The Joy's of Christmas - Chapter 3 (F/MFFF)

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This will be a three-part tale that I intend to finish by Christmas Eve or the day before

The Joy’s of Christmas - Chapter 1 (FF/FF)
Saturday, December 23, 2023

“Michael, I miss her so much,” Joy spoke, of course, of her late cousin, Joy.
“You lost your Joy, and I lost my Beth,” Michael said thoughtfully.
“Yeah…,” Joy held their now 1 year-old daughter and smiled.
“Anyway, are you ready to play hostess?” the husband asked his wife.
“I need Joy back,” the wife pensively responded with a deep, heartfelt sigh.
“Look, my sisters will be here soon. Chill and have fun,” his smile reassured her.

Joy, now 27, and Michela had spent their last Christmas in Mudville with her family, and they’d spent their first one as a married couple here with his family. Now, Joy was hosting Christmas as a wife and mother. She was supposed to be spending her day making Christmas cookies with her sisters-in-law, but instead she was wiping a tear from her eye while staring at the Christmas tree,

Joy adjusted her kerchief and looked at the picture on the wall, the special picture taken that day just 2 years ago, on Joy’s 25th birthday, also her and Michael’s wedding day. The photo showed the three Joy’s… Joy Suzanna Fredericks Sjaastad, Joy Alexandra Fredericks , and Joy Samantha DeWitt. Three days later, Joy Samantha died from a heart attack, caused by rheumatoid arthritis that she didn't even know she had. Every Christmas, from when they were 11 years old, the three Joy’s made all of the Christmas cookies for their families and sometimes made desserts, too.

The 5’4” dark blonde stood there with her purple skirt swishing about her ankles, her purple knee socks visible since she wore black slip-on shoes. She had a black V-neck t-shirt with it. On her head, she wore a purple camouflage bandana as a kerchief as a sign of her prayerful struggle. It was a real struggle that she felt right now. She didn't even notice her eldest sister-in-law, Erin, at her side until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Silently, Joy buried her face in Erin’s shoulder.

Erin and Kristina were a godsend to Joy’s life, a source of comfort in the midst of grief. Joy was a private girl like her sisters-in-law, but she was usually able to control her emotions. Normally, it would be the other way around, with Joy being the one comforting another person. The loss of her cousin, two years later, still burned in her heart.

The sad girl looked up to see the familiar face, her head covered with a busy Christmas kerchief bandana with trees and wreaths and other appropriate symbols of the season. With it, Erin wore a typical outfit of a white turtleneck t-shirt, a beige pullover jacket, a brown skirt, beige leggings, red-and-white candy cane striped crew socks, and beige slip-on-shoes. Erin loved Joy more than any of the other two Sjaastad sisters, and they both knew it despite never saying it.



“I’m sorry,” was all Erin said, but it was all Joy needed to hear at this moment.
“I’m sorry, too,” Joy said, knowing that Christmas was extremely difficult for the Sjaastad girls.

Erin was a couple inches taller than Joy and blessed with a weak frame and autoimmune disease, although few outside her inner circle would ever call these things a blessing. The oldest Sjaastad had struggled before with alcoholism, and through coming home she found healing, especially in her now sister-in-law. She now followed Joy’s simple piety of fashion with similar piety.

Then there was Kristina, who stood with her arms crossed as if with slight reservation. She was a taller version of Erin with a thicker frame. The distinctive platinum blonde hair and pale blue eyes characterized all three sisters, but only Kristina had the distinctive thick swatch of natural brown hair that emerged from the nape of her neck. That swatch was precious to every Sjaastad sibling because their late mother had the exact opposite: brown with a platinum blonde swatch.

Kristina Sjaastad was dressed for the season with similar red-and-white candy cane knee socks, but she had her beloved brown cowboy boots instead. Her skirt was red with green wreaths on it, and her red-and-green plaid long-sleeve button-up flannel shirt showed a reserved side. Her hair was held back by a red scrunchie. On her head, though, she wore a nutcracker kerchief bandana headband, a symbol of her love of Tchaivosky’s ballet. As a concert cellist now studying music in college, music was something she openly shared and that all her loved ones learned to enjoy.



“Who could that be?” Joy suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
“Maybe Bridgie came to surprise us?” Kristina asked hopefully, “Join the fun?”
“I’ll go see,” Joy looked through the peephole, “WHAT?! JOY!”
“Huh?” the sisters looked at each other in confusion and shrugged their shoulders.
“JOY! JOY!” Joy swung the door open and ushered in the unexpected visitor with hugs and kisses, “Oh, Alexandra, you’re just the person I needed to see today!”
“Cousin!” a taller, thinner, glasses-wearing version of Joy entered the house, “Surprise!”

Erin giggled in a way that betrayed her foreknowledge of the visit, perhaps even being part of an elaborate conspiracy for the cousin to arrive unexpectedly on a day planned for love, baking, and TUGs. The cousins almost danced with the taller Joy being nearly picked up off the floor by the shorter Joy. They laughed, hugged, kissed, pranced, danced, and commiserated.

Joy A. was a tall girl indeed, over 5’9”, but she had the same frame expected of a double cousin. Her eyes were just as bright of a blue, and her blonde hair was just as long. She was thinner and in much better shape overall, as if she lightly exercised for health rather than muscle. She was a stark contrast to Joy, with red jeans, green crew socks, white canvas sneakers, a green t-shirt, and a white baseball cap. She demonstrated that same style of love that the short girl showed.

“I didn’t even know you were coming here for Christmas! Thank you so much, Alexandra.”
“C’mon, Suzanne, we can’t have a real Christmas without you, so my parents and siblings made a snap decision that I should come out here to spend Christmas with you.”
“You remember my in-laws, Erin and Kristina. You’ve seen lots of pictures of these two!”
“Of course. I’ve seen enough pictures of these two before you give them a good paddling!”
“Now, if you’re in my house, you have to sport a cooler look than that ball cap,” Joy laughed.
“Oh, all right, my beautiful hostess, give me that which will make me cooler,” Joy laughed too.

Joy gave Joy a red bandana to wear in place of her ball cap, and the younger but taller girl went to the bathroom to put the traditional paisley fabric square upon her head as a kerchief much like the one her cousin wore. Joy A. was fully aware of the Cool Girls’ Club, though readers who are familiar with the previous story, The Visitor, may recall that, as part of that story, came the revelation that Joy’s mother played TUGs with her siblings and cousins as a child. The shocking part was that all three Joy’s, it turned out, had started to play TUGs with their own sisters as well as their mothers, once the mothers let the daughters know that the TUGs weren’t as covert as the younger generation thought. None of the Joy’s knew of this until they were adults, or some 7 to 12 years after they’d started playing TUGs. In fact, two days before Joy’s wedding, she, Joy A., and Joy Samantha had a private get-together to play TUGs, and there’d been occasional meetups where games had taken place over the years. The cousins’ love had become even stronger!

There was much joy in the kitchen while the four girls made batches of dough. Fortunately, the hostess had plenty of aprons so that all of her guests needn’t worry about splutting their clothes with the cookie dough. Kristina and Erin loved their own Sjaastad cousins very much, but they had never seen anything like this in their lives. If Joy and Joy A. were this close to each other, then it was no wonder that Joy and Joy A. were so empty without the third Joy of the family.

“How about we go in teams?” Joy A. sweetly suggested, “Joy and I take the first hour of baking cookies while you two are tied up, then we switch and you two take the second hour?”
“Yeah,” Kristina’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the two cousins, “We’d love it, right, Erin?”
“Joy and Joy, it’s a great way to start. We’ll keep rotating in pairs all day,” Erin agreed.
“Would you mind a picture first?” the younger Sjaastad smiled, “You both have cookie dough on your noses, and between that and the matching aprons you’re wearing it’s the cutest sight.”
“It’s not Christmas,” Joy S. smiled back, “If the Joy’s don’t have cookie dough on their noses.”
“Then smile, beautiful Joy’s of Christmas,” Kristina’s eyes sparkled while she took the photo.

Once the photos were done, the younger, taller Joy wiped the cookie dough off the older, shorter Joy’s nose. The older girl pulled a purple bandana out of her pocket to do the task and wiped her own nose as well. It was only an unusual sight because few girls, especially 27 year-olds, kept a handkerchief on their person. At least this was how it appeared to them. It was nevertheless an incredibly sweet sight for the Sjaastad sisters to witness. Joy loved her own sister, but there was always something heart-warming about getting to witness a new loving dynamic such as this.

Kristina and Erin were asked to sit on two wooden chairs. The sisters could help but smile and comply with the request. Taking their place on the chairs, they watched as Joy handed a plastic bag to her cousin. In Joy A.’s hand was a bag of colorful zip ties, and in Joy’s were cinch straps. This was certainly going to a comfortable yet fun first round for the flexible girls. Joy used the black cinch straps to bind their wrists behind their backs while Joy A. used zip ties to bind their elbows. Both methods saw the binding work around the spindles of the chair back, though. Joy cinched their ankles to the legs of the chair, and Joy A. zipped their thighs together. It was quite a simple but effective way to tie the sisters to the chairs.

“Eat up,” Joy A. sweetly pushed that same purple bandana into Kristina’s mouth.
“Did you just gag my sister with your handkerchief?!” Erin cried out before she said, “MMM!”
“Oh, you silly!” Joy laughed while stuffing a red bandana in Erin’s mouth, “Of course not!”
“No!” the tall girl pulled a simple hankie with lace out of her other pocket, “It was a ruse.”
“She didn’t even leave the cookie dough on it before she put it back in her pocket,” Joy added.
“Mmm mmmm!” the captive sisters rolled their eyes and giggled at the clever prank.

In keeping with the simplicity of the first round, green bandanas cleave gagged the sisters, and a strip of microfoam tape covered their lips for a pretty and effective gag. Joy took a photo of both captives, the first of many photos to be taken that day for certain. The binding was tight, simple, and strong. They tested their bonds, but the rigidity of the bonds ensured no escape. They tried to squirm a little, and the chairs made a most pleasant creaking sound.

The cousins gave each other simultaneous low-fives with their right hands, took turns twisting to bump elbows, and bumped fists. Joy A. walked over to the two captives and gave them friendly kisses on the cheek and forehead. Kristina felt a distinct warmth from Joy A. and possibly liked the younger Joy better than her own sister-in-law. The younger Sjaastad smiled under her gag.

Joy and Joy went back to the kitchen, confident that their captives were safe. Besides, there was a perfect view of the living room from the kitchen. Kristina and Erin sucked on the bandanas in their mouths and enjoyed the bizarre form of humiliation. How unusual is it to be humiliated by being denied the pleasure of baking Christmas cookies for the family Christmas party? Kristina found a pleasant amusement in this simple situation.

“Wouldn't Samantha be happy if she could be with us?” Joy said while grabbing dough.
“Suzanne,” Joy A. smiled, “She sure would be. I sure loved her.”
“Alexandra, my only regret is that we were 22 before we learned we all played TUGs.”
“I know. I’m glad we didn't waste our time together,” the younger Joy’s smile grew larger.
“You're right,” the older Joy wiped a tear from her eye, “We cherished our moments in love.”
“We're better than cousins. We're double cousins!” giggles flew from Joy A.’s mouth.

Erin thought of her family's tragedy. It started with the sudden death of their mother's younger sister from undetected cancer. Then their mother turned to alcohol. The marriage between their parents came to an end, and then came Bridget’s impassioned plea for their mother to break her addiction and reunite their family. The next day, Bridget found their mother dead. Erin had the same genes, though, and in her mother's death she turned to alcohol, drinking her weekends into oblivion, often regaining her senses to find a friend at her side. After 2 years of living like that, Erin broke the cycle, and the next year she moved back into her childhood home.

Then Joy entered her life. Erin was taken aback by the unusual piety of Joy, especially how Joy practiced head covering as a matter of religious devotion to remind herself of what mattered and to help herself to resist temptation with her own addictions to alcohol and sex. Erin was moved to imitate this spirit and began to dress more modestly and to wear bandanas until it became her new habit, complete with the benefit of renewed confidence from her newfound identity.

Kristina slowly grew to accept Joy as a Sjaastad. As the youngest, she was raised in numerous family traditions, many of which began during Bridget or Erin’s lifetime, and to change any of those was unthinkable to her. She’d been given a heaping helping of humble pie. It wasn't any personal grudge against Joy; it was an immature, stubborn refusal to accept Joy as the family’s new in-law. But Bridget also got married. Now, both Kristina and Erin had serious suitors.

“There, that's four trays!” Joy A. popped a little of the remaining dough into her own mouth.
“I think it's our turn to be tied up now. What do you say?” Joy ate the other blob.
“Definitely,” the taller girl nods her head confidently, “Your in-laws are fun and sweet.”
“That’s because you’re also sweet. Why are you single? Urbana-Champaign scared you?”
“Because God has a different plan for me,” Joy A. played with her red bandana a little.
“When God made the three Joy’s, he knew we’d live up to our names in our own unique ways.”

Joy A. went over to release the captives while Joy checked on the cookies. She had a decidedly cheerful disposition that playfully interacted with both her older cousins and the Sjaastad girls, a welcome mix for all. The red bandana clearly hadn’t been chosen at random; Joy knew her little cousin, a tall girl with shining eyes. Joy A. was more energetic than Joy but was just as calm and motherly in how she handled captives. Joy had a tough headmistress side to which Joy A. was a perfect subordinate despite them easily switching between leadership and subordination.

The younger, taller Joy carefully cut each of the zips that bound the two girls and then undid both the cinch straps, freeing Kristina and Erin to remove their own gags. Kristina was charmed, with a part of her amazed by Joy A.’s simple joy that matched Joy’s piety. The sisters silently agreed that they immediately loved Joy A. as a friend, and they knew this was the beginning of a joyous friendship between them and the younger Joy. In this case, age really was just a number.

“Well, c’mon, cousin, take a seat,” Joy A. settled herself where Kristina had sat before, “Warm.”
“I’m guessing you have as solid of a stomach for dirty socks as Joy,” Kristina said and giggled.
“Oh, yeah, I’m a puker. Sweet Sam, God rest her soul, could take them. Smells are fine.”
“Aren't they just adorable?” Erin said while Joy took the other seat.
“That they are,” Kristina grabbed the cinch straps, “Like Bridgie and Joy.”
“Bridge… I wouldn't be here without her, and now I am her fourth sister,” Joy’s eyes glowed.

Erin bound Joy and Joy’s ankles and thighs in the same manner her own legs had been bound, a zip tie to bind their thighs together and cinch straps to secure their ankles to the legs of the chair. Joy and Joy were flexible, but not too flexible, so their arms were cinched to the side of the chair at the wrist and elbow. Kristina made ball gags using 2-inch blue dog balls and purple bandanas. Kristina liked these ball gags; Joy liked these ball gags; Kristina assumed Joy A. liked these ball gags, too. The big, strong girl saved her best for the gags, ensuring the captives couldn't speak.

The cousins looked at each other and giggled a bit. Erin took pictures of the cousin, who seemed to have no trouble talking to each other and understanding the gag talk. With a hearty smile, the Sjaastad sisters glided into the kitchen and took over for the next batch of cookies. Just because there was a 14 year age gap did not change that they adored each other. It seemed impossible for the baby Sjaastad to be nearing 20 years old let alone to be the tallest and strongest sister. There were many hardships over the years, and yet here they were even sharing a bedroom despite Erin being 33 years old just because they loved each other that much.

“My cookies aren't as pretty as yours,” Kristina studied a cookie that Erin cut out.
“Maybe, but my dough rolling skills don't compare to yours,” the older girl responded.
“OK, so we have different talents, but you’re still my beloved, talented, big sister.”
“Really,” Erin waved a rolling pin, “You’re not talented on the cello? L-I-E-S, lies, lies, LIES!”
“Ha ha ha!” the Joy’s laughed differently; the former knew; the latter was pleasantly amused.
“Behave yourself, Kristina Sjaastad, or you’ll spend the day tied up in the closet.”
“Well, ummm,” Kristina paused in thought, “That’s a tough choice depending on how I’m tied.”
“It won’t be one of those fun, easy to escape ties, for sure. You’ll get a rough spanking, too!”

Joy and Joy simply looked at each other. The taller girl looked at the shorter one with a glow in her eye. For the first time, she showed any hints of personal pain at the loss of the third Joy, and it emphasized just how tightly knit the three cousins were. The Sjaastad sisters could see it, feel it, and empathize. How would their dynamic change if one of them were to suddenly die? They had a fantastic example, though, in the three cousins who never wasted a moment together, and a rarity they were in that they naturally did so without foreknowledge of the suffering to come! An important wake-up call came to all when Joy nearly died in childbirth. Joy was a strong girl, but baby Beth breached. Joy suffered a lot in labor, and she wasn’t sure if it was genetics or chance.

Kristina was especially curious about one aspect of Joy and her cousin and watched both closely. Joy and Bridget, especially now as married women, would engage in escape races where they’d be tied up identically; since both had a natural, even if not exceptional, prowess for escaping the bonds into which they’d been placed, the races were always interesting. Most of these races had either Kristina or Erin as the one doing the binding, often with the other sister bound merely for the enjoyment of being bound. Each Joy was squirming as though escape were on her mind; the shorter Joy squirmed with a calm determination; the taller Joy squirmed more energetically.

With time, blobs of drool began to form on the ball gags in each cousin’s mouth. Laughter came out of their mouths from this simple, natural reaction to the gags. More drool followed this with a laughter even coming from the Sjaastad girls, who were pulling the first batch of these cookies out of the oven. The elder Joy got her own arms out of the cinch straps and immediately undid a cinch for her cousin as well. With a giggle, Joy hobbled to the kitchen, got the scissors, snipped the cinch on her thighs, and went over to her cousin and snipped the equivalent. They unknotted their gags, used the corners of the bandanas to wipe their mouths, and exchanged cheek kisses.

“I hope Mike and Beth are having as much fun as us,” Joy meticulously played with her skirt.
“I strongly doubt that,” Joy A. likewise fixed her jeans with determination.
“Sis,” Joy asked Erin, “While Mike’s gone, help me wrap his present? There’s ribbon involved!”
“With pleasure!” Erin’s eyes glowed, “Did you get that tool for his woodworking?”
“I did, and I can’t tell you how much it is helping him when he’s building stuff.”
“You really like getting your hands dirty,” Erin shut the door to the bedroom behind them.
“I really do,” Joy then grabbed Erin and hand gagged her, “Be quiet, my friend.”
“Mmmmmmmmm,” the captive squirmed a little, but she had no chance against Joy.
“You’re getting kidnapped; but Kristina will get a choice. It’s ribbon time, my dear.”

Red and green plaid cotton Christmas ribbon bound Erin’s wrists and elbows together behind her back, and Joy also tied a simple harness and a waist rope. She also bound Erin’s upper and lower thighs, knees, and ankles. One of Joy’s purple knee socks nicely filled Erin’s mouth; 2 inch blue electrical tape wrapped her head to seal the sock in her mouth; the other sock was pulled over her nose and tied in place. Joy didn’t need help to wrap the present; but she wanted to wrap Erin.

Kristina and Joy A. were happily getting along. Despite an age gap of over 7 years, they found a lot of common ground since Joy A. had an ear for the kind of music that Kristina enjoyed to play the most, they liked many of the same things about TUGs, and they enjoyed baking for the same reasons. Kristina had lots of experience with having to put herself in the mind of people who are older than herself. She and Joy A. talked the time away and didn’t even realize that Joy and Erin took longer to wrap that present than should be expected. Of course, one result of all this was an eager promise by Kristina to bring out her cello to play just so Joy A. could hear her again.

With ease, Joy pulled Erin off the ground and up to her feet, kindly ordering her captive to hop to the living room. There was no need for drama, and the thrill of this further reinforced Joy’s view that Kristina would either be a voluntary captive or not be a captive at all. Of course, Joy A. was a variable, and she might feel differently. Likewise, Kristina might desire an eye for an eye for a second layer of mischief. With so many possibilities, fun was guaranteed to be had!

“GMMMMMM!” Erin loudly cried out as soon as she entered the living room.
“Sounds like my sister is in a bit of trouble,” Kristina waited for the captive to arrive.
“Well, if your sister was taken, perhaps I should be taken as well!” Joy A. volunteered for this.
“Only if you’re volunteering,” the elder cousin smiled, “I only really wanted Erin.”
“Yeah, only I like to be tied up with clothesline best, if that’s fine.”
“Joy and I can handle the rest of the kitchen duties on our own,” Kristina grabbed Joy A.’s arm.

Joy A. couldn’t fight this despite being the tallest girl in the room. Kristina calmly pushed a blue rubber ball, similarly threaded with a white handkerchief like the previous gag, into the captive’s mouth. The ball nicely filled her mouth, and Kristina tightly knotted the handkerchief under the captive’s lovely blonde hair. Joy took responsibility for binding her captive’s legs, using Joy A.’s requested clothesline in the same four positions at which Erin’s legs had been tied. Kristina used the clothesline to bind the captive’s crossed wrists and to form both a harness and a waist rope; a final piece of clothesline hogtied Joy A. from her ankles to her harness, with the rope knotted out of reach of her fingers; Joy and Joy knew that escape was not in the cards anytime soon. Kristina recalled the captive’s earlier statement about smells and tied one of Joy’s shoes over her face.

Joy and Kristina bumped fists and enjoyed the sight of their respective loved ones and, realizing what happiness it brought them to share their loved ones with their new loved ones. Both of the damsels-in-distress knew they were trapped, and they groaned into their gags. Erin had the thrill of being gagged with one of Joy’s socks and having to smell the other one. Joy A. had to endure the smell of her cousin’s shoe. Neither one was in a pleasant situation, but it was fun.

“Thank you, Joy, for sharing Joy with us today. I know it was a surprise,” Kristina blushed.
“The pleasure has been mine. I suspect there will be more fun for us to have this Christmas.”
“She was telling me stories from her time at the University of Illinois.”
“Kristia, I see it in your eyes,” Joy smiled at her sister-in-law, “The start of a true friendship.”

Indeed, the adventures were only just beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Caesar73]

That was really joyful! Bad Pun I know, couldn´t resist though!

[hafnermg]

Great pun Caesar73!! This story brings lots of Christmas Joy and Joy A!!

[AlexUSA3]

That was really joyful! Bad Pun I know, couldn´t resist though!

Great pun Caesar73!! This story brings lots of Christmas Joy and Joy A!!

Thank you for the good humor. There is more Joy and Joy A. to come.

[AlexUSA3]

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The Joy's of Christmas - Chapter 2 (M/F, F/FFF)
Sunday, December 24, 2023

"I love gingerbread so much," Joy A., who for clarity asked to be called Alexandra, smiled.
"I never had any until I first tasted these," Bridget's husband, Roberto, candidly admitted.

How different it was from two years before when Kristina stormed out of the very same room to protest Bridget, Erin, and Michael's decision that Joy should be included in the Sjaastad sibling's tradition of making and decorating gingerbread houses before Christmas. Now, not only was the occasion for siblings, but Joy, Alexandra, and Roberto were making gingerbread houses of their own. The married siblings greatly appreciated Kristina's reception to their growing family.

Making gingerbread was something that was first done before Kristina was born. Of course, she was born when Erin was almost 14, a last ditch effort by their parents to save their marriage via a forced sense of unity. The unity lasted for just 4 years, turned into a miserable divorce period for 4 more years, and resulted in 3 years of Kristina living with Mom while Mike and Bridget lived with Dad. After Mom's death, Dad remarried to a woman who was such a wretch that they were separated in 6 months. Kristina bore emotional scars but still blossomed into a beautiful woman.

Christmas was everywhere: in the music that was playing, in the smell of the gingerbread, in the clothes, and in the decorations. The joyous day was most apparent in the hearts of these 8 young people who were gathered around the big table along with Mr. Sjaastad himself. Bridget was the most reclusive of the four siblings, but she, as an adult, bounced with excitement more than some children, including her own siblings. She loved everything about the season.

"Alexandra, what do you do for a living?" Roberto asked out of genuine curiosity.
"Hey, now, save that testosterone boner for me," Bridget, the cradle robber, winked at him.
"I'm a sports physical therapist," Alexandra giggled at Bridget's humor, "Back home in Minny."
"Do you work with the Minnesota Wild?" curious Kristina asked a question of her own.
"Actually, yes, and even with all the other teams, too. I can't name clients though."
"Wow," there was mischief in Bridget's eyes, "Accidentally hurt some Vikings for me, please?"

For those not familiar with the National Handegg League, Bridget was a huge fan of the Green Bay Packers, who were a divisional rival of the Minnesota Vikings. To Bridget's delight, in her own words, the Sunday after this, the "Packers curb stomped the Vikes." She was wearing two layered bandanas as a double headband, one dark green and one yellow. She was clearly a sister of Kristina and Erin with that same platinum blonde hair and those sparkling blue eyes, the eyes that made Robert Randaccio fall in love with her at first when he happened upon his sister while playing TUGs with Bridget. Bridget's sputtering and embarrassment at having Robert's sister in such a situation immediately charmed him, and it had been increasing love ever since.

Bridget scooted up alongside Robert since they were sitting on a bench together and stole a kiss before pointing up to show the mistletoe that Michael was holding over their heads. Everyone in the room laughed, but words weren't needed to appreciate the moment. Just because Bridget had robbed the cradle didn't change that Roberto could be the mature one. She was now one of their local TV meteorologists and loving life at her job. She wasn't chief meteorologist yet, but it was almost a given when the one meteorologist who ranked above her was 69 years old. She did not hide her affection for Roberto, and her siblings enjoyed getting to witness the happy marriage.

"Ska vi prata bakom deras rygg?" Bridget asked her older sister with a mischievous grin.
"Säkert. Låt oss prata om att prata bakom deras ryggar," Erin giggled in her Swedish response.
"Att prata bakom ryggen på folk är oförskämt, men det är roligt."
"Varför har du inte på dig en Julbandana?" the older girl questioned the younger.
"Oh! Oh!" Kristina bounced, "They said 'Christmas bandana'!"
Alexandra burst into laughter, "You have such an adorably cute energy, Kristina."
"Joy är klar med hennes pepparkakshus. Jag kommer att binda upp henne," Michael winked.
"Well, 'Joy' and 'binda upp henne' do not bode well for me," Joy stood up and adjusted her skirt.

Joy Suzanne Fredericks Sjaastad was now part of the family tradition. Christmas scarves, color themed outfits, and even themed TUGs were all essential parts of the season. Yet, Joy was given an unique place within the themes of the Sjaastad girls. For Christmas Eve, the shirts were plaid, the socks striped, and the skirts solid. It changed year-to-year, but fortunately Alexandra had the forewarning from Erin so that she could join the theme in her own playful, mischievous way.

The sweet but meticulous and playfully domineering Joy was the blue girl. While the others had green, red, and white in a theme, Joy played her part in blue. Blue and white striped knee socks were on her feet along with her blue sneakers. Her ankle skirt was solid blue, and her button-up long-sleeve flannel shirt was blue and red. On her head she wore a kerchief bandana that had a stark contrast in the form of a poinsettia pattern. That was unlike her, but she did it for love.

The three sisters were in their own ways showing the theme. Bridget had a green and white shirt and socks with a red skirt. Erin had a red and white shirt and socks with a green skirt. Kristina had the red and green shirt and socks with a white skirt. Each sported her own accents, but they all shared this theme. Joy's blue gave her a niche that fit her personality and her new family. An incomparable charm came out of Joy in wearing the themed outfit, and it brought her joy.

Kristina's navy bandana headband was a solid color with white snowflakes. It was peaceful and cheerful with her clothes while providing welcome contrast. As was typical for her, her hair was in a ponytail held by a series of red, white, and green scrunchies. It was so charming that Bridget took a picture for Kristina to send to her own boyfriend, who incidentally was Roberto's younger brother. The distance between herself and her boyfriend didn't change the love that grew every time they spoke. They had decided it was best to spend Christmas with their own families and to set aside an hour for talking to each other via video chat. She was turning 20 in 9 days and was in no hurry with her relationship since was only a college sophomore.

"Det är sexigare när Bobby pratar italienska innan han kidnappar mig," Bridget mused.
"OK, do us a favor and stop talking in Swedish," were Joy's last words, "MMMMPH!"
"They were talking about talking behind your back," Alexandra shrugged her shoulders.
"WELL!" Erin crossed her arms with an exaggerated pout.
"I said that it's sexier when Roberto speaks in Italian before kidnapping me," Bridget repeated.
"That's the problem," Michael laughed while holding his wife, "Swedish is an anaphrodisiac."

Joy Alexandra Fredericks was a girl who was so outward and friendly that all who met her liked her because she was genuine and honest. Alexandra wasn't afraid to ask hard questions like Joy, but she was unafraid of asking others. Themes like love, God, the afterlife, and the colors of her favorite flowers were all things she was willing to contemplate, making her a natural match as a friend to Erin. She could humbly accept that her questions often had no answers, like Bridget. A deep appreciation of beauty and interpersonal dynamics, much like Kristina's, was countered by a willingness to be the new person or to invite new people into a circle. Much like Joy had found a natural friendship in Bridget some 9 years before, so, too, Alexandra was finding friendship in this Madison family. That she humorously revealed her knowledge of Swedish endeared herself to the Sjaastad siblings even more.

Alexandra's bandana was like Kristina's but black, chosen herself to reflect her own status as the visitor. Black leggings, a black-and-white checkered flowy knee skirt, a black-and-white flannel long-sleeve button-up shirt, a chunky white belt, black and white striped thigh-high socks, black and white canvas sneakers, and the bandana fit the theme. The kerchief and its white snowflakes perfectly reflected how she showered people in love. A big part of her relationship with Joy was her constant empathetic love. She walked over to Joy, helpless in the arms of Michael, planted a kiss on her forehead, and walked back to her seat with a little wave from her fingers as if bidding Joy farewell on a short journey. Alexandra's stride was confident but not proud.



"MMMMMMM!" Mike pushed Joy's own black 2 inch ball gag into her mouth.
"That's my sweetheart," he fastened the red strap and kindly pulled all her hair out of her face.
"GMM MMMM!" she was forced to sit on a chair, and Michael sat on her lap.
"It's cute how they're like brother and sister while playing TUGs," Alexandra laughed a little.
"Unlike me and Roberto?" Bridget revealed that she and her husband played bedroom TUGs.
"Oh, you say that like I don't tie you up just for fun," Roberto raised his eyebrows at that.
"GMMM MM MM MMMMMM!" Joy was in quite the feisty mood and resisted her assailant.

Joy's arms were tied to the sides of the chair with ease, binding her to the wood at both her wrists and her elbows. Since Joy was only 5'4", Mike easily secured her to the top of the chair back by wrapping rope through her armpits. A harness tied her to the back of the chair, and her waist was tied to both the back and the seat of the chair. With ease, Michael tied Joy's legs together at her ankles and on either side of her knees after removing her socks. Rope ran from her ankles to the underframe of the chair. It was when, not if, Joy escaped.

Erin walked over and gave Joy a sweet kiss on the forehead, and Joy groaned in resistance of the act. Alexandra had captured the entire kidnapping on camera and now took photos of Joy as well to commemorate the moment. Erin looked perfectly festive with her plaid kerchief and its bright Christmas ornaments. While her sisters had cowboy boots, Erin had green canvas sneakers. She loved cowboy boots, too, but she was choosing to keep things simple and comfortable tonight. A loving smile was apparent on her face while she watched Joy thrash in her captivity.



"How about when Kristina and Bridge are done, we girls play some video games?" Erin asked.
"That sounds like a good way to spend some time together," Alexandra stood up.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Joy loudly protested her capture, binding, and gagging.
"Awww, cousin," the free Fredericks girl squeezed the captive's check, "You're so adorable!"

Bridget finally stood up and revealed herself to be as short as Joy, arguably a millimeter or two shorter. The layered bandanas contrasted with her outfit in a fun way. Perhaps the white jacket, a thin, cozy knit fabric, she wore over her outfit helped both outfit and headgear stand out from the rest of her. She was unusually happy even for her; the smile on her face grew with time. The love she had for Joy naturally extended to include Alexandra. Since the game was over, she took off the double headband, separated the bandanas, put the green one back on as headband and put the yellow on Joy's lap to warn her sister-in-law of a future encounter with a blindfold. Joy tried to shake the chair, looked at her cousin, shook her head, and drooled when she tried to talk.

Kristina smiled and shook her head in freedom, unlike Joy. Joy looked at each one of the other 4 ladies in hopes of one of them making a snap decision to free her for no reason other than having the satisfaction of having escaped a very difficult position. She didn't need to be released due to a legitimate concern. It was just Joy trying to see if she could be as domineering as a captive as she was as a captor. The purple rope, a favorite of hers through 13 years of play, kept her tightly in place, and the gag already started to force some drool due to her incessant complaining.

Alexandra adjusted her bandana once again since she was so meticulous about her clothing, and she got down beside Kristina to pick out a game for them to play while the Packers, and Bridget and Dad Sjaastad as well, celebrated a late score that gave them the win. The game was over in reality, but they kept watching some of the post-game interviews. Bridget was a diehard fan. It took little to choose a CGC favorite game, Super Smash Brothers, but the Sjaastad clan was still in the Nintendo Gamecube era because of how tight finances were during Bridget's childhood.

"How did you and your sisters get into TUGs?" the curious Kristina asked her new friend.
"I'd be glad to tell you!" Alexandra's face glowed with happiness like Joy had never seen.

The gingerbread houses sat proudly on the big table that had been set up just for this occasion. A story request only made sense. Alexandra had two sisters and no brothers, but they'd found rope games at a slightly younger age than Joy, closer to when Alexandra was 12. Their mother, who's Joy's mother's sister, figured Alexandra was mature enough and left a coil of rope on her bed one day when the two of them were, perhaps by design, home alone. The problems for their mothers were rooted in their dads, the Fredericks brothers. Both men dismissed TUGs as bondage games appropriate only for adults. Thus, the sisters could play with each other when alone or with their prudish husbands, but they couldn't share the love with the children.

While Joy and her sister found TUGs through Joy's high school friends and eventually were told by their mother that their secret wasn't so secret, Alexandra's mother laid this trap, and when the curious girl asked her mother what the rope, actually clothesline, was about, her mother told her the full truth! Next thing Alexandra knew, she was bound and gagged by her mother. There are a few slightly adult elements they will do, but as adults they mostly play just like they did then. Alexandra's younger sister was brought into the secret within a few months, and the baby sister was brought into the circle when she turned 10.

Naturally, in the first round of play, the three Sjaastad sisters ganged up on Alexandra right at the start of the game. When you're playing Super Smash Brothers with each player having 33 lives (for Erin's age) and eliminated players getting bound and gagged by the player who delivered the death blow, there is little chance. Within just minutes, Alexandra was down to 14 lives while all the others still had at least 30. Then she was down 10, 9, 8… and it was when she got down to 1 life that the competition really became fierce because every sister wanted to get the final kill.

Alexandra laughed so joyfully though. She had no trouble making friends, but didn't keep most of them because most just wanted to leech off her happiness. To find friendship like this, where she received as much happiness as she gave, just like when she was with her mother, sisters, or cousins, was beyond uplifting. What she didn't know was how dour the four Sjaastad siblings, all of them, could be before they got that injection of vitality known as Joy Suzanne Fredericks, who naturally gelled in the family and helped them all find their best selves.

It was in laughter that Alexandra took a folding chair and sat down next to Joy so Erin, who had sneaked through to kill Alexandra's Peach that final time while Bridget and Kristina squabbled on their own. This time, Erin felt it was appropriate to test those limits although she expected the result she got: that Alexandra's elbows, like Joy's, could touch, but not with ease. The ropes still did their job tying her wrists and elbows together, but Erin made up for the gap by using a longer rope to cinch the entire gap between Alexandra's arms.

"Ha ha! My mother, sister, and Joy's sis like to do this to my arms. Sam liked to do it, too."
"I'm glad for one thing," Bridget squirmed a little, "That I sat next to Sam at the wedding."
"Sam probably was more your kind of girl than even Joy," Alexandra smiled, "I'm glad for you."
"Alexandra, you talk too much," Erin pushed a blue homemade ball gag into Alexandra's mouth.
"MMMMMM!" the larger, 2.5 inch ball, fit her mouth, and Erin knotted the red bandana.
"The three Joy's have all been true joys to each other and to us," Michael's eyes glowed.

Mike had naturally gotten to spend more time around Joy's family, especially since he proposed to her by showing up on her front doorstep on Christmas morning in 2020. That day, he was the happy witness of the large Christmas parties celebrated by Joy and her family, meeting the three Joy's of Christmas who all gathered for conversation that day. He loved Joy, but he got to know the other two Joy's well enough that he could cry with his wife when they found out about Sam's sudden death. His words carried a lot of wait in the eyes of the two captives.

Alexandra's arms were secured with a restrictive rope from her wrists to the cross brace between the back chair legs, and a harness pinned her arms down some more. The thigh-high socks came off her legs, revealing her black leggings and feet, before her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs were tied. A rope ran from her ankles to the cross brace between the front chair legs while twine bound her big toes. Since Erin had further plans, she wrapped Alexandra's face in 7 layers of white duct tape. One of Joy's socks was pulled over her nose and tied behind her head so that she had to smell the odors from her cousin's feet.

Bridget, who was quite friendly with Joy's mother and permitted to call her "Mom" during visits, eagerly took pictures of the two Joy's and sent the pictures to both Joy's mother and sister. In the three years between Joy and Bridget's graduation and Joy's wedding, they and Joy's sister had all been roommates, and Bridget had been privy to all of the familiar TUG revelations and gotten to meet Joy's fellow TUG-loving cousins. Like Michael, she'd known Sam personally, and the loss of Sam reverberated throughout their circle as the first death of a Cool Girls' Club member.

"You like that stinky sock, don't you?" Erin poked a finger into Alexandra's ribcage.
"Mmmm! Hmm hmmm," the captive giggled and jerked as much as the bindings allowed her.
"All right. It's time to see who goes down next," Kristina patted a hand on the couch.
"Yeah, Bridget, win so I get to tie you up," Roberto winked at his wife.
"No way! Bridgie's going to go down!" Kristina said quite emphatically and with a proud nod.
"I don't know about this," the eldest sister looked at the youngest, "Alliances are out now."

Alexandra squirmed quite strongly in her bindings, those cross braces worked against her. She'd been put in a more thorough situation than her cousin. She was as sweet and lovable in resisting a tight bondage as she was in making gingerbread houses. Strong impressions were made on all, but Joy enjoyed it the most because she'd never known life without the younger Joy. When you have three girls all named Joy and all born in a 6 month window, destiny says they're closest to each other among all relations. The cousins couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

Kristina was such a happy girl in her bright Christmas colors and the contrasting navy headband with its white snowflakes. Much like Alexandra, she showered with love, but she was subtle in how she did it. Such happiness caused her to not realize that she was soon on her last life. Once upon a time, Kristina was a dour girl, sullen over the death of her mother when she was only 11 years old; now, she carried a heaviness with her forever but now could hold her head high. That didn't change her elimination from the video game TUG contest, though.

"YES!" Erin didn't care that she had 2 lives left to Bridget's 9; she got to tie up two opponents.
"All right, Erin, don't go easy on me. Make me a Christmas sausage!" Kristina requested.
"I won't spare anything," Erin took out her beloved cinch straps, colored for the season.
"A comfy yet tight choice," the new captive wiggled her eyebrows.
"For your torso, it's perfect," a white strap secured Kristina's wrists behind her back.
"Aren't they the sweetest?" Michael looked at his helpless wife, "Oh, wait, sorry."
"It's time I finished you off," Bridget finally used the yellow bandana to blindfold Alexandra.

Four 24" white cinch straps bound Kristina's arms together behind her back. White long straps, tied her arms to her torso below her breasts and at her waist. Erin showed no concern about any marks, confident the flannel fabric of the shirt would prevent cutting. She pulled the straps tight only concerned with blood flow. These buckle straps were secure, and Erin wrapped the excess around the strap themselves so that Kristina could not wiggle to free herself.

Kristina's socks came off her feet for a trifecta. One of Alexandra's thigh high socks was stuffed into her mouth, filling every crevice with the flavor of Alexandra's feet. Joy's sock was used as a cleave gag to hold that in. One of Erin's socks was tied over her nose to complete the trifecta of forced tastes and smells. Erin made the most of the time, realizing her own imminent doom, so she went up Kristina's legs with zips since Kristina had no leggings like her sisters or Alexandra. The red plastic strips bound her lower legs 6 times, her thighs five times, and her big toes.

Erin knew "what goes around comes around" and set out the green straps to go with her red and white shirt. She knew it was fair and was glad she'd worn green leggings under her skirt and her socks. She loved being tied up with such unconventional toys that genuinely worked when used properly. She also fantasized of what flavors and smells she would be forced to endure.

Erin was just 11 years old the first time Michael took Bridget's socks and stuffed her mouth for a gag. She could remember the flavors like yesterday, and she'd been receiving dirty sock gags for 22 years and only grown to and matured to enjoy them even more than she did that first time; the thrill of being bound and gagged only evolved to include new elements, but they all reflected that same nature of the games she played as a tween and teen.

Sure enough, green cinches bound her arms in three places, and green buckle straps secured her arms to her torso at her waist and below her breasts, the excess strap being wound to reduce the likelihood of loosening. The straps were long enough that Bridget wrapped them around Erin's arms first before wrapping them around her torso. Erin offered no complaints about this or the similar lack of compassion (or perhaps it was a surplus of compassion) Bridget used in cinching Erin's legs at the ankles, knees, and thighs with more white cinch straps.

Bridget really gave the odors to her older sister, stuffing Joy's remaining sock into Erin's mouth with Alexandra's other sock becoming a cleave gag. Bridget's sock was tied over her nose. As the victor. Bridget was happy Joy and Alexandra wore such stretchy and thin socks, especially while looking at her two sisters. Erin and Kristina were both laid on the floor on their stomachs and hogtied from their ankles to the elbows using black half-inch wide zipties. The captor used her other sock to blindfold her little sister and her little sister's other sock to blindfold her older sister. Erin's other sock was also tied over Kristina's nose. It was a perfect use of every sock.

"Well, well, well, my ladies, are we having fun, yet?" Bridget taunted the four and took pictures.

Alexandra couldn't see any longer, but she was having fantasies of being tied up with cinches and buckles and zips. She knew the more flexible Joy Samantha, let alone her younger sister, would want to try being tied up like Kristina and Erin. Coming here and surprising the eldest Joy was a good choice even if she had to suffer from smelling her cousin's foot. Alexandra couldn't admit it just yet, but she had come to find the healing Joy had found two Christmases before.

When you believe you're a misfit, like Bridget, friends like Joy show you that you do fit. When you're mourning like the Joy's, friends like Erin help you find happiness in the memories. When you're struggling with addiction, like Erin, friends like Joy help you fight back. When your heart closes, a friend like Joy helps you open up. When you're crying, friends like Alexandra help you to smile. When you're down, friends like Bridget lift you up.

"Gmmmm!" Joy squirmed when Mike blindfolded her with an orange bandana.
"Awwwwww, Joy, Mikey loves you!" Bridget said in a sweet, teasing voice.
Roberto snarkily replied, "You Sjaastad siblings have a strange way of expressing love."

Kristina and Erin had to deal with the smells and flavors that overwhelmed their senses. Joy had a reputation for having the worst socks of all, and Kristina's tongue currently felt that she'd been spared by being gagged with Alexandra's. Alexandra strangely had the easiest flavor of all. The ironic part was that, despite the Sjaastad's almost exclusively using the girl's socks to gag all of the girls, Mike had the socks with the least offensive flavor.

Joy felt the drool pouring off her gag, and the determined young woman continued to struggle for her freedom. In the Sjaastad house, it was an unwritten rule that captives were allowed to escape without having to worry about their captor redoing the knots to keep them captive. Joy had made a decent amount of progress, whereas Alexandra had been stymied by Erin's ropework. Another of the unwritten rules, or rather an unwritten truth, was that Erin was the best rigger. Kristina, in the ziptie binding, had no chance either. Erin had a chance, but could she succeed like Joy.

Alexandra felt an unusual peace in her heart. Here, ball gagged with the tape wrapping her face up, sniffing her cousin's sock, and blindfolded with a yellow bandana, tightly bound and tied to a chair with many ropes, she found her peace and happiness in the aftermath of her cousin's death, the same peace which Joy had sought in this household 2 years before and had found. Now, the second of the three Joy's, and younger of the two survivors, again found the joy of Christmas.

Kristina, more noisily than usual for herself, squirmed and grunted. Purchasing the buckles had been, in her opinion, one of the best choices they'd ever made. She loved the feeling of the strap being yanked tied, crushing some part of her, usually her arms to her torso, and the excess being carefully wrapped and knotted so that her squirming would not loosen the strap. The blindfold was an intriguing choice, and she felt an unusually energetic excitement in this game. They had first bought the buckles around 5 years before, for Erin's birthday, and had lots of fun with them since then. She wasn't sure if she'd ever been blindfolded with a knee sock before this game. It was the most fun games that caused her to make more noise. She was noisy because she wanted to be; it was an expression of her contentment. Bridget alone understood this and smiled at her.

Bridget, typically reserved, straightened out her skirt, but then she felt a strong desire. She went up to each Joy and gave her a small but emotionally powerful kiss on the forehead. Just as she'd finished the kiss, the kiss of sisterhood, on Joy's forehead, she opened her eyes and felt two arms embrace her. Joy could not speak or even see, but she could express her love for Bridget. It had all begun as freshman roommates when Joy became the first person at school to unlock the door to Bridget's heart. How far they had come in 9 years of friendship and sisterhood!

"Our friendship," Joy said when she removed the gag, "is a reminder of God's lovingkindness."
"I never thought anyone could capture our hearts like you captured mine," Bridget spoke kindly, "But then Bobby, {Kristina's boyfriend, Erin's boyfriend, several of Bridget's college rowing teammates, Joy's sister}, and now Alexandra. Who knew friendship could be so profound?"
"Thank you for being the joy we needed, even if you can't replace Sam."
"Would you like a hand getting out of that?" the kind Bridget looked into Joy's eyes, "Thanks for becoming the fourth Sjaastad sister, even if you can't replace Mom."
"The help is genuinely appreciated," Joy's eyes sparkled as she said the words.

While this all happened, Erin busily shimmied her arms and legs to try to loosen the cinch straps. Kristina tried to do the same thing, but her arms were tied with the longer, two foot cinches while Erin's were tied with one foot cinches. Erin's arms were also bound by the buckle straps, leaving her effectively as helpless as Kristina. The tastes and smells were strong and unpleasant, but the gag method was so perfectly humiliating for such a scenario. It was a hopeless cause, though.

On the other hand, Alexandra's protests became louder with time. She was determined to break out of this prison, and she began to trash more energetically than before. Her outfit perhaps was the edgiest even if beauty is subjective. The blindfold and Joy's socks were mere nuisances, but the ropes attaching her limbs to the crossbraces were the most effective parts of the bondage. As hard as it was to admit, Alexandra knew she could not escape this one.

"Just look at you three," Bridget smiled broad even if they couldn't see her, "And tomorrow it'll be my turn to be tied for sure!"
"Yes, but for now…," Joy's eyes met Bridget's, "Get Alexandra off this chair and keep her tied."

Joy cut the zips holding her sisters-in-law in the hogtie while Bridget undid those ropes that ran from Alexandra's limbs to the crossbraces of the chair. All three helplessly squealed because all of them knew Joy's tendencies. They were lined up in age order with Miss Fredericks between the two Sjaastad sisters. They winced, knowing Joy had her trusty wooden spatula in her hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! for Kristina.
"OWWWWWWWWW!" Kristina wailed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! for Alexandra.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Alexandra squealed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! for Erin.
"GRRRMMMM MMM MMMMM MMMMMMMMM!" Erin chastised Joy.

"Dang, Erin, you're getting to be an old thing. That was 34 spanks for you?" Joy laughed.
"Look at them trying so hard to get out of it. You made it look easy," Bridget smiled at Joy.
"It's the same part that makes me good at spanking," the headmistress wiggled her eyebrows.

Headmistress was a title Joy embraced and enjoyed. She could be hilariously cold-blooded when dominating a situation. The way she meticulously checked her skirt, shirt, and bandana at times, as if finding an imperfection that apparently no one else could find, even walking up to others to brush off some crumb that no one else in the room had noticed. She walked with dignity, yet she often came across as being a proper lady with a cheerful disposition and a good sense of humor. In TUGs, she could be a beast, though, as shown by the wails of pain coming from the captives.

All of the Sjaastad girls and Alexandra loved when Joy took control of a situation like this, but it was best when she barged into your space, tripped you, and used that grandmotherly strength to bind and gag you as if you were a naughty schoolgirl in need of punishment. Her dominance had a distinctive charm to it, and everyone wanted to see her dominate her cousin more than anything else. They knew it was coming. The Sjaastad's knew Joy was saving her best for Christmas.

What other gifts would Christmas brings to the Sjaastad siblings and the Frederiks cousins?

TO BE CONTINUED

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Better late than never?

The Joy’s of Christmas - Chapter 3 (F/MFFF)
Monday, December 25, 2023

Alexandra quietly sat in the guest room at her cousin’s house. She was putting the same bandana on her head as a kerchief once again, uncertain of herself. Was coming here the right decision, to spend Christmas itself in Madison, or should she have gone home to Minneapolis? Was it proper to be here, or would the right thing have been to celebrate the holiday with the larger Fredericks family instead of embracing this role of a black sheep?

In the spirit of a black sheep, she wore a black turtleneck t-shirt. In the spirit of Christmas, she also wore a white short-sleeve t-shirt that said “Jesus is the reason for the season” in bright green and red poinsettia flowers. This time, her ankle skirt had the black-and-white horizontal stripes, but she retained the black-and-white canvas sneakers. She again wore thigh high socks, but this time they were solid white. She looked in the mirror and saw a face that reminded her why she’d come all this way to spend her Christmas. She needed to remember the Joy’s of Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, Joy,” the older cousin stepped into the room, “You’ve been crying.”
“Sorry. I have been. Are you done unwrapping presents yet?”
“Silly,” Joy sat down next to Alexandra, “We can’t unwrap presents without you there.”
“Cousin, you’ve always been like a sister or a guardian angel to me,” Alexandra smiled.

Alexandra wasn’t sure which part was the highlight of her Christmas morning. Unwrapping the Christmas presents during video calls with family, playing hockey with the Sjaastad family, and sitting eating a simple breakfast were all beautiful parts of the day. Then, at the larger gathering in Joy’s house, there were many people for Alexandra to meet. She met so many, and there was the fun Sjaastad tradition of putting a mistletoe over a doorway through which people had to pass with regularity. There were a few rules: no same-sex kisses unless agreed, don’t kiss a married person unless they're your own flesh and blood, don’t kiss pre-teenage children, and KISS.

“Alexandra, meet my cousin, Vincent,” Bridget said at one point, “He went to Illinois, too!”
“Oh, hi, Vincent. Nice to meet you,” Alexandra played it coy with Vince.

Vincent was more than just a cousin. He was Alexandra’s classmate many times over her years at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign. She never realized he was a Sjaastad relation in spite of the fact that they’d dated for 6 months as juniors before Vince ended the relationship due to a desire to focus on class. They acted like strangers, but then Erin was, by chance, perhaps, called to the kitchen.

“Vince, let’s play it up,” Alexandra said in a low voice, “Keep finding me under the mistletoe.”
“Joy?” he looked around the room, “All right. We’ll have fun with this.”

Alexandra was a natural at hob-nobbing, so moving about the room seemed natural for her, and Vince was a taller-than-average Sjaastad at 6’1”, so he was frequently asked to reach up for the shorter people to get rarely used things. The goal of Alexandra’s request was to play things up to encourage Joy to kidnap her after the guests were gone. She knew Vince well enough that it was a reunion of long separated friends. The first kiss between them raised a few eyebrows.

The one whose eyebrows raised the highest were naturally Joy’s. She suspected that there was a trick to this immediately because the kiss seemed to be too natural for her sensibilities. The elder Joy paid attention as time passed. The second kiss was just as playful. The third confirmed her suspicion that there was something fishy going on between Alexandra and Vince. Even Erin and Kristina hadn't been kissed three times let alone the same person, and they enjoyed it more than anyone else. Once she had the opportunity, Joy took her cousin aside.

“What is going on between you and Vincent, hmmm?” Joy asked in a sweet but maternal tone.
“You're going to have to get that out of me the hard way,” Alexandra cackled and walked away.
“He mentioned a girl named Joy at some point,” Mike scratched his head, “But I forget when.”
“She had enough friends in college!” Joy laughed boisterously, “They’re old friends.”

Joy’s blue and white striped ankle skirt swished as she turned back to go into the kitchen because a timer needed addressing. Alexandra wasn’t one to fall in love, but she was one to play pranks on her loved ones. In this case, she was playing a profound prank on the entire party. The black clothed girl was unusually cheerful and mischievous. Joy was glad for the talk that started their days. Alexandra had found the healing Joy had found two years before this.

Joy adjusted her blue bandana headband before checking on her ham. The matching blue curve neck t-shirt and her white knee socks reflected her simple demeanor. The stripes allowed all of the party-goers to know that Joy was but a fourth Sjaastad sister. She was a part of the Sjaastad family and loved it. Volunteering to host Christmas had been a worthwhile decision. She stood for a moment in quiet reflection while her primary kitchen assistant, Kristina, watched her.

“You’re plotting. I’ll help,” Kristina grinned mischievously.

The three Sjaastad sisters were again in combos of Christmas green, red, and white. Bridget had a red-and-white striped skirt with a green top and knee socks; Erin had a red-and-green skirt with a white top and knee socks; Kristina had a green-and-white skirt with a red top and knee socks; a dark green bandana headband was on Kristina’s head; Bridget had red; Erin had a white kerchief. All three wore pumps, too, which matched the color of their top. It was very festive.

“All right, you’ll be my backup. I have three targets: Bridge, hubby, and Joy.”

Joy didn't need help if all went well, but going 3-for-3 against Bridget, Alexandra, and Mike was a difficult task. Joy had done this against Bridget, Erin, and Kristina, but Michael was both taller and stronger than any of his sisters. Height wasn't much, but he could kidnap his sisters anytime he wanted to play with them and do the action without much of a struggle. Joy’s simple methods might not work, and she wanted to ensure a victory for herself.

Kristina turned just in time to see Alexandra and Vince kiss again. She scratched her head with confusion written on her face. She didn't understand why they were doing this, and she could see some worrying signs. Most importantly, Vince was clearly playing a game still while Alexandra was actually getting into the kissing. Taking a page out of Joy’s book, the young woman walked over to speak a few calm words because she already cared deeply about her new friend.

“Joy,” Kristina said to the black sheep, “Please be careful. That last kiss had real passion.”
“We only broke up because he was too focused on our coursework,” Alexandra blushed.

Kristina shook her head. She had struggled with feelings for a boy, too, but the feelings between them were mutual. That was very different from reigniting a flame that had once extinguished in a manner Kristina was sure had likely broken Alexandra’s heart. The youngest Sjaastad felt the emotions in her new friend’s voice; it was confusion mixed with indecision. With a smile, they exchanged a hug that solidified their friendship in stone.

The highlight of the evening soon arrived, though. Out came the large case, and from it came the object that was the pride and joy of the Sjaastad clan. Kristina’s skills had seen her not only rise to be a competent player but also to earn the maximum possible scholarship to the University of Wisconsin College of Music and to play as entertainment at private functions. She created cello arrangements of various pieces, and now she was about to present these for her family.

While the Sjaastad girl with the Christmas green bandana was the focus of attention, the one who was swelling with pride was the Sjaastad with the white kerchief. Alexandra noticed Erin’s face aglow at the baby sibling’s talent. Alexandra quietly positioned herself next to Erin and quietly whispered a few words of praise, both for Kristina’s talent for Erin’s loving encouragement.

The guests came, the family celebrated Christmas, and the guests left. When the guests had left, the house still was emotionally full with Mr. and Mrs. Sjaastad, Mr. and Mrs. Randaccio, the two Misses Sjaastad, and Miss Fredericks. Joy carried herself with too much authority. Everyone in the room knew something was about to happen, but how it happened was still to be determined.

“Cousin,” Joy chose the direct approach, “Stand in the corner, hands behind your back. NOW.”
“Well, since you put it that way,” Alexandra playfully rolled her eyes, “I won’t.”
“You can stand in the corner and go down the easy way, or you can go down the hard way.”
“Hmmm,” the happy black sheep thought about it, “All right. Does this have to do with Vince?”
“Perhaps,” a sly grin formed on Joy’s face while she carefully picked out her binding agents.
“It’s nothing,” despite facing the corner, Alexandra’s denial was obvious, “We were classmates.”
“Hardly,” Joy used a long red cinch strap to bind her cousin’s wrists, “He spurned you at school.”
“OK, maybe he did, and maybe he was too playful today and proved he still isn’t interested.”
“Joy and Erin don’t, but Bridgie and I sure know how it feels,” Kristina comforted Alexandra.

Rarely does a girl actually have feelings and is eagerly hoping the guy will say something while she sits by in silence, hiding her emotions. Girls typically hide it from guys better than guys hide it from girls, but likewise guys are more likely to spontaneously say or do something that brings a world of disappointment down upon their shoulders. Alexandra had been spurned before, held her feelings back, moved on from the disappointment, and in an instant she had been thrust back into that same situation 7 years later, ending in the same disappointment. This time, she had the new friends she had made here to help her immediately realize that she didn’t need a relationship to be happy. Neither Erin nor Joy had been looking for love; it fell in their laps when they least expected it. Bridget had unexpectedly found it the moment she met Roberto. Kristina found it without any pursuit and then decided to pursue it to discover the feelings were reciprocated.

Alexandra Fredericks stood up straight and tall while her shorter but older cousin bound her arms with the cinch straps. This time her elbows were bound together in that tight manner Alexandra had craved the night before when she first saw the cinch straps and buckle straps. Now, she was getting to try them out. Unlike her game during the day, the TUGs were mutually enjoyed both by her and her playing partner even if the satisfaction was received in a different manner. When Joy wrapped a white utility strap around her chest just below her boobs, Alexandra grinned. The second strap, the one around her waist, made her giggle.

The cousins’ love was on full display as Joy, with a toothy grin, had her cousin sit on the sofa for the rest of the binding. More of the cinches bound Alexandra’s ankles, knees, and thighs. There was little opportunity to escape, but Joy made sure she pulled the utility straps tight and wrapped any remaining strap around the straps themselves so wiggling wouldn’t loosen the straps. She’d also wrapped the straps around Alexandra’s arms for extra restraint. Joy gagged her captive with the black 2 inch ball and secured the red straps; this gag was the one used on Joy the prior night.

“Bridget, my friend, are you ready?” Joy casually checked her skirt for any wrinkles.

Bridget smiled and shook her head. She knew her time had finally come after not being here on Saturday and being the winner of the previous night’s game. Joy wanted to take her captive, and she had three choices: submit, flee, or fight. Submission wasn’t an option in her opinion; fleeing was cowardly; fighting was her only chance of saving face in both victory and defeat.

Determined to somehow win but aware of the looming threats of siblings and husband, Bridget grabbed a piece of clothesline with which she intended to bind Joy’s wrists. The men, however, were more interested in Mike’s new tool, what it did, and why he wanted one. This still left her with the potential for a 3-on-1 situation, but would she be the 1 or 1 of the 3? Only one option lay before her, and she had to hope things remained in a 1-on-1 between her and Joy. She took a glance at the happily squirming Alexandra, who was flanked by Erin and Kristina, and made her move on her sister-in-law. Brute force vs. finesse was the battle of the evening.

Bridget easily grabbed Joy in a classic grip with an arm wrapped around Joy’s chest and her free hand gagging Joy, but the victory was short-lived. Joy wrapped her right leg around Bridget’s to push Bridget’s knee in, causing them both to fall backwards on the soft recliner. Like lightning, Joy zipped Bridget’s wrists together in front of her. Joy dusted off her hands, stood up, turned around, and put her hands on her hips like a headmistress who’d caught the schoolgirls staying up past their bedtimes. She wagged a finger at Bridget.

“I was going to spare you the dirty sock gag. Not any more!” Joy shook her head.
“Oh, come here and untie me!” Bridget stood back up, but this time Joy took the offensive.
“I’m sorry, Bridget,” the mother easily slew-footed Bridget, “Not tonight.”
“Drat!” Bridget fell, and Joy sat on her stomach to zip tie her elbows as well.
“Now it’s time to teach you a thing or two,” Joy also zipped Bridget’s ankles.
“Like you have any lessons left to teach me after 9 years of dominating me!” the captive taunted.
Joy lifted Bridget’s legs into the air: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Plenty!” Joy laughed while delivering the hard spanks.
“YOW! OK, you made your point. Now get omph!” Bridget ate Joy’s socks.

Joy pushed the socks into Bridget’s mouth with extreme ease and a professional, matronly touch that impressed the witnesses. She made sure the blue-and-white striped socks filled every piece of her captive's mouth. The dominant girl whispered a threat into the now submissive girl’s ear before folding up a large white handkerchief. A spank on the captive's butt reminded her of the situation and that she needed to be on her best behavior. Joy pulled the white band of fabric in between Bridget’s jaws and used it to ensure Bridget wouldn't spit the socks out before she tied a tight knot behind Bridget’s head and under her hair.

Now, the captor casually zip tied her captive's legs on either side of her knees. A zip connected her ankles and wrists for a forward hogtie. The zips could be used in numbers, but Joy had used thick zips to bind Bridget's legs and for the hogtie. This was all that was essential, and anything more was only for adding further restraint or embellishment. One such embellishment was using a zip to secure Bridget’s elbows to her knees. The middle Sjaastad girl was helpless.

Just as before, the modest girl in blue stood up, fluffed her skirt, and picked a piece of lint off her shirt. She played with her clothes some more, dusted off her hands, and adjusted her bandana, all while maintaining an odd poise as if she had not just verbally dominated her cousin or physically dominated her sister-in-law. It was all so natural to her, just like a grandma punishing her unruly grandchildren. How she could be so controlling, particular, and pious was beyond everyone, but it was the charm that made so many people love and trust her as a sister, cousin, wife, and friend.

“Your socks, Kristina. Please?” Joy quietly asked as if her request were perfectly normal.
“With pleasure,” Kristina removed her foot gear and handed her socks to Joy.
“Come along, dear,” Joy motioned with a finger, “We have a man to truss.”

Bridget shook her head and squealed because she thought her sister and sister-in-law were going after Roberto, but they were going after Mike, the only Sjaastad who was yet to be tied up in this Christmas adventure. While he had settled into the role of being his wife’s private rigger, he still enjoyed being on the receiving side of games. His one rule was that he couldn't be taped unless he had shaved that day. Joy was armed with handcuffs, clothesline, and vet wrap.

Fortunately, Mike was now standing while talking, and he just happened to take a moment so he could show Roberto something from his wallet. Joy grabbed one arm while cuffing the other. In a smooth motion, Michael Sjaastad was handcuffed. Just as smoothly, Joy kicked his knees from behind so fell onto his kneecaps, and she jammed Kristina's socks deep into his mouth. That gag kept him occupied so she could quickly bind his ankles with a piece of clothesline.

Of course, Mike wasn't expecting this, but he wasn't stunned either. Clearly, he had been nabbed by Joy enough times in the past, yet he still roiled on the taste of his baby sister’s knee socks. He was helpless now, and Joy cleave gagged him with the wrap and then OTM gagged him and then wrapped up his head in blue vet wrap until nothing was visible except his nose. He grunted, but he accomplished nothing.

“Well, Joy, you didn't need my help after all!” Kristina said with a cheerful gaze.
“It was nothing special. He just happened to be playing with his wallet,” Joy blushed a little.

Now, the controlling headmistress bound her husband's ankles and thighs. She wasn't too strict with the elbow bondage, but she cinched the distance so it was effective. A harness and a waist rope gave her the confidence that he wasn't going to escape in the near future. She planted a kiss on his cheek, a kiss that suggested she had something dirtier in mind for this captive. Leading a captive to another location always brought a smirk to her face. Dominating her husband took a very different direction from dominating women.

“Bravo!” Erin applauded, “Watching someone dominate my little brother is so much fun!”

“Bridget… Joy,” Joy curtsied a little in response to Erin’s praise, “I have something for you.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! for 28 year-old Bridget.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! for 27 year-old Joy Alexandra.

“Oh, why not? I never do this to Mike,” Joy giggled like a girl doing something very naughty.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! for 30 year-old Michael.

“Now, I recommend you Sjaastad girls leave,” Joy smiled, “Roberto, take your wife home. She’s looking for something dirty; I see the gleam in her eye. Erin, Kristina, just enjoy the rest of your evening. I’m going to set up something for Alexandra. Mike and I want to be alone.”

Erin grabbed a bright blue bandana as her lone deed, blindfolding Bridget with it. Both she and Kristina planted kisses on Bridget's forehead and Alexandra's cheek. The deeds were done. The Sjaastad sisters would be back here another day. Bridget was likely going home to try “making a baby” with Roberto; Alexandra likely would get something naughty like a vibrator; and Joy and Mike would likely be up to some sort of dirty play as well. The girls all found something.

Alexandra found peace and comfort in life after the death of her cousin; the three Sjaastad sisters found a new friend; Joy found a renewed sense of in-law dynamics. It was that classic bond that all of them found through the new relationships that had begun years before with a group of girls who called themselves… The Cool Girls’ Club.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

THE END