Interrogation in London

Relaxing in the interrogation room

When I was talking to Mistress Jane a few weeks ago, she told Me that she as well liked uniforms

As a result I promised her that I’d bring My SS-uniform next time I’d come to the club.

However, when I visited them last week, I did not really dare to take it in My luggage and risk it to be found. So instead I had brought an outfit that ressembles it a bit. An outfit that at least radiates the atmosphere that must have occurred in those days. 

Also I did not dare to bring My spurs and whip, but especially for the whips, that was no problem since they have plenty of good ones at the club.

When I arrived, Jane had a pleasant surprise for Me. Althought I had not brought My real Nazi-outfit, she had thought I would and had  foreseen an “appropriate slave”.

A slave to “interrogate” in a way that would match My SS-uniform! And therefore she had found Me the perfect slave: middle age businessman who had already visited her a few times and was into total and brutal humiliation. 

He was already bound naked to a chair when I came in the room and Jane asked Me to be My assistant and teach Her how to make someone like him “talk”.

So We decided to make him tell Us the internet password for his mails. As soon as I said to him what I wanted, he frantically claimed that this was not agreed and that it was not appropriate, that he paid for the treatment,…. But as agreed with Mistress Jane, I did not care about his pleas.

As a result, I started to whip his body with a crop and a small singletail. First somewhat teasing, but soon creating red welts all over him. After only a few minutes, I felt that he’d be no challenge and that he’d give in as soon as I’d mean business! (Also I realized that Jane had choosen him because of his fetish to be humiliated and not because of his pain threshold).

So first I just tortured him mentally by telling him what I’d do to him and that I’d torture him harder and harder and that I would not hesitate to damage him, that if he didn’t give in soon, he would no longer be able to go swimming in public,… and I ordered Jane to take a laptop. We spit in his face, forced him to drink water We both had spit in, threw a glass of urine in his face (we told him it was Jane’s piss, but actually it was some apple juice), … and all the time yelled at him. Then I switched to a slightly higher level and started hitting his hands that were fixed to the armrests with My whip and I told him that he’d bend or break anyway.  That I’d cause visible wounds over his body, including his face,… While Jane said something like “Oh no Pat, that’s too cruel, the soft skin of his face is no match for your hard whip! it will rip it open like a ripe melon”,  he got nearly crazy and started crying like a baby!

Since I realized that was the moment to flip him over, I brutally yelled at him and hit him rather hard in the face with My quirt. I admit that it was harder than actually meant, but it had the desired effect and he broke already after that first hit (he clearly was no “painslut”).

Jane, who already had her laptop, checked immediately, gave in his password, but determined that it did not work. As a result I hit him again, but harder, two times in the face making him cry even more in panic and when Jane asked Me nonchalantly “Is that blood?” he finally broke and told Us about the capitals that were needed in his password. Jane checked again and nodded affirmative to Me with an admiring look and congratulated Me with the result.

Since We were not really after his password, We freed his hands right after his confession and allowed him to change it on the laptop.

Next, he was allowed (or forced?) to watch how both of Us whipped a slave at the rack until bleeding and We allowed him to jerk off in the mean time, which he did fanatically….

“Next time She will have your bankcodes!!!!” Jane said when the guy had paid and left the club.

It was another great night at the club.

Lady Contessa Pat

BTW I will be back in London next week and will have a another visit at the club (with a new (local) servant). But then I will be in riding gear since he will also accompany Me to the riding club I found near London for a horseback ride. Yiiehaaaaa!