Annie and Me 4: Sisters in Danger (F/fF)

[AlexUSA3]

Annie and Me 4: Sisters in Danger (F/fF)
Thursday, July 25, 2019

Annila Räänta, my little sister, is the joy of my life. I am going back in time from my previous stories because I want to tell you about Annie’s first time getting gagged with dirty socks. Dirty socks appeared just the second time Annie played with Momma and me, and now let us join the conversation taking place there.

“Sammy, you always wear a bandana. May I wear one too?” she asks me so sweetly.
“Well, Annie, there is no harm in it; you may borrow any of them. What is mine is yours.”
“Which one would you pick?” comes next from my little sister, who has a bright blue t-shirt.
“This one,” I grab a square that is a solid tie dye of blues and white without any pattern, “Since I am a meteorologist, I call it cloudy blue.”
“Show me how to wear it like you!” bounces the teenager, “Is yours cloudy pink then?”
“Yes. To wear it like me, let me braid your hair like mine this one time, hmm?” I ask lovingly.

Of course she cannot say “No” to her hero. I am precious to her as the prominent female relative of her life now that her mother is dead. We have a half sister in Estonia, Paulina, a sweet girl but 6 years my senior. She and I are on good terms, but talking through Facebook in broken Finnish, English, and Russian is hard. All I understand is that she is a girl who has earned my love and is still suffering from the way our father had families and dropped them during his youth.

This is Annila, my little half-sister, a Godsend to us. She is wearing solid white jean shorts with a bright blue t-shirt, white socks, and white canvas sneakers; now you see my choice of bandana. When the platinum blonde locks are finally in the braid, a white tieback holds my handiwork in place. I give Annie a lesson on how I put a kerchief on her head, since I am already wearing one. She knows scarves from church, but she doesn't wear hers like I wear mine. She is so lovable!

I am not exactly dressed my best. I work at a McDonald’s, and my hours vary greatly from one day to the next because I am dependable. Today, I worked in the morning and early afternoon, so I only got to go to the gym after work. Momma and Annie were here already when I returned. I am in all pink: gym shorts, socks, sneakers, and a sports bra. It isn't glamorous, but it's perfect if I want to get sweaty.

“Sisters that love each other are better than friends,” Momma says when she sees us.
“Yes, Momma, this is true,” I nod and look at the girl idolizing me.
“Since we all just got home, dinner will take time,” my mother is shrewd, “Close all blinds.”
“Yes, Momma,” I go to obey her wishes.
“What are we doing?” Annie's eagerness is about to cause trouble.
“I found this,” Momma shows the squirt gun my friends gave me, “This is robbery. Sit. Now.”

Annie quietly obeys and looks at me for approval, and I nod. Apparently, supper is a surprise, as that is the only reason Momma ties me up between work and supper. I am still covered in sweat because I rode my bike to the gym and back, and the thought of my socks. She wouldn't dare do such in front of Annie, right?

Annie is just 13. She's a girl. Surely, dirty laundry is too much for her. Just because my friends do it to their little sister doesn't mean we should do it to Annie. Am I a bad influence for playing these games with her? Is this bad for her spiritual health? Should she really be admiring me as much as she does? Am I… even a good sister?

Momma motions for me to sit next to Annie at the table and for us to put our arms in the air. The suspense is building for Annie, who is only playing with Momma for the second time although I have played with her several times now. We do what is asked of us, and Momma hands me a big tote bag. I recognize the bag; it is my own. It is my TUG bag.

“Tall girl, tie short girl to chair. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say in mock fear.
“Do you have to?” Annie plays along as well.
“I’m sorry, sis, but I must if we are to live,” I give her a hug.
“No hugs. This is robbery, not family reunion,” Momma reminds us, “Tie her up. Now.”
“I understand,” Annie looks crestfallen, “Do it.”

I have tied Annie a few times before this, and I do my best job. This is about to be no ordinary TUG though. I tie my sister's ankles, knees, and thighs together and rope her ankles to the wood frame underneath the chair. I pull her arms behind the chair and tie her wrists and elbows with a couple of ropes. The harness is basic. I wrap the rope and either side of her chest. That and the waist rope crush her against the chair. Momma is now satisfied.

Annie has a sparkle in her eyes despite trying to move like a desperate captive. Her squeaks are the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Her own braid snaps to and fro. Little sister is now a damsel in distress, and she is so lovable with it, too! She tries to struggle, but she is fastened to the chair.

“Remove her shoes and socks. Gag her with socks and this handkerchief.”
“You are cruel bandit,” I say to Momma in Russian, to Annie's confusion.
“Move quickly, or I will gag you with my socks,” she threatens me with a delicious thought.
“I will do it,” I hold the socks, “Open wide.”
“No!” my sister knows to refuse despite our mindless use of a language she cannot understand.
“You will comply,” Momma squeezes her nose shut, having switched back to English.
“Ugh! Ewwwww!” the girl wails.
“It's better she learns with us than on her own,” Momma smiles, “She reacts like you.”

I tie handkerchief as a tight cleave gag to hold the socks. Momma then forces me to use an Ace bandage to wrap one of my sneakers to Annie's face. Things have become interesting, no? My momma is a woman of surprises, and I love her dearly. Little sister is in the throes of torment.

Throes of torment for some are throes of ecstasy for others. I see immediately that Annie loves it as I do. My two favorite TUG elements are these, dirty sock gags and forced sniffing of sneakers or shoes. I especially like when both are from others, not my own. Annie shares this trait, to my strange delight. My last order is to tie Annie’s big toes with rubber band from head of broccoli.

I turn around at Momma’s signal, and she begins using my roughest brown rope to tie my arms in a tight, cruel fashion. She ties them three times, and her harness is complicated and worked in my elbow bondage by using my longest rope. It goes under and over my boobs, makes a letter V between my boobs, and goes through my armpits. Momma has excess, so she connects to ropes on my forearms and wrists to restrict those. She goes quickly and smoothly; this is important.

My socks, my sweaty, nasty gym socks, go into my mouth. Disgusting, and I groan like it too. I am so happy! A hanky cleave gag is perfect! Yum! Waist rope is just as restrictive as the other ones, keeping me tied tightly. I love 3s. I mean 3 ropes on arms, 3 on thighs, 3 on legs, and, last but not least, 3 layers of gag. Momma is a momma. She effortlessly and methodically crushes my face in 6 layers of green tape. Annie curiously and silently watches, explores, and learns.

I am laid on dining table. Rope hogties me with my braid! It goes from my braid, to my ankles, and to my elbows. It is cinched well and painful. I love it so. Lastly, I am forced to smell my stinky gym sneakers. Such delight! In a final act of charity, a red bandana blindfolds Annie, and a black one blindfolds me. We must smell and taste ourselves and see nothing. Surprises.

“I go to make supper. Sammy, do not struggle off table,” she intimidates me with love.
“Mmm hmm,” I nod despite the consequences.
“Good. Have fun. I love you girls.”
“Awwwww,” says Annie, still reeling over her own mother's death.
“Ah ove ou hoo!” I say to Momma and reap more of what has been sown.
“Ah ove ou Thahhy!” Annie adds to this.
“Ah ove ou hoo!” I foolishly gag talk some more.

Momma and I have been playing these games for over a year now. She has gotten very good at tying me up. She knows I love being tied up, and she takes pleasure in my happiness. I recall it well the day I called her (there are no secrets between us except happy surprises that eventually are revealed) and told her about my new friends and their games. It did not take long for her to be convinced by the goodness of some of my friends.

“They tie each other up? Isn't that sex game?” she asked during that phone call.
“Yes, for some, but most of them also play it like any other game a kid could play,” I explained.
“Be careful, but I hear happiness in your voice,” I could see her smile despite it being a call.
“Thank you, Momma. I will teach you how to tie me so we can play, too,” I promised her.
“You perhaps will do that, and we will make even more memories to cherish.”
“I love you, Momma, and I will try to be careful.”

I have tried to be careful, and my friends do so much to protect and I do the same for them. Now I do it for Annie, but I always have doubts. It's an issue I have with myself. My daddy issues are at their worst at school. I dated a basketball player and didn't do anything when he beat me. I’m a weak personality in that sense. He was a senior and I a freshman, and it was only thanks to the teammates who are also my friends and TUG buddies that I dumped him.

I came out of that stronger though. I learned I needed to stand up for myself. I am arguably the strongest Cool Girl, yet I am weak in spirit. I have this flaw, and I strive to be strong, so that my little sister will not end up like me. Momma is dating my father, Annie's father, again, and both of us girls are praying for peace in our family. Annie loves Momma, and Momma would be the right woman to be there for Annie. She understands that she cannot replace Annie's mother, and she is sensitive to the struggles. This is why Annie now spends so much time here with us.

Moments like these are special. We both enjoy being bound and gagged, and Momma loves to dote on both of us. Just look how she tied me. We are gleefully roiling on the flavors gagging us so well, and the smells delight us. Yes, even my nasty gym socks and sneakers are a delight for me. Words cannot do justice for the thrill of it all. Bondage time is bonding time. Love makes a bondage game so much more meaningful for all. It truly is a time of increasing mutual trust and growing in understanding of each other's personalities.

I hear Annie happily trying to escape. She tries so hard. I too often just relax and enjoy it. Once every couple of weeks, Momma will gag me safely, put noise-canceling headphones on my ears, and leave me in my closet for 30-60 minutes to destress. I can too easily just relax and enjoy my captivity and fail to think of escape, especially at moments like these where I painfully jerk upon my braid. The pain and hogtie are so good. I love the brutal ropework. For Annie's sake, I try.

I rarely escape Momma's bindings. She is good and strong, but I have determination. The pull on my head hurts, but I like it. I must ignore it and be content to quietly suck on my disgusting laundry, such a delicious humiliation indeed. Perhaps my arms are tied too well though? I am a master myself; Annie will not escape alone. I want to do it. All ropes give; they just require an amount of work. I will work and work if I must. I’d rather stay here helpless until Momma has reached her desired time, but I want to teach Annie this skill.

“Mmm,” I quietly groan into the gross but exciting fabric in my mouth.
“Mmm!” Annie excitedly squeaks.
“Blech!” the smell is just as bad.

Slack must be found. The ropes are so tight, but Momma rushed to get to the kitchen. She has not cinched her ropes too well. I play with the knots in my fingers. This will not be too hard if I am patient. Patience truly is a virtue. I am so happy right now that it seems silly.

Ah ha! That's a great start! That knot was the hogtie. Now that it's loose, I must kick until it is off! Kick! Ow! Kick! Ow! Lots of pain arises because of the hair tie. This is fun? I think so. I am having fun with my two favorite females. I keep kicking to undo the hogtie. Man, that is so painful, but the risk is worth the reward. What a reward!

“Very good, Samantha. Are you having fun?” Momma asks while I sit up.
“Mmm hmm.”
“You are such funny girl, liking that you eat your smelly gym socks. I love you.”

I take a deep breath of my shoe. Man, does it smell bad. I shimmy my arms up and down in a confident escape attempt. I know I can do this, and I try my best. I can tell from Annie’s happy squeaks that she is trying her best as well. Shimmying seems to be working this time, and I just never know which method to try. Some of my friends just instinctively feel it out, and I always learn on the job it seems. Shimmying is fun!

That did the trick! My elbow and forearm bondage collapses. That is a success! Now I am able to twist my wrists. I shimmy my legs and find Momma hurried even more on those. Her work is slowly coming undone, and from the frustration in Annie’s voice I know she is unable to budge a single knot. I have kidnapped her perhaps too well. Ah, Momma, I have won. I just unknotted that wrist rope with my fingers.

I pull off the blindfold and the shoe to see Momma standing before me. She calmly kisses me on the forehead, rubs my back, and returns to the stove. Mothers are so precious! I love mine more than I can put into words! Now I must get out of my ropes. Annie isn't aware yet that I am free since I keep my gag in my mouth. I untie them and shimmy my legs until they are free, and it is an easy task to get the harness and waist rope off.

I love my socks in my mouth so much. I wish Momma would assert herself and kidnap me again more thoroughly, but I also want to eat the delicious pasta and meat sauce she has made. Maybe I am Russian, but even Russians can learn to make good Italian food. I wish I could tickle Annie for a moment, but I must free her too.

“Momma, this is so delicious!” Annie says as she takes seconds.
“Is it as delicious as your dirty socks?” Momma asks with a mischievous gleam.
“Socks are gross,” Annie responds with a smile and looks at me, “But so much fun!”
“Want a secret? My favorite way to be gagged is with my captor's socks,” I am too honest.
“Next time you trade, OK?” my mother is such a fun lady, always full of humor and love.
“I’d enjoy that,” I smile at my sister, “Because I love Annie.”

Annie smiles and takes a big bite of pasta. How far Momma and I have come. We have pasta and meat and even cheese with lots of seasonings in the sauce. Much different from Momma pouring plain tomato purée over spaghetti and adding salt and pepper. Things are different now, and the best difference is having Annie in our lives.

Annila Räänta, we love you.

THE END

[milagros317]

Another fine story! This is a great series.

[Caesar73]

The Interaction between the Sisters is sweet. There is so much emotion. Two Siblings who love each other. And they share a common taste, in every Sense of the Word As always excellent Descriptions - with Attention to Detail.

[AlexUSA3]

The Interaction between the Sisters is sweet. There is so much emotion. Two Siblings who love each other. And they share a common taste, in every Sense of the Word As always excellent Descriptions - with Attention to Detail.

Sorry for not responding sooner. Yes, there is a distinctive charm in the relationship between the sisters... but also with Momma as well.

[hafnermg]

It's great how much these mother and daughters love each other. I can't wait for more of their stories.