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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.

AI images created via Microsoft Bing.

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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.

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Hunted

I sat in the limousine, my hands locked behind my back in handcuffs, not exactly the way I'd pictured riding in such a luxurious vehicle, as the woman who captured me made a call on her cellular phone.

"Hi Sydney," she said. "It's Jill. I've got him. He's all locked in handcuffs and I tied his feet once I got him in the car. We're on the way to you now so you can get the bounty. See you in a few hours."

She hung up as I glared at her. She smiled.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm not the one who had a fugitive warrant for my capture. It's not my fault I captured you, Mr. Griffiths. It's you who couldn't get away from me."

I blushed, shameful, enraged at myself. She'd approached me at an art exhibit, a very public event, and announced she knew who I was and that she worked for a bounty hunter who'd been contracted to capture me and bring me to face the warrant several states over. I'd asked her to take me somewhere private to handcuff me, but she'd refused and taken me into her custody right there, in front of dozens of people. Dozens more witnessed her walking me through the large art museum and out to this limo, and she'd sat me down, belted me into place, and tied my feet before calling in that she'd caught me.

"I really thought you were going to try to run," she said with a smile. "But I guess getting chased and caught was more embarrassing than surrendering to me to get arrested. Tough call, but I'm sure glad you didn't make me run. For that, I won't gag you for the drive."

She laughed at my dour expression, and patted my cheek mockingly.

"Cheer up," she said. "It could have been worse. Now you get to stare at me for the next few hours while I take you to my boss, and then to jail."

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Forcible Arrest, Part 4

“Do you see how much easier things are when you co-operate, sir?” said Melissa smoothly. She released Gary from her crushing thigh-grip on his head but then held her prisoner face down into the carpet by placing her nyloned knee firmly on the back of his neck. “I just need to tighten your cuffs now, sir,” the policewoman explained politely and fastened the handcuffs even more restrictively around Gary’s wrists as he gasped in discomfort. “I do hope you’re not too uncomfortable, sir,” the blonde woman cooed, “do tell me if I have restrained you too tightly…”

The breathless Gary, bound behind his back, on his knees and his forehead pressed into the fabric of the rug, was quite unable to make any reply to Melissa’s mock-sympathy whatsoever.

To be continued.

Source: WomanWorship.co.uk

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“Going somewhere, sir?”

I tried to scuttle up the internal staircase to Club Class in order to escape the fate encountered by my two buddies who were being apprehended by the cabin crew once our galley thefts had been discovered. As I reached the steps and looked up before making the ascent, I noticed with dismay a female flight attendant sitting in the middle of the of the stairs, smugly smiling. Then I heard the dreaded words: “Going somewhere, sir?” she asked sarcastically. I spluttered something about being in the wrong compartment until, still seated, the young woman reached out with her phone to show me unmistakable CCTV footage of me and my friends helping ourselves to several bottles of spirits in the galley. There was no denying it.

Later, with my hands securely tied behind my back with her neck scarf, she escorted me downstairs and back into Economy to join her colleagues. “Caught this one trying to upgrade, girls!” she laughed. The crew manager smiled back at us while I glowered at her. “Take him to the back of the plane and put him with the others, Cynthia.” she instructed. “Sure thing, boss,” replied Cynthia and began to walk me down the corridor. “And don’t forget to strap him in!” the senior stewardess reminded her helpfully.

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Great story again, my friend! And yes, some guys do pay for that.

“This Way, Buddy!”

Captured and tied by bad girl Rachel Jason, PI Simon Lewis knew he was in serious trouble. Although Rachel, wanted in five countries for fraud and robbery, was definitely terrifying, Simon consoled himself with the knowledge the scary blonde had never actually killed anyone.

“Guess this case summary won’t be going on your website, eh buddy?” Rachel mocked as she pushed the bound Simon towards what looked like a garden shed. “Didn’t realise my fame had spread so far, ma’am,” he grunted. The villainess laughed. “I always check what loser the cops put on my trail,” she grinned, “who hired you? Albania?” The man coloured slightly in embarrassment as Rachel pushed him through the rickety wooden door. “Now you play nice while I hogtie and gag you, and maybe you’ll get to do divorces and missing persons again!” she told him and lowered Simon to the floor of the shed. As Rachel pulled out some more rope, Simon sighed and closed his eyes. He would just have to put up with the trash talk and bondage, he figured - after all, some guys would pay for this!

Source: The Big Easy, Season 2, Episode 32: Begirled (1997) posted by RoperMike on his website Guys In Trouble

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Forcible Arrest, Part 3

Melissa completed her manoeuvre by forcing Gary to his knees. The policewoman then lowered herself and sat astride the helpless man’s head and neck. She then brought Gary’s wrists tightly together behind his back. As she clicked the handcuffs into place, securely binding her prisoner, the woman asked him in the same unhurried and superior tone: “Do you surrender, sir?”

The question was entirely gratuitous. With his face pressed into the rug, all Gary could smell was the warm woollen odour of carpet and the leather of his captor’s knee-high boots, and all he could feel was the nylon of Melissa’s stockings on either side of his face, as she squeezed his head between her thighs. His muffled and pleading “Yes, ma’am…” was barely audible as he spoke into the fabric of the rug…

To be continued.

Source: WomanWorship.co.uk

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Wow, what a way to be captured - so hot and so shameful! But honestly, I would be looking at her heels, so I could remember it.

“So lay down on your knees, now lay down on your stomach.” Nice clear instructions from the dominant female police detective to her prisoner that she is hogcuffing on the floor of an elevator. He militantly refuses to look at her killer heels and nyloned ankles, strategically placed either side of his head during his public humiliation: he probably wants to avoid any embarrassing accidents down below…

Excellent dominant image from the digital artist ira9087 who used to post on Deviant Art

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Outstanding work, once again! Love the emotion and the confidence of the woman - and the combination of the first photo with the second is very appealing!

Female Persuasion

“Come on, sir,” Kathryn Sidhu, the British Airways stewardess said to Harold silkily as she sat next to him on the Heathrow-bound flight, “why not just admit it? I know those high value notes you are trying to pay with are forgeries. Unfortunately, we just can’t prove it at the moment.”

Harold Jamieson impatiently folded his newspaper in half, put it to one side and looked Kathryn straight in her dark eyes. “Young lady, I am getting increasingly tired of your insinuations.” he told her firmly. “For the umpteenth time, I do not know what you are talking about.” The flight attendant sighed and produced a £50 note from her tailored jacket pocket. “I will be passing this to the police when we land, sir,” she replied seriously, “and it has your fingerprints on it. I have seen situations like this before. If you confess and surrender to me now, I promise you it will go better for you in the long run…”

Harold, elderly, dignified and crooked, nonetheless refused to accept that he could have been detected by a mere air hostess. “No.” he replied. “I will not.” Kathryn made to stand up with a disappointed expression on her face. “Suit yourself, sir.” she said simply and stood, her legs making a swishing sound as nylon brushed against nylon, “I will radio ahead to the police at Heathrow and let them know about your lack of co-operation.” As the woman began to walk away down the aisle, Harold licked his lips, looked around awkwardly at the other passengers, and said urgently in a voice he hoped would not be overheard: “Wait, miss, perhaps you have a point…”

Later, in the deserted rear section of the plane, a mortified Harold closed his eyes, his agonised expression a combination of anguish, disbelief and humiliation. He stood as tall as he could in the circumstances, while Kathryn efficiently tied his wrists together behind his back. “But why must I be bound, miss?” the man asked the flight attendant in a choking voice. “I told you I would give you no trouble. This so undignified!” Kathryn smiled indulgently, and pulled the white cord tight. “Any passenger who the crew suspect of law breaking and who we intend to hand over to the police when we land, has to be restrained, sir,” she explained, “it’s BA regulations.” Harold thought he might even cry from the sheer ignominy of his capture at 30,000 feet - and by a smug young woman at that! But the man was not going to embarrass himself further. “I understand, ma’am.” he said, resignation sounding in his voice. Kathryn admired her handiwork with a satisfied smile. “Now then - I hope that’s not too tight for you, sir.” she said. “Would you care to take a seat so that I can strap you in for the rest of the flight?”

Source: Pinterest; AI image created via Ideogram.