Interrogation Inter Alia

INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter One

Invitations to Mistress Emma’s parties were always keenly sought especially when the theme was Interrogation Night. I’d been to several in the past although only ever as a spectator and never as the person interrogated. They were always a lot of fun to watch even if it was often obvious the hapless slaves interrogated had no information at all to divulge and the staged scenes merely played to their masochistic desires. Even though I didn’t regard myself as a masochist, or even as a slave for that matter, I would have frequent and intense fantasies for weeks after these parties. What made them so intense is whenever I had these fantasies I imagined the secret information that had to be teased and tormented from me was actually very real and not make-believe. Doing this not only made the interrogation fantasy more vivid and stimulating; it set off a chain reaction of other tantalizing thoughts of humiliation and worse that might result as a consequence of the interrogation. Specifically, as time progressed, I developed a profound desire to be interrogated in such a way that I’d ultimately reveal the contact details of Steven Miller.

Steve was the maintenance and grounds supervisor at Eastlake Golf and Country Club; the same place where I worked as executive secretary to Larry Blake, the club’s general manager. I’d known Steve for a number of years both professionally and occasionally socially, especially after his divorce, and had long been aware of his barely concealed sexual interest in me. He’d approached me privately a couple of times in attempts to solicit a date but I always politely turned him down and suggested it was for reasons of maintaining professionalism in our relationship. The truth was I never saw him as attractive in the traditional sense of the word. He was a hulking, slightly-balding bearded man with nicotine-stained teeth and an odor about him that was an unpleasant mix of sweat masked by cheap deodorant and onion breath. His leathery-skinned face and arms were weathered by thirty or more years of outdoor work in the sun and his large, calloused hands had gnarled fingers that were always dirty under the nails. Paradoxically it was all of these flaws in his physical appearance that made him appear as the most desirable sort of man in many of my fantasies in which I’m forced to submit.

I’d spoken in confidence with Mistress Emma many times about my mixed feelings toward Steve. She usually responded with typical nonchalance that I should simply tell him the truth and see where the cards fall. She had even once suggested I give her Steve’s number and permission to make my fantasies about him a reality. It was with this thought in mind that I replied to her Interrogation Party invitation with the following email:

Dear Mistress,

Thank for, as always, for your kind invitation. I have always appreciated the way you have invited me to your parties in the past even though I’ve been reluctant to participate in any of the public play at them. By way of thanks, and to this end, I’d like to volunteer to be among the people chosen to play the role of the interrogation subject. I’m a little uncertain as to how the game is played so, if you are agreeable that I may play, please let me know what I should do next.

I sat for a few minutes with my finger poised to send the email while I contemplated the words on the screen. Foremost in my mind was the realization that, once sent, I’d almost certainly be locked into the game. It was a thought that immediately filled me with a light headed tingle and simultaneously an unnerving sense of the foreboding. Once I clicked send the rush of fear and excitement that went through me stole my breath and pushed me instantly to the brink of an orgasm. I remained in this state for the entire hour it took to receive a reply from Mistress Emma:

Hi sweetie,

It will be an absolute pleasure to interrogate you! Here is how the game is played so read the instructions very carefully and, if you are still willing to play, reply as per the instructions.

The instructions appeared to be simple and straightforward. For my part all I had to do was compose a brief description of the *secret information* I had in mind and how willing I might be to keep it secret. This in effect was a statement that addressed my limits for the activities during the interrogation. The instructions then acknowledged that interrogation games, by their nature, often require the interrogator to know in advance the answer to any question they ask. Thus, once the information is divulged in full, the interrogation is complete. This in effect acts as a *safe-word* to the game. The instructions then went on to say that those interrogated sometimes supply information they think they’ll never divulge in an attempt to successfully and masochistically endure the three hour session. A warning then followed that stated if a player supplies information in advance (their safe-word) and during the interrogation has second thoughts about revealing it, their only recourse is to endure the full session.

This warning obviously had to be considered in conjunction with the interrogation limits that were to be provided and so I replied:

Dear Mistress,

We’ve spoken in the past about Steven Miller (the maintenance guy at work) and you’ve offered to make my fantasies about him a reality. Even without knowing how you might go about this, the first step would need to be for me to divulge his contact details. I reveal them here for your information but need to clarify that if in the event I don’t reveal these details during the interrogation you’ll understand I’ve changed my mind about making those fantasies a reality at this time.

I paused for a moment to consider the caveat I’d created. It felt like a loophole that needed to be closed and the only way I could see to do that was to make sure the limits I set were such that the interrogation would be as real as possible. Mistress Emma already knew most of my limits but I was prepared to give her more freedom and so I continued:

When we’ve played privately in the past there have been a number of activities that you know to be hard limits for me. Please see the attached revision of this list.

The revised list lifted the prohibition of several activities that frequently occurred in my fantasies but which I had never consented to in reality. Whether or not Mistress Emma would ultimately decide to include any of these remained to be seen and the uncertainty caused an overwhelming sensation of excitement. All that now remained was to eagerly await the party.

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