Stories of Tie Up Games

@Caesar73, @hafnermg, @harveygasson, @Lucky Lottie, @tiedinbluetights, @TamatoaShiny123, @Canuck100, @GermanTUGFriend, @Dreamerforever2004, @Mineira1986, @TklToy, @Windrunner, @Alisonlovesropes, @Gaggedcowgirl, @beeblebrox883, @lanadelgagged, @DommeKirsten, @LunaDog, @GreyLord, @charliesmith, @silvertejp590, @SquidIncMaster, @Switcher1313, @The G-Man, @Phantomette, @0Kay, @Yewteed, @Kinky_boi, @johopp, @Bilmik, @Shotrow, @TapeTurtle, @Bandit666, @algebrauk, @milagros317

Everyone seems to be really love the adventures of these particular girls.

Annie and Me 6: Scarf Game with Momma and Paulina (FF/Ff)
Wednesday, January 01, 2020

“Mmmmmm!” is all I can say.

The same way Annie adored me, I adored Paulina. It made sense. I am Annie’s much older half sister by several years, and Paulina is about the same gap from me. The irreplaceable Christmas gift of Paulina visiting for Christmas brought much joy to Annie and me. This is the story of the next adventure that came to the little sisters

Paulina stayed over at my place. Paulina’s visit was a total surprise to all except Momma, so that meant no one was ready for her surprise visit except Momma. I quickly arranged to borrow one of my friend’s sleeping bags so my older sister might sleep in my own bed. I’d never had anyone to share my bedroom before!

Momma and I have a very special relationship after going through so much together. We have an understanding about my love of TUGs that she loves to indulge, especially when Annie gets tied up too. If you read my last story, then you know Paulina and the scarf situation already. Because I want everyone to jump into any of my stories without trouble, I will tell you again.

My friend unknowingly tied me and Annie up as part of a spy game. During the game, Momma revealed that Paulina had been in the house the entire time, and Paulina was almost immediately kidnapped by my friend. This was the first time my or Annie’s eyes had seen Paulina in person, and just as quickly Paulina was introduced to TUGs.

Scarves are my favorite way to be tied up; Annie is partial to them too. Alas, Annie likes rope the best. Still, we love themed games and will gladly be tied up the same even if it means one of us doesn’t get her favorite material. Being taped together is great as well, but today is about yet another scarf game. I have accumulated scarves in plenty from keeping my own and then both Momma and my cousins, who live next door, giving me theirs, although my cousins don’t know of TUGs or that Momma, Annie, me, and, now, Paulina, play these games. As long as Annie is not forced to miss the Milwaukee Brewers (baseball), Kansas City Chiefs (football), or Chicago Blackhawks (hockey) game, she will gladly accept any and all scenarios.

I love my sisters. We share so many basic properties, but we are unique. We have two things we all share though: Papa and TUGs. Momma is my mother alone, but she shows the same love to her former, and future, husband’s other children. I am blessed, to say what is the least that I can say about being surrounded by these ladies on this day ahead of Christmas. Annie, Paulina, and I spent all day with my cousins next door making Christmas cookies using both Momma’s kitchen and Tetya Angela’s kitchen.

I am the big girl, full of self-doubt though, at 5’9”. I am taller than Paulina, and it seems Annie is on pace to be the same size. My truly Russian pale blonde hair is in a braid, as it always is due to my lack of self-confidence. I hide it from shame at my sins, shame at it being complimented, and to keep it out of my way. As such, I have grown comfortable with it this way; this matters. I am as casual as ever, wearing bright blue leggings, white socks, sneakers, a pink tank-top, since I sweat so much despite it being December in Wisconsin, and a bright blue bandana headband. I wear glasses and even hide this sometimes in my stories.

Paulina is a proper, pretty young lady, wearing a navy blue skirt that covers her knees, soft white knee socks, flat shoes, and a curved-neck white t-shirt. White isn’t normally an ordinary choice for a day in the kitchen, but left her to make the flour mess for this reason. Aprons work as well. One of those was formerly upon her.

Annie is such a funny and lovable girl. As I do, so does she. As soon as she is in the door of my home, she goes to my drawers and picks out a bandana she thinks will match her outfit nicely. It is our little thing, and it is a thing that makes all of us Räänta’s laugh just a little. She has picked a red bandana today since she is wearing blue jeans and a Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt. It is on her head as a kerchief, and her hair is free like Paulina’s. Both Annie and I have black canvas shoes with white crew socks.

“MMMMMM!” I look at both of my sisters.

For once, I am not gagged with mine or Annie’s dirty socks. Nope. Instead, it’s Paulina’s, since I am such a connoisseur of dirty sock gags. It was with a giggle that it entered my mouth, too. It is a rancid sock, too, since she also helped Momma make dinner before I ended up like this. Yes, I am quite oddly loved in this house, but true love of this kind cannot be beaten. I do not deserve it, but God has provided it.

Scarves tied me up tightly at Annie’s hands. Momma ordered me to sit down and allow Annie to do the deed, and my sister has become quite good at this. More interesting was Paulina’s strange eagerness to provide her sock for my gag; perhaps Momma and I have said too much already. I cannot complain. I love Paulina, and Paulina loves me.

“MMMMMM!” is all I can really say to the smiling girls who casually sit on either side of me.
“Paulina, perhaps we should tie little one as well,” Momma casually suggests to her in Russian.
“Annila. Shall we?” I’m proud of my sister’s rapidly improving grasp of the language.
“I don’t like this,” Annie looks at me and smiles.
“MMMMMM!” I am trying to be repetitive.
“Let’s do it,” Paulina says in English and stands up.

The scarves binding me are tight. My wrists and elbows are crushed behind my back. They are on either side of my boobs and at my waist. My lower and upper thighs and my ankles, knees, and shins are tied as well. I can barely move; Annie has become a master with these. Paulina’s sock is filling my mouth, and the scarf gag passes between my teeth, wraps behind my head, and passes through my teeth from either side before it is tightly knotted behind my head and under my braid.

Momma grabs the bag of scarves, and Paulina takes off her other sock. What an interesting duo they make! Paulina just jumps across me to grab the teenager, and Annie squeals when her big sister puts her in a tight grip. I am the site of a battle, but the bigger sister is stronger as well. I watch as Momma takes a scarf, and she begins to bind my squirming little sister’s arms with it.

My mother is an expert. Poor Annie. She has been kidnapped now, unlike her gullible big sister who just walked into this trap, and it was a matter of when Momma revealed her new rules for a game to make something unforgettable out of this. I’ll happily lay here for an hour or three with no interaction except Momma having one-sided conversations with me while she’s knitting.

“MMMMMM!” I protest their actions in defense of Annie.
“Be quiet. This is robbery,” Momma picks the game, “We must restrain residents.”
“Understood,” Paulina puts a tight grip on our baby sister.
“Gag her with sock,” Momma instructs Paulina, “Do not be afraid.”
“Yes, madam,” our sister nods while Annie gets her elbows tied, stuffing the sock in her mouth.
“Bleck!” she looks at Paulina with disapproval of this action.

Paulina imitates the trick that Annila taught her, folding up a scarf, pulling it between her teeth, and winding it around the head so that the tails pass through the mouth twice more. It is a good and strong gag. The sock is pushed into Annie’s mouth, and Paulina gently pulls the scarf tight.

At Momma’s welcome, Paulina shows how well she has learned from watching the three of us at work in this game. Scarves are easy to learn how to use if you pay attention. Paulma ties up our baby sister's legs with a little guidance from Momma while Momma secures the victim’s torso. I am no longer the sole captive now.

“MMMMMM!” I say
“MMMMMM!” Annie agrees with me.
“I will come back,” Paulina stands up and leaves the room.
“I wait, and then I will raid bedrooms,” Momma says menacingly.
“MMMMMM!” I am becoming redundant, “Mmm mmm mmmmm!”
“Mmm eee ohhhhhh!” Annie begs our captor while we struggle.
“I am back,” Paulina soon returns with a navy kerchief bandana.
“You will watch? Make sure they do not escape?” Momma asks her in perfect Russian.
“Yes,” Paulina says before she takes a scarf and masks herself while Momma leaves.

Paulina is apparently enjoying the roleplay. She has a childish sparkle like Annie has. Sisters in a small house are having fun. My green eyes feel vivacious this time despite my typical calm. I feel the immature pleasure in Paulina’s beautiful blue eyes, and Annie's are speaking volumes of love to all of us. We hear Momma clinking things to make it sound like a complete raid.

Then Paulina surprises me again. It was a surprise to see her take my bandana, but then she also sits down between us and undoes my braid. She has never seen my hair, whether in photos or in person or in video chat. I wear a braid 9 days out of 10, usually all 10. I have skipped my braid twice, maybe, since summer. Even Annie is surprised and pleased to see it down. I normally do this only around Momma or my landlord/roommate.

“Mmm mm mmmm?” I weakly ask her in my shame at hiding my beauty without cause.
“Sammy, you are gorgeous, but your braid matches your personality,” she says in a sweet tone.
“Hmmm?” I shake my head a little so the hair fluffs a bit.
“Mmmmm!” Annie sees more of herself in me than ever before.
“Oh, Sammy,” Paulina wraps her arms around me and kisses, despite the mask, my cheek.
“Awww,” I like the feel of the cotton-padded kiss.
“Really?” Momma laughs, “My assistant, I had no idea you like girls. Enjoy yourself.”
“Sammy is lovely with her hair down, no?”
Momma laughs again, “Yes, she is. I tease her that she will permanently kink her hair.”
“Are you done?” she watches Momma take my glasses.
“No, but we must secure these better. Blindfold and hogtie them. Make them tight.”

Paulina stares at us like Annie stares at my partial differential equations homework. She grabs a couple more scarves for the easy part. She blindfolds Annie first and me second. We cannot see any longer, and there is still a hogtie to come. Paulina has experienced this already, and she does the right thing when she rolls me onto my tummy by tying my ankles to my wrists and knotting it out of reach. I assume she does the same to Annie, and she has done this so we are both tied up on the floor.

A tight scarf bondage hogtie is just delightful for both me and my baby sisters. I think Paulina is enjoying this domination of us both, and it comes with being a big sister. I find I enjoy tying up Annie more than my friends. The only sad thing in this moment is that I had to wait until I was in my 20s to meet Paulina in person. It was worth the wait though, and life would have been so unfulfilled without this meeting.

“You have done well, my friend,” Momma returns, “We leave them struggle and suffer.”
“OK,” Paulina agrees in character, “I wish to keep the older one as my plaything. May I?”
“You have strange affections,” Momma’s smile can be heard, “Perhaps we will take both then?”
“Mmmmmm!” Annie and I groan at this conversation about kidnapping us into slavery.
“I think we should. Trunk has enough room for both. We take them,” Paulina decides.
“Very well. Let us sit and enjoy the warmth before we go out into the winter. They live alone. We will not be caught as long as we're quiet.”

Annie and I can only struggle. It is a pleasant struggle, but it is a tight one as well. I can believe this has happened. I was so gullible as to let Annie tie me, and I sat there in my usual flat-lipped manner while she did, maybe even smirking. I probably smiled when Paulina approached me to put her sweaty sock into my mouth, and I likely giggled when I felt my elbows being tied tightly.

It is ironic. I am so big and strong that I only willfully lose a TUG wrestling match. Yet, here I am, submissive as can be. I love the way Momma simply announces a scenario, and all of us are able to drop everything and play along. Spies, robberies, kidnappings, hostage situations, angry customers, and more such things just happen at a moment's notice whether after dinner or church or even just to pass the time on a rainy weekend afternoon.

There is great thrill in it though. I’m helpless, but I’m with people who would give their life for me or do for me what I did for my father by giving him part of my liver so he might live. There is a connection among us sisters despite the various backgrounds we have. Paulina is Estonian, a girl born and raised there, having only been to our father’s native Finland and Russia before she came here just a few days ago. I was born in Russia, moving here as a baby. And, lastly, but far from least of all, Annila was born here in America. Yet, we love each other as if we were raised in the same household. Truly, it is beautiful.

TUGs bind us together, excuse my humor. They really do. We willfully surrender under agreed terms that all must follow, and we captives trust the captors not to violate those lines. What trust and love we have to sit here at home, to stand around a kitchen joyfully making Christmas treats, and to play such silly games with nothing but the warmest affections in our hearts.

I love the humiliation of a random sock being shoved into my mouth and being forced to suck on it for however long it remains there. I am quite content with this, and I accept nearly any and all socks so long as it’s a female I know and trust. I cannot speak for Annie except that I know that she also finds pleasure in this same type of gag and that she loves TUGs for similar reasons. It’s a special bond we share, and it’s wonderful having all the Räänta sisters playing TUGs together.

“Mmmmm!” I squirm on the carpet and find the bonds are too strong for me.
“Sammy’s full of,” Paulina starts, mutters in Estonian for a moment, and finishes, “Happiness.”
“Yes, Samantha used to be such a dour girl, and her TUG friends helped her,” Momma responds.
“How?”
“They’re real friends, good friends. You met one of them. Good people who build Samantha up and do not knock her down despite her faults. They help her, and she helps them. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, she used to be grumpy, self-hating girl,” Paulina finds it easier to say this in Russian for us.
“My child, you bring me much happiness, and so do your sisters.”
“Yayyyyyyy!” I squeal happily.
“Girls, what have I told you about scarfing up your food too quickly?” Momma jokes.
“Hee hee hee,” Annie giggles at that one every time.
“Do not spank, but why not tickle? You take Samantha.”

It seems lately all my stories involve tickling, and this one now will involve it as well. Momma, you know me so well, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. In fact, I have nothing to hide in my heart from you because you know it all, even my sins with those two boys. Nothing has ever come between us yet, and I pray it never happens.

Tickling is so wonderful, and I have described it many times. There are stages: a genuine forced laughter, a harsh giggle, a painful chuckle, and an agonized groan. I have endurance compared to Annie, but we all have a breaking point. It takes more time, but I reach it too. I need to pee.

Paulina has feminine fingernails. I mean they’re long, unlike mine which I keep short because I am a competitive rower. Her nails get the nerves better than some of my friends can because of the sharp edges. She does it carefully, but she evokes strong cackles from me. Paulina is a girl who gets pleasure from pleasing others, and my laughter makes her laugh as well. Alas, she can continue to laugh occasionally even after I have reached the chuckle stage.

Her fingers dig and dig into my ribs because I have managed to keep my shoes and socks on for a change. I don’t mind. She occasionally visits my armpits, but I think the sweat there made it a spot she wished to avoid. She does this all to me while Momma does the same to Annie, who is as happy as I am even if her torture ends sooner. The power of true love such as we have cannot be exceeded by anything else. What funny ways in which we manifest our love!

“Let us untie Samantha first,” Momma says, and Annie whines a bit.
“Mmmmmm!” I nod in agreement because I know hockey must be on by now.
“Rare to see Samantha wanting freedom. Maybe she needs bathroom.”
“Mmm hmm!” my Momma is so wonderful and knows my needs!
“Let us move faster. We can leave Annie to be freed by her hero.”
“My, my,” Paulina says in her forced English, “You're a good mother. Sammy is blessed.”

Am I ever blessed! I don't even wait for the gag to come out before I charge into the bathroom to do my business. When I finish, after washing my hands, I look in the mirror and slowly remove my gag. I see my hair down and held back by the bandana. I reach up and play with it for just a moment before I stop. I am such a vain thing, but there is no reason to hide my hair. Hiding it is just as vain as showing it, no? As long as I do not flaunt it, I am OK.

I grab my computer and use it to stream the hockey game. I undo Annie’s hogtie and remove the blindfold before seating her on the sofa with the computer propped up on the table. It's been yet another fine day. I sit down so that Annie can sit between her two older sisters. Our adventures are growing in number, and with it our affections.

“Paulina, thanks for tonight. I have always been sinfully proud of my hair, and I see it now.”
“You are good girl. I’m glad to make a difference,” Paulina smiles, “Am I intimidation?”
“You look just at home with the mask and headband. Imitation me now like Annie, are you?”
“To make games more fun, yes,” her eyes sparkle like Annie’s.
“You sisters are amazing,” Momma smiles, “My nieces could learn from you.”
“Haha! This has been a wonderful night!” I almost bounce on my seat, “You're all the best!”
“Mmm hmm!” my gagged baby sister agrees with me.

Annie, Momma, and Paulina, I love you.

THE END

I love the humiliation of a random sock being shoved into my mouth and being forced to suck on it for however long it remains there. I am quite content with this, and I accept nearly any and all socks so long as it’s a female I know and trust.

I agree completely. There is no better gag than the soiled, stinky, dirty sock of a women that I know and trust. I love it when she has me suck on it for a long time, until it is clean of all sweat and dirt, and only contains my saliva.

I love to see the family united!!