My Captivity and Interrogation with a Femdom

This is the story of my captivity and interrogation with a Captivity Hell Femdom. You won’t believe what an incredible turn-on it was for me.

“Sit down and don’t speak unless I say. Do you understand?” That is what I heard, at the beginning of our first session. I sat and stared silently, nodding and unsure if I should verbally say I understood or if the interrogation femdom standing before me would see that as speaking without permission. My hesitation in that moment got me punished later. She had in fact said, “Sit down and don’t speak unless I ask you a question.” She had then asked one and I had hesitated. This isn’t a point we can argue, I don’t think there are any points I can argue with her. She is, after all, the one in control of our relationship.

This essay is her allowing me to tell you about my captivity and subsequent interrogation. Femdom or no, I had the choice to write and I wanted to, really I did. You should know that sometimes what seems like a good idea at the time, really isn’t always and sometimes, you think you know someone and really, even if you are married to them, you only know the surface. When I chose to cheat on my sweet and beautiful wife, I had no idea she was a strict femdom before we met and would not hesitate to revert to her natural state, should she be pushed in that direction.

Captivity and Interrogation: How it Started 

My wife and I have been together about five years as a married couple and before that she was the incredibly sexy woman working in the office on the floor above mine. I never went up there, that floor required a key to access it. I’m still not completely sure what they did up there and certainly can’t ask her now, but I digress. We met there, because I saw her in the elevator every day and finally got up the nerve, after a few good mornings, to ask her out. We had a great time and were married about a year after we started dating. All my friends were jealous and I knew I was lucky, so you are probably wondering why the hell I would cheat on this woman.

In my defense, it wasn’t like I planned it. Though she says that is not even the beginning of a reason or excuse and I need to come up with something better if I expect any sympathy from her. I’m pretty certain I won’t get her sympathy no matter what I say and do not deserve it. I was on a business trip, the company we were meeting with set us up with dinner and companions. We drank, chatted and had a good time. She slipped me her number and alone in my hotel room that night, I called it. There isn’t an excuse, my wife was home asleep and that’s why she didn’t answer when I called her, though knowing she is an interrogation femdom I’m not positive that’s true. Doesn’t matter. What matters is I called someone else, I spent the night having sex with her and then I saw her two more times, every time we went back out to California for business.

I Deserve This and Now I Understand

My captivity now is my punishment for these times of cheating on her. “I gave you a chance.” That’s what she said to me, when I first realized that my naked penis now had a cock cage on it and the key hung around her neck. She knew after the first time, but tried to believe it was a one time slip and not punish me. She gave me enough rope and I hung myself with it, just like a man. My interrogation femdom got every bit of information out of me that she wanted and told me not to worry, she isn’t leaving me. After much begging, I was happy to hear that.

Now, I’m not sure that should have been relieved, because it seems that my captivity isn’t going to mean I’m tied in a chair or to a bed and used as a sex slave. I’ll admit the idea of that wasn’t completely horrible. My captivity will be ongoing. She had a cock cage on me, a chastity device to make sure I don’t have any more “accidental encounters”. From now, until the foreseeable future, she will be the only one who can unlock my cock. Permission to stroke is something I’ll have to earn, though she hasn’t said how yet, I can only imagine what she might have in store for me. Is it wrong to admit, that it turns me on?