A Dominatrix's Diary

I enjoyed the power I had over my last victim so much so that I decided my next one would have to be someone used to controlling others and yet known within the Mistress and Escort community. He would need to be wealthy and of course unattached.

It took nearly six months of carefully asking my colleagues without alerting them to my intentions before I settled on Terry Neil. That wasn’t the name he used when visiting a Mistress about 100 miles from London but it was his real name. He was 39 years old, divorced and living along – perfect for what I had in mind!

His visits to Mistresses and Escorts were all about him being the dominant one and he had been banned by two previous Mistresses for being too rough, His current Mistress indicated he had a violent streak and she was going to ban him as well – which was even better for what I planned!.

There were also some social media stories about someone like him; but nothing conclusive. According to his last but one Mistress he told her liked to hit on young girls, but he had never been caught.  His luck was about to run out I decided, getting wet at the prospect.

I stayed in an anonymous B&B and followed him for a week to establish his routine.  He was a bruiser of a male with a buzz cut hair style and tattoos.  Surely no girl would fancy him I mused; but then I saw his tactics. 

He picked up a young prostitute, who looked to be in her early twenties, from her patch on a side road in a less than salubrious part of the town. I followed his car and watched as he parked in an industrial estate where I couldn’t follow without being seen.

By the time I had made it to the area on foot I could see she was sprawled face down over the bonnet of his car, her skirt and panties were lying on the floor and a strip of grey tape was over her mouth. He held her down with one hand on her back whilst he penetrated her anally. There was nothing consensual about this.

When he had finished he withdrew and I could see that at least he had used a condom, probably more to ensure he left no physical evidence. He wasn’t finished with her however because he picked up a beer bottle and thrust it inside her and her scream of pain was loud despite the tape over her mouth.

He pumped the bottle in and out until he got fed up and he then shoved her onto the floor and proceeded to kick her in the stomach and head before picking up the discarded knickers and getting into his car. He drove off leaving her lying on the ground. 

Part of me had wanted to intervene and even after he left I wanted to go to the girl and comfort her; but I knew I could not expose my presence. I watched as the girl got shakily to her feet, pulled on her skirt and staggered off.

I went back to my B&B, checked out and returned home with a shopping list in mind.  Terry would be getting a visit he would not forget in just over a week’s time!

Once I had everything I needed I returned and parked near Terry’s house.  I had already established the times he was home and I just needed to ensure he was alone before making my move.

After watching for an hour or so I was sure he was the only one in the property. His normal behaviour was to go out late on a Friday evening and pick up a prostitute. This Friday would be very different!

Everything I required was in a zipped holdall.  I pulled out the prepared syringe and held it ready as I rang the doorbell. As he opened it I stepped forward and stabbed the syringe into his bare arm. At the same time I drove my knee into his groin before slamming the door closed behind me.  As he fell to the floor clutching his testicles I delivered a kick to his exposed jaw just to take the fight out of him whilst the drug did its work; although the kick wasn’t strictly necessary I enjoyed it!

Once he was unconscious I set to work. I cut the clothes he was wearing from him, I could have stripped him but where is the fun in that!

As I had guessed his torso was really hairy but I had come prepared. After dragging him to his bathroom I applied cream which would remove all his body hair, even that on his head! When I washed the cream off using the shower the outlet was clogged with masses of hair, but that didn’t bother me.

I applied a thick layer of latex glue to his bald head and positioned a blond wig correctly so that its shoulder length locks hung symmetrically. This glue wasn’t the sort that would come off without a fight!

Next I pierced each nipple and inserted a thick steel bar through the hole.  While he slept I injected a saline solution into each of his testicles to treble their size before dragging him into his bedroom.  In no time I had bound his wrists and ankles to bolts I screwed into the oak frame of the king sized bed.

A few more things needed to be done before he woke. The first was easy; I placed a pad of cotton wool over each eye and then wound flesh coloured tape around his head to hold them both in place creating a perfect blindfold; now he wouldn’t be able to see me at all, no matter what he did.

To take care of his mouth I pushed a Jennings ratchet gag in until the pads at the front engaged behind his teeth. I then turned the handle on the side click by click until his jaws were fully open. Two more clicks and I heard a crack as his jaw dislocated! The Jennings frame had a metal plate inside his mouth that held his tongue down, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to speak, just drool!

I then injected a cocktail of drugs all around his sphincter before forcing his anus open to allow me to insert the needle inside and inject more of the liquid around the inside of the ring. The Botox would swell the skin and the other drugs would make it extremely sensitive and yet the muscles would be relaxed for quite some time.

Whilst I waited for him to recover I took a look around the property. It didn’t take long to find trophies he had taken from the various girls he had raped and abused. I also collected several bank books which together showed just how wealthy he was.

Judging by photos in his study he was well connected in the local area which was a worry; but as long as he couldn’t see me and I left no evidence I felt I was safe.  I took photos of his trophies on my phone and collected the bank details for later use

Before I finished with him Terry would find himself a victim; but not before I had some fun first.  When I returned to the bedroom he was just beginning to stir, but I waited a little longer until it was clear he was fully awake.  I watched as he tested the ropes, but even though he was clearly strong he couldn’t free himself. I never doubted my rope tying skills or my choice of rope!

The noise from his open mouth was frankly pathetic but it was fun to watch the drool dribbling down onto his chest. Now it was time to let him know what was going to happen to him.

When I spoke he stopped his thrashing about; ‘so Terry it must be interesting to find yourself as the victim’, I said.  Of course he couldn’t reply but to reinforce my power over him I stuck a piece of duct tape over his open mouth to seal it and then I pinched his nose cutting off his air supply. He couldn’t break my hold and I made him suffer until he almost lost consciousness before releasing my grip.

To add to my power over him I gripped his cock and squeezed hard with one hand whilst the other cupped and then crushed his inflated balls. He was screaming for mercy and sweat was pouring from him by the time I released my hold. ‘That’s just a taste of what’s to come for you’, I said without going into details.  I find it best to leave an air of mystery as that allows my victim’s imagination to fill in the blanks.

It was too early to offer him a way out by giving me the passwords to his accounts. First he needed softening up. I left the Jennings gag in place as I wrapped his entire head in vet wrap bandage leaving just a small hole for his nostrils. Suffocation wasn’t on my agenda; not that he knew that of course!

I picked up a small whip and eventually his naked torso was covered in nice parallel red lines.  I then switched to a leather paddle and by the time I had finished his entire body was red.

Next it was the turn of his anus. After working up through the various sizes of dildo I had brought his rectum was nice and loose.  I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and liberally coated the fingers of my right hand with Deep Heat cream before slipping in one finger at a time inside his anus ignoring his attempts to stop me.  Soon my entire hand was buried in his rectum and I was able to torment him from the inside!  As I withdrew my hand I left behind a couple of suppositories lodged deep inside.

I smoothed out three disposable diapers and slid them one on top of the other under his backside. He might guess what I was doing but then again perhaps not!

Next I grasped his cock firmly and fed a catheter down inside until it was in his bladder. It was clearly painful but I didn’t care.  Once the bulb at the end was filled with water it was a secure and a watertight fit. I syringed 3 litres of extremely cold water into his bladder, only stopping when I couldn’t force anymore in. As long as the tap on the end remained closed he wasn’t going to empty his bladder!

I then squeezed a large fleet enema into his rectum before liberally coating his anus, testicles and cock in more Deep Heat. I taped the first of the diapers tightly in place and then used a pair of scissors to make cuts in the waterproof outer layer. The next diaper was a size larger which allowed me to tape that over the first and then make cuts in the outer layer of that one.

The final one was the largest size I could purchase and it nicely covered the other two making it look like he was just wearing one very bulky diaper. To ensure it stayed in place I used copious amounts of duct tape.

I leaned close to him and whispered; ‘I’ll leave you to contemplate what might happen next and how you might avoid that by giving me what I want!’

He struggled and tried to speak but I ignored him.  I clamped a pair of viscously serrated clips onto the tip of each nipple and left the room accompanied by his muted screams.

I left him for a couple of hours, during which time I fed myself and watched some TV on his 80” flat screen TV, noting his stock of porn BluRay and DVDs in the cupboard. The smell hit me when I walked back into his bedroom sometime later.

I cut the diaper open and smiled as I saw his groin was now a livid red colour. Excrement lay between his legs and over his balls.  After removing the vet wrap bandage around his mouth I scooped some up using a spoon I had brought from the kitchen and pushed it into his open mouth.  With his tongue held down he couldn’t push the shit out and as he choked on it I could see him realise swallowing was the only option. I followed it with several more spoonfuls.

I wasn’t finished with his toilet duties. I connected a plastic tube to the end of the sealed catheter and pushed the open end into his mouth. When I opened the tap it took a while for the liquid flow to start; it would have been easier with his head lower but never mind!

His bladder emptied into his mouth and he couldn’t do anything about it other than swallow to avoid choking. Once the flow stopped I deflated the balloon and yanked the catheter out ignoring his cry of pain and then pulled the soiled diapers from under him. I cleaned his groin with the sheets on his bed.

‘So Terry’, I said in a conversational voice, ‘here is your chance to make life easier for yourself over the next few hours.  I need you to write down your passwords for the two bank accounts and your credit cards.  Obviously you know what I am going to do when I get them; you might be tempted to think you can withhold them. All I can say is; you can try, but you will give them to me in the end and the damage you suffer really won’t be worth it, after all you won’t miss a few thousand pounds will you?’

As he was blindfolded I couldn’t tell what he was thinking so I added quietly; ‘if you co-operate I won’t pass the photos and your trophies on to the Police, nor will I seek out statements from those girls you have violated and pass them on to the Police. Co-operate and you will never hear from me again and that is a promise. Of course you can choose to believe I’ll keep my word or not; I don’t care.’

After much thought he nodded and I freed his right hand and gave him a pen and a pad of paper. Although he couldn’t see he managed to scrawl one password, a very simple one which I assumed would work for all his accounts; how stupid I thought.

He struggled to prevent me tying his hand back to the bed but I managed it; ‘you’ll forgive me for checking this password works’, I said leaving him to wonder what I was going to do.

I got his laptop and quickly logged in to each of his accounts in turn. He had not lied; the simple password worked for all of them. I transferred the money from each one to an anonymous holding account I had set up for the purpose.  I would max his credit cards out later. I was now very considerably richer than when I arrived; but that in itself didn’t provide me with the thrill I really wanted.

I returned to the bedroom and his head moved in the direction of the noise I made.  I said nothing as I leaned over and injected a drug into his upper arm. In no time he was asleep and I untied him and after a struggle I managed to remove the Jennings gag.

After buckling a thin leather belt tightly around his waist I tied a long piece of string around his balls and pulled them tightly back between his legs. I tied the string to the belt at the base of his spine to hold them in place.  For good measure I knotted a loop of the string around the head of his cock and pulled that tight by looping it around the belt.  This forced his cock between his legs, a position would become very painful; but I didn’t care!

I then positioned a fake breast over each nipple and adjusted each until the fake nipple clicked onto the bar I had screwed through each of his nipples earlier. I then pressed down hard to ensure the glue around the latex stuck to his skin.

I added a leather bra over the fake breasts along with a matching short black leather skirt which was zipped up the back and which did nothing to hide his downward pointing cock!

Long white socks and a white blouse completed his outfit. I then styled his wig before applying eye shadow, thick mascara and bright red lipstick.

The final thing was a gag and this one was special. It was a hollow tube, the outside of which was a thick layer of squashy latex with a hard plastic front which had a groove all the way round it.

I forced his mouth open and pushed the tube in. Its length meant I had to force it right to the back of his throat using the palm of my hand on the outside before his teeth finally clamped down into the groove.

Once his lips closed around the hard plastic his mouth was filled completely by the latex. In order for the gag to be removed he would have to open his mouth further than it was now, which would prove very difficult because of his dislocated jaw!  The tube was hollow; however the end was sealed with a screw plug for the time being

I carried him down to the van I had stolen.  Obviously I had changed the plates as an insurance policy. I threw him in the back and quickly secured his wrists behind his back using leather cuffs.  I then bound his ankles with rope before locking his house and setting off for his appointment with destiny.

The venue I had chosen was one I found on my first visit.  It was quiet and out of the way.  I had contacted several Escorts via an anonymous email account and the word had been spread and quickly I had a dozen or so women who wanted revenge and tonight they would get it.

When I opened the door he was just recovering consciousness. I untied his ankles and pulled him from the van.

As he swayed slightly he tried to push the gag from his mouth. Clearly he wasn’t going to be able to do that! ‘Terry’, I said sternly, ‘if you thought what I did to you was the end of the matter then you can think again. The ladies waiting for you each have their own idea of a punishment suitable for your crimes!’

He shook his head and tried to make a run for it, which was stupid as he was still blindfolded.  I kept a firm hold on his bound arms and forced him across the car park to the front door of the property.

I didn’t know any of the ladies waiting inside for us but they clearly knew Terry.  I had no intention of waiting around and watching what they did; I had agreed with them that they had 3 hours and then he was mine.

I stood at the back of the group crowding around him as the blindfolded was pulled off. The Mistresses didn’t need to protect their identity from him. As I turned away I thought he looked scared as he clearly recognised some of them, but I slipped out and left to return to his house.

On the way I stopped off at several shops and having made sure my long raincoat, low brimmed hat, auburn wig and bright red tinted glasses would make identifying me difficult if not impossible. I used his credit card to make several purchases. 

Before returning to my van I used them in a couple of cash machines to withdraw as much cash as they would allow.

Back at his house I made things ready for his return and then loaded the van with some of the items from his house that looked saleable. After eating I turned off his freezer and left the door open and after setting aside several bottles of red wine I opened the rest and emptied them over what looked like a very expensive cream carpet in his lounge.  It was petty vandalism but I enjoyed it.

I looked at the clock and realised it was time to pick Terry up. I drove back to the house and after collecting a syringe from my bag I walked over to the door which was unlocked.

The women were in the back room as was Terry. He was naked and his body was covered in livid red stripes. The gag was still in his mouth but now a tube protruded from it and I could only wonder what liquid had passed down it!

He wore a red padded blindfold which meant he wasn’t aware I had returned. The women silently acknowledged me knowing their time was up.  They stood back as I injected the drug into Terry’s arm and within a few minutes he was asleep.

All the ladies thanked me for allowing them to have some revenge and I handed over his credit cards and told them that it was unlikely he would be able to cancel them until late tomorrow, so as long as they were careful not to be identified they could withdraw cash after midnight. I also gave them £1,000 in cash I had found tucked in a drawer; it only seemed right to recompense them and anyway I had got more than enough from Terry.

I carried Terry out to the van; there was no need to restrain him as he would be out for a couple of hours. The drive back to his house was uneventful and I backed the van into his drive and opened the garage door to prevent neighbours from seeing me unload his naked body.

Once inside I carried him up to the bedroom I had prepared with some of the purchases I had made on his credit card.  A black satin sheet now covered the mattress.  

I inserted a tool into the latex gag and pulled it from his mouth before dressing his un-cooperative body in the red satin baby doll outfit bought from the Ann Summers shop in the High street. The frilly skirt didn’t cover his cock but that didn’t worry me. Pink handcuffs from the same shop secured his wrists to bolts I had screwed into the headboard. The blindfold, really a sleep mask, was a matching red satin affair.

I would gag him properly later, but for now I gagged him with a simple penis gag which strapped around his head.  There was a hole through the middle which would be useful when he regained consciousness. For now I tied his ankles to bolts in the foot of the bed using thick red rope. More rope went over his chest, abdomen and thighs to ensure he was going nowhere.

The mobility shop in the high street had sold me a couple of packs of adult diapers and I spread four out under his bottom; two medium and two large but for the time being I didn’t tape them in place.

By now Terry was regaining consciousness. Of course he couldn’t see me and I couldn’t see his eyes to be sure he was fully away so I gave it another five minutes before I spoke quietly in his ear. His head jerked at the sound of my voice and he started to shout which of course was impossible with the penis in his mouth.

‘Terry’, I said quietly as I gripped the bars I had inserted in his nipples earlier and tweaked them causing him some pain; ‘some of those you violated have had their revenge and now it’s time for you to suffer in a different way and also to understand what humiliation really means.’

I didn’t need him to say anything to know he was confused. I intended to spell it out for him; but not just yet. ‘It looks to me like you need a drink.’  Whether he did or not he couldn’t do anything about it, although he did test the strength of my knots!

I connected a plastic tube to the hole in his gag and pushed it into the bottom of a funnel, both bought with his card at the same hardware store that sold me the bolts and rope. He couldn’t resist as three bottles of red wine were poured slowly into the funnel and down his throat. It was probably expensive stuff, not that I cared!

Before the final bottle was empty I crushed three Viagra tablets bought from Boots and used the rest of the wine to wash them down into his stomach. The label said not to be mixed with alcohol but “who cares!”

 I waited five minutes for the alcohol to take effect and as his head lolled I unbuckled the penis gag.

Before he succumbed to the alcohol I wanted one thing from him; ‘Terry?’ I said slapping his face; ‘what?’ his slurred response came. ‘I’m going to leave you tied like this and believe me you won’t get free on your own. Give me one name from your phone for me to text to come to your rescue.’

I thought he wasn’t going to, but eventually he gave me a name having realised I guess what I meant by humiliation when he was found by one of his friends.

I had purchased several red scarves from Ann Summers.  I rolled one up and tied a large double knot in the middle and then crumpled three into a ball and after removed the penis gag I forced the material into his mouth. It took a lot to force it all in and then I placed the double knot between his teeth and tied the scarf tightly around his head. 

He wasn’t going to be able to force the material out; but to make sure I folded another scarf and tied tightly across his mouth.

I then turned my attention to his groin. His cock was already shiny and hard courtesy of the Viagra.  I knotted a length of thin string around the glans below the bulbous head. I looped the ends under the baby doll outfit through the bars I had inserted in his nipples and back to his scrotum where I tied another loop to constrict his overinflated balls.

The instructions on the pack of suppositories I had bought in Boots said not to use more than two.  I pushed the entire packet deep into his anus and then, after donning latex gloves, I forced Deep heat into his anus and then liberally coated his cock and balls with it. To finish off I tied a rabbit vibrator, the most powerful one Ann Summers had in stock, to his cock before taping the first of the diapers in place.

After cutting the waterproof lining in several places I taped the second diaper over the top. I repeated it twice more until he was wearing all four.

I took a photo on his phone and then leaned in close to him; ‘remember Terry if you try to find me or any of the ladies you violated I will release all the information I have to the Police.’  He nodded, just glad I suppose that he realised I was leaving.

After wiping all the surfaces down and anywhere else I might have touched with bleach I took his phone with me. I left the front door unlocked to allow his saviour access.

I had no intention of making the call for a several hours; he needed to suffer first!

The following day I scrolled though his phone until I found the contact he had given me and sent a text; ‘Hi Vicky I’ve been a really bad boy and am a bit tied up at the moment. Please could you come round later tonight and set me free and I will explain. There is no rush as I’m perfectly safe.’

I then sent the photo to several of his contacts just to be vindictive!

I ditched the van and destroyed the plates before returning home. That “client” had been the best yet and the most lucrative as well which can’t be bad!

I wasn’t sure if I could continue to get away with this line of work.  Sooner or later I reasoned I would make a mistake; but then when I thought about the excitement each had generated I knew I had to do it again and soon!