Military Police Woman/suspect -

After reading the interrogation scenario on Elise Sutton's site, I reconstructed my own variation of the scene.

I placed my partner in the cells and told him he would be interrogated by Military Police Woman Sadie, so nicknamed by her fellow officers because she had a reputation for being a complete sadist, he was to be quizzed over his masturbation habits. I turned off the light leaving him in the dark to contemplate his fate while I changed.

My outfit consisted of a pair of regulation dress shoes, British army lovat green barrack skirt, khaki shirt, tie and cap which I had bought from the local army surplus store and has turned out to be one of my most frequently used outfits as well as being one of the least expensive.

The Interrogation.

I entered the cells and instructed him to kiss and lick my boots while I told him what I wanted. I took him into my study, ordered him to strip and sit in my interrogation chair. I secured his arms to the arms of the chair, likewise his legs to the chair legs and finally looped a rope around his chest a few times securing him firmly to the back of the chair.

"Now I want to know if you have touched yourself, played with yourself or masturbated without your Mistress's permission - have you masturbated without perrmission?"
There was no answer, I raised my voice "when was the last time you masturbated?"
No answer, I slapped him hard across the face. Now I was going to resort to police brutality if I had to - I gave him one more chance to come clean. "I never masturbate without permission"
"I don't believe you" and slapped his face again.

I started to play with his nipples "are these sensitive?" I gave them a little tweak. In a quiet voice I said "are you sure you haven't masturbated" "yes" was the reply "OK then". I then produced a bag of clothespegs. I placed one on each nipple and I told him that I was going to add one additional clothespegs to his body every minute until he started to tell me the truth. Again, he refused to give me the answer I wanted. I started adding them to his balls, then penis, then around the edges of his ears, each time I added more pegs I pulled and twisted the ones on his nipples. He started to squirm and he begged me to remove them. "Have you masturbated without permission?" Still, he swore that he had not

I slapped him hard again, screamed at him to tell me the truth or I was going to really hurt him. Then I produced an electric zapper (it was made from one of those electric roulette games you can buy inexpensively in novelty shops, the type where people place their fingers on electric pads and are given a shock at ramdom, a friend had soldered leads from the pads so they could be attached to various parts of the body). I removed the pegs from his genitals, leaving the other pegs in place and rolled back the foreskin on his penis and then sellotaped the first electrode on the underside of his head, the second I attached to his balls. I set the zapper so that eveytime I pressed it it would shock at random one or other of the electrodes. I sat back on a chair, the zapper in my hand. "Now I have all night" I pressed the button, he jumped with pain. "Have you masturbated without permission?" I zapped him again, "I'm in no hurry" Zap, Zap, Zap, Finally, he agreed to talk if I would just stop and remove the clothespegs. I removed them very slowly as he admitted he had played with himself when Mistress was at work, "and did you bring your self off?" "yes" he responded in defeat "did you enjoy it?" "yes mam" "now you know don't you the penalty for this behavouir don't you?" he nodded "a period of chastity". "Now I've finshed with you, I will put you in your cells and we will talk some more again in a while when you have contemplated your fate".

After about an hour I returned to the cell. "Now you know the routine", I pointed to my feet, he kissed my boots, "now follow me back to the interrogation chair". This time he was shaking a little with fear over what I might now do. I secured him firmly again "you have already admitted you're a little wanker, I now need to find out how often each month you masturbate, this will determine how long you will go without, its one week for every incident" I waved a CB2000 in front of his face.

"how often do you masturbate?" "it was only the once Mam" "I don't believe you" I slapped his face hard again, "there is no point wasting my time with you". That wasn't good enough for me. I wasn't going to stop until he confessed the entire truth. I got out a bottle of Olbas Oil and I stroked his penis rubbing it in well then the same to his balls. "Now I won't remove it until I've been given the truth" I sat back on my chair and waited for it to penetrate deep into his genitals. As the oil began to work and the pain increased he started to grimmace and wriggle, "please remove it Mam, please" "You know what I want to hear". He pleaded for me to wash it off his penis. I refused until he answered my question. I slapped his face hard and twisted and pulled his nipples, causing him eimmense pain. "Tell me wanker". He finally screamed out "6 or 7 times" - I would have settled for four! "Well that's 7 weeks isn't it" I mixed some plain oil and applied it to his genitals, the oil mixed with the Olbas Oil and started to reduce the pain.

I released him from his chair, now you can thank me for your interrogation. I made him follow me into the bedroom "I want you to pleasure me orally, after all I'm not the one who's to go without".