Captivity. What exactly does that mean? Does it mean figurative captivity, where you are captivated and controlled by Me because I've gotten inside your head and created such an addiction to being under My control that you cannot escape? Or does it mean literal captivity, where I've gained physical control over you and your surroundings? Perhaps, it means both!
How many times have you said how much you really enjoy a good mind fuck? One where the Mistress is so smooth and makes you feel so comfortable with Her that you spill your dirty little (sometimes-not-so-little) secrets to her before you even realize what you did? Sometimes, without ever even realizing that you did.
You see, a good Mistress realizes that what you don't say is as important- most of the time more important- than what you *do* say. We are skilled at reading between the lines and taking a deep dive into your psyche, already inching you into our captivity without you even suspecting what is happening. By the time you realize what has happened, we've already captured you. It's too late to even think of turning back at that point; in fact, turning back will be the furthest thought from your mind.
What's that you are thinking? That there is no way a petite, sexy woman can take a big, strong man like you into captivity? Hahahaha... keep right on thinking that, my dear prey, keep right on thinking that. It is exactly this mindset that allows my to so easily take physical control of you and capture you in the first place.
I may be petite, but I am far from weak, as many who have gone before you can attest. Don't let my sexy, feminine body fool you. I am strong minded and smart as well as physically strong and beyond capable of capturing the likes of you. I am a former award-winning bodybuilder, fitness competitor and triathlete, and though I no longer compete, I assure you I maintain my agility and physical strength.
What will I do with you once you are in my captivity- both mentally and physically? Hahahaha... you won't have to wonder for too long, my dear, as you shall soon discover!
Are you ready to test your willpower and strength against mine? Do you really believe you stand a chance against me in a battle of the wills or a battle of physical strength? If you do, good! That's all the more pleasure I will get from taking you into captivity! Of course, there is a chance- albeit minuscule- that you could win and that's the very thing that will compel you to take me on and allow me to effortlessly bring you down and take you to Captivy Hell!
by Ms. Ryan of www.captivityhell.com
Let’s talk about hunting and being captured.
Students of literature and film will agree when I say that the “evil hunter whose favorite prey is humans” trope is a popular one. It shows up so often that I daresay it hardly counts as a plot twist anymore when our unsuspecting protagonist falls into a sinister game of hide-and-seek with some evil landowner.
Of course, it usually ends badly for said unsuspecting protagonist. Hunters almost always have the advantage over their prey, and that tends to be the deciding factor for the poor soul who stumbled into game.
But what if I told you that there is indeed a way for such captivity games to end in a much more pleasurable manner than they normally do in films and books? When a Femdom Mistress is the one running the show, there’s no reason that things have to end tragically.
Oh, yes, I do love the idea of a manhunt. I can hardly deny that. But it’s what I do with them after I’ve found them that makes for a happy ending.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, though. The hunt itself can be rather titillating in its own right. Can you imagine being out in the middle of nowhere–in the forest, the prairie, the jungle, the swamp, the desert, wherever–cut off from civilisation and being hunted by a cunning and resourceful woman (i.e., me)? You’d probably be naked as well, but if I were feeling generous, I’d at least let you have shoes. You’d also get a head start, just for the sake of being sporting.
As you make your way through the area, trying to make the most of the head start you’ve been given, you’d naturally be worried about what was going to happen to you. You’d hope against hope that you could get away, of course, but you’d also have to be realistic as well. I have every advantage in this game; therefore, there’s not much of a chance that you’ll be able to escape my captivity.
Don’t worry too much, little quarry of mine. I’m not going to shoot you and hang you up in my trophy room or anything disturbing like that. A dominant woman like me is hardly going to toss a man who might make a good slave aside. Oh, no. If–when–I catch you, I’m going to take you back into my luxurious home, keep you in captivity, and make you into a good little pet for my amusement. You can join my harem, made up of all those who came before you and were caught in their version of this hunt.
I won’t tell you that beforehand, though. No, I’ll let your mind think up whatever horrifying scenarios it wants…partly because that, too, is amusing to me and also partly because you wouldn’t try very hard to escape me if you knew the truth. And there’s really nothing less fun than a prize won with little effort involved.
So what do you think? Would you like to be the spoils of my hunt? Welcome to captivity hell…