The idea came up after returning from Beyond Leather and having some information that I didn’t want to volunteer to him. I knew if I would share, the knowledge would be used against me.
We planned it for this past Sunday, my first free weekend in a month and on Victoria Day weekend. Since we’ve been together for just under 3 years now, we didn’t have to worry about negotiating. He already knows my limits and can read my body better then anybody else. A lot of the time, he will know something is wrong or when to stop before I do. However, for those who are going to do an interrogation scene, please heavily negotiate before and if possible, do it with someone who knows you well.
I had an idea of how the scene would go but I was completely wrong. He started off by getting everything set up before putting the straight jacket on me, putting metal ankle cuffs on, a cloth bag over my head, and rope around my mouth to secure it. I started off bratty, he told me to get down on my knees and I disobeyed before he did that for me. He grabbed me and told me to stay still for a moment. I took the opportunity to attempt to hide (you can’t hide in my little dungeon). When he came back, he started the interrogation, explaining that I could simply give him the information that he desired or be tortured. He was an American and I was the “innocent” Canadian. I refused to which didn’t go over well. He took this harsh implement that we have, that leaves a tire tread mark on the part that you hit (here is the link, if you are interested) Without a warm up and with the frame of mind I was in, it killed. The string and impact was intense and after only a couple of hits, I could feel my ass burning and I burst into tears. I kept denying him the information that he wanted and he proceeded to hit me over and over again.
I had the hood on and the more I was crying and drooling, the harder it was to breath. At some points, it was a huge effort to get enough air in. After making my ass red, he let me calm down a bit while I heard him grab the latex sheet. The next thing I knew, I was being placed on top of it. He took his boot, pressed it on my ass and kept asking me this whole time that it would be okay to give in, no one would blame me but I kept staying strong. I was resting on the sheet, catching my breath when he mentioned that I looked too relaxed and started dropping water over the bag. I slipped a bit out of the space as it tickled until I was suddenly put back into interrogation mode when my breathing was being controlled again.
Once I was on the sheet, I heard him rumpling around and the next sensation I felt was a tack being blown into my ass (it’s a fun toy that is designed for kink purposes) He continued to blow more and more tacks into me as I struggled, trying to protect myself. Some of them would really hurt but some weren’t too bad. I’m not sure at the number of them that were in but when there was a fair amount in, he stood up and pressed his boot into them causing sensations of pain and intensity to run all over my body. He seemed satisfied with the results so far but thought that more would get me to talk. He continued to shoot more and more into me and by that time, I was breathing hard with the bag still on. The intensity of the play, my whole head space and the heat from the straitjacket started to take its affects physical on me and I felt like I was going to be sick. Luckily my interrogator didn’t want that, released me from the straitjacket and gave me some water before moving on too phase B.
Tags: BDSM, Interrogation, PG
