THE NEW DOMINATRIX IN TOWN by Long Tall Mary

At sixty two years old, and with more than thirty years in the business, I have seen competing dominatrix come and go. Overall my relations with competitors can be characterized as hostile. A sense of superiority is deeply ingrained in my personality, and I routinely disparage the competition, especially when winning a new client account is at stake.

Recently a new dominatrix began business in the area. Joy, forty nine years old, was a brunette BBW at 5’3 and one hundred eighty pounds, with a penchant for open neck sweaters and ankle length skirts. Her most prominent attribute was a set of 40DDD breasts.

Joy boasted of being a Los Angeles native, who left a prospering career there to take up roots in Central New York; her Appalachian accent led me to suspect otherwise. She quickly began disparaging several of her competitors including of course myself. Amongst her claims were that I was a seventy year old drug dealer,whose phone was tapped by federal authorities, and that I was overly sadistic with my clients.

The later claim I did not dispute, but the drug dealer claim was a complete fabrication. I immediately vowed revenge and decided that inviting Joy for a visit to my house was in order. Upon arrival she would be overpowered, confined in the dungeon, then experience the wrath of a very mean spirited and sadistic dominatrix. With luck she would be so humiliated, that she would choose to leave the area.

Before extending the invitation I decided to do a background check on her. Fortunately I am on good terms with a local Private Investigator, who agreed to do the work for free. To say the least, I was pleasantly astounded by the results.

“Joy” was in reality Ann Jones, a fugitive on a drug charge in West Virginia, who evidently fearing prison time went on the lam. Her picture even appeared on the web site of a local sheriff; whether or not she ever resided in California could not be determined. I was now completely confident that after subjecting her to a few hours of brutal discipline, she would quickly leave town.

“Joy” naively agreed to meet at my house at 9:00 on a Thursday evening, she was quite condescending in her attitude, and it took a bit of persuasion for her to agree to meet at my house, rather than somewhere else.

Lately I have been plagued by hand tremors and it was with reluctance that I enlisted the aid of two of my associates, Bill and Jeff. They are two homosexual n’er do wells, and are active in the local gay bondage scene. Their purpose would be to assist in subduing the bitch, and implementing a tentative scheme I had hatched, to expose her to some public humiliation.

In order to induce Bill to assist, it was necessary to make a concession. Bill stated he had a male “guest” whom he wanted to bring along. Without asking I knew that meant someone would be held against their will. I’m not fond of such situations but agreed to his request, with the understanding that precautions be taken to assure the visitor could not identify where he was being held, or myself.

About 8:00 on Thursday evening a red pickup truck pulled into my driveway. Bill and Jeff exited the cab and proceeded to the bed of the truck, where a large tool box was mounted. The top was opened and a hapless male was pulled out. Fully clothed, he was blindfolded and gagged with duct tape, with his wrists and elbows bound behind him.

The captive was walked into the cellar landing, where the tape covering his eyes was removed. As I watched over the CCTV he was taken to section A of the basement, the dungeon being divided into two partitioned halves, where his bindings were removed. He was stripped of the jeans and sweatshirt being worn, then his arms and head were locked into a wooden pillory, he was now forced to stand uncomfortably.

“Worm”,as he would be referred to, appeared to be no older than 21. He was left unattended for the time being, and his captors’ came upstairs to chat with me. “The Worm ripped off five hundred dollars’ worth of coke from Max, we got the stuff back but now we’re going to torture and fuck the homophobe, after that we’re going to dress him up as a woman and drop him off where he’ll be seen in public”, Bill announced,

The two then shared a joint together and returned to the basement. I accompanied them, at which time Worm was blindfolded, enabling me to observe his torture from a frontal position without him being able to identify me.

Using one of my rattans Bill delivered twelve strokes to Worm’s buttocks, requiring him to count off each stroke. Worm evidently was too proud to scream in pain, but he was most likely on the verge of passing out when his caning ceased.

Next in order was forced oral sex, and for this Bill seated himself on a stool in front of the pillory, at such level that his cock was accessible by Worm.  A Whitehead style gag was inserted into his mouth which prevented any biting down. Jeff was told to stand behind the pillory and deliver more strokes with the rattan should Worm fail to perform sufficiently.

For the next ten minutes Worm desperately attempted to satisfy Bill, twice Jeff was ordered to deliver additional strokes to the buttocks. I suspect this was just for spite as it was apparent to me that his efforts were to the best of his ability. The mouth work ended when Bill expelled his load of ejaculate into Worm’s mouth, with the retainer gag forcing him to swallow it.

Worm was left locked in the pillory, where he would remain until after the arrival of Joy. The three of us returned upstairs where we chatted, with Jeff and Bill sharing another joint. Worm was monitored over the CCTV and periodically Bill would make some insulting remark over the audio.

The bitch arrived as scheduled, clad in a low cut sweater and ankle length black skirt. I wasted no time in getting down to business; as soon as she entered the kitchen she was pepper sprayed. “What the fuck are you doing to me”, she yelled in disbelief. Without answering her question, Jeff and Bill made their appearance at this time. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her and Bill placed a chain leash around her neck, tightening it so as to serve as a choker.

“Welcome to my home Ann you will now learn what happens to people who bad mouth me”, I announced. She was caught by surprise and did not question the fact that I knew her identity, instead denying having made any derogatory remarks. “I think I’ve heard enough from you, I wore these yesterday and saved them just for you”, I replied and  at this point my soiled panties were stuffed into her mouth, and sealed with two strips of blue duct tape that I had prepared in advance.

Not yet recovered from the pepper spray, Bill and Jeff forced her to walk down the basement stairs. Her wrist cuffs were promptly attached to the overhead connector and it was winched upwards, forcing her to stand on the toes of her four inch fashion heels.

“Oh my I forgot to take her clothes off”, I chuckled. Using my heavy duty scissors her skirt, sweater and underwear were shredded. I always keep a wardrobe of plus sized female clothes, primarily for my male submissives, so there would be no problem when it came time for her to leave.

It was most gratifying to see her uncomfortably gagged, especially her futile attempts to expel the soiled panties from her mouth,in addition to enabling me to speak without interruption. I then announced my intentions; it was made clear that I was aware of her fugitive status but wasn’t particularly interested in seeing her caught, unless of course she failed to leave town.

Her regimen would consist of being flogged and assorted other tortures, before being taken to a bar where she would be put on display. If all went well she would be released after spending the night with me. As a precaution against one of her friends finding her at my house, Jeff would drive her car to a strip mall about two miles away.

The prospect of torturing her tits was overwhelming, but I first administered a full body whipping using one of my floggers.  She received about fifty lashes over her entire body; these were stopped only when it became apparent she might pass out. Red marks would persist on her body for some time.

Cable ties were then used to rope each of her boobs, followed by a set of nipple clamps. These were put to good use as I yanked on the connecting chain several times, causing her to scream in pain. She was made to apologize by repeating the phrase “I regret the error of my ways Mistress” several times.

Joy would remain standing and attached to the overhead until it was time to transport her for a public appearance. The tape and panty gag was removed and replaced with a more modest ball gag, but she was warned against trying to dislodge it. For further discomfort she was fitted with a steel collar, which was padlocked into place.

At this time Bill and Jeff began preparing Worm for his public appearance. Using female attire from my wardrobe, he was fitted with cheap stockings, a garter belt, and panties. Bill applied a blond wig to his head, using glue to secure it, and assuring that removing it would cause some of his natural hair to be torn out.

Jeff was assigned the task of applying makeup and lipstick, which was done while Worm was still locked in the pillory, however he was released from the head stock portion allowing him to partially stand up.  When Bill, the dominant of the sadistic duo, was satisfied with the quality of the facial feminizing, his arms were removed from the pillory and he was forced to wear a tawdry black house dress, complimented by a fake bra. This was complimented by a pair of four inch red stilettos.

Worm was then put in handcuffs and led to the pickup truck,where he was forced to sit on the floor of the front passenger side, the truck then drove off with Bill driving. Bill had yet to reveal exactly what he had planned for Worm, but would surely do so upon his return.

During their absence I left Joy to suffer in predicament bondage and for further humiliation I took several still photos of her, promising to post them on a web site, if I felt she failed to show adequate remorse for her behavior. Deciding that a little bit of erotic torment was in order, a six inch vibrating dildo was inserted in her cunt. Using rope I fashioned a tight crotch tie which would keep the intruder in place, but not before setting it to vibrate at a slow speed. Her ball gag was put back in place.

A call was received from one of my nieces, she was having behavioral problems with her seventeen year old daughter, and asked if I would be willing to provide  bondage discipline.

Dealing with errant teen age females has always been a sensitive area for me. My absolute age limit has been sixteen, for seventeen year olds it has been discretionary. In my opinion the niece in question was lacking in emotional stability, which creates a risky situation both for the mother and the dominatrix.

Without saying just that, I suggested that her daughter be given additional time to improve her behavior. I was evasive as to whether or not I would provide the discipline, but suggested in such cases it might be best to find someone outside the family. In such case I would provide a referral. My niece was satisfied with my response and we chatted briefly about her own sex life, which is decidedly conventional.

Bill and Jeff, minus the Worm, returned after about ninety minutes. Bill was ebullient as he described what had been done to Worm. “I gave Jeff a treat, all the way to the gay bar Worm was made to suck his cock. We took him into the bar and handcuffed him to the urinal in the restroom, then left the key with the bartender. I just talked to the bartender by phone and he said Worm was still cuffed and that an unusually high number of customers were going in and out”.

Now it was time to prepare Joy for her public appearance, which would be at a lesbian bar. I had been banned from this bar by the manager, but fortunately she was on vacation and I expected no difficulty with the acting manager.

Joy was taken down from the overhead and made to dress in a grossly undersized vinyl mini with matching bikini. These were complimented by a pair of thigh high stockings and she was allowed to put on her four inch fashion heels. She was then put in shackles, led to my van parked outside, and placed in the cargo hold. I sat next to her on a loveseat as Bill served as driver. Jeff would drive Joy’s car to a distant parking lot and we would pick him up en route to the bar.

To increase Joy’s anguish her vibrator and tight crotch tie were left in place, although by now the batteries had expired. In addition she was blindfolded; this too was for spite, as it didn’t matter if she was aware of our destination.

Upon arrival at the bar her blindfold was removed and she was led, handcuffed and leashed, inside through the front door, Jeff and Bill would remain outside. The acting manager immediately gave me a scornful look, but knew better than to attempt to interfere, about three months ago I had slapped her across the face following a verbal dispute, this resulted in my being banned.

The twenty or so patrons immediately took notice as Joy was led onto the vacant stage. She had already been instructed as to the script to be recited, with the entire act taking no longer than ten minutes. None of the patrons were recognizable as clients of mine, but at least four were members of a local bondage group.

“Ladies this is Mistress Joy who claims to be a dominatrix and who made the mistake of making slanderous statements against me. She has seen the error of her ways and will now publicly apologize”, I announced.

Joy was shackled in handcuffs and leg irons, attached to a waist chain, much like prisoners wear in transport. It was only fitting, as she was a fugitive, I had considered dressing her in an orange jump suit, but opted for the more revealing mini skirt and bikini.

She began her recital, “I am a useless slut and a phony dominatrix and deserve to be treated like a dog. I regret the false statements I made about Mistress and have seen the error of my ways and seek forgiveness from Mistress Mary”.

“Very good, now I want you to do your doggy act, now fetch the bone”, I commanded. At this point I took a six inch rawhide bone and tossed it to the rear of the stage. As I held the leash Joy was led about the stage several times and made to bark continuously.Then using only her mouth, she was made to kneel and put the bone in her mouth.

Knowing full well the consequences of dropping the bone, Joy struggled to keep it in place as she was led back to the front of the stage. She was made to face the audience, holding the bone in place for about two minutes before she was allowed to drop it.

“That’s a good doggie, now I want you to bark loud enough for everyone in the audience to hear you”, I commanded. She was made to bark for nearly two minutes, with her performance eliciting only a tepid reaction from the crowd. I really wasn’t concerned as the performance was not for their entertainment, but rather to humiliate Joy.

As we were departing the assistant manager, evidently emboldened by my departure, called out “Don’t come here again or I’ll call the cops”. “Fuck you bitch”, I countered. The next time I visit I’ll put you up on stage and make you perform”. At this point the crowd showed their first positive reaction with a round of laughter.

Joy was then ordered to thank the crowd for their patronage and to announce she was available for hire as a dominatrix. This of course wasn’t true but a bit of hospitality wouldn’t hurt. I couldn’t resist shouting one final epithet to the assistant manager, that being she was welcome to receive a free bondage session at my dungeon. The crowd seemed to find my comments towards the assistant manager, more entertaining than Joy’s performance.

Joy was led outside and placed in the rear of the van, with Bill in the driver’s seat and Jeff beside him. While I sat on the love seat she was ordered to kneel on the floor and begin the demeaning task of using her tongue to pleasure my pussy. She would do this for the entire duration of the trip to my house, with a warning that if theperformance was insufficient, she would receive a painful strap on ass fucking upon return.

To make it easier for Joy, I took the collar leash and looped it underneath my love seat pillow, then attaching it to a wall post. Her head was now tightly sealed against my crotch and there was no way she could extricate herself from this arrangement. As she burrowed away with her tongue, I made a call on my cell to Patti, my bar manager, and casually discussed some business as the van drove on.

By the time we arrived home Joy was showing signs of exhaustion from the physical effort required to provide hands free cunnilingus.  After complimenting her for the performance, she was taken to the basement and locked in the holding cell. I left her shackled for the time being, before going upstairs for a few minutes chat with Bill and Jeff.

Both departed within ten minutes and setting the stage for the next phase of Joy’s training. What could be more demeaning than to force a female dominant to be submissive to a male dominant?That male happened to be Patrick, the PI who had run the background check on Joy at no charge. I had contacted him earlier and he was quite receptive to my offer.

Patrick, age fifty one, is a rotund and garrulous type, who has engaged in amateur bondage periodically over the years. His favorite fetish was to ass fuck a hogtied female.  He arrived about thirty minutes after receiving my voice mail, carrying the black bag that all dominants do.  It was agreed that Patrick would wear a ski mask, not for fear of being recognized, but for the fetish value.

We proceeded to the cellar where Joy was sitting on the mattress in the holding cell, still in shackles and with a forlorn look about her. Her spirits did not improve upon seeing the ski masked stranger with the black bag in his hand. Upon unlocking the cell I removed the shackles and announced that she would be used sexually by Patrick, and that any protests or resistance would be harshly punished.

Patrick led her out of the cell and she was ordered to lie face down on a mattress on the far side of the room. The cheap and ill-fitting clothing I had provided was removed, leaving her nude. Her crotch rope and vibrator were also removed. Using blue colored rope, Patrick fashioned an expert hog tie. “Hogs deserve to be hog tied, nice set of knockers though”, he quipped before inserting a ball gag into her mouth.

The anal rape then commenced as I sat on a stool in front of her, so that I could observe the look of humiliation on her face. Patrick kept up a steady tempo of thrusts for nearly five minutes before climaxing. He completed his session by biting each of her tits several times, causing her to cry out in pain. This was followed by a bit of mouth work to her cunt.

With the session complete Patrick carried her back into the holding cell, and freed her from the hog tie and gag.  I promptly attached the six foot heavy duty chain, which is bolted to the floor of the cell, to her collar and leaving her to languish in solitary misery, while Patrick and I went upstairs.

After sharing a mixed drink, Patrick departed but not before profusely expressing his gratitude to me. It was approaching 1:00AM and I readied myself for bed, spending nearly forty five minutes on the cell discussing business with one of my associates. Joy was under continuous monitoring via the CCTV during this period, something which she had been made aware of.

I spent about ten minutes discussing bar business with Patty over the cell, after that I placed a call to Claire, my associate dominatrix, regarding a session scheduled for the coming Sunday.

Joy’s cell phone was examined and it was found she stored the numbers of her clientele in the contact section, also found was the number of a rival dominatrix. This information would be put to good use, as Claire is in desperate need of new clients and would not hesitate to solicit them.

Part of my regimen for submissives confined overnight, is that periodically I will issue commands, such as to stand at attention, over the speaker. If the sub fails to obey he or she will be immediately flogged. Several times Joy was ordered to either stand at attention, or to kneel with her hands behind the head. She performed satisfactorily on each occasion.

When I awoke at 6:00AM Joy was lying awake on the mattress, it is unlikely she obtained any sleep. However an exhausted sub is a compliant one, so I elected to set her free at this time. Since I had shredded her clothing immediately after arrival, she was allowed to once again wear the temporary wardrobe.

Rather than transport her myself, I summoned and paid for a taxi, which would take her to the lot where her car was parked. We had very little conversation before her release, however I once again emphasized that if she left town promptly I would not tip off the authorities.

Joy left town within two days. It has been nearly two months since her departure and there have been no repercussions. My dominatrix business has not suffered in the least.

Likewise Worm left town immediately after his abduction and torture. Jeff and Bill are reportedly vacationing for a month in California, and I’m certain that I’ll be seeing more of them upon their return.

THE END