Important: this post contains descriptions of consensual non-consenting violence, physical abuse and sex. While this was role play between two fully consenting adults, I realise that this is not for everyone. If you feel any of this might be difficult for you, please do not read on.
I occasionally watch BDSM porn. Yeah, I know – you wouldn’t have guessed, would you? A year or two ago stories circulated that one of the more extreme BDSM porn makers was violating consent of the female actors, a truely horrible notion in this context, and I found myself being very selective about what I watched, though I was never much into hard core Male dom/Female sub videos.
There is, however, one such video I go back to occasionally. It’s an interrogation scene filmed in Eastern Europe and it includes a LOT of corporal punishment: heavy duty spanking, whipping, strapping and caning. I know it’s fully consensual because the American actress on the receiving end of all this is Niki Flynn and she described this very filming session in her book, Dances with Werewolves. She talks fondly about how the guy playing the interrogator, who constantly checked in with her between shots to make sure she was OK. I have often imagined recreating the scene but always saw “sub me” in the Niki Flynn Role. Last week I recreated much of it, and a lot more twists of my own invention, but with “Dom me” as the interrogator. Lovely, and very kinky, American submissive Katie was my play partner.
The notorious Hohenschönhausen prison of the Stasi in East Berlin
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, deep underground, the man who had introduced himself as Colonel Lüber of the Stasi took her bag off to into another room to be inspected and had her sit on one of two low chairs. He sat in front of her, close enough for her to see the light fuzz of a late afternoon stubble on his chin.
“You are Miss Katie Dee of the cultural department of the American Embassy.”
“No! I am Katerina Dorfman and I work in a shop.”
His hand snaked out and slapped her face.
“Don’t waste my time. Yesterday, in a small alley behind the Marienplatz market, you concealed a package behind a loose brick in the wall. We saw you do this but the package was never collected. I need to know the name of your contact, we believe him to be from the Ministerium für Nationale Verteidigung, the Ministry for National Defence of the GDR.”
“I don’t understand, I work in a shop.”
He slapped her face again.
And so it began. It takes a lot of trust in both directions to contemplate a scene like this, but Katie had been completely up for the idea and she’s been encouraging me to take our occasional sessions further. I had given her the name I was looking for (Hans Shmidt) and told her that the name would have the same effect as using her safe word (which was obviously still as valid as in any other session). I had decided to go with a couple of (mildish) face slaps early, knowing from my own experience that it’s a great way for both parties to get straight down the rabbit hole. It’s the face to face intensity just before the strike that does it: Dominant and Submissive, right into role in a single heart beat.
The Colonel left her locked into a compact alcove, so small she seemed to touch all 3 sides and the steel bars simultaneously. Sound percolated into the room from beyond the door; a man shouting in German, a woman protesting her innocence, then the sound of repeated strikes of a whip , a piercing yell after each one. It was horrific; she had never felt so alone, so terrified.
After a few minutes he returned and carried out a body search, his rough hands mauling her through her thin cotton dress. He bent her over a table, donned rubber gloves and carried out an internal inspection, roughly penetrating her vagina and her arse, leaving her feeling vulnerable and defiled. He left her once again in the cage, this time stripped down to her panties.
I was playing the sound of the whipping scene from Niki Flynn’s video over a bluetooth speaker, just to ramp up the authenticity, while making my final preparations. My earlier nervousness about playing this scene out was fading, deriving confidence from the flicker of erotic interest that had shone clear in Katie’s eyes since that first slap.
Her bottom still sore from the vicious spanking with his heavy hand and a leather paddle, The woman was tied to a metal frame facing Colonel Lüber. A clip with a heavy spring was placed at the top of her small breast, biting her skin and sending sharp pain through her whole body. More clips were added until there was a line crossing each breast, their pain merging into rivers of sensation that made her cry out. The final clip on each nipple was almost too much. The Colonel stood back to admire his handiwork.
“Katie, or Katerina if you prefer, you should know I am just getting started. It would not be hard for you to tell me what I want to know, then we can stop this unpleasantness and send you home to America. I imagine you don’t even know this man you try to protect. Just tell me his name and this will end for you.”
“I work in a shop!” she cried out in her anguish.
His response was immediate, running a riding crop up and down each line of clips, sending yet more pain through her. Looking quizzically into her eyes he moved the crop down her body and tapped it on her clitoris through her thin panties, tapping not hard but insistently, tap, tap, tap, tap. She squirmed involuntarily and looked up at him, eyes full of pleading.
“With some, it is the pain that gives them away. Others are susceptible to different things. Which are you, Katerina?”
His hand disappeared into her panties, rubbing insistently at her now sensitive clitoris, while all the time the whip moved up and down the line of clips. She tried to fight it, hating the thought of coming for this man, but her body betrayed her, sending her a crying, shaking orgasm so strong it left her hanging from the leather wrist cuffs that held her to the frame.
We stayed in role through almost the entire session, though at one point I lost confidence in my ability to determine where she was and whispered in her ear, asking for a pain level between 1 and 10, her reply of 6/7 giving the reassurance I was looking for. Katies’s immersion in the scene, in the pain, in the forced orgasms, seemed total. Her immersion gave me the confidence to become Colonel Lüber, my self consciousness at my hammy acting fading away.
I tied her face down to a table and worked her over with a leather strap, a dragon tail whip and finally a cane, gradually building up the intensity until she was yelling with each stroke.
“So, I will give you six strokes of the cane, then you will tell me the name of your contact.”
The dense plastic “Delrin” cane landed six times.
“I don’t know anything, I work in a shop!”
Six more, harder making her breathe deeply after each stroke. Same result. Six from the other side, the cane making a meaty thwack each time it hits the woman’s small bottom. Six more, now puttung some real weight behind the dense cane. Still no response. He shouted out at her, demanding the name, swearing in guttural German, then hit her 15 times in quick succession, seemingly impervious to her increasingly desperate yells.
The session was affecting me deeply at this point. I felt the same sense of absolute focus, the concentration that I feel when being caned myself; I was looking to make each stroke count, landing it on an exact spot with an exact amount of force. I felt, also, the same connection to Katie that I feel when I sub to Elita, electricity crackling between us as she turned her head to look at me between sets of strokes. My world reduced to that small space, to the two of us locked in this intense game, feeding off each other, challenging each other to go on.
And this was some game. It really fucking was.
So what of the non-consensual sex I had been concerned about in the earlier post? I didn’t do it. I announced the end of the role play and we had a hug before having sex. It was hard, driving, violent sex, Katie lying back on the table, a position where I could squeeze her nipples or smack her arse while deep inside her, but it was Katie and I having sex, not the characters we had created. It is one of the very few times when I have allowed the blog and its readers to impact what I am doing in the session. To leave her tied up and fuck her “in role” would have been the natural thing to do, the obvious final act in our play. Yet I held back. I suspect, if I’m honest, this was more because I didn’t want to have to write about doing that, than because I was genuinely uneasy about it at the time. We were two consenting adults in the private of the dungeon and had been simulating a torture scene for the last hour or so; so in a way that hesitation was nonsensical.
Once we’d cleared up, and were sat enjoying a sunny glass of chilled wine at a pub across the road from the dungeon, Katie admitted she had been disappointed that I hadn’t played out her rape by the Colonel. She told me that consensual non-consent play is her thing and her trust in me is deep enough to want to go there with me. Another time, I actually think I would.
The best way to spend an afternoon. Down the rabbit hole with such an amazing gentleman. I am a lucky girl. https://t.co/nnSF8DbNnr
— Katie D. (@subbykatie) July 1, 2018
The venue for all this perversion was The Bunker, a fantastic play space in an underground WW2 bunker. It would be hard to imagine a more perfect spot for this scene.
More wickedness on the theme of “recreate” here:
Face slapping is a hard limit for me. It is something that outs me off a lot of interrogation type porn because it is always included. Sounds you guys had an amazing time though
Mollyx
Somehow I can image her disappointment that you didn’t play the scene out, but I also understand why you didn’t do it. This is one kind of scene I would love to experience, but then maybe without the dreaded cane? 😉
Rebel xox