In the world of cruel Mistresses, I'm sure you've experienced some measure of meanness, an iota of cruelty, a speck of sadism, but I bet you haven't plumbed the depths of your own personal Hell yet. That's why I'm here.
Sadism is the derivation of pleasure as a result of inflicting pain or watching pain inflicted on others. Thus says Wikipedia, not to mention most standard dictionaries. Most sadists have learned to hide their sadistic tendencies, to cloak their smiles in socially appropriate exclamations of shock and horror at other people's pain. I know I learned to do exactly that.
But hiding who you are, or what you are, leads to personal dissatisfaction and unhappiness. And at the heart of it all, we're all narcissists, we all want to be happy, to express ourselves and enjoy life. For me, inflicting the greatest of psychological tortures upon you makes me unutterably happy. I love listening to you whimper, your moans are delightful, and knowing that you're suffering for me? Fucking orgasmic.
You're going to be my greatest masterpiece. I'm going to break you into a thousand tiny pieces and then reform you. Like clay, you must be fired in the kiln to achieve perfection. And like clay, you must first be softened, molded, scraped, carved, and shaped into a pleasing form. I won't lie to you: it may hurt. I rather hope it does, in fact, because the things that you have suffered for, you value more.
And you will value it when I stroke your hair back from your sweaty forehead, tip your chin up, and tell you "Well done, slave."
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…