Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OFLONG TALL MARY Part 80     by Long Tall Mary

Captain Gwen appeared dejected as I unlocked the cage and attached a leash to her collar. Before beginning the oral sex phase I decided to make her crawl on all fours about the dungeon, barking like a dog in the process, as a little added humiliation wouldn’t hurt her. Ordinarily I use my flogger on subs that don’t perform these exercises adequately but in this case I was concerned about pushing her beyond her limits. She had been subjected to a heavy dose of flogging previously, and her pain tolerance was noticeably on the low end. However she performed adequately on the leashing exercise.

I had set up a tripod in full view of Gwen so that it was apparent to her a video was being made. The video would be added to my library after a copy was shown to Tom, the enlisted man who had instigated the whole affair. He had initially insisted on being given a personal copy of the video, but I flatly refused. Sooner or later word of this would leak out and I would be facing some serious criminal charges. Tom would be limited to a single showing of the video and I emphasized the dire consequences should the affair ever be revealed to anyone.

The leashing exercises allowed Gwen to relieve the stress of having been locked in the cramped cage but they lasted less than ten minutes. It was time for the oral sex finale and for this I cuffed her wrists behind her back, ordering her to kneel in front of me as I sat on a couch. She would not have resisted even without the restraints but it has long been my preference that subs who serve me orally do so in this manner, or hands free.

To demonstrate for Gwen the consequences of a less than vigorous performance, I attached a clamp to each of her nipples and then yanked bank and forth on the connecting chain. Predictably she shrieked in pain as I sat smiling. The clamp would remain in place. She then began tonguing my pussy and I made her keep it up for nearly five minutes.  Being sixty years old my physiological responses to such stimulation isn’t what it once was, but that is offset by the gratification of knowing the bitterness and humiliation of the bitch on her knees.

After switching my position Gwen was ordered to continue her mouth work on my asshole. I fully expected her to be hesitant, which of course would justify inflicting pain upon her. To my dismay her performance was flawless and I allowed her to stop before the five minute mark.

Frankly by this time, I was eager to be rid of her, if for no other reason that my contempt for Lorraine was impairing my ability to concentrate on Gwen. Her release from confinement was somewhat more problematic than her initial abduction. So far she had either been blindfolded or everyone involved in the affair had their face covered, thus preventing her from identifying anyone.

For the return trip I had specially rented a sedan, in the event she should catch a glimpse of the vehicle after she was let out. I carefully explained to her that she would be blindfolded with a special pair of opaque eyeglasses, but not restrained for the return trip and would be let out within walking distance of her home. Speaking during the trip or prematurely removing the blindfold would result in her being chloroformed again and returned for indefinite confinement. Of course I didn’t volunteer that I had no chloroform.

Gwen was seated in the front passenger seat with Noreen sitting directly behind her, and myself at the wheel. It was still dark out, traffic was light and with a mild tint to the windows there was minimal chance that anyone in a passing vehicle would be aware of her plight. Since I had shredded the clothes Gwen had been wearing when abducted, I provided her with a cheap pair of jeans and a sweatshirt for her release.

The trip back to Mattydale went smoothly and Gwen was let out of the car less than a quarter mile from her apartment. I’m confident she wouldn’t be able to recognize either the vehicles or the persons involved in her abduction. I returned back to Camillus, saying very little to Noreen during the trip, as my mind was still focused on Lorraine.

Ultimately I decided against retaliation against Lorraine, but our relationship has been severed and we no longer speak to each other. April was able to overcome the trauma of being group raped and continued to be productive as my house slave. She no longer demands a vehicle and accepts the stringent dress code that I have imposed on her.

As of this writing I am attempting to reconcile past differences with the local bondage group. Years earlier I had conducted introductory bondage demonstrations at an East Syracuse bar; this morphed into a permanent bondage club being formed. My penchant for extreme sadism was incompatible with the norms of the group and I severed my ties to it. To paraphrase a well known quote by Groucho Marx, “I would not belong to any club that would have people like me as a member”, and this exemplifies the realities of my personality.

As 2009 began I once again found myself facing another battle with the State Liquor Authority over my downtown bar. I was stunned to receive a notice that I either accept a ten day license suspension or face a hearing. The alleged misconduct was that an intoxicated female had stripped naked and was dancing on top of the bar, this on a night when I was not present.

Since this was the first I knew of this allegation I promptly confronted Patti, my bar manager, demanding an explanation. Patti immediately began begging for mercy, knowing full well that she would be punished severely if she in any way facilitated this matter and why she had not seen fit to notify me immediately after the incident.

It turned out that the female involved was a paralegal at a downtown law firm and had never patronized my establishment previously. Prior to her bar dance Patti had cut her off from being served and was attempting to persuade someone in her accompanying group to remove her from the premises. Unfortunately the bitch stripped and began her dance act before this could be done. As Patti was about to call the police, the friends of the bitch were successful in removing her. Since Patti did not expect the SLA to become aware of the matter, she did not mention it to me for fear that I would be upset.

Upset me it did indeed! Some customer had filed a written complaint with the SLA. The outcome was the same as with previous incidents; after paying a sizeable fee to my lawyer I received a reprimand with no fine or license suspension. Uncharacteristically I forgave Patti, she is an excellent bar manager and I simply decided not to subject her to a punitive bondage session, as I have routinely done in the past for employee transgressions.

But Mary Cusimano always gets even with those who have incurred my ill will. One night at the bar Patti pointed out a female who had just arrived as being the inebriated bar dancer, and suggesting she be refused service. I decided now was the time for revenge.

The bitch was dressed rather fashionably in a blazer, blouse and skirt; she had probably just finished work. About forty years old she hardly had the attributes to be a stripper and impressed me as being the typical arrogant law office type. Luckily she sat at the bar on a stool and what I needed next was some reason for her to leave the seat temporarily. Chicanery is an area in which I excel, so I informed her that being a new customer I was giving her three selections for free, on the juke box; this of course necessitated leaving the seat temporarily.

I always keep a tube of super glue on hand and even though it meant refurbishing a bar stool, I applied a quantity of the nearly colorless glue to the seat while she was engaged with the juke box. Patti knew what I was up to and was beaming with joy. The dancer returned, sat down on the stool, and took about ten minutes downing one drink before deciding to leave.

At this point she became cognizant of her embarrassing situation in that she was unable to get off the stool. I immediately offered my assistance and instructed Patti to hold the stool while I attempted to pry her free. Needless to say this left a gaping hole in her skirt that was impossible to conceal. As I feigned an apology the bitch stormed out of the bar, never to return. Several customers burst into laughter; at least one of them had been present on the night of her “bar dance” and chuckled over my ability to wreak revenge.

In the past I have used the glue routine on one or two customers, but the fact that I was not more forceful in my revenge can only be attributed to mellowing with age. Ten years ago I would have dragged the bitch into the mens room and handcuffed her to the urinal.

The New Year has brought additional good fortune. Yolanda, the black dominatrix, is serving a year at Jamesville on a drug charge. TJ, the pimp, was thus in need of a new enforcer to keep his hookers in line and surprisingly offered me the position. After a lengthy discussion with him I accepted the offer.

TJ’s prostitution racket has two components. One is a house in the south part of the City of Syracuse, which serves the street pick up john. The hookers may pick up their john at a bar or on the street; then proceed to the house for sex. It is all conventional sex, either a straight fuck or a blow job, with no kinky stuff permitted. Eight hookers, all black, work out of this house and the presence of thuggish looking security guards deters any mischief the johns might contemplate.

The second component is a call girl operation which employs ten “escorts”, eight whites, one Asian, and one black. There is no interchangeability of hookers between the two components. The escorts procure their customers primarily through an answering service and typically have their sex in a motel. Security is not readily available to the escorts, there fore they must exercise caution in their dealings. TJ considers himself quite adept at selecting his escorts; they are a cut above the street level hookers, at least in his mind.

TJ has strict rules for his employees to follow but experience has shown that hookers ineviteably violate such rules. One basic rule is that the hookers are not permitted to use or sell drugs while on duty. With the vast majority being dependent upon one drug or another. TJ has close associations with local drug dealers making for easy availability of drugs to the women, but no transactions are permitted upon his premises.

TJs reasoning reflects the pragmatic realities of the prostitution business in that he fully expects to be busted at some point in his career. With the penalties for prostitution being much less lenient than for drug offenses, the prohibition on employees dealing in drugs in the workplace makes good legal sense.

Another common type of employee misconduct is stealing customers. The hooker induces the john to contract with her personally for future services thus resulting in financial loss to the house. TJ is most diligent in enforcing this rule and has conducted several stings to detect such miscreancy.

When Yolanda was his enforcer, the mere threat of being sent to her for discipline was sufficient to deter employee misconduct. I assured TJ that my discipline would be no less sadistic that Yolanda’s; he was familiar with my reputation for such sadism, even though most of his employees were not. All sessions would be conducted at my home dungeon and would be at least twenty four hours in duration, with TJ being responsible for transporting the errant hooker to and from.

Fortunately the twenty four stays would not require my constant presence at home. April would be responsible for monitoring my dungeon during my absence. She would be forbidden to speak or interact with the subs, who would be locked in a cage or holding cell. Escape was not a concern; April’s primary function would to be assure that appropriate action would be taken in the event of some unforeseen emergency.

Less than two weeks after entering into my business arrangement with TJ, I received my first assignment. TJ had used one of Kelly’s escort clients in a sting; the client called Kelly and asked if he could see her privately. Kelly readily agreed and was promptly confronted by TJ. She had the choice of submitting to a twenty hour disciplinary session with me or facing termination of her escort employment. Being a single mother and a drug addict with meager financial resources , Kelly readily agreed to the former. She was scheduled to arrive at my home at 9:00AM on a Wednesday.

END PART 80

Fortunately the twenty four stays would not require my constant presence at home. April would be responsible for monitoring my dungeon during my absence. She was forbidden to speak or interact with the subs, who would be locked in a cage or holding cell. Escape was not a concern, April’s primary function would to be assure that appropriate action would be taken in the event of some unforeseen emergency.