Abbi and I have met many times. She positively encourages me to come up with new role play ideas, so that there is zero danger of any meeting feeling like a repeat of our earlier ones. One of the joys of playing with Abbi is that she has the full spectrum of “enjoys list”. She can be a full-on domina, submissive, GF, PS, but whichever Abbi she might be on the day she is totally up for it horny.
So, for today’s play I only warned her to bring her full bag of toys, which she did. I entered her room to see Abbi falling out of another new Herve Leger dress, plus her Louboutins, nothing else.
Hell, concentrating on the plan was tough, I tell you. Anyway, I opened the champagne and placed Abbi alongside me on the bed while we kissed. If I may so claim, I had a rare “genius moment” when I decided to explain the scenario to Abbi by whispering and alternately kissing her as a part of setting the scene.
I had just been promoted to head of intelligence, resulting in a need for thorough background screening and detailed questioning of all my known associates, Abbi included. My staff had been gagging to be selected for the task but I had pulled rank on them. Since I could not smuggle a lie detector apparatus into the hotel, I was going to have to question Abbi under duress. This would involve her being rendered totally helpless while I tortured her in order to have confidence in her replies. Just the effect of my words and the gradual removal of the dress was enough to have Abbi gasping and drifting into subspace. So Abbi was soon safely strapped into her monoglove, the leg spreader applied and the blindfold fitted. I decided that the Louboutins were too dangerous to include.
Her monoglove looks rather like this:
External Link/Members OnlySo we started with whispered questions about her background and associations while I did my best to stimulate Abbi in the ways that I expected to affect her the most. I had a paddle and flogger available to assist. This soon got her to the point of wanting to explode but I stopped and slowly continued with stimulation and questions. Just as she became desperate came the killer conundrums. “Would you tell anybody anything about me?” “No.” Why are you answering my questions?” “Because I am helpless and you are torturing me.” “What would happen if you were in the same position and somebody else was torturing you?” “I would have no choice but to answer.” “So we have to coach you in your answers under torture.” So this I did, until Abbi was pronounced suitably indoctrinated.
Then I helped her out of her desperation and it was an absolute monster, followed by a couple more because I couldn’t resist. The spreader was removed because it was rather in the way for the next few before I let Abbi out of the glove. She protested that she was still quite comfortable and was really enjoying herself but I think that up to an hour is quite enough for her in that contraption.
There was now time for more champagne and some of Abbi’s chocolate before Abbi was ready to fulfil the desperate promises which she had made to me earlier in order to try to persuade me to take her over the brink. Well, Abbi is an honest girl. She made good on every one of those promises, such that it was well over another hour before I staggered off to the bathroom. Not that she did not enjoy herself as well, since I seem to remember five “moments”.
There was still plenty of time to finish the champagne, consume more chocolate, chat and get up to some more stuff before I had to leave.
C