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February 2010 MVK

BDSM, D/s, Events Tagged with: D/s, Interrogation, MVK, PG

Feb 072010

It’s been a couple of months since I went to MVK. I couldn’t make the December one and there wasn’t one in January.

The evening started out with PG picking me up and us attending the resistance play workshop. The workshop was a lot of fun and people were encouraged to try various moves on each other. After learning some new moves including a couple on how to block people when they try to take me down.

The workshop ended early and we had a bit of time to catch up with some friends. After the dungeon was set up, we planned on playing as the original plan was to have an early night. We set up on the medical table and I was tightly bound to it. We ended up delaying our scene as a scene auction going on and we simply enjoyed watching it. It was fun having a bit of play while watching and the MC did a great job of raising money and promoting play. PG ended up on bidding on a scene to have a wonderful female join us for the interrogation scene we were doing that night. Due to the popularity of many of the people being auctioned, we schedule doing the scene with her for another night. I’m looking forward to it as I’m sure it will fun and intense.

The auction was over and we started on the scene. The story behind it was that I was rigging the gold medal Olympics game to make sure Canada would win. PG was a citizen who supported fair play and was trying to get the password out of me to unlock my plan. The scene was fun. Since I was already bound during the auction, he tried getting the information out of me by using vampire gloves all over my body. He was going harder than usual and some of the marks are a bit deep. He would put the blanket over me to keep me warm (unfortunately there was no heat in the building that night) and to keep me in suspense. The vampires gloves did a good number on me and had me struggling and fighting against the bounds. After he was satisfied with the marks on me, he started playing with the clothes pins. He has these plastics ones which are particular evil. I could see that he was properly going to end up doing a zipper on me.

Unfortunately around that time there was a distracted that interpreted the scene. I ended up having to take a break because of it. After we talked a bit, we decided to continue and not let that end things. During the time we took a break, he untied my legs and arms to give me time to rest. We continued but the first part was to get me bound again and under his control. I still had rope wrapped around me and the top part of the bench but my legs and arms were free. It was fun, I put up a good fight so he couldn’t completely get me bound for a bit. We probably fought for a good 15 minutes before he had my legs and arms where he wanted them. We continued the scene and he managed to get 66% of the password with nipple torture and other things. Unfortunately, we had to call the scene short for a couple of reasons.

We ended up thinking we were going to leave and headed outside. We talked a bit outside the dungeon, debriefed and we decided to go back in and play. We ended up finding an empty spot on the cross and jumped on it. Before the scene started he told me to kneel down and put my collar on, which creates a completely different mind space. He clipped me onto the cross and worked on my ass until it was beautiful shades of pink and red. After I was nice and deep into subspace, he took me down, we cuddled and then decided to go home to continue the aftercare.

Overall, it was a good night. We had a bit of a bump but we were able to talk about it and ended up having a wonderful second scene. We both got the aftercare and comfort that we needed. It was our first interrogation scene in public and a good learning experience for the both of us. A good part about ending the interrogation scene was that he still has to get the last of the password out of me, we will continue the mission of him trying to get the rest of the password today.

There was this contraption set up in my living room from two of the hard points in my ceiling, the chains came running down and attached were all these carabiners and these two big heavy straps. One at a time, one leg went in and was secured to the chain and then the other. It was like being in a swing. After my legs were secured, he attached a back portion to it. Interrogation is hot but not when you fall backwards. After that portion was secured, he took suspension cuffs and attached them to the chain, the first thing I thought of was that I can get out of this but he noticed right away and used handcuffs to secure the D-ring to the chain above. He started out phase B by taking vampire gloves and working my ass over between the tacks that were still in, leaving scratches all over and on my inner thighs. Some of the tacks came out and I could feel the blood dripping down my ass. I heard some rumping around and then felt the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced on my nipples, it felt like my nipples were being twisted off, stretched and abused. He did the right one first and then continued to the left. He left them on for about 5 minutes (it seemed so much longer) until be took them off hurt. The pain from taking them off was excruciating, more then putting them on. I thought I was going to give up right then. Once I caught my breath for a moment, he said he was going to do it again. Before he could, I gave in and said I would tell him after going back and forth for a couple of minutes.

*Note: The thing he used on my nipples was to castrate pigs and other animals. It’s these small rubber circles that come with this metal tool that stretches them out. PG picked it up at a kinky swap meet from some very good friends. I didn’t know about it till Sunday. Thank you

After telling him where the paper was, he proceeded to ask me what was on it and the items that I didn’t want him to know about. He enjoyed the ideas and unfortunately it looks like we have a new punishment (not the good type) for the future. I had no idea how long the scene last but apparently it last about 2 hours before I gave in and told him.

There was one thing that I wanted to know about though, he was giving me hints about one of the things that he was going to do involving fire. He asked me if I wanted to be told it or experience it and of course I chose experience it. He did it nicely since I was well worked over. He took tea candles and put them on a stool, just above my suspended ass. The heat rose and started to burn. If the nipple thing didn’t make me give in, this surely would.

After I gave in, he held me in the sling before taking the tacks out of my ass. I’ve never had so many in before and they killed coming out. Blood was dripping and tears were running down my face. After all of them came out, he took me down, cuddled with some blood all over us and we basket in our post play glow and orgasmed.

It was a great scene overall but completely different from play we usual do. I felt like I was some place else with the bag over me and him interrogating me. It didn’t feel like him at most points (which was a good thing). There wasn’t the usual subspace high that I usually experience but a different high from resisting, the pain. We talked about it afterwards and he purposly didn’t touch me and created a distant between us that made this type of scene worked. What a unique and fun way to spend our long weekend, I can’t wait to do another interrogation scene again.

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.