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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