• Now that Ms. Scarlet has you caged and Mind Fucked at the Femdom Dungeon, it’s time for some interrogation and sensory deprivation. This post is part of the annual Halloween Blog train so if you found yourself here without reading the posts before it, you can start here with Ms. Constance at the beginning of the Halloween Blog Train.

Depriving Heightened Senses

Now that all your senses are on high alert and your whole body is alive and tingling with pleasure from the experience with Ms. Scarlet, I’m going to take some of those senses away. First, the blindfold goes back on. In this state of complete darkness, every sound, every touch becomes magnified through uncertainty and anticipation.

Somewhere in the distance, elsewhere in the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon, you hear what sounds like the crisp smack of a cane connecting with bare skin followed by faint whimpering. Your mind starts racing, wondering what this slave might have done to warrant being caned. Did he do something bad and this was a punishment spanking or was he a good slave and this wasn’t punishment at all, but simply funishment?

Contemplating that scenario, you feel the noise canceling headphones being slid over your ears. Your sense of hearing, previously heightened from having been blindfolded has been taken away and suddenly you are thrust into utter soundlessness.

The Overwhelming Smell of Fear and Excitement

Now that you’re in complete darkness with the absence of all sound, it’s almost as if the silence is deafening. What’s happening? What’s going to happen? Who is doing this to you, and why? Nearly equal parts of panic and excitement course through your veins as all bodily sounds are amplified in the dark, soundless vacuum enveloping you.

Cloaked in complete darkness through the blindfold, with all external sound quieted through noise cancellation, your heartbeat pounds in your head like a kettle drum. Your breathing, shallow at first, falls into a steady rhythm in step with your heartbeat as you will yourself to relax and let the experience wash over you.

As you start to relax, you become acutely aware of your heightened sense of smell. If somebody would’ve told you before this very moment that fear and excitement are smells, you would’ve never believed them yet here you are, the smell of both very clearly filling your nostrils. You recognize the scent of your own fear and excitement but it is mixed with a stronger scent of excitement and Female Superiority and Femdom Power.

Femdom Power! You can smell it. Her power. Her excitement.  Her anticipation of the interrogation and punishment She is about to inflict upon you slams into you so hard you can feel it- the jolts of electricity dancing on your overly-sensitive skin from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

Setting the Scene for Interrogation

“It’s time,” She said, Her voice booming in your head. Are you hearing it through the headphones, or are you feeling the sound of Her voice permeating through your skin?

“Ms. Hunter! I’m so sorry I disobeyed you. Please, please don’t punish me. I’ll do better next time, I promise!”, your voice reverberates inside your head and ears, bouncing from point to point like a pinball on steroids.

“The time for apologizing is long past, My pet,” She mused. “I warned you to be careful what you wished for, slave. I warned you that if you said you wanted me to push your boundaries, I was going to push them to see just how far I could go before you break, and you said you understood and that it was exactly what you wanted. What you craved. What you needed.”

“I asked you questions I already knew the answers to just to see if you would be truthful with Me. I had hoped you would be truthful; but alas, you were not. Now it’s time for tickle torture interrogation. I will get the answers I am looking for and I will get them swiftly. Easily.“, She said as She started scraping her nails lightly over those most sensitive, most ticklish parts of your body. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, She lets up. Grateful for the reprieve, you try not to think about what She may do to you next.

Tickle Torture: The Interrogation Begins

You feel Her nails lightly scraping those very sensitive, very taught nipples as She begins hurling question after question at you. Her voice is so loud inside your head you wonder if it might explode for a split second before She begins the tickle torture dance over every inch of your very sensitive body; the sounds of Her questions drowned out by your own laughter and pleas for Her to stop tickling you.

“I will stop when I am good and ready to stop,” She said. “And I will get the answers I expect from you. Mistress will know your deep, dark secret fantasies! I will tickle them right out of you,” She says, as your laughter becomes more and more hysterical; your pleas for mercy, more and more desperate.

Scraping her nails down from your nipples to your underarm, She began tickling. “Coochie, coochie, coo. I love tickle torture,” She said as She trailed her long red nails and slender fingers down your side, over your groin and inner thighs before landing on the soles of your feet.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” She cooed wickedly as She continued to tickle your most sensitive areas. “I love tickling as a Femdom interrogation method because it elicits an involuntary response of laughter, a sign of delight and happiness. Even when you fight it with every ounce in your being, you cannot stop that involuntary response.

After a few minutes, though, those tickles become torturous. So torturous, in fact, that you will do or say anything to get them to stop. “Please, please. I will tell you anything you want to know,” you say, desperate to the those torturous tickles to stop.

Aftercare in the Aftermath

Satisfied She has the answers She was looking for, She slowly lets up on the tickle torture; slowly begins awakening your sense of hearing by removing the noise cancelling headphones, leaving only your blindfold in place. The interrogation had been brutal. She left no question unasked and allowed no question to go unanswered, controlling the pace through Her fingertips.

“Well, slave, I told you I would get the answers I was looking for one way or another, didn’t I? Now that I know your deepest, darkest secrets, I will use them to my advantage, turning you into a most obedient submissive. There, there. It’s almost over now, pet. Almost time for Ms. Demi’s Femdom Dungeon of Desire.

You just have to listen to this audio and collect your Femdom Dungeon Key before I collar and leash you and lead you over to Ms. Demi, leaving you in Her most capable hands!

There you have it, pets~ sensory deprivation and interrogation at the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon!

Until next time~

Your Intelligent Fantasies Mistress