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Is it the idea of captivity that arouses you, or the experience? Either way, you and I can both enjoy your captivity fetish.

"Enjoy" is a subjective word of course, but back to My initial question, via the introduction of another that I anticipate you may be asking as you read this:

"How do I know?"

How do you know which way you want to explore your captivity fetish?

Let's use the movie Misery as a test case. Hear Me out.

You've seen it, right?

True or false: you were as frightened, repulsed and intrigued as anyone while watching . . . but part of you was also a little bit aroused.

The abduction, helplessness, dependency, and maybe even the pain of the Paul Sheldon character may well have been as appalling to you as to the rest of the viewing public. But if you're honest with yourself, wasn't there an intrusive thought or two, while you watched, of a sexual variety? Maybe even of a kinky nature? If it wasn't the predicament of Paul Sheldon, perhaps it was the strength, ruthlessness, dark desire and unchained madness of Annie Wilkes?

In any case, if I'm right, you and I have something in common.

Let's indulge O/ur taste for the Captivity fetish with a delicious male captive/female captor roleplay or storytelling. There are so many scenarios W/e could explore.

Maybe you've given Me some cause, maybe none at all, to want to seduce you, possess you, subdue you and secure you. Maybe I'll proceed to interrogate you, break you, and get you to do or say whatever I want.

But maybe there's nothing you can tell Me or give Me to escape your predicament, because what I want, is to inflict sweet torment or erotic pain on you. For no other reason than that I enjoy it.

In either case, who knows how long your captivity will last?

Still reading?


The other option is the sights (or deprivation of sight), sounds, and sensations of real-time play. I may be at a distance, but if real-time captivity is what you desire, there are ways. I don't mean ways of making you talk (though there are), but ways of making you feel.

Feel a loss of control. Feel restrained. Feel teased beyond endurance. Feel torment that makes you squeal. Feel humiliated. Feel exhilarated. Feel like captured prey.

The catch is, you have to be willing to plan a little. Or alot.

You also may have to make some purchases. Some items amenable to self-bondage. Some . . . toys.

Important (but negotiable) will be your willingness to be seen on camera (you can wear a mask). Dependent on My voice to guide you and My whim to decide the conditions of your release. All while I enjoy the spectacle of your captivity, and you enjoy it, too.


Well now. How do you feel?

A little uncomfortable? Like a bug on a pin? Aroused and don't know why? Frightened but intrigued? Confused by how you got here and why you stayed to read all of the above?

It's okay. No one is holding you (yet). At least not physically.

You can always simply exit the page and move on with your erotic adventures elsewhere.

But if you find it hard to do that, or find yourself coming back here again and again and you don't know why, perhaps you should give the questions at the beginning of this essay some further thought.

Then, perhaps, you should get in touch and tell Me which kind of captive you want to be.

Then dial the phone number . . .

And be that captive. To Me.





Captivity Hell Capture and Keep and Interrogation Phone Sex (800) 601-6975



Hunting/Being Captured

by Ms. Ryan of


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.


Being Captured: There is No Escaping My Captivity


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.


Captivity Mistress’s Pet


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…