24th Nov, 8:15AM:
I have decided to maintain a diary for all of my work from this point onwards. I came to the realisation recently that having no written archive of my activities is proving to be a bit of a downer, and there are previous victims that I definitely wish I kept some personal memento of before they were released. After all, that poor quality camera I was using was no good and even Miss Sunni regularly criticised the production values of my recordings. You could barely see the victims and those tapes don't last forever. But thankfully, I have taken steps this week to ensure all activity is fully recorded and noted. I have invested in a much improved video camera to record the sessions, and I have begun this diary in order to provide a written evaluation of each session, for memories' sake.
Hopefully, within a matter of months, I will have had so many opportunities that this book is completely filled with diary entries describing every sensitive victim I get in my dungeon. After all, what is the point in torture if you cant have some fun writing about it?~
I should have a new victim arriving later today, so I can see whether this will work out or not. I'll be sure to make it a very fun session indeed~
The evil dragon Mendel was sat in his underground dungeon as usual, using a quill to write his first ever diary entry (as he had finally gathered enough money to upgrade from biro pens) His line of work was a very sadistic one, albeit also a very easy one. All of his dirty work was carried out by a group of specially hired goons who scoured the lands for any characters, no matter what species, gender, age or orientation, to kidnap and bring to Mendel himself in his dungeon, the location of which was only known to him and his one superior – a mysterious dragoness named Sunni who he had never actually met in person, but would always report to after a session.
Once victims were brought to the dungeon, Mendel's duties would begin, and he would immediately get to work on restraining them in the position he thought best. He would already have tools prepared, so then he just had to wait. Wait until his helpless victim would wake up so he could give them a fitting and very ticklish torture session, with specific focus on their footpaws...
After finishing with his diary for the morning, he put it to one side – he would be returning to it throughout the day – and got to work preparing his tools of the trade – feathers, brushes, forks, pinwheels, even some non-tickling equipment just in case they got too rowdy. These were all laid out on a table to the side of the dungeon, which was a reasonable size and had a variety of different bondage equipment within it. The walls were all made of rock with the floor paved, and the only source of light was a set of candles around the place. Mendel claimed this was for a more intense and intimate atmosphere, although in actual fact, lightbulbs are more expensive than candles, and Mendel is not a chump. With the equipment set out on the table and the bondage ready for a body, he now just had to wait until his help returned with the unwilling ticklee. And today's ticklee was one with particularly large paws to tickle....
P.S. I bought a new pinwheel while I was at it. Nice and shiny and even pointier, and with 5 wheels in one. I must say, 10/10 for the price, you won't find these in Poundland. And luckily I'll get to use it for the first time on my first ever bunny...