#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.

[mwbergr6]

Akela vs Duncan

[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!

[lotus-pear]

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

[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.

[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]

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.

[wicked-women-mother-in-law]

[wrestlingarsenal]

Yeah, that's the ticket.

[submission4]

Lights Out!

Jerome tried to rise groggily from his knees to his feet. His eyes were blurred and he ached all over from the punishment he had received, but the security man’s hearing was still functioning ok. He was aware that the leather-skirted vixen who had inflicted such damage on his body and ego was now positioning herself, ballerina style, for the coup-de-grace.

“Lights out, sweetheart!” Jerome heard clearly from his softly laughing female adversary as she pulled back a shapely and sexily booted leg…

Source: KickAssKandy.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

[iatnen]

Uhhhh ummmmmm I still hate him

🔞 - poipiku

[chachacharlieco]

"YOU LIKE CARDS, DON'T YOU?"

[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.

[shallowseeker]

The best twist would've been Cas getting taken to Eve in Purgatory... because Eve wanted an alliance with him.

EVE: Well, so much for your plan B. (to Cas) And you, wondering why so flaccid? I'm older than you, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I'm around, consider yourself unplugged. (to Sam & Dean) Work for me. It's a good deal. Bonus, I won't kill your friends.

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15x09 via @spnscripthunt-inactive

Also love the idea of Eve teaching them how to trap angels.