MY AUNT THE DOMINATRIX by Long Tall Mary
The look on Tina’s face is one that I’ll never forget. After being ordered to strip naked, in front of another woman, she is bound tightly with rope; quicklyrealizing that the modality of relationship therapy will be quite different than what she has been told.
My name is Rebecca. I’m 28 years old, a leggy 5’9 brunette, and work as an assistant manager at a supermarket. Currently I own my home and havean ongoing relationship with a male. My sexual orientation is primarily heterosexual,however I do have some lesbian desires, which are satisfied by being an amateur dominatrix.
At work there is a widespread perception that my managerial talents are minimal, and that I hold my position largely due to sexual trysts with company executives. These perceptions have some merit, as I do not deny that I have engaged in such affairs.
To my way of thinking, an amateur dominatrix is someone who is motivated solely for pleasure, with no resulting financial gain. I have no regular clientele but my niche is therapeutic domination of females who have relationship problems with their partner.
My clients submit to me voluntarily, after a “referral” from their partner. Typically the female has some vice, such as cheating on her partner or reckless credit card spending. She is economically beholden to the male partner, who by threatening to terminate the relationship is able to compel her to submit to my therapy. I’ll cite one such case.
Tina is 23 years old and of average good looks.She has marginal financial assets and recently quit her low paying job as a banquet waitress. Her steady boyfriend is Rick, 25 years old, who is a certified public accountant for a financial services company. Tina resides with, and is financially beholden to Rick, but recently their relationship has deteriorated.
While desirous of the material benefits of being Rick’s partner, Tina has developed an appetite for sex with other males. Rick beingthe extreme narcissistic and possessive type is aware of and deeply disturbed by her independent leanings. He therefore issues an ultimatum: either submit to my therapy or face termination of the relationship.
Tina is somewhat naïve and believes the therapy is of the “talk” type, which is not exactly what I offer. While not a visceral sadist, I utilize various bondage techniquesto induce behavioral modification. Fearing the end of their relationship, Tina agrees to become my “patient”, shall we say.
An appointment is scheduled for my home on Monday at 6:00PM. Unknown to Tina it has already been decided she will be spending the night with me, as Rick and I have concocted a ruse to accomplish this.
The couple arrive as scheduled with Tina attired in a provocatively short black skirt, a long sleeved white blouse with a red tie, and five inch black fashion heels. A curly brunette, she is approximately 5’5 tall, and weighs 120 pounds. My attire is an inexpensive short blue plaid sun dress with calf length boots. Tina is clearly apprehensive as she and Rick take a seat on the couch.
Without even having talked at length with Rick, I have a good idea as to the root of the problem. Having been acquainted with one of his ex sex partners, I am aware of his reputation of having less than stellar erectile capabilities. Tina, being a manipulative bitch, has no qualms about exploiting him financially, but denying him sexual loyalty.
Rick goes through the motions of describing her sexual apathy and unfaithfulness, without mentioning his own shortcomings. Tina has nothing to say. I then tell her she will be spending about two hours alone with me, during which time I will helpopen her mind and develop new insights. She assents without showing any emotion, at this point Rick leaves and I show Tina to my bedroom.
“I want you to undress for me, and be quick about it”, I sternly command.
“Nobody said anything about undressing”, she murmurs.
“Look you said you would be receptive to new experiences, certainly you’re not afraid to be naked when alone with another woman”, I calmly respond.
With a look of disgust about her, Tina removes her skirt and blouse, but seems to think that nothing further is required. “Everything off, heels, garter, stockings, do it quickly or I’ll do it for you”, my impatience is now obvious.
After casting me a venomous look she begrudgingly complies. “Very good, now you’re going to learn the ropes”, I quip as I produce a coil of rope from a drawer.
“This isn’t necessary”, she again murmurs, but makes no effort to resist, as she is basically a submissive type. I am an expert with ropes and Tina is bound securely, tight enough that she won’t be able to slip the ropes, but not so tight as to impede circulation.
Her wrists are cinched behind her;next I use an upper body arrangement which binds her elbows together, this is combined with rope below and above her breasts, forming a harness. Tina has a habit of speaking faintly and not looking directly at who she is speaking to. The later problem was corrected by attaching a five inch high leather neck collar; the speech would be addressed later.
As part of my ruse I call Rick on the cell informing him, “Tina is totally uncooperative and will be spending the night here, you can pick her up at 8:00”. Rudely I was interrupted by Tina yelling “that’s not true”, Rick chuckled before hanging up.
“I’ve heard enough out of your mouth” I announced before buckling a ball gag into place. Her displeasure was evident from her demeanor,again she made no effort to resist.
At this time my boyfriend, Karl arrived. We are on intimate terms and he would be spending the night with me. It had been agreed upon earlier with Rick that there would be no forced sex between the two, however when I emphasized “forced” he chuckled adding “maybe she will volunteer”. Karl has an interest in bondage; denying him a role in the session would be unthinkable.
Tina was visibly upset upon seeing Karl, more so after he announced that he was taking charge of the session and intended to “get a piece of the slut”. A crisis was brewing here, although his behavior ordinarily tends to be rowdy after drinking, I sensed thathe was becoming violent. Tina was sent to me for discipline, not to be raped or tortured.
“Right now you and I are going to make love on the bed, I’ll tie the slut in the closet and she can watch”, before I could respond he forced Tina to kneel in the closet, facing the bed. Another bungee cord was used to attach her elbow ropes to the clothes rack and her ankles were bound as well.
I attempted to resist as Karl tried to force me onto the bed, his reaction was to slap me across the face, force me onto my back on the bed, then using a pair of steel handcuffs my wrists werecuffed to the head board. It was now apparent that Karl had mixed some meth with the alcohol; on alcohol alone he tends to be rowdy but not violent, He had assured me earlier he wouldn’t imbibe, let alone take meth, but clearly that wasn’t the case.
“I’ll fuck you first then the slut”, he announcedbefore proceeding to pull up my dress and curl it above my head. My boots stayed on but my bra and panties were yanked off. I kept yelling for him to stop but it did nothing to calm him down.
After undressing himself he proceeded to bite my nipples, quite painfully, while simultaneously finger fucking my cunt, likewise in a most painful way. He then announced a change of plans, in that he would fuck Tina first, then “beat the hell out of me”.
By this time I wasterrified as I’ve never seen him act like this before. Our relationship would soon be terminated, but I was resigned to being the victim of a brutal sexual assault,or worse.
I was equally concerned about what he might do to Tina and how I would explain this to Rick. Karl then dragged Tina from the closet and forced her face down on the bed, removing her gag and collar, the later was then fastened tightly around my neck. It was quite apparent Tina would be pleasuring my cunt with her tongue, something that I had been planning to require as part of the therapy session.
Tina’s face was forced into my cunt as she lay on the bed, on her stomach. Using a dowel rod he delivered a vicious stroke to her buttocks, with a warning that more would follow if she failed to perform vigorously. Once again I begged for Karl to stop, his response was to stuff my panties into my mouth.
To her credit Tina’s performance was superb, at least from Karl’s standpoint, which is no easy task with your wrists and elbows bound behind you. I have always found cunilingus performed by a female to be highly pleasing, but such pleasure was devoid in this case due to the rigid head restraint imposed by the collar, coupled with the panty gag. Tina was required to perform for nearly ten minutes, consequently I had several involuntary orgasms.
With the oral portion complete, Karl positioned Tina, still bound, on her back and directly next to me on the double bed. What followed was grossly nauseating. Riding her like a bull, Karl wildly fucked her in a way that I have never experienced. The worst part was that the bitch was enjoying every second of it, as I lay helpless, handcuffed and with my panties in my mouth.
The bitch literally screamed in primal delight. She wasn’t faking, it was pure ecstasy for her; I’ve seen actresses in porn movies whose erotic sounds were of less intensity. Adding to his pleasure was that Tina proved to be a copious squirter; my bed sheet was covered with her fluids. Karl is well endowed and was delivering the high octane type of sex, of which Rick was incapable.
After fucking her for nearly five minutes, Karl withdrew from her,and thenremoved my handcuffs and gag. Tina unabashedly cried for him to resume sex with her. Continuing his whimsical ways, he announced he was departing, Tina would remain tied up. The bitch then continued her audacity by begging him to untie her, so she could accompany him. Without saying a word Karl dressed and then left my house, never would he be allowed to return.
With Karl’s departure, Tina’s fate was in my hands. She immediately begged for me to untie her, but my thirst for vengeance was overwhelming. I simply don’t have the temperament to inflict severe torture upon anyone; however I have no qualms about permitting someone else to do so.
That someone was my Aunt Mary, a professional dominatrix, who lives about two miles away. While I never saw her in action, she was reputed to be extremely sadistic and capable of breaking any submissive,her prowess enables her to command lucrative fees from clients.
Leaving Tina tied on the bed for the moment and out of ear range, I went to another room to make a call to Aunt Mary. It was embarrassing to relate my plight, but she was quite sympathetic. “It sounds like the bitch needs to be taught a lesson, if you transport her to my house she’ll be kept here for the night” she announced.
Tina was then informed of the transfer plans, however it was not mentioned that my aunt was a dominatrix. I assured Tina that the transfer was for her safety, as Karl might return at any time, not that she would have objected. Rick would be allowed to pick her up in the morning at the new location.
Tina expected that she would be untied and allowed to dress for the transfer, but I had other plans. Much to her dismay I reattached her ball gag before walking her, still tied and naked, to the garage where she was ordered to lie down on the floor of the rear seat of my Honda Civic. To further keep her under control her ankles were retied and she was blindfolded with a scarf.
The drive to Aunt Mary’s took less than ten minutes. Tina offered no resistance as I concentrated on driving in a most prudent manner; one does not wish to be stopped by the police with a bound and gagged nude female, in the car.
Mistress Mary immediately emerged from the house as I pulled into the driveway. Tina was quickly removed from the back seat, her blindfold removed, and walked into the house with Mistress holding one arm, while I held the other.
After catching her first glimpse of Mistress, Tina’s distress was greatly compounded. Mistress is a unique dominatrix in that she is 62 years old, nearly six foot tall plus heels, and habitually wears miniskirts with outlandish blond wigs, such was her appearance today.
Tina was immediately taken to the basement dungeon. Without saying a word Mistress adroitly untied her, and then proceeded to attach leather cuffs to each of her wrists and ankles. She was then attached, in spread eagled fashion, wrists to an overhead bar, her ankles to a thirty six inch spreader bar.
“You look quite comfortable, I’ll think I’ll keep you in this position for the rest of the evening”, Mistress stated matter of factly, prompting Tina to shake her head and plead with her eyes. Mistress continued, “I understand you really enjoyed being fucked by my niece’s boyfriend, well there is one thing you won’t like and that is being fucked by a woman with a strap on, I will make it as painful as possible, I think I’ll have you wear a fashion bra as well”.
The fashion bra was an adjustable torture bra, made of cloth and adorned with several protruding metal spikes on both cups. This requires the wearer to avoid any significant movement or suffer excruciating pain. Mistress fitted her with the bra and to demonstrate its function, gave it a strong tug backwards, predictably Tina cried out in pain.
Unfortunately Mistress had to leave within the hour for another appointment, so the session would be compressed. Tina and I would spend the entire night at the house, Mistress would be returning in the early morning hours.
Mistress then took a flogger and proceeded to give Tina, what she termed a “whole body workout”. This entailed at least fifty lashes, equally distributed to the front and rear of the body, and of progressively increasing intensity. Tina was covered with red marks, to further dishearten her Mistress quipped that the pain would persist for several days.
With time running short Mistress moved to the strap on phase, but not before covering Tina’s head with a lycra hood. It is her belief that being blindfolded heightens the anxiety of the submissive, as she cannot anticipate precisely when, or what the dominatrix will do next. Mistress prefers a series of rapid anal penetrations, followed by a pause, then a single thrust, continued with timing that is unpredictable.
Abruptly changing her plans Mistress decreed, “I really don’t have time for the strapon, I’ll just fist her cunt as that should be sufficiently painful, perhaps when I return I’ll do her asshole ”, before donning a latex glove, then inserting two fingers into Tina’s cunt. “No lube necessarythe slut is dripping wet”, she quipped. Soon all five fingers had made their way inside her shaved cunt, it was apparent that Mistress was experienced at this technique.
Tina was screaming through her gag, combined with the spiked bra she was wearing, her pain must have been unbearable. Adding to insult to injury, Mistress hummed the words to “Singing in the Rain”, the tune which gained sadistic notoriety in the movie“Clockwork Orange”. After about five minutes of manipulation Mistress withdrew the fist, smiling at Tina’s obvious pain.
As Mistress was in a hurry to leave, she announced that Tina would be confined upstairs. Before freeing her from the basement restraints, Mistress replacedthe ball gag with a single strip of black duct tape, which was first coated with super glue. “I don’t want you two talking while I’m gone, if I find the tape has been tampered with there will be severe consequences”, she warned.
Tina was then led upstairs to a bedroom and locked inside a steel cage; it is impossible to stand, she could only sit in an uncomfortably cramped position;her collar and torture bra were removed. Mistress smiled before announcing “I’ll be back in four hours” before departing. She entrusts me with the key to the cage but I am warned not to let her out for any reason.
It was becoming increasingly apparent that Mistress was a whimsical and extreme sadist. What idiosyncrasies might she spring next? To a degree I was beginning to feel sorry for Tina but was more concerned with my own safety; intuitively I sensed that Mistress would vent her sadistic talents upon me.
Soon after Mistress left my cell rang, not unexpectedly it was Karl. He was very apologetic and insistent, demanding really, that our relationship continue, yet in the same conversation suggesting that Tina be a part of our relationship. “I love a squirter”, he remarked.
I put him off, telling him that I would consider his request, but I wasn’t inclined to do so at this time. Rejecting his offer outright might cause him to do damage to my home, fortunately he didn’t know my present location. The mention of Tina could not help but exacerbate my feelings of hostility towards her.
My relationship with Karl has been symbiotic; he is well endowed and has provided the best coital sex of any male I’ve ever had relations with. In return I provide him with superb oral sex; my deep throat style defies comparison. Yet he is lacking in intellectual development, a mechanic by trade, his social life consists largely of drinking, being a sports fan, and of course sex.
While I would like to think Karl is monogamous, reality has shown otherwise. A few months ago I was ejected from a bar after threatening to assault a teeny bopper, knowing that she had recently been intimate with Karl. Other such reports have come to my attention, but I always forgave him.
Intuitively I knew the sexual chemistry between Karl and Tina was such, that it was only a matter of time before she seduced him, not that it would have required much effort. My contempt for her was well justified.
Mistress returned as scheduled and immediately I demanded that Tina be force fucked anally with the strap on, as agreed upon previously. Evidently my demand was too strident in tone for Mistress, as she immediately lashed out at me verbally, “I am a professional dominatrix and the services I’ve provided so far are worth at least five hundred dollars, for which I haven’t charged you one cent”.
Mistress continued her tirade by accusing me of being an ingrate niece, one who never stops by to visit unless wanting some favor, she also asserted that my overall demeanor indicated a lack of respect for her, from this point on I would be referred to as “bitch”, with Tina as “slut”. I would refer to myself as bitch in response to each query. “Is that understood?”, “Yes Mistress the bitch understands”, was my sarcastic reply.
The sarcasm incensed Mistress, who promptly remarked that I needed to be taught a lesson, before directing me to strip naked. When I hesitated, I was roughly forced down on my back upon the bed and my wrists handcuffed to the head board. She didn’t even have the courtesy to pull up my dress, instead it was shredded, along with my underwear, using a pair of heavy duty scissors. Once again my boots remained on.
This must have delighted Tina, who had a full view of the activity from inside her cage. Mistress then removed her from the cage and strapped a sundry dog collar around her neck, commenting that it was the cheapest one on sale at the local pet store, and was most becoming someone exhibiting canine tendencies.
To further humiliate Tina, Mistress strapped a face muzzle, with an attached cock gag, in place once again emphasizing that it was designed for canine types.
Mistress then placed a folding hotel style luggage stand over my head. Tina, her wrists now cuffed to the rear, was ordered to sit on the stand facing my feet, with the result being a near hermetic seal between her asshole and my mouth.
If that wasn’t enough Mistress inserted the metal hook of a bungee cord into my cunt, then attached the other end to the loop on the front of Tina’s collar. “Stand up slut”, she commanded, as Tina did so I cried out in excruciating pain. She was then ordered to sit down as Mistress chortled with delight, “I think I’ll keep you like this for a few hours”.
The sadistic fiend had done her job well; this was the most humiliating experience I’ve ever had. I was forced to remain perfectly still and was at the mercy of Tina, any movement on her part would result in more pain.
Mistress had even more in store for me. I was ordered to lick Tina’s asshole with my tongue until she climaxed. As Tina was a squirter, this meant my face would soon be covered with her fluids.To expedite Tina’s climax, Mistress taped a shallow penetration butterfly vibrator to her cunt and turned it on at low speed. For nearly fifteen minutes I labored with my tongue, the vibrator humming away, as Mistress stood aside, obviously delighted with the situation.
The musk and juices of her asshole were grossly repugnant, yet the alternative of further torture with the vaginal hook was too painful to contemplate. Finally Tina climaxed, showering my face with her ejaculate.
“A superb performance, I think I’ll bed both of you down for the night” announced Mistress, her face gleaming in delight. To accomplish this a leather collar was padlocked around my neck; Tina’s flimsy dog store collar was replaced with one identical to mine and padlocked as well. Mistress then reached down to the bed frame below the heard board and pulled up two chains, each about five feet in length.
Using another padlock, each chain was attached to our collar. We were thus forced to lie next to each other, unable to even stand up, however Mistress generously removed our handcuffs, leaving us restrained only with the collar chains. “You two will spend the night together like this and if I catch you fighting, you will both be flogged, hogtied and gagged as well”, Mistress snappedbefore leaving us unattended once again.
We had been chained so that we were unable to avoid our bodies touching one another. The prospect of strangling Tina with my bare hands was tempting, but I had no doubt Mistress would make good on her threats. Under the circumstances pillow talk was inevitable, with Tina the first to break the silence.
“ RebeccaI’m sorry I got you into this mess”, she murmured. “It’s not your fault”, I replied.
“Why do you hate me Rebecca?” she asked. I paused for a few moments before deciding to be candid about the matter.
“You are being selfish and unfair to Rick, you don’t work and you have him buy you everything, then you go and fuck around with some other guy, and I know full well that you want Karl for your own because he is so good in bed and I know Rick isn’t. Karl belongs to me even after what he did last night” was my response.
Tina seemed on the verge of tears as she told her side of the story, “Living with Rick is hell, you’re right he is not great in bed and wants me just as a sexual plaything and to do the housework. He fucks around with other women, last month he brought home some wealthy lawyer bitch, and I had to sleep in another bedroom while they made love”.
“You weren’t chained to the bed like you are now, were you?”, my quip evoked the only humor since the ordeal began.
I still wasn’t feeling sorry for Tina, she is a manipulative slut, the type who thrives on stealing some stud from a deserving woman.
At this point Tina embraced me with her arms and started to cry, it wasn’t easy suppressing the urge to laugh in her face. “Don’t worry Tina everything will be ok, now suck my tit like a good doggy slut”, I cooed.
Tina did not react to the slur and obligingly began sucking on my right nipple, were it not for the constraints imposed by our chains, I would have made her suck my asshole.
At this point Mistress entered the room, an angry look on her face. “You’re not here to make love to each other, I’ll fix that”, she proclaimed. Tina was unchained from the bed and had a black horses tail butt plug forced into her, along with a threat of severe punishment should the intruder somehow be dislodged.
Tina was then returned to the cage she occupied earlier. Her hands were cuffed in front of her to one of the bars on the cage. There was no danger of her escaping the cage; the handcuffs were purely for spite as Tina was required to sit without back support. Thankfully my restraints were not changed and relatively comfortable.
Mistress then turned up the volume on the Southern Gospel channel of the closed circuit Sirius XM system. “I am certain you will enjoy the non stop music for the rest of the night”, she chortled before turning out the lights and leaving us unattended again.
NARRATED BY MISTRESS:
It is always a pleasure to have two submissives confined for training, but in this case there were multiple issues. Tina had not consented to confinement and training; while she had consented to Rebecca’s discipline, emergency circumstances required a change of plans.
It was very tempting to push the slut to her limit, but not being acquainted with Rick, I wasn’t aware of his preferences. So far Tina’s punishments had been modest, with the fifty or so flogger lashes carefully calibrated so as not to inflict severe welts or pain, ordinarily a submissive receives at least twenty strokes with the rattan cane and most reach their breaking point.
Rebecca, my niece, was another matter; with the familial relationship militating against severe torture. However I was troubled by her seeming ingratitude for my professional services.
The paramount issue was that I was not being compensated for my services. I do not perform charity work, the only services I perform without charge, are those involving retribution.
I decided to call Rick and elicit his feelings on this matter. He had no interest in providing me with any tribute, neither was he particularly interested in my enhanced disciplinary methods, so it was agreed at 8:00AM that he would arrive at my home, Tina would then be released, along with Rebecca.
I’ve always enjoyed springing bizarre surprises on my submissives, so in this case I turned to Khalid, a bondage enthusiast and one of my associates. He is a graduate assistant at a local university, of Arab descent and customarily attired in a robe and turban. His particular fetish is oral sex with a restrained female.
Khalid readily accepted my offer and arrived within the hour, in his customary attire. Tina and Rebecca were quite surprised when they were rousted and ordered to stand at attention, their wrists cuffed behind them, their posture and cleavage was accentuated by connecting the cuffs to the rear of their collars.
“The gentlemen you are about to meet is a buyer for an Arab Sheik who has vacancies in his harem. Khalid will inspect you and touch you in any way he desires and may make me an offer, I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you resist or show any disrespect”. At this point Khalid entered the room and both sluts were in a state of abject terror.
As part of the ruse Khalid began mystically chanting with his hands folded in prayer position. “My offer for the brunette is five thousand dollars”, he announced. “No way, she goes for ten thousand”, I replied.
Khalid then simulated a call on his cell, engaging in a five minute animated discussion, in a foreign language, with the fictional sheik. He then hung up, declaring “I’m sorry no deal”. It took great effort on my part to avoid betraying the ruse.
“That’s unfortunate but I will honor my agreement that you can have your way with one of the two sluts”. “I want the tall one”, he replied.
“Bitch kneel”, I commanded, Rebecca knowing better than to resist, obligingly dropped to her knees, as Khalid dropped his pants. “You will hold my wad until I tell you to swallow, is that understood” he commanded. “Yes Sir” she replied, then strained for nearly five minutes to deliver oral sex, hands free, to his satisfaction.
Upon ejaculating, Khalid seemed to derive great pleasure from forcing her to retain the ejaculate in her mouth for nearly three minutes, before ordering it to be swallowed.
Before Khalid departed I secured the pair once again, but reversed their positions. Tina was permitted the relative comfort of lying on the bed, with her wrists attached to the headboard by leather cuffs. Rebecca was made to sit in the cage, her wrists cuffed to the overhead bars of the cage, assuring several hours of discomfort. The gospel music was turned back on.
After chatting with Khalid for a few minutes before his departure, I used some prescription Ambien to quickly induce some much needed sleep.
Upon awakening at 6:00AM, it was necessary to devote my attention to Tina. As Rick was scheduled to pick her up at 8:00, she would be required to deliver a “recital” in his presence. Hopefully this would impress him favorably with my professional competence, induce him to pay a tribute, and ideally to book Tina for another session.
Training Tina for the recital was not easy and with so little time left, I used a Pavlovian like method with electric shocks to her cunt-nearly thirty were required to overcome her recalcitrance. Rebecca remained in the cage, she would be dealt with after Tina’s departure.
At 8:00 Rick arrived and was shown to the living room. I led Tina from the bedroom and most certainly Rick was awed by the sight. Naked and led by a leash, she had been fitted with a tight collar. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and tied to the rear of the collar, forcing her breasts to be thrust forward. At my command she assumed a strict kneeling position and commenced with her recital.
“Sir Rick I am a useless slut and not deserving of someone of your stature. Mistress has shown me the error of my ways and if you take me back I promise to be loyal to you sexually and to obey your every order”.
Rick accepted her offer, then asked “How much do I owe you?”. I suggested three hundred dollars would be adequate, assuring him that it was below my normal rate and further that it included a thirty day warranty. At any time during that period, if he were not satisfied with her behavior, I would provide three hours of remedial discipline at no cost.
“What about the bitch Rebecca?, asked Rick. “She is confined to a cage at the moment but you may see her if you wish”, I replied. Rick upon confronting her denounced her as incompetent and treacherous, promising never to speak with her again.
Tina requested to speak with Rebecca but permission was denied. She was allowed to dress and left immediately in Rick’s company.
END PART 1