The Queen of Ribbon (F/FFFF)

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The Queen of Ribbon (F/FFFF)
Tuesday, December 24, 2024

"All right, my sweets, here's how it will go," Erin Sjaastad clearly explained the rules of her new game, "We will each roll a name. That decides who will get tied. Then we'll roll to decide how I will tie her. The last roll will decide how she will be bound and gagged. Sounds good?"

"Maybe we should roll to choose the gag too?" I quietly asked Erin, hoping for some variety.
"And deprive us of the pleasure of nibbling on a hunk of Christmas Toe Gouda?!" she asked me in mock horror at the mere suggestion, "Oh, Samantha, for that, I will add a punishment roll!"
"Now look what you've done?" Annie turned to me and threw her arms in an animated manner, "Samantha Evangelina Rӓӓnta, this is all your fault. Bad Gangsta Row! Bad! Bad!"
"What did I do?" I quietly shrugged my shoulders and maintained my usual flat-lipped face.
"You only just made it all a lot rougher for us when we get tied up!" Bridget deadpanned.
"Let's skip the roll and just grab Sammy!" Kristina joined the offensive against me.
My sister then suggested, "Instead, how about Erin is a kidnapper… The Queen of Ribbon?"
"Would this be like The Christmas Bandit?" Bridget asked with a bit of curiosity.

We were just five Cool Girls' sitting in the living room of the Sjaastad sister's childhood home in Madison, Wisconsin, on Christmas Eve after my younger half-sister Annila and I had attended a church service together. Now, after service, we were here for a game with our friends. Bridget's a high school friend of mine, and through our friendship Annie became friends with Bridget's younger sister, Kristina. It was impossible to love Bridget or Kristina and not love Erin too.

Few girls struggled like Erin with her extreme hypermobility (to the extent she wore braces) and her chronic autoimmune disease. Between her being the weakest girl and her illness, she was not able to play the kidnapping style games of her youth unless she was a captive. Games, however, still held a place in her heart, and things like dice rolling and the use of games to decide captives and captors brought her the same thrill of kidnapping a younger sister.

The Christmas Bandit was a persona that was borne out of an impromptu roleplay that Annie and I had created in our imaginations one night, and the entire lore of the Christmas Bandit was made in the course of a single TUG. We had so much fun creating fictional personas and enacting each of them without warning to transform a game from mundane to magical. Annie was friends with Kristina Sjaastad, and they had their own characters of lore from their personal games. To list all of them would waste much time, but all of us here were familiar with these concepts even if two of us had not experienced the thrill of roleplay lore of the kind Annie, Kristina, and I loved.-

"Kristina loves those games." Erin nodded her head. "She got them from you, Annie, right?"
"I got them from Sammy, who first played them with her mom!" Annie said with a bright smile.
"Yes," Annie stood with confidence, "The Queen of Ribbon is peculiar. She binds captives with fabric ribbon and only uses ball gags and tape. She then tickles and spanks them."
"And she only strikes at night and only captures women," I added to help Bridget and Erin.
"Despite the peculiar binding," Kristina contributed her own part, "The positions can be intense."
"She only speaks in Swedish and Norwegian, according to her victims," Bridget tried to add to it.
"Jeg er den eneste Sjaastad-søsteren som snakker norsk," Erin giggled, "Men ikke flytende."
"Maybe she speaks Swedish," I quietly mused, not wanting it to be a chore for Erin.
Bridget nodded her head. "That'd be easier. Erin doesn't know the TUG lingo in Norwegian."
"Maybe she speaks English," Erin just as quickly responded, "Swedish is cute, but that would be a bummer for everyone except Bridget because she's the only other one who's fluent in it."
"Oh, pretty please! I love when my kidnapper speaks a language I don't know!" Annie whined.

Erin always was dressed beautifully, as in almost ready to walk into church. The blonde hair was almost held back by a kerchief—on this occasion a navy one with snowflakes—with a religious piety we all found to be admirable. The skirt was navy with white stars upon it, like the stars that shone brightly on that momentous night over 2000 years ago. Her black turtleneck and her black leggings were emblematic of the incredible, deep void beyond the night and the stars. Lastly, her white slip-on flat shoes allowed her to glide and easily turn without hurting her knees.



Making the scene more adorable was Kristina, the hybrid cowgirl, lady, and Cool Girl gangster I could describe for days. She had a bandana headband also featuring snowflakes, but on a green and blue plaid with red lines. Her ankle skirt matched the green, and her t-shirt matched the red. The cowboy boots and white knee socks brought it all together. A blue-and-red plaid scrunchie held her hair in a ponytail, too, and the big strong girl stood at 5'8", only 1 inch shorter than me.



With the grace of a big sister, Erin quietly reached into her bag and grabbed a navy bandana that she used to mask herself. She made the act of knotting the mask look gentle, calm, and smooth since she was having a good day. Then she rummaged through the bag for a moment before she pulled out her bright pink water pistol, and she pointed the fake weapon at the four of us. I hope your browser has the ability to translate things into English; most do these days!

"Det här är en upptåg! Vänd dig mot väggen!" Erin ordered us in a calm, firm voice.
"She said this is a stickup and that we have to face the wall," Bridget put on a fearful voice.
"Oh, no! A robbery!" Annie whined, "We'd better obey, or she might blast us to Helsinki!"
"I love you girls," I muttered to myself in Russian, smiling and shaking my head.
"We'd better what she says," Kristina added in her own whining voice.
"Knäck er med dessa." Erin handed each of us a rubber dog ball with a bandana threaded through the holes, "Jag ska kontrollera att du har knutit den ordentligt. Du först." She pointed to Bridget.

What an array of gags! Bridget's was a bright blue 2 inch ball gag with a black bandana threaded through its holes; I had a 2.5 inch version of Bridget's with a pink bandana; Kristina's was orange but as big as mine and threaded with a blue bandana; and Annie's was a 2 inch orange one with a white bandana. We all gagged ourselves—even if it was a little harder for me and Kristina—and knotted the bandanas. Kristina, Annie, and I almost habitually tied the requested knots and also added a second double knot around our hair. It helps if I describe Bridget, Annie, and I as well.

Bridget, Erin, and Kristina all have similar platinum blonde hair that's solid, and they all have the pale blue eyes that are typical of Scandinavians. Whereas Erin and Kristina typically have skirts, outside the TV studio, Bridget prefers leggings and her fleece lined brown boots in winter. Black leggings and a sky blue wool sweater gave classic winter vibes, and, keeping with the snowflake theme, she had a sky blue bandana with snowflakes as a headband. Wordlessly, the newly named Queen of Ribbon took out a strip of orange fabric ribbon with white snowflakes and expertly tied Bridget's crossed wrists behind her back, wrapping and cinching it tightly and effectively.



Drool already started slipping out from the sides of Annie's and Bridget's ball gags. Annie and I had the Christmas spirit in our own ways, with our love for canvas sneakers and colored jeans on full display. Annie had green jeans, red sneakers, a white long-sleeve t-shirt, and a red bandana headband with a trip of red, white, and green scrunchies holding her braid. My outfit, however, featured red jeans, green sneakers, a green turtleneck t-shirt, and a white kerchief bandana, and I had a similar trio of scrunchies holding my braid. We were all adorable, but there were obvious differences in the siblings among both the Sjaastad's and Räänta's.

Height is the big difference. Erin is only a little shorter than Kristina, but Bridget is only 5'4"! I am 3 inches taller than Annie. The Sjaastad's have that same hair color and eye color, but only Kristina has a big swath of brown hair coming out from the nape of her neck, giving her natural, beautiful variation in that way. We Räänta sisters have shiny pale blonde and brown variations in our hair, but Annie has stronger blonde and darker brown in her hair. I have green eyes, but she has blue eyes. It's really amazing. For example, Bridget is stocky and the only Sjaastad girl who cannot have her elbows tied because she's not flexible enough.

"Du är nästa," Erin said, taking a black ribbon and tying Annie's wrists together behind her back.
"Gmmmmm," Annie whined, resulting in her first drool blob hitting the floor.
"Jag kommer att binda för ögonen på dig," the Queen of Ribbon declared, knotting the bond.
"Gmmm hmmmm!" I complained, but the water pistol reminded me to keep my spot at the wall.
"Oh, don't worry, I have Christmas ribbon for you, too," Erin forgot to say it in Swedish though!
"Ohay," Bridget giggled into her gag, "Ou on'h hah hoo theah Thwehith!"
"It's not fair to most of you, but Samantha and Annila do it to us all the time," the captor winked at us all and grabbed Kristina by the brown swath of hair, "You, my pretty, will be next."

Mock reverse prayer, as we call the position, is no laughing matter. Your arms are folded behind you almost like classic reverse prayer, except your wrists are crossed and bound with your hands trapped against your shoulder blades. This slight difference allows a girl to hold the position for a lot longer than the classic position, in my experience. White ribbon with strings of Christmas lights bound Kristina's arms in this position, again with lots of quality wrapping and cinching.

Finally, Erin used some bright blue ribbon with white snowflakes to boxtie my arms behind my back, although there would be more needed to make it effective. Still, it was tight; it was a start; it was effective. Erin was now in charge here beyond our playful submission to her. Big blobs of drool were seeping out of the corners of my mouth, and I watched it fall with amusement.

"Zee four of you vill stay steell, and I vill frisk you," Erin used a thick Swedish accent instead.
"Ah ike en Hohhy hrithkth ee," Bridget spoke of playing dirty games with her husband.
"Ewwwwwwwww," Annie grimaced despite the rubber ball in her ball, "Blech!"
"I feel no veapons on any of you. Dhis is gott," the kidnapper declared, "Nu binder jag dig."
"GMMMMMM!" I responded when Erin began framing a harness around my body.
"Varför försöker inte Samantha prata?" Even my captor was confused by my lame gag talk.
"Ah hon't hnow," my longtime friend Bridget shrugged her shoulders.

The wide fabric ribbon worked just like rope although Erin wrapped it differently from rope for a more efficient use of the material. The pizzazz of ribbon is getting bound with something with a fun pattern instead of just having color. Many Cool Girls have rope in several colors, but Erin is alone in using fabric ribbon. She created a harness, a crotch rope, cinches to pin my arms to my torso, and extra patterns just as effectively as rope, and she bound my ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs just as well as someone could bind them with rope. The humble Erin refused to listen to any conversations that suggested or even implied she was a master ribbon rigger.

I sat on the sofa while Erin tied my legs and was left imprisoned like in a seemingly inescapable trap of bright blue ribbon. There was no doubt that Erin was the best of all at using the material, and my understanding was that she first started using fabric ribbon in her TUGs when she was a college student nearly 15 years earlier. Being Erin, and thereby impossibly sweet, the Queen of Ribbon did not hogtie me so that I had some freedom to struggle against the bonds.

"Du kommer att vara nästa," Erin took out the bright orange ribbon again and fashioned a perfect harness of ribbon around Bridget's body, and the waist ribbon was just as tight and effective. For the moment, Bridget kept her usual gag talk commentary in restraint because we all recalled that Annie had said "ball gags and tape" in her first bit of fictional lore for the Queen of Ribbon. The utterance of such a phrase meant it was set in stone unless Erin chose to change it at the moment. Bridget's legs were then bound just like mine, and I'll spare you by saying so would Annie's and Kristina's. The four bonds were convenient and effective even if repetitive on this occasion, but Bridget and Kristina had the extra touch of ribbon being wrapped into their boots' heels.

"Jag hogtie dig," Erin revealed a little momentary deficiency in her Swedish while her promise.
"Wha?! No!" Bridget hammed up the acting while she was pushed onto the floor on her belly.
"Du verkar vara besvärlig. Jag måste förbinda dina ögon." The captor's tone was ominous.
My long-time friend protested, but she couldn't stop herself from being hogtied. "NMMMMM!"
"Ah'm honna ho hor hell!!" Kristina started to walk away, but Erin was ready with her squirt gun.
"Stanna, unga dam! Du kommer att få lida för din oförskämdhet!" Erin ordered Kristina to stop.
"Gmmmmmm," Kristina whined, knowing she was guaranteed a worse hogtie than Bridget's.

That's how Kristina became the first of us to have tape added to her gag, with wide, sticky black electrical tape winding around Kristina's head five times to zip her lips after Erin used a cloth to first mop any extra drool for an even stronger seal. Erin did wrap things too tightly, but she had a good technique that ensured maximum contact and a smooth, comfortable set of layers so that the captive couldn't easily remove the tape and that the tape was really stuck in place. That led to the ribbon binding of Kristina's legs and the formation of a detailed harness that compensated for Erin's physical weakness. No one I know likes having the heels of their boots used for securing their legs during a game like Kristina does, and Erin did not fail to please her baby sister.

Seeing Erin unwell made me sad, but she found joy in spite of the pain. More than once, I heard Kristina openly worrying while talking to Annie, and the profound affection Kristina had for Erin was astounding considering the youngest sister was only 4 years old when the eldest left home to go to college. Despite the distance, Erin never lacked time to speak on the phone with Kristina, and she always was present at holidays and made sure she gave Kristina loving attention. For a time after their mother's death, Erin had a private battle with alcoholism she refuses to discuss in any manner with anybody except Bridget and their sister-in-law.

"MMMMMMMM!" Kristina howled into the gag while Erin put her in a hogtie like Bridget's.
"Jag kommer att kittla dina revben tills du gråter av smärta," Erin threatened with a quick tickle.
"Ou're a hah hohan!" Annie made the mistake of similarly defying our pretend kidnapper.
"Young voman talks brave!" The Queen of Ribbon let out a loud laugh, "I punish!"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" On the floor, Kristina and Bridget were struggling in their hogties.
"Jag lovade något. Njut av en rosa bandana," Erin used the pink fabric to blindfold Bridget.
"Ou ahe a horihhle herthon!" whined the girl with the blue bandana and the new blindfold.

Then it was Annie's turn to be bound, with black ribbon going above and below her elbows, and a harness, waist rope, and four leg bonds followed in similar fashion. Then, as a punishment for her defiance, Annie had her face wrapped in black electrical tape, just like Kristina. Again, Erin was slow and careful, relying on perfectly applying the tape rather than strict tightness to make a more effective gag. Now, my little sister was silenced just like her best friend.

Four bound and gagged girls, two pairs of sisters, all friends, struggled on the floor of the living room in one captive's own home. They squealed into their gags; they thrashed on the floor; they complained and fought; they were happy. In all the sound effects, there wasn't a single wail that could be identified as genuine distress. Alas, the Queen of Ribbon decided I needed a blindfold, and shortly after that a sage bandana covered my eyes and plunged me into darkness.

Kristina and Annie couldn't exactly say too much. "Gmmmmmmm!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" I complained a bit too much for the sake of doing nothing but drooling.
"Samantha, du ställer till med det där munkavleet. Jag kittlar dig först," Erin proudly declared.
"No! Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!" I had no choice but to laugh because of the tickling.
"Du måste vara kittlad till tårar, min julgangster!"
"Hahahahahaha!"

Tickling, my repeat readers know, is something I prize, and I love how I progress from genuine laughter to genuine groans of pain. Nothing more succinctly expresses TUGs than tickle torture does because it requires physical exertion from the captive and a careful, caring captor to ensure it does not become genuine torment. Torture in TUGs ought to be fun or at least pleasurable. It cannot be stated strongly enough how much all of us present low tickling. The tickling causes a continuous stream of drool to pour off my gag. Honestly, it was both funny and gross.

Spanking is different. Kristina loves spanking as teasing; Bridget likes it as bedroom foreplay; I like it only as a warning shot for behavior; Erin prefers it as a way to playfully dominate; Annie feels similar to me and only accepts it as a playful warning and doesn't dish it. We're so unique it makes everything so much more fun. We were here for tickling, which is fun, and how much fun it was to laugh until I was crying. Erin didn't push me to pain before she moved to Bridget.

"Ha haaaaaaaa!" Bridget laughed and laughed and laughed, and she loved it so much!

Bridget and I were rowing teammates in high school; I was a freshman while she was a senior. I admired her and looked up to her and turned to her for advice, and she was my friend. When my turn came to be a college freshman, Bridget used her influence to recommend I be given the full athletic scholarship for rowing, and once again I was the freshman teammate to senior Bridget. It was then that Bridget introduced me to TUGs and showed me the incredible Cool Girls Club. In time, I learned that Bridget had been playing TUGs since she was a child.

As Bridget taught me, I likewise taught Annie both TUGs and rowing, and now Annie is a rower at the collegiate level and a scholarship athlete. How proud I am of Annie! Erin has no athletic prowess, but she is intelligent and used her brain to pay her way through school. Kristina may be the strongest Sjaastad, but she's not an athlete and exercises for her mental and physical health, at first as a healthy escape from the sadness of their mother's death. No, Kristina is a musician, one who performs at concerts. God has blessed us all with talents, loving hearts, and a love of TUGs.

When Erin moved from Bridge to Kristina, I brought myself closer to Bridget. Bridget is good at escaping from her bonds, but we both needed the help. Blindly and quietly picking at the various ribbons made a huge difference, and I suspect Erin ignored our quest so she could tickle Kristina and Annie. Indeed, the ribbons came loose with great effort, but soon Annie was laughing before silence. The Queen of Ribbon had abandoned her captives, as this infamous crook is wont to do!

"Mmmph," Kristina quietly groaned, not being a loud captive, but struggling in her position.

Bridget and I both being blindfolded surely hindered our escape, but isn't that the point? Having to struggle and earn freedom makes it much more satisfactory. For us athletes, it's a challenge to conquer; for the musician, it's a rhythm to understand; for the clever girl, it's a puzzle to solve. It cannot be stated how many angles, perspectives, and opinions can be used to describe TUGs, but once in a while the fun angle is slipping your hands out of the ribbon and unknotting the gag and blindfold and seeing your captor sitting there quietly pondering how she cherishes all of you. As I pulled the rubber ball out of my mouth, another big blob of drool escaped my mouth.

Without a word, I stared into the room that was now only lit by the Christmas tree, and I couldn't help but smile at my friend while surveying my fellow captives. Yes, untying my own body was an option, but I felt a need to help others. Kristina groaned into her ball gag while struggling in a mock reverse prayer hogtie that showed no signs of relenting, and Annie seemed to be passively enjoying herself and struggling for fun. I worked on the ribbons that bound Bridget.

"Erin Sjaastad," I said quietly while helping my friend, "we love you."

THE END