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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY
Part 28 By Long Tall Mary
As Troy and I sat in my
living room I set forth my agenda for Jeanine’s training. When someone serves
as a co-trainer with me it is something of a misnomer, assistant would be a
more apt term. The only latitude I allow a guest trainer is the restraint mode.
Few doms or dominatrixes are as skilled as myself with ropework and they tend
to prefer leather cuffs. I will honor this preference but all other aspects of
the session are dictated by me.
In the case of Jeanine she
needed a healthy dose of both oral and vaginal sex by Troy after which she
would experience the joy of oral sex with a dominatrix. The degree of
flagellation she would be subjected to
would be dependent upon her
responsiveness to this sexual training
I was particularly concerned about her inability to achieve orgasm.
While I’m not an expert, at least medically,
on female sexual dysfunction it is not unreasonable to suspect situational
partner rejection as a cause, perhaps she was just turned off by her previous
partners. I would observe her closely as she served Troy and hopefully form
some conclusion.
Troy donned his trademark
leather trainers hood. With Troy bare chested and in jeans we both returned to
the basement where Jeanine sat forlornly on the floor of the cell with her
tether chain preventing her from standing fully erect. She had been instructed earlier
that when Troy approached the cell she would kneel on all fours on the cell
floor and greet him by saying “Master Troy I am at your service”.
I was shocked to find she
remained sitting on the floor with her face looking down and away from us.
I never tolerate such
disobedience from a submissive and with my flogger in hand I unlocked the cell
door and prepared to administer a severe flogging to the wench. Before I could
she blurted out that she would not obey any commands and demanded to be released.
She exhibited what I thought were symptoms of a panic attack in the form of
hyperventilating and extreme agitation. Something was not quite right here.
When I accept a new
submissive for training I inquire as to whether or not they have any medical
conditions which might impair their ability to withstand the rigors. My prime
concerns are asthma and panic disorder. In Jeanine’s case her mother assured me
that no such conditions existed. Jeanine’ s symptoms appeared to be involuntary
and while I had earlier suspected her crying to be fabricated I wasn’t so
certain about her current behavior. Being the responsible dominatrix I am the
last thing I wanted was a medical emergency.
My reaction was to refrain
from flogging and she was left to sit in the cell still collar chained to the
wall. At times like this a dominatrix often requires special expertise and for
this reason I immediately placed a call to a fellow dominatrix, Lorraine.
Lorraine is not an active
professional dominatrix and her practice is limited to long term relationships
with 24/7 male slaves. Years back when I was managing Craig’s suburban BDSM bordello Lorraine filled in a few times
as a substitute and was extremely competent with her sadistic instincts on a
par with mine. At 50 years old, 5'7 and at least 190 pounds the sometime blond
was indeed a BBW but still attractive to male subs in a way that many more
petite dominatrixes can only aspire to.
In this case it was not her
sadistic talents that I sought as much as her medical expertise. Lorraine is a
registered psychiatric nurse and is employed as such by a local psychiatric in
patient facility.
She has the ability to inject
sedative drugs and always has a supply available for unofficial use. Lorraine
only lives about two miles away and arrived at my house within twenty minutes
of receiving my call.
Clad only in a gray
sweatshirt and blue sweatpants she arrived carrying a black medical type bag.
After exchanging pleasantries we proceeded to the basement where Troy had
just placed a bondage hood over
Jeanine’s head to prevent her from identifying Lorraine. Troy and I held her in
place and with practiced precision Lorraine promptly injected valium into her
arm. The dose was calculated to heavily sedate her but not cause unconsciousness
and it took effect instantly. After removing the bondage hood I left Troy to
observe Jeanine for a few minutes before progressing with her training.
Lorraine was quite pleased to
learn that Felicia was confined upstairs. They have long been enemies dating
back to Lorraine’s substitute work at the bordello where they once had a
violent fight which ended with Felicia being locked in the pillory for more
than a day. To compensate Lorraine for her prompt response to my call it was only fitting to
allow her to have her way with Felicia for a few minutes.
I always enjoy springing
surprises upon my submissives so I removed the tape and urine soaked panties
from Felicia’s mouth and indicated it was time to free her from her hogtie. “Oh
by the way an old friend stopped by to visit” I chuckled and at that moment
Lorraine entered the room. The look of hatred about Felicia was obvious and her
first words to Lorraine were “You filthy cow”. Lorraine smiled as she remarked “if I had known you were here I
would have brought my bull whip”, Lorraine being one of the rare dominatrixes
to use such a whip, then proceeded to remove her sweats and panties.
Needless to say Felicia
remained hogtied for I did not care to facilitate a catfight between two mean
spirited women. While Felicia is a hardened
pain slut there are certain torments she can not tolerate, one of these is being face sat by a 190 pound
dominatrix. Another is being deep fisted which Felicia had recently inflicted
upon Pedro’s lover.
After removing the hogtie
connector Lorraine positioned herself atop Felicia facing her feet with her
asshole within reach of her mouth. Felicia had no choice but to use her tongue
deep licking Lorraine’s asshole for nearly ten minutes. Whenever Felicia slackened
her pace Lorraine would merely place her
fist upon Felicia’s snatch instantly inducing her to perform in a more
satisfactory manner.
Quite to my surprise Lorraine
ended the session without subjecting Felicia to any fisting or other form of
torture. After putting her sweats back on she departed rather hurriedly as she
had another engagement. I decided Felicia needed to remain in restraints until
her rage had subsided but I did allow
her greater comfort by not redoing the hog tie and she remained tethered to the
headboard by her collar. A funnel gag allowed her to breath but spared me from
having to listen to her pleas for leniency.
Upon returning to the
basement I found that the sedative had taken effect and that Jeanine was
sitting quietly in the cell. Troy was seated across the room and presumably he
had heeded my edict not to speak or touch her in my absence. I ordered Jeanine
to address Troy in the proper manner and she continued to balk.
Before commencing with my
flogging of the wench I informed her that if she continued her defiance I was
prepared to sell her into slavery with a vivid description of such a life
beginning with voyage in the hold of an oil tanker bound for Saudi Arabia where
upon arrival she would be spend the rest of her days in some sheik’s harem. Of
course I was not prepared to follow through on this threat but it is amazing
what effect it has upon a defiant sub.
This threat seemed to wither
her resistance but for good measure I delivered several lashes to her boobs and
buttocks after yanking her to her feet with the chain. She grimaced in pain but
the sedation prevented the agitation and hyperventilation previously exhibited.
I then permitted Troy to restrain her as he saw fit and his preference was for
a frog tie using leather ankle and wrists cuffs forcing her to sit on a cushion
and lewdly spread wide open.
In this case I gave the
orders and she was told to first use her mouth to suck Troy’s cock and that she
would be mouth fucked and forced to swallow his wad if she did perform to
satisfaction. Troy inserted a metal dental gag into her mouth ratcheting it so
that her mouth was maximally stretched open. After several minutes of her mouth
work without ejaculating Troy indicated he was satisfied and I decided it was
time to move on to coital fucking.
I removed the dental gag from the mouth but
replaced it with a rather poorly fitting ball gag after warning her of the
consequences should she somehow expel the rubber intruder. The joy of hearing
the erotic moaning of a gagged submissive as she is involuntarily fucked is
simply too overwhelming to resist.
Troy mounted her and began
thrusting into her cunt with his cock as I positioned myself standing beside
them. My superficial finger fucking of her revealed she was copiously moist and
no lubricant was required. I closely observed her breathing and nipple
responses. The moaning on her part was quite genuine unlike hookers who are
skilled at faking such responses. She had the first of multiple climaxes within
three minutes and I had Troy continue his thrusting for nearly ten minutes
before he climaxed and withdrew,
As much as it is my intent to
inflict sufficiently cruel torture upon my submissives I found it reassuring
that the wench was not sexually dysfunctional. Troy lacks the visceral sadism
that is my trademark but since I was micro managing this session it was of no
consequence. Since all of his other clients are most willing i’m certain it was
a treat for Troy to be able to fuck a restrained and semi willing submissive.
So far Jeanine was not
meeting my obedience requirements. While it was a relief to find that she could
experience orgasm it was offset by the fact that she found it enjoyable.
Submissives are molded by being forced to do what they enjoy the least and so
far the degree of disciplinary techniques she had been subjected to were relatively mild.
With the fuck session
complete I decided not to allow Jeanine the comfort of the holding cell in
which she had previously been confined. Instead she would spend an hour or two
standing in my pillory device with her head and arms locked in the holes. It
was a very uncomfortable position and I
made it clear to her that unless her attitude improved she could expect far
greater discomfort. Troy and I went upstairs to chat for a few minutes keeping
a careful eye on Jeanine over the dungeon cam.
Much remained to be done in
addition to Jeanine’s training. I had to decide what to do with Felicia and of
course her probation officer, Bitch Wilcox, was due the next day for removal of
her chastity device.
END PART 28
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