Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 74     by Long Tall Mary

I recently celebrated my 57th birthday, with my dominatrix career spanning a total of seventeen years. My age has become a topic of derision amongst some of my detractors, and as you might expect I am very sensitive to it. The Syracuse area has no more than twelve active dominatrix and most are under age thirty.

The market for submissive clientele has diminished in recent years, although it is arguably difficult to quantify to what extent and for what reason. In my opinion, with one or two exceptions, the local dominatrix should be sued for offering an adulterated product. The customer, be it a male of female, simply isn’t getting their moneys worth in most cases.

I have been quite outspoken on this viewpoint and predictably it hasn’t endeared me to the local practitioners. However none will challenge me to my face because of my reputation for volatile temper and bizarre behavior. To cite one example, a twenty something dominatrix referred to me as a “geriatric has been” while patronizing my bar. Since only a handful of other patrons were in the bar at the time, I dragged the snooty bitch that made the remark into my private office.

Despite a spirited struggle on her part I was able to hog tie her with rope, insert a pair of my soiled panties into her mouth, seal it with duct tape and leave her to writhe on the floor for nearly an hour before freeing her. Word of her humiliation spread quickly and the last I knew she had relocated to Philadelphia. At least the State Liquor Authority didn’t find out about the incident.

When I state there are only one or two competent local dominatrix, the one foremost in my mind is Noreen. She is currently fifty years old and under my tutelage has established herself as the premiere area dominatrix, myself not withstanding. Her plastic surgeon has made a good dollar off her in recent years, performing every procedure from botox to breast enhancement, with the result being she appears much younger than fifty. Noreen still lives in Cortland County and commutes to my dungeon, having decided against opening a dungeon at her home.

In an epoch change for Noreen, she has altered her long standing disdain for lesbian sex and now trains both males and females. The change was purely a business one and her visceral attraction is for dominating maIes. She has developed a superior ability to inflict maximal pain, particularly in the area of CBT, while avoiding permanent injury. Equally superior is her ability to dehumanize subs, by various forms of verbal degradation, coupled with demeaning postures, cross dressing and the like. While I don’t permit water sports, I am certain Noreen would do so if permitted.

This is not to say I have not had my falling outs with Noreen. In my career as a managing dominatrix and bar owner I have subjected most of my employees to forced bondage discipline for some transgression at one time or another, and Noreen would prove to be no exception. Recently without my knowledge, she sessioned a fifteen year old female for discipline at my dungeon; this was requested by her mother. To make matters worst the female was transported to the dungeon, tied up in the rear of a van, by her mother and aunt. It was absolutely a non consensual affair.

I was out of town at the time of the incident and learned about it shortly after returning. Noreen is well aware that I don’t permit minors in the dungeon, and that any non consensual sessions have to be approved personally by me. I was furious and when I confronted Noreen, she tried to weasel her way out of it by claiming she believed the female was eighteen. In the heat of the ensuing argument Noreen made a cardinal mistake; referring to me as “bitch”.

I’m not going to recount stories of how I have dealt with persons who directed that epithet at me in the past. In Noreen’s case she is in good physical condition and overpowering her was a challenge, so I opted to catch her by surprise and deliver a shock from my Raptor stun gun, incapacitating her long enough for me to use steel cuffs to cuff her hands behind her. As we were upstairs in the kitchen it was necessary to force her downstairs to the dungeon. This was accomplished by placing a leather hood over her head. Handcuffed and blinded, she had no choice but to allow me to guide her down the stairway.        

Once in the dungeon I connected her handcuffs to a ceiling cable and winched it upwards, forcing her into a painful position. Since she was wearing a latex skit and top, I was able to remove them without using my shears. I removed her hood and purposely did not gag her, for she would be doing some enunciation training.

For the next ten minutes or so I delivered one of my most savage floggings ever to her buttocks, stomach and back, leaving numerous red welts. After each lash she was required to sound off “I’m sorry mistress for calling you a bitch, please fore give me”, and by the time I finished her voice was becoming hoarse. Satisfied that she had suffered enough from the lashings, I rearranged the cuffs so that they were in front of her before winching them overhead. A pair of my soiled panties completed her bondage and she agonized in that position for nearly two hours.

Noreen spent the rest of the night in my holding cell, and it turned out that she had arranged a private session with a female submissive at the sub’s home, not making me aware of it before hand as stipulated at the onset of our business relationship. This would deprive me of income from the use of my dungeon, unless of course Noreen volunteered to do so. She had no intention of doing so until she learned of her overnight confinement, and I denied her request.

Some ill feeling between us was generated by this incident, but within three days we were back on speaking terms. Noreen realizes that the use of my dungeon is at a cost far below the market rate of renting one somewhere else. Given that factor, and the power I have to refer clientele to other dominatrix, she had no realistic choice but to reconcile with me. It never hurts for a dominatrix to get a taste of forced submission and in this case I assured her that the matter was private, no one else would learn of it.

Employee discipline was soon to be necessary in another case involving one of my newer bar waitresses, Amy. She is a gorgeous 22 year old, 5’11”, leggy blonde, and I have to concede that when I hired her, I knew it would be difficult to resist having bondage sex with her. I had no particular reason to believe she was inclined to bondage, or that she was submissive, but every so often I encounter a female that I know is destined for intimacy with me.

Amy has a vivacious personality and is well liked by the customers. She does come on as a cock teaser to many males, but has been able to resist the inevitable advances by customers. One of her negative traits is that she is sensitive to criticism and on occasion will lash out at the critic. It is well understood by my employees that any abusive or complaining customers will be reported to me and I will deal with them, or in my absence Patti, my manager, will do so.

On one particular occasion a middle aged male customer complained about the quality of the steak he had ordered. I was within earshot and before I could respond to the complaint, Amy told the customer words to the effect that if he didn’t like the food, to go somewhere else. I was aghast at her attitude and quickly intervened. In this case I was forced to apologize to the couple for Amy’s conduct and to provide their beverages gratuitously; in addition I waited on the couple personally, which I seldom do.

At the end of the night I called Amy into my private office and issued her an ultimatum. The next morning at 10:00 she would report to my Camillus residence and that we would have a frank discussion of her future as one of my employees. She tried to talk me out of it, but I held firm.

One factor that enables me to exercise such control over my employees is the generous wage and benefit package I offer them. If there were a list of the ten top small businesses for employees in the Syracuse area, my establishment would be included. This policy has assured me of selectivity in hiring and induces the employee to make sacrifices that might not otherwise make. Every one of my employees is aware of my bondage proclivities, and it would be naïve for Amy to think that the visit would not involve some form of sexual contact.

When I hire a female employee I make an intuitive judgment as to whether she might be a bondage enthusiast. Frankly I prefer those not so inclined, as it so much more satisfying to force something distasteful on that person. In Amy’s case I had an unusual sexual attraction towards her, with no reason to suspect she was either into bondage, a lesbian, or a submissive.

At 10:15 the next morning Amy arrived at my home clad in a pink hooded sweatshirt and black spandex tights. These were two poor actions on her part; first I demand punctuality, and second I expect a sub who presents herself to a dominatrix to be attired more formally. Amy had an aerobics class scheduled for 12:00 noon, but would soon learn she would be absent from it today.

Amy had an air about her that suggested she was annoyed at the inconvenience of traveling to my home and that her stay would be brief. She seemed genuinely stunned when after we entered the living room, I ordered her to remove all her clothes; her response being “You said you wanted to discuss my future, I am not into stripping or having sex with other women”.

“You are well aware that from time to time I engage in sexual activity with my female employees and in this case it is punishment for your boorish behavior last night. If you choose not to undress I will forcibly do it for you” I decreed calmly, sitting on the couch with my legs crossed as she sat in a chair a few feet away.

I really wasn’t looking forward to a struggle with Amy; if necessary I would stun her with my Raptor but first decided a little more persuasion was in order. Amy had recently broke up with a guy named Dan, and had not been shy about letting people know that it was because of his fixation with oral and anal sex. Therefore she reacted with shock when I recited Dan’s cell phone number and suggested that since he lived only about ten minutes away, he would be most eager to come to my home for a threesome sexual session. I also brought to her attention that her escape from inside was impossible because of my electronic locking system, which enables me to lock and unlock the doors from inside, as well as out.

As I stepped towards Amy, she abandoned her resistance. “All right I’ll undress but I am not doing this willingly”, she announced before removing her sweat jacket, running shoes and tights. This left her attired in a black sports bra and panties; she made no attempt to remove them and evidently assumed that semi-nudity would be acceptable to me. After commanding her to strip to full nudity, she hesitated briefly before complying, but not without a sigh and look of disgust.

In a case where a sub is likely to struggle, I put them in steel handcuffs first before leading them to the dungeon where they are put in rope or leather restraints. I decided to take a chance that Amy wouldn’t resist and to do the rope work on her upstairs. You should have seen the look on her face when I produced several lengths of blue rope, which had been underneath the couch. Judging from her reactions so far, it appeared she had seriously misconstrued my intentions for her visit.

In this case I had the luxury of tying her without any resistance. Her sturdy 36-C breasts were ideal for roping and in a few minutes I completed my rope work. I used a harness arrangement which tightly encircled her breasts and tied her wrists together in the rear, forcing them up to the small of the back. It was quite an uncomfortable arrangement, that of course is what I intended, and with her arms forced upwards it left her buttocks easily accessible.

Next I delivered my standard orders on dungeon protocol; she would address me as “Mistress”, and not speak without permission. Using a riding crop I delivered two stinging lashes, one to her left boob and another to her crotch, to demonstrate the consequences of non compliance. Standing back to admire my superb rope work I quipped “Maybe I should give Dan a call, he would enjoy this”. “Please Mistress don’t call him, I’ll do whatever you say” was her reflexive response. Rather than flog her for breaking the speech rule, I used it as a pretense to insert a penis gag into her mouth and strap it tightly into place.

Amy was led to the basement for her first look at my dungeon. It can be quite intimidating to someone without bondage experience, and I made a point of emphasizing that subs confined overnight, are locked either in the holding cell or a cage. Amy was informed that she was being punished for her waitress behavior and that she would be subjected to some corporal punishment, in the form of caning. She would then be left in an uncomfortable bound position for a “few hours”, but the exact length of her stay would be determined by her overall attitude.

I made known that sexual tribute is expected periodically from all my female employees, and that she would be no exception. If she refused it would result in forced sex and I reiterated my threat to invite Dan to the dungeon. After the session I would wipe the slate clean, so to say, and she would be in good standing as an employee, with no loss of pay or other penalties.

Proceeding to the first phase, I used leather cuffs to secure her ankles to the legs of a table and spread uncomfortably wide. After removing her gag, she was told the exact number of rattan strokes administered was dependent upon the intensity of her vocal responses. After each stroke she would sound off with “Thank you mistress for making me see the error of my ways”.

Her performance on the enunciation was adequate, but not exceptional, and eight strokes were administered; this being a little on the low side. While I certainly didn’t feel sorry for her, it was evident she had a low threshold of pain and I’ve found it best not to push a sub to their limit, on the first visit. Red welts would be visible on her buttocks for several days and of course significant residual pain could be expected.

Next on the agenda was forcing oral sex upon her, but I decided to take a few minutes to ease her fears. As you might expect I’m skilled at this type of chicanery from years of experience. Leaving her ropes intact, I released her ankle restraints and sat her down next to me on the basement couch. I explained that she would be expected to use her mouth to pleasure my cunt, and that if her performance was adequate she would be spared being required to perform any type of anal sex.

I can’t say that she appeared overjoyed by hearing this, so I decided to engage in some gentle fondling of her breasts and cunt, as well as some mouth to mouth kissing. She was not showing any signs of arousal, and I concluded that lesbian sex had no appeal for her. What did perturb me was her resistance to my kissing, and finally I had to order her to be more forceful, otherwise she could expect to be treated even more harshly. She finally abandoned her resistance, but I had to be the aggressor, ordering her to do so would have required inflicting more pain than I was prepared to do.

After about ten minutes of kissing and fondling it was time for her to be the aggressor, by pleasuring my pussy with her mouth. Since I don’t like to miss the Jerry Springer show I put a leather collar on her and led her upstairs to the living room on a leash. As I sat on the couch she was made to kneel on the carpet facing me. To make for easier access by her mouth, I pulled forward on the leash from her collar, securing it to a belt around my waist, and forcing her head to remain in place between my legs. This assured adequate humiliation and discomfort for Amy as she still was tied in a harness arrangement, with her breasts tightly encircled and her hands drawn behind her, halfway up her back.

Amy’s oral performance was poor and required repeated prodding, as I attempted to enjoy three obese sisters engaged in a family feud on the Springer show. I also fielded a cell call from Noreen, who chuckled at the sounds of Amy desperately trying to please me, as well as my rather vivid description of the session. For spite I kept Amy bound and kneeling, with her face chained to my crotch, for forty minutes, and not allowing her any respite from burrowing her tongue into my pussy.

Given sufficient time I could break Amy’s stubborn resistance to lesbian sex, but my benevolent nature prevails. Amy had drug problems in high school and dropped out. After a year of serving as a live in slut to a low level drug dealer, she overcame her drug problem, returned to and graduated from high school. She was currently struggling to make a go of it by living alone, and aspired to go to nursing school.

I don’t want to be responsible for destroying someone emotionally; however my nature is such that my female employees are expected to serve me sexually from time to time. When the employee is a leggy, attractive blond she is even more tempting.  I underestimated the degree of persuasion that would be required in Amy’s case, but was confident she would be won over in due time.

After releasing Amy from my crotch I led her into the computer room, where she was hogtied and gagged on the floor. I made her remain so for about an hour as I went about doing some computer work. She attempted to protest through her gag, but I wasn’t about to be distracted from my work and a well placed crop lash to her exposed cunt kept her quiet. Every time I looked at her she would plead with her eyes to be released, I would just smile and return to my work.

Finally I freed Amy from her restraints and permitted her to shower and get dressed. We then sat on the couch together for about twenty minutes discussing the session. Despite my best efforts to bolster her spirits, she was clearly distraught. As she was scheduled to work later in the afternoon, I generously gave her the day off with pay. Another waitress would be called in on her day off, which meant I was loosing money on this session.

Amy continued work at my establishment for another two months and gave no evidence of harboring any ill feeling towards me. After being accepted for nursing school, she resigned to pursue her studies full time and reportedly is doing well. Amy still visits the bar occasionally as a customer and drinks for free, being the cock teaser she is some guy is always buying for her, the remainder are on the house.

END PART 74