A Dominatrix's Diary

My little escapades so far had in their own way given me the “thrill” I was looking for; a thrill that increased in intensity with each one.  Although this was exactly what I was seeking, there was one problem and that was the cost.  Because each of the abductions had generated very little income I was seriously out of pocket. The only option seemed to be to increase my standard Dominatrix work. But then I had a thought; why not get the “victim” to pay?

I thought about the type of person I could abduct who might pay without worrying about the financial loss. I quickly settled on the Investment Banking community as generally having a lot of disposable income. After some research I found a place where such people went after work, and I put a plan into action.

A couple of weeks later I walked into the Sports Bar used by two of the large London firms for after-work gatherings. I had chosen my outfit with care to ensure I appealed to their “base instincts”.  I was wearing a blond wig with long straight hair that reached halfway down my back.   My makeup was a little “over the top” but went with the clothes I was wearing.  Many would describe it as a school girl outfit. Certainly the plaid kilt style skirt was short and the white crop top was a tight fit. I had dispensed with a bra for the night so my nipples were on view!  I had also decided knee length black boots would complete the overall look.

My attire had the desired effect and soon the bankers were falling over themselves to buy me drinks. I was able to easily “work the room” listening to stories about their lives until I came across Michael.  He clearly wanted to “have me”; so much so that he told me almost immediately that he lived alone in a big house.

He was clearly trying to impress me, but he had no idea that I had my own motive for agreeing to go home with him at the end of the night.  His colleagues seemed jealous, something he seemed to enjoy; he was a man who clearly liked power. He would soon learn where the power lay!

I had packed what I needed in a large Gladstone type bag that I collected along with my coat from the cloakroom. Michael had a Porsche; naturally! It had a personalised number plate; naturally!  As he drove us away from the bar his hand strayed to my thigh and I let him have his moment.  By the time we reached his mansion his hand was between my thighs and he was driving one handed!

As the car approached a set of wrought iron gates he pulled a remote from his pocket and the gates slid open; how pretentious I thought.  The house was huge, probably seven or eight bedrooms.  It was in darkness which seemed to confirm he lived on his own; just as I had hoped.

As he disabled the alarm I noted the code he used. He took my hand and led me inside; ‘I’ll fix us a drink’, he said turning on the lights with a remote control he had picked up by the front door.  As he moved to a bar in the corner of the lounge I opened my bag and retrieved the syringe.

He returned and put the drinks on a table before leaning in to kiss me and grab my right breast. As he did I stabbed the syringe into his neck and pressed the plunger.

As with each of my “victims” thus far; there was a moment of horror followed by an outburst of “what the f*ck’s going on?” before he keeled over. 

I left him on the floor and went to check out the house.  There were in fact six bedrooms and even a swimming pool but fortunately we were alone. There were no pictures or anything to suggest a girl or boy friend.

I rummaged through his desk drawers and unsurprisingly found a stash of pornography; what man doesn’t have some?  Next to his bedroom was a dressing room with a double walk-in wardrobe. He had at least 20 bespoke suits along with silk shirts and ties galore.

What was interesting was a box at the back of the wardrobe which was almost like a dressing up box.  It contained a Nurse’s uniform, a School girl uniform not unlike the one I was wearing and French Maid’s outfit.  There was also a collection of gags, ropes, handcuffs, whips and dildos.  Who they were intended for; I didn’t know at that moment.

I collected some silk ties and some of his silk boxers and went back downstairs.  I got changed into my coveralls, gloves and balaclava conscious that shedding DNA was even more of a problem in this house.

I bound his wrists, elbows, ankles and legs with his ties and stuffed two pairs of silk boxers in his mouth and used another tie to hold them in place, not a pretty gag but it would do for now. 

I settled down with the drink he had prepared to wait for him to wake up.  Then I had an idea; I checked his jacket and retrieved his phone. Of course it was locked; but this model had a fingerprint scanner on it so I pressed his index finger to it and the phone opened up.

He obviously believed the phone was secure because he had left it logged into his bank and as I looked through his accounts I realised how seriously wealthy he was.  I scrolled though his calendar and found he was due to attend a meeting on Monday morning, but there was nothing shown for the weekend.

His photo album was interesting though; there were literally dozens of photos of gorgeous women, many taken at night clubs including some “up skirt photos”.  There were also a couple of hundred or so which were clearly taken in one of the bedrooms I had seen upstairs.

On the face of it the bedroom was a standard room but the photos showed women wearing the uniforms from the box I had found and each of them was tied to the bed with rope. The bed was covered with red satin sheets rather than the bland covers I had seen. It seemed Michael was indulging his fetish with Escorts or perhaps women he had picked up.  He could clearly afford it, but exactly what he got up to wasn’t documented in the photos; but I could guess from the whips and dildos!

I went to the settings on his phone and disabled the lock screen so that I could access it later. This “abduction” was going to be better than the rest I realised and was set to be very lucrative! Michael would be begging for release later; which gave me an idea.

As he was still asleep I carried him up the bedroom that appeared in the photos. I retrieved the Maid’s uniform from his dressing up box and after searching various drawers I found the red satin sheets from the photos. 

I untied and stripped him.  His body was well toned and devoid of hair which was unusual for a man. 

After pulling the covers off the bed and fitting the satin sheets I dressed him in the black uniform with its white pinafore and tied him to the bed with red rope from the box, using the concealed eyebolts to secure him.  I removed the tie from his mouth and pulled out the boxers and replaced them with a red ball gag which was fitted to a leather harness that went over and around his head. Once I had adjusted the buckles on the various straps his mouth was forced closed over the ball and D shackles on the harness connected to bolts on the bed to hold his head tightly in place. Michael was now the “victim” and I took some photos using his phone.

I went downstairs, collected my drink and then sat on the edge of the bed to wait for him to wake.

When he did wake he looked confused as the drug wore off and he took in his surroundings and predicament. ‘So Michael’, I said, ‘how does it feel to be the victim?’

He tried to answer but as he was gagged he couldn’t! ‘I’ve seen the photos on your phone and looked around your house and that has rather changed what I had planned for you.’

Michael looked confused so I enlightened him; ‘I had intended to abduct you, have some fun at your expense and then demand a payment in order to leave you alone. Now however that fun is going to be much more serious and your payment for me to walk away much larger as a result of seeing those images on your phone, which by the way I have copied.’

He looked embarrassed and even tested the ropes, but I know how to tie knots.  His cock was erect by now and I frustrated him by teasing it through the soft material of the dress part of the uniform. He stopped straining and started moaning, but pleasure wasn’t on my agenda; at least not for him!

I drove my fist into his balls and he cried out in pain.  I laughed and did it again and again. ‘I can keep this up all night’, I said and he shook his head. ’Oh poor Michael; is it not nice being the victim?’ I said picking up his camera and taking some more photos. ‘Perhaps I’ll send one to everyone in your contacts list’, I said and he shook his head violently as far as the shackles allowed.

‘I’ll think about it whilst I have a longer look around your beautiful house’, I said leaving the room.  I went through every drawer and cupboard emptying the contents onto the floor. Eventually I had found £1,000 in cash and a pile of expensive watches and jewellery which would net a reasonable return later.  Michael would provide more cash once I had the pin numbers for his debit and the three credit cards I had found I thought.

What I also found was a packet of tablets which I recognised were one of several types used as “date rape” drugs.  They would be crushed and added to a person’s drink in a bar and after an hour or so the person would become drowsy and disorientated and eventually fall asleep. Usually it was women who fell victim to a date rape drug; but sometimes it was men.

What Michael did with the tablets I could only wonder, but what I would do with them was obvious!

I collected his suits, all clearly very expensive, leaving one in the wardrobe along with one shirt and walked across to the bedroom where he lay bound and gagged.  He watched as I dropped the suits and shirts in a pile on the floor. His eyes widened when I produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut each into pieces. ‘That’s just a demonstration of my power over you’, I said, enjoying this. I could feel my knickers were wet with excitement.

I crushed one tablet into a glass of water making sure he didn’t see what I had done. ‘You look like you need a drink’, I said holding the glass to his ball gagged mouth.  I slowly dribbled water into his mouth; I didn’t intend to take the gag out just yet, but he drank greedily.

Leaving him to the mercy of the drug I went down and checked out his kitchen; we would need food during the weekend and I wanted to see what he had. His freezer was well stocked as was his store cupboard, so it didn’t look like we would starve.

When I returned to the bedroom the drug had taken effect and he was asleep.  I untied him and dragged him downstairs and into the kitchen. I tied him face down over an expansive island unit with his bottom hanging over the edge of the cold granite surface.

I removed the harness and ball gag and replaced it with several dishcloths.  I packed two in his mouth and tied a twisted one between his lips followed by a carefully folded one over his mouth.

Whilst he slept I tied twine around his scrotum forcing his balls down to the end of the sac before tying the other end of the twine to a nail I hammered into the base of the unit.  I adjusted the twine to stretch his balls as far as I could down towards the floor.

After collecting my strap-on and a small whip I had taken from his collection I pulled the skirt up to reveal his naked arse and sat down with another drink to wait for him to come round.

Eventually he woke up and I stood in front of him.  He couldn’t fail to see the large strap on projecting from my groinf. ‘How was the experience of the drug you probably used to have your way with some of the women in your photo gallery?’ I asked and he stared blankly at me whilst straining against the ropes. ‘I know what I am doing when it comes to tying knots’, I said, ‘so you won’t get free!’

I walked around the island and picked up the whip. It was only small but the strands of leather were thin and it would do its job I thought as I flexed my arm.  The whip cracked as it landed on his bare arse and he bucked against the ropes and cried through the gag. It made no impression on me as I laid into him.

By the time I had finished his arse was bright red with lots of intersecting lines and even a small amount of blood.  I found some salt and rubbed it into the damaged flesh; just to add to his suffering you understand.

I allowed him no rest bite as I rammed the phallus which was buckled to the strap around waist into his rectum forcing my way in until my pubic bone hit his arse.  I pulled back and drove home several times before changing my technique.  This time I forced the phallus in from the side widening and tearing his rectum in the process.  The end of the phallus rubbed against my clitoris and it didn’t take me long to reach an orgasm.

Once I tired of raping him I withdrew and after cleaning the blood from my strap-on I dropped it into the bag and collected some carrots and a cucumber from the fridge. I used those to continue the rape of his rectum and soon they too were covering in smears of blood.  There were also drops of precum from his erect cock on the floor I noticed.  Perhaps he was enjoying this!

I had noticed in the fridge a container of squirty cream so I filled his arse with cream and forced several peeled bananas in and then I walked back to stand in front of him where he could see me.

‘What I want Michael are the PIN numbers for your credit and debit cards’. He shook his head and I laughed; I didn’t think it would be that easy, but I had to ask!

I shook my head and walked back around the island once again and picked up the whip. My target this time was his stretched balls which by now were all nice and shiny.  Even with his legs spread they were a difficult target particularly as I did it one handed whilst videoing with the other.  Soon however they were as red as his arse.  This punishment clearly turned him on because his cock suddenly twitched and sprayed sperm onto the floor. At the same time he farted and blew bananas and cream from his rectum.  It made a great video clip I thought as I reviewed it.

I went upstairs and collect a pair of handcuffs and the key and once back in the kitchen I untied his wrists and despite him trying to resist I handcuffed them behind his back.  I then released his legs and tied them together in a loose hobble using some of the rope just to prevent him trying to make a break for freedom. I also untied the twine from his balls.

I unbuckled the gag and predictably he was vitriolic in his shouting to be released.  I let him finish and then I walked over and without warning slammed my clenched fist into his midriff.  He collapsed to the floor sucking air into his lungs.

‘I’m not sure you fully understand your predicament Michael’, I said calmly. ‘You live alone so I don’t think anyone is going to disturb us.  You have photos showing you like to take advantage of women and indeed some of them appear to be under age!  You clearly believe that money equals power and with money you can get away with anything.  Well let me tell you that the only thing money will do for you right now is to buy your freedom.’

Immediately and predictably he asked how much and I laughed; ‘it’s too soon to negotiate your freedom’, I said putting an edge to my voice. I took a photo of him lying on the floor in his maid’s uniform before raiding his cupboard and making myself something to eat.  It would soon be time to get some sleep so I filled a bowl with cold water and put it on the floor.

‘I couldn’t care less if you drink or not but it’s there if you want it’, I said eating the sandwich I had made. He asked to be released but I just laughed and took a photo as he buried his face in the dish eventually and lapped up the water like a dog which I took pleasure in filming.

When I had finished eating I dragged him back upstairs to the bedroom and tied him on his back using the rope still attached to the rings in the bed.  It would be painful trying to sleep lying on handcuffs but I didn’t care.  I gagged him with the ball gag and pulled a duvet over him and turned the light out. I slept in his bed, which was very comfortable, wearing a pair of his silk boxers.  I realised I was leaving DNA everywhere which would have to be dealt with before I left.

In the morning I made breakfast for myself and then untied him and after allowing him to use the toilet; he missed the bowl quite a bit as he couldn’t hold his cock on account of his wrists still being handcuffed behind his back; but that wasn’t my problem.  I then dragged him down to the kitchen. I had put out two bowls on the floor; one full of water and the other contained scrambled egg.  I videoed him eating like a dog once more.

I was going to dress him in one of the other uniforms but decided to stick with the Maid’s one for the time being. What happened in the next few hours would hopefully break his will and make him give up his PIN numbers.

I gagged him again with the harness gag and then I knee’d him in the balls laughing as he collapsed once more.  In no time I had tied him over the island just like last night. I picked up the wooden rolling pin; ‘Now Michael there are a couple of ways today can work out for you’, I said hitting the palm of my hand with the wood.

‘You can tell me your PIN numbers and the password for your computer and we can have a bit of fun and I’ll leave you alone. Alternatively I will torture you in so many ways until you give me what I want. I will enjoy that; but I guarantee you won’t.’

He made to speak but the gag prevented him but I wasn’t about to allow him to make the choice just yet.  First he needed to experience pain to understand that I was serious.

I brought the rolling pin down on his left hamstring – his leg was stretched tightly which added to the shock and the resulting pain.  His body bucked against the ropes but he was going nowhere. I brought the pin down on his other leg and repeated it several times  There was no way he would be able to walk for a while, which was exactly what I intended.

I untied him and dragged him out through the bi-fold doors into his expansive and secluded garden.  I dropped him onto the wet grass and he watched as I rammed a garden fork into the grass next to a mature tree. I found a saw in the garden shed and I cut the D handle off the fork leaving a shaft that was I hoped the right length.

I placed two bricks on the lawn either side of the fork and helped up and made him stand on them. I tied a rope around his chest and the tree and then opened one of the handcuffs to allow me to pull his wrists around the tree and click them closed again.

His eyes told me he knew what was about to happen.  After checking the shaft of the fork was in-line with his rectum I kicked the bricks away and he screamed a muted scream as he sank onto the shaft. How far it penetrated I didn’t know but it certainly went in a long way!

His look of pain masked a look of anger which turned to more pain as I pulled his top open and bit each nipple in turn. My attack on them was relentless over the next hour or so.  I used my teeth, my nails, the point of a pair of secateurs from the shed and some sandpaper I had found in there as well. Blood was oozing down his chest by the time I stopped.

The skirtt was wet with liquid oozing from his rampant cock indicating he was subconsciously enjoying this.  I stuck some duct tape over his eyes and left him whilst I went back into the house to have a drink and get something to eat.

Whilst I ate I scrolled through his phone checking the photos and made an interesting discovery. I cross-checked the date of the photos taken of the women in his bedroom with his calendar and the stupid idiot had appointments giving the names and telephone numbers!

I used my mobile to call the first person. Wendy answered almost immediately and I quickly explained how I had got her number. Initially she was reluctant to talk about what happened but after a while, and after I had explained what I had done, she started to open up.

On a whim I asked if she wanted to come and exact some revenge and she jumped at the chance. She agreed to drive round straightway. I could have called the others but I thought best to only involve one of them; at least for now!

Wendy arrived as I was finishing my food. She told me what he had done to her and I wasn’t surprised given what I had seen in the box in the bedroom. It may have been only what I would have done, but then she would have been paying me to do it rather than being drugged and forced against her will as he had done. It was time to make him pay and to make him pay big time.

I asked if she wanted to get changed into one of his outfits and she shook her head saying she preferred to exact her revenge as herself.  We went into the garden and I placed the bricks back under his feet and after a bit of a struggle removed the fork.  The handle was coated in blood, not that either of us cared.

Wendy stepped up and drove her fist into his balls.  He couldn’t see her and she didn’t speak other than to smile at his distress.  The two of us made light work of untying him and removing the soiled uniform and after tying his wrists and ankles I dragged him naked into the kitchen. I gestured to Wendy to go upstairs whilst I fed Michael.

As before I removed his gag and gave him the option to eat or not it didn’t bother me in the slightest.  He chose to eat and as before I made him eat from the bowl on the floor and then drink from another bowl just like a dog.

He tried offering money for his release but I quickly pushed the ball gag back in to his mouth once the bowl was empty. After blindfolding him I pulled him to his feet, removed the rope around his ankles and dragged him upstairs.

Wendy helped me dress him in the School Girl’s outfit.  He remained gagged and blindfolded but he clearly realised there were now two of us in the room.

We tied him tightly to the bed once more and then I ripped the tape from his eyes and it was clear he immediately recognised Wendy; but just to be sure she told him who she was and that she was here to exact revenge for what he had done to her and indeed all the other girls.

‘One way you can prevent this Michael’, I said, ‘is to give me your PIN numbers.’ He looked at Wendy’s expression and nodded. I removed his gag and wrote down the numbers for each card.

I stuck the tape back over his eyes and after gagging him once more I led Wendy back to the kitchen. ‘I’ll be back in a little while; I’m going to withdrawn some cash from each of these cards’, I said. In the meantime I showed her how to access his online savings account using his phone. She agreed to transfer money to her account. Once she had extracted the contact details for the other girls from his phone she would split the money with them. I didn’t care whether she did or didn’t. Either way Michael would suffer. I told her to leave his current account alone as the contents would be my fee.

I maxed out each card across several ATMs over the next hour making sure to keep my face hidden and to use gloves. I would do it again the following day before he had chance to cancel them. After purchasing a few items on one of his cards I returned to his house a few thousand pounds better off.

Wendy was in the bedroom laying into Michael with the whip. She was sweating from the exertion and Michael was begging her to stop but his requests were unintelligible thanks to the gag. When she saw me she blushed and put the whip down. The clothes had probably protected him a little, not that I minded either way!

After taking some more photos I cut the clothes from him and sure enough his skin was red from the whipping. I unbuckled the ball gag and removed it and immediately he started to call for help; faintly ridiculous given the size of the house, but he stopped when the palm of my hand smacked his cheek hard enough to leave a red mark.

I unscrewed the top of a bottle of cheap vodka I had purchased and pushed it into his mouth. He gagged as the alcohol flooded into his mouth and quite a bit ran down his chin soaking the bed, but he did swallow a fair amount of it.

From the bag I pulled out three silk headscarves also purchased with his credit card. I stuffed two into his mouth which as they were quite large took some doing. Whilst Wendy held her hand over his mouth to prevent him pushing the material out I folded the other into a band, tied a double knot in the middle and forced the knot into his mouth before tying the scarf tightly around his head which in turn drove the wad deeper into his mouth causing him to choke.

In order to dress him in one of my other purchases we had to untie each wrist at a time but with two of us there was no chance he could escape even though he tried!

Soon both his wrists were secured once more and he lay on the red satin sheet wearing a red lacy bra which I had padded out to give him large breasts.

Next we released his ankles and pulled the matching cami-knickers up to his crotch before retying them to the bolts.  I took some more photos before pulling the knickers down to expose his cock.  He didn’t know it yet but it would be the next target.

Whilst out shopping I had bought some microfiber cloths along with scouring powder.  I liberally sprinkled the abrasive powder onto one of the cloths and wrapped it around his semi erect cock. I had allowed him to see what I was doing but he wasn’t prepared for me to pump his cock with the cloth. The caustic abrasive cleaner rubbed his cock bringing pain whilst the texture of the cloth brought pleasure. Pain won through as it usually does!

His panting indicated how much he wanted to climax, but I wasn’t about to allow that yet.  I sprinkled more of the powder onto his balls and massaged them with the cloth and soon the skin matched the bright red colour of his cock. I lifted the bra and rubbed more powder into his sore nipples until it was clear he was in agony.

I stood back to let him rest having adjusted the bra and panties and I asked Wendy if there was anything else she wanted to do. She looked unsure until I held up my strap-on and her eyes lit up.

Together we freed him and took him to the kitchen and tied him over the island worktop.  He realised what was going to happen but there was nothing he could do. Wendy buckled the strap-on around her waist and I screwed the largest dildo I had brought onto it.

After smearing the dildo in lube she dipped it into the pot of scouring powder and then manoeuvred it around the crotch of the knickers into his anus. This may have been her first time with a strap-on but she soon got the hang of it and after 10 minutes or so she was sweating.

I called a halt to her retribution and after feeding Michael and giving him access to water in the bowl we took him back upstairs.  Rather than tying him in the bedroom he had used for his rapes we took him to his own room and tied him to the frame of that bed, into which I had screwed some bolts.

We left him to get some sleep and I said goodbye to Wendy. As she stood on the doorstep she seemed to want to say something so I waited and eventually she said softly; ’I loathed being treated by him in the way he did and I have had nightmares about it ever since.’  I nodded as she paused before continuing; ‘but secretly I enjoyed being tied up. Is that wrong?’

I shook my head and pulled her back into the house; ‘do you trust me?’ I asked and she nodded.

I collected my bag and led her into one up to one of the other bedrooms.  She said nothing as I slowly removed her clothes; she simply stared straight-ahead.

I made her lie on her back and then I gently tied her wrists and ankles to the frame of the bed before gagging her with a rolled up scarf. It wasn’t a particularly good gag but it was symbolic and that was all that mattered.

Over the next hour I used my fingers and tongue to bring about several orgasms; each greater than the last.  When I finally stood up her body was glistening with sweat.  I untied her and removed the gag and smiled down at her.

Once she had got her breath back she looked at me; ‘that was the most wonderful experience I have ever had; thank you.’ I nodded.

She dressed and left without another word. Perhaps I had helped right a wrong; for her at least.

I slept well in the bed recently vacated by Wendy and after making myself breakfast I went to attend to Michael for the last time.  He was awake and clearly not in a good mood; but then he was still gagged so I didn’t care.

I looked down at him; ‘so Michael how does it feel to be on the other end of punishment?’ He looked away and kept quiet. ‘I’m going to release you shortly’, I continued and he looked hopeful but then I added; ‘when you are finally able free yourself you will not report this to the Police and you will not come looking for me, Wendy or any of the other girls you have “entertained” here. I have deleted their details from both your phone and the cloud.’

I could tell by his expression he intended to do just that, but I soon pricked his bubble of confidence. ‘The images I have downloaded from your phone plus what I copied from your laptop – a work laptop I might add – and the images and videos from the last few days will be forwarded to all your contacts and to the Police if I find you are trying to track any of us down.’ He looked deflated. He clearly wasn’t used to not being the one in control!

I continued; ‘as well as emptying your online accounts and maxing your credit and debit cards out I have as you know destroyed all but one suit, shirt and tie.  You will after all need something for that appointment on Monday morning. Unfortunately I cut up all your boxers so the only underwear is what you are wearing; or you could go commando style to work I guess!’

I held up a large bottle of water; ‘do you want a drink?’ he nodded and I removed the silk gag which was soaked with his saliva and slowly poured the contents into his mouth. ‘Why have you done this?’ he asked when he had finished the bottle.  I smiled; ‘because I can and I get an enormous thrill out of doing it’, I replied forcing the wet scarves back into his mouth and tying the knotted scarf back between his teeth. 

This time I improved the gag by winding several turns of duct tape around his head.  No particular reason for doing that other than I knew it would be painful to remove particularly as I made sure it stuck to his hair!

I settled on the bed and caressed his cock through the panties he was still wearing.  It sprang to life almost immediately and over the course of an hour I tormented him mercilessly.  Eventually I allowed him the release he craved and pent up sperm pulsed from his cock splattering down on his chest. My fingers went to my own sex and it didn’t take long for me to climax; I was enjoying this, but all good things must come to an end.

I stood over him noting his eyes were staring to glaze over. Three crushed Rhohypnol tablets in the drink would ensure he would stay unconscious for at least a few hours. Before he finally succumbed to the drug I leaned close to him; ‘remember I have the images.’ He nodded as his eyes glazed over.

Once he was asleep I pushed three suppositories deep into his rectum followed by two peeled bananas; their inevitable release would ruin his bed long before he could get free!

I slackened the knot on the rope holding his right wrist; just enough to allow him to eventually free himself. My final act was to tie a vibrator to his cock and turn it on.

To be on the safe side I wiped down every surface I had touched in the entire house with bleach. There might still be some forensic evidence from both Wendy and me so I would have to keep an eye on the Police channels just in case he did report his ordeal and the financial loss. I would then have to take action in a different way. My suspicion was he would write the loss off and move on with his life.

As I left I reflected on the fact that not only had this been a lucrative operation but my personal sexual gratification confirmed how much I had enjoyed it.  I max’d out his cards once more on the way home and then snapped each in half and dropped them into a litter bin. 

My mind was already planning the next kidnap.