A Dominatrix's Diary

You have now read the last instalment of the Dominatrix’s diary. I know this because I own that diary and you are only reading it because I decided to published it.

The lady who wrote the chapters in this diary was found by the Police a while ago. I have received the following information from a friend of mine who was close to the investigation that followed – although I must stress for his/her anonymity that they were not part of the team itself.

A woman was found in the early hours of the morning on waste ground behind a factory unit by a Security guard doing his rounds. The woman was completely covered head to foot in silver duct tape. Many layers had been overlapped and just a small gap left under her nostrils to allow her to breathe.

It took the medical team many hours to remove the tape and their report details that the woman was naked and every inch of her skin was lacerated. Every hair on her body had been removed.

She had been gagged with so many pairs of silk knickers that her jaw was dislocated and in order to remove the gag they had to carefully rehydrate her mouth as it was so dry the silk had stuck to the inside.

Her breasts had been beaten and were covered in livid bruises and her nipples had been stabbed many times by a sharp blade. Both her vagina and rectum had been the subject of violent attacks leaving both torn with internal bleeding.

X-rays showed several broken bones and the Police concluded this was a frenzied attack. The woman however refused to say who she was and equally refused to provide any details of the attack or the reasons behind it. She simply said it was a prank gone wrong and she didn’t want to press charges.

The Police tried to get forensic evidence from her skin but it seemed that it had been thoroughly cleaned with bleach. The duct tape didn’t yield any clues either and no CCTV evidence was found. The case was consigned to the “do nothing“ pile.

You will perhaps have gathered that this was my doing - I was exacting my revenge! She would also have found by now that I had emptied her bank account and emailed all her clients with photos of her beating and how she was dumped – sweet revenge!

Who am I? – well the clue is in the diary, if you know where to look. I got such a kick out of this and the fact that I got away with it that I just might take it up myself. I think I could make a better job that she did – for a start I wouldn’t get caught!…