New interrogation fantasy.

Most of my interrogation fantasies are of torture, being helpless to stop the pain, and knowing that even after I talk, I'm still going to be tortured.  It's intense, it's pain, it's what I as a masochist crave.
It's what i masturbate to, and completely unrealistic.

But when I think about actual interrogation play, I still usually think about pain. About humiliation. About yelling, and being denied my needs and wants.  About helplessness.
When i prepare for an interrogation, I am steeling myself to resist, no matter the pain. I am preparing myself, knowing my strengths and weaknesses.
I know that I am a terrible liar. I can't bluff for shit. Now, in card games this helps because I make the same face for bluffing as I do for "I have a good hand and I'm trying to hide it." In a scene, I'm just lying. Or I made a really funny keyword/safeword/password to be gotten out of me. But those are the two options. I can't lie. I can't control that the blood rushes to my face when I lie, that I get a huge grin, and giggle.
I also know that one of the rules for an interrogation is not to speak at all. If you don't answer any question, you can't be lying, or giving away information.
Also, I am pretty resistant to pain.

Which, in theory would make me GREAT at interrogation play.

But here's my alternate thought. It came to me this morning, but I attribute my inspiration to reading some info on fetlife last night. You don't attack your opponent's strong points. I mean, duh. That's my typical fantasy, is having my strength tested. But that is NOT what interrogation is about. Interrogation play is a mind game.

So here's a new ideal way to interrogate me.  Yes, I am aware of the similarity to another game.

I am laid down on the bed, naked-ish. Maybe I have socks on, "for my comfort" - how considerate. And maybe my left arm is restrained, that sets me up for a typical scene. Instead of bringing out the floggers and the paddles to punish me for not giving up the information, Master brings over my box of dildos. He gives me my vibrator to use while I'm being interrogated. He brings over the condoms, too. I'm still expecting pain, still trying to cross my legs and cover up. He gently but firmly tells me to spread my legs, in the "I'm your Master, and I expect you to obey" voice, not the, "I'm going to hurt you if you do't listen because I'm a scary interrogator" voice. I think I would listen, after maybe arguing a little. But when he took the toys, and laid them out in order, and picked one, I think I would get quiet, and be a little curious. He's rubbing my clit, but gently, and it feels so good. His hand is warm, and it is a little chilly in here. I love when he runs his hands over my skin- my stomach, my legs, my breasts, when he cups my face in his hands because he loves me and just wants to look into my eyes for a moment. I'm confused, but I am really enjoying this, so I'm not going to complain. First toy. Well this is going to hurt, I bet. He just puts the very tip of the toy in, barely, barely in. "Use the vibrator. You know how you like it." Just the smallest amount of the toy possible is inside me. I almost can't feel it, but what I feel makes me want more. He's keeping track of the time on his phone. I moan when he just barely moves in and out of me. I want more. I can't see the time. He completely takes the toy out of me, wipes it off, and puts it down. I just know I have a distraught look on my face. He smiles. He picks up the next toy. As he rubs it on the outside of my pussy, he says,
"let's start with an easy question."
I whine. "I don't want to play that anymore, can't we just do this, please..."
"Sure," he answers, "Just tell me where it is, and we'll keep doing this once I know you've told me the truth." He pushes the tip of the next toy into me while he's talking, and resets the time on his phone- or does something with it.  There is a long line of toys waiting, and the first 4 or five have very small heads.
I close my mouth and shake my head, but a whimper escapes.
"Okay, that's fine. You don't have to give up the game yet. What is the least important info you can give me, then? Did you hide it in this room?"
I blush, and close my eyes hard, and giggle. I mumble something.
"What was that?"
"Them. Not it." I said it more clearly this time.
"What do you mean?"
"I, uh.... Separated them before I hid... them."
"Oh, ok" He takes out the toy, wipes it off, lays it down, and picks up the next one. "Good girl."
I turn the vibrator up when he starts teasing me with the next toy. I ask for it deeper, since I told him something. He says that wasn't negotiated. I try to push down onto it, but he tells me no. I stop, and pout. After a little bit of in and out, he does something new for me. No, not deeper, but he starts pushing up and down while it's in, too. I moan, and my mouth opens a little, I start to lean my head back. Fuck, I'm losing. I have to get my head in the game. But, I'm enjoying this game. I'm enjoying -losing- this game. He is watching me closely.  The toy comes out, wiped off, laid down. He picks up the next toy. He holds it, as if he's curious about it. He starts talking about something unrelated. I don't listen. I don't care. I want that toy in me, even if it's just a little bit in me. A little bit is better than nothing. I'm humping the air with my vibrator still on me.
"Pleeease."
"How many are there? I already know the answer, but I want you to tell me."
"What do I get?"
"What do you want, Babe?"
"The toy! And my nipples played with."
"I'm not going to put it in any deeper. Just the same as before."
"I... Ok, ok. That's fine. Deal?"
"Deal."
"There are four of them."
"Good girl." He puts the toy... on the bed! I am so frustrated, I want to scream through gritted teeth. He's moved away from me and is looking around the room for something. It takes what seems like an eternity for him to find what he's looking for.
Clothespins.
Deep breath. I breathe again. He plays with my nipples for a few seconds, to make sure they're hard. They were, but being touched feels so amazing. I'm so grateful for the stimulation, even that nerve-wracking moment when the clothespins go on.
"And the toy. The toy please, Sir."
He finally puts the toy up to me. And even more finally, in. He just holds it there this time. No in and out, no moving around, it's just still. It feels amazing. He hasn't had to use lube yet.
The next time I want something new I have to tell him where one of them are.
I lie.  He leaves to check for it, taking the vibrator away and putting the toys out of reach so I can't play with myself while he's out of the room. He promises it will be worth it.