Annie and Me 8: The Gifts of Sisterhood and Friendship (F/FFff)

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Annie and Me 8: The Gifts of Sisterhood and Friendship (F/FFff)
Tuesday, January 7, 2020

“So, Momma, may I?” I ask when we’re alone in the morning before Paulina has awoken.
“Yes, Samantha, you may,” she smiles while we speak in Russian, “I will only do as you ask.”
“Thank you, Momma. Merry Christmas,” I embrace her tightly.
“You have year after year been greatest gift of my life,” she says, “It is hard to see you grow up.”
“It’s hard for me because this is the only home I have ever truly known.”
“I love you so much,” she fights her emotions and smiles even more brightly, “Have fun.”

Momma and I do things differently from most. We go to Christmas liturgy and then come home to open presents. When we get home, Papa is waiting for us to open presents with him before he leaves Annie with Momma, Paulina, and me. My friends Kristina, and Erin, however, are able to take some time to be with us in the afternoon.

If you’ve read Annie and Me 7, then I have spoiled some elements of this story already. If you’ve not read that story, then you will read it and be pleasantly surprised. I’ll begin this with a little bit about Christmas presents. You see, every time Annie comes over here, she borrows one of my bandanas so she can be wearing a bandana just like her big sister. It is a little-big thing she quite lovably fancies. I feel unworthy of her adoration but accept it and strive to be honest about my faults and humble about my strengths.

For Christmas, among other things, for like $20, I got her a pack of 30 cotton bandanas. She will not need to borrow mine anymore, even though it is cute to see her tap her head after she is in the house with me and Momma. It is not that I dislike her borrowing from me; it’s that I want her to have her own in case someday I do not live here in Madison. The rest of what I have bought for her is not really related to TUGs or our status as Cool Girls, so I won’t go into it.

Needless to say, Annie was happy with her present and proudly spoke of how she could look just like her big sister. I think she was under the impression that I wore them for reasons like some of my friends, such as Erin, did. I didn’t practice such a noble act of faith that had spread to Erin as a result of the positive influence of another friend of mine, but I admit it was noble. Nah, I was a Cool Girl and embraced it, including the nickname “Gangsta Row” I so happily bore.

For Paulina, among other things, I got her a sweatshirt from my college since she loves that kind of shirt best of all. She quickly replaced her own shirt with the new one and gave me a hug that more than showed her appreciation. My older sister is such a doll, and it is a happy moment for Papa to see his daughters all together, making each other happy.

Papa left after lunch, and friends arrived to help us celebrate the rest of our day. Yesterday was our get together with Momma’s brother and his family who lived right next door. Today is for us to do what we wish with those closest to us. I already spent Western Christmas with Papa at his house, so he leaves Annie, Paulina, and me to enjoy an Eastern Christmas. Erin and Kristina are now joining the party.

Kristina really embraces the cowgirl vibe, but today she embraces it in a more typical manner for herself. She is really a pretty sight when dressed like a true cowgirl. The cowgirl boots are just a part of the vibe: she has a calf-length green denim skirt with white flowers above the bottom hem and a green-and-black button-up flannel shirt with long sleeves. That’s a real cowgirl. Perhaps I like most the simple disposition she wears on her face while her blonde hair is held behind her by a black scrunchie. No bandanas are needed for her. Yet.

Erin Sjaastad is a walking symbol of true Christian piety that Russians like me really appreciate in so many ways. She has a splash of color in the form of her Christmas bandana that has white dotted outlines of Christmas trees and snowflakes. It was a cute choice for a festive girl who had a festive spirit. A green and white diagonally striped cotton skirt, matching knee socks, white slip-on shoes, and a green turtleneck t-shirt aptly summarized this wonderful girl.

I am quite casually dressed myself, wearing a pair of navy sweatpants, my own t-shirt from my college, which is white with navy lettering, and a navy blue kerchief bandana. Yes, I am comfy wearing just a short-sleeve t-shirt since we are inside. Just for my mother, I am wearing my hair down for today. I embrace my status as a Cool Girl known as “Gangsta Row” when, after Papa has left, I add navy blue bandana wristbands from my TUG bandanas. White canvas shoes are a standard footwear for me as are white crew socks.

Paulina, I mentioned, put on her new sweatshirt, which is the opposite of my shirt with navy blue and white letters. It’s a disaster because she was wearing crayon purple sweatpants beforehand; I do not tell her that it looks bad because she is too delighted to celebrate her first Christmas ever with her little sisters. The pink sneakers looked better when she had a pink shirt on, though.

Annila, my little sister Annie, eagerly dons her new red bandana and her new Kansas City Chiefs (her favorite American football team) long-sleeve t-shirt. Her blue jeans match anything, and her white canvas shoes and white socks go with nearly anything. The kerchief bandana looks better on her than the same color does on me, although I will wear any color despite such criticisms. It is Annie whose hair is in the braid this time, held by a white scrunchie.

I stand up and quietly go to my room this time. I put a white bandana on myself as a mask, and I collect my three unique TUG bags. The first has my standard rope and tape; the second has my scarves; the third has my heavy duty things like cinches and zips. I calmly take the water pistol from my bag and walk into the living room. Too bad Erin didn’t bring her ribbon.

“Freeze, every single one of you,” I announce using my naturally accent from when I speak to Momma in Russian, “This is robbery. Obey me to minimize your risk of harm.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Erin calmly leads the quartet, “What do you want from us?”
“Slowly stand up and empty your pockets. I can tell one has no pockets, but other three.”
“Just do what she says,” again, the eldest girl is the leader, and they all obey.
“Good. Christmas blonde stays up; rest lie down on floor with your hands behind you.”

Christmas blonde is obviously Erin, the girl who was just a few inches shorter than my 5’9” and wearing the kerchief bandana. Yes, she was a blonde, a lovely blonde at that. Sjaastad’s are all pale blonde haired and blue eyed. Kristina is shinier in her hair, whereas Erin has dull hair. My first captive has wanted to try this since our last adventure just two days before and even told her sister about it, and that sister in turn told me.

Scarf bondage is quite different. It's soft and restrictive, but you must be careful in how you use the fabric squares because they're much smaller than rope but need to be knotted like rope. Erin receives the first of many scarves when I bind her wrists behind her back. I decide at this point I will use her as my hostage and, like Momma, force other girls to do my bidding. I sit down on the sofa with Erin and tightly hand gag her; she cannot resist the Gangsta Row.

“You. Little girl. You will strip your feet of your socks and sneakers. You will do this to girl in sweatshirt and girl I am holding.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Annila has learned her kidnapping game obedience from watching others.

Annila carefully unknots her sneakers and Paulina's and removes the socks from their feet. They are all silent during this process. My little sister does not need much time to do this, but she is a meticulous girl who likes things done right, like Papa. She understands the power of obedience and does not want me to do them any harm.

My little sister is the youngest of 3 sisters but the fourth of our father’s 5 children. Papa, Martin Räänta, a native of Helsinki, shacked up with a woman in Tallinn, Estonia. With that woman, he had two children, Paulina and the oldest of our siblings, Martin Jr. Then he left that woman, who was a drunkard, and left his children in the care of their maternal grandparents, and he moved to the city of Leningrad, today St. Petersburg. In Russia, he met Momma, Katerina Lagunova, and they fell in love so much that they married, and soon they had a little girl, me. When I was about a year old, my parents moved from Russia to this little house, next door to Momma's brother and his family. Papa became a drunkard, harmed me in a rage, and left my life for 15 years. He and Momma made amends, but he moved to Kansas City while he reformed his life. There, he met a fellow Finn, and he remarried and had Annie and our baby brother, Victor. Despite three wives, we sisters all look similar enough that we are undoubtedly related. Victor and Martin Jr. do not have this resemblance.

It is sad for me. I had to track down my older siblings and find them. I wanted to do so, but my heart was broken by my encounters with Martin Jr. He is worse of a drunk than Papa ever was and has spent three stints in prison for violent actions that arose from his drunkenness: assaults, car accidents, and so on. He has said terrible things to both Paulina and me in his rages. Victor and Annie were born later, so they only know the reformed version of Papa, a man who is noble and strong in spirit.

It was years before I reunited with Papa, giving him part of my own liver so he would live and not die from liver failure. He was only a drunk for about 3 years of his life, yet he still ended up in such a sad situation. I have many regrets about pushing my father away for so long when he’d truly changed, but that is in the past. Now, I choose to rejoice that he is back in my life and that he and Momma are considering a reunification.

“Give me your socks,” I toss bags of zips on Paulina, “use those and tie up this girl very well.”
“Yes, ma’am,” is all Annie says while I hold the socks near Erin's mouth.
“Open up wide!” I hold them so that she has to take a big whiff of them.
“Nmmmm,” she turns her head away from me in a most defiant manner.
“Open up,” I smack her on the butt with a deal of force, and she yelps, “Good girl!”
“Mmmmm” she grimaces at the flavor of Annie's socks, and I giggle a little at her reaction.

Annie calmly obeys and uses the zips on Paulina to great effect. Typically, I only use the really thin zips on big toes and fingers, 1/4 inch ones for binding limbs, and 1/2 inch ones for binding securing torsos, whether tying arms to the torso or securing someone to a piece of furniture, as they are longer as well. Yeah, Paulina is in deep trouble.

I hold the mewing and squirming Erin with ease, especially once I wrap my legs around hers. I am enjoying this position, especially since I am so deviously masked. It’s fun to be in Momma’s normal position while she just watches me do my best to fulfill the same devilish duties that she normally performs like a natural. I can even menacingly talk in Russian to them.

“I will tickle you endlessly.”
“I will spank you until you cry.”
“You will never escape my grasp.”
“I will steal your Christmas cookies.
“Your portions of dessert are mine.”
“You will never see your families again.”

Paulina is bound up in the way that I would choose if I were doing it. The medium zips bind her arms in four places, her lower legs in four places, and her upper legs in three places. The biggest zips secure her arms to her torso at her waist and on either side of her boobs. A little zip secures her big toes. I have decided to spare Paulina from a dirty sock gag so she may discover one of my favorites: the homemade rubber ball.

The ball is just a dog toy. I can handle 3 inches, so Paulina should be able to handle 2.5 inches. Through the holes of the rubber ball I pass a clean white handkerchief. I toss the ball gag to my little sister, who jams the rubber into Paulina’s mouth and tightly knots the handkerchief. There is no way for Paulina to ditch that gag. All the while, my hand holds Annie’s socks in Erin’s big mouth. It’s like these Sjaastad’s stretched their mouths from so many sock gags over the years!

How shall I do this? Annie has been tied with scarves and ribbon now. Zips and cinches are too rough for a teenager, although she does have pants and long sleeves. She just had a chair tie. Oh well, I will have her put Kristina aside first. I will deal with this in the simplest possible fashion, and I can see the eager, hopeful smile on her face. Christmas has been very special indeed. I ask Momma for her opinion, and to my surprise she suggests the cinches for Annie! OK, Momma, if you say so! I trust you enough that I will do this and try my best to be careful on my little sister.

I look at Erin and see a sparkle in her eyes. I have done nothing to earn such a kindly gaze from her, but she gives it anyway. We naturally gel just like I gel with her sister and Kristina gels with Annie. The Sjaastad and Räänta families are a natural match for each other, and I can feel many more blessings will come for both of our families with the passage of time. My captive is having fun trying to escape my grip, and she knows I am saving her for last.

“Take rope, and tie up cowgirl,” I order Annie concerning Kristina in my exaggerated accent.
“OK,” Annie does as I say without any questions, although it’s really clothesline and not rope.

Kristina gets treated with the loving intensity as Paulina. Ropes go up her arms in three places to tie her up tightly. Up her lower legs go four, and up her thighs go three. It is a classic binding of which I expect Kristina will not escape. The harness is simple, but it includes cinching through the armpits that will help keep the captive in place. I hand a similar 2.5 inch blue rubber ball gag to Annie, who gags Kristina with it with playful remorse.

Now, I really turn up the evil and hand her a roll of blue duct tape. Annie knows what to do just by experience. Paulina and Kristina both have their faces crushed under the sticky gluey tape to force the rubber balls deep into their mouths. Annie has to figure that I am going to do worse to her than she has just done to the others, and her guess would be correct.

Cinch straps, velcro straps ranging from 1/4 to 3 inches wide, are an amazing thing. But before I can do that I must take care of this girl in my arms, and I reach into my bag for one of my larger scarves. This scarf is my favorite for gags for reasons that will soon become obvious. This scarf is so big that I am able to pull it between Erin’s jaws, forcing Annie’s socks into her mouth, and I single knot it behind her head. I then wrap the scarf around her head again, through her jaws and behind her again in two more loops. Then I double knot the gag with confidence that she cannot spit the socks out any time soon.

“Do not run, or my punishment will be severe,” I warn Erin, and she nods in understanding.

I lay Erin down on the sofa and take a hold of my bag with the straps. Annie lies down without a complaint and lets out a big gulp as if she were truly in distress. Cinches are no laughing matter as they achieve strength in numbers. The 1 inch cinches are perfect for most of the five bonds on the arms, four on the legs, and three on the thighs, except that the wrist and ankles binds are tied with 2 inch straps instead. Wide strips, 3 inches wide and 96 inches long, wrap above and below her boobs, and another wraps about her waist. She is forced to curl into a ball with yet another 96 inch strap wrapping her thighs to her chest.

Into Annie's mouth goes yet another gag. I stuff a clean white handkerchief in her mouth first to keep her quiet, and then I wrap her face up in vet wrap. Four layers of cleave gag are followed by eight layers of OTM wrap gag. There is still work to go, but Annie has done an outstanding job. The red vet wrap perfectly coordinates with her shirt and bandana just as I hoped. My little sister is easily the cutest damsel in distress of all time.

Then I still have Erin, the scarf lover, who is already on the road to helplessness. I can ignore the others at long last and begin tying up my blonde friend as best as I can. Scarves are so much fun in their own way, and I begin by tying Erin's arms above her elbows first and her ankles second. It is just like tying up someone in any other way, but with a different material. Erin groans just a little to add some drama to things.

I still have so much to do. I tie her arms together again and finish tying her legs up well with her legs and thighs each being bound with 3 scarves. Scarves go on either side of her boobs and are knotted quite tightly, and another goes at her waist. Erin will not be escaping this anytime soon. I have the advantage, but she still moans a lot as if she has a fighting chance. Now comes a fun part: toes.

Annie tied no one's toes. Since she didn't, I will. For Annila, it is a little cinch that secures her big toes. For Paulina, it is a thin zip, and for Kristina it is twine. For Erin, it is rubber bands on her toes, just like the ones from the grocery store. I have a large spool of twine, but I decide not to tie their fingers together. It is Christmas, and I will let escape be possible.

Or not. Hogties are essential. I first hogtie both Paulina and Kristina from their ankles to their wrists and force them to touch. Then, I use twine on Kristina and another zip on Paulina to put them in a second hogtie from their big toes to their elbows. I take another 96 inch strap and force it to wrap around Annie's ankles and thighs to finish her ball ties.

These gags and such are insufficient. Paulina and Kristina need more than a simple gag. Yes, they have been taped, but blindfolds are needed. For Kristina, I choose a yellow bandana since it is obvious; for Paulina, I choose pink. They need to sniff shoes, all three of them who are ready for it. Annie and Paulina each get one of Erin's shoes, but Kristina gets one of my church pumps on her nose. Annie is wrapped with a medical bandage for this, and the others are wrapped in more blue duct tape.

Now, it is time for Erin's scarf fetish to be fulfilled. I start by sitting up my friend and tying a big scarf OTM gag, and then I tie the first “babushka” scarf where the fabric is pulled over the head and tied under the chin. Against her face goes my pump, heel side against her nose, and I tie her second scarf gag before I change my mind. Instead, I undo that last bit, and I put Paulina’s socks against her instead so I can tie a regular scarf OTN gag and a second scarf cleave gag to trap the socks in place. A second babushka gag follows.

As Momma has done to me, so I do to Erin. I pull a scarf over her head like I am tying a scarf as a kerchief, but instead it comes over her eyes and nose so I can knot it under her hair just like her bandana. The next one is another OTN gag to overlap with the headscarf, and a third cleave gag follows all that. I tie a regular style scarf blindfold over all this, another babushka gag, and one final scarf OTM gag. To seal it up, I gently tie a white handkerchief as a neckerchief.

I stand up, take out my phone, and take many pictures of the lovely ladies. They are helpless as can be, and they’re all squirming in their respective positions. I sit Annie on one of the sofas so she can be more comfortable sitting next to Erin. I place Kristina on the table to struggle in her rope hogtie. I put Paulina on the other sofa and sit next to Erin. My little scarf girl needs more to her bonds, so I use two red bandanas to cinch the boob scarves through her armpits and knot them around her arms.

“Mmmmmmm,” Annie looks at me from either side of my pump and squirms.

I can see the satisfaction in her eyes. Last time we played, Erin and I were the ones tied up in the cinch straps, and I managed to escape. It was a special moment in these games we play because it was the first time I’d ever escaped after being tied up by Momma, whether by her ordering one of my fellow captives to tie me up or her tying me up herself. Now, Annie wanted to escape my clutches as well. I could see the adoration in her eyes, but I could see the competitive fire too.

Paulina and Kristina had the deck unfairly stacked against them, but Kristina was roped and had a miniscule chance of realistically freeing herself in her state. On the other hand, Paulina wasn’t too likely to find a pair of scissors lying around on the floor. She could sure try. I’d certainly be entertained if she did. Then again, she and Kristina are blindfolded.

“Mmmmm!” my little sister repeats to grab my attention again, and then she struggles again.
“You want me to be looking at you right now, don’t you?” I ask while holding Erin.
“Ah oh ou, ahhy!” her gag talk is garbled, but I can tell she means, “I love you, Sammy!”
“I love you too, my precious little sister. Having my sisters makes Christmas better.”
“Mmm hmm,” she then grimaces on the taste of raw cotton, which is better than socks at least.
“How are you, my scarved beauty?” I return to my Russian criminal character.
“Gnnnnn,” Erin quietly groans and struggles in her many-layered head prison.

She tries to escape my grasp, but I am too strong for her ordinarily let alone when she is tightly bound and gagged. I wrap my legs around hers and begin tickling her rib cage with my strong fingers. She cannot do anything to resist my sinister actions, but she can laugh. The scarves are probably already smothering enough, and having to laugh like this will only make life harder for her while she is helplessly bound and gagged. I do my own captives the things I like best when I am a captive in my own right. It’s just the right way. Love them as I wish to be loved.

Tickling’s a progressive torture. You start by being forced to laugh until you no longer can laugh but must continue to do something in response. This is when you begin to giggle, but you soon can no longer giggle. Then, you will chuckle, and you’ll chuckle until chuckling is too strenuous and begin groaning. This is a groan of pain, and at this point you will only groan until you can’t physically take anymore tickling. The groan of pain is the ideal stage at which to end tickling a person. Sooner is safe; later is dangerous. What varies is how long each stage lasts for someone.

Erin has been getting tied up and tickled for almost 20 years. Just because she isn't into exercise doesn't mean she has no endurance. She is quite the fighter when she wants to be one, and she is not letting me have an easy time of things. I am blessed to have friends like her, friends who will share in merriment, mirth, and sadness alike. The scarves ensure my friend stays by my side.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Guuhhhhhh huh huuuuuuhhhhhhh!” she laughs into her many gags.

I do not know why scarf bondge became my favorite except perhaps that it was the first thing my dear mother used to tie me up. There are no secrets between Momma and me, and the only ones between Annie and me are those things that are not appropriate for young teens. They both have heard of my friends from college and how they first tied me up as a prank before telling me that it was a thing they really did. Momma could tell by the rare happiness in my voice that my new friends (then new) were making my life happier. She not only approved but surprised me once by tying me up while I was taking a nap! That was the beginning of our many adventures.

There is something to admire in each of these girls here. Erin has simple piety. Kristina has an unparalleled sense of right and wrong. Paulina is kind almost to a fault, even with strangers. I am none of these things, but Annie here shows signs of being all those things. Most of all, my little sister has a natural instinct for good and bad people. I know she is watching me so closely that she is not even taking time to escape the cinch straps that bind her at the moment.

I can tell Kristina is a bit bored with things. She doesn't enjoy being tied up and ignored like I do and like Annie does. She wants either attention or something to spur her onwards. I am taking a page out of Momma's book, and I leave Erin for a moment. I take a scarf and wrap a can of corn inescapably in the scarf, and I tie the scarf around Kristina’s neck. I do the same things with my big sister. This is so much fun! I like being on top every so often, like maybe 20% of the time.

“You have just 20 minutes to escape before the can opens and releases nerve gas that will knock you out for at least 30 minutes, during which time I will take you to my lair.”
“No no no!” that gets Kristina's attention, and Momma kindly sets a timer for me.
“Mmmmmm!” Paulina groans.
“Come to me,” I resume my position for tickling Erin.
“Mmmmm! Mmm hmm hmm mmmmmmmmm!”
“Well, hmph!” Annie wants my attention so badly that she's offended by my tickling Erin.

Tickling is so much fun to both give and receive. Poor Erin is being pushed beyond the laughter stage to the giggling stage. That stage or the next one is my personal favorite because it means I am being really tested. It's all in fun, and clean fun is best. Perhaps not all play TUGs, but not all who play TUGs play them to be dirty either. That gag must taste wonderful by now. Annie is an excellent choice for your mouth, isn't she? I thought you would agree.

Ah, the amazing pained chuckle. I think is trying to beg me for mercy. She must be sweating up a thunderstorm under those layers of scarves that are gagging her, for it is a fantastic gag if you want my opinion. It is my absolute favorite way to be tied, and perhaps I will tell you about one time I was tied up quite similarly by Momma.

My sister and my other friend are struggling so much. I could have twined Kristina's fingers, but I wanted her to struggle, get sweaty, and try to escape. Paulina I knew would be helpless, but the game is more fun when you feel like you have a fair chance to escape. Again, this is strictly my own method and preference. Not all would be satisfied and would wish I’d taken that extra mile on top of the taunting of the timed escape challenge.

“GMMMMMMMMMMM!” Erin has reached her limit and is now just groaning.
“You are done, my friend,” I say to her and remove all down to the first babushka scarf.
“Mmmmm,” she nods her head in genuine gratitude.
“How are you?” I turn to my little sister.

Annie has made no progress on the cinch straps. She was too busy watching me and Erin, seeing us interact, and learning all she could from us. It is absolutely adorable, and I hope she learned a little something from seeing how I paid attention to Erin to know she was OK under all the layers of scarves. My little sister, you are such a joy.

Look at you huffing on that pump without complaint despite it being my stinky church shoe. Am I underestimating you? Do you enjoy this simple scenario in which I’ve out you? Are you being a quiet little captive who perhaps is enjoying captivity too much to take advantage of what ought to be an easy escape? Is the little Kansas City Chiefs fan having thoughts of playoff glory by any chance? Indeed, I think you have too much fun in general, win or lose. Remember, Annie, that I am trained to win; I am a rower. You are supposed to do your best and be as gracious in victory as in defeat, but you enjoy being my captive enough you do not care.

Find me another girl who, on January 7th, 2020, was wearing a Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt, a red kerchief bandana, and blue jeans and who was also bound with cinch straps and gagged, all while enjoying the entire thing. I’m waiting. You're reading this in 2024, and I’m still waiting. We’ve played so many variations on this theme, but this was the beginning of something funny. I have to go back two weeks to explain. For Western Christmas at Papa's house, I got Annie the white away version of the Kansas City Chiefs shirt. Now, although she has grown since then, it is the same as it was then. Red kerchief with the red shirt; white kerchief with the white shirt. But, it is the same; Annie wears a kerchief with those and all her other sports team shirts as well. I have never met a girl who watches so many sports so loyally, is knowledgeable, and is as calm in her fandom as Annie. She watches hockey, football, and even NASCAR and is cool as a cucumber watching all of them. Yes, we have spent many hours cuddling while she watches a sport, and it is almost always true that one of us is bound and gagged while she enjoys her entertainment.

Paulina and Kristina also deserve words of praise. Kristina is a bound and determined cowgirl, pun intended, desperately trying to escape her tight bondage. She is a competitor through and through, like me, although she does not compete at sports. She has her artistic talents, and TUGs are one of the finer arts in my opinion. I enjoy the emotions of family and friendship that always come out as a result of these games, and few people I know enjoy such aspects like Miss Kristina Sjaastad. She is fiercely loyal to her own and those whom she welcomes in her castle. To earn a place in her heart is not easy, but my family has claimed a special place in her life. Despite there being an age gap between all of us, with none of us being the same age, we all get along so well.

Paulina, my big sister, is the joy of TUGs personified. She doesn't put much effort into escaping and simply enjoys the game, trying different things to see what happens. She particularly seems to enjoy the games where there is a “plot” of some sort, like the can of vegetables tied around her neck threatening to gas her out if she does not escape. She now is trying harder to escape, but it is a brutal position with the zips. I do not see escape in her future since she cannot get scissors.

Erin is trying to hop around, and I cannot have that. I must hogtie her, it seems. Alas, Erin, you are a royal pain around here, and you have earned what comes next. I effortlessly force her onto the sofa and hogtie her from her ankles to her elbows using a scarf. She has her back to Annie; I am ready to perform some more torture since it is apparently essential. I speak of spanking, but I have not yet done any. Now, it is time to delight my captive even more than I already have.

SMACK! I plant my hand upon her though the skirt provides a little padding.
“Samantha,” my mother asks in clean Russian, “On other days, yes. But on Christmas?”
“Momma,” I try to justify myself, “She likes it when I do this to her. It’s her favorite.”
“Tickling was enough,” Momma insists with her typical sweet smile.
“Yes, Momma,” I obey and gently rub Erin’s rear to soothe the pain because I spank hard.
“Mmmmm!” Erin squirms in the tight scarf bondage.

Annie is sympathetic towards me despite being, in general, too young for more than a rare smack once in a while. I cannot comprehend just how much Annie and I love each other; it’s genuinely unthinkable that half-sisters would not unite until so late in the younger one’s life and become as close to each other as we have. She calmly sucks upon the large handkerchief in her mouth and never complains for a moment. How precious is she! How blessed we are to have each other.

How blessed I am to have all five of these girls in my lives. Momma is obvious, because she is a good mother. Paulina is a devoted big sister, a girl determined to do right by all her relations and loved ones despite a very, very distorted upbringing. Erin is a closed door at first, but when she opens up you discover a girl who understands the true joy in Christ. Kristina is like Erin, but she is an art gallery instead, full of rich beauty. And then Annie, a girl who despite being a teenager who lost her mother maintains the joyful curiosity of life and people like a toddler while being as aware of the world and its goods and evils as one of the babushkas at church.

Since she is already ready for more courtesy the vet wrap, I decide to add to Annie’s gag. I tie a white handkerchief, which I fold into a wide strip of fabric, over her mouth as an OTM gag. It’s functionally useless, but it is a cute contrast to the red shirt and bandana that prominently feature white as the second color. I tie the knot very tightly and do not go easy just because Annie is my little sister. In fact, as a little sister, she deserves to witness just how strong I am, no?

“Annie is so blessed to have you,” Momma says while getting up to go into the kitchen.
“Mmm hmmmm!” she nods so eagerly that I blush and squirm more in my seat than she does.
“I… I suppose you are right. I am more blessed to have her though.”

“You still do not understand, Samantha. Your father was dying. Annie was young. She grew up hearing all about her big sister, the amazing, pretty rower. She saw photos, heard Papa speak of you, and heard stories that Papa’s friends, and I, relayed to him. She grew hearing Papa’s praise of you, telling her that if her big sister Samantha gave him another chance then she would be so much happier. You did more than that, though, Samantha. You saved your father’s life despite that bitter hatred you kept in your heart. Then, when Annie’s mother died, you spent so many nights sitting on sofa with Annie and Victor while one of them cried. Sammy,” I perked up when she said that because Momma only called me Sammy except at special moments, “Please believe us when we say we love you, that you did a good thing, and that you’re a good person even if we are all human and make mistakes. You are making another memory right now, and someday you will be old and have these sisters, God willing you’re all still alive, loving you even more than at the present. Sammy, you are blessing, even to Sjaastad girls and your other friends from school.”

I start crying. I am a self-loathing girl at times, and I cannot bear such kind words from my dear mother. I feel guilty for how I had been to my father, depriving him, Annie, and Victor for those years. I am so short-sighted that I forget how precious it is to spend so much time together as we have done since then! When I look up, I see Erin looking at me sadly, and I see disappointment on Annie’s face. How shameful I am being, but they love me. What joy it is to have them in my life! How much I love them too, and how many things I learn from them! I should be happy that they are in my lives, so I dry my tears and smile, whispering into their ears what they mean to me even if they cannot respond to what I say. A gift for Christmas for all of us!

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” my timer goes off, and my captives pretend to faint.

What a fun day it has been, but it is time to release my captives. Dessert awaits, and I would like Annie to be able to go home without marks from her bondage. It has been such a wonderful day for all of us, learning and growing together. Erin has discovered a new way she likes to be tied up; Paulina has learned another way to be tied; Annie has discovered a renowned love for me; and Kristina has discovered a new way to play TUGs.

Annie, Momma, Kristina, Paulina, and Erin, I love you.

THE END

[Caesar73]

I do like this Series very much - I just gave the latest Chapter a quick Glance. Since it is a rather long Chapter. I will comment when I had the time to read it completely and thoroughly.

[hafnermg]

I love this family. We are our own worst enemies sometimes, and it's not easy to beat ourselves.

[AlexUSA3]

I love this family. We are our own worst enemies sometimes, and it's not easy to beat ourselves.

These stories are among my favorite ones to write even. There is so much that can be packed into each tale because the characters are similar enough to gel but different enough to seem like real people.

I do like this Series very much - I just gave the latest Chapter a quick Glance. Since it is a rather long Chapter. I will comment when I had the time to read it completely and thoroughly.

I apologize for the length.