Giovanni Randaccio, Bearer of Snacks (M/FFf)

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Giovanni Randaccio, Bearer of Snacks (M/FFf)
Tuesday, March 19, 2019

“Jenny, since you are engaged Gianni,” I say to my friend, “It’s time to teach you our ways.”
“Mmmmm?” she turns off the loud machine after making a cut, “Can you say that again?”
“Gianni went to the bakery. It is Saint Joseph’s Day, our traditional holiday and Father’s Day.”
“Oh!” the girl in the pink bandana smiles at that, “How do you celebrate this?”
“You see tonight,” I hand her an Italian flag bandana, “Put this on. You’re a paesana now.”
“OK! When I’m done with this,” Jenny eagerly accepts this situation.
“Randaccio Fabrication,” I answer the phone.

Jenny goes into the bathroom to replace her pink with the Italian flag. I handle a typical phone call from a customer, one of our regulars, and write his request down on one of our forms, just as I always do with phone orders. I tell him how long I suspect we will need before hanging up the phone and getting back to my own work.

Out of the bathroom steps Jenny, who now has the Italian flag as a kerchief and the pink bandana tied around her left arm just above the elbow so that she could still wear it but not worry about it getting caught in the dangerous machines with which we work. She is such a Gangsta Princess in good ways, and she is a charming young lady. She and my big brother are a good match.

Jenny is wearing athletic shorts, brown socks and pink sneakers, a brown tank-top, and, before, a solid pink kerchief which she turned into an arm band. Her hair was held back by a braid with a pink scrunchie. It was typical, lovable Jenny. How I love my friend! She is so small, 5 feet and 1 inch, has blonde hair, a,d is blue eyed.

I’m dressed for the feast because I’m wearing a red polo shirt, an important tradition. My shorts are denim short shorts, my shoes are black canvas ones, and I have black socks. My Italian flag bandana is a kerchief. I am taller than Jenny, about 5 feet and 5 inch, and I have darker hair that is truly Sicilian like me. The bandana holds the wavy curls back, and my chocolate brown eyes are ready for anything work might throw my way.

I cannot forget the other important member of this tale, someone who does not work at the shop with the rest of us. Vittoria is the baby sister of 8, with me as child number 4. She is wearing all red, both her ankle skirt and her t-shirt. She has red socks and canvas sneakers even. She has an Italian flag bandana that she is wearing as a headband. Just because nine years separate us does not change that we love each other like good Italian siblings.

Now, I am the proud mother of a child of my own, and I am the proud sister of Vittoria as well, a charm that gives them mixed feelings between Vittoria being an aunt or a friend to my son. Still, I am a mother, and I love my son dearly despite my own pregnancy that started when I was 14. I persevered, though, to be a good mother. It was during this phase that I began to wear bandanas as a sense of self-identity both at home and at church. I never looked back.

What a feast for our country's patronal feast!

Now I talk about TUGs. I love TUGs like I love rowing. It's a time of bonding with friends that also strengthens the mind and body. Jenny and I prefer to be tied up; Vittoria likes both sides. It is a great way to get to know each other in a stranger and difficult manner. You cannot talk, and you're tightly bound. You're often blindfolded. Sometimes you are tickled or spanked. I entered the group of TUG girls called the Cool Girls’ Club right before the summer between my junior and senior years of university, and I taught Giovanni how to tie me up so I could still play.

Gianni, Giovanni, is my big brother, the child born before me. Through me, he met Jenny, and in a month they will get married, and he will move out of this house into Jenny's apartment which is owned by our big sister. They are free to stay there until they have children. He loves Jenny; she loves Gianni.

Gianni is much bigger than us. Jenny's only 155 cm or so, whereas I am 165 cm, and Giovanni’s above 175. Vittoria is young and just above 155, which is taller than I was at 13 years! Still, big brother is big, has dark hair, and has a slightly darker skin tone than I do. He's handsome to me, and he is handsome to Jenny, which matters more. Like stereotypical Italian men, he's hairy too.

“Yum!” I take a bit of the zeppole our mother made to sell in the bakery and which Gianni chose.
“Thanks Mama!” Vittoria takes a bite of hers,
“Oh, my goodness,” Jenny squeaks upon her first taste, “This is even better than an eclair!”
“Aren’t they amazing?” I ask her and enjoy the happiness in her eyes, “I love them.”
“I see why you eat them only once a year. Even I would gain 20 pounds from these!”
“Why, Jenny!” Giovanni asks in mock horror, “Are you suggesting Serafina is overweight?”

“The die has been cast” is a saying, and Jenny cast her die. Tonight, she will be staying until I go to bed, and then she will be tied up. That night, it is a bit late, around 10:30, when all is safe for the trio to play a little rope game called TUGs. My brothers are in bed, and Tori, Jenny, Gianni, and I gather in my bedroom.

Jenny is what we call a rope bunny. She loves to be tied up so much we joke she should set her Facebook status “Bound and Gagged.” I truly love it just as much though. Vittoria loves it just as much too, but she loves tying up people more than I do, which is still more than Jenny. We’re natural friends, and God smiled when we met because he knew Jenny would soon be falling for my big brother and he for her. How cute and pure they are, especially compared to me.

“Well, Gangsta Chick, are we ready?” Jenny asks me with a bright smile.
“Of course, Gangsta Princess. Let's do this. Gianni?”

All three of us are foolish girl. We volunteer to be bound and gagged. Thank the Lord, we are a bunch of flexible girls, and Giovanni easily ties both our wrists and our elbows. Rope does well at keeping us down, but tape is my favorite. Still, Gianni binds our ankles, knees, and upper legs as finely as our arms. Chest harnesses and waist ropes keep our arms in place. We're all seated at the edge of my bed so Gianni can remove our socks and shoes.

“Guuuuuhhhhhh!” I eat my future sister’s socks and get a black bandana cleave gag.
“Mmpph!” Vittoria eats her older sister’s socks and gets a black bandana cleave gag.
“Grrrrrrrrr!” Jenny eats her future sister’s socks and gets a black bandana cleave gag.
“Ggmmmmm!” my face is crushed in 8 layers of red duct tape.
“Mmm!” Vittoria’s face is crushed in 8 layers of white duct tape.
“Ugghhh!” Jenny’s face is crushed in 8 layers of green duct tape.
“Blech!” more layers of tape hold my younger sister's shoe against my nose.
“Mmm!” more layers of tape hold our future sister’s shoe against Vittoria’s nose.
“Heyy!” more layers of tape hold my shoe against my future sister's nose

Jenny is put on my bed lengthwise. Rope runs from her ankles to the footboard and from the pits of her arms to the headboard. Vittoria is seated on the floor in front of the footboard and tied to the footboard with a second harness. I’m hogtied on the floor in a classic wrists to ankles way.

I am in paradise now. Being hogtied, eating Jenny's socks, and smelling Tori’s sneakers are my idea of a time well spent in TUGs. Some people say it is gross, and they are correct. Still, what I like is the humiliation of them both individually and in combination. Heck, Jenny has a cousin I met a couple of times when she visited Jenny at school, and it was fun because the cousin likes to make people eat her socks, smell her shoes, and smell her feet. Those are some of the best TUGs I have ever played, and I hope being Jenny’s sister-in-law will breed more opportunities.

My favorite is the bed tie like Jenny has right now. What a position to be in though! Hogties are fun too; I just prefer the bed tie. Jenny’s favorite is to be tied up even tighter than we already are tied and then tied to a chair on top of that. Vittoria, however, is in her favorite position. Tied to the footboard is fun and, I am told, a Cool Girls’ Club classic.

Jenny’s socks taste bad, but they’re not as bad as mine, Tori’s, or my big sister’s. Lord, my older sister has the worst socks on earth. Since my big sister is Jenny’s landlord in the shared house, I can guarantee that my sister will come over, kidnap me, and gag me with some girl’s dirty socks. I am a fan of the dirty laundry and have been OK with my own panties and pantyhose being used to gag me, but it’s worse when the socks are my big sister’s. Trust me. I’d like to take her down someday and stuff her own socks in her mouth, but she doesn’t like being tied up. At all. Well, I might still come at her some day if I can take down a 178 basketball player who’s the mother of two sons and expecting a third son. Look at me! Even in my own home I’m taken out first! Yes it was I who Gianni started tying first and who he gagged first and shoed first and… UGH!

“Nmmm!” I get a green bandana blindfold.
“No!” Jenny gets a red bandana blindfold.
“Heh!” Tori gets no bandana blindfold because blindfolds scare her.

Well that’s no fun! OK, I love being blindfolded, but now I can’t tell you what’s happening with Jenny and Vittoria. Oh, well, I’ll tell you more about them in TUGs in general so that you see it in your mind. This is just my opinion, though, so take it with a heaping handful of salt because I don’t see things the way they do.

Jenny and I are funny with the rope bunny thing. Like, we’re cute and cuddly and lovable, and if you give us a chance we’ll ask you to tie us up. We especially love being tied together and being forced to work together to escape. We’ve had many fun games at Jenny’s house, multiple nights each week, over the years, because she and I are each other’s only friends in the area despite this having been my home for 14 years.

Vittoria is different. She likes TUGs from both our present side and from Gianni’s, or our older sister’s, side of the game as well, and she is big enough that she can now wrestle with Jenny and often win. She has her own sense of style as well, making us three unique sister who fill roles in both the family and in TUGs.

“Serafina, see if you can escape,” Giovanni challenges me.
“Mmm mmmmmm!” I grunt into the dirty socks.

Oh, taunting me, Gianni? Know I struggle with escape skills and marvel at my friends and sister who make it seem easy or at least reasonably achievable? I can escape, but frequently my games are of a type that prevents escape by nature. There is something very, very exciting about being bound, gagged, and abandoned, but it is dangerous. Being ignored is almost as fun; being shut in a closet or suitcase is even better though! Still, I like it best when my captor actively plays with me, especially spanking and tickling.

Three Italian Gangsta Cool Girls are in distress, and Giovanni has lain the rescue of me and both of my friends at my feet. My bare feet wiggle behind me in the hogtie, and I squirm about on the floor trying to find any slack. My elbows are touching behind me from the tight elbow tie, and it lacks any forgiveness whatsoever. My focus needs to be on my wrists, but those feel tighter.

“AUGH! GRRRRRR!” I growl and shake my head.

At least it's not duct tape. Tape is even more awesome than rope. During that first summer after I was adopted by the CGC, Giovanni had to tie me up with duct tape and bandanas since we had nothing else at the time! Now, it's my signature yellow rope that secures me in place so well, and I am grateful to the friends who bought it for me so I could have my own for Jenny, who dyed it by hand just for me using a color she knows makes me happy. How happy TUGs make me!

The CGC and TUGs transformed me so much I went from being suicidal and on antidepressants to not needing the medicine anymore. I am unique in the CGC in this way as I alone was blessed to have such be the key to happiness. I had faith and family, but I needed friends. The next three months of my life were a whirlwind of emotions as I integrated friendship into my life and found peace in my soul. Remember, you are not defined by your past mistakes.

Sucking on Jenny’s socks and smelling Vittoria’s shoes adds another layer of sensations to TUGs in a good way. Humiliation and degradation like this are so much fun, aren't they? I love talking about these things a wee bit too much. Every breath I take is tinged with that odor, though… It's a thing that is not for everyone. If you don't like it, I can't force you to like it. All the while, I’m hearing Jenny and Vittoria struggle as well; they're having so much fun just like I am!

Introducing my now thirteen year old sister to TUGS was a bit awkward at first, to be honest. It was gradual, after she had already started wearing bandanas like I do as an expression of love; I struggle to accept that she looks up to me the way I look up to our big sister. She is unique in her preferences of bandana though, and she will be a remarkable young lady when she grows up.

Giovanni truly loves us. He’s always smiling when he ties us and smiling while he watches us; it is normal to see him be happy, but he is especially happy at moments like the present. It’s not for him a thing of tying up and gagging a girl; it’s about getting to watch what we do afterwards. Oh I am kidding; he likes the kidnapping part too. Can you picture Jenny and Tori struggling too?

“Come on, Serafina! You can do it!” Giovanni encourages me.
“Mmm mmmmm!” I grunt in response; the ropes very strongly hold me.
“Get going!” he spanks me twice, and I squeal in response.
“Mmm mmmmmm! Eh -e -o -o-ahhi -an-ahh-o!” I try to boss my older brother around.
“I’ll twice spank you every 5 minutes until you escape. I’ll even untie the others and not you.”
“GRRRRRRR!” I growl loudly despite the disgusting, humiliating, and awesome gag.

Giovanni was a rower in college like me. It was he who first went to Minnesota Tech, and then I followed him there as well. Only he was a rower, and I was a coxswain. I was a mighty fine one too; I got to fly out to Italy and do a week of practice with the Italian national team before others were chosen to be the coxswains instead of me. Still, Giovanni gave me rowing, and college was a lot easier with him by my side. He encouraged me to act on my desire to work for Randaccio Fabrication and to go to school to be an engineer so I could have the job I do now; he encouraged me to embrace my new Cool Girls’ Club friends and flew out to visit me once each semester so I would not feel forsaken or forgotten even after he graduated and had his place taken by our little brother who went to Minnesota Tech on a baseball scholarship.

Then Giovanni became my TUG buddy. He laughed and hugged me and kissed me when I told him that my new college friends tied each other up for fun and that I now played with them. The love he showed me was irreplaceable even after he’d been my harshest critic after the mistakes I had made. He offered to tie me up any time I wanted as long as he felt it wasn’t hurting me. I’d made a friend out of him, and he grew to enjoy the games we played in secret. We grew beyond our past animosity to become the siblings closest to each other in age and spirit. Now, my friend Jenny, my fellow Cool Girl and currently my fellow captive, will soon be married to Gianni, and I know he will love her, cherish her, protect her, and kidnap her whenever she’s up to it. Today’s love between Gianni and us involves rope hugs, sock snacks, and tape kisses.

I am motivated to escape now and work up a storm. I don’t want him to keep spanking me, and if Jenny or Vittoria escapes I cannot rely on them because he will prevent them from untying me. Guess how I know this? Experience is a hard teacher. I’m showing him though because he will not get the chance to spank me again, even if deep down inside I want him to keep me tied up in this way until morning, spanking me whenever he wishes. Instead, I pop a wrist out of the rope, work the other out, and sit up work on loosening the elbow rope.

“Bravo!” Giovanni cheers me on because he enjoys seeing me earn my escape like this.
“Mmmph!” I squeal and drop the elbow ropes with enough work.
“You’re getting better with time,” I can see his smile.
“Wheeeeee!” Vittoria similarly cheers me onwards while I remove the blindfold.
“Yay!” Jenny adds her own two cents while I deshoe my face and remove the gag.
“Girls, you are so much fun. This has been a good day,” I see him beaming with joy.
“It really has been,” I grin and look back at him, “Best big brother ever! We love you, Gianni.”

I know Jenny and Vittoria agree with me.

THE END

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Lovely story!!