Stories of Tie Up Games

Navy Bandana Gang 1: The Amateur Kidnapper’s Success
Chapter 1
Saturday, April 22, 2017

After the dismal failure of Serafina’s last adventure, I decided I would give the Italian girl some help. She hadn’t exactly had the best teachers on how to kidnap somebody: Janie and Jenny are absolutely rope bunnies through and through. I’d rate Jenny at a 95/5 split and Janie at 85/15. I am being generous by saying rope bunny with them; they’re happy being tied up and ignored for extended periods that are quite dangerous if not handled with extreme caution.

“Who’s a-there?” the voice calls out when I knock on the door.
“Nichole! Jenny’s bestie,” I respond with an extra helping of sugar.

Serafina Randaccio, truth be told, competes with girls like Jenny in the sweetness department. It is hard for her to see herself as anything less than trash because of her depression, and the errors of her youth often define her. She has wavy brown locks that bounce about her shoulders, just as I do. With a slight crack of the door, the girl with the Italian flag kerchief permits me to enter the single-person dorm room.

“What do you want?” she crossly asks me with a thick Italian accent, a self-defense mechanism.
“I want to teach you how to properly kidnap someone,” I lean against the door and smile.
“Oh!” she shakes her head a little and smiles a little, “I thought you didn’t like me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I take a couple steps over and sit down on the bed beside her, “You’re nice.”
“How can you help me though? I’m enough of a screw up; I’m 20 and have a five year old son.”
“Wait? Benny’s your son?” she unwittingly shared the truth, “Not your nephew.”
“No, Nichole, Benny’s mine,” came with a sigh, “My greatest mistake is my greatest blessing.”
“How about you change to match, and we go Bandana Gang my roommates? Janie’s away.”

I see a wry smile crop up on her face. We both have those dark brown Mediterranean curls; mine are Portuguese and hers Italian. We both like to wear a lot of the same colors of clothing, too, so it is no surprise, really, that Serafina was roped into our games because from behind we’re hard to distinguish. Serafina has a natural ability to tan, but it’s not the same in America and now she has paled a bit from living in New Jersey and Minnesota for the past 12 years or so.

Since that day, Serafina has become one of the girls, and she has Jenny’s delightful rope bunny streak but my mischievous side that loves to kidnap others. I’d rate her a 65/35 split. She has no problem with me being in there while she changes to match my navy trainers and navy kerchief bandana and my bright blue t-shirt. Thankfully, she has one as well, and we both even have the same black canvas sneakers and white crew socks. She puts her old outfit in her backpack.

What is a bandana gang in the Cool Girls’ Club lexicon? Well, it’s when two or more girls wear the same color of bandana as a symbol of a temporary alliance with the intent of kidnapping one or more people. Typically, the target is all the residents of another place; for example, tying up all the residents of one of the sorority houses. In this case, the targets are simply my roommates Jenny and Bridget. The former is my best friend, and the latter is Serafina’s rowing teammate.

Serafina, or Sera, is an inch taller than me and so much more muscular. She has a perfect figure both for sports and for being a rope bunny. I suspect she and I could swap clothes no problem, but she could kidnap me with no effort. She’s not ripped, but she has an enviable muscle tone.

Along the way, I explain the concept of using rope to kidnap someone and the importance of a good combination of both wrapping the rope and cinching it well. If she learned from Jenny, I gently explain, then she learned how to do a tight binding but not a secure one. No offense to my best friend, but her technique only works on people who can have their elbows tied.

Sera’s eyes sparkle when she tells me about TUGs and what they’ve come to mean to her. For an eager girl like her, it’s no surprise that she loves being tied up and forced to spend time in silence alongside her friends, whether her captors or her fellow captives. She’s away from devices that distract her and depress her and forced to have person-to-person interaction. She even likes how it feels to be bound and gagged and confides in me many things she hopes to try with time, like dirty laundry gags. At the present, though, she admits, she is still scared of being both gagged and blindfolded at the same time, of stuffed gags, and of being gagged without having Jenny or Joyce there to constantly watch her. This means it’s time to call in a recruit both to serve as her guardian and as her confidence.

“Of course, Sera, I’d be glad to help you,” Joyce smiled, “I’ll observe but not partake. Got it?”
“Sure thing,” Sera’s eyes glowed, “We’ll have fun experimenting afterwards.”
“If that’s what you want to do before going into finals week!”
“Oh, I know it is! Please, Joyce, you’re my best friend!” the Italian pleaded with the Italian.
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go, Gangsta Chick!” I feel the spring in my own step as well.
“Joyce, you will wear navy, no?”
“No, Sera, this is for you and Nichole, but I’ll wear one so you know I’m with you.”
“Joyce is the best kidnapper of us all; you’re learning from the best!” I say with a smile.
“Well,” Joyce blushed as she grabbed her brown bandana, “Promise to tie me afterwards, OK?”

With that thought, the Navy Bandana Gang set out to kidnap Jenny and Bridget. It was a school whose colors were navy and white; all of us had been a navy gangster at some point, even Jenny who was blue-yellow colorblind. There was no underscoring how important Joyce and Serafina were to each other. Sera struggled with depression that was compounded by her maternity, and Joyce had suffered immensely with her dad’s death in June, her boyfriend assaulting her in early November, and her mother dying at the start of this semester. Such was the kind of providence that led me to believe in God, and every day I saw more and more that made me feel like a fool to be Jenny’s friend from when I was 4 and not to follow her example sooner. Alas, we’re here today for Serafina, to formally complete her transition from an observer to a full Cool Girl.

Cool Girl is a title that is light by nature and serious in practice. What is a Cool Girl besides a girl who really likes to wear bandanas and to play TUGs? It’s a promise, a vow, to love each of the fellow members like a sister dearest to your heart, to forgive one another’s mistakes, and to always be there to help when a fellow member is in distress. It’s really a calling to walk through life as we ought to walk. The sisterhood is deeper and more meaningful than the so-called sisters in a sorority can claim to have

Our friend in brown also serves as a decoy to throw our future captives off their guard. They are less likely to become suspicious when they see Joyce in her brown headband. What we do not know is how many others might be in the apartment besides Jenny and Bridge. While we’re still walking, let me tell you about them.

Jenny is a human sack of sugar. The Gangsta Princess, as we lovingly call her, has been part of my life since we were toddlers, and life with her is so much better. There are no secrets between us, and we’re almost certain to share good news with each other first unless we are dead certain there is another person who will appreciate that news even more. I’m Jenny’s #1 fan when she’s racing cross-country or track, and she’s my favorite person to kidnap. No matter what happened in life, even if I couldn’t bear to tell her what was actually going on, I could count on her to give me a big hug and be there for me.

Then there's Bridget, the rower. Bridget is shy, yet she's really nice once you get to know her. A fiery temper brought her troubles as a freshman and a sophomore, but she learned to control that and use it only when appropriate and necessary. She blushes and sweetly thanks me every time I show up to one of her rowing events, and no one gives more lovable childlike hugs. Kidnapping Sera has turned out to be a happy accident for Bridget, who plans on being Sera’s first roommate next fall.

Another sweet personality who deserves a mention is Joyce. The type-1 diabetic never grumbles or complains about her illness despite the travails it has brought her and us. She has dark blonde hair that is about shoulder length, and the hair is held back by the brown bandana headband. Her eyes are a lovely shade of hazel and sincere; no one's eyes show a wider range of emotions. She has brown shorts that come down to her thighs and a beige curved-neck t-shirt.

I casually unlock the door to my apartment using my keycard and allow my guests to come into the apartment. Immediately, I find complications. Johanna Märkstrom is a girl from the sorority known as Tau Iota Epsilon, of which nearly all of us were technically inductees but of which few were active members; Joyce was one such active member. A rift grew between Joyce and some of the members, though, when a couple of them suggested Joyce had seduced her then boyfriend and hadn't really been assaulted. Johanna really liked Jenny and me as people, and she’d pay us a visit whenever her housemate was traveling for softball.

“Well, if it isn't JoJo MärkerboardStorm,” I tease her when I walk into the bedroom.
“You watch yourself, Mrs. Peterson. Marriage won't protect you from a tight knot up!” Johanna responds with a playful gleam in her own hazel green eyes.
“Is Bridge in her own room?” I ask them, “I didn't look too carefully when I walked in here.”
“Yeah, she's got her earbuds. Said she had a date with a guy named Johannes?” Jo was confused,
“Haha! She means Johannes Brahms,” pulling at my shorts, I look down and laugh.
“She likes music? I had no idea! Seems appropriate for a girl like her.”

I’m such a mess. My legs are almost gnarled and scarred without remorse. Most of my body has violent scars all over it from when my little brother, a deplorable person, assaulted me, savagely beating and leaving me for dead. I broke both legs, one arm, and other bones; I had “miles of scars” from it. My boyfriend, to protect me, married me so I could legally change my name. I only survived it as well as I did because of friends like Bridget, who lovingly dressed my wounds as necessary without ever once complaining.

“I’ll leave you girls alone,” I wink to Jenny, who smiles back and waves.

We strut over to the other bedroom and peer into it. I share this room with Bridget because she is a later riser than Jenny and Janie and quieter at that. Even when she wakes up early for rowing activities, she never once wakes me up, and she can attend to my needs when I have days where the pain is so great I can't get out of bed without help.

She is absolutely adorable sitting there with the earbuds and quietly singing the German songs of which she understands a few words here and there. She quietly works on her meteorology class assignment and sits perfectly straight at the desk. Her long pale blonde hair is against the black of her t-shirt, and her blue jeans are a tight fit. Black crew socks and sneakers are on her feet. I consider her a rare breed as one of the few Cool Girls who wears bandanas but isn't addicted like so many of us are. I motion for Serafina to go over and make the first move on Bridget, who is a damsel-in-distress in the waiting. Sera sneaks up behind her friend and teammate and pounces.

“Mmmmmmm!” Bridget wails when Sera’s hands clamp her mouth shut.
“Quiet, Brigida,” Sera whispers into her ear, “This is a kidnapping. You’re outnumbered.”

UP NEXT: Kidnapping Bridget, Jenny, and Johanna

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Navy Bandana Gang 1: The Amateur Kidnapper’s Success
Chapter 2
Friday, April 21, 2017

“Nichole is here too. If you resist, she will mummify you,” Sera whispers into Bridget’s ear.
“Worse, I think I might just go ahead and do it,” I sneered while holding a roll of tape.
“Either way,” the blonde Italian beside me takes off her shoes and socks and hands them to me.
“Aw, Bridge, she loves you so much,” I teasingly said the true words, “Pinch her nose shut.”
“OK,” Serafina seems to understand exactly what the goal of this action is.
“MMMMMM!” Bridget soon is forced to accept Joyce’s stinky socks.

Mummification is a delight that Bridge and I both enjoy upon a rare occasion. The waste of tape is the primary reason we don’t do many like that, and we mostly rely on our reusable sheets for a mummification vibe. Today, though, because she has worked so hard this semester to get herself almost guaranteed a spot on the dean’s list, we’re giving her the real deal.

Serafina is a rower; she needs no instruction on how to crush Bridget’s face in the sticky black duct tape. I calmly begin wrapping up Bridget’s legs, starting with her ankles and going up from there. The fun is only just beginning, and I make sure that I’m tight enough to be restrictive but not constricting. It’s up to Joyce to make sure that Sera is similar with Bridget’s trunk.

The black tape wraps around and around Bridget's wrists without mercy before Sera also wraps it around Bridget's waist using the same strip. She continues up Bridget's torso as well while I still am carefully wrapping her legs up. Our goal is to leave only her feet and head exposed. Tape is a fun thing when used carefully, and I can see that this has awakened Sera’s imagination.

We wrap Bridget until there’s a pair of sneakers below and ahead of platinum blonde hair above with two bright blue eyes staring back at us. She tries to talk, but the gag prevents any speech on her part. We’ll come back to Bridget later to teach Serafina the finest of the fine arts when she is ready for further instruction. Right now, we're focused on the kidnapping portion of the show.

We still have Jo and Jenny. The former regularly goes to the gym but only for fitness and not for strength. The latter goes regularly and is a scholarship athlete in both track and cross-country in spite of her size. It is obvious that Sera needs to take on Johanna, who is 5’8” or more. Jenny is more in my league at a lowly 5’1”.

Jenny has the most gorgeous blonde hair she keeps in a braid most of the time like today. One of her camouflage bandanas is on her head as a headband. Camouflage short shorts, a pink t-shirt, a pair of pink running sneakers, and camouflage crew socks are stereotypical Jenny. She is such a cute girl in so many ways, and I’m sure this will be a cute kidnapping.

Johanna, Jo, JoJo… she will gladly respond to all three. Bright pink leggings with purple stripes up the sides and a matching purple tank-top are paired with purple crew socks and pink sneakers. I wouldn't wear such colors on that combo myself, but she ups the ante with a pink scrunchie that holds her brown, almost dark red, hair in a ponytail.

Jo was also a member of the bondage sorority. Her limits are well-known as one of the girls who is to never, ever, ever receive a dirty laundry gag. In fact, she hates all stuffed gags without bias. This is why I teach Sera how to make one of the sorority’s homemade ball gags, a staple of the CGC as well. A blue rubber ball and a handkerchief are brought together for this. Ball gags are just as much Jo’s favorite, and I frankly am partial to them myself though not like some girls.

“I push the ball into her mouth and then knot the hankie, right?” the Italian curiously asks me.
“That’s right, and don’t be afraid to knot it off really tightly,” I encourage her.
“Oh, OK, that is good to know. Will Bridgie be all right?” she looks at the mummified girl.
“Joyce is staying with her. Just know JoJo likes a regular taping, not being a mummy.”
“You want that I tape her?” Sera speaks in such fractured English sometimes that it’s cute.
“I love the way she talks,” Joyce hugs her, “Just like Dad’s older siblings.”

Serafina, Jenny explained to me, goes through spells where she cowers from the world by acting like she can’t speak English well. She especially does it when she’s depressed, and her accent is stronger than some of her older sibling’s. It’s an adorable self-defense mechanism but a habit I think she needs to break. Regardless, it is cute in its own way, and she is a charming girl.

I can tell that it’s a matter of time before Serafina decides to try duct tape bondage. TUGs are an increasingly curious thing for the curious girl who is even in the same major as Joyce and some of my other close friends. She gladly takes the roll of sticky black adhesive strip and follows me to the next phase of the conquest of the Navy Bandana Gang. I am ready with rope for my sweet Jenny Danielle Kristensen, who loves a rope TUG best of all. The wooden desk chair is perfect. I take my socks off my feet before we make our move into the other bedroom.

“Hey, JoJo,” I loudly knock on the door and stroll into the room without fear, “What’s up?”
“Hey, bestie!” Jenny jumps right up to give me a hug, “What are you and Sera doing?”
“Oh, nothing,” I return the embrace and then tighten my grip, “Just kidnapping you two.”
“Oh, no!” Jenny squirms in my arms, but my size is sufficient to overpower her, “MMMMM!”
“Eat up,” stuffing socks in Jenny’s mouth isn’t always too easy.
“NO!” she clamps her mouth shut while I press the fabric against her nose.
“That’s a good girl, Miss Giovanna,” Serafina knots the gag while pinning Johanna.
“GUHHH!” the helpless Miss Märkstrom groans into the rubber ball.
“Just let me now,” Serafina begins to tape my friend.

Serafina tapes a tight “+” around the “X” of JoJo’s crossed wrists before using the same strip to wrap around her waist as well. In a similar technique, Sera uses the same strip to pin Jo’s arms to her chest, wrapping both above and below her breasts in the same strip of the black duct tape. She then moves to wrap Jo’s ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs before lying Jo upon the lower bunk of the bed and taping her ankles to the footboard. It’s a job well done for the new girl. She might be a rowing coxswain with a football (soccer) addiction, but TUGs have jumped to the top of the chart as her absolute favorite sport or game.

“C’mon, Jenny,” I push the socks against Jenny’s face.
“Nmmm mmmm!” my sister from another mother continues to resist my desire to gag her.
“Fine!” with some effort, despite my weakened state, I am able to tightly bind her wrists.
“You’re being mean!” Jenny squeaked in her resistance, “Sarah Nichole Peterson, stop this!”
“You will stop!” I take advantage of her scolding to jam the socks into her mouth.
“EWWWWWWWW!” she groans and looks at me with the most adorable puppy eyes.
“I love you Jenny. That’s why I kidnap you so much!” I tie a navy bandana cleave gag.
“MMMMMM!” she tries to jump and hop like a little rope bunny.

Sorry, Jenny, but puppy eyes and bunny hops only make me tie you up tighter. Let’s do a tight chair tie, shall we? I tie Jenny’s elbows and seat her on the chair before double tying her wrists and elbows and wrapping it around the chair spindles this time. Jenny kicks her legs and tries to resist me, but it’s useless. Instead, I tie her ankles, knees, and thighs with more clothesline. It’s reasonable at this point to run a line from her ankles to the underframe of the chair as well. I tie a breast harness and a waist rope to crush her torso against the back of the chair.

“Did I do good?” Serafina asks me, and I turn to see Joyce bound and gagged like JoJo.
“Mmmmm!” Mummy Bridget is hopping and being led by Sera’s other hand.
“You did really well! Sera! You’re learning really well!” I give her a high five.
“Yes! I knew I’d learn. You girls make my life so much happier!” she’s all grins now.
“This is awesome!” I reiterate my compliments, “You’ve got the tape stuff down pat!”
“But now what do we do?”
“You can do three things: tickle them, spank them, and abuse them,” I grin at her.
“What is abusing them? That sounds dark and perhaps,” she screws up her face, “evil.”
I cackle at her innocence, “We eat cookies and play video games without them!”
“OH!” her eyes brighten up, “Let’s abuse them then!”
“MMMMMMM!” the captives look at each other sadly, but it’s in the game.

They don’t really mind because they’d do the same to us and don’t consider this true abuse. I’ve known Jenny and Bridget long enough to know that they’re absolutely tickled to be soaking on a pair of dirty socks. Perhaps it’s Jenny’s preference the socks be her own, but maybe that’s why I take off her sneakers and socks and use another navy bandana to hold her socks against her nose. She sits there sniffing the dirty socks and groaning. The initial cleave gag is tied tightly enough that she cannot get the socks out under my watch. Bridget is in similar bliss and gets a navy blue bandana tied over her own face to hold Serafina’s socks against her nose.

No one is as proud of Serafina as Joyce though. Maybe Johanna is happier with the bondage, but Joyce is happy for her friend’s success. Our new friend is quickly learning the artform and eager to learn all she can. Perhaps there are still some personal boundaries that are yet to be lowered, but Serafina is finally blooming into a remarkable young woman and Cool Girl. Drool pours off of both captive’s mouths, but Joyce’s drool comes alongside a huge smile.

Johanna is impressed too. This is a bittersweet period of her life as she was graduating with her bachelor’s degree in just two weeks. A journey is coming to an end, and with it the end of a very unforgettable chapter of her life. Jenny, Bridget, and I, despite keeping out of sorority activities, had kept a place among her closest non-sorority friends along with her roommate. To be the girl whom a newbie took in her first successful kidnapping is like a passing of the torch for her.

I’m sorry if this adventure is disappointingly short for you, but Serafina decided that today is not the day to teach her about tickling or spanking. Instead, we enjoy our triumph and taunt each of our captives while eating goodies and playing video games. The amateur kidnapper has her first of what we all hope will be many successful kidnappings to come.

I’m so happy to have her join our Club, and I hope you are too.

Thanks for reading.

THE END

Which Bandana Gang ought to come next?

Black: Inmates and Gangstas (Ashley, Hannah, & Nichole)
Blue: What TUGs Mean to Her (Hannah, Janie, & Joy)
Brown: Triumph of the Small and Weak (Jenny, Joyce, & Joy)
Green: The Florida Alliance (Janie, Joyce, & Lauren)
Lime Green: Cousins Unite! (Jenny & Kendra)
Pink: The Original Bandana Gang (Jenny & Joy)
Purple: How to Love Your Big Sister (Ashley, Janie, & Lauren)
Tan: Friends When She Needed Them Most (Joyce & Joy)
White: Size Doesn't Always Matter (Hannah & Nichole)
Yellow: Best Friends Forever! (Jenny, Lauren, & Nichole)

Black please - handcuffed by girls in cop custumes.

johopp wrote: 8 months ago Black please - handcuffed by girls in cop custumes.

Well, we already did a cop story, but handcuffs can certainly make an appearance in that story if such is desired.

Great ending!! I choose Green!!