Annie & Me: The Kansas City Thief (F/F)

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Annie and Me: The Kansas City Thief
Monday, July 04, 2022

"Got you, you sneaky thief!" I said, in Russian, to my sister Annie while we fought for the win.
"Päästä irti, ilkikurinen Gangster Row!" she responded before "GMMMMMMM!"
"Enjoy that. I just returned from the gym!" I taunted her while stuffing my socks in her mouth.
"GMMMMMM!" my sister continued fighting me while on the floor, immersed in the roleplay.
"This won't hurt, and soon the police will arrive and take you away," further immersed us in play.
"Nmmmmm!" my little sister reacted to the sound of the brown packing tape coming off the roll.
GRRRRAT! the sticky, translucent brown adhesive made its classic, exciting sound.

Tape works best when started on a cheek bone, GRRRRAT! before pulling it around behind or in front to the other cheek (in this case from behind because Annie is pinned on the carpet tile in my bedroom with me on top of her), GRRRRAT! and then continuing to wrap around the head, GRRRRAT! being sure to cover the skin between the base of the nose and the dimple of the chin for maximum coverage. GRRRRAT! Two or three more wraps adds some extra compression GRRRRAT! and make sure the tape will not come off too easily.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Annie turned to me, ironically demonstrating what I just told you.

How did this happen? Why are my socks in Annie's mouth? It's all a big game, as I first played as a college freshman and taught Momma. Momma brought more immersive, innocent styles of roleplay to the games and encouraged me to include Annie. Now, as a woman living on her own, I still enjoy that same style of play with Momma and Annie, and this moment was an example.

While I was at the gym, Annie, my younger half-sister through our father, had been allowed into the flat by one of my roommates, the twin sisters Liz and Leah Ralston. We all happened to have today out of work, which was nice since it was July 4th, American Independence Day. Since my college rowing teammate Liz had accompanied me to the gym, Leah was the culprit here. There was definitely a roleplay in the air since Annie had masked herself with a red bandana. The title of the story is rooted in this: Annie was quite obviously snooping around my room when I came home from the gym. The mask was the open invitation to initiate a kidnapping style TUG.

The native of Kansas City loves the Kansas City Chiefs, hence her red bandana mask and white kerchief bandana. The bandanas went with her red Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt, white gym shorts, red ankle socks, and white canvas sneakers. She was dressed to sweat on a hot July day, and we had recently done an experiment to see which kinds of tapes she could handle on her bare skin (if any) before she'd dared allow me to use tape since different people have different sensitivities. It was a clear setup, and my role was to use my strength to capture the thief if possible. Or lose the battle and become her captive. Just because I wanted to win didn't guarantee I'd win! Such risks are an essential part of the experience and make it much more fun. When grabbing Annie to try to capture the thief, I was aware that my exhaustion from the gym might make me lose.

GRRRRAT! I stuck the tape to her wrists and started wrapping it around to bind her limbs behind her back. GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! I wrapped and wrapped to make sure it was effective but safe because safety always comes first when playing TUGs with anyone, not just my little sister. By going 3 inches up Annie's arms, she was protected by having the pressure of the tape more evenly distributed over a wider area and not just a narrow band. In the same smooth wrapping, GRRRRAT! the tape wound around her waist, pinning her arms to her trunk at that level. In her typical fashion, Annie let out a happy squeal of approval.

"Gmmmmm!" Annie struggled under me, so I took out the tape to secure the victory for myself.
"Kansas City Thiefs fan, right?" I asked her in a sweet, teasing tone, GRRRRAT!.
"Mmmmm!" she while the tape bound her ankles together, GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT!, "GRRRR Hmmph!" she added defiantly GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT!
"Truly?" I looked at her and stuck the tape above her knees, GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT!, "Ha! I think you lost."
"Mmmmmmph!" my little sister turned and playfully glared at me while I played with her braid.
"Annila," there was a pause in the game while her platinum blonde hair with its strong highlights of beautiful light brown were admired, "I'm happy our paths crossed even if I cruelly delayed it."

"Mm mmm!" Annie, however, remained in character and rolled her eyes as I'm talking about the present game and not the past before winking at me before I stuck the tape above her elbows for the next binding, GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! each of the wraps was strong and effective, and I kept GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! wrapping around her trunk above GRRRRAT! and below GRRRRAT! her boobs to further bind her arms, GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! tightly and safely securing the limbs to her torso.

"MMMMM!" Annila started moving her legs up and down, but the tape soon stuck to her lower legs, just below her knees. GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! The packing tape wrapped around her legs GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! It started a month ago when Annie saw a TV show where a damsel was pathetically bound and gagged with brown packing tape. We did a test with all the tapes(packing, duct, and electrical) my roommates knew were commonly used in TUGs, and we figured out that Annie, unlike me, could handle all of the tapes on her skin without any difficulty. In fact, Liz and Leah were standing in the entry to my bedroom, quietly watching and approving of the spectacle that was the Räänta half-sisters.

"GUH HMMM!" she made funny faces because my socks were completely soaked in sweat from my trip to the gym. I had sweat until rivers of sweat poured off my body, and I was sweating up a storm while taking Annie captive. It would have been the perfect time to be caught myself in a sweaty TUG predicament, but that wasn't in the cards for this adventure. I stuck the packing tape on Annie's thighs, below her shorts. GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! This tape had a particularly enjoyable sound that made it much more satisfying to use to bind captives like the Kansas City Thief. GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! GRRRRAT! With the end of the leg wrapping, Annila Räänta was completely bound and gagged. There were still two final touches the scene required in order to really be a classic Räänta sister captivity.

Of course, when I initially grabbed Annie, her mask had to come down so those sweaty delicious socks could be stuffed into her mouth, and the red bandana and its Western paisley floral emblem still hung loosely around her neck (I had to mention that detail in for Leah). I placed a wide strip of double-sided tape across Annie's list, pulled the bandana over her lips, and knotted it anew for a cheesy, useless OTM gag that did nothing but give me and her a little personal satisfaction that a secret was hidden by her former mask. I made sure the knot was snug so the bandana wouldn't fall off on its own or at least without Annie trying to rub it off for a good, long time.

Annie stared at me innocently with her beautiful blue eyes, batting her lashes to look as pitiful as possible to discourage me from calling the imaginary roleplay police. I sat her up on the floor at the foot of my bed. She was sweating from the struggle, and I was dripping sweat everywhere in my bedroom. A quick sniff of my armpits confirmed that I smelled bad, too. I was appropriately wearing an American flag bandana as a headband to hold my hair back, too, but my leggings and sports bra were discolored from the moisture. I whispered to Leah to watch Annie and keep her safe while I showered, which carried the undertone of not interfering with my captive, too. With a proud smile as a naturalized U.S. citizen, I put a clean American flag bandana in my pile to put in my air as a fresh headband after I came out of the shower.

"GMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMMM!" When I came out of the bathroom, there was Annie in a playful panic hopping around the bedroom, trying to find any way out of the situation in which the very happy Kansas City Thief now found herself. My sister, at this time just shy of her final height of 5'6", hopped over to me, her beautiful blonde-brown braid flopping behind her from the effort. I gently took her braid, because she was still a child, and wagged a finger in her face.

"I'm sorry, but you're a thief," and I slung her over my shoulder and carried her from my room to the dining room table and sat her on that. My second finishing touch was to take yet another of my American flag bandanas and blindfold her with it. With a loud whimper, Annie accepted her defeat at the hands of the resident, and for no reason except the fun of doing it and hearing her let out a loud, shrill squeal, I slung her over my shoulder again and brought her back to the bedroom and put her back down on the floor so could enjoy blindly struggling. It was time to make a call.

"Hello, police?" I asked my imaginary receiver, Leah brilliantly going out to the front porch.
"Yes, this is the police," she answered from her own phone, "How may we assist you?"
"I came home and found a thief raiding it. Don't worry. She's tightly bound and gagged, but you need to come pick her up," I giggled at my own silliness, "She's a naughty Kansas City Thief."
"The Kansas City Thief?! Really?! Ma'am, there's going to be a large reward for you."
"MMMMMMMM! GMMM HMMMM HMMMMMMMMMMM!" Annie playfully protested.
"That sounds like the Kansas City Thief all right," Leah continued, "We'll be there within 15!"
"NMMMMM MMMMMMMMM!" my sister shook her head in her feigned panic.

How to pass the time? Well, I did perhaps the funniest thing, pun intended, that could be done to Annie while we waited for Leah to execute her plan. First her sneakers and socks were removed, and then a rubber band (think the kind that groups heads of broccoli) went around her big toes as a way to restrict her foot motion. It nicely binds the big toes without actually binding them. Oh, it was time to tickle Annie until it just barely hurt. While me and my friends were OK with full pain from being tickled too long, I wouldn't push my younger sister that far so soon. No, tickling was just about the helplessness and making her taste my soaking wet sweaty gym socks.

"HUH HUH HUH!" Annie howled into my socks while I tickled the soles of her feet.
"The Kansas City Thief must be punished, that bad girl in the Chiefs colors!" I taunted her.
"GMMMMMM!" she rolled onto her stomach and involuntarily rubbed her head on the floor.
"You must be punished for your crimes, youthful criminal," my voice was quite playful.
"NMM MMMMM!" the thief lost her own kerchief in her struggle, especially once she sat up.
"There is no escaping the strength of my brown tape, my cute little captive package!"

My finger tips and nails joyfully punished her soles, forcing her to emit guttural sounds of joy as well. The Kansas City Thief Annila Räänta could not resist the will of the resident of the home she had tried to rob. Soon, she would be on her way to prison, taken away by the cops. She had no choice but to laugh, and after she was done laughing she laughed some more. When laughter ceased, forced laughter came out of her, forcing her to enjoy the taste of my sopping gym socks. If the cops didn't arrive by then, then the forced laughter would continue until she was groaning from laughing so much and only letting out involuntary chuckles. Only then would it end. This was as far as I'd dare tickle my sister when she was still just a child, because of my love for her.

So Annie laughed and laughed from my finger tips while her big sister laughed with her, maybe at the Kansas City Thief even. The packing tape held Annie in an inescapable fashion, and the thief soon was huffing and puffing and groaning because of the awful taste of those socks. For such a moment, this had to be intense. Of course, I had no idea at the time that 18 months or so later that Annie would be able to prepare for this exact same scenario and conquer me as a result of her own exercise routines and rowing activities. When love's involved, it's all a big game.

"Here she is, officers!" I turned to see Liz and Leah standing looking official with a suitcase.
"Thank you, Miss Räänta. We'll take this one from here," Liz winked at me.

Now, if this were just me and the Twins, things would almost certainly have gone in an "Adults Only" direction that even adult Annie will not permit to occur in her presence. It's a reasonable boundary, so no one objects to it with some even admiring it. This time? Annie was stuffed into the suitcase as she was, and the lid was zipped shut. It was a wonderful escalation that you have to see with your own eyes before you can say for sure that you would or wouldn't like it. I first thought it would be miserable, and then the Twins did it to me during a game in which they had permission to do anything they wanted to me. It's not for everyone, but seeing is believing.

This is the beauty of TUGs: everyone is different. For some of us, it's being stuffed in a suitcase like a stolen artifact and being wheeled around a flat while bound and gagged with packing tape. Some want to be spanked; others hate spanking. Some love dirty sock gags; some puke from the same thing. The four of us here love roleplay as does my mother; others just want to be tied and gagged by their friends as friends. I am one of a handful of Cool Girls, none of who are here in Madison besides me, who enjoy breathplay. We're all different, embrace our differences, and choose to love each other for our unique traits and personalities. Annie was in TUG heaven, and we left her there on the table while the three of us played a card game on the remaining space.

"GMMMMMMMM!" she howled into the sweaty gym socks.
"Well, Miss Räänta, there was indeed a fifty-thousand dollar reward for her," Leah grinned at me in a mischievous manner, "After tax, that's two hundred four dollars and eighty-three cents!"
"That's ridiculous. All right, officer, take her and get out of her and keep your lousy money!"
"OHHHHHHHhhhhhh," Liz nodded her head, "So you wanna be that way. Fine!"
"MMMMMM!" Annie played along, fully immersed, fully shining the love of roleplay TUGs.

Annie, I love you, and the Twins love you in their own way, too.

THE END

[harveygasson]

Fun sister story

[AlexUSA3]

Fun sister story

That was my goal. That and to show how Annie still plays TUGs the same innocent way even as a young adult.