for
an academy that was essentially a prison.
Satisfied
that the work detail was being adequately supervised, Noreen and I returned to
the headmistress quarters. My plan was to subject Cecilia to some forced sex
before leaving her tied to the bed for the night. Then Noreen and I would enjoy
a few drinks, watch some porn DVDs, and sleep together in the guest bedroom.
Noreen was elated that she had scheduled a session with her first male sub, and
this helped overcome her reluctance to engage in lesbian sex.
First off I
called Lorraine, who was babysitting for Felicia and Kelly at my home.
Felicia’s behavior had been exemplary and she was on modified restraint, in
that a twelve foot chain was connected to a metal collar she was wearing. This
enabled her some freedom of movement in the guest bedroom and was certainly
preferable to being locked in the cage. She was looking forward to beginning
her jail sentence on Wednesday.
The report
on Kelly was not as favorable. She was scheduled to be acquired by the lesbian
biker gang early in the week, and her attitude continued to be one of defiance.
When Lorraine removed her gag to speak with her, Kelly spewed invectives. As a
result she was kept spread-eagled to the mattress springs with a cervical
posture collar for added discomfort. Rather than being escorted to the bathroom
she would be provided a bedpan. Lorraine suggested a bull whipping might be
appropriate for her, but I am reluctant to have a sub with excessive whip marks
when they are first acquired by their new owner. Instead Lorraine limited
herself to using nipple and crotch clamps on the bitch.
Next I
called Patti, the manager of my downtown Syracuse bar, for a routine check on
the state of affairs. It seems that a known drug dealer, whom I had banned
about two years ago, had patronized the bar. I instructed Patti that if he
attempted to do so again, not to challenge him and that I would deal with the
matter as soon as I returned. While drug dealers are ubiquitous on the bar
scene, I make every effort to keep them from frequenting my establishment. It
may be associated with bondage, but I don’t want my bar to acquire a reputation
as one where drug deals go down.
Now it was
time to deal with Cecilia, who was bound rigidly to the chair with her ball gag
still in place. I had her tied at maximal tightness primarily to assure maximal
discomfort, and to remove any thoughts she might have of trying to escape. Many
dominatrix’s restrain their subs in a comfy manner, assuming they have no wish
to escape. Such is not my style.
Fortunately because of my relationship with
the Board of Directors Chair, also the CEO, I was privy to some information
that could be used to manipulate Cecilia. She stood to gain a five thousand
dollar merit pay award if the results of a forthcoming performance review were
favorable. The CEO confided to me that her yearly salary was nearly seventy
thousand dollars, in addition to various fringe benefits. It was unlikely she would jeopardize her
lucrative managerial position by complaining about my activities
With Cecilia
still gagged and unable to respond, I delivered a speech which laid down the
law. I let it be known that her pay increase would be heavily dependent upon my
evaluation of her willingness to implement the disciplinary program. Of course
this was not the case, but I’ve never hesitated to use chicanery to advance my
goals. In this case the goal was to discourage any thought by Cecilia of
complaining to anyone of my subjecting her to bondage, as well as some of the
other features of the cadet program. It was made clear to her that she was
being punished primarily for exhibiting persistent rudeness towards Noreen and me.
On an
earlier visit to the academy I had introduced Cecilia to lesbian sex by forcing
her to engage in deep mouth kissing and using her tongue to pleasure me both
vaginally and anally. Her reaction, while hardly ecstatic at least indicated a
modest degree of submissive curiosity. This session had been very brief, and
she was neither restrained nor nude. The current session would be much
different in that it was intended to be painfully humiliating including full nudity
and overnight restraint.
Before
freeing Cecilia from her chair restraint, I removed her rather loose fitting
ball gag and replaced it with a pair of my soiled panties, at least one pair of
which I always carry in my jobber bag. “These should keep you quiet and I’m
certain you enjoy my taste”, I chortled as I stood back to admire my handwork.
She was ordered to undress and reluctantly complied, the alternative was being
forcibly undressed and I explained if that were necessary she could expect
additional punishment of a type I did not specify.
Cecilia’s
bed consisted of an inexpensive one person model, so small as to make it
difficult to place someone in a wide spread eagle. Using leather cuffs I
attached her wrists to the far end of each side. Leather cuffs were placed on
each ankle and they would be attached to the bed after the strap intrusions
were complete, the panty gag stayed in place for the time being. She was then
left lying in the modified spread eagled position for about five minutes, giving
her time to contemplate the impending lesbian rape.
Noreen had
been delegated this task and while I know she had little enthusiasm for it, it
was better her than me, as I am simply not into pounding a strap on into a
fifty something, hormonally challenged, spinster. For her performance Noreen
was attired in a black fishnet outfit with her strap on consisting of a dark
blue, single headed, ten inch polyurethane intruder.
The panty
gag, in addition to obvious discomfort and humiliation, spared us the ordeal of
listening to any pleas of mercy from Cecilia, not that they wouldn’t have been
promptly discouraged by flogging. Noreen applied a generous quantity of KY oil,
both to the intruder head and to Cecilia’s cunt anatomy. All indications were
that the cunt was tight from lack of use; normally this will result in far more
pain upon penetration even with the best of lubrication. Providing a pain free
rape for Cecilia was exactly the opposite of what I intended.
Noreen’s
cunt penetrations were slow and methodical, as she did her best to detach
herself from the unpleasant realty of forced geriatric sex. For her part
Cecilia displayed little sign of sexual arousal with the sounds escaping
through the panty gag, being more of respiratory necessity than pleasure. In contrast when I had engaged in kissing
with Cecilia about two weeks ago, she had been more receptive and seemed to be
modestly enjoying the play.
After about
five minutes of thrusting, Noreen removed the strap on from her harness and
proceeded to the finale. This consisted of baring her own pussy and kneeling
above and facing Cecilia’s head. The panties were removed from her mouth and
Cecilia was commanded to lick Noreen’s pussy in a most vigorous manner, if
performed satisfactory she would be spared the more unpleasant task of servicing
Noreen’s asshole.
Such a
threat usually suffices and this case was no exception. Feigning moaning and
orgasm was by far a greater challenge for Noreen than Cecilia’s performance.
After another five minutes or so of pleasuring her dominatrix, Cecilia was
relieved of any further oral requirements for the evening. This included
speaking, and to assure compliance I fitted her with a plastic funnel type gag
attached to a head harness, allowing her to breath adequately for the night
while still providing considerable discomfort. To complete her confinement I
attached her leather ankle cuffs to the opposite lower ends of the bed, leaving
her in a rather loose spread eagle. She would spend the rest of the night so
restrained
It was now
time to enjoy some drinks and porno viewing with Noreen before bedding down
with her for the night. But Noreen claimed that a volatile domestic situation
had developed with one of her grown children, who lived about twenty miles
away, that required her presence. She pleaded with me to allow her to respond
the residence, with a promise that she would return to the academy by 7:00AM to
assist me with the morning regimen. Reluctantly I granted her request, knowing
full well it was contrived to avoid sleeping with me
My initial
plan had been for April to spend the night alone in the isolation cell,
monitored periodically by CCTV. Now with the guest bedroom to myself I decided
transferring April to it would enable me to observe her continuously. The
thought of a little sex with her entered into my mind as well, but I didn’t
wish to push my luck too far, and was content to just have her confined in the
same room with me.
I went to
the isolation cell and broke the news to April, her reaction was hardly
exuberant, as I’m certain she believed that more forced sex awaited her. After
escorting her to the bedroom I allowed her to change from her athletic uniform
into a nightie, after which a leather collar was padlocked into place around
her neck. An exposed radiator pipe served as an anchor for a six feet chain
which was in turn padlocked to a loop on the collar.
With my
feelings towards April being temporarily charitable, I allowed her the comfort
of sleeping on the carpeted floor along with a pillow and small quilt. As a
test of her attitude I made her kneel on the floor with her wrists locked
behind her head for about five minutes. During this period she was required to
enunciate various phrases expressing her penitence, as well as gratitude for my
kindness. For added good measure I put her in one of my “overnighter” leather
restraining belts with attached wrist cuffs. It really wasn’t necessary as the
six foot chain assured she could barely stand up and that I was beyond her reach.
After taking
one of my prescribed downers I quickly fell asleep, certainly a night that
would be more enjoyable than April, or Cecilia in the adjoining bedroom, would
experience.
END PART 66
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