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The Old Duffer

“Oh dear, Algernon,” Frederick said in mock sympathy as his business rival’s face crumpled in anguish and despair and the elderly man’s hands were tied behind his back by a young female flight attendant while the senior stewardess looked on. “I did warn you that Nigerian Airlines take a particularly dim view of drugs smuggling into their country and that they simply wouldn’t fall for the Innocent Old Duffer At Large routine that works so well in the U.K. and the States.”

Algernon looked close to tears as he was bound. “We shall take you to the rear of the plane with your contraband and hand you over to the police in Abuja when we land.” the young woman who was tying him up told the crooked businessman solemnly. “Englishmen!” remarked the senior stewardess with an impatient tut. “They still think they rule the waves!”

“I say, old chap,” said Frederick chirpily to the distraught prisoner, “would you like me to call the British Consulate for you?”

AI video created via PixVerse.

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I Surrender, Ma’am… 3

“All right, all right!” replied Joel to Lana’s forceful demands, “I told you, miss, I surrender!” Lana still suspected a trick. Handcuffs in hand, she was about to restrain the apparently compliant man, but suddenly panic set in again. I have to search him first! the policewoman thought to herself urgently.

Quickly and efficiently, Lana patted down Joel as he stood, still with his hands clasped behind his head in capitulation, but she heard a tiny groan of despair from the man as she located the unmistakable shape of a knife in his waistband. She pulled it out quickly and the weapon clattered to the floor. “Was that your back up plan, pal?” Lana asked the cursing gangster.

Source: Servir y Proteger - Lara detiene al ex marido de Maria #Capitulo 790 video by RTVE Series, available on YouTube.

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So hot - a long, long walk under the control of a pretty woman in public.

Exhausted POV

Exhausted, I stopped running and placed my hands on my knees and tried to get my breath. With sweat running down my face I looked up into the smug smiling eyes of of the Japan Airlines stewardess who had pursued me along the foyers and corridors of Tokyo Airport convinced I had stolen items from her flight’s galley. She looked as fresh as a daisy. The girl was of course quite right. One of the reasons I couldn’t outpace the little minx was because I had shoved several bottles of spirits into my bag and hightailed it as we all disembarked, hoping none of the crew had noticed. It seemed Miss Hamasaki had. I couldn’t take another step forward and the uniformed witch knew it. “Alright, alright, I give up, ma’am,” I gasped, “have the damned whisky back!” and I dropped my bag to the ground. I soon realised that this supercilious young woman didn’t just want the whisky…

Ten minutes later I was being walked along the those very corridors I had fled down, slowly regaining my breath, but with my hands infuriatingly tied behind my back, by the triumphant stewardess. “Don’t worry, madam!” she called out cheerily to one of the several curious and staring travellers we encountered as I underwent this walk of shame. “He’s a thief I have captured. I am taking him to the police!” The woman nodded in acknowledgment while I just scowled and lowered my gaze to the ground.

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Rather Embarrassing…

Their raid on the hospital’s drugs cupboards did not too end well for the boys…

“I guess this must be rather embarrassing for you two…” smiled 28-year old Sister Emma Lane as she and her colleague Sister Angela Booth escorted the two unhappy and bound young men they had captured to Security.

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Falling Off A Log

“No, it was like falling off a log!” laughed Staff Nurse Felicity Nixon as she pushed the frightened looking man into the staff room, his hands bound behind his back. Felicity’s colleagues had beeen alarmed when the headstrong young woman went tearing after the thief the nurses had caught raiding patients’ lockers and then fled. “He got lost and then trapped himself in the dead end near the HDU corridor,” Felicity continued, “after that he seemed to lose heart so it was easy enough to subdue him and tie him up.” Her amazed fellow nurse gazed open mouthed as Felicity parked her shaking and ashamed-looking prisoner up against the wall opposite the women. “But-but why the gag??” asked Sister Bennett, sounding stupefied. Felicity just smiled again. “I got bored with him whining his apologies and begging me to let him go.” she replied confidently. “I told him to shut up and save it for the police!” The nurse then looked around at her speechless colleagues, frowning. “Has anyone actually called them?” she asked impatiently.

Sources: retrorope and Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr

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The Jewellery Heist, Part 6

Sure enough, the mysterious red-haired female thief made good on her promise. She forced both men to roll face down onto their bellies and then proceeded to tie their ankles together and then to secure their ankles to their bound wrists in a humiliating and very uncomfortable hogtie. The miserable Matteus pulled hopefully against his bonds but only succeeded in making them even tighter. The woman, aware of what the proprietor had tried to do, smiled broadly and wickedly while she carefully bound the feet of the hapless Hadrianus. “You won’t get free from these knots, little piggies!” she smirked. “This isn’t the first time I’ve tied up out of condition rich old guys like you!” Both men groaned simultaneously at the sheer indignity of their plight.

The woman stood up in one graceful move. “Shhh now, losers,” she told them, “I really can’t have you making noise while I work…”

To be continued.

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Regrets

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have been running a crooked wrestling racket out of your gym if you didn’t want this to happen, Scott!” Nyxon told the ashamed man who had been fixing competitive fights for various dubious betters with connections, for months. “I’m really sorry, ma’am,” Scott said to Nyxon as the undercover investigator tied his hands behind his back, “couldn’t you give me a second chance…please? I promise I’ll go straight from now on…”

Nyxon sighed. She had heard these last minute speeches of contrition before. It didn’t wash then and it wasn’t now. “Sorry, pal.” the woman replied firmly. “It’s too late for regrets now.”

Source: Scott - First Time Tie and Struggle video by the Nyxon Femdom Files

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Captured, stripped and tied up! The best triple play ever!

Makes Her Laugh

“Cheer up, boys,” said Louisa cheerily as she and her fellow industrial spy, Joanne, put out two tin dog food trays filled with water in front of the two almost-naked and groaning guards who the women had tightly bound back to back after overpowering them, “at least you won’t get thirsty overnight - but if you need a drink, you’ll just need to lean forward one at a time!” Blonde haired Joanne couldn’t help but laugh at this. “I’m sorry this is so undignified for you, gentlemen,” she smiled, “but we’ll be gone in an hour or two.” The two men looked up at their female captors resentfully at being humiliated in this way, but there was no real resistance in their eyes.

The two operatives headed towards the computers that contained all the commercially sensitive information they needed to access. Joanne nodded towards the guards, still moaning to themselves and each other behind them. “I get tying them up, Lou,” she said to her brown haired companion, “but why did you insist we strip their clothes off too?” Louisa turned and smiled at the other woman, her eyes twinkling, “Well, not that I doubt your ability to tie knots, Ms Girl Guide,” she replied, “but if either of those jokers get loose they would struggle coming after us in their underwear!” Joanne nodded, smiling slightly, “ok, I guess..” she remarked. “Besides,” added Louisa, breaking into a mischievous chuckle, “it just makes me laugh!” Joanne nodded again, more knowingly this time as she sat in front of a computer screen. “Yup!” she said. “That makes a lot more sense!”

My interpretation of the story behind this powerful image of female domination put together by the extraordinary femdom illustrator Sardax.

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Forcible Arrest, Part 6

Melissa sighed. “Now, would you care to admit to fraud, racketeering and money-laundering, sir?” she asked wearily, releasing the baton from Gary’s throat and causing the choking man to fall forwards, his forehead hitting the sitting room rug once more. The handcuffed Gary simply stayed immobile, on his knees, hands restrained behind his back, not saying anything but breathing heavily with exhaustion. A leather booted foot came down heavily on the back of Gary’s neck.

“A confession makes it so much easier for both of us, sir,” the blonde policewoman said languidly, her baton still held menacingly at her side. “Saves on the paperwork for me, maybe gets you a reduced sentence…” Gary did not, or could not reply - all he could do was groan miserably.

To be continued.

Source: WomanWorship.co.uk

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The Signal

“But that’s a signal isn’t it, sir?” the Japan Airlines stewardess said to me, a slight smile on her lips. “Every time you accidentally-on-purpose leave the strap of your bag hanging out of the overhead compartment, it is a sign for your accomplice to drop off another package of drugs in the rest room for you to collect at your leisure.” I glared at the young woman angrily, infuriated at her smug expression and the fact she was completely right and that I was caught. Given that she had bound my hands behind my back when she had first accosted me, I knew she didn’t need me to confirm the scam. The stewardess placed her officious-looking clipboard under her arm and then gripped me by the shoulder.

“I’d better get you safely stowed in the back of the plane for the rest of the flight, sir,” she told me jauntily, “but don’t worry, you won’t be alone for long. Once you are securely strapped in, I’ll go and apprehend your friend. The two of you can discuss why it all went wrong while you both sit tied up, waiting to be arrested in Tokyo!” She beamed happily and I then began my long walk of shame down the aisle.

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Two for One

I knelt quietly, my hands behind my back, locked in handcuffs the female bounty hunter had placed me into when she captured me only moments ago. I was blushing, ashamed how the woman, who had taken off her shoes so I couldn't hear her sneaking around my house while she looked for me, sat on the back of my friend, who had meekly surrendered to her and now had the woman seated on his back only a few feet from where I knelt.

The woman was on the phone while my friend lay beneath her, his eyes closed in his own shame, knowing we were both captured, since both of us were on the run. This woman had been sent to take me prisoner, but when she discovered my friend here as well, she had ordered him to lie down and wait for her to verify whether he was to be taken into custody as well.

"Hello, Cynthia?" She said. "It's Kim. I've got Ryan Cresswell already captured so I'm bringing him in, but don't we have a fugitive warrant for Adrian Griffiths, as well, because I've got him but don't want to cuff him up until I know I'm taking him too. Yes, we do? Outstanding. I'll be there in a few hours with two bounties to collect."

I heard Adrian groan as she shifted to sit astride his back and he gave up his hands without even being asked. "Good boy," she mocked. "No more fighting for you, you're going to jail."

She tied his hands behind his back with zip cuffs and started to search him as I watched, humiliated, both of captured by this pretty woman.

"It's always nice to get two captures when I was only planning for one," she said. "The two of you just doubled my money by hanging out together, and you get to go to jail together. Won't that be a fun thing to talk about in your cell?"

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The Jewellery Heist, Part 5

The smiling woman pushed Gruffyd down onto his knees. “Keep quiet and stay still, pal.” she told him, smirking. The terrified Hadrianus, his arms and wrists now securely bound simply obeyed. Shouting for help would pointless, given the strengthened glass and thick walls of their shop and besides, the Closed sign on the door, the drawn blinds and the lateness of the hour meant no one woukd come to their rescue even if they did yell for assistance.

The female thief then tapped on Mattaeus’ back haughtily with her elegant shoe. “Up you get, my friend,” she told the frightened and wary-looking Karlsson, who was still breathing hard. The man got to his feet shakily and the woman shoved him against the wall, drew his hands behind him and began to tie him up too, expertly roping his elbows and wrists together. The two miserable proprietors hoped the worst of their ordeal might be over now their unwelcome visitor had made them prisoners, but they were to be disappointed.

“Well, gentlemen,” the long-legged criminal said after completing Mattaeus’ tight bondage, “now to put you into a hogtie.”

To be continued.

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Daring Her

“Don’t be ridiculous, you silly girl, you can’t restrain me!” the aggressive and drunk male passenger snorted in derision at Sally. “Don’t you know who I am? Run along and bring me a male officer I can have a sensible conversation with!”

“Please, sir,” replied Sally calmly, “return to your seat or I will restrain you!” The man sneered at the young woman, breathing alcohol into her face. “Go on then, you little trollop…. I dare you!”

“I warned you, sir.” said Sally a few minutes later, sitting down next to the anguished passenger after she had put him in an armlock until he surrendered to her and then tied his wrists together in front of him with a length of restraint rope. “You can protest all you like,” she continued. “but you will stay like this until we land - and just be thankful I didn’t tie you up behind your back or gag you!” The man opened his mouth, thought a second and then closed it again.

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Thought He’d Got Away With It

Jack genuinely thought he had got away with it. Sure enough that nosy stewardess who looked a bit like Emma Watson had been suspicious and kept wanting to search his bag, but he had managed to give her the slip after disembarking. Or so Jack thought. Just as he had nearly reached the Nothing To Declare zone, “Emma” appeared before him like a long legged vision from a fashion catalogue - except that this image of female loveliness carried a length of airline issue restraint rope amongst her accessories!

Jack didn’t even bother to argue. He just turned around and put his hands behind his back, knowing that the jig was up. “My, aren’t you the co-operative one?” the stewardess smiled as she began to tie up the despairing man. “So much nicer than you were inflight, sir!” It was a mystery to Jack how women in authority could so often sound both curious and complacent. Sometimes in the same sentence…

Source: the excellent digital artist Poyntingve, who produced this great image of a dominant stewardess as a commission for my friend Mats Karlsson. Poyntingve plies his trade on Deviant Art.

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The Signed Confession

“Just sign here, honey,” said Lucy Loner, private eye, “I promise you, you, this will make our trip to the cops a whole lot easier - for you!” Hughey looked at the auburn-haired detective quizzically and indicated his cuffed wrists. “Here, I’ll help you, sweet cheeks,” said Lucy brusquely, steadying her prisoner’s arm with one hand and thrusting a pen between his fingers with the other. “Now just make your mark. Every word is just as you told me.” Hughey sighed but realised it was too late to change his mind now and reluctantly scrawled his signature on the paper in front of him.

“Well done, honey.” Lucy told the disconsolate looking man as she took the cuffs off. She smiled as for a moment, Hughey looked optimistic. “Sorry, baby, all this means is you have to be cuffed behind your back now. It’s a long ride to the precinct.” The gangster-turned-state bowed his head, a mixture of shame at being captured by a woman and guilt at betraying his buddies. Lucy left the young man to his thoughts and concentrated on securing Hughey’s wrists together behind him. “Ok, let’s go.” she told her captive after he was bound, and the pair shuffled out of the female detective’s office.

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The Jewellery Heist, Part 4

Both elderly proprieters were terrified. With the door to their store locked and it being well past most Stockholm shops’ closing time, neither Gruffyd nor Karlsson knew what to do other than to obey this crazed and athletic redhead. “Face down on the floor now!” the woman ordered the petrified Mattaeus, who was still clutching his chest. The man obeyed and the female intruder placed a sharp-heeled foot in the middle of Karlsson’s back, causing him to exclaim in discomfort, while she pulled out several lengths of rope from her handbag. Hadrianus stood gazing at her, his hands still raised in capitulation, scared but curious as to what this long-legged virago would do next. He soon found out.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back!” the woman ordered him firmly. To his concern, Gruffyd realised he was to be tied up. He would be helpless, at her mercy. Nontheless, he did not possess the courage to take this unstable fury on. He obeyed and soon she had his upper arms bound and was then tying the man’s wrists together behind him. It was tight, very tight. When Gruffyd pleaded for his bonds to be made looser, the woman simply laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet, my friend!” she grinned. Meanwhile Mattaeus lay silent and humiliated, held in place on the floor by their assailant’s heel.

To be continued.

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The Convent

Randal had sought refuge in the Convent of the Supplicant Sisters, seeking food, warmth and protection from his pursuers. Yes, the young man had stolen a loaf of bread, but he was sure he would receive sanctuary from the benign nuns.

He was greeted by Sister Maria Domina, who heard his sad story and whose first instruction to Randal was for him to strip naked. The wiry lad thought this strange but assumed it was a prelude to being bathed by the virginal beauties of the convent. But then Sister Domina ordered the young man to turn around and to put his hands behind his back. He obeyed again, confused and, before he could resist, the naked lad found himself bound by his arms and wrists with rough rope by the severe nun. Finally, she gagged him ferociously. Randal was almost in tears - this was not the welcome or the treatment he had hoped for from the saintly sisters. Then came the explanation.

‘We are not sorry to be doing this, my son. There are only young women and ladies here; we have to be very careful with males.’ Sister Domina told him. ‘You will be kept bound like this at all times, day and night. We nuns will assist you with your meals and ablutions. Once you have earned our trust, we may put you to work in the kitchens or the stables.’

Poor bound and gagged Randal began to wonder if he was better off taking his chances with the hue-and-cry outside, as Domina handed him over to a beautiful young novice nun. ‘This is Sister Clara,’ he was told as the girl looked Randal up and down, her blue eyes twinkling, ‘she will be responsible for your orientation. Obey her in all things’

My interpretation of the full story behind this wonderful Bambois piece of femdom digital art from his fm Attaque series. I think he still posts on Deviant Art and Pixiv.