Interviews in Bondage

Interviews in Bondage

Thank you for opening my story: I hope you enjoy it. This is the final volume in the "Interview" tetralogy, but I have done my best to ensure that you can enjoy it without having read other three. If you do enjoy this tale, you might like to backtrack to

Interview with a Slavegirl

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Interviews in a Slave Trader's Lair

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Interviews in a BDSM Resort

. In this and all cases, ratings and comments are very welcome. It was a comment by a reader of the first volume that gave me the idea for this part of Sally's story.

Chapter One - Racked for Pleasure

It would be an exaggeration to say that Sally McElwee was frightened, for she knew that no lasting harm would come to her. She was apprehensive, for she expected that the mild sexual pleasure that she was experiencing would soon be replaced by pain. She also knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.

Sally was lying on her back on a large, thinly quilted platform, resembling a table-top. It was only wide and long enough to support her body, with a small extension for her head, which was slightly raised. It was supported by a single, adjustable post, and was easily strong enough to support the weight of two or three people.

Sally's arms and legs were chained to upright poles that were set in the concrete floor, and the effect was to stake her out in the "X" position, completely helpless. The chains were locked to stainless steel wrist cuffs and ankle irons, and she also wore a matching collar and waistband. She was not gagged or blindfolded, but she could not speak. A slow-release capsule injected into her throat had temporarily deprived her of that power, although she could make meaningless sounds.

Sally was held rigidly by the chains, but she was not stretched, and she felt no pain. If she pulled hard she could hear the links grinding and rustling together, and somehow she felt that reassuring. It meant that she would not fall off the table if Submaster Ben came to use her pussy, or if Submistress Jana used the knee rests to mount her face for cunnilingus. Neither of those things was likely happen in the immediate future. The pleasure, and pain, would all be Sally's.

Sally's wrists and ankles were also bound to the poles by two different types of rope, both made of natural fibres with known and predictable qualities. They were also very expensive, but had been supplied by the manufacturer as a free trial. When wetted, they shrank at different rates and became progressively more fragile. They would break before any damage was done to the bound person, and that applied to any use, so they could be safely used to tie hands behind backs, for instance.

Sally would be mildly and progressively stretched for about half an hour, until she was in considerable pain but not damaged. Then the first ropes would break, and for a few minutes she would be held by her chains. Then the second type of rope would repeat the cycle. The manufacturer was developing ropes that would work more slowly, and more quickly, so eventually it would be possible to keep the stretching and relaxing cycles going for many hours. Sally, who knew what was going to happen, thought that two would be quite sufficient.

The Submaster and Submistress had explained in some detail what they were going to do to her. It was not their usual practice, but they knew that she was a journalist who was intending to record her experiences, albeit for a very private readership. She knew, therefore, that as the first rope began to take over from the chain, and she began to feel it pulling her wrists, that the strain would get gradually worse over the next thirty minutes.

She could not stop it by confessing, or by volunteering valuable information. She was there for the experience, not to serve a useful purpose. Holidaymakers did all sorts of strange things. Some cooked themselves on beaches, lying in the sun until their skin turned brown and aged prematurely. Some jumped off bridges with elastic cords tied to their ankles, while others frightened themselves half to death by riding on stomach-churning rollercoasters. Thinking along those lines, Sally thought that being tortured on the rack was not such an eccentric choice.

Very soon, the stress turned into pain as the ropes pulled on her outstretched limbs. She knew that she was not going to be left alone for long, and two or three minutes later Ben and Jana came in to keep her company. They were very good at what they did, and their function this time was to give her sexual stimulation that would, to some extent, offset the pain that was being inflicted on her. Her responses were permanently enhanced, but for her week of incarceration she had been given powerful booster doses, while her pain tolerance remained unaffected.

As the stretching became more severe, Jana kissed her first, and then attached vibrating clips to her nipples. Ben, who as usual was erect and naked, began to rub her clitoris with the tip of his penis. The pair had custom-designed the experience for Sally, who in her capacity as a research scientist was interested in the relationship between sexual response and bondage; especially bondage that was strict enough to cause discomfort or pain.

Before the first ropes broke, Sally's pain had passed the point at which, had she been a spy or a terrorist, she would have confessed. She was trying, not to think of England (or Scotland, where she believed herself to be) but to explore with her mind the boundaries between the pleasure that was almost tipping her over into an orgasm, and the agony that was making her scream. The interplay between sensations was more complex because the nipple clamps alone inflicted both pain and pleasure.

She proved, then, that it was possible to climax under torture, and as she did so the first ropes broke, one at a time but all in the space of a few seconds. It was probably no coincidence, as although she could not move her arms and legs, the muscles contracted and put more strain on the fibres, which were on the brink of giving way. Once her arms were held only by the chains, she could jerk and writhe enough to break the ropes holding her ankles. Then, as the orgasm ebbed away, she could relax and enjoy the few minutes before the second bindings began to stretch her again.

Chapter Two - The Submasters' Circles

Sally's day job was working as a researcher for a wealthy individual called James Hanshaw. He had virtually blackmailed her into working for him, with the veiled threat that her role as a journalist would expose her to suspicion, and then to torture and enslavement. Journalism was now a kind of side-hustle, but in that capacity she had been made an offer that she could certainly not refuse. In return for some discreet publicity, she could have a free week in one of the Submasters' Circles, in which free persons could, for a limited period, reverse roles and experience slavery. She would also tour the associated but separate BDSM resort, while she was being prepared for her incarceration.

When the time came she was surprised at the distance between the resort and the facility, and as she was carried in a motorhome with frosted windows and sealed blinds, she had no idea where she was. As she was rendered unconscious for the transfer into the Circle, she never knew where the entrance was, either. She just knew that it was her habitat for the next seven days.

It did not appear in the advertising, but the Submasters' Circles were a disused and converted sewage works. The round concrete gravel beds had been cleared, lined, floored and roofed, with frosted and armoured windows above the level of the old walls. Smaller structures were built onto the rooves, and there was now a system of trenches between the circles to give access to the hidden entrances.

When Sally was inserted she was allowed a few minutes to explore the habitat, before she was joined by the slaves who would be her carers and users. She wandered about, slightly unsteady on her feet after the period of unconsciousness, aware that it had probably been used to inject her with a cocktail of drugs and treatments. Her wrists were locked behind her back.

She had been left in a central circle which served as a hall. All the other rooms were segments, some larger than others, of a ring, and all the doors were open except one, which was locked. She wandered into a quite spacious bedroom with the four-poster bed that seemed to be favoured by everyone who had an interest in sex-slavery. It was liberally provided with built-in chains. The room had chests of drawers and a wardrobe, but she did not attempt to open those, and there was very little other furniture.

A much smaller segment housed a shower room which opened both from the bedroom and the hall, and next to that was a "family" bathroom with a large shower stall which was more suitable for administering enemas. Then came the kitchen-diner, and then the locked segment which, she thought, probably contained some limited cooking and sanitary facilities. It meant that the plumbing was simplified by keeping it all on one side of the circle. On the other side there was a very spacious lounge with some deeply-cushioned sofas and chairs. There were also several posts between the floor and the ceiling. All the ceilings in the circle were opaque and a uniform ten feet high, which made the spaces seem larger than they were, and gave the rooms an old-fashioned look.

There were two remaining rooms. One was quite big and seemed to be a combination of playroom, gym and torture chamber. There were exercise machines, the common vaulting-horse-type structures over which slaves could be bound for sex or whipping, a horizontal and raised board that could be used as a rack or a massage table, a crucifix and a Saint Andrew's cross. Pulling at her wrist cuffs uneasily, Sally wondered how much of the equipment would be used on her during the coming week.

The remaining space was a cell, lined with stone cladding with big uneven (and reconstituted) stones for both flooring and ceiling, and chains hanging everywhere. There was no furniture except a bare shelf for a bed, and no sanitary facilities. Just outside there was a hose on a reel, so the space, and probably its occupant, could be hosed clean from time to time. It was the only room with no windows. All the others had a strip of frosted glass, beginning about seven feet from the floor. Even if they had been transparent she would not have been able to look out. The circle would be her world for the next week.

Apart from the cell, the habitat could have been used as a residence, like a bungalow. It did, however, have some unusual features. Most of the rooms had a motorized pulley attached to the ceiling in some convenient place, such as over the bed. All had generous numbers of rings and staples set in the walls, floors and ceilings. What was more remarkable, however, was the rail system. It was not unique- Sally had read about such things in novels- but she had never seen one, even in the resort which she had left that morning.

The idea was very simple. Set in the floors, whatever they were made of, was a steel channel, rather resembling two railway lines placed half an inch apart. Just below the surface was a wider space in which a metal ball could slide with minimum friction, pulled by a chain passing through the channel to connect with the ankle of a slave living in the circular dwelling. The steel channels joined in a small circle in the hall, with branches leading into every room, ending roughly in the centre except in the living room, where there was a "T" junction to deal with the larger size.

The chains provided- and there were two permanently in place- were long enough to allow the wearers access to every part of the circle, including the part that was behind a locked door when Sally arrived. She did not wear one herself, but she would always be in other forms of restraint. The system allowed two chained slaves to work together, and the circular channel in the hall allowed them to change places, and to manoeuvre around one another to go into different rooms.

Slaves acting the parts of masters and mistresses- "submasters" and submistresses"- would move about at will with only a slight handicap, but would still be constantly reminded of their servile status, and would always be prevented from making a bid for freedom when the entrance was open, or smashing their way out through the ventilation or heating systems. As a further precaution they were locked in the closed room when they did not have a guest, and Sally had just a few minutes to look around before the door was opened by remote control, and she heard the rattle of chain as they emerged into the hall and advanced towards her, for she was still in the gym.

Sally then beheld her two custodians for the first time. She had not chosen them from a catalogue, or even specified their sex. Her hosts had picked them for her, using what knowledge they had of her tastes, likes, dislikes and fantasies. The man in charge- her submaster- was an imposing black man; taller than she and broader without being plump or fleshy. He was handsome with a strong face, piercing eyes and full but firm lips. It was impossible not to notice that he was fully erect. He was naked except for a ring around the top of his scrotum and the single ankle-iron to which his chain was attached. It was not locked, but had been hammered shut by a blacksmith.

Sally was glad to see that her other custodian was a woman. The submistress was white- in fact very pale- and about her height, and equally busty. She was a little fleshy, and her buttocks were quite large, but her face was very pretty in a "girl next door" kind of way. Both were older than Sally, who estimated the male at about forty and the woman about thirty. Unlike the male, the woman wore wrist cuffs, so presumably he restrained her when he used her for sex.

What struck Sally first was the amount of noise made by their chains; a combined rattle and scrape, and a lower note as they rubbed on the wooden flooring. The last of those sounds was constant whenever they moved, for there was always loose chain to give them the slack they needed to reach the corners of the rooms. Somehow, it did not diminish their authority, but gave them a slightly sinister air, identifying them not only as her jailers, but as the permanent custodians of the habitat.

Chapter Three - In Chains

At first, the couple who introduced themselves as Ben and Jana seemed taciturn, moving about Sally and exploring her body with their hands, remarking to one another on her breasts, buttocks and thighs, and saying generally complimentary things about her face.

Never compromising security, they removed the cuffs which held her wrists behind her back, and replaced them with the "house style" that Jana wore, complete with a collar and a waistband. Her wrists were still behind her, and in addition she was hobbled with a foot of chain. Ben remarked to Jana that it was the shortest length that would allow him to slip between her legs when her ankles were crossed, in order to use her body for his pleasure. Given the small size of the habitat, she could move quickly enough with an awkward, shuffling gait, or a much slower, mincing walk.

They took her to the bedroom where there was a full-length mirror, and Ben stood behind her, holding her elbows together, and they admired the way her breasts were thus pushed forward. They made her lie on the bed, then, and sat on either side of her, each kneading one of her breasts, while Ben gave her a little lecture in his deep, resonant voice.

"There aren't many rules that you need to know," he began, "because you won't have the physical freedom to break them. You should address us both by our full titles- 'Submaster' and 'Submistress'- at least once a day, but otherwise, 'master' and 'mistress' will do. If we leave you free to do so, you should kneel when we re-enter the room.

"We've been told that you'll want to write about your experiences here. You have complete liberty to express yourself, but not to whom you express yourself. I'm sure you know that already. We know that you can't speak, and that as a journalist you probably have many questions that you'd like to ask. We've been told to talk to you much more than we normally would; to explain what we're doing and why we're doing it."

"He hesitated for a moment then, probably not knowing how much to tell her then, and how much to leave for later. Sally guessed that he was probably quite a taciturn man, and spoke as rarely as possible to most of the clients. "You might be wondering why we're fondling your breasts, when you should be concentrating on what we're telling you. It's partly because we like doing it. You are here for our sexual pleasure, not your own. It's also partly to drive home the message that you are here for sex, and that anything else- including conversation- is secondary. Lastly, I'm keeping my hands on you because, as far as we know, you aren't used to being groped by black men."

She was mildly offended at the suggestion of xenophobia, but he did have a point, and it was probably a good idea to give her a chance to get used to him. They were both very skilful in the way they handled her nipples, for it was all too easily to be too firm. By the time he'd finished Sally was becoming aroused, and wishing she could beg for his cock, or at least for hands and fingers in her most private places. They were used to reading the signals, however, and Ben turned her away from him, bending her legs up to drive his shaft into her vagina, and the sheer joy of it took her breath away.

Sally half-expected to cum within a minute or two of being penetrated, but the treatments that had been imposed on her did not work quite like that.

To simply make it easier to cum would have been like reducing the pressure at which the safety valves of a boiler open, so the orgasms would have been more frequent but less intense. Males would have been rendered more vulnerable to premature ejaculation. The highly secretive laboratory scientists and technicians that served the BDSM community and the underground sex trade aimed to enhance sensation but to keep it bottled up for longer, then allowing- indeed enforcing- great waves of overwhelming climaxes.

Since entering James' employment she had received some of the older, inexpensive and more basic treatments, but the resort had given her a short-term booster that doubled and redoubled their effects, so with Ben thrusting into her and grasping her breasts, and Jana kissing her while fingering her clitoris, she was desperate for an outlet for the feelings that surged through her body. When she did start cumming she thrashed and writhed with such energy that Ben held her so tightly that he almost squeezed the breath from her lungs, and Jana came very close against her, sandwiching her between them.

She thought it was probably the longest and most intense series of orgasms that she had ever experienced, but then she thought that every time something different happened. As she subsided she felt utterly spent; ready to curl up in her bondage and sleep for a few hours, but that was not going to be allowed. Ben had not cum, even if he had he would not have lost his erection. He simply slid out of her vagina and into her bottom, guiding himself with one hand while the other was rolling a nipple between finger and thumb. She felt him licking one of her ears, while Jana's tongue was still probing her mouth.

Right at the beginning of her week in slavery, they were teaching her an important lesson. They would be happy to watch and feel her in the throes of uncontrolled sexual ecstasy, but they would take their own pleasure from her as well, whenever they wanted. Ben sodomized her for a good fifteen minutes, and after that they lay her on her back for her face to be mounted by Jana. Sally was expected to work with her lips and tongue, delivering cunnilingus for as long as required, which was another twenty minutes or so. She did receive some encouragement, as Ben used his fingers on her pussy lips and around her clitoris, but he did not attempt to bring her to orgasm again.