"You have a beautiful apartment, Miss Velvet, thank you for inviting me back here with you", he glowed at me.
"Ohhhh, it's my pleasure, Mr Dean", I purred as I traced my finger delicately over his jawline.
"Is this a habit of yours, seducing men in bars and bringing them home?", he questioned playfully.
"Only the special ones", I replied without missing a beat. "Why don't you get more comfortable and join me over here on the bed?"
He dutifully obliged, of course. I have a unique way of enchanting men, coaxing them into submission. But that is exactly the reason the agency recruited me.
"So, Mr Dean, are you in the habit of returning home with strange women?" I posed as I began undoing his tie.
He relaxed audibly with a gentle sigh. "From time to time", he replied.
I giggled slightly, "Yes, I imagine a man of your calibre has no problem with the ladies", with a hint of sarcasm and a raised eyebrow. "Tell me, Mr Dean, as you seem very well travelled, what do you do for work?" I feigned interest but I already knew the answer.
"I am a travelling salesman", he responded in his well-rehearsed lie.
"Ahhh of course", I played along. "Where do you travel to exactly?"
"Here and there", he responded crytically.
"Have you ever been to Korea, Mr Dean? I hear it is a marvellous country, aside from the dictatorship, of course", I tested him.
"I've been once or twice", he replied squarely.
"Yes, you look like the kind of man who would have visited, being so well travelled. How about Russia?", I weaved in, all the while distracting him by unbuttoning his shirt seductively.
"Russia? Hmmm... Yes, once or twice", he responded, clearly focused on the other actions in the room, just as I had planned.
A first omission. Now I could continue.
"Anyway, enough of this work chat, I am sure you want to take yourself away from all of this for a while! Tell me, Mr Dean, are you an experimental man.... sexually?"
His eyes widened, "Ha, emmmm, well I've been tied up before if that's what you mean?"
I decided to play his game. It was important if I wanted him to play mine. Trust was paramount.
I laughed, "Yes, I bet you HAVE found yourself in knots once or twice".
He laughed along. Silly man, he had no idea I was laughing at him and what I had planned for him. These types, surprisingly naive despite their professions. Every last one of them has been just toooooo easy to put where I want them.
I reached to my bedside table and produced a long satin ribbon, with a mischievous smile growing. Without saying a word, I took his hands behind his back and tied then, tightly.
"Hahaha, Miss Velvet, I can see this isn't your first time tying someone up!", his skin flushed with the thought of what may lie ahead.
"I thought we could delve into your curious side", I winked before slipping a blindfold over his eyes. "Infact, I know just the thing to do with you", I whispered into his ear. I loved this part, the part where they tangibly buzz with excitement, right before it comes crashing down in one tremendous motion.
I guided his body through to the room next door. Not just any room, but a room that I had created exactly for this purpose. It was, after all, my expertise. My room was my sanctuary, decorated in opulent navy blues and golds, dim lighting and an array of beautiful tools; tools I will need to complete my mission successfully.
"Where are we?", he asked with disguised nervousness, still blindfolded and tied.
I didn't reply. My niceties were over now that I had him. Just as well, there is only so long I can pretend to actually like someone. Instead, I moved him towards the chains on the wall, chains with strategically placed straps. Strangely, he didn't protest. I guess he still thought we were having a mutual playtime.
I untied the ribbon, letting it fall silently to the ground.
"Letting me loose, are you?" he chuckled relieved.
"Not quite", I retorted. "Don't worry, you're in perfectly safe hands", I smirked to myself.
Taking his right arm first, I stroked the entire length from his shoulder to his wrist, before attaching a leather cuff and hooking it to the chain above his head. Then his left arm, so that he was suitably restrained. I produced a thick leather collar and buckled it around his neck, tightly, before hooking that, too, to the chain structure. I had heard of his reputation and experience, there was no way I could risk him escaping.
I yanked the blindfold off and watched with fascination as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. His gazed trailed up to the chains, his cuffed arms and finally realising he was secured firmly, he stuttered "What is all of this, Miss Velvet?" He tried to maintain his suave demeanour but I could see right through it. It was my job to see the things others didn't.
I placed myself in my golden throne, with a riding crop in my hand. I should have had popcorn, because this was going to be some show. THIS is the moment I adore.
"I told you, we were going to have some fun. Although, I should have said "I", I was going to have some fun" I rattled at him without an ounce of emotion in my voice.
"Let's get straight to the point, Mr Dean, your trip to Korea dated January 3rd of this year, lasted only two short days. Why were you there?" I tartly directed at him.
"Wh-wh-what on earth?!!!", he began, but I cut him off before he could continue.
"Your trip to Russia, saw you there for just a singular day, in February. Why". It was no longer a question, but rather a demand.
"How do you know all of this? We met just this evening. Have you been looking through my phone or something?" he scrambled.
I sighed sharply. Followed by a chuckle.
"You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mr Dean? You are just like the last man I had chained to my wall, so consumed by the prospect of having sex with a creature like myself that you genuinely believe that could be the only reason I brought you back here. Your judgement has been so clouded that you didn't stop to ponder on what should now be blatantly obvious; obvious to anyone who doesn't think with their dick - I was hired to bring you here", I explained, completely bemused.
The reality of the situation he was in hit him like a tonne of bricks.
"Oh yes, I've been on your tail for quite a while now. The short trips, the meetings with anonymous guests, the sneaking around off mission; it all points to one thing really but the agency wanted me to have solid evidence".
"The agency?" he tried, looking confused.
"Yes Deans, THE agency. Don't make me spell it out any further. We share the same employer, you and I".
He audibly gulped, "Look, I think you've got it all wrong. The agency sent me on those trips, they know all about them!!", he protested.
I stalked towards him, like a panther moving towards her prey. I kissed his cheek delicately "It's time to make you sing, Tweety Pie".
Before he could say another word, I smothered his nose and mouth with my hands, ensuring there was no oxygen available to him. I could feel him trying to scream under my palm, but of course, he couldn't. Besides it wouldn't matter if he could, I had my torture room soundproofed.
I swung my hands away "Are you ready to talk?", I asked.
"There's nothing to talk about!" He really was determined to try throw me off course.
"Wrong answer", I spat as my hands resumed their previous position over his face. This time I pressed in with strength, until his eyes started rolling backwards. I let go to find him gasping for air.
"Please", he pleaded. "You have this all wrong!"
Before he had a chance to take a breath of beautiful fresh air, I cut him off, enveloping his face with my hands again. Over and over this continued until he was starting to get exhausted.
"Perfect", I thought, "it should be smooth sailing from here".
Now, too tired to fight back or escape, I unhooked him from the chains and forced him up onto the bondage bed. I'd always been commended for my interrogation tactics, however controversial they seemed; they got results and this time will be no different. Jamming a spreader bar between his ankles, he shook to being a little more conscious.
"What is this? Please, you don't have to do this. I am one of you. Is this how you treat colleagues?!" he attempted.
I didn't respond. Until he gave me the information I needed, he would get no more from me. Instead, I stepped into my strap on and pulled it up over my latex coated thighs.
"WHAT THE FUCK??!! You get away from me with that thing, you crazy bitch!" he screamed.
I turned slowly, raised one eyebrow and smirked. If he thinks this is crazy, just wait til he sees what I do with it. I walked towards him, with the huge dildo swaying side to side in line with my steps. They didn't call this one "Big Mamba" for nothing! Ignoring his pleads, I raised his legs above his head and drove the mamba into him, first gently, before working up to a solid rhythm. By the end, I was sweating, feeling powerful and my victim was halfway to tears.
"Fine, I'll talk", he mumbled. "Just keep that thing away from me", pointing to the massive weapon that just fucked his innocence away. "I'm in the process of switching sides, moving away from the agency and becoming a mole", he genuinely looked sorrowful but that could also have been the after effects of being pegged by me. Anyway, there's no space in an agent's heart for empathy. This prick was a mole and he had to pay for that.
"That'll do, Deans", I stopped him. I stepped up onto the bondage bed, moved my pants to the side under my dress and proceeded to pee all over his face and body before hopping off, leaving him spluttering in a pile of my piss.
That'll teach him.
This is an extract from a roleplay scenario I had in Glasgow last week, it was exceptionally fun! Not only did it have elements of BDSM, adding a roleplay element allowed my imagination to run a little wild and push this scene to places it may not normally have gone to.