Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Long Run to captivity

The running had done me no good. I was going to be caught by the two women who were chasing me. It was only a matter of how much longer it would be.

It all started with me finding the satchel with money in it lying in the stable. Apparently one of the women currently in hot pursuit of me needed to pay cash for a horse she was acquiring, and thinking I was alone, I had reached into the satchel and taken one of the wrapped stacks of bills.

A female cry sent me running, and a glance over my shoulder as I ran across an open field told me I had two female pursuers. The field was very wide and long and open, nowhere to hide, and I was running out of steam. The ladies were about half my age and in much better shape.

I stopped suddenly, and the two of them slowed to a walk, moving toward me angrily, rope at the ready.

"Let's be reasonable," I said. "How about I just give you the money?"

"Around here we don't take kindly to thieves," the woman closest to me answered. "Just surrender and we'll rope you up and decide what to do next."

I was beat. I couldn't run or resist. I fell to my knees and put my hands on my head, and the women closed around me and pulled my hands behind my back. One tied my wrists while the other wrapped her rope around my torso, pinning my arms against my sides while my wrists were tied behind my back. I was helpless.

"It's a long walk back," the woman in front of me said. "And we're going to make this as embarrassing for you as possible. I have half a mind to drape you over my horse when we get back, ride you through town all trussed up and hand you over right in the street to the first female officer I find."

I blushed in shame as the ropes were drawn tight around me. I had run for nothing, only prolonging my brief freedom, and now the two women had captured me, and now that I was tied up, they could do literally whatever they wanted to me.

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Assertive Young Ladies #93

What's the longest you've kept one of your boys tied to the bed?

I love this question. You boys always want the “longest” stats. I’m sorry I don’t have an actual absolute number for you but I very much enjoy leaving men trussed up and tucked away somewhere cozy for long enough that I completely forget about them. When my phone reminder chimes and I realize it’s been two or three or four hours (depending on the type of bondage) I get a little tingly feeling all over. I adore the sensation of remembering I have a guy waiting somewhere for me, counting the seconds, thinking only of me and when I will return to free him while I can barely remember he exists.

Let me tell you one of my guilty pleasures. Take a guy who has been locked in chastity long enough to make him nice and desperate. Dripping. Take some strong hemp rope and truss his legs and one arm to the corners of the bed. With the second arm, tie it so that he can reach his penis but not his face. Remind him that he does not have permission to touch his cock and even the slightest brush will lead to months and months of chastity as punishment. Put earbuds in is hears playing white noise. Take a thick, black bolt of fabric and wrap his face so he has no chance of peeking. Now, the fun part. Remove the chastity cage…and walk away.

I can come and go as I please, doing my thing. Talking on the phone, writing, visiting with friends. As the hours tick by I love watching his fingers inch closer and closer to his cock knowing how frustrating it must be to have no barrier to touching. Knowing that he has no idea if I am watching or not. Knowing that he doesn’t dare cheat and touch his cock but also knowing that every second he is weighing his odds of being caught. Knowing that he won’t touch. Watching the precum slide out and down his cock. Knowing that if I were to let him speak he would beg me to lock him back up and remove the temptation that grows and grows with every second.

I wonder, how many hours could you last?