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The Imposter

Mr Wallace the Geography teacher of a small fee-paying school on the outskirts of town, had no idea why he had been forced to strip at gunpoint by the frightening dark haired young woman who had entered his classroom while he was preparing his morning lesson before she bound him hand and foot and forced what felt suspiciously like two pairs of nylons into his mouth, which dried it out immediately and prevented him from raising the alarm.

Stowed under his own desk while his female captor sat nonchalantly in his chair, her pantyhosed legs stretching up to the hemline of her tight checkered skirt, while she played with her phone, Wallace suddenly realised what this bizarre and humiliating kidnapping might be about. In today’s class heiress Joanna Hugo would be present. He began to writhe urgently against his bonds, realising a far more significant kidnapping might be about to take place. As he tried to make sounds through the choking agony of the hosiery stuffed in his mouth, he received a sharp kick from the elegantly heeled foot of his tormentor. At that moment the familiar shuffling of reluctant pupils entering the class could be heard from under the desk and the woman abruptly discarded her phone and stood up.

“Good morning, class,” Wallace heard the imposter intone, “I am your supply teacher, Miss Rosenfeld. Mr Wallace I’m afraid is - ah - indisposed…”

My interpretation of the story behind another magnificent piece of femdom art by ira9085 who posts all too infrequently on Deviant Art.

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[igiveupmiss3]

Hers and His

A picture of contrasts:-

She is wearing a smart tight black t-shirt, proudly emblazoning her status as a policewoman of the Policia Civil. He is wearing nothing on his torso at all, but his shoulders are slumped in defeat.

Her jeans are well fitting, sexy and functional - plain clothes that mean business. His knee-length shorts look vaguely ridiculous, as though his female captor had pulled him out of bed when she arrested him.

She looks straight ahead, focused on the car in which she will stow her prisoner. His head is bowed in shame and despair, seemingly uncaring what now happens to him.

Her feet are clad in strong fashionable trainers. His feet are bare, like a child on holiday.

Her hands are confident and determined, one holding her captive by his cuffed wrists, the other gripping a shirt, possibly his. His hands are bound behind his back; publicly signalling his status now as her prisoner.

She is triumphant. He, captured single-handedly by an unarmed woman, is humiliated.

Source: FemaleCopWorld on Pinterest

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[submission4]

Women’s Words

How do women do it? I asked myself disconsolately as Jimmy and I trudged past the hijab-clad young woman (who had told us her name was Shazna) into the waiting closet with our hands securely bound behind our backs with a combination of dressing gown belts and scarves. Shazna, like all her sex, seemed prenaturally possessed of the skills of persuasion, cajoling and coaxing to get me and my friend to see the error of our ways, put down our replica guns and agree to be captured by the young woman. I suppose the tying up that followed was inevitable, if a little ignominious, but did she really have to gag us and lock us up to? After all, after we had agreed to surrender,mee were doing entirely as she asked. But then her words changed too, from sweet concerned female reason to what the Americans call “woman trash talk”. We couldn’t give a reply to her mocking rhetorical question as we walked towards the open closet door, thanks to the ladies tights Shazna had laughingly tied around our mouths, (with the words, “Ooh, these nylons look better on you than me, chaps!”) but she knew how we felt - totally humiliated!

Source: Pinterest

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[yesstaffnurse1]

John Surrenders To Matron

I could think of worse people to be captured by…

Source: Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr; captions mine.

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[comicsart32]

Annie Oakley

“Only a man with something to hide would act like he did!”

I agree. Much safer for you and Tagg if you tie him up securely, Annie.

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[pulpman2]

“Self Defence, Copper!”

Lieutenant Bill Bailey didn’t quite know what to expect when he called on red haired heiress Samantha Oates in order to bring her in for questioning. Outraged aristocratic protests, perhaps; round tear filled eyes silently begging him for mercy, he wondered, or even a matter of fact confession to the art thefts and and a threat that the best lawyers daddy’s money could buy would put an end to his miserable little career. What he definitely did not expect was a knee to the groin, clawing painted fingernails reaching for his face or the distinctly unladylike accompanying cry of “Self defence, copper!” His face stinging and his balls feeling like they were now residing to his Adam’s Apple, the overweight desk detective sagged, grimacing against the bedroom wall whike the silk and nylons clad Samantha knelt and bent him forward in order to tie his wrists tightly behind his back. “You always were too nosy, Lieutenant,” the scowling woman said as she finished tying the policeman’s hands and moved on to secure his ankles with the same combination of scarves, stockings and dressing gown belts, “even as a beat copper.” Still wracked with indescribable pain, something in Miss Oates’ suddenly harsh Queens accent, brought back a memory. The make up and hair was good and she had retained her figure, but Bill recognised a very different redhead. “Maisie?” he gasped. “Maisie Logan?” The woman looked up to give the man a sweet smile as she bound his feet. “The very same!” she answered. Bill gazed at his female captor, stupefied. “But last time I saw you, they had just closed down your last cat house and you were looking at five to ten in the State Pen!” he cried in disbelief.

Maisie looked back at her prisoner hard. “Two years served, copper, the rest commuted for good behaviour and a promise to reform.” the woman replied. Despite his agony, Bill snorted a mirthless laugh. “Going well, I see.” Maisie slapped his face. “Shut up, jerk!” she snapped. Then the female criminal stood up and went to the large wardrobe facing the bed against which he was slumped. She opened the huge double doors. Inside the cavernous closet, seated on the floor, was a slim, young red headed woman, bound and gagged. “The real Samantha Oates, I presume,” Bill said ironically, “Mmmph.” the frightened looking captive whimpered in reply. “She’s been as good as gold for the last two weeks,” grinned Maisie, “no tricks even when I take her to the bathroom. Anyway, you two are going to get up close and personal. I need another 48 hours to help my boys lift the rest of the valuable art from Oates’ private gallery.” Maisie was remarkably strong. With a rustle and swish of slik and nylon, she manoeuvred Bill into the wardrobe, next to Samantha. Then she gagged the policeman tightly with yet another scarf. “You two can swop life stories whike you wait for “Samantha” to get over her unfortunate virus and for the last of the art to be spirited away!” the woman laughed. Bill and Samantha gazed at each other over their gags. “Mmmmph pretty now, you two lovebirds!” Maisie mocked before closing the wardrobe door, plunging the bound pair into darkness.

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to Blood and Moonlight by William R Cox in Manhunt magazine (October 1956).

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[ndfan3]

Nancy peered cautiously over the rocky rise behind which she was hiding. Car doors slammed and urgent male voices emanated from the mysterious white robed figures as they called to each other. The girl detective was too far away from the group to recognise the voices or to make out what they were saying. She pulled her knee length coat tightly around her and wished George and Bess were with her instead of keeping lookout at Red Gate Farm, as she watched the cloaked and hooded party disappear towards the base of the mountain. But she soon remembered she was not alone: a soft “mmmph, mmmph,” sounded behind her. Nancy looked over her shoulder at the sad figure of Al Snead, whom she had surprised as he hurried on foot to the rendezvous, close to her hiding place, and had overpowered after a short struggle. The girl sleuth had opportunistically tied up and gagged the elderly man with her spare pantyhose, the belt to her dress and his own tie. After remaining silent, as Nancy had sternly instructed him for some time, the retired village shopkeeper and sometime member of the Black Snake Colony was now groaning softly and pathetically from behind his gag.

Nancy had seized and bound the man simply to stop him giving her surveillance away, but she now glanced at the robes Mr Snead had been carrying, discarded in an untidy heap next to the captive after their one sided fight. She realised she could get much closer to this sinister gang she was convinced were a front for money laundering if she took the man’s place - after all they were about the same height and build. The young detective rolled Snead onto his side and retied his wrists behind him with the nylons, more tightly this time, checked his ankles were secured and tightened his gag. “You try and get some sleep here while I’m gone, Mr Snead,” the girl told the whimpering prisoner gently as she picked up his robes, “I assure you, your friends won’t miss you!”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to Froken Detektiv, Og Slangekolonien (trans. “The Black Snake Colony”), the Danish language version of The Secret of Red Gate Farm, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #6 (1931 and 1961)

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[579-537-065]

Pictures from the 1932 film “Hell’s Highway”

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[youryanderedaddy]

yan prison guard who hates u but low-key wants to f??

YES?!

tw: female reader, hinted non-con, period cramps, physical neglect, abuse of power, hinted blood play, reader is hinted to be a criminal, starts flirty but ends dead dovey xD My Ko - fi <3

"Shit." You mumble, your back softly resting against the cold wall. You reach for the nearest utenstil on the ground - all metal now, since you broke one too many nice porcelain plates - and throw it against the bars with little consideration to the vomit inducing "food" still left inside. The yellow sauce splashes all over the floor, and you look up, not even bothering to hide your smug expression.

"I could make you lick that up, you know." Darcy states, adding little emotion to his already monotone voice - his eyes glued to the book in his lap and all the tiny little words in it, perfectly pristine fresh ink in the stuffy air. His gloved hands are digging into the paper, almost crumpling it, and you now know that his pale hands are simply incapable of holding anything gently - even the things he actually likes.

"Will you?" You tease, but the warning bells at the back of your mind go off nonetheless, seemingly in spite of your best attempts to come off as playful and not desperate. He rarely jokes around - not exactly the fun type. "I'll decide after I finish this page." Your warden chuckles humorlessly. "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline." He starts reading aloud, licking his cold lips. "So be earnest..." You can feel his gaze on you, caging you in like a wild animal. "And repent." He finally closes the book. "Revelation 3:19." The blonde repeats quietly, turning his attention back to you - and you realise calling out was a mistake, but now it's too late. He's got you in his clutches.

"My stomach hurts. Tell me, Father Allmighty, is this devine punishment too?" You spit out sarcastically, hugging your knees in order to numb the pain a bit. "Or am I simply on my period?" It's your turn to giggle, although it hurts to do so - anything to mask the unease tugging at your vocal cords every time you're faced with that demon.

His eyes narrow in response, and his fingers circle his nose bridge as he scoffs at you, annoyance quickly spreading across his irritatingly handsome, yet equally sharp features.

"Your voice makes my head throb. Stop it." The guard barks, voice dropping low in warning. Still, you decide to push your luck due to pure and simple physical need. "But it hurts." You let yourself whine, slowly revealing your collarbone - and silently hoping that just this once the sweat will look like glitter. "I don't care." He hisses, picking his book again.

You roll your eyes.

"Alright. Sure. But you'll be the one cleaning the bloody sheets after." You mutter under your breath, crossing your hands. You're not sure what's more frustrating - the way your stomach is trying to eat itself or having to appease a narcissistic maniac with too much power and free time through it. Somewhere in the part of your brain still capable of rational thought you realize you should be provided with basic hygiene products just like all the other female prisoners. What makes you different, you guess, is the fact that you're kept under lock and key almost extensively. Solitary confinement 24 hours a day, except for Darcy.

He brings you food. He helps you bathe - if you've been good enough. He's the only one who knows if you're dead or alive. Hell, he may be the only one who even cares.

"I'm sure cleaning up your mess will be quite exciting." The blonde cracks a tiny, self evident smile only he knows the meaning of - and you would have frowned in disgust if you could still feel that lovely human emotion. "Admit it, you actually like the thought of me bleeding, you little freak." You scrunch your nose at him, then look back to the floor, the filth so thick it almost sticks to your slightly less dirty shoes. "Takes one to know one." Darcy responds nonchalantly, running his hand through his slick white locks.

At that moment the cramps return in full force, your lower abdomen on fire with sharp stabbing pain. You remember some fragmentary tips from your scrappy teen years - you close your eyes and breath in deeply, you bite the inside of your cheek - you even pray to whoever is listening, but it just won't stop. So you bargain.

"You can have it." You say with difficulty, folded in half. Hot tears prick your eyes and you try to fight them, but soon give into the agony. It's such a relief to cry after months of resilience - to break down completely and let your most vulnerable self out.

The warden takes a single steps towards the bars and motions for you to move closer. You crawl to him, your hand supporting your lower belly in the process. He takes a good look at you and slowly, almost gently caresses your face through the metal - eyes suddenly softened by the image of you dancing in the palm of his hand.

If it was anyone else he'd be simply repulsed by this clear display of weakness. If it was another prisoner, another hardened criminal, he'd have no problem following his own principles of zero tolerance - of crushing and breaking their spirit until nothing was left. But it was you and your beatiful, stipid tears that mesmerized him to no end, that haunted his dreams and turned his bloodlust into something a lot more sinister. Something harder to capture, harder to fight - and easier to give into.

"You can have it." You repeated tearfully, rubbing at your soft wet eyelids - completely still. Scared of your own flesh and its betrayal. "My mind, my body, anything. Just please give me some pills. I can't take it." You whimper pitifully, shaking under his watchful eyes. He's holding onto your cheek, but you feel like he's got you in a suffocating embrace. And then just when you're about to kneel down, he unlocks the door to your cell.

"I've been taking your brain apart for months now." Darcy whispers softly, taking off one of his gloves and letting it drop to the floor. He takes another step towards your cowering form. "Your body, on the other hand, is a white canvas." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze - and the pain fades away instantly, replaced by raw, intense fear. "I wonder what your insides look like. Surely, they're beatiful."

You feel his lips on your neck, followed by the tip of a knife - a butterfly kiss.

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[testoster0ne]

cooper

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The Bounty Hunter of Nalgaria

“So how is that whole macho-no-woman-will-ever-take-me-alive-I-will-make-her-my-sobbing-sex-slave thing working out for you down there?” asked Penelope, Bounty Hunter of Nalgaria while Zod the Highwayman grunted in discomfort as the young woman bound the defeated bandit.

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[igiveupmiss3]

School Monitor apprehends a student who had played truant and handcuffs him before taking him to see the Principal.

What is particularly unbearable for the young man being publicly humiliated in this way is that the girl doing the apprehending is one of his own classmates!

Source: A College reconstruction video, formerly available on YouTube but now taken down.

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[flymeandtiememaam2]

Instagram Cuffed Humiliation

“I’m sorry, my friend,” grinned Sujata, “but my friends will never believe that I captured an armed hijacker single-handedly - so, if you don’t mind - once more for Instagram! And do try to raise a smile, you grumpy thing!”

Sources: IndiaPicture and Alamy Stock Photos

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[cybertied]

robin bound and gagged with a batgag

ai generated image

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[leighbaylee]

🤎 ₊˚⊹ — give you the world

parring ➵ harry potter x m!reader

summary ➵ enjoying the honeymoon phase in hogsmede.

warnings ➵ n/a

age of parring ➵ 14 - 15

extra ➵ teenage boys grappling the concept of love. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

harry knew from the moment he woke up that he was going to have a wonderful day. the both of you came up with a plan to have him sneak into hogsmede and have a first date as the both of you officially have the boyfriends title.

as much as harry enjoyed your company, he was nervous to say the least. he thought on how he was gonna have to follow you like a lost puppy as you show him all the best places to visit at hogsmede.

in appropriate winter attire, hidden by his late father’s invisibility cloak, he began to walk. fiddling with his fingers, he did not notice the weasley twins, fred and george, snickering at his obliviousness.

he was making foot prints on the heavy layer of snow, it was like he wanted to get caught.

as soon was the twins finished building their cute snowman, the lunged at harry, dragging him through the snow.

❝ guys leave me alone! ❞ harry cried out.

❝ clever harry. ❞ replied fred, followed along by ❝ but not clever enough. ❞ from george.

❝ besides, we’ve got a better way. ❞

❝ guys cmon, im trying to get to hogsmede! i-i have a date! ❞

❝ we know! with y/n, oh we mean your boyfriend eh? ❞ the twins said simultaneously.

❝ don’t worry, we’ll get you there. ❞

❝ we’ll show you a quicker way. ❞

❝ if you pipe down. ❞

❝ let me go, cmon guys! ❞

❝ now harry, come and join the big boys! ❞

after escaping fred and george with the marauder’s map in his possession, he came out of the recommended one - eyed witch passageway, he found himself in honeyduke’s cellar.

he looked around, checking if the coast was clear, he lifted a tile slightly so only his green orbs could absorb his surroundings.

he lifted himself off the ground, tip toes to stairs that lead up to honeyduke’s. he quickly covered himself with the invisibility cloak as he stepped up, knocking a box of clutter in the process.

harry couldn’t believe his eyes. there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent - looking sweets imaginable. creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey - coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of ‘every flavour beans’, and another of ‘fizzing whizzbees’, the levitating sherbet balls that ron had mentioned before.

you stood standby, although you and your boyfriend came up with the invisibility cloak hogsmede break in, you never planned where to meet. so made use of your trip to honeydukes to buy yourself some sugar quills.

you dropped some sliver sickles and one galleon on the counter and made your way to the door, only to be pulled by a unknown force, you smiled to yourself knowing it was harry.

it was your turn to drag him, a ❝ oomph! ❞ escaping his lips. coming to a secluded area, harry snatched the cloak off him and reached out, wrapping his arms around your neck.

❝ hey there harry. ❞ you said to him lovingly, wrapping your arms around his waist, with your neck resting on his shoulder.

it hurt your back a bit since the height difference between you and harry was noticeable, regardless of hitting puberty it was like he stunted in growth.

we aren’t gonna tell him though.

you let go and stunned harry by resting your hands on his sides giving them a hard grip.

❝ i’m glad you made it love. ❞ you pecked his check adoringly.

❝ i-im sorry if i took to long, fred and george- ❞

❝ don’t worry about it harry, what matters is that you are here now right? ❞ harry nodded in response.

❝ ready for our honeymoon? ❞ you asked him teasingly and he felt heat rising in cheeks and you intertwined your hand with his.

the both of you made it inside the popular pub, the three broomsticks, choosing a secluded area for the both of you, perhaps to snog comfortably, perhaps not.

you ordered two butter beers with extra cream on yours. you pulled out a sugar quill and handed it to harry

❝ thank you y/n. ❞ harry said softly, ripping into it right away.

❝ my pleasure harry. ❞ you cupped his face and kissed his forehead making his eyes flutter.

the both of you talked about how the term was going with dementors on the loose and his passion for quidditch.

how mesmerizing it was to see, practically the love of your life, ramble about quidditch, expressing his love for it using dramatic hand movements.

you caught him off guard by reaching out for his hand and placing it on your lips.

❝ w-what are you doing? ❞ he yelped out, not even bothering to smack his hand off you.

you kissed each knuckle, smiling against his palm.

❝ you’re so beautiful harry, im such a lucky boyfriend. ❞ you expressed your content in spending time with him alone

he giggled as you let go of his, now pampered, hand. he took a large chug of his last bit of butter beer before putting the glass down.

❝ i could say the same y/n, i mean your so handsome.. ❞ he whispered locking his emerald eyes in contact with yours.

you chuckled. ❝ i know! ❞ you then stood up grabbing your things as he did the same.

❝ oh shit harry, wait! ❞ you gasped quietly.

❝ h-huh, what’s wrong, do i have something on my face? ❞ he looked away embarrassed noticing the sticky feeling of butter on his lips.

you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you and without hesitation you leaned down and kissed him.

harry’s eyes widened as you did so, this was your first kiss, on the lips at that.

he noticed you looked so.. so nonchalant.

you eyes closed, breathing in deeply. he doesn’t know it but, inside you where screaming internally.

harry responded by shutting his eyes and kissing back. which surprised you to say the least.

you let go first, readjusting his glasses for him.

❝ i love you harry. ❞ you whispered in his ear.

before he could respond you walked by him and turned back, pointed to the exit of the pub signaling to leave.

he stood there in a trance, not blinking once. before he could say it back, you had been already opening the door, holding it waiting for him to go though.

❝ w-wait y/n ! ❞

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

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