Due to my fetish for humiliating interrogations and being bound up, my erotic role-playing game Inquisition is also a fetish game. Although reimagined, the Inquisition, the Middle Ages, and torture sex frequently appear in my imagination.
However, whenever I'm having sex—whether by myself or with others—I imagine myself in a SM role-playing game where I must endure an humiliating interrogation.
My fantasies about being tortured for sex go something like this:.
My SM roleplay starts when I discover a subpoena from the High Court accusing me of a crime in my mailbox.
The location, date, and time are all listed on the scroll but not what I did.
I experienced a tingling sensation that alternated between erotic lust and fear as soon as I read the summons.
I show up at the forested intersection where I was told to go at the predetermined time.
I anxiously wait since no one is in sight.
Suddenly, four shadowy individuals covering themselves in masks and wearing black velvet cloaks place a sack over my head, tie my hands, and drag me away.
A woman's voice whispers in my ear while hissing erotically in my SM roleplay:.
"Don't shout; it's pointless anyhow!".
I later learn that one of the ominous figures is female.
They drag me into a long-since-demolished castle with steps leading to a vaulted cellar.
Deep down, I can smell mustiness and feel the cold.
Finally, it appears that we have arrived because they throw me to the ground, remove the sack from my face, and keep the ropes around my hands.
When I look around, I can see candles and torches in the dim light, as well as a long table at which people are seated as though at a court, dressed in the same velvet cloaks as the figures in the forest and wearing the same masks.
The person seated in the center stands up and yells at me loudly as I attempt to stand up.
"Get on your back!".
As a different figure stands up next to me, I quickly curl up on the ground.
She gives me the boot in big shoes.
She then puts a collar on me, fastens a rope to it, and drags me to the center of the room to a location on the floor where a sizable blood-red X is painted.
This all happens in my erotic role-playing game, Inquisition.
You bow your head there, I say.
Another bark from the inquisitor toward me.
I do a good job of following.
"You are in this place because you have committed numerous sexual offenses.
".
"But I.
",.
Since I'm not conscious of any guilt, I desperately stammer.
"Be quiet.
"Be silent!".
I feel a whip on my back as the inquisitor gives the order.
You only respond when you are questioned, which will be frequently because you will be interrogated and, if necessary, tortured to learn the truth.
The person sitting next to me, who I assume is a woman as well, grabs my pants and pulls out my best piece, causing it to hang out as though on display.
At this point, I'm terrified.
Although her hand is still on mine, it is somewhat limp.
"The Inquisition is launched!".
The suzerain cries out as strange sounds and drums play in the background and four stunning women in long red robes and long hair enter the scene carrying torches and whips.
Backing me up, they are.
I'm feeling nauseous.
Do you understand that any woman will ask you a question, and you will always respond honestly?
asks the Inquisition's chief.
I nod.
Once more, one of the four gorgeous women whips me.
When questioned, respond emphatically.
Angry at me, the director.
"Yes, I get it.
mistress.
",.
Though I'm still adding, the whip is once more cracking.
I'm not your mistress, but today I'm your mistress of life and death, your rescuer, or the devil's she-devil who damns you to hell.
I'm your destiny.
Unconsciously, I droop my head.
I'm actually afraid now.
Because different torture games take root in my imagination, what happens next in my SM-Fantasy: Inquisition constantly changes.
Sometimes the four beauties lock me in the pillory, other times they beat me while I'm on the rack, and sometimes I'm tortured on my penis.
Every time someone asks me a question, I find myself unable to respond or unable to satisfy the four stunning women.
When I am interrogated about my embarrassing behavior, I may be accused of staring at women, getting too close, failing to give them a satisfying orgasm, or failing to sufficiently compliment or affirm them.
They repeatedly question me while torturing me and using my lust to serve their own purposes because the women are never satisfied and they want the embarrassing interrogation to go on forever.
Of course, I'm forbidden from having an orgasm during the entire Inquisition and I'm being threatened with death if I do.
One of the beauties sits on me and rides me, and I resist the climax that ensues because I am unable to allow her to masturbate on me.
In my SM roleplay, I am constantly beaten, stretched to the limit on a rack, and my penis is in agony, used until it hurts, or tortured with wax.
Since it is a fantasy about an SM roleplaying game Inquisition, I am always punished with death in my fantasy and am permitted to have an orgasm during a final sexual act with the chief inquisitor, who uses my manhood, before I die in torture sex or am beheaded.
My embarrassing interrogation and my erotic role-playing game Inquisition always result in death in my fantasy world, and of course in real life with an amazing orgasm!
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