Cowgirl and Cowboy bound to the stake after a carnival session
We are a couple in our fifties and live some time of the year in Germany and some time in Brazil, too. We are quite wealthy and do some business in international trade agency and we do also a lot of charity projects and work also as Christian missionaries. My wife and I, we are in certain way both kind of a little submissive and bondage is a quite enriching part of our sexual life. And we also have often have fantasized how it would be if we were both overpowered by burglars during a home invasion and to be tied up and gagged in our own house or we imagined to be some wealthy safari tourists taken hostage by poachers in the African jungle and we had a lot of other bondages fantasies with both of us tied up and gagged. But we would never had thought, that the thrilling experience we went over after a carnival session on a Friday in early February were possible and could actually really happen to us.
Some friends of us had bought tickets for the most famous carnival session in Cologne and they were tied up with some other date and so the offered the tickets to us. We gladly accepted because this carnival session was the most famous with a lot of famous stars of the Cologne Carnival and it was really difficult to get tickets for this event. So the day in question we head off with our car to the Carnival Session which took place in the centre of Cologne. We were for some time hesitating which carnival costume to put on, we thought to go as police woman and police man or to put on a safari suit and go as a couple of explorers, but finally we decided to go as Cowgirl and Cowboy. Me wife was wearing a pink and blue checkered button down blouse with two butonned chest pockets and a blue knee-length denim skirt with matching light brown leather boots. She was also wearing a green bandanna around her neck and a light brown cowboy hat. I was wearing a similar outfit, blue and red checkered shirt wit buttoned chest pockets and a light blue jeans with dark brown boots. I was wearing a green bandanna and a dark brown cowboy hat, too. We decided to be a very peaceful and inoffensive Cowgirl and Cowboy and so we didn’t wear a revolver belt or any other kind of arms. When we put on our Wild West outfit we got a little aroused and remembered a certain day when were bound to some trees by some kids during a garden party. We thought that the Carnival session is a good occasion to appease some secret passions and we felt quite vulnerable or violative in our Wild West outfit and we were looking forward to enjoy a pleasant evening. Having arrived at the place of the Carnival Session we had some small talk with some other guest which we had known on some occasion and then we enjoyed the first part of the session with a lot of well known songs and funny speeches. During the break we went over to the buffet to take some drinks and suddenly we were addressed by another couple who was disguised as an Indian warrior and his squaw. The guy was in his forties and was wearing a black wig with some Indian feathers and a complete Red Indian fancy dress. As far as we could see, he had a real Tomahawk in his belt and also the knife he had in his belt seemed to be real. His wife, some years older than him, had nearly the same outfit and she, too, seemed to have a real knife in her belt. They asked us, if we did not remember them, we had known each other during a party of a common friend, and they were very glad to see us here at this occasion. We did not really remember them, but we know a lot of people and so were polite and said that it could be possible that we had met before. They made some compliments regarding our Western outfit and the guy made a quite strange remark telling me, that if in the Wild West I weren’t wearing any weapon I could have some real difficulties to defend my pretty wife against possible enemy attacks. And he grinned at me half mockingly. It was all a little strange and we felt not really comfortable in the company of this strange Red Indian couple. And then they asked us, if we could do them a favour and take them home by our car after the session. They would show us their house in Cologne-Hahnwald, which was the richest city quarter of Cologne and we could have some drinks to have a pleasant closure of the evening. Well, my wife and I, we are quite polite, so it was difficult to reject the invitation and we accepted quite reluctantly. The second part of the session was to begin and we agreed that we would meet after the end of the session at the entrance of the underground parking and that we would give them a lift home. My wife and I, we were quite uneasy with all this, this strange couple had a quite dominant and nearly menacing behaviour which made us feel very vulnerable and uncomfortable. During the second part of the Carnival Session my wife nestled very close to me several times as if seeking protection against what was going to happen to us in the next hours. I think it was kind of feminine intuition, she felt that something quite dangerous was going to happen to us.
But there was no logical reason to reject the invitation of these strange couple, we would take them home, have a short talk and a drink and we would head off home. At the end of the session we met them as agreed at the entrance of the underground parking and we head off to the motorway and took the road to Cologne-Hahnwald.
There was a little small talk during the drive, but my wife and I we were quite tensed up and not really at ease. After half on hour we had reached their house, which was a great bungalow which seemed to be very well protected against possible burglaries. The guy took out a remote control and the garage door opened and we went in. We told them that it was really late and we would prefer to leave immediately, my wife was not feeling very well. She had kind of a headache. The guy grinned at us and said there was no problem, they would give her a tablet and she would be fine again. They would show us the flat, we would have a drink and than we could head off. Also we needed to be rewarded for taking them home, so they had a little surprise for us. We were taken to a large living room and took seat at the couch. The woman went off and came back with some mineral water for us and with some Gin for herself and her husband. My wife and I we felt more and more uneasy und only wanted to head off. We tried our best to go along with the small talk, but we were really tensed up. Then my wife asked to go to the bathroom and our host went with her to show her the way.
Meanwhile I stayed with her husband in the living room and while we talked about our business and what we were doing during our leisure time. Then he took his tomahawk out of his belt. It was a real tomahawk and it seemed to be quite sharp and he told me that he had bought it as original peace in the States. Then he received a call on his mobile phone and begged pardon and went off. He came back a minute later and sat down again. Meanwhile I started wondering where my wife and our host were, it was now more then ten minutes that they had went off. The guy remarked that I became nervous and made a remark about women and their sense of time and then he told me that he had quite an idea where the women were and that he would show me. He made me walk in front of him and before he had put the tomahawk back in his belt. We crossed several rooms of the huge bungalow and then came to some stairs who led into the basement level. Again we crossed several rooms and than I heard a desperate and quite suffocated whimpering and moaning coming from the next room. As I entered the room I could hardly believe what I saw.
There stood my wife, some meters apart from me, with several loops of rope bound to a post which seemed to be an original Indian stake. She had been cleave-gagged with her own necktie and struggled and moaned desperately when she saw me enter the room, which was equipped with some drums and original Indian weapons like spears, arrows and tomahawks. Next to my wife stand our host and she had her Indian knife in her hand. The guy was behind me and ordered me to put my hands up and not to do any resistance, so nobody would be hurt. I put my hands up and was trembling in my whole body. Then I tried to regain some dignity and I told them that this was really no fun and that they should release my wife at once. The women approached one step closer to my wife and had her at knifepoint and the guy told me to shut up and that it was time for me to join my wife in captivity. Next to my wife there was on other stake and I was ordered to move to this place. I had no choice. The guy behind me had a tomahawk and a knife in his belt and my wife was at knifepoint menaced by this crazy fancy dressed Indian squaw and so I moved over to the stake and put my hands behind my back. My wrists were bound and then several loops of rope were wounded around my whole body. Then the squaw came over to me, she started fondling me for some time and then unloosened my bandanna. She put another piece of cloth deep into my mound and then used my own bandanna to cleave-gag me. I was now in the same situation as my wife, helplessly bound and gagged and at the complete mercy of our insane captors.
Those, at the same moment, proved that they were really hare-brained and started some piercing cries of victory. Than they made a maniac war dance around the stakes to which where bound and which had been placed in the centre of the quite large basement room. After maybe five minutes they stopped dancing and came over to us. They grinned both sardonically and told us that they had decided that they would capture some cowgirls and cowboys during the carnival session and when they had seen us they knew immediately that we would be the perfect victims to satisfy their wildest bondage fantasies. They were sure that they would have a lot of fun with us, they had some very naughty things in mind and surely, we would enjoy it, too. My wife and I, we struggled, moaned and whimpered desperately to show our protest. But this made things even worse. They told us, the more we struggled and moaned, the more they were turned on and we could be sure that they would us give enough reasons to whimper and struggle the whole night on. Then the guy went over to my wife and started to fondle and finger her helplessly bound soft and delicate body. I received the same treatment by our female host who groped and examined fingering my balls and my cock which had become quite hard and big due to the treatment. After a while, they stopped fondling us and went out of the room. Me wife and I, we looked at each other, we saw ourselves, tightly bound and gagged, and we struggled and moaned again in a desperate effort to get free. This was far beyond everything we had ever imagined in our wildest bondage fantasies, we were at the same time aroused and horribly scared. This all couldn’t be real, it had to be a terrible nightmare and it was really time to wake up…But this nightmare was fare away from ending. Soon our Indian captors entered the room again. The guy had a video camera and his wife had a bowl in her hands. They told us that real Indians used to torture in various ways the palefaces they had captured and that we had the honour to experience some of the torture methods and that we would start with it right now. Then the woman loosened the gag of my wife and took out the peace of cloth with which my wife had been gagged. She menaced my wife to stay quiet and not to pronounce a single word, otherwise things would become much worse. Then she put the bowl to the lips of my wife and forced her to drink some of its content. It happened that the liquid inside the bowl was a very spicy sauce. After having forced my poor wife to drink some of the spicy liquid, her female torturer put the cloth which with my wife had been gagged and soaked it thoroughly with the spicy liquid. Then she stuffed it again in my wife’s mouth and gagged her again. Then I received exactly the same treatment. We whimpered and moaned desperately through our gags, this treatment was horrible, we already had become terribly thirsty due to the spicy taste of the liquid and our gags were completely soaked with this liquid to, it was a sensation of thirst beyond everything you can imagine. Our captors grinned mockingly at us and said that they could imagine, that in due time we surely would really appreciate a gulp of water and they would think to give us one in due time. But now they had to leave. Before the left the room, they put the video camera on a tripod. So every single moment of the torture we were suffering was recorded. Then they left us alone. I don’t know how much time my wife and I spend like this, thoroughly bound to the stake and gagged with a horribly spicy peace of cloth. The thirst we were suffering was unimaginably and we struggled against desperately against our bonds. But there was no escape from the torture we were suffering. We did not no how to stand this horrible thirst and finally we started to pray. We are both Christians and we have experienced in our life that prayer helps when nothing else can help and so we prayed, I saw in the face of me wife that she did the same thing like I, she prayed and we both prayed our favourite prayer, the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, which is very powerful. We focussed on our prayer and so with the time we forgot the horrible thirst. We even tried to pardon to that crazy couple the torture they were doing to us and we prayed for them and that they had mercy on us and did not do us any harm. After I do not know how much time, our captors came back, they had a bottle of water in their hand and started to drink it with manifest delight in front of us. It was obvious that they were real sadists. They grinned once again mockingly at us and told us, that we should have some water later on, too. But before they would give us a pleasure we would never forget in our lives. They approached closely to our helplessly bound bodies and this time my wife was fondled and groped by the Indian woman whereas I was at the mercy of the crazy want to be Red Indian warrior. He first put his knife to my throat and with the other hand he touched my balls and my cock. He asked me if I liked this treatment and he told me he was sure I did. Then he opened the zipper of my jeans and the buttons of my boxershorts and fingered out my cock and started to masturbate me. He told me that I should control myself and that he wanted me to come at the same time as my wife would come. I moaned desperately into my gag and I heard that my wife was moaning and whimpering as well. Her captor was stimulating her with a lot of groping und fingering and we were forced to have a simultaneous orgasm. We actually came both at the same time, much to the satisfaction of our captors. Finally they took away our gags and gave us some water. But it seems that they’ve put some predator drops into the bottle they gave to us, because a few seconds after we had drunk we passed out. When I came back to my senses I found myself thoroughly bound and gagged on a chair in another basement room. The room was nearly empty, but there was a large television screen attached at the wall in front of me. I looked at the screen and was really horrified which what I saw there. Actually I saw my wife, yet wearing her Cowgirl-Outfit, and she was attached in spread-eagle position to a huge wood table which was attached in vertical position with some screws to the wall. Some rope had been wound in several loops around the chest and the waist of my helpless wife. Standing in her spread-eagle position, her wrists and ankles were tied with some cords to the legs of the table. But this was not the worst. Horror-struck I saw the knives and tomahawks which had been thrown at the wood table to which my helpless wife had been bound and just the moment when I came to my senses I saw another knife approaching to the helplessly bound body of my wife. It missed her only for a few centimetres and plunged deeply into the wood of the table. With a large grinning the crazy Indian approached to his helpless victim and he recollected the tomahawks and knives he had thrown in her direction. He told that he would start on other session and he would augment the distance which would be much more thrill. My wife moaned and whimpered desperately into her gage and I, helplessly tied up to a chair in the other room and forced to watch the horrible scene, did the same.
Again I saw how the tomahawks and knives were thrown with frightful speed in direction of my helpless wife and they plunged into the wood, missing her only a few centimetres. Once again the only thing I could do was to pray and I prayed like I had never prayed in my life and I begged the Lord desperately to spare my wife and to show us a way out of this horrible situation. Then the screen suddenly got black and I was scared even more and fearing the worst. After I while the women appeared and relieved me from my gag. She gave me some water and once again, there were predator drops in it and I passed out again. When I came to my senses I saw that the roles had been changed. Now I was the one who was attached in spread-eagle position to the table and for sure my wife was forced to assist my torture bound and gagged from the chair to which I had been bound before. I saw the Indian squaw who had a tomahawk in her hand and who threw it now in my direction. I saw the Tomahawk approaching to my trembling body and was tremendously relieved when it plunged into the wood a few centimetres beside me. After an eternity, my torture was over, too. I was drugged once more and some time later I came to me senses again. I know was sitting on a chair and I felt the soft and tender body of my wife attached to my body. She was sitting in a riding position on my lap. Her wrists were bound behind my back and my wrists were bound in front of her vulva. Several loops of rope were bound around our chest and waist and I don’t know how much time we had spend in this position. We were still both gagged and at least quite happy to be still alive. Finally our captors entered the room. They told us that now it was time to release us, but before doing so they would give us some instructions regarding the behaviour they expected from us in the future. They told us that it would be very wise from us to obey to their orders, otherwise we would have to bear the consequences. They told us that it would make no sense for us to go to the police, in case we did so, they would tell the police that all what happened this night had been done by mutual content and they had very good lawyers and it would be impossible to us to prove the contrary. In case of misbehaviour they also would send a video file with the events of this night to all our friends and relatives. If they should ever be molested by the police they also would call some close friends from Cologne’s criminal underworld who would not hesitate to come to see us and they would treat us in a manner which would be a lot more embarrassing than that what we had experienced in the last night. Also they could tell those criminals to do some harm to one of our close friends or relatives. They asked if we had well understood what they had told us and we nodded to show that we agreed. Then they freed us from our gags and forced us to drink some more water with predator drops. We passed out both once again. When we came to our senses again we found ourselves in our own bed wearing our pajamas. On the chair beside our bed had been put our Cowgirl and Cowboy outfits. It really seemed that all the events of the last night only had been a mere nightmare. But then we discovered the DVD on our night table. We put it in our laptop and there they were, all the horrible und disturbing events of the last night. We saw ourselves bound to these strange stakes, being fondled and molested and forced to come at the same time, finally being bound to the table with knives and tomahawks thrown in our direction. It actually all had really happened. We discussed if we should call the police and finally decided not to do so. Our captors were right, we could prove nothing even the DVD in our possession was rather an evidence that all what had happened had be done with our content. We were quite grateful that we were still alive and more or less unharmed, it was a very humiliating experience to be the playthings of a sadistic and dominant couple, but we decided to put the case in the hands of the Divine Justice who is infallible. After the events of this night our passion for bondage diminished for some time. We thought that maybe or fantasies about both being captured, bound and gagged made us to vulnerable so that such events could even happen in our real life. So for a certain time we became even more tender and caring with each other and made love without any bondage involved. We also prayed a lot and asked to the Lord to come over this quite horrible experience. For heavens sake we had no more contact with the crazy couple and some month later we read in the newspapers that a couple in Cologne-Hahnwald had been burglarised by robbers, they had been hold prisoners for some days in their own house and had been tormented and molested in different ways. We did not know exactly the names of the victims but it was probably that the victims were just the couple who had captured us. So it seemed that the Divine Justice had acted quite quickly…
My own story first published at: books.dreambook.com/victorj000…
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