I answered a post on Craigslist. It was placed by a woman who offered to capture your fantasies. She lived in a downtown loft and the post said it was a secure building. Even though I am 51, my desire for sex has not diminished. If anything, it has grown into places i would have never dreamed of before. Probably like many people, my sexual experiences have been vanilla safe. You know me on top, lights off, door closed. But as I said, lately it seemed that I was going through a sexual reawakening. And I found myself wanting to open a door deep in my mind that I had closed very hard a long time ago. Maybe this woman's ad was giving me the courage to walk up to the door and put my hand on the door knob. After a brief conversation with Beth, we got off her kitchen's red vinyl seats and she walked me into her play room. Over a glass of wine we discussed some possible scenarios. I wasn't sure what to expect. My heart was beating fast and loud as I did what she told me to do. I undressed and stood silently naked in front of her. Beth stood there just looking at me. No smile, no emotion, just staring. She walked up to me and held my balls in her hand and with her thumb she lightly stroked my cock. I was breathing in cold air, my sinuses had cleared partly from fear and partly from an unfamiliar emotion that I was experiencing for the first time. I don't know what to call what I was feeling, but it filled my body with a certain sexual energy I had never felt before. Beth tied my hands together with some black leather straps. She then placed a tight black collar around my neck. She told me to get on my knees in front of her. Beth was wearing a black leather corset, dark stockings and four inch high heels. The top of her corset was semi-circled and her beautiful breast were being firmly held. Beth had short blonde hair and with her red lipstick, she looked like an amazing and powerful woman. I didn't know what to expect, but I am sure Beth knew where she was going to take me and what I was going to experience. In Beth's devious mind, I was a captured WWII U.S. air pilot and she was one of Germany's most talented interrogators. Her job was simple. To get me to talk and she was going to use every method possible to get me to talk. Me? I was naked and on my knees in front of her. A silent man who had no idea what this woman was going to do to me.

My German interrogator walked behind me and violently grabbed my hair back and yelled at me, "You naked man, you naked man, I am going to crush you beneath my German heels and you are going to tell me everything you know." She let me hair go and I felt an odd sensation rush through my cock. I was scared, sexually scared. "Do you know how I am?" asked my German interrogator. I licked my lips and attempted to answer, but before I could get a word out my interrogator grabbed the black collar tighter and I couldn't answer. I was short on breath, still scared, and again an unfamiliar sensation ran through my naked cock. She released the collar and as I gasped for air, the German woman grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and yelled, "You poor American pilot, you will wish you would have burned with your plane when I am done with you ... unless."

Unless what? Unless what I thought to myself. As this German woman slowly walked around me, I could hear her heels tapping against the cold concrete floor. She walked in a rhythm, a slow rhythm and then she stopped in front of me. I was still on my knees in front of her. Through the sexual fear, I could smell her sweet vagina. She was clean shaven and I could see my German woman's sweet pussy. I was scared and wondering what my German woman had planned for me. She got on her knees and looked me in my eyes and asked me, "What are you thinking about?" I wasn't sure how to answer. I wanted her to grab my cock and swallow it into her red lips. I wanted her to throw me to the ground and let me lick her sweet pussy. But I was scared. How did my German interrogator want me to answer? She slapped me and asked again, "What are you thinking?"

Before I could answer she lowered herself more and began to lick my cock. Even though I was scared and I could feel the cold sweat in my armpits, I began to get erect. I thought to myself, please suck my cock you bitch, you fucking bitch, just suck my cock. As she licked the shaft of my cock again I started to feel some pain. My god, she somehow used only her teeth and was biting my skin hard, so painfully hard. She bit down on my foreskin and as my cock went limp with pain she stopped biting me and asked me louder, "What are you thinking about and you better not lie to me you little shit! Before you answer me, I am going to tell you something. I'll bet you were thinking that even though you are tied up and on your knees, I'll bet you thought that I was your fucking bitch and that I was going to suck your cock. Big mistake you little man. You are my bitch. I have you naked, tied up and on your knees. You are my bitch!" Again she asked, "So what are you thinking about ... bitch?"

I told her the truth, "Yes, I was thinking about you sucking my cock." She told me to stand up. I struggled to get up because my hands were tied. When I got on one knee she kicked me and I fell to the ground. My German interrogator then put one of her black heels on my chest and said to me, "You are mine. I own you. You're my bitch." She then took her shoe off my chest and stood over me for a second. What next I thought to myself? She gave me a little smile and then she started to pee on me. As her warm yellow piss poured on me she smiled and said to me, "You're my little bitch. I own you." She stood over me as I helplessly laid there while she peed on me. Most of her warm piss fell on my cock. As it began to run under me and onto the concrete floor some of her pee ran under me and began to fill the crack of my ass. Again, I was scared, but there was also some sexual tension building inside me. My cock felt good in an odd way. Even though I was humiliated that this woman had just peed on me I wanted to fuck her more. I wanted to fuck her with my cock covered with her pee.

Again she asked in a demanding voice, “What are you thinking?" I told her that I was aroused that she peed on me. She smiled and said, "You're starting to accept that you are my bitch." Now roll over and get on your knees. I struggled a bit to get on my knees. My ass was pointed up, my knees in the pool of her urine. I heard her now familiar rhythm of her black heels walk to another part of the room. I heard her stop and open a drawer. As she walked back towards me I heard a click then a buzzing or some sort of humming sound. My German interrogator walked behind me and placed a vibrator on my ass. She asked me as the vibrator was being run up and down my ass, "Ever been fucked in the ass you little bitch?" My mouth went cold, very cold. I never discussed getting ass fucked with Beth. Shit shit shit ... what was I going to say?

I was scared, really scared. Even though I was aroused with the role playing, Beth had me helplessly on my knees. I couldn't get up and I was afraid to ask her to stop. She asked me again, still in character of the German interrogator, "Ever been fucked in the ass?" I said no. "No, but an old girlfriend use to lick my ass when we'd fuck." I wasn't quite sure why I said that. Maybe I thought that my giving her some sexual history she'd get a little distracted and not stick that vibrator up my ass. "Oh you little bitch. So a woman has played with your ass. Did you like it?" I was afraid to tell her the truth. If I said yes, she might stick that thing in my ass. If I said no, she might know that I was lying to her and humiliate me some more. "Did you like it?" she asked in a demanding voice. I softly said, "Yes". "So big bad American flyboy likes to have his ass played with. Do your friends know that you get turned on when a woman plays with your ass?" Kneeling in a pool of her piss with my hands tied and my ass in the air I began to think about how Stella us to lick my ass while we'd fuck. I also thought of another ex girlfriend named Jeanne who use lo like to finger my ass while we fucked. It use to turn me on. It felt good to have Jeanne's finger up my ass as we fucked. I never admitted it to Jeanne or talk about it, but after awhile I looked forward to her fingering my ass. And the times she didn't do it I was sort of disappointed. My German interrogator walked around me. The vibrator was still on. Click ... click ... click ... her black heels were now in front of me. She turned off her vibrator. I told her that I would never tell my friends that I got turned on when a woman would play with me ass. "Good little bitch. So you like to have your ass played with." She said it more as a statement of fact than as a question. I couldn't believe what I had just said. She now put her foot under my mouth and told me to lick her toes. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick.

In a matter of minutes I had been pissed on and admitted that I liked to have my ass played with during sex. Now I was licking the toes of this blonde who I had only met a short time ago. Part of me was humiliated; part of me was still charged with sexual energy.

I started to lick my German interrogators toes and she suddenly lifted her foot and pushed me to the ground again. She stood there and said to me, "You are such a spineless little bitch, a spineless little bitch. Not once have you resisted. Not once have you showed me that you are worthy of that pair of balls that you have between your legs. I hope you don't think I'd fuck you after this total submissive display you little bitch!" I just laid there so confused. Yes, part of me wanted to just get up and fuck her against the wall and fill her hot pussy with my big fat cock and show her how much of a man I really am. A part of me thought that by playing along with Beth that I would end up getting fucked. But there was a part of me that was creeping out of the tightly shut door that was starting to reveal himself to me. I just laid there looking at my German interrogator hoping that she would physically taunt me and verbally abuse me. I was confused. "Get on your knees tiny dick!" I struggled a bit to turn over and get on my knees. Then she pushed me to the ground. "I said get on your knees!" Again I struggled to obey but got on my knees. Again she pushed me to the ground and said, "Do you have a pair? You are such a bitch are you going to do everything I tell you?" I just laid there looking up at her, confused. I thought that this is how the game was played. I did think that by obeying Beth 100% that I would get to slide my cock into her and fuck her like the submissive woman she really is. But I was beginning to wonder if this was more than just a game. I was confused, dirty from being on the ground so much and parts of my body had dried piss on them. I was so confused. "Get on your knees!" she said louder. I looked at her and in a confused sounding voice I said, "No". "What did you say bitch?" asked an annoyed sounding interrogator. I laid quiet, not a word. Again she commanded me to get on my knees. And again in a confused voice I said, "no". My German Amazon interrogator got on her knees and looked at me and asked, "I hope you don't think this is a game? My job is to extract by any means possible valuable information that will lead me to squeeze every last drop of dignity from your worthless pair of balls." She looked at me and asked me, "Now are you going to get on your knees my little bitch?” I couldn't speak I was more confused than ever, I just shook my head no. She sort of smiled and said, "Then prepare yourself bitch." With that she grabbed my pair of balls and began to squeeze them. At first it was a firm grip. But as the seconds ticked away her grip got tighter and tighter, harder and harder. She just smiled as she used her hand like a vise grip on my balls. At first it was a bit uncomfortable. Then the pain was getting stronger and stronger. It felt as if my balls would crack like nuts. I was getting scared and I could feel some sort of tightening of my muscles in my abdomen. She must have seen some fear in my eyes. I was trying to muster as much manhood as I had left and not beg for mercy or cry out for her to stop. It was my will and resistance to pain against her tightened grip on my balls. She squeezed tighter and I could feel her nails digging into my flesh. The pain was unbelievable, but I was determined to show her that I wasn't such a bitch and that my balls were not so useless as she had said to me. She gripped me as tight as she could and I was doing everything I could not to cry out. This was going on for seconds but it seemed like minutes. As she gripped tighter, I tensed up my body more to resist her. But my body was beginning to betray my will. The pain was spreading and it was growing. It not only felt like my balls were going to be crushed but it also felt as if my insides were going to come gushing out of my ass. I was beginning to break. I tried to speak. I tried to speak, but I didn't know what to say. Her grip so tight. I was in so much pain. more to follow ...