Femdom Interrogation Reading

Slave Addy shares a twisted imagination with me and wanted to do a session whereby I played an evil villainess who had captured him. Being a big fan of Marvel, DC and fantasy this was right up my street!

I often like to play a little music in my sessions to create an atmosphere and the choice largely depends on my mood. This time however I felt a soundtrack of a rain storm accompanied by thunder would be just perfect. Haven’t you always felt electrified and full of energy during a thunderstorm? Well maybe not…some people find thunder quite fearsome so either way the soundtrack was going to add a certain vibe to the session.

Before we began I tied Addy to a chair – nice and tight with his ankles and wrists restrained and a blindfold obscuring his vision. I kept the room lit dimly and imagined it was a small cavern, hidden deep under the city. A place of torment and terror. My – this was going to be fun!

Ankles restrained with rope

With Addy restrained, I slipped out of the room to let him absorb the atmosphere for a couple of minutes and get into role. Addy by the way is very good at role play and we bounce off of one another beautifully. I can always fully immerse myself into my character when I’m sessioning with him and he definitely brings out the best in me.

When I returned to the room, right on cue Addy began to struggle with his ropes. I slapped him round the face and mocked him scornfully for thinking he could escape my restraints.  Then I turned on lady seductress, stroking his cheek and whispering in his ear. On the spot I decided that Addy was a secret agent called Agent X and that I needed codes to get into a building to access a secret formula. To string it out and make it much more fun, I decided that I would tease, torment and torture him for one of four digits each time. This way it would be easier to give up one number, then another, and by the end he would be ruined but also hypnotised and brainwashed and therfore ready to hand the information over to me.

So the seduction continued with me dragging my nails softly down his chest and then I gave him a lap dance that he would remember only by touch but not by sight…. seeing that he was blindfolded.  I saw him stiffen in the trouser department and I whispered “Are you ready to give me the code Agent X? I can make this easy for you….you don’t need to suffer…that much…if you comply.”

“I will never relent.” he he replied angrily pulling his face away and raising his chin angrily.  “I will NOT give you the codes! It is against my ethics!”

“That’s ok” I said gently stroking his cheek “I am glad you refused. That just makes it all the more fun for me when I start torturing you!”

I took a pair of scissors and ran them over Agent X’s chest. He started to shiver and protest – all the usual kind of questions and statements your victims come out with when you need a secret formula and their life is on the line “What are you doing?” “You won’t get away with this!” it excited me even more to hear him protest!

Laughing manically I cut through his t shirt, then his trousers and underpants. The trousers I cut into a little skirt as I wanted to emasculate him and make him feel more feminine as I abused him.

His erection was sticking up against the skirt and I taunted him that perhaps he had planned to get captured as he couldn’t resist my villainish charms….that he was aroused by an evil women and would eventually become like a little loyal puppy in my hands….desperate to please.

I pulled his blindfold off and looked him in the eyes as I spoke. Of course he denied all these things and whilst he is a convincing actor I could see that it was exactly what he wanted!

I took up my beautiful leather flogger and trailed it over his body, lulling him, softening him, and then cracked down with it across his thigh, just skimming his balls. To give him his due he barely flinched. With that in mind I cracked the next one down hard on his man bits causing him a sweet agony…but I already had my gloved leather hand over his mouth before he could cry out.  I switched back to sweet and sensual, coaxing him to get a digit…..his body tensed and he refused me…I took a riding crop in my hand and administered a few well placed strikes…..the first digit was given to me.

At this point I decided he would be my bitch and engraved it upon his body.

Writing on chest

I told him he was a good boy and stroked his hair and looked into his eyes and said that it’s all a matter of perspective. That he had something I wanted that’s valuable to me and that I’m prepared to do anything to get it. I then asked him if his life was valuable to him. He said yes. I said…”Would you do anything to keep it…?” I could see him start to waver….

Agent X was starting to develop Stockholme syndrome I could see that clearly, the look of longing in his eyes, and despite the protest the surge of blood to his nethers every time I laid even a finger on him, pain inflicted or otherwise. I knew at this point, even though he wasn’t ready to give up the code just yet, he would be like a puppy, taking his punishment. Not that puppies should ever be punished…only men!

Agent X bent over the bed as commanded. For the next hour he had his posterior spanked, his face smothered with my panties and breasts and was cropped in places that would cause more than a searing pain!

 

restrained SubI was breaking him down bit by bit, he was becoming more and more compliant, more eager to please and remembering his identity and his cause less. At this point I took away the privilege of speech and normal human interaction and told him that he would be my special pet. I dressed him in a leather collar and attached a lead. I started with easy tasks such as walking to heel, begging and sitting. Then I had him snuffle my feet and bark. he was thirsty and hungry but I told him he could only drink water that had been in my mouth, food that I had already chewed. I sipped and chewed and dribbled the recycled food into his mouth and he ate like a starving wolf. My little puppy was coming along leaps and bounds. Once I grew tired of his yaps, yaps and woofs, I tied him to the bed and lit 6 tea lights. They melted as I punished his nipples with my fingers and a whip. I took up a tea light and slowly drizzled it over his chest…around his nipples, down his chest towards his cock and balls.  I generously spilled a good layer of wax onto his cock and balls and casually asked “What’s the 3rd digit Agent?” I think he had forgotten where he was and what was happening as without thinking he blurted “Seven” and then I could see him admonishing himself…but only for a moment before I placed the hitaachi wand on his balls and rewarded his honestly and loyalty with some good vibrations.

I bound Agent X to the bed after a little teasing. I didn’t want my bitch becoming too familiar with me, so I reminded him that I was not a force to be reckoned with by introducing a little cock and ball torture…a few sharp fingernails, a pinwheel and a paddle were all useful…but none as effective as giving his balls a good old fashioned squeeze!

I carried on his punishment till I could see he was flagging and then I dressed my hands in a pair of scarlet red leather gloves. I started to stroke his cock which twinged in appreciation. As I stroked it with my gloves I told him that all I needed was one last digit to experience the sweetest release form his suffering…”I…..it…it’s…it’s 3″ he whispered.

“Good boy. Now I am going to drain you. When I take a man’s semen I take all his strength and some of his memories. It’s my power. You will remember some of this…but you will think you escaped….you won’t remember giving me the codes. You must tell your fellow agents that you escaped without handing anything over. Do you understand? I asked him.

“Yes, yes I understand” he agreed with me hypnotically.  Of course I could have dispensed with Agent X but I was sure I could use him at some point in the future as he was so compliant and easily brainwashed. I could do with the services of a good agent with a scientific background, so for that reason alone he lived…and because he is fairly easy on the eye. I finished draining the agents power….part of his power absorbed through my hand. That’s why I wore leather gloves. If I had bare hands my power is so strong I would have absorbed his very life force and killed him. Another smaller and less significant part of his power spilled over his stomach in a sticky pool.

I threw some ragged clothing at him and told him not to forget  that he had escaped,  then I whispered to him and winked before slamming the door in his face “Till next time!”

 

 


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