As chief interrogators of the Dominant Female Party, Mistress Rebecca Raynor and I are expert in tracking down the few remaining rebellious males still loose on our streets. Few men dragged to our chambers can hold out for long. This one has been softened up with a spell in solitary confinement, and now a few slaps and some ball crushing will soon get him talking. In our new version of the suspect’s “Miranda” rights, “You do not have the right to remain silent: you do not have the right to a lawyer. You do, however, have the right to suffer as I ram my fingers in your arse."