Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY PART 72 by Long Tall Mary

At 9:00AM on Thursday I received a call from Headmistress Cecilia that April was acting in a highly agitated manner. She had been confined in her cell continuously since my departure the previous day and had spent six hours standing, with her wrists cuffed above her head, before being allowed to sit down. Cecilia felt a sedative injection was warranted.

I personally don’t favor habitual sedation of subs, other than when necessary to make them manageable for transport. The potential for addiction is too great and many of the subs crave the pleasurable effect of the drugs. April, being the manipulative bitch she is, was probably intentionally acting in a manner likely to bring that result. I am quite competent at breaking incorrigible subs without medication, but in my absence it was best to go with the sedation. The risk of not doing so was another commitment to the hospital, something I wanted to avoid at all costs.

Since sedatives aren’t kept in stock at the academy, it was necessary to contact Lorraine at the hospital. She would have one of the doctors issue a prescription, a pharmaceutical driver would deliver it to the academy, and it would be administered by the staff nurse.

I was able to reach Lorraine at the hospital and she assured me that the medication would be delivered within two hours. She had little to say, and not wishing to confront her about the fabricated orders, I kept the conversation to a minimum. Sooner or later she would learn that I had disregarded these orders and I would probably incur her wrath. Unfortunately I would need her assistance sometime in the future with my dungeon guests, so I would have to do my best to reconcile with her.

For the past two months I have been featuring Thursday karaoke shows at my bar. The producer gave me a very attractive fee offer for the first month and the show exceeded my expectations in terms of profit for the bar. Because of this I decided to go for at least two more months. The clientele is mostly karaoke enthusiasts, who otherwise wouldn’t patronize my bar, and a number of them have become customers on non karaoke nights as well.

Shortly before the 9:00PM show time a new female customer arrived, she was alone and stood out immediately for the reason she was wearing a black cowboy hat. Syracuse isn’t Dallas and females in cowboy hats are a rarity. At about 5’7 and 115 pounds, blue eyes, long blond hair, 32-C boobs and no older than 25, she would have been quite noticeable even without the cowboy hat, matching eleven inch black boots, black slacks and the tight white ribbed sweater she was wearing. A looker indeed!

As the evening progressed I observed her closely and soon sized her up as a cock teaser, the type who gladly lets guys buy her drinks and then leaves abruptly, spurning all of them. She did not sing but was a prodigious dancer, either with the guy who bought her last drink, or in a group; had I been running a dance contest she would have easily won. The cowgirl consumed no food and was soon quite intoxicated.

The thought of bondage and forced sex with a hot cowgirl has always been one of my numerous prurient interests, but for some reason it never materialized. Tonight I was determined to make it happen and opted to use a tactic I rarely use: the spiked drink. In the privacy of my office I crushed one of my benzo tranquilizers, and mixed it into a glass containing the rum and coke she had been drinking all evening. Not surprisingly she accepted my offer of a free drink and I was certain that within an hour she would be semi-conscious and incapable of self locomotion.

About a half hour later I approached her and assumed the role of the benevolent bar owner, concerned about her welfare. I elicited from her that she was from Albany, staying alone at one of the motels at the Thruway exit, and planned to take a taxi at the end of the night. These were indeed fortitudinous circumstances; no one would miss her when she failed to return to the motel. Instead she would be safe at my Camillus home, safely restrained that is, and serving me sexually.

At the hour mark as I predicted she was on the verge of passing out. I approached and told her I would drive her personally in my van to the motel.  I doubt if she understood anything I said but I ordered my two waitresses, Patti and Kristen, to be ready to help walk her to the van. It was parked in a lot about a half block away, backing it into the narrow driveway behind the bar was a difficult maneuver but well worth the effort. It was to the dismay of more than one male patron when they saw the cowgirl led into the backroom, not to be seen again. Patti and Kristen would explain that I was taking her to her motel, fully aware of my intentions.

We were able to get her into the back of the van without much difficulty. My van is a cargo type with no side doors for the cargo area; this is furnished with carpeting and a loveseat. The cowgirl slumped on the carpeted floor asleep and I saw no reason to restrain her immediately. My estimate was she would start awakening just as I pulled into my driveway. I took the liberty of inspecting the contents of her purse and found no drugs or weapons. Her driver’s license identified her as Pam, 23 years old, and from suburban Albany. She carried her own supply of male condoms.

The trip to my home took about twenty minutes; I drive quite conservatively when transporting a sub under these circumstances. Immediately after pulling into my garage and closing the door, I heard movement indicating she was emerging from her unconscious state. As I was home alone it would be a challenge to move her from the van to the guest bedroom. I decided not to take any chances and cuffed her hands behind her, not that I really expected any resistance, if anything it would provide useful moving leverage.

My strength isn’t what it used to be but somehow I was able to sling her over the right shoulder of my six foot, one hundred eight pound frame. I carried cowgirl about half way to the bedroom before being forced to set her down and drag her the rest of the wThe cowboy hat fell off during the process but I had no plans for her to wear it the rest of the night.

As I sat her on the bed she began to comprehend that she was a damsel in some type of distress. She was still fully clothed as I recuffed her wrists to the headboard, leaving her lying on her back. “Did you drug me” were the first words she uttered. I assured her that it was only a short acting sedative, not the date rape type of drug. “How many guys are going to fuck me” she asked rather meekly.

It was time to set the cock teasing cowgirl straight. I explained that I was a dominatrix and she would be kept at my house until she sobered up. In the meantime the only sex she would experience was the lesbian type; this would include pleasuring me with her tongue both anally and vaginally, and she would be raped using a strap on. I prefer to be rather explicit in most cases in preparing subs for their session. She was also advised of the standard protocol of not speaking without permission and to address me as “Mistress”. To emphasis the importance of compliance, I attached a clamp to each nipple, and yanked hard on the chain. Predictably this resulted in a shriek but she refrained from further speech.

Undressing the cowgirl was the next order of business. I would have preferred to leave the boots on, but since she was wearing slacks I would have had to shred them with my shears. Considering that her attitude was acceptable I decided she would be undressed the hard way, which meant pulling the boots off. It took a fair amount of effort but they finally came off as did her slacks and underwear. All that remained was her sweater and bra so I removed the cuffs briefly to permit their removal. I then cuffed her hands to the headboard as she lie upon her back, the boots would remain off.

Interrogation of submissives has always been my forte, so I proceeded inquiring as to details of her life. She was a pharmacy school graduate and had applied for the graduate program of a local university; her interview had been in the afternoon. The cowgirl had no steady boyfriend, but plenty of sexual experience. Typically sex resulted from being picked up by some guy at a bar. Tonight she hadn’t been in the mood for sex, just music and dance, and usually she didn’t become as inebriated as she had.

While professing to have no lesbian experience, she didn’t seem overly terrified, knowing that it was imminent. Her bondage experience was limited to being duct taped to three other girls, by some guys at a party. She didn’t visit any bondage web sites and had no submissive curiosity.

When preparing to rape an unwilling, or shall we say reluctant, female it is important to prepare them psychologically, which is one purpose my interrogation serves. In this case I emphasized that she would be spending the night with me, but aside from lesbian sex and bondage no harm would come to her, I would drive her personally drive her to the motel in the morning. Just to add a little fear I suggested that if she were uncooperative, her confinement would be extended, and that I might make a video of the session for Internet posting. “I’ll do whatever you say, Mistress” was her reply.

Realistically I couldn’t afford to keep another unwilling sub indefinitely. Unlike Kelly, who was a nothing piece of white rural trash, the cowgirl’s disappearance would soon be noticed. An investigation would ensue, and I would be the logical suspect. The loyalty of my waitresses, Kristen and Patti, couldn’t be taken for granted; both would be prime witnesses as they assisted me in placing her in the van. The cowgirl would be released by 8:00AM and while her memories of me would not likely be fond ones, I was confident that she would not report the matter to the police. If she did my defense would be that the conduct was consensual.

To prepare the cowgirl for sex I placed a leather cuff on each ankle, and used rope to pull each leg back over her head and attach it a special ring mounted on each side of the head board. She was spread obscenely wide open with her both her holes easily accessible. I couldn’t help but notice her full mound of pussy hair. Years ago I would have personally shaved it bald, but in recent years I have been plagued by low level benign essential hand tremors and such shavings are delegated to my assistants.

I normally subject my subs to some form of humiliation before sex such as leashing and speech exercises, but that wasn’t a viable option due to her intoxication. However that doesn’t mean the sub shouldn’t experience some pain, so I repeated the nipple torture using the clamps and chain. Even in her intoxicated state her nipples were very sensitive to pain and I made certain she received a good dose of it.

To stifle her cries, and give her a taste of my scent, I produced a pair of soiled panties and stuffed them in place. A pair of soiled panties is always within reach and I emphasize the soiled state before inserting them. I like my ladies gagged when inflicting pain upon them, but they would have to be removed in order for her to perform oral sex. When the time came for the strap on penetrations, she would be gagged again.

After about five minutes of moderate to heavy nipple and cunt pain using various clamps, the panties were removed from her mouth. I assumed a squatting position above her head facing the headboard. She was instructed to begin tonguing my cunt and that the more vigorous her performance, the less time she would have to spend tonguing my asshole. I must give the wench credit, for never having engaged in lesbian sex her performance was commendable. Her tongue penetrations were deep and rhythmic.

As one who has had their cunt serviced orally many times by female subs, I have become somewhat desensitized to the orgasmic pleasure. The pleasure is more in knowing that the sub is being humiliated especially in a case like this. In this case I experienced that rare dose of orgasmic satisfaction in addition to that of her humiliation. My preference is to session subs when they are sober as they much more conscious of their pain and humiliation. They are also more likely to be defiant, which only adds to my pleasure as I break them.

I was so impressed with her oral vaginal performance that I made her continue for nearly fifteen minutes before repositioning myself for the anal phase. As a reward for her excellent performance I assured her that the duration of her anal mouth work would be for considerably less. However she exhibited a reluctance to perform as vigorously, her tongue penetrations were most superficial.

To prod her into improving performance I took time out to deliver four stinging crop lashes to her cunt which was ideally exposed, as her legs were spread wide above her head and attached to opposite sides of the headboard. When she resumed her mouth work the quality was significantly of a higher grade, but I did make her continue for ten minutes before withdrawing instead of five as I had first decided.

With the strap on session next I showed cowgirl the eight inch dildo I would be using before stepping out briefly to the kitchen for a shot of vodka. Rather incredulously she inquired as to whether or not taken to the dildo had been sanitized since its last use. Normally I would punish the sub severely for speaking without permission but in this case I acted in an uncharacteristically benevolent manner. I assured her that it had been cleaned and stated the precise type of solution used. Evidently this was sufficient for the pharmacist cowgirl and she politely thanked me for the information. I promptly strapped a ball gag into place to prevent any additional questions; the gag would not stifle the erotic moans that invariably result from strap on sex.

By the time I returned from the kitchen my interest in the strap on session was waning, despite the circumstances in this case were much to my liking- a customer had been snatched from my bar involuntarily and transported to my home for use. Still, I was somewhat tired and her oral work had been of much better quality than expected. So I decided to abbreviate the strap on portion and after putting on the contraption I wasted no time thrusting in and out of her cunt.

Her cunt was dripping wet even before the first penetration, and the erotic moans that followed would have been worthy of any quality porno movie. This wench most certainly brought pleasure to the numerous males, whom she deemed worthy of her sex. Normally I vary the thrusting from slow to fast for at least ten minutes but in this case I maintained a steady tempo for five minutes before withdrawing and switching to her asshole.

She had stated during the interview that her one anal sex episode with a male had been most unsatisfying, and this was consistent with her response to my thrusts. The intensity of her moans diminished markedly, and I sensed involuntary tightening of her muscles in a futile attempt to resist the intruder. She would have brought delight to a maledom, with the muscle tightening resulting in a most pleasurable sensation for the human cock; my only pleasure would be of knowing she abhorred the polyurethane intruder. I decided that ten minutes of anal work was sufficient and ceased my penetrations at that point.

The wench would spend another five hours confined in the bedroom until it was time to release her. I decided that a modified form of restraint was sufficient and I removed the ankle cuffs and attached ropes, allowing her to bring her legs down from the above the head position. One of my favorite overnight restraint modes is a padlocked leather neck collar, connected by a short chain to the bed frame. In this case it wasn’t advisable due to her intoxication; instead I secured a leather belt around her waist with a padlock and used a six foot chain to attach it to the bed frame. She would be able to stand up alongside the bed if she tried but would have very limited range of movement.

I was certain cowgirl would quickly fall asleep, and by the time she awakened would be receptive to my chicanery charm before being released. To make her confinement a little more comfortable, I turned on the XM country channel and piped it into the bed room over the master audio system. As I prepared for a few hours sleep in my own bedroom I flicked on the CCTV monitor, cowgirl was sound asleep, thus confirming my prediction.

Fortunately my cell phone rang before I fell asleep and caller ID indicated it was from Mother Jugs. My tone was irascible as I answered the phone, I don’t like being called at this hour except for extreme emergencies. Jugs was high, presumably on meth, and insisted that I view a webcam of slave Kelly. Rather than argue, I acquiesced and witnessed a rather enjoyable bit of late night rape.

Jugs is the leader of a lesbian biker gang, but has connections with a straight male biker gang, both gangs cooperate in some type of drug enterprise. Kelly was naked and bound with ropes in the basement dungeon of Jugs clubhouse, bent over a saw horse style bench spread eagle style, with her ass protruding so as to be accessible to sexual penetrations. On the other side her head was at the right height to permit oral sex.

The video quality of the webcam was poor but I had no difficulty observing three different biker’s take turns both ass and mouth fuck Kelly, rotating from one position to the other. Because the webcam was focused from behind, it deprived me of the joy of seeing her facial expressions. It appeared that her mouth was forced open by a dental type gag and that her head was being held by the biker and moved back and forth so that the cock could navigate her oral cavity. She was forced to swallow each wad. My former slave was wearing a non-descript blond wig, Jugs told me earlier that her scalp had been shaved shortly after her acquisition.

I’m hardly aroused by this type of forced sex after being in the business so long, but it was reassuring that Jugs hadn’t complained about Kelly; evidently her training was progressing satisfactorily. With that in mind I turned off the webcam and cell phone, and took another sleeping pill; confident I would soon be sound asleep on my bed.

END PART 72