Part 8 of - A series of writings by a ‘special friend’, - Something Different
My relationship with one of my Mistresses developed through various stages as a result of events in her life, some of which she had no or little control over.
She was exposed in the national press along with a well known figure for their activities. This eventually played a part in the closure of the responsible sunday newspaper.
At the same time at least two other people I knew through my activities were also exposed and lost their jobs as a result. This made me reduce considerably my presence at events and my visits to Mistresses as I could not afford to also be exposed, given my job.
So the forced bi sessions that I really enjoyed came to a stop, visits to one particular Mistress stopped completely as she was responsible for the exposure issues and trust was totally destroyed, as were her marriage and other activities of hers.
However the Mistress who was exposed then began to change her lifestyle which in part was due to her meeting a new partner who she then married. This was good news for her but disappointing for me as she had begun to be more sexual in our meetings and I was looking forward to more of that. As it turned out I have eventually found Kristina who combines not just BDSM and sex but now other forms of mental domination and persuasion. I digress.
The sessions with the Mistress now became more experiences in a group setting with an imprisonment weekend where a number of us were locked in a jail setting and treat as criminals. There was still an element of BDSM with canings but it was more the total experience of being deprived of freedom that was the key element. I would say that if it was realistic then it must be absolutely boring and soul destroying being in prison for any length of time and I know we tried to be as naughty as we could just to get attention even though it ended up being painful.
On another occasion a group of us were told to hide from out guards for an hour and for anyone who managed that they were not punished. The location of these activities was a large country house with farm grounds which were ideal for these sort of private scenarios. I lasted the least time as I was dressed as Lisa and had my heels on which meant I could not get far. So I was duly punished with a bare back flogging, having had to wait whilst everyone else was dealt with. This is the worst thing with my trepidation building as I saw what everyone else was subjected to and not knowing what my punishment was to be - painful as it happened.
'This is the worst thing with my trepidation building as I saw what everyone else was subjected to and not knowing what my punishment was to be '
The final experience that I had with this Mistress and friends was a kidnap and information extraction evening. It began a few days before with me providing some personal information that I had to make sure I did not reveal to my kidnappers. The information was the colour of my front door, my address and my birth year. This was to be held by my Mistress but was not revealed to the interrogation team until I revealed it under interrogation or not.
The session started with me parking in a local hotel car park and being met by two or three individuals who took my car keys and bundled me into the back of their van and tied my hands behind my back. This was the easiest part of the evening. They drove me to our destination which was the country house and then had me stand outside the van for a while. The month was February so it was quite cold and this was to play quite a part in my the proceedings for me. After a while I was taken into a outhouse and told to lie face down on the floor. Not wanting to give any cause for complaint I lay as still as possible whilst breathing as shallowly as I could. I was beginning to get cold throughout my body by the time someone else was brought in and also made to lie next to me. I still made no movement which I later regretted as the other person was a young lady who thought I was actually dead and became very worried as to what she had become involved in.
Eventually when I thought I could take the cold no more I was ordered to stand and follow my captor outside and across a yard into another building. After entering we turned left and I was told to walk straight forward into a room with a dim light in it. As I entered someone grabbed me and, not in accordance with the plan I later found out, we both went down onto the floor. The floor was stone cobbles and I hit it with my elbow which jarred my shoulder and also my knee was hurt. This was very painful and my thoughts at that moment were is this meant to be happening? After I had nursed my body for a few seconds I was told to get up and a sack was put over my head. I was then told to strip without removing the sack which I did albeit with some difficulty.
Naked in february and no heating around and no sight was intimidating but worse was to come. I heard some white noise being played to further disorientate me and then a bucket of cold water was thrown over me. That was a shock and there was more to come with further buckets being poured over me at different times. This all made me colder and it began to affect me mentally as I could do nothing about it. I was told to balance on one leg and not put my foot down. Punishment was more cold water. I was made to lean back which thrust my cock and balls out and although there was no CBT as such this pose was slightly erotic and given time I am sure I could have become hard. However that was not to be.
Standing with one foot in a bucket of cold water does not sound too difficult but with all the other punishments beforehand it really affected my spirit. Whilst all this was going on I heard the other young lady undergoing similar treatment and she was begging them to stop. I managed to keep quiet. Eventually, after what seemed like hours but which was probably less than one, we had our hands linked together and my accomplice later told me that she really appreciated the contact and the fact that I talked to her as best I could without attracting any recriminations.
She was then lead off to another room and I was taken to a different room. By this time I had had enough. Although I still had the sack over my head I was sure I was guarded by just one person and I pleaded with him to end it for me. I kept saying I cannot take any more as I was so cold throughout my body and was shivering uncontrollably. However he was a good guard and totally ignored my pleas.
Eventually I was lead out of the room and told to climb onto a frame where I was laid on my back with my head slightly down at the back. The main interrogator then started to ask me for the personal details that I had given beforehand. In hindsight I wish I had stuck to giving my name job and NI number ( the equivalent of name, rank and serial number in the army) but I started to have a conversation with him. My previous weakness had now been replaced with a determination to last out as long as I could. So there I was naked on my back with a sack over my head in front of goodness knows how many captors. The first question was about the colour of the front door. I asked which front door as I had three properties.
I think this threw the interrogator initially but he quickly recovered and decided to start on the water boarding. My head was pushed further back and down and water poured over the sack. At first I panicked as the sacking was stuck to my face and I could not breathe, swallow or do anything. I forced myself to be calm and blew the sacking away which then allowed me to cope with the water. I held my breath and then blew the water being poured onto me away.
My interrogator then stopped the water and continued with the questions. I do not know how many times we went through this but I was told afterwards that they were down to the last bottle before I gave them the final piece of information. However this only came about when someone sat on my pelvis which caused me some internal pain as well as the water treatment. Even then I had not thought I had given them all the information and was surprised when I was allowed to sit up and remove the sack.
So it was all over and I had survived albeit they thought they had all the information and I did not. It was a very enlightening experience and I learnt a lot about myself and the effect that my actions can have on others. I surprised myself that I lasted under the treatment especially as I was ready to give up before the water boarding started. I also found it interesting that some of the experience was erotic and having spoken to some other females who underwent the treatment they also found it a turn on at times.
Finally we all went to the pub to celebrate a good evening. Needless to say I did not drink water!
Amazing story - Ordeal Path I love it…
Thank you for taking the time to share and write its appreciated.
Kristina J xx
