Background
I am a soldier/spy caught and captured on the wrong side of the border. I am to be questioned, interrogated and tortured to find out why I was there. You, the Domme are the interrogator as BDSM, humiliation and sex has become an effective tool to get answers from prisoners.
I am naked, on a bed, ankles tied to bedposts. My hands are in restraints above my head. There is a pillow under my back, and a towel under me. I am blindfolded....
The Interrogation Begins
I struggle and squirm a little in the restraints, concluding I can't get up or away. I think the room is dark, but not really sure. I try to look around, even though I'm blindfolded, trying to use my other senses to figure out where I am or what's happening around me. After what seems like an hour, I hear a door open and the sound of footsteps, the clicking of high heels. Now I'm sure someone else is in the room as well.
I move my head to where I think the woman might be but the room is still silent. I can feel her breath at my ear. "
It seems like I'm going to have some fun with you, hmmm
" She says. Then it seems like you move away.
"
What do you mean?
" I ask, fearful as to what was about to happen to me.
"
Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find out why you were captured, on our side, spying on us perhaps, hmmm
" You say as you walk around the room, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
"
Really, I got lost, please let me go
" I plead with you.
"
Not quite yet, I'm going to have some fun with you first
" You say, "
Questions in a little while
"
With my mouth open, you stuff a cloth into my mouth, then tie it place, snugly around my head. Fear rushes through my head. I don't know what is about to happen to me. Your hands run all over my body, your fingernails making me shudder and squirm in my restraints. At time the fingernails almost dig into me, almost scratching me, at times they almost tickle me especially at the bottom of my feet and my inner thighs.
"
I'm just getting started
" you whisper in my ear.
Your hands move to my chest. Grabbing at my nipples, pinching, twisting them. I try to move again at my restraints, but can't. I moan, and try to talk through the gag, but only muffled sounds get out. Small clips are attached to my nipples, they pinch and grab into me. I can feel a small chain, laying on top of me, maybe they are connected. My nipples start to throb some.
"
Ready to talk now?
" you ask me.
I nod my head up and down in an exaggerated motion.
"Hmmm, not quite yet" as you slowly pull on the chain attached to my nipples.
I try to move my chest outward as the tension is increased, but can only go so far, so that it won't hurt as much. But you keep the tension the whole time. All of a sudden the chain drops down to my chest. I'm breathing heavy, but as the tension is now released, I try to relax and catch my breath. I try not to think about my nipples as the clips continue to dig into me.
Your hands move to my crotch, grabbing and cupping my balls. I've started to get hard, but unsure how hard. I feel some soft whacks on my cock up and down the shaft. Every so often a quick hard whack and I try to move, trying to move my legs to protect myself, perhaps instinct.
You chuckle at my whimpers, as you seem to enjoy your work on me. I can feel something going around my balls, string I think. Then the string is tied in place, around my balls a few times very snugly. My balls seem to swell. Some soft whacks on my tied balls, repeatedly, making them sting. Then it all stops and there's silence. I try to look around, but I'm still blindfolded. Whack! What seemed to be something flat and wooden came down hard on my balls. I try to scream, but the screams were muffled by the cloth in my mouth.
You take the flat wooden item, what I think might be a ruler and run the corner up the bottoms of my feet. I twitch and squirm as I'm somewhat ticklish. One foot then the other, back and forth. I can hear more quiet chuckles from you. You are enjoying yourself in my torment. You reach down to my balls, then they are being pulled down towards the foot of the bed. The tension is kept constant, for a while, I think it's tied off.
I hear your footsteps leaving the room. I try to relax, take a break and catch my breath. The pinching on my nipples and the pulling on my balls are keeping my mind distracted and spinning. I try to think of something else, think of what I can say when she comes back, what answers she is looking for. Anything so I can be let go. I seem to almost doze off, for what seems to be 20 minutes, I'm not really sure.
All of a sudden the clips from nipples are removed, one at a time. I cringe at the pain, my muffled moans barely escaping the gag. I now realize you've returned.
"
Are you ready to talk now?
" you ask in my ear. "
If I release the gag, no screaming or you'll regret it.
"
I nod, yes, a few times. You loosen the tie holding the cloth in, around my head. I turn my head towards you, or at least where I think you are. "
Please it hurts, please let me go
" I say, taking deep breaths.
"
So, what were you doing?
" you ask me. "
What were you looking for?
"
"
Really, I went for a run, and got side tracked, I must have taken a wrong turn