Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 47

By Long Tall Mary

The next two hours was spent eagerly anticipating the arrival of the two gay trainers. Kevin was left in his restraints and when I went downstairs to check on him he continued spewing threats, once again this resulted in a crop lash to his cock and to silence him I used a whiffel type ball gag.

My first visitor was Lorraine, the psychiatric nurse, who upon learning that I had a male slave insisted upon being allowed to take certain liberties with him. While I’m not particularly fond of her dominatrix style, she has proven invaluable in the past especially with sedating unruly subs. Lorraine was attired in her customary sweat suit, I’m certain that dominatrix attire that would fit her severely obese, bovine like figure would be difficult to obtain at most fetish boutiques.

Within fifteen minutes of Lorraine’s arrival the two male doms arrived. The first was Brian, whom I had spoken with on the phone and the other was Jeff, neither of whom I had seen before. They were a study in contrasts with Brian having the frame of a football linebacker, at least 6’4, 220 and with strong masculine vocal qualities. Jeff was of a much smaller frame that approximated Kevin’s and he spoke in a slightly effeminate, British accented manner. Both were attired in jeans and black sweatshirts.

My initial impression was that the two formed a Mutt and Jeff combination, ironic in one having the same name of course. In this business you don’t inquire as to the background of such persons but I later learned that Jeff was a citizen of the UK, and a graduate student in horticulture on a one year fellowship at the local university, I never did find out the line on Brian.

We all gathered in the living room to discuss the training regimen. My first requirement was that with the exception of myself, each trainer would wear a mask at all times to minimize any possibility of recognition. This was not exactly to Lorraine’s liking and she suggested that the trainee be masked instead. To do so would deprive me of the immense pleasure I obtain from seeing the look of abject humiliation on my subs faces as they experience the forced loss of their homosexual virginity, so it prevailed that the trainers would wear masks. Brian and Jeff had brought leather masks with them and I provided Lorraine with a ski mask.

Kevin had been kept uninformed of my plans for him and most certainly was surprised as four persons, three of them masked approached his cell. Had all four been females it might have been bearable for him, but knowing that two were males induced a new element of fear and uncertainty. Kevin’s tape bonds were still secure and he was dragged out of the cell by Brian and Jeff.

The first position I had chose for him was to have his arms suspended behind his back to the overhead, with his feet secured to floor bolts. While Brian and Jeff held him securely I used my shears to cut away both his tape restraints and every item of clothing he was wearing. The tape was replaced by four leather cuffs, one for each ankle and wrist. Surprisingly he offered no resistance but he was secured with the wrist cuffs to the ceiling before the ankle and knee tape was removed.

Before securing his legs we fitted a pair of stockings onto his legs, further female attire would be added later. “I like my ladies well dressed” I cooed as I stroked his cock with my fingers. A cock ring was snapped into place and I couldn’t resist further taunting him over his lack of penile endowment.

The wrist cuffs were winched up behind his back and over his head, with his legs spread fairly wide he was accessible for the flagellation and anal penetration phases, for the oral phase he would be repositioned. His gag was removed and Jeff was designated to give a brief description of the training he would endure.

“You will be exposed to both oral and anal penetration by my partner and I” intoned Jeff in a scholarly manner. “But first you will receive a very painful whipping, immediately thereafter we will begin our penetration, you will sound off repeatedly during the anal phase “Thank you Sir for allowing me this pleasure”, if you fail to sound off loudly enough it will only prolong the penetration and you will suffer further whipping as well, you will be given instructions for the oral phase later”.

Kevin’s reaction was unexpectedly belligerent as he lashed out verbally at his trainer with “ you fucking faggot I will kill you when I get loose”. I say unexpectedly as usually being tightly restrained for an extended period and cock whipped prior to the penetration phase saps the will to resist. Jeff, with his charming British accent replied calmly “I think it is indeed prudent that you refrain from any further intemperate language”. Jeff’s clinical like manner was in contrast to most maledoms I have dealt with, they tend to have few words for their slaves and get right into the torture.

Lorraine commenced with the bull whipping of the defiant slave, indeed his attitude was complicating plans for his release but I tried to brush that aside for the moment and enjoy the pain he would experience. Practitioners with this type of whip are few and far between but I have enough confidence in Lorraine’s ability, to know that he would not be skinned alive. With practiced precision she delivered fifteen lashes to his bare back, with this type of whip the intensity does not vary and the slave can be pushed to his limit based upon the number of lashes.

Kevin was obviously in extreme pain but too proud to plead for relief. The next phase, the anal penetration with the required oral recitation would be a major factor as to determining how much progress he had made in his training.

The anal phase would be done by Brian, as Jeff continued his narration, “My partner will take you from the rear, his cock is exceptionally large and I am certain you will find this a most unpleasant experience which is our intent”. He reemphasized the importance of proper recitation as Brian straddled him from the rear and began thrusting. I stood in front of Kevin smiling, something I rarely do, as he experienced the loss of his homosexual virginity. Despite his lack of verbal protests his anguish and humiliation was obvious from body language.

It quickly became apparent that Kevin had no intention of reciting the “Thank you sir” script so after nearly a minute of thrusting I directed Brian to stop. “Mistress commence whipping” I directed to Lorraine. As Brian withdrew, Kevin spate out the script but it was too little, too late and he received an additional eight lashes with the bull whip.

“I strongly suggest you enunciate your script with sufficient intensity unless you wish to receive additional lashes and be required to perform some other acts which you would not otherwise” chimed in Jeff. Brian reentered him, upon which Kevin ceased his defiance and began reciting the script in a satisfactory manner. This continued for nearly ten minutes before I motioned for Brian to cease his thrusting.

If anything the anal phase was more humiliating than painful, after the oral phase was complete I would use my spiked strapon to provide him with a far more painful experience. To prepare him for the oral I released the chain that was winching his arms behind him to the ceiling and put him in a kneeling position, his legs still spread and secured by leather cuffs to rings in the floor. A basic leather training collar was fastened around his neck as well.

CBT is a skill area in which a dominatrix must possess at least basic competency. I’m personally not that fond of it, probably because of my distaste for male subs in general and the fact that so many of them crave it. My favorite CBT device is the so called “humbler” device which Kevin would now experience.

The humbler is a wooden vise like device designed for the torture of male genitals. It is applied by the having the sub kneel, and his ball sacks are pulled backwards and sandwiched between the two halves of the device which is then screwed into place. If applied correctly the male will be unable to stand as the sacks will be stretched resulting in excruciating pain.

I emphasize the “correct” aspect as a few years ago when I was managing dominatrix, one of my marginally performing staff dominatrix applied the device incorrectly and twice it fell off the sub. Fortunately I observed the embarrassing incident and I simply won’t tolerate such incompetence by any of my associates. After the sub had completed his session the dominatrix experienced the correct application of the device, but upon a different body part.

She spent nearly a hour hogtied with the device used in a vise like manner upon her boobs. I have found the device most effective at minimizing movement by hogtied females. If the correct hogtie position is used any thrashing or rolling about will result in pain to the boobs, and to assure such movement would occur I inserted a vibrator into her cunt after setting it for maximum speed. The dominatrix was so humiliated by the experience that she quit on the spot thus sparing me the chore of firing her.

Kevin winced in pain as I screwed the device in place. After disconnecting the ankle cuffs from the floor bolts, and with his hands securely bound behind I ordered him to stand up. Needless to say he was unable to so and I made him repeat the attempt several times. Even to someone so calloused to inflicting pain, it was especially gratifying to see a male in such a state of abject helplessness, prevented from standing on his feet by the prospect of literally having his balls torn off. However the humbler will not prevent a sub from crawling on his knees, Kevin was leashed and under threat of severe whipping he was made to crawl about the floor, using only his knees for nearly five minutes and to continuously recite “I am a useless piece of trash”.

I complimented Kevin on his surprisingly adequate performance after repeatedly trashing his masculinity by commenting on the size of his genitals and referring to him as “my little faggot”, this would continue until his confinement ended.

It was time for the oral portion to begin, Kevin was ordered to assume a kneeling position and to open his mouth wide as Jeff inserted the dental gag and ratcheted it tightly into place. To be on the safe side I checked the fit of the gag and found it adequate, it is not impossible for a determined sub to dislodge one of these even without the use of his hands. While it has never happened, the consequences of a sub biting down on a trainer’s cock are too gruesome to contemplate.

Jeff proceeded with instructions to his most unwilling pupil,” This will serve to prevent your teeth from coming into contact with my cock, should that happen you will be in need of dentures, you will lick my cock until I tell you to stop, when I am ready I will mouth fuck you and you will swallow the ejaculate, should you try to expel it you will likely choke, and of course you will be severely whipped in any event”. It was also explained that adequate performance on the oral would expedite the removal of the humbler from his ball sacks.

Kevin was resigned to the forced oral sex and offered no resistance as Jeff sat in a chair in front of him and pulled his head forward into his crotch. Jeff had to prod him several times to be more diligent in the use of his tongue but evidently was satisfied with the overall quality.

After nearly ten minutes of this Jeff proceeded to the mouth fucking phase, repeatedly thrusting back and forth in his oral cavity. Jeff was not as well hung as Brian making it easier for the unwilling sub to accommodate the phallic intruder. After several minutes of this Jeff climaxed forcing Kevin to swallow his first dose of ejaculated semen.

With the oral phase complete I once again complimented Kevin on his performance, stroking his cock gently by hand and continuing to refer to him as “my little faggot”. As a reward his humbler was removed freeing his ball sacks from their painful bondage. To complete his session for today I ordered him to stand and bend over my saw horse like device, his hands still bound behind him. His legs were spread and the leather ankle cuffs attached to the legs of the saw horse.

I made it a point of showing him the spiked anal intruder before attaching it to my strap on and commencing with thrusting. It is not difficult to inflict maximal pain with this type of intruder, which of course was my intent. The pain proved to be so intense that Kevin was unable to avoid begging for me to stop. I simply let him continue with his pathetic pleadings, as he was beginning to thrash about I ordered Brian to attach a chain from his collar loop to a floor bolt which abruptly halted his movements.

After nearly ten minutes I withdrew from him, confident that the anal pain would persist for days to come. As he was nude except for stockings , I felt he should be provided with further attire before being placed in the holding cell for the night. In short order he was fitted with a pair of panties, a vinyl leather mini, and a red colored fake bra, of a type specifically designed for cross dressers. To compliment the clothing he was fitted with a blonde wig, and some lipstick. “I like my faggots to be dressed very lady like”, I cooed.

Kevin was placed in the holding cell. His leather wrist cuffs were removed and replaced with steel cuffs, these were cuffed in front of him to the bars of the cell door. This forced him to remain standing, which would be for the entire night. My contempt for him was such that he would not be allowed the comfort of sitting, in addition it would permit me to safely enter his cell without anyone else being present.

Lorraine, Brian, and Jeff quickly departed, leaving me the difficult task of deciding Kevin’s fate. After inserting a bondage DVD into my player, I poured myself a stiff drink and relaxed in the living room recliner confident that a solution would soon percolate in my mind.

END PART 47