The CEO of a blue chip company contacted me, to tell me of his concern that one of his employees Mr G had stolen confidential and valuable company information. I was hired to get to the bottom of the matter, interrogate Mr G, using whatever means necessary to find out for whom he was working, and the wherabouts of the stolen information.

Mr G was told I was a prospective client, and sent to my offices in W1 in London. He was offered a cup of tea and dutifully shown downstairs to my “office” by my staff.

Instead he was “frisked”, and much to his horror, forced to strip down. Despite his distress and protestations he was forced into the shower with a scouring brush and soap, to clean himself before a full examination. In fact a microchip was found on his body concealed below his testicles, which he then attempted to hide within the bathroom. Luckily this plan was foiled by myself. Strapped to a medical chair, he was then put to a humiliating cavity search, and I had him gagged to shut him up. On completion of that exam he was handcuffed and blindfolded, and led into the dungeon interrogation room.

To get him in the right psychological state for interrogation, I strapped him down to a chair, and hooked up a hypnosis machine, with headphones communicating low sound waves at 60 hertz level, combined with a light eye visor with pulsing hallucinogenic patterns in red-blue-green light patterns. This had the desired effect of lowering his heart rate and brain-waves into a pre-hypnotic state. Using a mircophone earpiece and subliminal messaging, I spoke into a microphone attached to my body, entering suggestions to feed into his brain.

Once Iwas satisfied with his vital readings, I had only limited time with which to find out the full information as to who he was working for, and the true nature of his corporate espionage. Enclosing his head in a full leather gimp hood to darken his sense of objecthood and submission, I began putting My questions to the subject.

His answers were forthcoming, but slow, and not fully disclosive. An edge of arrogance and denial remained in tact, and I had to show him just how serious I was. Seizing him by his hood, I dragged him roughly onto a Whipping St Andrew’s Cross, mounted to a wall. Attaching him to it by handcuffs, I began to spank him and let him feel the humiliating sting of a superior woman’s dominance across his naked bottom. Locating a whip, I proceeded to whip him hard across his buttocks and upper back, (but being careful as to not damage the subject permanently and avoiding his fragile spine area). Gradually he was being broken down. 

 Although when questioned as to his background and true country of origin, I was still not getting full and prompt responsiveness. I advised the subject that as he was in England, I would teach him a thing or two about the English system of discipline, and the way young men were disciplined in the country and shown how to respect authority. He was belted, and then lashed with the cane, to the point of whimpering and consenting fully to provide disclosure to my questions.

Seizing the advantage won, I led Mr G then to the stretching rack, where he was laid out on his back, secured by his wrists and by his feet and additional straps around his middle. His cock was pulled up towards his head, while his testicles were separated by my cordage and pulled in opposite directions diagonally out and downwards towards his left and right foot separately. Utterly vulnerable and at my mercy, a terrified Mr G, could only but mumble his pleads of co-operation.

Going through his personal effects which had been arranged in a metal bowl as exhibits, I opened his wallet and found foreign currency from countries in the Emirates and Egypt, as well as a contact card for a private submarine hire of vessels in Africa and the Emirates. A little black book further documented in tiny French script various decipherable and undecipherable messages.

I put to Mr G this and other evidence of his meetings with a pretty blonde Russian girl in a London cafe, which had been the subject of surveillance, and he was forced to give up her name. He hesitated on other questions, sensing the valuable nature of the information he was holding, and the risk to his own position if he were to tell me.

At this point in the interrogation, I took out the most severe Japanese clover nipple clamps, and warned Mr G that these would be afixed to him 30 seconds, and the chain pulled on to cause extreme pain. He protested and to begin building a sense of empathy and rapport I offered to provide kind distraction for him to get him through the pain.

Hoisting myself up onto the torture bench, I threaded a second pair of nipple clamps through the chain, and to my own nipples, pulling down my corset to expose them. Mr G gasped in fear and arousal. With the two pairs of nipple clamps having their chains interwoven, and clamped to Mr G’s nipples and my own, I was able to pull back and cause him pain at the same time as myself. This enabled Mr G to be quite thoroughly distracted despite the high level of pain being inflicted to his nipples. His pain was my pain, and my pain – his.

This point was appreciated, and as the clamps were removed, I reminded Mr G of my dominance and position of power over him, by replacing the metal clamps with my teeth, tugging on each in turn. I outlined the educational privilege that Mr G had growing up, to have benefitted from speaking so many languages and to have worked his way up to such a senior position within the company. I communicated what a shame it was that he was prepared to reduce himself and his ethics to corporate espionage. I also posited my opinion that his downfall I regarded as being closely related to the lure of this pretty Russian woman. Ultimately I considered that it was his wayward and responsive masculine body parts that were to blame for his being led astray, to sell himself out in such a manner. And I expressed what a waste it would be to have such a man of his talent and potential use, to be rotting in prison.

Instead, I proposed, our own institution could offer him potentially an alternative arrangement, whereby he could avoid jail time to instead work on the good side, providing us with information and intercepting money and arms before they fell into the wrong hands.

In order to avoid being lured astray again by a honey-trap, Mr G would need regular therapy treatments. Further, he could at the same time put to use by our female staff who had little time for a private life and would benefit from the presence and availability of a man on staff. This would be a mutually agreeable situation for all, as it would ensure Mr G was fraternising with ladies on the right side of the law, and thus less vulnerable to the charms of the Russians. And it would ensure our staff could have their personal needs met while in the work environment, without the need to go out socialising and looking for a man, thus spending more time on the job.

Mr G agreed to the terms laid out, and was finally released to his new role working for our team. He woud identify the prospective parties interested in purchasing the information, track the flow of money and arms across countries and the major players involved, and would report back regularly for therapy and for each new mission and training.

Indeed having been able to break him myself in the interrogation, with which I was most pleased, I could see he would need further training to ensure that the enemy could not do the same with him.He would need to be trained to take much more pain, and to be immune to seduction by female foreign agents, and thus I began work drafting up a training manual for Mr G…