Two for the Price of One

TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE by Long Tall Mary

At 62 years of age, my career as a dominatrix in the Central New York region has spanned over 30 years. My primary business is being the owner of a prosperous bar and eatery in downtown Syracuse. I’m a six foot tall, one ninety pound natural blonde, thus the moniker “Long Tall Mary”, wearing five inch heels makes me even more imposing. My first name is Mary, submissives are required to address me as “Mistress”.

My home is located in Camillus, a suburb of Syracuse, and includes an elaborate and well equipped basement dungeon. These features include an authentic jail cell, cages, a CCTV unit so that I can monitor the dungeon from remote locations, and a wide variety of bondage furniture, restraints and the like.

Currently my dominatrix business is limited to consenting adult females, or at least semi consenting ones, I use the phrase rather loosely. For the most part they have been ordered by their dominate partner to undergo bondage discipline for the correction of errant behavior. An example would be a husband or boy friend whose partner has been unfaithful or has abused a credit card. Invariably the dominate has vast financial resources and threatens to terminate such support, if the partner does not undergo discipline, I will refer to such partners as “submissives”.

Typical disciplinary sessions last between 24 and 48 hours, with my fees averaging a minimum one thousand dollars. Over the years a protocol has been developed to protect against allegations of unlawful confinement, this being the submissive must enter my house of her own initiative, the partner can drop her off in the driveway but is not permitted to enter the house. The entry of the submissive is recorded by the CCTV and can be used to dissuade her from making any malicious accusations.

Recently one of the most unusual bondage sessions of my career occurred. This was so because the person desiring the session was a 56 year old female, however the request was made by her 36 year old daughter. It seems that Laura, the mother, had long harbored the fantasy of submitting to a dominatrix and had confided this to Shannon, her daughter.

Shannon had been a regular patron at the bar for years, with my opinion of her always having been unfavorable. Employed as a paralegal by a local law firm, she can best be characterized as a hard drinking bar slut. She has perfected the technique of hitting upon male customers to buy her drinks, once served, seldom does she engage in further conversation with the buyer

More reprehensible is that on more than one occasion, she has been able to induce males to loan her money, never has the loan been repaid. One of her victims, someone very close to me, was forced into bankruptcy as a result. Yet I tolerated her as a customer as every bar needs a certain number of “free agent” type of female patrons. No matter who buys the drinks for sluts like Shannon, it is a lucrative source of revenue for the bar.

I was quite surprised when Shannon approached me on behalf of her mother, someone I had never met. A session fee rate was quoted and the mother was requested to contact me personally. Laura, who recently retired as a high school art teacher in a suburban district, did contact me by phone expressing her interest in a session.

I gave her some idea as to what to expect, she expressed some fears but I assured her that she would be free to terminate the session at any time. This of course is not the case, while I might reduce the level of pain, the sub remains confined for the period initially agreed upon. A 24 hour session was scheduled, it would commence on a Monday at 6:00PM and end sometime Tuesday afternoon.

The normal arrangement would be for Shannon to drop her mother off in the driveway and depart immediately. Clients are discouraged from driving alone to my house, for fear that they will get cold feet and not show.

In this case Shannon would be allowed to enter the house with her mother but much to Shannon’s surprise, she too would be restrained and forced to submit to a separate bondage session. Strenuous resistance was anticipated but she would be easily subdued. This would only last about 2 hours, it would take place upstairs and not within view of the mother. At the worst I expected to loose Shannon as a customer, that would be more than offset by the satisfaction of punishing the bitch for bilking my friend out of several thousand dollars.

Both Laura and Shannon are full figured, yet good looking ladies. Each is a brunette, about 5’9 and 180 pounds, likewise they are both divorced. I have never suspected Shannon of lesbianism, Laura professed to never having done so herself. Whereas Laura was willing to submit to a new sexual experience, knowing that her daughter was unwilling to do so, made the scheme even more attractive.

Periodically over the course of my career I have mentored a number of dominatrix aspirants. They are first required to undergo a grueling session as a submissive, the majority balk at this and are eliminated from further consideration.

Of the remainder about ten have been accepted as associate dominatrix’s, meaning that from time to time they assist me during sessions. They are useful as someone must be at home to monitor the dungeon at all times when a submissive is confined. In this case as two submissives were being sessioned, the presence of two dominatrix’s was even more important.

My associate would be Lynn, a 20 year old of Chinese citizenship, who is a pre-med student at a local university. After surviving the submissive test she had demonstrated superior ability to restrain and dominate other submissives, while lacking my visceral sense of sadism, she was quite capable of pushing a sub to their limit.

At 6:00PM on a hot Monday in July, Shannon’s blazer pulled into my driveway, both mother and daughter promptly exited and entered my garage. Laura was attired in a short black skirt, a tight fighting white bikini, and four inch black pumps. It is unlikely she would have been so attired under normal circumstances, however I make it clear to my submissive clients they are expected to dress sluttish for the occasion. Shannon was attired somewhat more casually in a blue denim skirt, a red tank top, and running shoes.

Both were aware that Laura would be immediately handcuffed, taken downstairs and temporarily secured, while Shannon would wait upstairs in the living room, under the watchful eye of Lynn. It was also understood that Laura would not speak without permission. All went smoothly, Laura’s cuffed wrists were attached by cable to an overhead and tightly winched upwards to tip toe level. Her ankles were strapped together, combined with the heels she struggled to maintain her balance. She was then blindfolded and left alone, fully clothed, while I went upstairs to deal with Shannon.

For the session I wore a black vinyl mini which unbuttoned at the side, a black vinyl bikini top and red 5” heels. Lynn was attired in a two piece red vinyl outfit, consisting of pants and a zipped upper, footwear was a pair of black 4” pumps. At only 5’4 and 110 pounds, she appears at first glance to be a diminutive, non threatening figure, submissives quickly learn otherwise. One of her favorite routines is to use a flogger upon a female cuffed to the overhead, with precision cadence the sub is made to lift a separate leg after each stroke, a march in place type movement. Lynn would be an excellent guard at a Chinese women’s prison.

Upon entering the living room I turned on the CCTV monitor enabling me to monitor Laura in the dungeon, she appeared to be in no undue distress. No time was wasted in springing the surprise on Shannon. I had decided to play a mind game, by telling her the surprise was requested and paid for by her mother. Of course this was not true but hopefully it would defuse some of Shannon’s hostility for the time being, her reaction was to direct a spew of invectives at me, then attempting to leave.

Lynn and I quickly wrestled her to the couch, my first move was to force a pair of soiled panties into her mouth, this required finger pinching her nipples, she was then forced to breath through the nose, reducing her ability to struggle. Lynn then proceeded to put her in a tight hog tie as well as binding her elbows together, she was then quickly stripped nude.

I couldn’t resist taunting Shannon with my prattle talk, such as “are you comfy cutie pie”, being careful not to reveal the motive for her forced bondage, that being my personal animosity towards her. Shannon reacted with a hostile glare and a futile attempt to expel the panties from her mouth. “Perhaps a nice leather face hood would make you more comfy”, I cooed resulting in the bitch vigorously shaking her head. The decision to spare her the hood had already been made, between her tight hogtie and the oppressive gag, she had enough to keep her occupied.

Lynn was detailed to guard Shannon with the proviso the panties would be removed after a few minutes, if her outbursts continued they would be reinserted. I then proceeded to the basement to deal with Laura, who by now was clearly anxious from her tight restraint and blindfold. The blindfold was removed and I explained to her what was taking place with her daughter, she seemed surprised but not really upset. What I did not tell her was the ruse about it being the mother’s idea.

Laura’s training regimen had been prepared prior to her arrival, the first two hours would be the most intense and would consist of moderate to heavy flagellation, coupled with strap on training. She would then be confined overnight, either in my jail cell or in a cage. Continuous observation would be maintained via the CCTV, with Lynn serving as dungeon keeper during the evening hours, enabling me to be present at my bar. The next day would consist mainly of humiliation training with less emphasis on pain or sex.

Shannon’s training would be compressed into less than two hours and not include strap on training or protracted pain, however she would be subjected to face sitting and required to pleasure my asshole with her tongue. A dose of humiliation exercises were also in order.

Next I rearranged Laura’s restraints to permit greater comfort. Her wrists, which were cuffed behind her, were re cuffed in the front and attached to the overhead in a less stringent manner. After a leather collar and ball gag were applied, all of her clothing was removed. This was made much easier in that she was attired in skirt and bikini,  occasionally it has been necessary to use heavy duty scissors to cut off a subs clothing.

After observing that Laura had complied with my order to arrive with a shaved pussy, leather cuffs were applied to each ankle, her legs were then spread about three feet apart and attached to rings mounted in the floor.

I then proceeded to use the flogger at varying intensities, mostly on her buttocks but on her boobs as well. Her pain tolerance was not high and I decided it was best not to push her to the limit at this time. She received nearly 70 lashes, red marks were clearly visible but would heal within a few days.

The strap on training is always most painful for a novice sub, with Laura proving to be no exception. In cases like this I blindfold the sub to ease her anxiety. The sub does not see the strap on device, blindfolded and gagged she is kept in suspense for a few minutes, not knowing exactly what Mistress is doing.

Anal strap on intrusions can be made extremely painful if desired, with Laura’s attitude being favorable it would be held to a minimum. After applying the lubricant, I proceeded to commence with the penetrations, Laura’s muscles were very tight and it was necessary to proceed gingerly. After about ten minutes of doing so I decided she was nearing her limit and I withdrew. 

Laura’s gag and blindfold were removed, as were her restraints except for the collar, she was then left to ponder her situation cramped and locked inside a 5 by 4 foot cage. This is made of wood on all sides except for the door side which consists of steel bars. It is positioned in the far corner of the dungeon, such that the occupant has a very restricted field of vision. After checking to make sure the CCTV monitor was trained on the cage, I went upstairs to deal with the daughter.

My first observation was that the panties were still in her mouth, in addition she was now wearing a dog collar attached by a leash to the couch frame, effectively preventing her from struggling. Lynn addressed this matter stating that “the bitch was very mouthy and called me a chink so I fix her like this”. Feigning disgust with Shannon’s behavior I announced it was time for some heavy duty punishment for the bitch.

After detaching the leash, the hogtie remaining in place, she was shifted to the living room floor and made to kneel at nearly a 45 degree angle, this is a most uncomfortable position.

I then attached a metallic clamp to each of her nipples, the clamp screws were tightened and connected by a thin chain, three feet in length. After removing the panties I ordered her to apologize to Lynn for the slur, this was refused. A firm yank on the chain caused her to cry out in excruciating pain. She was then informed that speech recitation training would be conducted, any deviance would be punished by another yank.

For nearly fifteen minutes Shannon was made to sound off with humiliating phrases, such as “I’m sorry for calling you a Chink Mistress”, “I’m a worthless slut” and other pejoratives. Three yanks on the chain were necessary before she finally began sounding off at the required decibel level, the bitch was certainly proving to be defiant

At the end of the speech phase I made her kneel, holding a doggie bone in her mouth for another ten minutes, if the bone were dropped it meant more nipple torture. I sat on a chair facing her, smiling for the entire period. Shannon seethed with rage but held the bone as required. She further seethed as I engaged in a brief cell phone conversation, taking pleasure in vividly describing her bondage to one of my associates.

Next it was time for the face sitting phase of her session, released from the hogtie but with her elbows still tied, Shannon was made to lie on her back on the carpeted floor.  A modified hotel luggage stand was placed over her face, this is basically a chair with no bottom. After using a pillow to prop her head to the desired height, a collar was fastened around her neck and to this was attached a short leash.

Seated comfortably on the stand and pulling on the leash forced Shannon’s face to remain compressed into my asshole. The bitch would remain in this position for nearly fifteen minutes, she was made to sniff and use her tongue to pleasure me for the duration.

With the face sitting phase complete it was time to release Shannon. Once again I used the ruse that her mother had paid for the daughter to be put in bondage, since Shannon would not be allowed to speak with her mother before leaving, it wouldn’t be until the next afternoon that she would discover the ruse. I wryly added that Shannon was welcome to continue as a customer at my bar, she did not respond to this and after dressing left without saying a word.

Upon Shannon’s departure it was time to focus on Laura , still locked in the dungeon cage. She was transferred to the relatively more comfortable holding cell, not further restrained and remained nude except for her collar. The dungeon is equipped with a portable large screen monitor capable of playing DVDs. One of the DVDs, made a few months earlier, depicted one of my actual sessions and was nearly sixty minutes long.

Laura was advised to pay close attention to the video and to emulate the behavior depicted. When the DVD finished she would be forced to listen to music from various satellite radio channels, these included religious and inspirational hymns, over the years I’ve found that such music helps the sub to cope mentally with her predicament

Depicted on the DVD was the requirement to stand at attention when either Lynn or myself approached the cell, or addressed her over the cell intercom, this would be at approximately one hour intervals and would assure sleep deprivation, which I have always found to be conducive to proper submissive training.

Laura’s adapted well to her confinement, the cell was furnished with a decrepit mattress, she remained naked most of the evening but later was allowed to use a blanket, generously the cell is also furnished with a functioning toilet. At 7:00AM Tuesday, after a mostly sleepless night, she was allowed to consume a liquid protein meal as well as a bottle of water. A twenty foot chain leash was attached to the collar, Laura was then led upstairs and permitted to use the bathroom shower as I held the leash, she would remain nude until her release.

She was to be released about 4:00PM, with her training during the day much less intense than the previous day. For most of the day she was kept upstairs and allowed to sit on the living room couch. The twenty foot chain, attached between her collar and the couch frame, was the only restraint. Again she was required to watch a number of sexually explicit bondage videos.

Periodically I would detach the leash from the couch frame and require her to crawl about the house on all fours, either barking or making mooing sounds. It was all very low key and she was spared further whipping or any sexual penetrations. She was required to spend about two hours in the basement holding cell due to the fact that I had company upstairs.

Her only misbehavior came after I informed her she would be put on display for two additional visitors, a husband and wife bondage duo. Laura protested rather vehemently but she was dragged from the cell, cuffed again to the overhead winch, and displayed for about fifteen minutes.

When I put a sub on display for visitors, it means the sub may be inspected, as well as groped, but nothing further. The sub must respond to their inquiries by addressing them as “Sir” or “Maam”. While Laura did not physically resist, she had embarrassed me with her protests, her punishment was being required to spend an additional one hour locked in the cage, blindfolded and with wrists cuffed behind her back.

By 3:30 it was time for her release and she appeared none the worse after her first bondage encounter. Laura was non committal about a future encounter, as jokingly I mentioned that a special AARP discount was available to submissives, 55 years or older. Shannon pulled her blazer into the driveway at 3:45 and remained in the vehicle, not having the courage to enter my house. Laura got into the blazer and was driven off.

The next day I received a call from a tearful Laura, begging me to assure Shannon that her surprise bondage had not been the mothers idea. Assuming that Shannon was listening on the line, I persisted with the ruse that indeed it was the mothers idea, Laura then abruptly hung up on me. I haven’t seen nor heard from either of them since.

THE END