Interrogation Station

I was playing with C—- this weekend, in the bathtub, and a comment was made about me interrogating C—- like I had done with a mutual friend at a dinner party the night before.

I said that I did not *DO* interrogation scenes and, C—- laughed at me like I was being COMPLETELY ridiculous! *blink, blink* went I and I grabbed the hair and proceeded to dunk/drown C—- again. It was hawt.

And it was weird. This light went on inside my mind. And it reminded me of the time a similar light had gone off. I was talking to someone after one of Midori’s Humiliation workshops. I said something to the effect of “Gee! I guess I’ve been doing humiliation play when I do XYZ.” And the person laughed at me. The *same* kind of laugh as C—-

Cause I’ve never really thought that I do “interrogation.” I think of it as questioning that keeps the bottom on their toes, or helps to prevent them from floating off into space, or provides a framework that allows me to construct scenes on the fly without negotiation, or play without safewords by extracting information about the progress of the scene. I can often be heard to say, “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to call the police? Do you need an ambulance? How about an intervention? Where’s your cell phone so you can call a life line? You wanna borrow mine?”

But lately, with a particular person, I have been taking this to a new place. The questions are legion and I can go on for 30 minutes or more without letting up. I love the blushing, sweating, and squirming. YUM!!! Which leads me to the the moment of the comment and light going on.

I went, once upon a time, to a Midori workshop on Interrogation and Military scenes. I confess, I did not see myself as a person who played that way and so I found it interesting but not relevant. Now I’m more intrigued and can’t find my notes.