## काउबॉय और भारतीयों (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:38 pm

काउबॉय और भारतीयों (Cowboys & Indians)
It’s not very often that someone makes a major life changing decision while watching a Bollywood movie but that is exactly what Rahul did. As a matter of fact he made several decisions that day. He was watching a popular actress, Kareena Kapoor, in one of her movies in which she ends up being the captive of the bad guy.
He put on another movie in which she was captured. It was at least the fifth time he had watched this movie. This time though he noticed something he had never observed before. Kareena looked a lot like his mother. He put the movie on pause and looked closely. There was definitely a remarkable likeness.
He watched the scene several times and each time he became more convinced that Kareena and his mom were almost twins. As he let the movie continue he began to daydream about him being the one tying up Kareena. It was then that a crazy thought occurred to him. Why not tie up his mom instead? He had never tied anyone up before and it would probably be fun to give it a try.
He put the silly idea out of his head. Not only was it foolish but his mom would never agree to it anyways. As it turned out it was an idea that wouldn’t go away. Once the thought had been planted he couldn’t erase it. Each time he saw his mom he imagined some sort of situation that would result in her becoming a stand-in for Kareena as his captive. None of his daydreams were very reasonable but as unrealistic as they were he was obsessed.
Another of her admirable qualities is that she goes beyond the call of duty to keep her students interested and active. One of her favorite activities is to find or create games that have some sort of cultural or historical significance. In this way they can have fun and learn at the same time. It was while she was doing some research on the internet that she discovered a game she had not heard of before.
Rahul is her assistant when it comes to new games and he helps her to try them out before she presents them to her class. Even though he is 14 and getting a bit old for kids games he is always willing to be of assistance. ‘Rahul have you ever heard of a game called “Cowboys and Indians” that kids play in North America?’ she asked him over breakfast. He said he wasn’t aware of it. She told him ‘I don’t have time to research it, could you look it up later and let me know if it is something suitable for my class?’ He said he would.
That afternoon when he got home from school he did some searching on the internet and found out some interesting things. First of all the Indians in the game weren’t proper Indians like him. When the early European explorers arrived in America they mistakenly thought they were in India and misnamed the natives.
Later when settlers were coming to North America by the boatload conflicts occasionally arose with natives who resented their lands being taken. Many of these clashes occurred when ranchers, known as Cowboys, tried to drive their cattle across native lands. Rahul could sympathize with these natives as his own country also had a history of rebellion against foreign governments. Years later when the so called “Indian Wars” died down it became a theme for a kid’s game. Young boys would divide up into two groups and re-enact some of the most famous battles.
He did some more research and started to get prepared. If he was going to capture his “Kareena” everything would have to be perfect. A few days later he felt he was ready and talked to his mom over breakfast before going to school. He told her of everything he had learned. Aarthi was impressed that he was now an unofficial expert on Western Indians and their history. Then he made a request.
‘I don’t think the game is suitable for the kids in your class but after all the work I did I was wondering if we could play it at least once like we usually do.’ Aarthi had noticed that as Rahul got older he was less interested in the games she had found but he played them anyways for her sake. Now it was time for her to return the favor. He seemed to be really keen on this game and his excitement showed. She agreed to play.
They arranged to have a game when Aarthi got home from work that afternoon. He explained to her that she would be the wife of a greedy cattleman who had violated a treaty by grazing his herds on native lands. That’s all he would tell her. He said that the rest would be improvised as they went along. He didn’t tell her that his part had been planned to the last detail and no matter how she played her role the outcome would be the same; she was to be his hostage.
When he arrived home after school he had about an hour to double check all of his plans. He knew that if he appeared to be unprepared or if he missed any significant detail his mom would not play. She did not like indecision or doubt. The success of his scheme relied on keeping her interested so he had gone to great lengths to impress her.
He had made a bow out of an old shoestring and a sapling using some of the saplings branches for arrows. Hopefully his weapon would be intimidating enough to convince his target to surrender.
He then ran through the scene in his head. Aarthi would come home and go to her room to get changed out of her work clothes. He would confront her there. He would tie her hands behind her and gag her. He would then take her to his room to hold her hostage.
All he had to do was deliver his carefully rehearsed lines and she would play along following his lead. Aarthi was a good actress and could easily improvise as long as he gave her enough information to work with. It was by no means a Bollywood production but with a bit of imagination on both of their parts Rahul was sure it was going to result in a successful capture. All that was left was to wait for her.
She was dressed in white from top to bottom with a sudithar and churidar. Unlike the sari which is floor length and drapes over the body the sudithar has a tunic style top and is similar to a short dress. It can be knee length or a bit longer but the one she was wearing came to mid-thigh. Also in contrast to a sari, which usually doesn’t have a low neckline, the front of her sudithar dipped down enough to give a tease of cleavage. She is well endowed, knows it and doesn’t mind showing it off. Churidar are the leggings worn with a sudithar and the ones she had on fit as snug as stockings showing her sexy legs. A matching white dupatta was draped over her shoulders hanging to her waist in front. A pair of sandals with two inch spike heels completed her outfit.
She entered the bedroom but before she could get a sari from the closet there was a voice from behind her. ‘Don’t move white woman.’ She had to suppress a giggle. She was as brown as Rahul; there were no “white women” or “redskins” in this room. She froze. ‘Put your hands up’ he warned her ‘and turn around slowly.’ She did as he demanded. Anyone else would have probably laughed but as a mother she was touched when she saw him.
He stood there with his bow and arrow aimed at her. The bow was bent to alarming degree and looked ready to break. The arrow was slightly crooked. His war paint was a vivid shade of pink. The head band was an old dupatta that looked like it was about to fall over his eyes. The row of small feathers stuck out of it at odd angles. The baggy harem pants somehow didn’t seem like the sort of attire a brave warrior would wear.
From head to toe he was a comical mess but she loved it. She could see the effort he had gone to and she appreciated his attempt. “What do you want?’ she asked ‘Why are you here?’
He walked over to her and took her by the arm. He led her over to the closet of dupatta and opened it. He put down his bow, grabbed the first dupatta off the top and pulled her arms behind her. She was surprised. She had thought about the game all day but it had never occurred to her that he would tie her up.
He wrapped it around her wrists twice and knotted it. Then he passed the ends between her wrists and knotted them again to cinch it. She gave her bonds a twist to test them. The tie was quite tight. He reached into the closet again. He was behind her and she couldn’t see what he was doing until he reached over her head with the knotted dupatta. Again she was surprised.
He fumbled a bit and placed the knot on her chin. As he tried to pull it tight it began to slip downwards away from her mouth. Aarthi didn’t like the idea of being gagged but she conceded that it was Rahul’s game and she was going to have to play it his way. She opened her mouth wide and dropped her chin guiding the knot between her teeth. Rahul pulled hard and her head jerked back. He knotted it.
He took another dupatta from the closet, led her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge of it. He bent down and tied her ankles the same as he had done with her wrists; two wraps and a cinch. He stood back to examine his work. It had gone so quickly he didn’t have time to think about it while doing it but now he had a moment to consider it.
The moment he looked at her the game was gone from his head. This was not a Cowboy’s wife in front of him. It was not his mother either. It was “Kareena”. She looked exactly as she did in the movies; bound, gagged and helpless. Then he realized that she was all three women. He had captured his “Kareena” by capturing the character that was being played by his mother. It was getting confusing for Rahul.
He realized that he was staring. Aarthi just thought that he was taking a moment to get organized. She had no idea of the conflict that was going on in Rahul’s mind. Then he had a thought. The dupatta that was draped over her shoulders and across her chest would make a perfect blindfold. He hadn’t planned to blindfold her but it was the perfect solution to hide those moments when he was admiring “Kareena”.
He slipped it off of her shoulders and tied it over her eyes. This actually made the situation more stressful for Rahul. Until now he hadn’t realized just how well endowed his mother was. With the dupatta no longer covering her chest and her arms pulled back her prominent bosom was on full display. The thin material of the sudithar stretched tightly across her breasts.
He had to tell himself that in spite of what his eyes were telling him this was his mother and not “Kareena”. The game was starting to seem like a bad idea but he decided to stick to his plan.
‘We can’t stay here Kareena’ he told the rancher’s wife ‘I must hide you away until I deal with your husband.’ It was then that he realized he had made a mistake. He hadn’t intended to tie her ankles until she was in his room. There was no way she could walk there. Untying her feet would be admitting his error. He was going to have to carry her.
He stood her up and tried to figure out how he was going to do this. Thankfully the blindfold kept her from seeing his indecision. He couldn’t carry her in his arms; it would be too awkward going through the doorways. His room was too far to pick her up around the waist and lug her there. The only choice was to put Aarthi over his shoulder.
He had never carried anyone like this before and didn’t know that you need the cooperation of the person being carried to make it work. He bent down and grabbed her around the thighs. When he lifted she went straight up and started to tip over backwards. She didn’t want to be picked up but the gag prevented her from protesting. Not wanting to fall Aarthi had to lean forward and flopped over his right shoulder.
He wobbled a bit and almost dropped to his knees but managed to regain his footing. He paused for a second to make sure that he had her under control and then turned to leave the room. As he turned he discovered that with all her weight on one side he was going off balance with each step. It was tricky walking but with care he was able to get going.
As he left her bedroom he turned a bit too sharp towards his own room. She began to slip off of his shoulder. At this point putting her down wasn’t an option and he didn’t want to drop her so he had only one choice. He held on to her legs as tightly as he could with his left hand and reached up for her hip with his right hand to push her back onto his shoulder. Shifting his grip caused him to tip a bit and the hand on her hip slipped up until he had her butt cheek firmly in his palm.
He was embarrassed at his predicament but she was no longer slipping and his room was only a few steps away so he continued on. Aarthi wanted desperately to tell him to stop but all she could manage was a few loud “mmphs”. In his haste he was moving too fast and when he tried to stop her weight shifted forwards. He began to tip over. They would have fallen safely onto his bed but Aarthi couldn’t see that and panicked.
She straightened up hoping he would lower her to the floor to stop their fall. Her sudden movement caused Rahul to lose his grip on her. She began to slip through his hands. He let go of her bottom and grabbed at her legs. He was able to stop her from falling any further and he regained his balance but now he had a new problem. She had come to a stop with her feet well off of the floor and her breasts in his face. He was holding her so tightly that neither of them could move and his head was buried between her boobs.
Now it was Rahul's turn to panic. Nuzzling his mother’s bosom was not in the plan and he was terrified that she might think he had done it intentionally. He quickly tried to lower her to the bed but the sudden motion pulled him over too. He crashed down on top of her and the impact pushed his head even deeper into her cleavage. He tried to turn his head away and wound up with a breast pushing back at him. The same thing happened when he turned the other way.
He couldn’t get back onto his feet and the only way out was down. He let himself slide down her chest and across her tummy. Then he realized that his face was out from between her breasts but it would soon be between her thighs. He pushed himself away from her and fell to his butt on the floor. He took a few seconds to regain his composure and then stood up. He looked down at his captive.
He finally had his “Kareena” captured and in his room. It was the result of much planning and work. Somehow it didn’t seem like a victory. As good as she looked getting her here had been such a disaster that he could only think of the embarrassment of having to apologize for all that had gone wrong. He took some small pleasure in the fact that he had successfully captured her but he had been overly ambitious. If he had it to do over again he wouldn’t have moved her but he knew that after this catastrophe there wouldn’t be another chance.
‘That was fun’ she said as he un-tied her ‘I hope you had fun too.’ Aarthi didn’t give him time to reply. She knew that she had to do all the talking until he didn’t feel so negatively about the outcome of his game. ‘You did a great job on your costume and I could see that you had everything else well planned. A few things were a bit shaky but that’s to be expected when you try to do it on the first try. Those movies that you like to watch are the result of many rehearsals and retakes before they get it right. I know that even Kareena doesn’t get it perfect the first time.’
He looked up at her shocked. How did Aarthi know about Kareena? She smiled at him and said ‘You called me Kareena by accident. I knew then that it wasn’t really me you were kidnapping. I would rather be Kareena than a rancher’s wife anyways.’
‘You were right that this isn’t a good game for my class; it has the wrong kind of Indians. Maybe you can get an idea from one of Kareena’s movies for another game. I’m going to make supper; I’ll call you when it’s ready.’
She left the room and he sat down at his computer. He went to the Tie Up Games website where he had gotten the idea for his “Cowboys and Indians”. He remembered seeing something about “Cops and Robbers”; now that sounded more like a “Kareena” game.
Last edited by LordNelson on Sun Apr 12, 2015 4:38 am, edited 3 times in total.

### Re: काउबॉय और भारतीयों (M/F)

Post by Padma » Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:37 pm

Mm what a wonderful story
Well written
I am Indian myself
Love the way kids trick their mom into getting tied up.
I wish my kid would do that to me !

### Re: काउबॉय और भारतीयों (M/F)

Post by Boundlover » Sat Oct 01, 2016 12:56 pm

Continue soon.