A Dominatrix's Diary

My next victim called out to me from a newspaper article.

The article caught my eye because, although it was running through his business achievements, it alluded to the fact that he was a Freemason and rumours suggests he engaged in some unspecified devious acts as a way of demonstrating his power over people.

I did some research and found that the man in question; Peter James, had been accused by several women of gross indecency and rape but nothing had ever proven and no charges were ever brought.  I began to suspect his Masonic connections were helping him stay on the right side of the law, at least as far as any Police investigation was concerned.

Whilst blackmailing him for some of his fortune was the obvious step I had to be even more careful this time because he was clearly well connected. Whatever I did, I would have to be 100% certain there would be no possibility of any comeback, and yet I realised I was wet at the thought of getting away with it!

I looked through his Wikipedia entry and found it listed his philanthropic work as well as his business successes.  In business he seemed to succeed by buying companies, selling off their assets, making their workforce redundant and plundering the pension scheme before winding the company up and moving on to the next one.  Not a nice person at all!

Philanthropically he headed up three charities, a football academy, a homeless shelter and a Children’s home. He was also the County Commissioner for the Scout and Guide movements. The last caught my eye as it reminded me of one of my very earlier “victims”.

If I could entrap him within that role the adverse publicity would crucify him if it ever got out I reasoned. I was sure that he would do anything to ensure his reputation wasn’t tarnished!

I did some research and found when he was next due to attend a public event in his role as Commissioner.  Clearly he didn’t do that many, perhaps 4 each year, so he wasn’t that committed; he just had to look good in the papers I assumed.

The event it turned out was the following week at a nearby Town Hall which didn’t give me long. Fortunately I still had the Girl Guide uniform from the earlier kidnap so I dressed and after doing my hair to “look younger” I went along. 

Dressed as I was I wasn’t asked if I had an invite, it was just assumed I was supposed to be there. The event was well attended but predictably he arrived late.  He gave a short speech setting out his aims as Commissioner and specifically how he wanted both movements to help young disadvantaged boys and girls; how very noble I thought!

He stayed around for the cocktail reception held after the speeches and I couldn’t help noticing how he always seemed to be close to the younger girls and boys, all like me in uniform and unlike me gazing at him with puppy dog eyes. Although he was clever in the way he did it, it didn’t escape my notice that his hands strayed. The boys and girls probably thought he was just being friendly!

I got myself close to him and sure enough, almost without thinking his hand strayed to my bottom.  I didn’t react and no-one else saw what he did. I had seen enough and a plan formed in my brain.

For the first time in one of these kidnaps I realised I needed some help. The help wasn’t from any of my Mistress colleagues but from a boy and a girl who would be the “bait” and I knew where I could find them.

I got a job as a volunteer in the children’s home owned by his Charity and after spending a couple of days there I found two children who were ideal. Both were orphans and both were very streetwise. I discussed Peter James, or Mr James as they knew him and both said he was creepy and had wandering hands.

I said I wanted to make sure he was not allowed to continue to do that and immediately they both wanted to help; particularly when I told them there was a financial reward!  I also guaranteed they wouldn’t get hurt.

They were both allowed to leave the home with prior permission and once I had worked out my plan it was agreed I could take them out for the day. No-one questioned why I was taking those two specifcally, after all the home was short of staff and those that were there were run off their feet.  The Home was just glad that the two orphans would have a day out.

The day I had chosen was the day Peter was opening a new Scout hut.  I dressed the two kids in proper uniforms I had bought for the occasion and I had purchased a Leader’s uniform to wear which would allow me to blend in. As a result no-one questioned who we were. Their uniforms each carried a covert camera and microphone to help gather evidence.

The two kids were brilliant. As the event was drawing to a conclusion, and without any prompting, they moved closer to Peter James until they were next to him.  Immediately he sat down to talk to them, putting his arms around their shoulders and, as I watched from across the room, his hands slipped down to their waists.

Neither child reacted other than to smile pleasantly at his conversation. After a few minutes I walked over; ‘there you two are’, I said with a smile.  Peter looked up; ‘we were just having a nice chat’, he said with a smile that didn’t touch his eyes.

‘We need to go’, I said knowing what their answer would be. ‘Couldn’t we stay a bit longer?’ they both said in unison remembering the script we had agreed. ‘You know I’ve got to get to the Doctor’s before they close’, I said.

As predicted Peter said; ‘they could come home with me and you could collect them after your appointment if you like?’ he said and again his smile didn’t touch his eyes.

Of course he should know that wasn’t allowed, but we agreed and he gave me the address and I said I might be an hour or so and he said; ‘take your time’. He left straightaway, not even stopping to say goodbye to people.

I followed his executive car as he drove home. I watched as he led the children inside. I knew what he intended and as I had promised both they would come to no harm I needed to act quickly; but only when the evidence had been gathered and before he went too far.

I found a place in the shadows of his garden where I could see into the lounge. Knowing he only had a short time he wasted no time. He made the children sit either side of him on a large couch and soon very casually one hand was resting on the boy’s crotch and the other was between the girl’s thighs.

He said something and I saw the children nod shyly. Peter undid the zip on their polo shirts one at a time and slipped a hand down inside each.  This had gone far enough. 

I walked round to the front door and rang the bell. It took a while for Peter to answer; I knew he would be rearranging their uniforms and probably telling them what had happened was their secret. As I knew they would, they both said; ‘can we come again?’ and Peter smiled a little too quickly and nodded.  I said; ‘I don’t have time to bring you as my shifts are quite long for the next few weeks; but perhaps one day Mr James can collect you from the Home.  I believe he is well known so that shouldn’t be a problem.’ He nodded and said he would.

After taking them back to the Home I returned to my rented flat and downloaded the video from their cameras. The material was exactly what I needed for the next stage; I just needed him to make the move which I knew he would.

I watched his house for a few days and sure enough he drove to the Home and collected the children.  I was pleased to see they were wearing the clothes I had left for them with the hidden cameras that had been in the uniforms previously.

I followed them back to his house and took up my place in his garden where I could observe the sitting room; that was until he drew the curtains. I wanted to intervene straight away to protect the children but I needed the evidence their cameras were recording so I decided to wait a little while.

After an anxious 30 minutes I walked round to the front and rang the doorbell. As before there was a wait before he opened the door.  I apologised for calling but said the home had forgotten that the children’s Social worker was due to meet them so I was going to have to take them back.  He hid his disappointment and as the children were leaving he said; ‘I‘ll pick you up again sometime soon.’

The two children had agreed to spend the night at my place and I had arranged for a friend to look after them. The reason would become clear later.

I downloaded the video from both their cameras and edited the material along with the first clips.

I returned to Peter’s house and this time I parked in his drive.  When he answered the door he took in my tailored tunic, skirt and black stockings and smiled. He obviously recognised me and asked if everything was OK and I asked if I could come in as I had something to discuss with him.

Once inside I hesitated before saying that I found him very attractive and he smiled and put his arm around me as if this was a normal thing for someone to say about him.  He drew me over to the same couch he had sat on with the children.

There was no attempt at small talk; this man was used to abusing his power over people – he would learn in due course the error of this with me! Clearly well practiced; his right hand made short work of the top buttons on my tunic; in fact one ripped off in the process but I didn’t resist, not yet!

His hand slipped down inside and skilfully pushed my bra down below my breasts.  His other hand found its way between my legs and whilst I didn’t help him I had left my thighs loosely apart, making access easy. I could see his erection growing as he was clearly turned on by the suspender belt he encountered under my starched white skirt; just as I intended.

His fingers probed inside me and then, seeing no sign that I was resisting he unzipped his trousers revealing his thick penis and hairy balls.

I allowed him to push me onto my back and to pull my panties down to my knees before I decided it was the time to take control.

I brought my knee up into his groin and as he gasped in pain and rolled onto the floor holding his balls I knelt over him.  I wasn’t going to waste time getting the syringe from my bag; instead I clenched my right hand into a fist and swung it to hit the side of his jaw.  His eyes rolled upwards and he went limp as he collapsed on the floor.

 Now I got the syringe and injected the contents into his arm.  He would be out for an hour or so; more than enough time to for what I needed to do. My medical bag contained two more pre-filled syringes. The first went into the base of his limp penis and the second into his other arm.

I collected a large bag from my car and set to work preparing his house.  Soon one of the bedrooms was transformed; the bed now sported red satin sheets and large eyebolts screwed into the frame at the head and foot. Thick white ropes tied to each bolt lay loosely across the bed.

I stood on a chair and screwed an acrylic mirror to the ceiling over the centre of the bed and another on the end wall before positioning several rubber helmets, gags, whips, rope and handcuffs on the dressing table.

I checked on Peter and it was clear he was still out for the count. I dragged him into the bedroom and deposited him on the floor. In no time at all I had stripped him and dressed him in a lacy red bra, complete with large latex inserts, and panties. After rolling black stockings up his hairy legs and clipping them to a red suspender belt I went to the wardrobe to look for the neckerchief he had been wearing when I first met him. In fact he had several in there; probably one for each troop in his area. It went around his neck and then I hauled him up into a chair which I had positioned at the end of the bed and applied lipstick thickly to his lips.

I worked his erection out through one of the leg holes in the panties.  It was already hard thanks to the injection. I spread several photos of the two children, resplendent in their uniforms on the floor, between his legs and then pumped his cock vigorously until semen spurted out over them.

The injection ensured his cock remained hard, which allowed me to roll a Tenga egg over the end and down the shaft as far as his balls.  I had chosen one with multiple hard nodules on the inside for maximum stimulation.

I positioned his right hand around the latex tube and stepped back to take lots of photos, making sure to include the semen splashed photos on the floor. I was also careful not to include his closed eyes. I would take some of the top half of his body once he was awake.

I moved his hand out of the way and used the egg three more times over the next hour to extract more semen. Once he started to regain consciousness I tied his legs to the wooden frame with soft white rope before adding a loop of rope around his midriff to anchor him firmly to the chair. Finally I secured each wrist to the arm of the chair with a pair of handcuffs.  The house was so well detached from its neighbours that a gag was unnecessary, and anyway I needed him to be able to talk; for now.

Finally his eyes flicked open and I took the photos I needed. He looked around, taking in his predicament, before he spoke; ‘what the hell is going on?’ ‘Language!’ I said sharply and squeezed his balls eliciting a squeal of pain.

‘Let me explain your predicament’, I said. ‘You prey on vulnerable children whilst using your power and influence to ensure no-one challenges your behaviour. That ends today. You took two children from the home and failed to return them.  You met those children at a Scout event in front of many witnesses.  You brought them back here where you assaulted them.  What you did was captured on hidden cameras and that evidence plus the fact that the children, who you signed out today, have now “gone missing” will be enough to convict you, despite your powerful friends.’

‘But you took them back’, he stammered, his commanding presence slipping for the first time. ‘No; I took them to a place of safety’, I smiled as realisation dawned. ‘What do you want?’ he said trying hard to reassert his authority.

‘Well I dare say money could make all this go away’, I said carefully and he bit immediately; ‘how much?’ ‘What’s the going rate?’ I asked and without a pause he offered £5,000. ‘Is that all your reputation is worth?’ I asked. ‘How much do you want?’ was his reply.

Knowing that a man of his stature in business was likely to have cash somewhere in the house and equally was likely to be comfortably well off I said; ‘I think £20k should be enough, but only if you pay right now in cash.’ He clearly thought that was cheap because immediately he nodded and said he had the money in his safe which he would get if I untied him. That wasn’t going to happen, so eventually he gave me the combination.

The safe was in the lounge and contained about £40k in bundles; I wasn’t going to leave any and I guess he knew that.

I returned to the bedroom; ‘thank you Peter; it was a pleasure doing business with you.  I will return the children to the home and make sure they are compensated and that they will keep quiet.’ He smiled a crocodile smile, obviously thinking he had bought his way out of his predicament quite cheaply – as I guess he had done many times before.  He would learn the hard way, literally, that was not going to happen this time!

‘There is however the small matter of teaching you a lesson’, I said smiling down at him. As he opened his mouth to ask the obvious question I held a large red ball to his lips and hit the end with the palm of my hand. The ball went into his mouth and wedged behind his teeth.  He tried to force it out but it was stuck. I buckled it tightly around his head as added security.

I grabbed the end of the Scout necker and pulled his face towards me; ‘now that I have your money and your undivided attention we can play some games, only this time they will be played to my rules!’

I unlocked his wrists knowing he would try to get out of the chair but he was still tied to it with rope so he wasn’t going anywhere. I was strong enough to force his arms behind his back and click one pair of handcuffs over both his wrists.

Once I got my breath back I freed his legs, only to tie them together leaving a short rope hobble so that he could walk in a shuffle but not run. I released the rope around his middle and grabbed the scarf and hauled him to his feet; ‘let’s go for a walk’, I said.

He shuffled along trying to keep his balance which proved tricky especially when he had to negotiate the stairs. I didn’t care if he fell or not. I led him out into the back garden.  The security lights clicked on and I guess he was glad the garden was secluded!

I had already checked out the garden whilst he was asleep and I dragged him over to a large mature tree and used some rope around his middle to tie him to it squashing his wrists between his back and the trunk.

As he watched me I walked over to the back of the garden where there was a shed.  Coiled beside it was a garden hose connected to a tap.

I dragged the hose over to the tree and then removed the hobble around his ankles. He tried to kick me but a blow to his stomach took the fight out of him. After stripping the panties from him I pushed two stakes into the lawn and tied his ankles to them so that his legs were stretched as far apart as I could manage.

 I forced several inches of hose into his rectum to make sure that it was impossible for him to force it out.

He watched as I walked back to the shed and turned the water on. I had no idea of the pressure, not that it bothered me and I knew it would be cold, but again that didn’t bother me. I ran the water for several minutes before turning the supply off and yanking the hose from his arse.

 He would be nice and full by now. ‘This is not your first lesson; this is just about cleaning you out’, I said before adding; ‘there is no point in fighting the cramps; you will empty your bowels soon or later.  The longer you hold on the worse it will be!’

In no time he emptied his bowels of the water and with it all the solid matter held in his intestines. I repeated the exercise to ensure he was completely empty and then I hosed his lower body down to clean him up. The tights were soaking wet but I didn’t care.

‘Interesting that your cock is standing to attention’, I said taking a photo. I drove my fist into his balls and laughed as he retched but it wasn’t possible for him to be sick because of the ball stuck in his mouth.

Whilst he was recovering I untied his ankles and pulled the panties back up over his cock which then stuck out of the waistband. After another photo I ran my fingers through his hair; ‘not very feminine’ I said smiling at the confused look on his face. That quickly turned to anger as I held some battery clippers to his head and in no time at all he had lost his hair. I did the same to his chest and genitals.

After hobbling his ankles once more I untied him from the tree and kicked his ankles from under him causing him to fall face down on the grass.

The lawn was damp which made it easy to drag him by the free ends of the scarf around his neck across to the edge where a concrete roller was lying in a flower bed. I draped him over it and tied the necker to the frame to hold him in place.

I went back into the house and after collecting a bottle of vodka from his drinks cabinet along with my bag I returned to the garden. As I filled a large syringe with alcohol I said; ‘do you know the fastest way to absorb alcohol into your blood stream?’

Gagged as he was he couldn’t respond but he just glowered at me as I shoved the syringe into his rectum and fired its contents deep inside. As I refilled it I said; ‘the alcohol is absorbed almost immediately through the thin wall of the intestines’.  I fired the contents inside him and repeated this twice more before undoing the knot in his necker and pulling him off the roller.  I made him sit on the grass with his back leaning against the cold concrete.

I held his nose whilst tipping the vodka bottle into his mouth. The colourless liquid dribbled around the ball gag and he swallowed quite a bit. The rest ran down his hairless chest and soaked into the lawn.

After a struggle I got him to his feet but he swayed when I let go and would have fallen had I not grabbed his Scout scarf again.  I bent down and removed the hobble and led him back to the house.  He was so drunk he didn’t put up a fight.

Whilst he lay on the floor I pulled out some clothes from my bag. As you would expect I was fully prepared!  The moment of truth was when I untied his hands, but he was too drunk to put up a fight.

I dressed him in the clothes I had brought and then I unstrapped the gag and none too gently pulled the ball from his mouth.  He might have thought I wasn’t going to gag him again, but he was wrong.  The sock I forced into his mouth was filled with a putty like substance that ensured his mouth was completely filled. The putty would eventually set hard as it absorbed his saliva.

I had brought a couple of the other Scout scarves from his wardrobe.  I rolled one into a tube and after pulling it between his lips I knotted tightly in place. I applied duct tape around his head twice to further seal his mouth before tying the other necker over his mouth covering the tape.

I took some photos as he lay on the floor now wearing a Girl Guide uniform. The patterned skirt was pulled back to show his erect cock poking out of the knickers.

‘Right Peter’, I said pulling him to his feet, ‘time to go and have some fun!’ He shook his head trying to clear it, but I grabbed the necker and pulled him out of the front door and into the back of my car. After locking the house I handcuffed him to the seat belt and drove off.

He may have attempted to be sick on the way but the gag prevented it; not that I cared if he choked or not. The journey took about half an hour; eventually I turned the car onto some waste land where I could see a small fire behind an old shipping container.  Several men in old coats sat around the fire. I had used such men before of course but this time I would film what happened.

I pulled Peter from the car and removed the handcuffs; ‘he’s all yours’, I said opening up the video app on my phone.  Peter swayed and almost fell as he tried to comprehend his situation.

The men were being well rewarded. They surrounded him and one held his necker tightly whilst the others worked him over with their fists. Blows fell on his stomach, kidneys, legs, chest and head and when Peter finally collapsed on the ground several boots landed hard in his midriff.

Having softened him up the men dragged him over to a pile of pallets and laid him on his front. The panties were pulled off and the rape began. The video captured the fact that Peter wasn’t bound in anyway and some might conclude that, as he wasn’t resisting he must have been enjoying it! Only I knew that the real reason was that he was exhausted from the beating and the alcohol.  The video also didn’t capture the effectiveness of the gag either.

Each of the men in turn forced themselves into Peter and once they were all finished I called time and tied Peter’s wrists together and dragged him over to the car and forced him into the boot. I paid the men and drove off.

We were not heading back to his, not yet anyway. I had arranged to meet several young women who all earned a living from the streets. They knew of Peter; he had a reputation in these parts as someone not to be messed with; until now of course!

The location was a disused warehouse a few miles from town. After parking behind the building I opened the boot and dragged Peter from it. He had more fight in his eyes but a swift punch to his stomach changed his mind.  I dragged him by his scarf into the warehouse where the women waited.

Six leather clad ladies stood in a semi circle each sporting a large strap-on phallus.  His anus may have been abused by the men but it was going to get a whole lot more attention from these women.  Six against one was unfair odds but I didn’t care.

I didn’t stay to watch; I get my gratification from what I do not what others do, so I waited in the car until the door opened and one of the ladies waved to me.

Peter was lying on the ground in a foetal position, his top was torn and the skirt was up around his chest and there was blood on his thighs. He looked up at me and I saw anger in his eyes despite the obvious pain he was suffering. I knew I would have to do more to break him before I moved on and I knew exactly what I had to do.

I had prepared a syringe and it wasn’t long before he was unconscious. I thanked the ladies, who all said they enjoyed themselves, hoisted his limp body over my shoulder and carried him to the car where I dumped him in the boot.

I drove back to his house stopping on the way to collect a friend of mine. I had explained previously what I intended him to do and why and he thought it was a great laugh, particularly as I would pay him handsomely. Whilst he was 18 years old he could easily pass for a 13 year old. The fact that he was unashamedly gay meant he wasn’t in the least bothered by what I told him I wanted to do.

My friend Harry helped me carry Peter’s limp body from the car to the bedroom where we removed his soiled clothes. Harry was interested in the angry red stripes covering his chest and bottom and also the fact that his rectum had been very badly abused.

I collected my bag from the car and injected Viagra into the root of Peter’s cock. Despite him still being unconscious he was soon fully erect.

Harry and I dressed him in a Brownie uniform I had had made for the occasion although I had ensured its procurement couldn’t be traced back to me and anyway Peter’s name was on the order! As I fitted a simple yellow necker around Peter’s neck using a plastic woggle Harry got changed into a Scout uniform.

‘You look good’, I said when he had finished adjusting the woggle. He smiled and I thought I might just take advantage of him later! But first I needed the final photographic evidence.

‘Make it look good’, Harry said as he sat on the bed. He had agreed to what needed to be done but even so I said ‘sorry!’ as I hit him square on his jaw and he feel backwards on the bed.

I tore his pristine shirt exposing his naked chest and pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees.  I flipped him onto his back and positioned him so that his backside was over the end of the satin sheeted bed and spread his legs.

I tied his wrists up to the headboard with red rope and then gagged him with a knotted Scout scarf taken from Peter’s wardrobe. I turned his head so that it was clear this was an underage boy tied on the bed and making sure I captured the red mark on his jaw. I then lubricated his rectum.

Now for the main player; I slipped a condom onto Peter’s erect cock just as he was beginning to regain consciousness. I then injected a special drug into his arm. That was a quick acting hallucinogenic which would make him co-operative and very susceptible to suggestions.

I pulled him to his feet and guided him to the end of the bed all the time whispering in his ear about the excitement gained by raping a Boy Scout and the warmth when he embedded his cock into a virgin arse.

It worked just as I hoped. Peter’s cock slipped easily into Harry’s lubricated rectum and almost immediately Peter went into autopilot – this was after all what he was used to doing! I stepped back and recorded his actions on my phone.

I allowed Peter to climax; after all he had a condom on so Harry was in no danger. As he did I injected him with my fast acting drug and he was soon asleep on the floor. To be on the safe side I bound his wrists and ankles with rope.

I freed Harry and asked if he was ok. He said he was but asked me to help him lift Peter onto the bed. He returned the rape favour before declaring himself satisfied.

I wasn’t finished though. I pulled Harry back on the bed and in no time he was tied to the four corners. This wasn’t part of our agreement and he started to question me. That ended when I forced a cloth into his mouth and retied the Scout necker as a gag.

His cock sprang back to life when I forced several fingers into his arse. I tormented him from inside whilst biting his exposed nipples and then taking his cock in my mouth. Soon he was hard and moaning for release.

His cock turned a livid purple when I tied string around his balls and around the root of his cock. I am skilled in delaying orgasms and I kept Harry on the edge for a very long time before allowing him to climax

After Harry got dressed I took him home. Peter was still asleep when I returned.  Now it was my turn to enjoy myself and what I had in mind would guarantee to bring him to justice whilst also ensuring I got my reward. I had everything I would require in the coming hours in the bag!

Whilst I waited I ransacked his house, breaking everything I could and cutting up all his clothes – it was mindless, but I enjoyed it! As I finished he was starting to regain consciousness.

I removed his gag and waited until his eyes focussed on me and then I sat him up against the bed and showed him the various video files I had made. For the first time I saw fear in his eyes. ‘How much do you want to delete those files?’ he asked and I laughed, ‘you think money solves everything don’t you?’ and it was clear from his reaction that he did.

I drove my fists into his balls and he bent over dry heaving with the pain. ‘We can talk money later’. I said giving him an element of hope. I could see it in his eyes he was calculating what he would offer.

What he didn’t expect was me to quickly tie a strap around his left arm and then, after locating a vein, inject him with a drug I had bought for the purpose. Of course he screamed and cursed me, but who was going to hear!

His eyes quickly defocused but he wasn’t unconscious. The drug provider had assured me it would heighten the feeling form his pain receptors

I untied him and he made no effort to get away from me. I hauled him up onto the bed and put him in the position Harry had been when he was raped. I secured Peter with rope in that vulnerable position.

The gag that had recently been used on Harry now gagged Peter and now it was my turn to rape him.

I strapped a dildo harness around my waist and screwed a special dildo on the front. The base of the dildo sat against my clit and the dildo itself was immense both in length and width. It wasn’t smooth but contained many small spikes!

I positioned it against his rectum and pushed slowly forward. The drug meant he didn’t resist but he screamed as the dildo relentlessly buried itself until it was fully inside him.

If he thought that was bad the pain got worse and I pulled out and the spikes did their work. I paused and then slammed the full length back inside and then the rape began. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had and eventually I was too tired to continue.

The dildo was covered in blood when I removed it. I went to his kitchen and got myself a drink.

Once I had recovered it was time for the final act. I injected him with another dose of the drug and then wrapped one of his neckers around his cock and mercilessly jerked him off.

Now it was time to end this and this was going to provide the biggest opportunity for me to be caught of any of these abductions. I had however calculated the risk as best I could. The bench I had chosen was in a secluded area of a park in the city centre. The area around it wasn’t covered by CCTV but the normal access route was so I would have to carry him on a circuitous route to avoid detection. The gym work I had put in should allow me to carry his dead weight but I was under no illusion it would be a hard task. I chose to do it at 3am when I was as certain as I could be that no-one else would be around.

I checked round his house one more time and cleaned a few more surfaces with bleach just to be certain I had not left any evidence.

Peter was still asleep when it was time to leave. After preparing a syringe I wrapped a cord around his bicep and located a vein in his arm. He flinched slightly as I injected the amber liquid; I was told that the heroin I had bought on the dark web was high quality but I wasn’t bothered whether it was or not just that it would show up on a drugs test.

I collected several of his Scout scarves and put them all around his neck and then after putting my bag in the car I picked him up and carried him out and laid him across the back seat.

I parked the car in a back street near the park and carried Peter using a fireman’s lift all the way to the bench. Carrying him and my bag almost broke me and I was breathing heavily by the time I put him down on the seat.

I laid out another syringe of the drug and the cord next to him to set the scene and then took the soiled necker I had jerked him off with earlier and masturbated him again. When he was spent I laid the soiled cotton scarf across his legs and pulled the skirt back to expose his cock and after straightening his scarves and his Brownie uniform I left.

I called a local newspaper and left an anonymous tip off before making my way home. I would drop the goods I had liberated at a safe location and then drive further and dump the car before returning home to collect my own car and recover the goods.

The story broke the following day and it wasn’t long before the Charities disassociated themselves with him and he was struck off by the Scouts and Guides. The Police were “looking at the evidence” but it was clear from the statement that they had interviewed various “minors” and reviewed video evidence found at his house and that charges were “imminent”.

A few months later he was in court and sentenced to 10 years in prison. His personal standing was ruined and there was no comeback to me! I had achieved what I set out to do and made a lot of money in the process not to mention stopping him being a predator!