12 Days of Kinkmas – Day #9 – ‘The Interview’

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ELIZABETH ABIGAIL QUINN

PART ONE OF RECORDED INTERVIEW

Date: – 9/12/18

 Duration: – 14 Minutes

No. Of Pages: – 3

 

 

Detective Andrews: This interview is being tape recorded at 10am. My name is Detective Aaron Andrews. Miss, what’s your full name?

Elizabeth Quinn: Elizabeth Abigail Quinn.

Detective Andrews: Okay. Just start whenever you’d like to, Miss Quinn.

Elizabeth Quinn: Uh…I’m not really sure where to start.

Detective Andrews: From the beginning – what do you remember? Or we can do this when you’re feeling up to it.

Elizabeth Quinn: I remember…I…I….It was late. I was…heading out to drinks. A get-together. Only…uh…someone….I mean, I don’t remember the next part…

Detective Andrews: That’s okay.

Elizabeth Quinn: I woke up in the room. Cold, I remember it being cold but it was like a bedroom. Uh. Unfurnished but with a bed… in the middle, the bed that I…uh…was tied to on. And there was this man…A santa, with a santa mask but with the full outfit, the red suit and…He would…He dressed me. Candy Cane socks and….green and red underwear and…this stupid elf hat. I was his Elf, he would say. His sweet elf. He’d..uh…he taught me things at first. How to, uh, kneel. To kneel with my back straight. If I was wrong he’d…

[Elizabeth turns around and lifts up her blouse, showing scars on her lower shoulder blade where she had been struck by the unknown assailant.]

Detective Andrews: He’d hit you.

Elizabeth Quinn: Sometimes with his fist. Other times with his belt. Most times he’d…punish me by uh, forcing me to….orgasm by….by….[inaudible]. A candy cane…. [inaudible]. Other times he would rape me. As a gift each morning he would say, and uh, each night as a goodnight. Sometimes I would wake up and I couldn’t tell what day it was, except that I was…..soaked. And he’d tell me. He’d say it in his santa voice – he’d always use that Santa voice – he’d talk to me about hypnotic suggestion. That he could cause me to…..orgasm. To squirt. I didn’t know what to believe, but sometimes I’d feel…well, I’d feel out of my body. But watching. And I would feel there, and present but I was only watching. And I could see myself… touching myself and….enjoying it? And…orgasming and squirting on cue and on myself and on the bed… I don’t know what to believe now. What was a dream and what was not…I mean I could see myself doing things I…..

Elizabeth Quinn: Before all that…he’d sit and read to me, gently, like some sort of children’s television host. He’d teach me about kneeling, yeah, and behaving – about slave discipline. About obedience. About servitude. About….about….my….

Detective Andrews: When you were found this morning, er, nude in an alleyway off of the CBD, you were talking about….other Elves?

Elizabeth Quinn: Other helpers…willing helpers.

Detective Andrews: Willing? Could you describe them?

Elizabeth Quinn: I can’t…I…I mean, they had their own masks…

Detective Andrews: Anything you can give me.

Elizabeth Quinn: One was a woman…she’d love to…She sounded…foreign? Uh, English I think? The other was a man. I couldn’t tell where he was from.. The both of them would help train me to be…what they’d call obedient, in the name of Christmas cheer. They’d take turns. Sometimes she would come, and feed me breakfast…uh…sometimes fruit…sometimes not. She would force me to watch porn with her and if I didn’t, she would hit me with her…paddle. I would come, for her amusement. Sometimes with her too, alongside her. A double…

Elizabeth Quinn: Other times I would be chained beneath them sometimes, while they masturbated over me, watching me and each other. Sometimes I’d be forced to…perform oral while someone took me anally. It was like being in a nightmare. I never knew it would end. When they would decide to stop flogging me, both of them. Almost in time. Almost.

Elizabeth Quinn: Sometimes…sometimes I could be above all four of us, watching. Like something out of a dream. Hovering and watching me, seeing how pink my….behind was. How raw my skin was, like I wasn’t me anymore. Like I WAS this elf….or that I no longer existed anymore. That I was viewing a dream of myself. Or that I was waking to reality.

Detective Andrews: This was the hypnotic suggestion?

Elizabeth Quinn: Yes. Or. So I think. I don’t know. Is this what you want?

Detective Andrews: Anything you can give us, about who these criminals were, about where you were for so long…Your family filed a missing persons report back in June…

Elizabeth Quinn: June….I can’t believe it’s been so long. This elf – I mean…I’m sorry. I’ve been trying not to do that this whole time.

Detective Andrews: No, do not apologise.

Elizabeth Quinn: They called it speech protocol. If I got it right without missing a beat, I’d be fed. And if I didn’t…

Detective Andrews: We don’t have to talk about it.

Elizabeth Quinn: I’m sorry.

Detective Andrews: There’s really no need to apologise, Miss Quinn.

Elizabeth Quinn: Please don’t [inaudible].

Detective Andrews: I would never. Er, we can stop this here for now.

END OF PART ONE

 

 

 

 

Why I love strong women: In and out of roles in BDSM

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See, the submissive woman is quite strong. There’s a vulnerability there for sure but at her core, she is strong undeterred. This is something that I’ve noticed in every submissive woman I’ve met. And it makes me respect and appreciate that individual more.

I’ve always loved strong women. In my life or in my novels and films. I look back at everything I watch and enjoy and dead set, at the centre of it all is a woman who stands tall above all else, raises her finger to the guys and always comes out on top.

Maybe that’s why I have a nurturing side to me? Maybe that’s why I find Domme’s particularly attractive.

On the latter point, it’s more than just the girl-on-girl action between a female Domme and a female submissive which, yeah – I find quite beautiful and ok, arousing – but it’s the idea of this no-nonsense talking Domme that grabs my attention. I kind of wait to sit in a room with a Domme and pick her brain. I’m not submissive by any means but what fascinates me about anyone is how they think, what drives them and why? I love absorbing people and learning about who they are. About their darkness. And that brings me back to a Domme because there’s a ferocity there. Why is it there? How did it get there? What are they afraid of and what drives them? Any Domme ladies here, see that as an invitation to email me because I’d welcome a dialogue about your life and mind.

But getting back on track – maybe my nurturing side is linked to my love for strong women. Exercises between my pet and I include building her up so that she feels more confident and embraces her inner sex goddess, which sounds cheesy but think about it: if you get to that inner core, that’s your true self right there so you might as well tap into it and embrace it.

And then there is the submissive. The strong woman that makes her choice of Dominant, that takes the punishments and then with all this, she grows beyond all this into something more. Why? Why does she submit? That immense trust and strength there is…well, staggering. I have great respect and admiration for these women, for they are putting their body and minds in the care of someone else, a mind they don’t fully know or might not fully comprehend. Beautiful.

I guess what I am trying to say is: I have a great amount of respect for the ordinary woman, for their plights and battles. Their unwavering strength is extraordinary. My mother taught me this and I love her greatly.

And then, when an already strong woman takes it upon herself to step into the world of BDSM, to learn new rules and adapt to a new environment, I am gobsmacked all over again. Wow.

You know, I could receive hundreds of emails all from readers, some following, some too shy that they stay in the shadows, and it might not be enough. Because I love hearing about everyone and I have an unquenchable thirst to learn as much as I possibly can from these people. Perhaps that’s unobtainable or unreasonable or just plain foolish. But as it is, that’s how I feel.

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