2 middle-aged hiker couples get captured by a sex fiend who has been lurking in the woods for some female victims. Being at knife point the two wussy wimpsters have no courage to do any resistance and prefer to be tied up and gagged together with the two women.

"Okay, let's go, move sissies. I'll promise you. We'll have a lot of fun...Hahaha!

Nightly home invasion

Happy Pentecost! Feliz Pentecostes! Frohe Pfingsten!

2 couples in distress - Homeinvaded at the dinner party

It was a hot and humid summer evening somewhere in the US. My wife and I we had become acquainted with our new US friends Ginger and Ed during a bank robbery where all four of us hand been taken as hostages by the bank robbers. Ginger had offered us to stay some days at her home and some days later we and Ed went to her office to help her with her move to an other place and  we were captured by a sniper who had choosen Ginger's office to wait for his target down on the street. Again all four of us had spend some thrilling hours completely helpless gagged and in tight bondage and  thank's God for some reason the target did not appear and our captor spared us as we had no idea about the identity of his target. We were released beyond believe to have overcome alive and unharmed two times a very tough bondage ordeal and it was our last evening at Ginger's home and we thought we had really a good reason to celebrate to be still alive and so we put some festive dresses and Ginger ordered a feast by a catering service. We had a really festive dinner and some drinks and then my wife asked Ed and Ginger if they would like to dance "Forró" which is a special dance well known in the North East of Brazil and she put some music and we had a good time and my wife was dancing wit Ed and I with Ginger. Soon we opened the terrace door to get some fresh air and we were so engaged with dancing that we didn't notice the masked robbers who were entering the terrace door...

We were completely taken by surprise. As soon as we become aware ot the robbers, we raised up  our hands, trembling on our whole body. One of the guys cut off the music while the other had us at gun point. We were at the same time stiffy scared and completely bewildered and just could't believe that for the third time in only a few days we were at the complete mercy of some tough and very determinated criminals. After some moments, Ginger was the first to find some words:
"For heavens sakes. What ...what are you doing in my house? What....what...?"
"Stupid question, coozie, What does it seems like, er? We just came to join you little party, haha. We got a hot tip that you're a very wealthy coo. So we came to pay you a little visit..."
"Eh, idiot, you're talking too much. Let's tie them up. The two wussy-boys first."

I was the first to be tied up. Meanwhile the other robber forced Ginger to tell where her cash and valuables were:
"Okay, coozie, tell me, where's your cash and jewelry. What are you waiting for. Speak!"
My wife was trembling with fear:
"Ginger, please, tell them what they want to know. We've no choice"
"For sure, There...There's a strong box in my home office. There you'll find some cash money.
 My jewelry is in a cupboard drawer in my bedroom. Take whatever you want. Just don't do us any harm, please!"
"Haha. That's the way I like it, coo. Knew that you would be reasonable. Some pals of us have told us that you and you and the other sissies are really cooperative and submissive."
"Okay, that's it. Lets tie them up"

Soon all four of us were tied up and gagged...
"Move pussies. Let's put them on some chairs"

We were brought to the next room, where one of the robber lined up some chairs...
"What are you waiting for. Take a seat!"

We were forced to sit down on the chairs and our ankles were bound, too. We waited some time and after a while our captors came back with some more coils of rope.
"Haha. Look what we've found in the bedroom drawers. And some others in the luggage of your guests, coo. Seems we've discovered a little secret isn't it."
"Yeah, and be sure we will make good use of it, hahaha."

Some additional loops of rope were wounded around our chest, belly and upper legs.
"Ummph. MMMMMMH"
"That's it, sissies. Guess you won't be able to free yourselves so soon. So we'll have enough time to search your house and to split. Take care, hahaha.!"

Tightly bound and gagged we were left behind by the inturders. For more than on hour we didn't dare to try to free ourselves as we didn't know if our captors were still in the house. Only then we started to struggle against our tight bonds...but in vain...

Then, some time later, suddenly two police women entered the room were we were sitting tightly bound and gagged on the chairs. We were releases from our bonds and the police women told us that the two robbers had been seen by a neighbour when leaving Ginger's house and soon had been arrested by the police. We learned, too, that the robbers were some pals of the bank robbers who had taken us as hostages and that they had got the tip to rob Ginger from them. My wife and I, we actually said goodbye to Ginger and Ed the next day, but we agreed firmly to meet each other again on other occasions in Germany, the US, Brazil or elsewhere on the world as we had really become fond of each other not at least due to our affiliative bondage experiences...

2 couples in distress – Captured by the sniper

It was a hot Saturday afternoon somwhere in the US. My wife and I, we were spending some days in the house of Ginger, a business lady in her sixties who we had got to know during a bank robbery together with her son in law Ed. All four of us had been taken as hostages by the bank robbers and we had spend some fearful and thrilling hours tightly bound and gagged at the complete mercy of some very determinated criminals. At the end of our bondage ordeal Ginger had offered us to stay some days in her house as the police had asked us to stay a few days more for possible later inquires and we had to complete some formalties to get new passports and credit cards as the bank robbers had taken my wife’s purse with all our documents. Ginger and Ed had been very kind and helpful to deal with all and they had told us that on the day of the bank robbery they had just met for lunch to discuss some family matters and then Ginger remembered that she had forgotten to do an urgent banking transaction and so they had entered the bank just some moments before the lunch break and we had become acquainted with each other under those really special and thrilling circonstances.

Now Ginger was in her office and Ed, my wife and I we were to join her there and to help her with her move as she was moving to a better located place. As we were calling her on her mobile, Ginger had no idea of the guy who was lurking behind her office door.

„Hi Ed, great that you will help me with the move, it’s just a few items which I’ve to put into my car. Okay, I’ll let the door open, just come upstairs. Greetings to Christina and George, see you“

As soon as Ginger had finished the call, the masked guy approached her from behind the door. Ginger got stiffy scared as she remarked the shadow behind her…

A few seconds later Ginger was grabbed by a strong arm and hand gagged and then she felt the barrel of a gun in her back

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMH“

„Easy coozie, calm down,  don’t make any problems. You just shoud’nt work on Saturday, isn’t it. Need you office for a little business. Lucky you that I went prepared and brought enough rope to take care of you and your friends. What are you waiting for, move!

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMPH!“

Still handgagged, Ginger was pushed into the next room. The guy took off her skarf, knotted it in the middle and used it to gag her. Then he tied her up with a piece of rope which was wounded several times around her wrists, chest and belly….

„UMMMPH…MMMMMMMG

„Shut up, coo. Only hope your friends won’t make any problems. Would be much better for them, hahaha“

A few minutes later Ed, my wife and me we arrived at Ginger’s office. The door had been left open and when we came in, we heard a desperate moaning from the next room:

„UMMMMMMPH. MMMMGG“

Before we could do anything we heard a sharp menacing voice behind our back:

„No move, no cry sissies. Hands up and keep calm. Got it?!

Completely taken by surprise, we did as we were told to do. Ed and I, we were stiffy scared, trembling on our whole body. Only my wife dared to speak to our captor:

„For heavens sake. Who are you? What is the meaning of this? What have you done to our friend?“

„Shut up, coo! Just move and keep shut. Got it?“

We were brought to the next room were Ginger was struggling bound and gagged on the floor:

„UMMMMPH. MMMMMMHG.

We were told to cross our wrists behind our buttocks and I was the first to be tied up. A piece of rope was wounded several times around my chest and belly and then my wrists were tightly knotted.

„Okay, sissy man, sit down next to your friend. Lucky you, that you are such weaksisters. Make thing much easier.  And you two, don’t dare to move and just wait your turn. Would be much healthier for you, haha.

Ed and my wife stood still there, their hands crossed behind. As our captor had put down his gun while tying me up, Ed briefly thought to fight our captor off, but then he was just too scared and thought he would’nt have the slightest chance against the tough and determinated guy…

A few moments later I was sitting next to Ginger, gagged with my own scarf and tightly bound on wrists and ankles. Powerless I was forced to see how the guy took off my wife’s scarf, knotted it in the middle and stuffed it into her mouth, knotting it tightly behind her neck. Then she was tied up with a piece of rope, too.

„That’s it, Coozie, come on and sit down next to your friend. Just don’t understand why you have to come to the office on such a nice Saturday and don*t let my do my business here. And you, weaksister, don’t dare to move. Just stand still and wait your turn, hero!“

Ed stood still there, his hands crossed behind his buttocks, trembling on his whole body. He was deeply humiliated that he hadn’t the courage to fight off the guy while he was tying up me wife, but he knew too well that he would put all our lifes in risk if he would dare to do the slightest resistance.

Soon my wife was sitting next to Ginger and me, joining us in our most complete bondage ordeal. Ed was the last one to be gagged and tied up. The guy took off  Ed’s red tie, knotted it in the middle,stuffed it into his mouth and knotted it tightly behind his neck. Then several loops of rope were wounded around Ed’s chest, belly and wrists

„There we go, Mr. Trembleman, lucky you that you behaved so well, guess you’re even a bigger weaksister then the other fruit. Must say, you two wimpsters and the two bossy coozies, it’s just the perfect match, hahaha.“

A few moments later all four were sitting tightly bound and gagged on the floor wondering what this all was about. We just couldn’t believe that only a few days after our thrilling bank robbery hostage ordeal all four of us were once again in the most complete bondage distress. And we became even more appalled as the guy left the room and then came back with a kind of suitcase, opened it and picked out a rifle with a telescopic sight. Then he went to the window next to us and apparently was waiting for his target. We were actually at the complete mercy of a sniper and were going to be completely powerless witnesses of a cold blooded murder. But, when you are completely helpless, there is one thing you can do: pray!

And so my wife and I, as in other bondaged adventures, we started to pray imploringly to the Lord to save the victim, to do something to prevent the crime, we prayed the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy which is a very strong prayer:  „For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world“ 

We prayed for about two hours or more, we had no idea who might be the target, we only new that down over the road there was a hotel which was used as congress center, too and some business buildings and a luxury restaurant. So the victim might come out off one of these buildings. And thanks God it seemed that our prayers were heard, as after some more time our captor got impatient as the target did not appear and he started blasheming….

Then, after more or less one hour more, the sniper got really angry. He came back from the windows and pointed his gun at us:

„Well folks, really eager to shot somebody today. No idea why the fucking target hasn’t appeared. Costs me a lot of money. But can’t leave witnesses, you understand. If you just weren’t such two horny coozies and such two damned wimpy fruits. No grace to kill such chicken-hearted sissies. So I’ll give you a chance. Give me just a reason to spare you and struggle for your live. Give me a good show! Come on! Beg for your fucking lives!“

We were appalled beyond believe. And then we did as we were told to do. For more then five long minutes we moanend and groaned and whimpered desperately into our gags, begging imploringly for mercy…

After more or less five long minutes where we were desperately struggling and begging for our lifes our captor finally lowered the rifle…

„Well, well, good show, folks, really, would be no grace to kill such wimpy scaredy-cats. You really love your fucking life, isn’t it. And to be honest, you haven’t the slightest idea who has been the target, so there’s nothing you could tell to the police.

So farewell, sissies, enjoy your damned fucking wimpy lifes, hahaha.

A few moments later, our captor had put his rifle back into the suitcase and left us behind, still tighly bound and gagged.

„Enjoy yourself, sissies, guess it will keep some time before somebody will find you and believe me, I really know how to make knots, so I guess you won’t be able to free yourselves.

Take care!“

The he had disappeared and we were incredibly relieved to be alive and unharmed, even being still tightly bound and gagged.

After our captor had splitted we still waited some time before we started struggling to get rid of our tight bonds. But our captor had been right, he really knew how to make knots and we weren’t able to even loosen a little bit our tight knotted bonds.

After some desperate hours of useless struggle my wife finally got an idea to get at least rid of her gag. She got in an hog-tie position so that Ed could reach her gag with his fingers. I tried to do the same with Ginger.

After some time Ed actually managed to remove my wife’s gag out off her mouth. My wife called desperately for help several times but as it was late Saturday afternoon in an office building there was nobody who could hear us. So we had to spend the whole weekend in tight bondage and we even didn't make no more efforts to remove the other gags as calling for help was completely useless…

It was only on Monday morning when we heard some noise on the floor. My wife called for help again and we were finally found by a cleaning lady.

After having been freed from our bonds we went to the police station to make our evidences. As our captor had told us, there was not much we were able to tell to the police, only that we had been bound and gagged by a sniper who wanted to kill somebody out off Ginger’s office, but we hadn’t the slightest idea who might have been the target.

But we were completely relieved that we had survived unharmed an other thrilling bondage ordeal and we decided that we would have a festive dinner one of the next evenigs before that my wife and I would continue our round trip in the US…

Two couples in distress - Bank robbery hostage ordeal

It was some minutes before lunch time when my wife Christina and I entered the small bank somewhere in a middle sized town in the US. My wife and I, we had rented a car and were on a round trip in the US to make some tourism and to visit some friends we had met during our work as Christian missionaries. We were short of cash money and stopped at the bank to change some Euro into US-Dollars. There were only the two female tellers and on other middle aged couple in the bank who had entered the bank a few time after us. And then suddenly, we heard sharp, menacing voices behind us:

"Hands up. No move, no cries! Got it! Hands up, I say!

We were all completely appalled. The two female teller raised up their hands immediately, trembling with fear. We and the other couple turned around, facing the three bank robbers who had entered the bank. My wife nestled to me in search of protection and we raised up our hands:

"Okay sissies, down to the floor, all four of you. What are you waiting for. Do it! Now!

  We'll give you a nice tie up, haha!

"You teller, you'll lock up the front door. It's lunch time, isn't it, hahaha!

"And you, coozie, you'll put all the cash into the bag. What are you waiting for? Do it!

​It seemed that the three robbers were well prepared. I was the first to be tied up and gagged. A purple coloured piece of rag was stuffed into my mouth and knotted up tightly behind my neck. It had been prepared with a kind of bolt in the middle so that it made a perfect gag. Then my wrists were tightly ziptied and I moaned into my gag.

"UMMMP"

"Calm down, sissy, be a man once in your lifetime, hahaha.. Your wife will join you soon. Come on safary lady, it's your turn now."

My wife had sat down on the floor, next to me, still with her hands up to show her complete surrender and submission.

"Listen, we...we'll do what ever you tell us to do. Just do us any harm, please.

Next to us, the men, who was in his fourties, tried to calm down his trembling female companion, who was around sexty years old, but still in very good shape. 

"Oh Ed, for heavens sake. What are they going to do with us. Why do they tie us up?"

"Calm down, Ginger. Let's just stand it. They only want the money. For sure they will split soon."

A few time later all four us were sitting on the floor below the counter, tightly gagged and even more tightly ziptied on wrists and ankles. The three robbers had forced the two female tellers to go down with them to the strongroom. Some twenty minutes later the three robbers reappeared, without the tellers who apparantly had been left bound and gagged behind in the strongroom. Apparently the criminals had especially waited for lunch time to do the robbery as the bank was closing for one hour during lunch time. So the robbers could do the robbery in all ease and they would have enough time for their getaway. The three robbers were to leave the bank through a back door and we were relieved and thought that we would had to stand our bondage distress for maybe one more hour or so, and then we would be found and released by the police, alerted by afternoon customers who weren't able to enter into the bank. But suddenly the three robbers were back, talking Billingsgate. They told us that outside were the police and that we were to be shot in case the authorities would not fulfill exactly their demand. We were completely appalled, but for my wife and me, it was not the first time we were taken hostages and bound and gagged, we had been homeinvaded several times in Germany and in Brazil and we had been assaulted, tied up and robbed also several times during touristic exursions all over the world. So we did the only thing a completely helpless and powerless women or men can do, we prayed and trusted in the Lord, being  convinced that God had still plans for us to do and so would help us one more time to overcome alive and unharmed out off a tough bondage ordeal. We prayed the Rosary of the Divine Mercy and tried to pray for or captors and for the police negociators, so that they would consider our life more important than the money the bank could possibly loss. With the time we became calmer and more confident and my wife, even bound and gagged, tried her best to confort and to cheer up, Ginger, who was sitting next to her, trembling with fear on her whole body.

We were sitting there on the floor for more than seven hours, the robbers were doing the negotiations with Ginger's mobile phone they had taken from her purse and they made two times a picture of us four all bound and gagged and moaning desperately for mercy to show that we were still alive and unharmed. The two tellers during all the time seemed to remain downstairs in the strongroom and we could only hope and pray that they were unharmed, too.

Then, we think, not least thanks to our ardent prayers, it seemed that finally the robbers got all the had demanded for and we were told that all four of us would be taken as hostages to secure the robber's getaway.

Then our captors took preparations for our getaway. The cut our ankle zip-ties, we had do stand up and than we were leashed all together with a piece of rope, looped around our necks so that we formed a kind of hostage coffle which our captors used as a human shield against possible police snikers. They left the bank with us and all four of us were trembling on our whole body fearing for our lifes.

We were haled towards the van the robbers had asked as get-away vehicle. Thanks God the police snipers did not shoot so that we reached the van safe and unharmed.

Two of the robbers went in front on the driver's and co-driver's seat while the third one entered with us four hostages on the load floor. Our ankles were ziptied again and it was obvious that there would be no possibility for the police to free us while we were permanently at gun point. Our captor still had Ginger's mobile to communicate with the police and he took a short video clip of us forcing us to moan and whimper into the camera and make a good hostage show to convince the cops to try nothing. He told the cops that he never in his life had had such obedient and submissive hostages and that it would be really a pity if something would happen to us, so they should better not try to follow the van, if his two pals would see a single police car following them the first of us would be shot. We knew that our hostage ordeal was not yet over. We were driven for more then four hours through the night and our captor came over to us and startet fondling and frisking us, taking from our shirt and trouser pockets our mobiles, purses, and passports, He had already taken the purses of the two women and he called us with our names and told us that we should better tell not too much to the police, otherwise it could happen that he or some good pals of him would come to see us an other time. Then, finally, after more or less five hours the van stopped...

Our ankle zip-ties were cut off, our captor took a large coil of rope from the loading floor and we were forced to leave the van. We found ourselves in a remote wooded area. Thanks Got it was a warm summer night, so we weren't cold in our thin summer blouses.

"Okay, move sissies. You've really been very cooperative, haha. That's deserves a reward, isn't it. Time for a final tie up, haha. I've asked the cops to put a nice piece of rope into the van and promised them that they'll find you unharmed but nicely trussed up. So let's go..."

Still leashed in a coffle, we were pushed forward deeper into the wood. Then we were told to stand all four close together against a tree and the entire coil of rope was wounded several time around our legs, chest and belly. 

"That's it, coozies, you've really been of great help, haha. Maybe see you an other time, one never knows. Guess somebody will find you in due

time. Take care!"

Our captor split to join his two pals in the van and we finally had the feeling that our hostage ordeal was over. But it actually took until the next morning before we finally were found and released by a female forest guide.

We made our testimony at the police station and learned that the guys yet had'nt been arrested. The police asked to my wife and me to stay some two days more in town for possible later queries. We were to go to a hotel, but Ginger offered us to stay some days in her house, she would feel better to spend some more time with us and to try to cope together our hostage ordeal. My wife and I we gladly accepted Ginger's proposal and we never would have expected that all four of us sooner than ever thought should have to stand an other thrilling bondage distress...

Carnival bondage perils - Captured by Cannibals

It was an a Carnival Sunday some time ago. My wife and I had assisted to a carnival procession in a small village somewhere in the Western part of Germany and now we were heading back to our car. We were disguised as a explorer couple and suddenly we were surrounded by three women who were disguised as savage cannibals. They told us, apperently in sport, that we were there "capture" and that we had to come with them to a private carnival party to have some beers and a lot of fun. My wife and I we felt a little thrilled and excited with about being "captured" as we felt quite vulnerable and defenseless in our safari-style and colonialist explorer outfit. We were even a little aroused about being captured by these savage cannibal women and so we played along with the game and followed them without any resistance...

 We followed them to a remote area of the small town and the party was hold in a kind of barn and apparently there yet were no other guests. There was a radio with some carnival music and we were offered some glasses of beer from a draft and as we were not used to drink much alcohol we got a little drunk and felt quite uneasy because we would have to go home by taxi now. We told them several times that we had to head off, but they told us, apparently still in sport, that we were their captives and prey and that we were not allowed to go. We still played along with the game, as we are polite and did not want to offend our quite weird "captors". So we got some more beers and got even more drunk and then suddenly they fetched out some rope and told that as their captives of course we had to be tied up to have even more fun with us...

What followed then was really incredible. They actually started to tie us up and I was already to much drunk to offer many resistance and my wife was no match for the quite forceful and decided cannibal women. My wife told them that this were no fun any more, but our captors only laughed and told her that there was much more fun to come...

And actually our incredible bondage ordeal got even worse. We were brought to an other room of the barn and some more rope was wound around our chest, our belly and our legs. Then we were gagged with our own scarves and laid down on the floor. They put a candle on a plastic scull and some apparently real bones from a pig or cattle and a big sharp knife on the floor in front of us. Then our Cannibal captors told us that they would let struggle us for a while in order to have time to imagine what they would do with us. And when they would come back the real fun were to start. They left the room and left us alone and we moaned, whimpered and struggled desperately and could yet not believe what were actually happening to us. After some time our cannibal women captors came back an the started to make some video clips of us struggling against our tight ropes and moaning and whimpering into our gags. Then they were posing with us, making videos with some of them having us at knife-point, fondling and caressing us and putting their feet on our neck and our buttocks to demonstrate our most complete submission. It was very humiliating, but at the same time, my wife and I were aroused beyond belief. Our kinky cannibal women captors had fun with us for more than an hour and  they made a lot video clips of our humiliating bondage distress. And the only thing we could do was to moan and whimper into our gags to express our protest. Finally our gags were removed and they told us that they would free us under the condition that we should be their tightly bound colionalist style explorer captives during next year's carnival procession. They told us that they had some very nice video clips of us and that it would be quite difficult to us to prove that that what they had done with us not had happened without our expicit consent. It was kind of blackmailing, but my wife and I we had not much of a choice and so we agreed to meet them the next year at the same time and to participate as requested during the village carnival procession. So at least the cut our ropes with the big knife and we were released and they asked kind of pardon for what they had done to us, but we were so cute and vulnerable in our explorer safari outfit and so they couldn't resist to do what they had done. My wife and I, we took a taxi back home and we actually told to nobody what had happened to us on this Carnival Sunday and from time to time our captors send us by e-mail some of the clips they had made with us and remembered us our date on next year's carnival Sunday...

And so, more or less one year later on Carnival Sunday we went again to the village where we had to stand our weird bondage passion and as promised we dressed up in a colonialist style safari outfit. Some coils of rope were wound around our chest and belly and our wrists were tightly tied up behind our buttocks and then the Carnival procession started, with my wife and I being the bound white captives of a bunch of savage cannibal women dancing around us and singing Carnival songs and throwing sweets into the crowd surrounding the procession. To be honest, my wife and I, we enjoyed it a lot to be gabed by everybody in our bondage distress and we felt a little like Roman's captives may have felt during a triumphal procession in ancient Rome. The procession lasted for more then three hours and we enjoyed it to the fullest and were quite aroused and at the end we were released from our bonds, had some drinks and some chats with our Cannibal captors and we agreed that in due time we would come back for an other procession, maybe this time dressed up as Cowgirl and Cowboy to be captured by some Indian squaws...

Carnival's bondage perils

After having been abducted  after a carnival session by a weird couple and having suffered a thrilling bondage ordeal some years ago  my wife and I once again dared to have some fun and to meet some friends at the women's Carnival Thursday somewhere in the outskirts of Cologne. We were wearing our prefered explorer or safari disguise and were accopanied by our fellow confirmation cathechist Daggy who had choosen a cowgirl disguise. It was about midnight when we were heading to our car and we were to give Daggy a lift home before returning to our own house. We were having an animated chat and were not aware that we had been followed by two guys disguised as convicts…

Soon we were approached by the two convicts who proved to be quite real criminals who were quite satisfied to have found some easy prey. They told us quite mockingly that they were armed and that they would very much appreciate to be invited to our home to have some drinks and much more fun and that we would better do not any resistance. And so, some moments later we found ourselves in our car, at the complete mercy of two quite determinated criminals... 

We were forced to drive with our captors to our house. They asked us if we were living alone and if we were expecting any visit during the Carnival week-end what we negated. They wanted to know if we had some rope in our house and we were quite humiliated when we had to tell them that we had some rope in a drawer of our bedroom. We had to stay with our hands raised up in the living room, guarded by one of the convicts, while the other were searching for the rope. Then he came back with a coil of rope and made a mocking comment abourt our apperent passion for bondage in our sexual life. He told us that we were to have a lot of fun together and that they would do very naughty things with us, especially if we would refuse to cooperate....

A short time later our fellow confirmation catechist Daggy, my wife and I found ourselves tightly bound to some chairs in our living room. One of our captor lighted a cigarette and found it very funny when my wife, trying to conserve a rest of dignity and control of the situation, told him that smoking was not permitted in our house. Soon his sidekick started to molest my wife and Daggy and he told us that they would thorougly search our house for cash and valuables and that after that we would have to reveal them the PINS of our bank cards and credit cards and that they had a lot of time and that they would hold us prisoners in our own house during the Carnival days and maybe they would ask us later on to invite some of our friends to join us at this very special Carnival bondage party...

Some time later our captors had left us alone. Before they had forced Daggy and my wift to reveil them the PINs of their credit cards and then they had stuffed some of my wife's panties into our mouthes and had gagged us with our own scarves. Some two ours had passed now, we didn't knwo where or captors were and if they would return. Every struggel against our tight gags and bonds had proved to be completely in vain and so once more in our lifetime we were completely help- and powerless, in the clutches of some quite determinated criminals who were due to return at every moment and to to even naughtier things to us as they had already done, and as so often in our live, the only thing we could tdoe was to love, to pardon,  to hope and to pray...

Defenseless couple burglarized, tied up and gagged

It was about 10 p.m. on an evening in late october. My wife and I we were sitting in our living room and were both reading a book. My wife had dressed up with a sexy leopard pattern blouse with matching zebra style leggins and she knew quite well that I alway got turned on when she dressed up in this way...So I knew that she had plans with me later on in the night. We had just opened our terrace door to get some fresh air. Und then suddenly, the hooded burglar, all in black, was in our living room and we were at knife point:

"No move, cry chickens. You'd better behave and make no problems. Otherwise..."
"Oh Jesus, for heavens sake! Who are you? What...what do you want?"
"Oh coozie, don't worry. It's  just a courtesy visit. And now lay face down on the floor, hands crossed behind your buttocks.
"Whatever you say. Just don't do us any harm!

Scared stiff, my wife and I did as we were told to do. A few moments later we were both ziptied on our wrists and ankels and gagged with a piece of tape.

"UMMMMPG...MMMMMG. MMMMMH"
" That's it for the moment. I'll search the house and you stay here, Mrs und Mr Wimp, just nice and quiet...

The burglar let us alone and we were lying prostrate on the floor, tape-gagged, our wrists and ankle ziptied, trembling with fear and at the same time aroused beyond believe. To be honest, it was not the first time we were victims of burglars, and even so, both of us refused categorically to install some kind of alarm system. As our house was in a quite remote area and we were known to be quite wealthy, it would have made sense to have one, but we said to everybody that if a burglar wanted to get us, he could even abduct us on every place and force us to drive to our home, as it had aleready happenet to us too, and so wer prefered to live with the thrill that we could get burglarized at every moment and we had always enough cash in our house to make sure that we were only robbed and not hurt. And to be honest, it turned us on to live whith the thrill and the times we got tied up and gagged during a robbery we had a very pleasant time after it, it just turns us on to be innocent and inoffensive victims, loving each other in the most complete bondage distress, moaning and wimpering for mercy. And today too, we knew quite well that our captor would find a nice quantity of rope and scarves and probably would make use of it...

And actually, some moments later the guy appeared again, laughing mockingly:

"Hahaha. My pals in jail told me, but I just couldn't believe it. Have just discovered your extravagant little passion. So I'll give you would you deserve, hahaha."

So, our tape gag was taken off. We had to reveal the combination of our safe and the PINs of our credit cards and then we were tightly cleave-gagged wit some of our scarves. After this, several loops of rope were wounded tightly around our chest, belly and legs. Then the burglar continued to search our house and finally head off...

After some hours we finally managed to get rid of our bonds and called the police. The police girls and guys told us once again that in our case it would be wise to install an alarm system, but up to now, for known reasons, we still don't have one...

Our Australian camping bondage ordeal

We were spending our holidays in Australia and had rented a travel van to explore the beauty and the vastness of the Blue Mountains. We had parked our mobile home on a remote lookout point and were enjoying the landscape when we suddenly heard a sharp and menacing voice behind us:

"No move sissies, don't turn around. Hand's up and no funny business. Got it?"
"For heavens sake. Who? What? My God?! What, what..."
"Easy Mrs. Chicken. Just calm down and shut up. You and your sissy husband are just what I've been waiting for. 
  And now cross your wrists behind your back. Do it! Now!
"Whatever you say, just don't do us any harm"

My wife and I we did as we were told to do and crossed our wrists behind our back. I was trembling on my whole body when the guy tightly tied up my wrists whith some rope.
"Listen, we...we've some cash. Just take it and let us go!
"No way, Mr. Chicken. You won't get away so cheap, hahaha. If a were such a sissy as you are, I wouldn't come to such a lonesome place with my wife. Out here, you've to be able to defend oneself. But much better for me. I've plan with you, haha. Will be a lot of fun, hahaha.
"For heavens sake. Please let us go! What...what do you intend to do with us, oh my God!"
"Easy, Lady. I'll tell you. I guess nobody will miss you out here for a couple of week. So I'll take all the cash from your bank account and meanwhile you'll be my guests. I swear, we'll have fun. And than I'll present you to some friends of mine
that'll be even mor fun. You're be our little playthings, you and your wimp. And now move into your van. I'll prepare you for our little trip..."

A few time later, my wife and I, we sat tightly bound one to the other in the back part of our dormobile. Our captor had taken our car keys and now we were heading to an unknown destination somewhere in the Australian Blue Mountains. From time to time we moanded and whimpered desperately into our tight cleave-gags, even knowing that it was absoltely useless to struggle against our tight bonds which were much too severe. We knew very well that we were in the most complete distress, nobody would miss us for the next time and the guy could force us easily to send from time to time a message to our families and friends while we remained his powerless captives. What would he do with us. We were expecting the worst and the only thing we could do was to hope an to pray for some miracle to save us out off our desperate bondage ordeal ...

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