Non Fiction
” I want you to choose a secret with your other Dom to keep from me.” You proposed in the glimmering moments after a particularly steamy round. We’re both naked on my couch, my head in your lap, I’m admiring the glow and moisture in your skin from our primal exercise. You meet my gaze with a small smile.” Something fun to try, I want to see if I can make you talk.” A tingle goes through my body, you remember all the things I want to try. Interrogation being at the top next to abduction play. I want to show you how tough I am. ” I won’t talk Daddy!” Your grin stretched wide across your lips, your little Fuck Toy has taken the bait. “We’ll see about that.”
The time from that play to the day you actually showed up were quite an emotional ride. I hadn’t thought of the mental portion of the torture to come. I play with a couple as well, they had selected a video that they had made with an AP, a collage of naughty pictures taken of me in compromising positions set to the Billie Eilish song Bury a Friend. They were quite happy to oblige. I watched the video and it made me squirm, I don’t cross my worlds and to have Daddy see what I’ve been up to was a little embarrassing. I knew right then I was set to weather whatever storm you had planned for me.
In our daily texts, I’d remind you that I wouldn’t talk, you’d be going home disappointed. Every jab and tease I sent his way was met with ” You will talk.” At this point I had a key made available, as I had written before, my privacy belongs to him. Tempting as it was to hide the key, I know the beating I’d eventually get for it. So the key remained safely hidden where it should be. One day after work I had gone to my car, my heart fluttered upon discovering my wipers were folded back. Inside the sun shields were pulled down and the seat pushed way back. Its a short list of people that know my driver’s side door doesn’t lock. My belongings still in place, spelled a trust worthy intrusion meant to get in my head… Dammit, you did. My heart still beating, I could almost feel your gaze but there wasn’t a car in sight. I still couldn’t shake that feeling as I drove home. More texts “You will talk”
The next day I walked to my car on high alert, all seemed in place, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My relief didn’t last long, as soon as I opened my apartment door a small scream escaped my mouth. What I had thought was you on the other side of my door was actually a decorative suit of armour that I kept on the other side of the living room. You had come in while I was at work and rearranged my living room furniture. My hands shook a little, I peered around each corner cautiously. You were nowhere in sight, but I was shook. Sounds my neighbours made in the hall had my ears perked and my breath short. “You will talk” flashed in my mind constantly.
The next few days nothing happened, and I got braver with my texts. “You won’t get shit from me Sir!” “Pretty brave for someone who’s about to be interrogated” So many texts of fake outs had me comfortable that he was all talk. “Ya, sure.. I’m so scared” Shortly after this brazen text my apartment door opened and there you were. Tall menacing figure filling my apartment. I stood with fright, the crotch of my panties soaked instantly. I was afraid, and you ate it up with your eyes. Closing the door behind you, you command me to strip. I set my mind to defy you today in any way I could. “No” Your face set, a stern mask of determination. “Strip or I will cut everything off.” I didn’t doubt he would, and I adored my outfit. It was a cute pair of jean overall booty shorts and a pink tank top. I swore under my breath as I slipped out of my clothes but decided to leave my panties as a feeble rebellion. You yanked them high up painfully dividing my lips. “OK, ok, ok.” I pleaded. You released me and I slid them down. A small crack in my defiant wall formed as you bucked my wrists into the pink restraints you bought for me. My wrists were then strung up to an anchor that you had previously installed in my bedroom door frame.
A blindfold covered my eyes, wiping the world away from me. Something pricked my foot. ” Don’t move your feet, there’s going to be pins around your feet” I was mostly sure he wouldn’t go that far, but I stood quite still. I could feel you breath on my skin, my head jerked back painfully, my pink hair in your fist. “You will talk” I closed my lips tightly and decided to keep them that way. It began with a crisp slap across the face, that scared me more than it hurt because I can’t see anything coming. Your fingers gently rained down my body, ending in several bare handed strikes to my ass. A few whimpers escaped, but I could handle it. Then the wooden spoon came, I knew what it was as you dragged it across my thighs before unleashing a torrent of hits. Fuck me, it hurt, but I still wasn’t going to talk. Then came your home made implement, a thick cable folded in half and secured with electrical tape. Those strikes on my tender hot skin hit deeper than the surface, I could feel the bruises forming already. The power you possessed over my right in this moment turned me on to such a degree that I began to cry under the blindfold. “I won’t talk” I managed to say.
I heard you place the implement down and very suddenly your hand was over my mouth, pinching my nose shut. At first I panicked, then I found a meditative moment in my mind and waited it out. It was oddly peaceful. It delighted me that you might be frustrated by now. Your hand changed and wrapped around my throat. I saw stars and the world felt hazy under your grip, I was weakening. You let go, my tits heaving as I gulped in breath. A last resort, you knew I hated being tickled in my armpits, and rammed your fingers in deep and unforgiving. Of all the pain I had endured, this was actually the worst part. I fraught and cried so hard breaking one of my restraints and finally I gave up. “IT’S IN MY PHONE!” I sobbed. You immediately stopped and brought over my phone. It required a pass code, I made a feeble attempt to keep that information, but belted it out shortly after your finger grazed my exposed armpit.
You set my phone down, satisfied, you broke your Little Fuck Toy. The blindfold coming off revealed, two things. First, there were no pins on the floor, and second, your mean dominant face had been replaced with kind Daddy face and you untied my bonds and laid me stomach down across your lap on the couch. I continued to silently cry as I hear you play the video on my phone and gently run your fingers across my ripely beaten ass and thighs. “Told you you would talk”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g3x0vy/interrogation_confessions_and_tears_mf