Definitely check out this man's blogs for more like this. Great work of imagination here, and I've always loved Amazon capture and enslavement stories.

All Praise to the Amazons!

In the aftermath of their crushing defeat in the pass of Aegeus’ Springs, the surviving Spartans were disarmed and tied up by the victorious Amazons. The beaten male warriors hung their heads in shame as they were taken prisoner by the fierce Scythian warrior women, their humiliation made all the more more acute by the contemptuous female words: “Woe to the vanquished! All praise to the Amazons!”

As Medea affixed a rope around the neck of the bound and kneeling battalion commander, Ganymede, so he could be tied in a line with the other captives, she whispered triumphantly in his ear: “A life of slavery awaits you and your comrades, O would-be conqueror, obeying the whims of women!”

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Captured so close to freedom! One of my favorite scenarios!

The Surrender

“That’s what I like to see,” smiled the beautiful and statuesque Emily Pike, private detective, sometime British secret service agent and all-around aristocratic kick-ass, “two men showing me due deference.” Ms Pike strode confidently towards Jimmy and me, magnificent in her clicking heels, sheer pantyhose, above-her-knee chequered sheath dress, short leather jacket and her sculpted fair Anglo hair shining in the morning sun. In her hands swung two pairs of handcuffs.

The despondent Jimmy and I had fallen to our knees, hands miserably clasped behind our heads in the time-honoured gesture of unconditional surrender. We were disheveled and exhausted, but the sudden appearance of the glamorous spook in front of us, just feet away from the Russian embassy where we had been promised refuge, sucked the final remnants of defiance from us. We said nothing in reply to the woman’s contemptuous observation. She was almost upon us when she added: “Slowly remove your hands from your heads and place them behind your backs, gentlemen.” in a haughty tone that brooked no argument. We didn’t look up but did as this terrifying upper class detective ordered. We knelt abjectly, hands behind our backs as Ms Pike sauntered around us, affording us a brief glimpse of her superlative nyloned legs, in order to secure us, while the Russian embassy guards looked on in fascination…

Source: Pinterest

Love this - a look inside how it feels to receive such trash talk from a woman who has captured you. Excellent work my friend.

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

Love it! Caught snooping and taken captive in the most humiliating way!

The School Inspector

“This is your own fault, Mr Owen,” Jemima, the St Trinian’s Head Girl tutted, as she tightened the gagged, blindfolded and naked school inspector’s bonds, making them as uncomfortable as she could, “you just had to come back at night to investigate our little gambling operation, didn’t you?”

The gasping man, mmmmphing beneath the cloth gag that Jemima had tied so expertly over his mouth after catching the curious rookie inspector creeping around the the school cellar and intimidating him into surrender, could now barely move as the terrifying Head Girl made sure there would be no second escape attempt. “Toodle pip!” the 18 year old statuesque blonde told the captive cheerily after she had finished. “I have to supervise the movement of all incriminating equipment to a new location thanks to you. Don’t go anywhere now!”

Excellent colour bondage illustration by Harold inspired I think by the Pinewood movie The Pure Hell of St Trinian’s (1960)

WOW! Bondage, escape, recapture - this has everything!

The Rookie

It was Hermoine’s first time guarding one of the gang’s kidnap victims. When the banker had been dropped off with her the rookie guard had personally retied the captive’s hands behind his back as opposed to his front as the boys had bound him (“After all, I’m a woman and you’re a man and we are going to be alone together,” she had explained to him as he gazed at her reproachfully). And she had gagged him to avoid any risk of him persuading her to let him go (Hermione had seen those movies). The woman’s only concession was that she had left him on her sofa watching TV while she went to take five in her bedroom upstairs. A noise from the front door woke the young woman with a start and she hurried down the stairs and to find her charge hopelessly straining at the locked door, his hands free and the gag pulled down round his neck.

Hermione launched herself at him then, clasping her hand over his mouth so he couldn’t call for help and toppling the man to the ground. “You can tell you’re a banker!” the woman laughed breathlessly as she easily pinned his wrists to the carpeted floor and sat astride him. “Going somewhere?” she mocked, looking into the prisoner’s frightened face. “I give up, miss,” he replied miserably. The relieved Hermione hauled the man to his feet and pulled his arms behind his back. “Don’t move!” she ordered and hurried into the front room, retrieving the rope and scarves from the sofa he had wriggled loose from. She returned to her unhappy captive who continued to stand where she had left him, hands still obediently in place behind his back. Hermione quickly got to work very tightly re-tying the kidnap victim’s wrists together once more. “Do you have to do this, ma’am?” the banker implored, looking over his shoulder as she bound him. “Yup.” she replied shortly. “And that gag is going back in, and you get no more TV, and you get tied to a chair. Ok?”

Her prisoner nodded sadly. “Good!” Hermione retorted and pushed him towards the kitchen after re-gagging him. “And no mention of this little episode to the boys, all right?”

Source unknown. I think it was posted by RoperMike on his Guys In Trouble website, but I can’t locate it.

If only she took her shoes off first! Anyway, check out this man's blogs for more like this!

Passenger Transfer

“Oh, great, you’re a cop!” exclaimed agitated stewardess Rowena Jason, as she hustled an angry looking male passenger down the aisle, his hands cuffed behind his back, when she spotted police officer Daisy Lennox as she relaxed in her seat on the domestic flight. Daisy looked up in some surprise as the hassled female flight attendant struggled to restrain her prisoner who was actively trying to escape Rowena’s grip, despite being bound. “You couldn’t take this asshole off my hands for a while could you, officer?” the stewardess appealed desperately. “It’s going crazy in Economy and I really need to get back to help out.”

The policewoman gazed into the sullen passenger’s eyes. “Sure,” she replied simply, “let’s get him onto the floor and I can use my cuffs to put him in a hogtie.” Despite his protests and writhing, the cuffed unruly passenger was no match for the two strong woman and he was soon lying face down at Daisy’s feet, his wrists ignominiously cuffed to his ankles. “You’re a life safer!” beamed Rowena in gratitude. Daisy smiled back at the stewardess. “That’s ok, ma’am,” she replied, “I needed a footstool anyway!”

My interpretation of the story behind another intriguing piece of femdom art by the brilliant digital artist ira9085. He posts on Deviant Art, although sadly, not for some time.

Wow, such confident trash-talking. Check out this man's blogs for more like this!

Uncomfortable Stay

“I’m glad to see you’re still here, sir!” mocked Sister Yvonne Walker as she unlocked the door of the ward office, on which she had ironically placed an Interviews In Progress Do Not Enter sign, in order to look in on the ward thief she had captured. First time burglar Darren, who had surrendered to Yvonne almost as soon as she had flicked on the light of the office and then embarrassingly wet himself while the nurse tied him up and gagged him, gazed miserably at his sarcastic female captor over the strip of tape she had pressed firmly over his mouth. “Mmph?” he responded feebly. “I just wanted you to know the police will be here any minute!” the navy-uniformed charge nurse beamed. “I do hope you’ve not been too uncomfortable during your stay at St Clare’s.”

Sources: retrorope and Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr

Long Run to captivity

The running had done me no good. I was going to be caught by the two women who were chasing me. It was only a matter of how much longer it would be.

It all started with me finding the satchel with money in it lying in the stable. Apparently one of the women currently in hot pursuit of me needed to pay cash for a horse she was acquiring, and thinking I was alone, I had reached into the satchel and taken one of the wrapped stacks of bills.

A female cry sent me running, and a glance over my shoulder as I ran across an open field told me I had two female pursuers. The field was very wide and long and open, nowhere to hide, and I was running out of steam. The ladies were about half my age and in much better shape.

I stopped suddenly, and the two of them slowed to a walk, moving toward me angrily, rope at the ready.

"Let's be reasonable," I said. "How about I just give you the money?"

"Around here we don't take kindly to thieves," the woman closest to me answered. "Just surrender and we'll rope you up and decide what to do next."

I was beat. I couldn't run or resist. I fell to my knees and put my hands on my head, and the women closed around me and pulled my hands behind my back. One tied my wrists while the other wrapped her rope around my torso, pinning my arms against my sides while my wrists were tied behind my back. I was helpless.

"It's a long walk back," the woman in front of me said. "And we're going to make this as embarrassing for you as possible. I have half a mind to drape you over my horse when we get back, ride you through town all trussed up and hand you over right in the street to the first female officer I find."

I blushed in shame as the ropes were drawn tight around me. I had run for nothing, only prolonging my brief freedom, and now the two women had captured me, and now that I was tied up, they could do literally whatever they wanted to me.

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Again, that's a flight I want to take!

Respectable?

“Why is it that you respectable-looking businessmen are always the ones that get hopelessly drunk and start treating female flight attendants like we are your playthings or long haul perks?” stewardess Linda Davies asked shamed Club Class passenger Damien as she led him to the rear of the plane in handcuffs - where he would spend the rest of the flight until his arrest when the plane landed.

“Think it over.” she told the miserable looking man after tightly strapping him into a crew seat before she left him, her hips swinging and the unmistakable sound of nylon swishing on nylon as she walked contemptuously away.

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All he was doing was showing up for work and ended up bound! I wouldn't mind that happening to me at work!

Payback

“I tried to warn you, Carl!” Nurse Amanda Parker told the hapless clerk as she gripped the frightened man by the hair, holding his head still with her left hand so that she could roll the medical tape she held over his mouth with her right, after having tightly bound Carl’s hands behind his back. “I tried to persuade you to call in sick tonight!” The clerk gazed up at the beautiful brunette, eyes wide, silently appealing to the terrifying nurse not to hurt him. Once he was securely gagged, the white-uniformed woman walked around the chair to which her prisoner was tied, in order to survey him.

“You won’t be hurt,” Amanda assured the captive, “so long as you keep quiet, don’t move and let my friends get what they came for.” Despite his terror, Carl was aware of sounds of ransacking coming from the clinic room and office next door as Amanda’s “friends” presumably plundered the drugs and computers from the practice. Amanda smirked and answered another of the bound Carl’s unanswered question. “Do you know how much a Practice Nurse earns?” she asked him rhetorically. “Less than half you do and a quarter of Dr Lewis’ take home!” Carl’s expression was one of disappointment now as much as fear. “Oh shut up!” the nurse told the gagged man a little illogically. “It’s time for payback!”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to Blood In Your Eye by Robert Patrick Wilmot (January 1953).

WOW! 10 minutes and then a surrender! And now, of course, she'll have to gag him for cursing at her!

Sister Angela Hargreaves then bundled the disconsolate would-be thief into the ward office where the nurse quickly seized a roll of bandage from the desk and used several strips to tie the man’s hands behind his back.

“Now, my lad!” the senior night nurse exclaimed, pushing the sullen and bound youth into a chair. “Care to explain just what you are up to?”

“Go to hell, witch!” Angela’s prisoner responded with a mixture of bitterness and defiance.

Battle trophy

My army had been routed by the all-female warriors, and it was our own fault for our overconfidence. As the battle lines broke, I called for a retreat and took off myself, as the man next to me was tackled and quickly bound by female soldiers. My horse had run off, panicked by the chaos, and I was nearly at the tree line when suddenly my path was blocked by a beautiful young member of the opposing force.

"Planning to leave, Commander?" she asked, her sword still sheathed but her stance ready. "I think your presence is required here. After all, you should share the fate of your men."

My shoulders fell. It was all over - the dreams of conquest and dominance vanished before my eyes, trampled beneath the feet of the all-female army who had vanquished and was now capturing us. I dropped my head and she moved behind me quickly, disarming me of my sword and pulling my hands behind my back. She tied me up tightly with leather cord, checking the bonds.

"You are taken prisoner," she told me. "And I know my Queen is waiting to see you."

She put me on my knees and I was forced to remain there as the rest of my army was captured and bound. It was all my fault - these men had lost their freedom because of my incompetent command, and now we were all captives of these women.

My beautiful captor marched me to her horse, and I was thrown across the saddle in front of where she'd sit. "The Queen will want to see him immediately," she announced. "Rope the others together and march them to the city. Strip them naked."

The horse moved, and the woman held me in place during the long ride. Finally, we arrived, and she took me off the horse and walked me into an ornate palace, stopping just outside of a pair of golden doors. She drew a knife.

"No male sees our Queen in his clothing," she told me. I stood still, tightly tied up, as she cut off my clothing, leaving me naked in the corridor as other women closed around us. I bowed my head in utter shame, never dreaming defeat in battle could lead to such humiliation.

"Now you're ready to be seen by Her Majesty," the warrior told me, taking hold of me and marching me through the doors and placing me on my knees at the feet of the young Queen.

"Here's their commander, my Queen," the warrior said. "He's captured and stripped naked for your viewing."

I kept my head and eyes down, but heard a female voice command me.

"Gaze upon your new Queen, prisoner," she told me.

I looked up into her face, her expression showing satisfaction at my plight.

"You have foolishly engaged us in battle," she told me. "It will be the last thing you ever do as a free man. From this moment, you are my personal slave, and your men will be imprisoned and sold to members of my army and Court. The life you knew is over."

I dropped my head in shame, and realized she was right - I was nothing but a spoil of battle, a trophy for her to possess and control, a slave captured and bound before her.

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Captured by Amazons! One of my very first types of female dominance fantasies!

The Lost Tribe

“Diana! Help me! Quickly!” Anticleia called out urgently as she pushed the male intruder up against the trunk of a tree. “I have caught a spy! Help me to bind him, my sister.” Tony struggled in the Amazon’s merciless grip. “Please, ma’am,” he begged, “I’m lost! I’m looking for food and water and directions out of this forest! I mean no harm!” Anticleia looked at the young explorer in bemusement even as Diana came hurrying up, several strips of leather in her hand. “I can’t understand a word this savage says,” Anticleia remarked, holding Tony’s wrists firmly together behind his back, “but it matters little, sister. Tie him tight!”

Soon the women had Tony securely bound and were hustling him down a narrow path out of the clearing where he had been captured. “Your mother the Queen will be much impressed, Anticleia,” Diana said to her friend. The other woman snorted derisively. “This fool is no warrior!” she replied contemptuously. “There is no honour in making a craven weakling like him my captive!” Tony meanwhile was utterly confused. The language these terrifying women were using was barbaric and guttural, but could it really be… ancient Scythian? Had he, the most sceptical of all the men on his expedition been taken prisoner by the Tribe of the Lost Amazons? Tony’s musing was rudely disturbed but the butt of a spear roughly pressed into the small of his back. “Faster, worm!” Anticleia demanded.

Source: Tarzan and the Amazon Women, an episode from the 1990s Tarzan TV series. Posted by RoperMike on Guys In Trouble

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To Russia With Love, Part 19

“That’s enough foul language from you, you macho asshole!” retorted Kateryna as she gagged the furious Hosseini with a spare Aeroflot uniform neck scarf retrieved from her short jacket pocket. Olena did the same with her prisoner while glancing down at his fellow goon, still lying incapacitated on the floor. “This chap will need his wound binding rather than his wrists.” she observed and walked towards him, neck scarf in hand. Kateryna smiled and pushed the mmmmphing Iranian boss to the floor. “While you play angel of mercy, babe, I will secure that creep, Mr Borisov!” she laughed. But when the female agent turned round in order to tie up the gangster, she saw Borisov had vanished…

To be continued.

Captured by women and held for a female officer to pick up - that man has no idea how lucky he is!

Rant

“What is he trying to say, Amrita?” asked Sister Fiona Bennett as she looked over at the intruder she and Sister Amrita Puri had caught creeping around their ward in the small hours of the morning. “I have no idea, Fiona.” tutted the other woman, “it all sounds very foul-mouthed and disrespectful to women to me!” Fiona nodded whike she gazed at the creepy character the two nurses had bound, as he fulminated at the them through the cloth tied tightly around his mouth. “I agree.” she replied. “Sounds like a misogynistic rant to me. We’d better keep the gag in then.” “Most certainly.” nodded Amrita. “Let that nice policewoman we spoke to on the phone take charge of him.” Fiona couldn’t help but smile when their tied up prisoner’s face suddenly turned bright red. “Plccwmnn??” he raged helplessly.

Sources: Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr and retrorope

Interesting use of Star Trek imagery, great story idea and love her trash talking! Check out this man's blogs for more like this!

Deserter Captured

“Going somewhere, Ensign?” Yeoman Stephanie Yates asked rhetorically as the emerged from the roadside trees where she had been lying in wait for the disheveled and weary-looking deserter. Ensign John Parker pulled up short in surprise and stared unhappily at the red-unformed Starfleet junior officer, her phaser - thankfully set to stun he noticed - pointed right at him. “I guess not, ma’am…” the young man muttered, raising his hands disconsolately and dropping the stick he was wielding, the only form of defence he had been able to find on this oddly rural planet.

“Good.” replied Stephane with a satisfied smile. She replaced her weapon in her shoulder case. “Now you behave yourself while I get to secured, young man.” she told the sullen looking rating.

“There!” said Stephanie a little later as she pulled the ropes around her prisoner’s wrists tight, completing tying his hands securely behind his back. “That should hold you for now.” Still smiling smugly and now with a communicator in her hand, the Yeoman spoke to her captive again. “I do get such job satisfaction from capturing deserters, Ensign.” she told him. “Anything to say say in your defence before I ask Mr Scott to beam us back up?” John raised his head to stare at the sarcastic woman bitterly. “No, ma’am!” he replied stiffly.

Sources: Star Trek Cosplay by Cold Hearted Jim on Pinterest; BigStock Photos

Yes, that phrase is funny - they're humiliating you and they know it!

For His Own Protection

Somehow I doubt that - it is the easy reasoning employed by female authority figures when they want to imply they are not deliberately humiliating the men they have captured, subdued, or persuaded to surrender. Staff Nurse Emily Pritchard may be fooling herself as she ties patient John Whitmoore’s hands behind his back, but the young man is not so easily fooled!

In fact John hates Emily for publicly shaming him in the middle of the ward like this…

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