Sisterly Affections
Saturday, May 18, 2019
"Sis is wearing a bandana. Look out," Erika warned Brooke all too late, but vengeance came!
"Oh, come on, I think she looks cute when she has the scarf, jeans, chains, and stuff."
"Maybe that's because you're dressed very similarly!" the eldest sister crossed her arms.
"Maybe that's because our cousins are visiting us!" the youngest was just as defiant.
"Sue is pious and all, and Joy does worship the ground on which she walks…"
"Oh, you just want to be a killjoy," Brooke said with a laugh and started walking away.
"Everytime Joy wears a bandana, someone winds up bound and gagged!"
Maybe young Brooke's attitude had something to do with the fact that she was wearing a green denim kneeskirt—her favorite of all her numerous denim skirts—with chains hanging out of one of the pockets and a green kerchief bandana, a black curved-neck t-shirt, black socks, and black canvas sneakers. The youngest of the three sisters was like a hybrid of the two older ones with a specific affinity for different elements that could be found in her elder sibling's respective routine ensembles. Brooke even had green fingerless gloves to be just like her big sister.
"Gmmmmm!" Brooke groaned into a pair of socks while struggling in her exquisite chair tie.
"Don't they taste soooooooo good?" Joy Alexandra Fredericks taunted her younger sister.
In 1996, magic was real. Three incorrigible TUG lovers—sisters Susan and Melissa and their cousin Darlene—all had baby girls. Susan's was first and named Joy Suzanne; Darlene's was the second born and named Joy Samantha; Melissa's was last and aptly named Joy Alexandra. Each of the three Joy's had an older sister; only Joy Samantha had brothers; only Joy Alexandra had a younger sister. To make things more confusing, Susan and Melissa had married brothers, so the children were double cousins! Even funnier, the oldest Joy is the shortest and the youngest is the tallest! OK, maybe I'm stretching things here because of my love for my cousins Joy and Joy…
But which was worse: Joy Alexandra being born on Christmas Day or Brooke being born on the following Christmas Eve? Well, that skirt and chain gangster Brooke sure had it poor right then! The brown haired, blue eyed girl struggled and made faces because, apparently, Alex's socks had a pretty bad flavor. I wouldn't know because Alex and I were all pukers who couldn't take it.
I'd sealed Brooke's lips with a strip of microfoam tape because little taunts a captive like giving her a kiss on her gagged lips, especially when the tape is soft enough to shape itself around said lips. She was sitting on a chair with her arms tied to the side of the chair at her wrists and at her elbows, with the ropes worked into the legs and arms of the chair to prevent slipping. We bound her shoulders to the back of the chair and still gave her a harness and a waist rope mostly just to pin her and humiliate her while we decided how adult we wanted this particular game to be.
We? I mean Sam, Alex, and I—the three Joy's! Brooke's thighs were tied together twice, but her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was still awkward. We'd teamed up together to capture her because all of us were Henderson (Susan and Melissa's maiden name) female relations, and no one could play TUGs in quite the way we did. Loving, teasing, a little bit humiliating, loving, etc. were all apt words to describe our adventures. Now, because I'd love to close some of the points I made above, let me tell you about the three Joy's!
"Boom!" Alex gave her little sister a playful noogie, "Kidnapped and held hostage!"
"Well, what do we do now?" Samantha asked us, much to Brooke's wide-eyed response.
"GMMMMMM!" Brooke knew that Sam might suggested
Joy Alexandra stands at over 5' 9", the tallest of us all, and had just finished her final season over at the University of Illinois playing for the Fighting Illini women's basketball team. Sadly, Alex was on a garbage team that went 9-21, 9-22, 9-22, and 10-20 during her four seasons there. For the basketball fans, she unsurprisingly played guard on the team. Red jeans with chains hanging out of one of the pockets, a red Western paisley kerchief bandana, and a black tank top were her clothes on this occasion, albeit with the caveat that she'd removed her socks to gag Brooke. She has yellow blonde hair but still has the same lovely blue eyes that her baby sister inherited.
Joy Samantha was the bandana-shunner of the three Joy's, the one who'd only wear one if there'd be something to gain by it—like that day the three of us completely "ganged up" in Alex's style to capture our mothers and our sisters. No, instead, she had flowy knee skirt with shining bright fuchsia and bright blue in a splotchy tiedye style, a bright blue t-shirt, fuchsia socks, and yellow sneakers. Keeping with the theme, Sam had yellow blonde hair and the same blue eyes as Alex, and she was 5' 7" but not athletic. Oh… Sam… God rest her sweet, loving soul.
Joy Suzanne—that's me!—is the short dumpling, standing at a lowly 5' 3" despite arguably being the strongest of us all. I was wearing my milk chocolate brown ankle skirt, pink sandals, a pink t-shirt, and a brown Western paisley bandana headband. People liked to taunt me that I looked too much like a church girl, but that was the point because dressing like this helped me focus on the things that mattered. As a teenager, I was decidedly trampy in spirit and behavior. I had the same blonde hair and the same blue eyes. Could the three of us really asked for more?!
"Well, Sam, you got your answer to your 'What do we do now?' question," Alex giggled loudly.
"Do me a favor," Erika warned her little sister, "Shut up. Or I will torment you!"
"Our mothers are convening an impromptu meeting of the Cool Girls' Club, and we're having the lovely ladies there make the decision through a series of polls and open forum questions," my big sister Zoe explained to us, "Be glad it's only handcuffs right now. They'll decide everything."
"It will be cute and cruel," Sam's older sister, Melody, strutted about like a true dominator.
"GMMMMMPH!" Brooke was a complete attention hog, though, and deserved to be the victim of a Joy-ful gangster beatdown in loving, familial fashion, "GMM MMMMMMMMMPH!"
"All right, ladies and captives," the eldest girl, Melody, convened the session, "We're here for this live stream brought to you by the Cool Girls' Club Facebook group! The purpose is to decide the way these three obnoxious snot-nosed brats and gangster-wannabes should be bound and gagged. Our opening question for you gorgeous listeners is to pick which girl should get which gag. We have three choices for you to choose from:
- "Aunt Melissa's world famous socks because—God have mercy—they're horrid."
- "A Tau Iota Epsilon orange rubber ball gag made from a dog toy, to ensure tons of drooling."
- "A jumbo yellow sponge that will stuff even the biggest mouths to their limit."
"Yeah, maybe I did that on purpose knowing we have two pukers here," Melody answered.
"I'll get my mother," Erika dashed over to the stairs, "Be right back! MOMMMMMM!"
"My mother is sitting at home dying right now," Melody turned to Zoe, "But babysitting!"
"Your mother loves the whole domination and submission thing, doesn't she?" Zoe asked back.
"Does she ever! That's half of the charm of playing TUGs with her!"
Alex, Sam, and I looked at each other and knew better than to talk even with us being handcuffed at the moment with neither bonds nor gags. Brooke struggled properly so that her chains cracked off the chair. In the CGC, I'd rank Baby Fredericks as a top-5 cutest girl to have captive because she is really into struggling and happiest when she has that chance to earn her freedom and has a fun and interesting sense of style that is brash like Alexandra but gorgeously girly like Erika.
When a squirt gun gets involved, compliance is truly voluntary and even the way to express your love and trust for your captor. In our case, we three Joy's were already playing and were given a choice by our captors—surrender or quit playing altogether—because it would be no fair to take Brooke captive and then refuse to be taken captive in our own right. We chose surrender and had been simply secured with my triple set of handcuffs while waiting for the polls to be conducted.
"Helllll-lo!" Aunt Darlene—Mom and Aunt Melissa's cousin and not a real aunt—strode into the basement like an executrix and through voice and presence melted every submissive cell in each of our Joy-ful bodies with her heels, hose, skirt, and button-up shirt, straight blonde hair, and her piercing blue eyes—the same hair and eyes we Joy's have. Don't dare lie to Aunt Darlene!
Aunt Darlene enjoyed dominating no one like her younger daughter, the gorgeous Joy Samantha, which made TUGs that much more therapeutic after Sam left us all too soon in 2021. Like only a mother can, Aunt Darlene wrapped an arm around Sam's neck and held Aunt Melissa's socks to her mouth with a command of only two words—"Open up!"—that Sam knew better than to dare disobey when she was the one who was handcuffed. Into her mouth went the cheesiest socks any of us could create with nothing but our toes, and a big wide strip of microfoam tape sealed Sam's lips to ensure she had to sit there and suck on that as long as our mothers and sisters desired.
"Your turn!" the executrix turned to me next, and I accepted the ball gag without a complaint.
"GMMMMPH!" the hard rubber filled my mouth, and the knot of the blue bandana was tight.
Then Aunt Darlene stood there and crossed her arms while looking at Alexandra, knowing that a fight was going to take place. Alex is a sweet girl when she wants to be, but the big scholarship basketball guard also was a beast who could fight you tooth and nail because she could slip away from your grasp thanks to being an absolute rail. By the time Aunt Darlene had the giant sponge in Alex's mouth, they'd spent 3 minutes in what looked more like a lesbian scissoring with lots of spanking involved instead of a woman stuffing a large sponge in a young woman's mouth. Sorry, Alex, but you deserved the sponge and the six layers of black 2-inch electrical tape Aunt Darlene wrapped around your head.
"All right," Erika took over, "How about a fair choice? Which girl gets which restraint?
- "Electrical tape, so she can be gooey and secure?
- "Rope, so she can be tied up properly?
- "Zipties, so she can be bundled up tightly?"
"Guuuhhhhh!" I drooled on the table and made an embarrassing mess of everything.
Now, our sisters pushed Aunt Darlene aside since her role was that of a more Vanna White nature than anything serious. She understood this and offered no complaints and went upstairs to go do whatever she had been doing with our mothers. Let me offer the contrast among the cousins that are the elder sisters: Melody, easily the oldest, with blonde hair and green eyes; Zoe, my beloved older sister, with brown hair and brown eyes; and Erika, with brown hair and green eyes. It's the resemblance that makes it all seem so unreal when we're altogether but also part of the charm of our shared blood and our shared games.
Each of the older siblings even had a distinct flair: Erika had a long skirt; Zoe had leggings and a miniskirt; Melody had pants to hide the features from having many children. Of course, Zoe, for a time of fun with friends, had a bandana headband for CGC flair and her hair in a ponytail for a splash of practicality. Erika had the ponytail; Melody defied it all with her hair long and free.
Alas, we're Henderson relations, which means cute gives way to cruel. It's all comical and sweet until the paddles come out except Melody and I are the only ones who use a paddle while the rest of the women prefer to spank their captives with their own two hands. Of course, spanking only works on me because I'm the one who's hogtied. No, Aunt Darlene joined the party and tickled innocent Brooke while Zoe spanked me, Melody tickled Sam, and Erika tickled Alex so that the three Joy's were each being tickled by her respective older sister. My spanking gave way to my own tickling at Zoe's hands.
Personally, tickling to me is best when I am ball gagged because I love drooling and making big messes on myself and on the furniture. If I somehow managed not to puke, it would be absolute hell to be suffering like Samantha with Aunt Melissa's dirty socks filling my mouth and leeching massive bursts of their fetid toe cheese. Blech! The thought grosses me out on paper. Here, we three Joy's could agree that Alex probably had the most interesting gag though with that jumbo sponge trying to expand in her mouth and being contained by her jowls and her cheeks.
Tickling is completely awesome and something that brings forced joys in a room full of Joy's and joys already. How can you not love being subjugated so completely, with even your merriment and mirth being controlled and used against you. Some say there are stages that progress from a genuine laughter towards groaning in pain, and I disagree completely with that mentality. There is a gradual shift as the laughter weakens and the pain increases in a seamless blend: a spectrum!
Now—I'm laughing and crying recalling the memories because life sometimes is empty without Sam around—imagine the three of us, the three mischievous Joy's—who had only set out to take a young gangster named Brooke—being so hilariously dominated by our sisters, humiliated with the gameshow approach to our bindings and gags, being utterly controlled by Aunt Darlene, and now being tickled until we were crying from the pain. For me, that meant absolutely coating my Aunt Melissa's table in my drool; for Alex, that meant the thrill of soaking the sponge; for Sam, that meant the agony of tasting Aunt Melissa's feet. Three girls with similarities and differences that led to unspeakable happiness—joy—for their mothers and sisters (and brothers for Sam!).
Yes, it was a Joy-ful occasion indeed.
I dedicate this story to the memory of our beloved Joy Samantha Fredericks
Aug. 21, 1996—Jun. 16, 2021
She lived up to her name
