#defeated male

[wrestlingarsenal]

[adgp35]

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.

[pulpman2]

Ambidextrous

Sergeant Anna Harrison was working late, dutifully sorting out the sackloads of War Bonds she needed to ready for depositing with the bank the following morning. The attractive red haired WAC, the poster girl for the Feed Our Guns campaign was pleased with how successful the last month had been in persuading patriotic citizens to help fund the war effort in the Pacific. “There must be nearly $20,000 worth of Bonds here,” Anna said aloud proudly, despite being alone in the depository, “not a bad four weeks’ work - almost worth getting those corns for!” She smiled to herself and picked up the last of the bags when suddenly she was aware of a looming male shape at the reception grill. “I’m sorry, sir,” the female soldier said automatically, “we are closed now. You can buy some Bonds tomorrow though. Uncle Sam will really appreciate it.” Her eyes widened however when the barrel of a handgun poked through the opening of the grill. “I’ll just cash them all in now, sergeant!” the man on the other side growled. “Now open the door and pass the sacks through!”

Dry mouthed, Anna pulled the draw strings of the bag she was holding tight. I’m being robbed, she thought rather obviously. The young woman slowly hoisted the sack onto the counter. She could see the man on the other side of the grill now - a disreputable looking character, she noted, in a scruffy tan suit. Anna said nothing but did not move towards either the door or the other sacks. Instead she looked at the man, seemingly bemused. “You dumb dame!” the man fumed, “either open the door or pile up the sacks! Jeez, I hate broads in uniform!” Anna went towards the sack on the counter, as if to start collecting the bags together, but then she suddenly seized the man’s arm hard, grabbing his wrist with both hands and slamming it sharply three times in succession on the counter. “Arrgh!” yelled the would be robber and his gun fell from his wounded grasp. The svelte sergeant scooped up the weapon in one easy movement and trained it on the man who glared back at her, rubbing his bruised wrist. “Don’t move, creep.” she ordered him. “This broad in uniform knows how to use this gun, so don’t even think of making a run for it!” The man glowered at her. “Take it easy, ma’am, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he growled sullenly. Anna motioned her prisoner to sit down and then picked up the phone with her right hand after deftly transferring the gun to her left. "Make yourself comfortable, honey, you'll be in a cell before midnight!" The man continued to gaze back at the WAC, his eyes blazing with humiliation. Anna kept the gun trained on him with her left hand. “And don’t get any ideas, jackass,” she told him quietly, “I’m ambidextrous.”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to 10-Story Detective magazine (September 1942). The magazine did indeed feature ten private eye/crime stories, none of which however bear any relation to the fascinating cover illustration!

[mwbergr6]

Akela vs Duncan

[eepy-cookies]

DIDN'T THINK???? What have your recent post be about? EXACTLY, BLACK SAPPHIRE AND MALE Y/N!!!

LIVE LOVE LAUGH THOSE TWO GAYS YAAAAAH!!!! /silly /nsrs

You ask for it.

[lotus-pear]

the fine people of bsd tumblr have asked for fem skk and i shall give it to them

[wicked-women-mother-in-law]

[wrestlingarsenal]

More nasty strangling on the bottom rope. The jobber is such a hot guy. My young self never understood why anybody would want to harm such a good-looking guy. My urge was to cuddle with him, not choke and stomp on him.

[montellacen]

reminder that if you peddle your "all men suck and deserve to die" bullshit, men will just continue to go against you. are you fucking stupid or something? you can be cautious, that's fine, that's fair enough, but fully going out and being all like "all men are horrible abusers! they all deserve pain!" is gonna make the misogyny worse. reflect on yourselves and maybe develop some logic?

[wrestlingarsenal]

[submission4]

VeVe Wins Again

“Not so keen on my pantyhose now eh, sweetheart?” said VeVe, smiling happily as she pressed her nyloned foot into her bound and defeated captive’s neck.

“Errrkh…” he replied.

Source: DoomMaidens.com

[adgp35]

Girl Power

“Easy now, easy, my friend. Just stop struggling, stop crying and accept you are beaten…”

“(Sob, sob, sob…)”

Source: Girl Power Chapitre 49 video

[pulpman2]

Keeping Ahead of Fashion

Sylvie and Geoff leapt on the two unsuspecting Whermacht guards. Both Germans were quick however: one managed to unholster his Luger and get off a shot before the downed American flier’s fist crunched into his jaw, felling him. Slyvie’s victim actually pulled out a grenade as the fierce female French resistance fighter attacked him. The girl had learned to hustle, gamble and to fight in the back streets of Marseille and despite her opponent grabbing a fistful of her dyed blonde hair, Slyvie was able to seize the wrist of the soldier’s grenade hand while plunging the sharpened nails of her other hand into his eyes. The man screamed in agony and dropped the grenade, pin still intact, and tumbled to the ground with Sylvie atop him, punching and slapping his face. Soon both Germans lay bloodied and still, Geoff examining the Luger while Sylvie, breathing hard, sat in triumph astride her stricken foe.

“Let’s tie them up and gag them.” Geoff suggested. “That shot may have aroused further Kraut attention.” Sylvie nodded and stood to tear strips of material from her skirt. She smiled coquettishly as she handed the American some of the cloth. “I hear hemlines will soon be shorter.” she winked. “I may as well get ahead of fashion!” Then she turned to the prone and groaning German. “Count yourself lucky you will only be bound, my friend. Now open wide.” Then Sylvie knelt next to the captive, a bunched wad of material in her elegant, but deadly, hand.

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to Man’s Epic magazine, Vol 8, #1 (January 1970)

[iatnen]

Uhhhh ummmmmm I still hate him

🔞 - poipiku

[wrestlingarsenal]

Gotta love the old Iron Claw! Can some modern wrestler please resurrect this vintage Sleeper variation?

And how great to see David beaten by his father's own patented hold! What shame and humiliation for the favored son to be publicly humiliated and slowly put away by this masked freak! When pro wrestling was an endlessly erotic mind-fuck.

[chachacharlieco]

"YOU LIKE CARDS, DON'T YOU?"