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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 9 by Long Tall Mary
One of the milestones of my dominatrix career came just two years ago at the age of 48. Craig announced he was moving to Las Vegas hoping to establish himself in the adult entertainment industry there and in his absence needed someone to manage his suburban Syracuse BDSM bordello or "the hotel" as we affectionately refer to it. Given my experience and competence it was only natural that I was offered the position.
Fortunately Jackie had developed into a first rate bar manager and I had no qualms about entrusting primary operation of my bar to her. She was no longer the airhead she once was and even had a steady relationship with a level headed male dom. Still girls just want to have fun and periodically Jackie would commit some transgression, intentionally I'm certain, that warranted punishment. She had developed a preference for caning and I was more than happy to oblige by taking her to a back room of the bar where she would assume the proper position in automaton style and receive whatever number of strokes I deemed appropriate.
The hotel would continue to cater primarily to heterosexual male submissives. As manager I would not be actively involved in the individual sessions but would be responsible for the overall operation including hiring and of course disciplining the individual dominatrix. These functions while most enjoyable to a person of my disposition also presented formidable challenges.
Regrettably Craig had established himself as a weak manager, one who could be manipulated by an assertive employee. Numerous employees who should have been fired stayed in the employ of the hotel because of Craig's weakness in this area. It was my intention to establish myself as a strict and uncompromising manager not hesitating to use my sadistic expertise.
One of the first dominatrix to feel the sting was Felicia Porter whom I mentioned previously. She had been agitating for an increase in employee benefits. Presently a john paid $250.00 for a two and a half hour session with $100.00 going to Craig and the dominatrix keeping the balance. Felicia felt an employee should receive $200.00 for the session even if it necessitated charging the john $50.00 more. For all his management weaknesses Craig had sufficient business acumen to realize such an increase would be counterproductive.
Felicia was invited to my Camillus home on the pretense of a new management orientation session but I had much more in mind for her. Unfortunately in recent months I had been plagued by the aggravation of a old back injury and I feared limitations on my ability to subdue struggling wenches or johns. To compensate for this I invited Mad Max to participate as an "observer" although it would be unrealistic to expect Max not to have a hand in the physical action.
The primary orientation of Mad Max was as a gay bondage trainer but he was more than willing on occasion to assist in the punishment of an errant female. He was nearly as legendary for his use of bizarre techniques upon females as he was upon males. One of the best known was when a guy hired Max to discipline his adulterous wife.. At the time Max worked for a funeral home as a driver and had a take home hearse. The terrified female was restrained in the back of the hearse next to a sealed coffin and driven to Max's dungeon for training. Max insists the coffin was empty but to this day many believe that it contained a body.
Upon seeing Max upon arriving at my home Felicia intuitively knew what I had in store for her but knew better than to resist. Unassisted I was able to strip her and attach her with leather cuffs to the overhead bar in my basement dungeon. After an intense flagellation session lasting nearly an hour Felicia agreed to cease agitating for increased employee pay in exchange for her continued employment at the hotel. Just for good measure I let her spend the night in my jail cell and I made certain she was exposed to a steady flow of gospel music as had proved so effective in her previous session. No one ever accused Long Tall Mary of lacking in sadistic and individualized imagination.
With Felicia having realized the error of her ways I had to interview the remaining dominatrix and make a determination as whom to retain. Pam, the former Turning Stone hooker who had been referred for training to me by Craig previously, quit rather than submit to my management. Next in line for the axe was Jill who was essentially a submissive imitating a dominatrix. The other three staff dominatrix were retained leaving two vacancies.
Filling a dominatrix vacancy is not an easy matter. You simply don't run an employment add in the Syracuse Post-Standard but must rely primarily on word of mouth grapevine referrals. Such a referral came to my attention with the prospective dominatrix being a 23 year old burlesque dancer from Rochester.
Cheryl was essentially a heterosexual who had served in a submissive role in her relationship with her live in boyfriend but who was interested in serving as a dominatrix to males. I invited Cheryl to my home for a visit with the understanding she could expect to audition.
Cheryl arrived precisely as scheduled, was fashionably attired in a short dress with calf length boots, well made up and sporting a very sluttish blond hair style which complimented her 5'9, 140 pound figure quite well. She made an immediate favorable impression and from speaking to and observing her I felt she clearly had the right stuff to be a dominatrix. Ordinarily I would subject an inexperienced dominatrix to a period of submissive training but in this case I decided it wasn't necessary.
Arrangements were made for her to audition at the hotel in my presence. The lucky john would be Doug a 40ish accountant from Oswego. He had been a regular customer for nearly two years but his dominatrix had been Jill whom I had just dismissed for not being sufficiently aggressive. As a reward for customer loyalty Doug was only charged $100.00 for his session with Cheryl due to her apprentice status. For Cheryl it was a freebie.
In the business the individual dominatrix is free to adjust her performance style to the requests of the john within reason. Most of the time a happy medium is reached except for dominatrix such as myself who thrive on bizarre unpredictability. I generally try to learn what the john dislikes the most and then subject him to that. For example one john detested cross dressing so needless to say I forced it upon him. My attitude cost me a few customers over the years but this was offset by new customers who craved my reputation.
Cheryl immediately took charge of the session involving Doug and displayed extreme competence as she subjected him to leashing, cbt, ass licking, flagellation and various restraint positions. When he attempted to lick her pussy instead of her asshole she delivered a painful stroke to his cock with her crop and warned him never to make contact with her pussy without permission. For Doug accustomed to the comparatively gentle style of Jill it was a welcome change. She seemed to have that innate ability to take a sub to the upper threshold of his pain limit and I suspected she had prior experience as a dominatrix which she wasn't revealing. None the less I offered her employment which she accepted indicating she would continue to reside in Rochester for the time being commuting three or four days a week.
After the session was offer and the john had left Cheryl was approached by the Jolly Roger who was one of the security guards at the hotel. They remain upstairs discretely out of sight and respond to the dungeon only if summoned by the dominatrix who pushes a button. The rotund and balding Jolly Roger was in the habit of making passes at the various dominatrix such as squeezing their boobs or grabbing their crouch and a few of them tolerated it as inevitable sexual harassment in the workplace.
Not so with Cheryl. As he squeezed her tit she responded by kneeing him in the groin and sending him to the floor in writhing pain. She then proceeded to grab him by the hair and very forcefully informed him that his next such transgression would result in permanent damage to his genital functioning. The Jolly Roger never recovered from this humiliation and quit shortly thereafter earning Cheryl the gratitude of the other dominatrix who despised the slovenly self styled Don Juan who bore more a resemblance to Friar Tuck of Robin Hood fame.
END PART 9
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