I took a risk in my recent interrogation scene with Katie. I did something that, at the time, felt really hard-core; something beyond conventional BDSM; something that made it all very real.
Just for a brief moment, I allowed myself to become the ruthlessly sadistic Colonel Lüber of the Stasi, rather than only to wear him as a thin disguise over my true nature. I committed an act that hadn’t been part of any pre-session negotiation, that I have never done to Katie in our previous sessions and which, for exactly those reasons, could have ended badly.
What are you imagining at this point? Something ugly with a bull whip? Did I hit her on a taboo part of her body perhaps? Maybe I committed some other act of brutality consistent with our interrogation scene but beyond the pale in a Pro-sub/client session?
The truth was none of these. I had Katie tied to a metal frame and had just finished playing with clips on her breasts and giving her a huge, rolling orgasm. I described it all in the earlier post. I hadn’t made Colonel Lüber a completely mindless beast so I went to fetch a bottle of cold water from the fridge and carefully tipped some into Katie’s open mouth. She drank it gratefully, a relief from the heat of the dungeon and the intensity of what we had been doing.
Then, stepping back and saying something suitably “B Movie” (I fear it might have been along the lines of “No more Mr Nice Guy;” sorry) I squeezed the plastic bottle hard, squirting its very, very cold contents over Katie’s face and chest. She gasped out loud and spluttered with the shock of it, gasping again when I emptied the rest over her shoulders.
I’m not sure why, looking back on it, this seems so extreme; perhaps because it’s really not an obviously eroticisable act; perhaps it was the sudden ‘in your face’ violence of how I did it, so unexpected, so in the moment; perhaps it’s the feeling that, in that act, I really was Colonel Lüber.
In kinky role play, it is often the depth of the immersion in the scene, rather than the BDSM acts carried out, that defines the level of intensity. That was certainly true here.
Here’s what Katie thought of it.
I think I now understand Katie and her kinks well enough to spring that kind of surprise on her in a session. It certainly added a whole different level to our interrogation scene.
But I still can’t quite believe I did it.
That water was cold; really, bloody cold!
I think this must have worked very well in the role play, the way Katie said it did. I tried to imagine myself in her place and thinking how I might have reacted to the cold water. It works for me. I understand why you think you might have gone too far, but I don’t think you did 🙂
Rebel xox