Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 8 by Long Tall Mary

No story highlighting the career of a dominatrix would be complete without mention of a special type of bondage enthusiast, the wannabe dominatrix. I have dealt with several over the years and they are always a challenge.

Melissa was one such case. A 19 year community college student from Binghamton she was endowed with a modelesque figure that was obvious when I first saw her picture. A 5'7 hazel eyed brunette she had a figure and photogenic qualities which complimented each other ideally. She could easily find work as a clothing model if nothing else but it was far easier envisioning her on the cover of Bondage Times than in a J. C. Penney catalog.

We first met in an AOL chat room. Melissa was advertising as a domme seeking a female sub and in her naiveté thought that as a dominatrix I would procure a sub for her. Her experience in bondage was limited to viewing web pics as well as tying up and spanking her girlfriend. I just had to meet this aspiring domme. First let me define the difference between domme and dominatrix. The former has an interest in dominating only females, the later either male or female. Melissa was clearly interested only in females.

To accomplish this I had to resort to a bit of chicanery in that I promised her a female sub if she came to my dungeon for the night. Of course I had no such immediate intentions as I feel strongly that a domme must first receive training as a submissive. I've always considered training such wannabes as one of my strong points and I eagerly awaited Melissa's arrival.

Melissa arrived as scheduled and was dressed for the part in the standard two piece vinyl mini skirt and matching vinyl top as well as knee length boots. Her distinctive fetish attire was concealed by a white full length sweater coat she was wearing. It was much to her surprise as I greeted her in the garage and as I quickly cuffed her hands informed her of the change of plans in that she was now the sub. This evoked a truculent reaction "You double crossing bitch I'm not a sub" she spewed out. I was astounded at the audacity of her remarks and I knew that she had to be dealt with swiftly and forcefully.

Dragging the wench down the stairs was easy enough. Ordinarily I would remove the cuffs and have her strip before attaching more comfortable restraints. Due to her attitude I would still have to remove the cuffs but would have to do the stripping myself. My theory is that if an unrestrained submissive realizes she can not successfully resist it will cause her to cease struggling and accept domination.

After removing the cuffs I sat on her as I proceeded to remove her sweater and other attire except for her boots without ripping any of it. Still she struggled continuously and I feared that I might not be able to attach the leather cuffs. Therefore I reapplied the steel cuffs to her wrists and for good measure attached another pair off leather cuffs with a short hobble to her ankles. A dominatrix friend of mine had once been kicked in a sensitive area by a struggling sub and I wasn't about to let that happen to me.

With my domme wannabe realizing the futility of struggling but still exhibiting diarrhea of the mouth I buckled my thickest training collar around her neck before inserting my tried and true soiled panties in her mouth. I then gave her one of the more vicious floggings I have ever given to a novice making certain to equally include the boobs, buttocks and crotch. She finally came to her senses, ceased struggling and stopped attempting to yell through the gag.

I decided it was time to put her through the leashing exercises. Ordinarily the sub is allowed to crawl on their hands and knees on a carpeted floor led by a leash attached to the collar. This bitch would crawl only on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back, ankles hobbled and led by the leash. The panties were removed from her mouth enabling here to recite whatever I required. It took nearly a half hour to complete the exercise which was punctuated by numerous lashes as she rebelled at crawling and making the animal sounds I required of her.

By the end of the exercise Melissa was oinking quite emphatically and was close to tears. She had paid a heavy price for her defiance as her knees were bruised from the crawling movement and she had received numerous lashes which were more intense than might otherwise be the case. Yet I was determined she would experience far more pain before the session was over as I can count on one hand the number of times a sub has addressed me as bitch.

Much to my chagrin I then noticed that she was hyperventilating. A competent dominatrix must be alert for signs of abnormal breathing as the last thing desired is a medical emergency. Melissa stated she suffered from some type of asthmatic condition and needed to use a steroid inhaler. I found the inhaler, administered it for her and the breathing returned to normal. This meant that I would have to give her a temporary retrieve from her punishment which needless to say perturbed me greatly.

After recuffing her hands in front of her and leaving her ankles hobbled I sat her on the couch where I proceeded to play the role of the benevolent and caring dominatrix however transparent it might be. I gently massaged her clit and got my first feel of her pussy region. Her pussy was shaved once again depriving me of one of my favorite forms of humiliation. The wench was dripping wet despite her terror and her fuck hole was as tight as I've seen. I then embraced her and forced some deep mouth kissing upon her noting that her passionate reaction was what I would expect from a lesbian wench.

Melissa was in tears as she related a tale of childhood misery and now she felt she had failed in her attempt to establish herself as a domme. I've become calloused to such tales of woe but I pretended to be supportive. I assured her that her career as a domme was not precluded as had she known she would be subjected to such intense punishment she could have taken adequate medication in advance and further that such a reaction was unlikely if she were the domme..

After a few minutes of ego stroking I had her in tears apologizing profusely for her disrespectful language. My instincts of course were to finish the punishment I had started but realistically I knew it would have to wait until another day. I assured Melissa that she would be rescheduled later in the week and if satisfied with her submissive performance I would procure a female sub for her. She accepted the offer and having regained her composure began the ninety minute drive back to Binghamton.

Melissa's reschedule was not to be for another seven days and no clients were scheduled before that. It appeared I would be spending more time at my bar but a call from Mad Max requesting assistance with another of his bizarre encounters provided some relief.

All of Mad Max's encounters are bizarre but this one even more so and his current proposal left me with an uneasy feeling. A wife of a sissy male had requested Max do her husband at their home that is to forcibly subject him to gay sex while she watched. With no way to entice the husband to Max's dungeon it left him with no choice but to perform the session at the clients home and he requested my presence primarily for security.

My initial reaction was that Max's chronic met amphetamine use was impairing his judgment. However this was tempered by the fact that he had readily assisted me with the computer hacking scheme so I overcame my reservations and agreed to accompany him.

The clients home was in Manlius and the plan called for Max and I to arrive there at a certain time and be greeted by the wife. She would then spring the surprise on her husband and he would be overpowered and subjected to forced sex by Max while his wife reveled in delight. One look at the bitch turned me off. She was a petite blond, about 5'2, not over 21, with blue bug eyes dressed in a tattered sweatshirt and jean shorts. Tobacco road trash was my impression. The hub was about 40 years old and of rather slinky build, about 6' tall and no more than 150 pounds. His mannerisms were clearly effeminate but his wife insisted he had no prior gay sexual experiences. An odd couple indeed they looked more like father and daughter than husband and wife.

After admitting us into the house Laurie bluntly told her husband, Jim, that he was to strip and that he would be tied up. He appeared more confused than stunned and Laurie repeated the command in a much louder tone. Jim quickly complied and there was no need to overpower him. As prearranged I hogtied him on the living room floor with rope carried in my purse and Max attached a ring gag which would enable him to involuntarily mouth fuck the hapless wimp.

Evidently the stupid wimp thought that being tied up was all he would be subjected to but as Max returned naked from the bedroom after undressing Jim realized that we had other intentions and began struggling and squealing like a pig. Max quickly began the mouth fucking phase of the encounter. All the time this was taking place Laurie was giggling in a near hysterical manner and verbally trashing Jim's masculinity. The bitch gave me an uneasy feeling and I wished I could hogtie her and subject her to some strap on sex.

By the time Max had climaxed Jim accepted inevitability and ceased his struggling. Max wasted no time commencing the ass fucking phase which lasted for nearly ten minutes. Jim continued to squeal but made no other effort to resist. The whole pathetic encounter ended in less than thirty minutes. Having been paid in advance Max removed the gag leaving the wimp hogtied at the mercy of his wife and we quickly departed. Even Max confided to being turned off by Laurie's disposition but needless to say he found the forced sex quite gratifying.

At least I wasn't required to perform any sex acts upon the wimp. My assistance was a freebie in return for Max's earlier computer hacking. Max dropped me off at my bar and I decided to have some strong liquor to dull the thought of the nauseating Laurie and to eagerly anticipate Melissa's next session.

END PART 8