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 Author: anonymouse
Title: Interrogation Inter Alia
Part: 9
Keywords: Fdom/F, M/F, BDSM, Humil, blackmail

   INTERROGATION INTER ALIA - Chapter Nine
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   Steve replied with a loaded question:

   *Why do you ask, Ingrid?*

   I watched the screen breathlessly as Mistress Emma replied:

   *I have to ask - it's one of the rules of the game my friends and I are
playing.*

   Steve indicated his interest to hear more although he didn't appear to
realize the game was still in play.  Mistress Emma continued:

   *Well, before the game started I had to give the name of somebody I knew
who I thought would enjoy playing with me...*

   I cringed guiltily at the subtle double-entente of the word *playing*
even though I was sure Steve would take it literally to mean the game
itself.  Steve expressed pleasant surprise and replied:

   *And you picked me?  Tell me more...*

   *Yes, I picked you, Steve.*

   *Why me, Ingrid?*

   It was difficult to determine from the plain text exactly what thoughts
were in Steve's head at that moment.  Mistress Emma then typed with
agonizing and obviously deliberate slowness that would have held Steve in
as much suspense as me:

   *Because...it had to be a person I trusted to keep this game secret...*

   Steve said nothing.  Mistress Emma continued:

   *Can I trust you to keep a secret, Steve?*

   *Of course!*

   I became increasingly apprehensive and feared what Mistress Emma might
say next.  Instead she typed:

   *Sorry - my friends want me - BRB*

   Mistress Emma walked around to stand directly in front of me.

   "Well, Ingrid; do I tell him or should I show him instead?" Mistress
Emma asked in a serious tone of voice.

   My restrained body shivered with an involuntary rush of humiliation; my
anus tingled and I could feel Alfredo's cum seep embarrassingly from it. 
"What if I give you another letter?" I asked in an effort to stall for
time.

   Mistress Emma glanced at her watch and then said, "OK then; give me
another letter."

   "The next letter missing is a V," I said, just loud enough for Mistress
Emma to hear.

   I glanced up at the screen and saw that Steve had been busily typing:

   *Ingrid...are your friends reading this?*

   Mistress Emma leaned over the computer and replied:

   *Yes, but it's OK.  This is all part of the game...*

   Steve remained silent for a long moment and when he replied, it was
clear he had reservations about continuing the conversation.

   *Ingrid, why didn't you tell me sooner?  You asked me before if I could
be trusted to keep a secret - how do I know I can trust you and your
friends?*

   Steve's question made me feel guilty.  More than this, I regarded Steve
as a good friend at work and the thought that he might think I had betrayed
him in some way caused me to feel an attack of remorse.  However; Mistress
Emma evidently didn't feel any such guilt or remorse and only saw it as an
opportunity.

   *Steve, I assure you that you can trust me and my friends...*

   *I'm not so sure, Ingrid.  I don't like being played for a fool.*

   *I know you're not a fool, Steve, and I wouldn't dream of playing you
for one.  Honest!  It was my mistake not to properly explain the game to
you earlier and I'll tell you everything, but you have to trust me!*

   *I'm listening, Ingrid...*

   *You know I said it was a kinky game, well; it's not over yet.  In fact,
the fun is just beginning and I really want you to play!*

   *What do you mean, Ingrid?*

   *Well Steve, you remember I said earlier that the game was like strip
poker?*

   *Yes...*

   *And you know what happens to the loser?*

   Mistress Emma left the question to hang in the air for a long moment;
Steve replied with a huge grinning emoticon.

   *That's right, Steve; I lost.*

   Mistress Emma finished the sentence with several emoticon winks.

   *What are you wearing now?*

   *Nothing, Steve; I'm completely naked!*

   Steve roared with laughter and then said:

   *And all your friends are there with you?*

   *Yes!*

   *I don't believe it!*

   Steve then laughed again and I watched helplessly as he typed the words
I dreaded he'd say:

   *Prove it!*

   Mistress Emma immediately responded:

   *OK, just give me a minute or two to arrange some photos to send you...*

   *LOL!  Sure, Ingrid - can't wait!*

   Mistress Emma then invited about a dozen of her guests to come to the
stage.  "Don't worry," she told them.  "You'll only be seen from the neck
down." She then told Alfredo and Mike to unhitch my shackles from the chair
and to turn me around.

   My manacled wrists were secured up beside my head just as they'd been at
the beginning of the night.  My ankles remained attached to the ends of the
spreader bar and seated this way fully exposed me.

   "You look a mess, Ingrid," Mistress Emma said.  "Somebody get me a
blindfold."

   Mistress Emma blindfolded me as she gave instructions to her guests to
form a semi-circle around my chair.  "Freddie, you stand next to her on
this side; Mike, take off the rest of your clothes and stand on the other
side."

   I found it impossible to smile when asked but it didn't seem to matter;
I heard click after click of a camera in front of me.

   "That's it, everybody; feel free to use Ingrid in whatever way you want
while I send these to Steve," Mistress Emma said happily.

   -=0=

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