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MEMORIES OF
LONG TALL MARY Part 69
by Long Tall
Mary
It was a
welcome relief to be rid of Kelly, and two days later Felicia would be gone as
well. I let her smoke some pot and have a few drinks, she had been in punitive
restraint for several days, and on Wednesday her jail sentence would begin. It
seemed only fitting to allow her a day or so of pleasure.
Noreen’s
scheduled session with her male submissive was rescheduled, at his request,
until Thursday. However I sense that the sub was having second thoughts over a
new dominatrix. Despite his proven past loyalty to me as a dominatrix, I wasn’t
about to take him back, nor could I foresee any willing male subs in my future.
When Felicia
learned that Kristen was arriving in the evening, she begged me to be allowed
to take some sexual liberties with her. I sternly informed her that was out of
the question, Kristen’s sole purpose was housecleaning, and if Felicia made any
advance towards her, she would be locked in the basement cage until Wednesday
Kristen arrived
precisely at 7:00 and was attired attractively in a black mini-skirt and tight
fitting white pullover sweater, complimented by trendy heels. She is well aware
of my strict insistence upon punctuality and attire, and no doubt assumed that
meeting these expectations, would somehow mitigate her punishments. She was
quite surprised, to say the least, when I ordered her to change into a maid’s
uniform, and announced she would be spared physical punishment if her housework
met my impeccable standards. After two and a half hours of diligent toiling,
these standards were met, and I kept my word and released her without any
further punishment.
Wednesday
morning arrived soon enough, with Felicia’s sentencing scheduled at 1:00 in the
afternoon. I had already decided that her courtroom attire would consist of one
of the orange jumpsuits I had lying around the dungeon. It was just a way of
expressing contempt for the system, as she would be dressed in a jump suit one
way or the other, for transport from court to jail. Felicia thought it was a
great idea, as well.
I simply
wasn’t prepared for what was to transpire in the courtroom. Originally the plea
deal had been that she would serve her ninety day jail sentence in a
neighboring county. This was to avoid contact with the CO at Jamesville, whom
she had threatened, and who logically could be expected to seek revenge upon
Felicia.
When Felicia
arrived in court, her lawyer took her into a conference room, and broke some
bad news. The part of the deal about serving the sentence in a neighboring
county was rescinded for reasons not fully made clear, meaning she would have
to spend her ninety days in Jamesville. This precipitated a tirade by Felicia
and she burst into the courtroom yelling obscenities at the judge, prosecutor
and everyone else.
She was
promptly subdued by the court deputies, and shackled hand and foot before being
taken to a holding cell. I didn’t wait around for the formality of seeing her
sentenced, but before leaving I was able to have my five hundred dollars in
bail returned to me. I had little doubt that Felicia would serve the full
ninety days, in the past she has forfeited good time and doesn’t favorably
impress parole boards.
It was a
short drive to my tavern and I looked forward to being able to devote some time
to the business, after having been forced to monitor subs confined in my
dungeon as well as business at the academy. However this was not to be the
case, as within five minutes of my arrival I received an urgent call from the
CEO of academy board of directors.
The cadets
were engaged in a strike and refusing to leave their dormitory. He believed
that it was precipitated by the weekend visit of Valerie Smith, the maverick
board member. Headmistress Cecilia had called the CEO in desperation, requesting
assistance. Her staffers had taken steps to prevent any escape by the cadets,
but had refrained from any forceful action to remove them from the dormitory.
The CEO requested my immediate assistance, should word of this strike reach the
news media, an unwelcome expose of life at the academy was certain to follow.
I assured
the CEO I would be at the academy within two hours, but first I had to return
to my home to retrieve some equipment. On route I contacted Noreen who agreed
to respond immediately as well, she would wait just outside the academy until
my arrival, so we could enter together. A call to Cecilia revealed desperation
on her part, and I did my best to assure her that I would quell the
insurrection in short order. She also indicated that April was the suspected
ringleader.
Previously I
had arranged for Cadet Andrea to be temporarily committed to a Syracuse area
psychiatric facility, after she feigned suicide. The commitment was facilitated
by the fact that fellow dominatrix Lorraine, is a nurse at the facility. So
while on route I placed a call to Lorraine, in the event it might be desirous
to have April committed. Fortunately Lorraine was the charge nurse for the day,
and she assured me that the supervising psychiatrist had previously had
sessions with her as a male submissive, giving her tremendous influence over
him.
When Noreen
and I arrived at the academy, we were met in the parking lot by a clearly
bewildered headmistress. The eighteen cadets were still refusing to leave their
dormitory, and April was attempting to present a list of demands, including an
end to the punitive work details. On the advice of the CEO, Cecilia had refused
to address any of the demands.
While
driving, I had already formulated my plan for quelling the insurrection.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a sufficient number of leather or metal cuffs, so
plastic ones would have to do. Using rope to bind that many cadets is a most
arduous task. Both Noreen and I were dressed in two piece black leather
outfits, and you should have seen the look of surprise and fear, especially
April, when we both entered the dormitory, accompanied by Cecilia and five
other female academy staffers.
I had taken
the liberty of conspicuously wearing a stun gun on a holster, strapped around
my waist. In all likelihood it wouldn’t be needed but the deterrence effect was
significant. The cadets, all of whom were seated, were ordered to their feet.
Noreen and I methodically used plastic cuffs on each cadet, one set to bind
their wrists in the front, the other to bind the ankles together. Having their
wrists bound in front was in no way designed for comfort, as they would soon
learn.
What was
surprising was the absence of any verbal protests from anyone, and especially
from April, whom I expected would recite some manifesto. The cadets were then
ordered to walk single file, however hobbled to the gymnasium in the adjoining
building. The gymnasium is equipped with two exercise ladders, mounted at
ceiling level, it is designed as an endurance test in that the cadet must pull
herself on the rungs from end of the ladder and back within a specified time
period.
The ladder
rungs served as an excellent means of attaching the cadets’ arms over their
heads, fully extended, using another connector. They were arranged standing
back to back, about five feet apart, and I had brought along enough leather
belts to bind each twosome together, encircling the belts below their boobs. It
was just enough to have a mild erotic effect, but their restraints prevented
anything more intimate. To prevent any chit chat I used two strips of black
duct tape over the mouth of each cadet.
With the
exception of April the cadets would remain standing, uncomfortably bound and
gagged, for hours. Endurance bondage is an excellent means of wearing down the
resistance of the most rebellious submissive. For April, my plans were to have
her committed to the psychiatric hospital near Syracuse. Rather than transport
her restrained in my van or an academy vehicle, I had made arrangements for a private
ambulance from Ithaca to handle the transport. The official diagnosis, made by
Dr. Yen at the hospital, was extreme agitation with suicidal tendencies.
The academy
nurse did her part to prepare April for transport, by injecting her with a
sedative drug that would leave her very groggy, and nearly incoherent.
Hopefully this would prevent her from relating any tales of abuse while in the
back of the ambulance. While awaiting arrival of the ambulance, I permitted
April to sit on the couch in Cecilia’s office, bound hand and foot like the
other cadets, but without the gag.
I greeted
the ambulance when it arrived in the parking lot and went over the protocol for
the run. Denise, the EMT who would be riding with me in the rear, was a
pleasant enough petite blond, a pre-med student at the university in Ithaca,
who worked part time for the ambulance service. She did impress me as rather
inquisitive and it was important to minimize details of life at the academy.
It was agreed that April would be walked out to the ambulance, secured to the
stretcher with leather cuffs, and given a cursory assessment. She was fully clothed in her academy dress
uniform, blouse, sweater and skirt. This was done without incident and the fact
that she was groggy from the sedatives, made her quite manageable. Dr. Yen had
issued orders for an airway tube to be inserted in April’s mouth, the medical
justification being that she was prone to bite her tongue during periods of
agitation. Denise commented that she had never heard of such a justification,
but acquiesced to the order, thus sparing me the fear that April would reveal
some embarrassing information during the trip.
It was
agreed that Noreen would remain at the academy and supervise the physically
restrained cadets, until my return. An academy staffer would pick me up at the
hospital when I finished there, and return me to the academy, at which time the
cadets would likely be persuaded to end their rebellion. April would be
remaining at the hospital for minimum of three days, under the personal
supervision of Dr. Yen and Charge Nurse Lorraine.
As the
ambulance drove off I pretended to show my show my concern for April’s welfare,
by patting her on the forehead and assuring her that everything would be all
right. Were it not for the presence of the EMT, April would be using her tongue
to pleasure my mouth and asshole. I consoled myself, knowing that she would be
undergoing a brutal therapy session with Lorraine and Dr. Yen, and when she was
discharged from the hospital I would have my own punitive session with her.
Denise must
have realized that I was a dominatrix, but prudently refrained from discussing that
topic. I told her that I had a degree in psychology and worked as a behavioral
consultant to various individuals and organizations. Hoping to direct the
conversation away from my professional qualifications, I mentioned that I owned
a bar in downtown Syracuse, and that was my primary occupation.
It turned
out that Denise is a bar rat, not just in Ithaca but in Syracuse as well, and
had heard of my establishment. She stressed that it was noted for quality food
and made no reference as to the repute of any of the clientele. I suggested she
pay a visit to the bar and have a complimentary meal and drink, and even gave
her my cell number. My intentions weren’t completely charitable. Somehow I
sensed that Denise might be a latent submissive who could be seduced, but even
if that were not the case, it never hurts to incur the good will of someone who
might see or hear something that could prove damaging. The academy had plenty
of potential in that respect.
Denise and I
continued chatting about bars for almost the entire trip. As much as it pained
me to not be able to molest April in the ambulance, I would soon be able to
witness her admission at the hospital, before returning to the academy and
dealing with the rebellious cadets.
END PART 69
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