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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 63
by Long Tall Mary
It was nearly 12:30AM when I returned from the bar, it had been an uneventful evening. Noreen had been surfing the Internet using my computer, and she reported that Kelly and Felicia had presented no problems during my absence.
I very much wanted Noreen to stay for the night. However she was quite insistent on driving home, a drive of at least an hour, and meeting me at the academy during the afternoon. Both guest bedrooms were occupied, Felicia in one, and Kelly in the other, I wasn’t about to transfer either of them.
I’m certain that Noreen abhorred the thought of sleeping with me and I even considered securing her in bed. It wasn’t that I found her overly appealing sexually, but it is my firm belief that aspiring dominatrix must obtain an adequate amount of submissive experience. In Noreen’s case she had a strong distaste for lesbian sex, but anyone who is so fortunate as to have me as a mentor must be willing to make some compromises.
I simply wasn’t in the mood to be assertive and I acceded to her request, but resolved she would have a submissive experience in the very near future. Lorraine was taking a sick day from her employment at the psychiatric center, and would arrive at my house around 11:00AM. This meant I would be alone when Elizabeth was released to JC, but I didn’t foresee any problem.
After an unusually good nights sleep, I arose at 6:00AM. The first task was to check on the welfare of and feed my three guests. First off was Kelly who was visibly agitated when I walked in her room, but wisely she refrained from voicing her sentiments. She was given a plastic bottle of liquid protein meal and I removed one wrist cuff so she could finish it. After she finished the concoction I replaced the wrist cuff and left the room without saying a word.
Felicia was cramped in her cage and requested permission to speak when I entered. For spite I denied this request but indicated she could address me later in the morning. Her bindings were undone, she was given a bottle of the liquid meal, and I left the room before she finished it.
Last but not least was Elizabeth, who was sitting forlornly on the floor mattress of the holding cell. Since she would be departing within two hours I decided not to feed her. After cuffing her wrists behind her, I used a plastic cuff to connect the wrist cuffs to the ring at the rear of her collar. This assured two objectives: it would cause her considerable discomfort to maintain her posture and it would prevent any resistance on her part.
I then attached a leash to the front of her collar and led her upstairs to the living room, and sat her down on the couch next to me. To add to her distress she was blindfolded with a black cloth and once again I emphasized the need for a satisfactory recital upon JC’s arrival. Failure to do so or any act of defiance would result in her being flogged in his presence, as well as her confinement being extended.
Elizabeth was forced to sit statute like, as I watched the morning TV news. Then precisely at 8:00 a limo pulled into the driveway and JC emerged. I quickly greeted him at the door and showed him to a family room located adjacent to the top of the basement stairs.
I then returned to the living room, attached a leash to Elizabeth’s, and after removing her blindfold she was led to the family room. It was a delightful sight! Naked, handcuffed and collared, her humiliation was obvious as she knelt on the floor facing JC, who was sitting on the couch.
Elizabeth began her recital as I stood to her side continuing to hold the leash. A flogger in my other hand served to make her mindful of the consequences should her performance be unsatisfactory. Her script was to depict herself as a unfaithful wife, who was willing to mend her ways, and to implore forgiveness.
After finishing her recital JC granted her forgiveness and deferentially asked me “may I take her home now”. That he could be so deferential was amazing considering JC’s personality, and I reminded him that my work product carried a three month warranty. If at any time during that period he was dissatisfied with her behavior, he could return her for further confinement and training, at no additional cost.
JC assured me that he would not hesitate to return her if necessary, but that I would be compensated for any additional services. He had brought some casual clothes for Elizabeth to wear, these were to replace the ones I had shredded. She was ordered to change into these clothes while I watched, JC then grabbed her firmly by the arm and led her out to the limo, after once again thanking me.
Elizabeth’s training had proved to be most gratifying to me. The uppity bitch had been thoroughly humiliated, forced to engage in lesbian sex which she professed to loathe, and to reveal various intimacies. Yet she had hardly been devastated emotionally by the experience, as does happen from time to time.
Over the years I’ve sessioned a fair number of subs of both the semi-willing and unwilling type. I’ve developed the ability to sense which of these subs truly detest their experience. Kelly was in this category.
But some of these subs derive a sense of pleasure from their experience, which they attempt to conceal, and I sensed Elizabeth to be in this category. She would never admit it of course, but it would not surprise me if she did not commit some future transgression that would result in her being returned to me for further discipline.
With the departure of Elizabeth I turned my attention to Felicia. Realistically I couldn’t keep her caged indefinitely, if nothing else she was due in court the coming week. I decided to take a chance and modify her confinement, emphasizing that I would offer her an opportunity to redeem herself
After making her crawl out of the cage I attached my iron collar around her neck, the medieval like device hadn’t been used in ages, and was accumulating dust. Next I attached a twelve foot heavy duty chain to the collar and anchored it to the bed frame. It would allow her very limited movement. I then provided her with a remote unit for the CCTV, which would allow her to select any of the XM Radio or TV channels. She would not have access to any of the porn material in my vast collection.
In addition I made known to Felicia that she would receive a whipping as part of the rehabilitation process. What I didn’t tell her was that Lorraine was due to arrive shortly, and that the whipping would be done with a bull whip. Lorraine is quite proficient in its use and even Felicia, being the hardened pain slut she is, detests the bull whip.
Matters quickly become more complicated as a result of a call I then received. Kelly’s prospective buyer in California, reneged on the deal. He was quite curt and offered no explanation, leaving me with no recourse. Confining the bitch was becoming a burden and she had to be disposed of soon.
In desperation I called Mother Jugs, the leader of the lesbian biker group near Oswego. Some time ago she had “acquired” Lori, my ex sister-in-laws teenage daughter, who had been presenting severe discipline problems. Lori eventually was transformed into a willing member of the group but later was sold to a West Coast bikers group.
Much to my surprise and relief, Jugs expressed an interest in acquiring Kelly and it was agreed that Jugs would visit me on Monday to discuss the matter. I had been quite moderate in my flagellation of Kelly, as I didn’t wish to leave any severe welts or markings. From the buyer standpoint these are not desirable for a photo model. As this was no longer a concern, she would suffer plenty of additional pain during her stay with me.
Lorraine arrived just before 11:00, clad in her sweat pants and shirt, and carrying a large jobber bag. I decided that a whipping for both Kelly and Felicia was in order before I left for the academy. While Lorraine’s primary orientation is domination of male subs, she is more than willing to administer a bull whipping to a female if requested.
As Lorraine entered the guest bedroom, Felicia’s spirits plunged abruptly. Coarseness has always been a trademark of Lorraine and today would be no exception. “My asshole has been itching all morning and I need it licked until it stops” she promptly announced. Without further ado she pulled down her pants and plopped herself comfortably, on her back on the bed.
Felicia realizing the futility of protest, duly kneeled on the bed in order to service Lorraine. For nearly ten minutes she toiled with her mouth to please the slovenly mistress. She had to be prompted numerous times, under threat of whipping, to perform more vigorously. Of course Felicia did not realize that she would be whipped regardless of her performance.
You may infer from my characterization of Lorraine as slovenly, that I have a negative opinion of her. This is true with respect to her appearance, as I feel strongly that dominatrix should wear attire more erotic than sweat clothes as well as, shall we say, be less obese than her current figure.
For all the negativism I harbor towards Lorraine’s appearance, her assistance is invaluable. This is especially true with respect to her access to sedating drugs, and her ability to inject them. I never discuss her physical appearance with her and I’m certain she understands and respects my ambivalence.
With the ass licking complete, it took Felicia completely by surprise as I yanked her to her feet with the collar chain and began attaching her wrists to leather cuffs mounted on a overhead bar. The foolish bitch actually had the audacity to attempt to physically resist, escape was impossible due to the collar chain anchored to the bed frame, and her efforts were pitifully futile.
It took assistance from Lorraine, but in short order Felicia was attached to the overhead and for good measure we attached an ankle spreader. “ I only intended to give you ten lashes, but for your insolence you will receive twenty instead” decreed Lorraine. In addition I announced she would spend the remainder of the day in the cage deprived of CCTV access.
Lorraine proceeded with her bull whipping, alternating the lashes between the back, ass, and boobs. While Felicia is a hardened pain slut, in addition to the bull whip itself, she detests one other aspect of the flagellation process and that is to sound off after every lash. Needless to say Lorraine required her to count off the lashes in the manner “One mistress, thank you mistress”. Felicia’s intransigence in enunciating properly resulted in her receiving a total of twenty five, instead of twenty lashes.
With the whipping complete Felicia was taken down from the overhead and locked back in the cage. Lorraine and I went to the adjoining bedroom, where I introduced her to Kelly, still bound uncomfortably on the mattress springs. If Kelly thought Lorraine would be any less sadistic than I, she was sadly mistaken. However Lorraine was so concerned with watching “The Price is Right” on TV that we agreed to postpone Kelly’s whipping until after I returned from the academy. Kelly would remain in her uncomfortable position until then.
One concern that I have with Lorraine serving as dungeon monitor during my absence, is her tendency to drink excessively. About two years ago she was forced to take a medical leave from her psychiatric center employment after being caught drinking on the job. For three months she enjoyed being on leave, probably getting drunk every day.
She was required to obtain treatment, but I arranged for my psychiatrist and sometime lover, Newhart, to take her on as a patient. Since neither found the other sexually appealing, her treatment program consisted of brief telephone consultations with Newhart, and of course prescriptions for tranquilizing drugs.
Lorraine’s drink of choice is vodka, and it is difficult to detect on someone’s breath. I can never be sure when she has been drinking, but I had no choice but to trust her with being a monitor- you simply can‘t call a temp agency and have someone sent over. Her male slave was undergoing training by Master Joe, and she was looking forward to viewing a live webcam of his training later in the afternoon.
Reasonably satisfied that my two guests were in good hands, I departed for the academy.
END PART 63
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