Our Conjugal Visit to a Dominatrix

OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX Part 2

By LONG TALL MARY

My estrangement from Dennis proved to be a blessing, at least initially. Owing to my good looks and superior intelligence, I had no difficulty finding male companionship; however the majority did not meet my high standards of intellect and sexual prowess.

After about two months of sexual liberation, my sexual desires took a perverse form. Despite the horrific ordeal at the hands of the ultra-sadistic dominatrix Mary, I had a strong urge to engage in heterosexual bondage as a submissive. However, finding a suitable male bondage partner is easier said than done.

In desperation I turned to the Internet, and became a regular in the chat rooms. After posting a profile on Collarme, I quickly became disgusted and deleted it. Before doing so I met one person in the chat room, Larry, age 39, who seemed to have the right combination of intellect and sexual prowess, which I was seeking.

It took one week of Instant Message chatting before I could summon the courage to make voice contact. Since this is essential I went so far as to open a Tracphone account, this would minimize the possibility that he could identify me, should things not work out.

Larry did not come on too strong, in reality I was desperate for bondage sex but conveying that to him would have been a mistake. Instead we chatted for about a week before I felt comfortable enough meeting him in person. He lived about ten miles away and claimed to be a salesperson for an aerospace company.

I tend to form character impressions of someone I’ve never seen, from hearing that person’s voice. At this point we hadn’t exchanged photos, I‘m simply not willing to send mine indiscriminately. His strong masculine voice made a very favorable impression. On the first phone call we agreed to meet at the Carousel Center, the same shopping mall where Dennis had been humiliated by Mistress Mary.

To make things suspenseful we agreed to a blind meet, meaning that we would not exchange photos, but rather physical and clothing descriptions of each other, as well as a precise point within the mall to meet. We had already told each other our real first names.

The meet was set for a Saturday afternoon at 2:00. I would wear a white ribbed turtleneck sweater along with a black mini, however this would be concealed by a full length black leather coat and mid-calf length boots.

As luck would have it we both entered the mall, through the same door simultaneously. We immediately recognized each other, after a quick introduction we continued to the food court, before beginning extended conversation. I was favorably impressed with Larry’s looks, about 5’11 and 170 pounds, brown hair and eyes; he lacked the typical middle aged paunch, consistent with his claim of being an avid jogger.

The discussion centered largely as to my bondage preferences; specifically that I didn’t want to betortured, but enjoyed being tied, humiliated and of course fucked. I was quite emphatic as to my dislike of gags. In what would prove to be a colossal error, I related the joint dominatrix session with my estranged ex, mentioning Mistress Mary by name. Larry seemed to be amused and never mentioned that he was acquainted with Mistress.

Larry was eager to have our first sexual encounter that day. Such quick acceptance would indicate my desperation, so I played hard to get. I suggested possibly Monday evening; it was a holiday for me, and for him to call on Sunday. As expected he called early in the afternoon,it was agreed we would meet Monday at 6:00PM.

During the mall discussion Larry suggested having the encounter at a motel, but after much thought I felt safe enough to have it at my home. This most certainly was a pleasant surprise for Larry. We agreed upon the protocol for the session,thus rather than sit around and chat at the house, the action would commence as soon as he arrived.

When Larry arrived he was carrying the black bag that all doms do; as nudity had been agreed upon, I saw no point wearing an expensiveoutfit; my choice was a sundry short black dress. He immediately commanded me to go to the bathroom, strip to full nudity, and then present myself to him in the bedroom.

Having complied I stood before, him my hands laced behind my head. “You’re a good looking slut but they are the hardest to train”, he remarked. This was the exact phraseology used by Mistress Mary, could this be a coincidence? Larry gave me a full body grope examination including some, not too gentle finger stimulation of my cunt; I was quickly becoming aroused yet harbored a premonition that something was about to go wrong.

I was ordered to kneel on the floor while Larry attached four leather cuffs to the bed posts, it was apparent I would be spread-eagled.To my surprise I was ordered to lie on my stomach, each wrist and ankle was then strapped into a cuff. “I want your ass accessible”, quipped Larry as he gave my ass a hard slap with his hand. “Yes sir but please not a lot of pain”, I replied.

Larry chose to spring the surprise on me at this time. “I’ve invited Mistress Mary to visit, and then you will be transported to her house and have a great time”. “No way, take these cuffs off me you bastard”, I demanded. “It is time for you to wear a gag”, he commanded. I struggled as he forced a ball gag into my mouth and strapped it into place. It prevented intelligible speech but I continued to protest anyway, like my struggles it was to no avail.

To increase my distress I was blindfolded, unable to see or speak, listening as Larry made a terse cell call “The slut is ready for transport”. I knew that Mistress would be arriving soon; in the meantime Larry left me helpless, ignoring me completely. Judging from the sounds he was watching a porno movie on his smart phone, he could at least have had the decency to fuck me.

About fifteen minutes later I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and a door slam. Footsteps could be heard approaching and without saying a word to Larry, Mistress entered the bedroom and removed my blindfold. “It is so good to see you it has been a long time slut”, she announced gleefully.

Mistress paused to bite each of my nipples before continuing with her monolog, “You’re probably wondering why I’m here today, I felt so bad when I heard that your faggot husband left you, that I decided to treat you to a free session at my place, with two dominatrix and a third bitch. Like the bitch that you saw last time this one has been sent by her husband for discipline, so you will be getting quite acquainted with her. You really are one of my favorite sluts and if your behavior is good you will not be subjected to excessive torture”.

Just the fuck what I wanted to hear, it would be a repeat of the previous session, only without a husband forced to be a transvestite. On the other hand it appeared that I had not incurred Mistress disfavor, and perhaps she would make good on her promise not to do any serious harm to me.

Mistress then removed my gag, commenting that I looked good in it and could expect to be wearing it again. “Are you going to cooperate” she asked “Yes Mistress the slut will do as she is told and not speak without permission”, I replied. It was degrading to speak in this manner, but I knew it would influence the way I was treated.

“Very good, usually the best looking sluts are the hardest to train but you seem to be an exception”, prattled Mistress as she once again bit each of my nipples.

The leather cuffs were removed and I was allowed to cover myself with a sweater coat, before putting on a pair of booties. Considering that it was thirty degrees outdoors, this was an act of magnanimity on her part.  Mistress then cuffed my wrists behind me using steel cuffs and attached a rope leash around my neck.

There was no communication between Mistress and Larry, they left the house together and it was uncertain if he would play any further role in the session. Mistress led me by the leash to her Ford Transit Connect van parked in the driveway. Before being placed inside a leather blindfold was put on me, it apparently satisfied one of Mistress numerous kinky fetishes, as I already knew where I was being taken.

I was ordered to sit on the floor below the front passenger seat, with my head facing the rear seat. Mistress cranked up the volume on the radio as she drove, I distinctly recall it was the Sirius XM oldies channel and that “Run around Sue” was one of the songs played. She had already warned me not to speak, not that the music wouldn’t have drowned out anything I said.

Upon arriving at Mistress’ home the blindfold was removed and once again I was led by the rope leash, to the basement dungeon. There I caught my first glimpse of “the other slut”, she was not blindfolded so I was able to form some impressions.

The woman was at least fifty years old, an artificial blond, about 5’10 and full figured, but not excessively overweight. Her breasts were somewhat sagging but her tits were perky. Topless and minus panties, she was attired in black stockings with a matching garter belt, and black pumps.

She was standing with her wrists tied with ropein the front, and attached to an overhead bar. Her ankles were bound together with rope; a large red ball gag kept her silent. As Mistress had a propensity for restrictive and painful restraints, as well as nudity, I had to wonder why this woman was being treated differently.

Once again, however naively, I felt sorry for the woman. It was clear from her demeanor she was terrified and was probably her first bondage venture. Mistress would refer to her as “Tramp” and volunteered that she had been tricked into visiting Mistress, on the pretense of marital counseling. It seems she had a onetime affair with another male and foolishly confessed this to her husband.

At this time I was introduced to Mistress Claire, another 5’10 full figured brunette, who appeared to be in her fifties. Like Mistress Mary, she wore a whorish looking blond wig. Claire did not respond verbally to the intro, instead she gave me a hostile stare. The fear that Claire might be more diabolically sadistic than Mary entered my mind.

Mistress Mary wasted no time in getting down to business. My handcuffs, coat and booties were removed and I was ordered to sit in a chair contraption, whose purpose was quickly apparent. It was a high chair with a hole in the seat, just large enough to accommodate a human head.

The person on the bottom sat with legs underneath the seat, with their head locked into the seat by means of a gate, which could be opened, then locked shut. Tramp was released from the overhead, her wrists cuffed behind her, her legs placed under the seatand bound to the rear legs of the chair.

Her head was then locked into place, this had the effect of forcing her face into my cunt, with no more than four inches of play in either direction. My wrists were cuffed behind me to the chair frame, thus I would be the passive recipient of cunnilingus for an extended period.

Claire spoke for the first time, commanding Tramp to begin pleasuring my cunt with her tongue; this was to be for at least thirty minutes. If her performance was less than diligent she could expect to be tortured in an unspecified manner. Mistress Mary, whom I will refer to as simply Mistress, made me wear the ball gag again, “I love the erotic sounds of a gagged slut in heat”, she chortled.

To her credit Tramp performed diligently as I experienced numerous orgasms, with my gagged sounds most certainly pleasing Mistress. I still felt sorry for the woman, and tried to avoid looking directly at her. She just didn’t seem to be cut out for this type of sex.

With the marathon cunilingus session complete, Claire took charge and announced what was in store for us. We would be transported to a bar in a rural area, where some type of fund raiser would be taking place. Guests would pay a fifty dollar admission fee which included various sexual acts by an unspecified number of actors including Tramp, and of course myself.

We would be required to dance on stage, then to the two highest bidders, provide a blow job to each. While I had no doubt as to my ability to command male attention due to my age and hot body, I wondered if Tramp would fare as well.

Mistress wasted no time in prepping us for transport. To my chagrin Mistress decreed my long brown hair would be cut short and I would be fitted with a blond wig. Sensing my anger Mistress warned that if I exhibited a poor attitude, the wig would be glued into place, just as she had done with Dennis. Tramp’s blond wig was replaced with another wig of the same color but far more whorish looking.

Claire performed the hair cutting as I remained handcuffed to the oral sex chair. Noting my pussy was sporting a full mound, Claire was ordered to shave it off. I was then released from the chair and dressed similar to Tramp, with garter belt, stockings and pumps.

Next we were both ordered to wear black fishnetdresses, once on stage these would be removed and we would perform without panties. We were both made to wear leather collars and were not allowed to wear a coat.

Knowing the preferences of Mistress meant that we would be restrained. She did not disappoint me, as a leather belt was encircled around each of our waists, and our wrists cuffed to a ring on the front of the belt. This was far more comfortable than being cuffed in the rear. I was further surprised when Mistress told us we would be blindfolded, but not gagged, during transport.

Mistress attached a chain leash to my collar and led me to her van parked in the driveway; Claire did likewise with Tramp. After being placed in the cargo hold on opposite sides, some type of cable was used to attach our belts to the wall of the van; this prevented any moving about on our part. We were then blindfolded.

The blindfolds were purely for spite, as due to the configuration of the van it was impossible to know what route we were taking. I desperately wanted to communicate with Tramp, as I could appreciate the anguish she was experiencing. Any oral conversation would be immediately punished, but at least if we could see each other, it might be of comfort to her.

For the next hour I tried to concentrate on the positive, or should I say least negative, aspects of what was happening. Neither of us had been subjected to severe pain, despite the humiliation of performing in a bar full of strangers, I expected Mistress would release us by the end of the night. Being forced to dance and perform oral sex wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me, although the ability of Tramp to endure these indignities was questionable.

Upon reaching our destination, Mistress removed our blindfolds, but our wrists were cuffed to the rear. “Men enjoy seeing women in handcuffs especially behind”, opined Mistress.

Once again we were led on leashes inside the bar, through the back door. It was apparent that Mistress didn’t want us to know what bar we were at. Quickly enough we found ourselves on a stage facing klieg lights. The crowd was a diverse lot, it was ninety per cent male, yet it didn’t seem the audience was predominantly biker, or any other characterization. The crowd immediately roared with applause as we were led on stage.

Mistress took the microphone, introduced us as Slut and Tramp,then announced that we would be dancing on stage, after which bids would be taken to determine who would be allowed to engage in oral sex with us. Mistress had already warned us that if our dance performance was unsatisfactory, we would both be whipped onstage, certainly to the liking of the crowd.

Mistress, microphone in hand, hammed it up for the crowd. “I think these Tramp and Slut are overdressed don’t you”. The audience responded with a resounding yes vote. Mistress then took a pair of scissors and cut off our cheap fishnet dresses. We were now wearing only garters, stockings and pumps. “I just shaved Slut’s pussy earlier”, Mistress quipped, neglecting to explain why Tramp still had a full mound.

Dancing with your wrists cuffed behind you is no easy task, but as disco music blared from the speakers, we both performed to the best of our abilities. Evidently it was satisfactory, as we were not whipped.

In my opinion Tramp seemed to be performing poorly, yet the crowd roared in applause. The bid figures were tallied and each of us was assigned a male to service orally. The winning bids were two hundred dollars, one hundred per customer. Our wrists remained cuffed behind us; the male had discretion as to whether we would swallow their ejaculate.

Two chairs were placed on the stage, one for each male, they were required to wear ski masks, presumably to prevent us from identifying them. The bright stage lights made it very difficult for us to recognize anyone in the audience.

Tramp and I were ordered to kneel in front of our customers, with her wrists still cuffed it was to be a hands free blow job. My customer was an older fat male, his wilted cock was not more than five inches in length; Tramp would be servicing a younger, athletic looking male, and clearly more endowed genital wise.

It took about five minutes for me to bring my man to climax, as ordered I retained the ejaculate in my mouth; Tramp seemed to having a hard time bringing her man to climax, I was very concerned that Mistress would begin flogging her on stage.

Once again Mistress took the microphone and addressed the crowd, “Should slut be made to swallow the load”, the vote was overwhelmingly for swallowing and I promptly did so. Fortunately Tramp was able to bring her man to climax; Mistress once again polled the crowd and the vote was for swallowing. Tramp complied after which Mistress directed the audience to “give the two sluts a big hand”.

The applause was tumultuous and there were calls for “more, more”, however Mistress informed the audience that our performance was finished, country and western music began blasting over the sound system.

Once again we were led by our leashes to the van and placed in the cargo hold. At this point Claire took charge. “Both of your performances onstage were disgusting, I should have whipped you right then, but I have other plans for you that you won’t like”, she proclaimed. The first part of the plan was to connect our cuffed wrists to the rear of our collars, assuring maximal discomfort during transport.

Claire continued, speaking directly to me, that I was now her property and would be spending the night at her house, Tramp’s fate was not addressed. “If you think Mistress Mary was mean you will soon think elsewise”. I was now reduced to begging, “Mistress Mary slut has performed the best she couldand isn’t deserving of punishment”. She simply ignored my protest while Claire put our blindfolds back on.

After being warned not to speak, the rear door was slammed shut and the van drove off into the night. Since the van was equipped with an intercom between the passenger and cargo sections I knew better than to speak.

It took nearly an hour before arriving at Claire’s home. The rear door was opened, and without saying a word I was roughly dragged out and walked for a short distance into a strange house. At this time my blindfold was removed, it was just Claire and I, the van containing Tramp drove off.

My solo ordeal at the hands of the malevolent Claire was about to begin.

END Part 2