Stories of Tie Up Games

Tau Iota Epsilon 02: The Basketball Player
Saturday, August 22, 2015

Cassie pulled her favorite pair of black pantyhose over her legs and slipped her feet into a pair of bright blue pumps. Her black woolen knee skirt and her bright blue V-neck button-up blouse had a strongly professional vibe to them. Her blonde hair, not even shoulder length, remained behind her on its own. A large bust was a feature of which she was quite proud. With a confident smile, she stepped out of her bedroom and went down the stairs to join her housemates for breakfast. A yellow wristband slipped onto her left arm while she gracefully approached the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Megan smiled while sipping on coffee and lounging on a sofa.
“Howdy howdy,” Charlotte looked up from her morning Bible reading.
“Hola,” Emilia beamed while making waffles for them to enjoy.
“Did you know,” Cassie deadpanned, “If you say ‘jumped’ like a Spaniard, it's said ‘humpéd’?”
“Why are you picking on me?” Emilia looked at her housemate in horror.
“Because you were bound and gagged and getting loudly humpéd by Sean last night.”

Emilia blushed at that remark and turned from Cassie to the waffle maker. She didn't like when her housemates teased each other about relationships. It was a little difficult because Megan and Emilia were the only ones who ever brought a man home, and Megan only did that once. Emilia and her boyfriend were quite a pair in the bedroom, and a sleeve-style yellow leather armbinder and a black leather bondage harness still lay on the dresser next to the 2 inch yellow ball gag that had a black strap. These were her personal toys as opposed to house toys.

Then a wry smile appeared on Emilia's face. She recalled the previous night and how he and she had played so roughly. She looked at Charlotte, who quietly disapproved of Emilia's actions for religious reasons; she turned to Megan, who was shy with men and thus got little action; finally, she turned to Cassie, who wasn't religious but still valued her virginity as a precious jewel. She had to fire back with some sort of clever retort, but answering in Spanish would do her no good.

“I’d like to,” Emilia started, but the doorbell rang, pausing the exchange for a moment.
“That must be your new Little!” Cassie squeezed Emilia on the cheek and walked away.
“You're just jealous that men cannot resist me,” the Spaniard shouted back.
“If you have to be chronically horny,” Charlotte chastised her, “At least it's with the same guy.”
“No need to be so blatantly and narrow mindedly Protestant.”
“We have different limits and respect them,” Megan defused the situation, “We’re friends!”
“All we ask, Millie,” Charlotte gave Emilia a hug, “Is that you be careful and don't get hurt.”
“Or that you quit being loud when you’re literally having a f-cking wonderful time.”
“Use those noise-canceling headphones,” Emilia teasingly retorted before Cassie returned.
“Meg, Millie, Charlie! Meet Mia, our new pledge who's spending the weekend here!”
“Mia, Meg, Millie, Charlie, Cassie,” Meg quietly muttered to herself.
“Well, hi!” the overly friendly Charlie ran to greet the new girl with a hug.

Mia was a lovely girl with shiny jet black hair she wore in a ponytail. She had the stereotypical figure of a basketball player: tall and lanky. In her case, Mia was an African-American girl who had similarly shiny dark eyes and a kindly smile. She was a natural match of friendliness for a girl like Charlie, and they instinctively hugged each other. There was, however, a big mismatch in size, with Mia standing at 5’10” while Charlotte stood at just 5’1”.

What a contrast Cassie’s overly formal dress was to the other girls. Megan had ripped blue jeans with frayed hems at the bottom of the legs and flip flops along with a bright pink t-shirt. Emilia wore tight fitting jean cut-off short shorts along with a pastel green t-shirt, white knee socks, and white canvas sneakers. Charlotte wore a black woolen knee skirt, a white knit top that had three black buttons down the right side of the chest and belly and sleeves longer than her arms, black cowboy boots, and a white scrunchie to hold her hair back. Finally, Mia wore pink gym shorts and a bright blue v-neck t-shirt with pink running sneakers and white ankle socks.

Perhaps there was just as much variation in their figures. Charlotte’s hair was light brown and came halfway down her back. Blue eyes and cheeks that were obvious thanks to her ever-present smile and her average frame. Megan’s was shoulder length, dark brown, and wavy. Her frame was sturdier than Charlie, Emilia, and Mia’s, but her frame wasn’t like Cassie’s. Brown eyes and a big mouth were both too talkative and definitely deserved a big ball gag. She was sheepish and smiled and squirmed a little upon shaking the hand of the new girl. Emilia was tall with jet black hair and dark brown eyes that welcomed all newcomers into her heart. Even at 5’8”, Emilia was only the tallest of her housemates now.

“Welcome to my home,” Emilia eagerly greeted her new Little with a tight hug.
“Nice to be here, Big,” Mia said, “You said you would explain everything to me.”
“Sure thing. I am making waffles just for you,” the Big said just as a timer beeped.
“I see someone got the 4-1-1 on what makes Mia a happy girl!”
“You’re not the first athlete to join us,” Cassie smiled, “Won’t you sit down?”
“And I see who the boss is around here. I better obey her.”

The wristband/magnet system is the primary system of what Tau Iota Epsilon refers to in various titles. “Impromptu TUGs,” “Kidnapping TUGs,” and “Surprise Jumpings” are the official names of these. A girl who is available to play such games in her own home places a green magnet on a marker board beside her own name and writes the times in which she has the time to play games that day. That means that anyone in the sorority is free to jump her and tie her up as long as she is in her own home between those times, but she has to be released if she has a genuine need or at the end of the time window. That is just one layer of the games though.

In keeping with the stoplight theme, there are rules for yellow, red, and black as well. Yellow means that there are caveats. Upon restraint (and possibly a gag), the kidnapper has to pause to ask the captive if she is able and willing to continue with the game; once consent is granted, the game can resume. Red means the girl is unavailable to be jumped, but she might be available to help you jump another girl. Black means she should not be bothered about TUGs at all.

All of these magnets were supplemented by the wristband system. While in a House, a girl with a green wristband who is visiting other sisters may be kidnapped without a warning being given. Similarly, yellow means she may be jumped as long as she consents to continuing the game after she is restrained; red means she is unavailable to be jumped but may be recruited to jump others; and black means she cannot play at all. As a recruit, Mia had to be available to be jumped at any point during the two times she’d previously chosen at her pledge meeting with President Zoe, which meant today she started at 9AM… or in 35 minutes.

“Would you mind showing me around the jumping grounds?” Mia kindly asked Emilia.
“I would be glad to do that and introduce you to our toys as well,” Emilia smiled back.

Mia was a natural for the sorority, having played TUGs with her brother and her cousin since she was in elementary school. The girl from northwest Baltimore knew her way around rope games and was eager to explore games that were more intense than her childhood games. She loved to tie and be tied, and having her cousin around ensured she got to do both over the years.

So, after breakfast and chatter, after the clock struck 9, Emilia and Mia went upstairs while Meg washed the dishes and Charlie went to ask something of their President. There was plenty for a new girl to see, and Emilia eventually wanted to show Mia, who seemed eager to learn about all of the TUG toys, her personal toy collection. The yellow sleeve armbinder, matching yellow 2 inch ball gag, and black harness. Beside them was a wide roll of yellow electrical tape. Just as Emilia turned her back, Mia struck in an unexpected fashion, hand gagging the Spaniard.

“I’m gonna lock you up good and tight. Got it?” Mia giggled, “I’m flipping the script.”
“Mmmmmm,” Emilia had no choice except to accept her yellow ball gag once again.
“That's a good girl,” Mia fastened the gag snugly, “Let's put your arms in this sleeve now.”
“Mmmmmmm,” the captive girl already started drooling while her arms were laced in the sleeve.
“That should do it,” Mia knotted it and padlocked it, “I hope you get to do it to me sometime.”
“Guh mmmmm mmmmm!” Emilia tried to resist the padlocking of her gag.

There was nothing Emilia could do about this. Over her body went her special harness, and with each strap she felt her arms squeezing against her body more tightly. The crotch strap was put on just as tight as the others, causing a deep sensation that Emilia knew was arousal. Down inside, she liked that her Little was flipping the script on her. She had her pride to maintain, though, and she would forever be the kidnapping toy of her sisters if this got around the sorority. Once every strap was secure, Mia used the wide yellow electrical tape on Emilia’s knees, ankles, and thighs.

The strong basketball player carefully put Emilia down on the floor and sat with her. Accepting the ways of the sorority, Mia took a selfie of herself with her captive, flashing a big grin for the camera. Emilia refused to look anything but angered for the photo, angry at herself for melting in her captor’s arms instead of putting up a fight. This was all her fault for lowering her guard. Just then, they heard Cassie calling for Emilia, and Mia quickly grabbed Emilia's TUG bag.

“Millie, where are you girls?” she stepped into the room and was hand gagged, “Mmmph!”
“Don't fight me,” Mia sweetly spoke and grabbed a homemade gag, “Just flipping the script.”
“Guh!” Cassie felt the ball push into her mouth, and the blue bandana was tightly knotted.
“I think rope should be fine for you, my dear. I know you're gonna get me back for this.”
“Mmmmmmm!” Cassie struggled a bit, jiggling her breasts, while her crossed wrists were tied.
“I saw on the board you like a little humiliation,” Mia removed her skirt, “Glad to help.”
“Mmmmmm,” no matter how much she tried, she couldn't break the strong girl’s hold.
“You don't need this from what I saw,” the captor also unbuttoned her shirt.

Cassie couldn't resist the opening of her shirt to reveal a standard white bra. Mia tied a standard breast harness, and she worked out a decent crotch rope that she sent on top of Cassie’s panties in a perfectly humiliating manner. The captive wailed, causing drool to start pouring off the ball in her mouth. The ball gag consisted of an orange ChuckIt toy ball through the holes of which they had already passed a blue bandana so it was ready to use. It was much cheaper than a ball gag, a little harsher than because of the bandana, and more customizable because it was knotted.

Down Cassie’s legs went the classic clotheslines, binding her thighs twice and her legs twice. A thorough humiliation was indeed in progress, and Cassie was laid down on the bed and secured in a tight hogtie as well. Her pumps were removed, and one was put over her nose and secured in place with a medical bandage. Cassie looked at Emilia and knew they were in trouble. It was obvious to a trained eye that Emilia was getting into a frenzy from the crotch strap, and it would be a matter of time until Cassie started going as well. Cassie just had to be thankful that her rope was only a crotch rope and not attached to her wrists, which were attached to the harness. There was definitely an embarrassment in process in this TIE sorority house.

“Excuse me, ladies, but I have to go visit Miss Charlotte before Megan gets back.”

With that, Mia shut the door, leaving Cassie and Emilia bound, gagged, and alone. Cassie and Emilia stared at each other in abject horror. The big breasted blonde was smelling her own shoe while hogtied and ball gagged. The seductive Spaniard was locked away in her sleeve, harness, and ball gagged with taped legs. Emilia wasn't sure if she should be aroused or angered by this twist in the plotline. They were helpless at the moment, but Mia knew she had to be fast. If Meg came home and, in the worst case scenario, brought reinforcements, then Mia would be certainly bound and gagged and tortured.

In Cassie’s bedroom was the house’s official toy chest for items that were beyond intro level. It was a bit of a violation of the rules, but Mia was making plans to kidnap more of the housemates in her flipping of the script. She didn't know why, but she liked the look of the classic armbinder and the head harness ring gag and wanted to use them on Charlotte, the goody-two-shoes. Since only Charlotte remained, the big basketball player could easily take her without repercussions. It only mattered that the devices fit the girl. Mia hadn't checked the others beforehand, but Charlie had a green wristband on her arm.

“Hey, Charlie, Millie and Cassie need your help,” Mia told a deceptive truth.
“All right,” Charlie wiped her hands on a towel, “I just finished anyway.”
“Yeah, we're getting to go to Cassie’s treasure room. Man, that girl has toys.”
“Oh, that stuff,” Charlie smiled, “She’s the guardian of the official sorority toy chest.”
“So what does it mean that you’re the ‘Baby Sister’ as it says on the board?” Mia asked her.
“That means all four of us agreed that it’s all right for me to always be a captive in games.”
“I guess that’s a good thing because I kidnapped the House Mother and the House Sister, and I’ll kidnap the Baby Sister too!”
“MMMMMMMM!” Charlotte Hansen was hopelessly weak against Mia.

The House Mother, Cassie, was the top TIE authority in the residence, and the House Sister was the second in authority who assumed control when the House Mother was tied up. Although a more ceremonial position, having a House Sister made it possible for a House Mother to wear a green wristband so she could be jumped for games instead of having to always be in control. In this context, then, Emilia, the House Sister, should not have been tied up as well, but there was the obvious issue of Mia being new and not knowing the official TIE rules yet.

Charlie couldn’t help her against Mia and was brought into Cassie’s room. There, to Charlotte’s annoyance, she was gagged with the head harness ring gag. She wasn’t opposed to its use upon her, but she knew that Emilia and Megan had done some gross things with it and what its direct purpose entailed despite her innocence. This little girl could be characterized as the prude of the sorority, the one who had the strictest limits of all in the sorority despite her own love of being a captive. Over her arms went a classic black leather lace-up armbinder.

The captive wasn’t a fan of the armbinder or any of the other bondage toys for that matter. She preferred a classic rope binding with a bandana and/or tape gag. Then again, she didn’t hate the toys, either. As long as her clothes stayed on and she wasn’t getting stimulated, she could handle what her sister threw at her. She was not ready to be kidnapped by her roommate’s Little though. In a word, she was flustered, and she was easy prey for the strong basketball player. Charlie had no choice but to go along with this wild twist.

It was obvious that Mia had seen bondage on the internet but that she wasn’t familiar with all of the toys at her disposal. She was a clever young lady, though, and learned by observing and, if it was necessary, trying multiple times to get things right. In this case, she studied the item and put it on Charlie once or twice to make sure she was using it right. The armbinder was secure. Lots of black leather straps bound Charlie's legs.

“Mia, just what do you think you're doing?” Megan blurted, “You ring gagged Charlie?!”
“You weren't supposed to come back so soon!” Mia jumped when she heard the voice.
“You don't want to know what I’ve done with that gag. Anyway, what's going on here?”
“Well, girlfriend, I tied up your roommates, and now I’m gonna tie you up too!”
“What?! No!” Megan found herself backed into a corner and saw the shiny cuffs, “Sh-t! Mia!”

In the other room, Cassie and Emilia wasted time trying to escape independently. Emilia was in a bit of despair because she knew she was trapped until someone freed her. They heard Megan’s protests, but they didn't know what happened. Emilia seemed defeated and embarrassed, and she was loath to struggle because of the crotch strap that was already arousing her a little bit. Cassie motioned to Emilia, who approached her best friend in the most sincere confusion.

In Cassie’s room, Irish-8 handcuffs secured Megan’s wrists behind her back, and a black ball gag filled her jaws. Black ropes formed a waist and crotch rope, and she was seated on Cassie’s desk chair. Black leather cuffs secured her elbows like Emilia’s, and white rope made a tight harness. Her ankles and knees were tied to the legs of the chair. Megan was now also a captive, and the basketball star in the making sat down to gloat over her unexpected and resounding success.

“Unhie -e,” Cassie motioned to the ropes, “Ih -ou han.”

Emilia slowly squirmed towards the bed. She was starting to enjoy the reversal of roles that had occurred, but she wanted revenge as well. The harness, her own, felt good in its strict pull on her crotch. She recalled the night before and how she’d been manhandled until she orgasmed several times; only then was the crotch strap loosened so her boyfriend could invade her body. That was a good feeling that she always enjoyed, but she was also a good practitioner of self-control, with her total sexual escapades numbering in the single digits.

“Gmmmmm,” Emilia drooled before collapsing in orgasm due to her arousal at the full situation.

Emilia loved a good forced orgasm more than any of her roommates. She was blessed not to be a clockwork c-m machine like Cassie or Megan, and she giggled a little while working her way back into her approach towards Cassie. There was part of her that wanted to contribute towards Cassie's own orgasm so that there’d be a little humor while they worked out their escape. With a mischievous smile in her heart, Emilia jerked on Cassie's crotch rope and laughed as she did it.

“Mmmmmmm!” Cassie was obviously annoyed, but it didn't work to make her lose herself.
“Mmmph,” Emilia yanked a second time in her cruel quest.
“Unhie -e, -ou hrat -ehore -ia hineth uth!” the older girl helped the younger one to focus.

Emilia rolled her eyes a little bit and used her hands to start untying Cassie. Many nights in this house had ended with Emilia and Cassie trying to untie each other. More often than not, they’d succeeded in those quests, too. This was another opportunity for Emilia to free Cassie, and with seeming boredom on her face she effortlessly unknotted ropes that bound Cassie.

Cassie soon had her hands free and sat up. With an annoyed look on her face, she rudely jerked on Emilia's crotch strap, evoking a groan of frustration. Cassie finished untying herself and went to Emilia's dresser to grab the keys. One at a time, each padlock came off to free Emilia’s torso, arms, and mouth. The same key was used to slice the tape binding Emilia's legs. They stood up and contemplated their situation.

“We have to get her. Those two useless roommates of ours,” Cassie complained.
“I say it's time we finally convinced Charlie that a little teasing is OK.”
“That's later. Mia, first,” the short blonde winked at the Spaniard.
“We just take the rope, charge, and torque her up good,” Emilia shrugged.
“Get ready,” Cassie sighed, “It's going to take everything we’ve got to do this.”
“We will do it. I am in shape. Besides, Mia probably expects us to return for her.”

The girls grabbed the rope and headed to Cassie's room with confident smiles upon their faces; it was all second nature to them. They’d done this many times before, and revenge from them was a scrumptious treat in the TIE houses. Cassie especially loved playing games of tit-for-tat with her Little. This was different, though, because Mia was supposed to be the one in ropes, not the House Mother or Mia’s Big. Indeed, there were no hard feelings, but revenge was essential.

Megan groaned at the orgasm forced by the rough crotch rope. She’d been set off already, and it was inevitable that she could keep orgasming, especially since she was struggling so much. The race was on now. Which was making her orgasm? The crotch rope, spanking, or tickling? That Charlie was enduring the same spanking and tickling and not orgasming should have made it all obvious, but Megan was too distracted by her punishment to notice anyone else around her.

Mia had studied the board closely. She knew what she could and couldn't do to Meg and Charlie and even what their favorite kinks were. Charlie squirmed in the utmost embarrassment because her innocence convinced her that Mia was just trying to play within the rules even if the stronger, taller girl was technically not supposed to do this. She could play by TIE’s strict rules.

“That sure looks like fun!” Mia watched Megan orgasm unaware she was also being watched.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” sensually groaned in spite of her stiff resistance.
“Mmmmmm?” Charlie tried to look innocent and bat her eyelashes in her desire to be set free.
“You look like a sweetheart even tied up like that, Miss Charlotte.”
“Awwwww,” the captive batted her eyes some more, but it didn't help.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Megan went like a clock.

The board is why a pink bandana blindfolded Megan and why Mia had pulled Megan’s shirt out from under the ropes and, successively, Megan’s bra. This is why a pair of binder clips squeezed Megan’s nipples with a loud shriek. Likewise, the board told Mia to put a vibrator against Meg’s crotch. Mia did all of these things with a smile and a laugh that comforted the captives.

Now, like a timer, Megan orgasmed. The big problem was that Mia didn't know what to do with either girl at this point besides spanking them and tickling them. Charlie’s limits didn't allow too much besides the spanking and tickling. Mia didn't know the other things Megan had written as being kinks of hers or how to apply them. The captor simply did what she understood. Mia was so engrossed that she wasn't ready for Emilia’s ball gag, now washed, to fill her mouth.

“It's two against one, so you’d better play along.” Cassie playfully hissed into Mia’s ear.
“Mmm hmmm,” Mia nodded in complete understanding that she was outnumbered.

With that, Emilia bound Mia. The Spanish girl tied her new Little’s wrists, elbows, waist/crotch, breasts, ankles, knees, and thighs as is typical, although she somewhat expected the thigh ropes to slip off Mia’s legs at any moment. The black girl couldn't help but laugh a little since she had nothing to gain or lose in her little adventure and had been merely having fun flipping the tables.

Emilia received the satisfaction of binding her Little, and she relished every moment. One of the most charming things was Emilia’s accent. She spoke English with a thick Spanish accent and a charm that rendered her incapable of being intimidating in TUGs. There was too much fun in the bondage games, and she was seen as a paragon of TIE values. Her binding skills were excellent, a reason why she was a “Rope Master,” of which there were only two in TIE.

“There… trust me, you're not escaping,” Cassie smiled before turning around, “As for you two!”
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Megan mindlessly squirmed in her excited state.
“You two deserve to be punished for how you’ve acted,” the House Mother was firm.
“I knew you’d adjust to that,” Emilia giggled in the background as she exposed Mia.
“Mmmmmm,” Mia blushed at the exposure of her firm, average breasts.
“Now what will we do with the two of you?” Cassie put her hands on her hips.
“Nnnnhhhhh mmmmm gggggg nnnn?” Charlie asked and struggled.
“I think it's time Charlie finally tried something adventurous even if she doesn't like it.”

Charlie shuddered in her bindings and started to panic. She had her limits and did not desire to change anything for anyone. She was raised to avoid such conduct, and she had chosen to live in this particular house because she trusted Cassie and Emilia not to violate her boundaries. Such a suggestion was unacceptable to her especially when she felt antagonized by the ring gag.

To have Cassie suggesting that Charlotte finally explored nudity or sexuality felt like betrayal in the highest. Beside them, Megan was enjoying a solo orgy if such a thing exists. Drool poured off the ball gag like a slow faucet, covering Megan’s chest and shirt, and her groans provided one of several sources of background noise that erratically combined to make a constant cacophony. The buzz of the vibrator provided a soft bass-line. In a word, Megan was aroused.

“Nuh uhh,” Charlie shook her head; her boundaries remained firm.
“Awwww, c’mon, Charlotte… Just try it once. Please?” Cassie tried one last time.
“Nmmmm,” there were certain things that were unacceptable to Charlie.
“Oh, all right… May I buzz you a little?” Cassie wanted to finally try this on her Little.
“Nuh uhh,” the young Miss Hansen held firm on her stance.
“Mmm hmm,” Mia instead nodded to volunteer for the vibration.
“Leave Charlie alone,” Emilia said defensively for her friend, “And help me with Mia.”

Charlie internally smiled when Cassie turned away. Beside her, Megan was lost in what had to be at least her fifth orgasm. Once Meg gets going, she keeps going. It was amusing the way the girls varied in their bondage preferences in so many ways. Megan orgasmed like a machine, but Cassie was just as rhythmic despite taking more time between each one. Yet Emilia orgasmed in a less cyclic manner.

And there was Charlie, who’d never orgasmed or had her breasts exposed or even permitted any of her sisters to tie a crotch rope unless she was wearing jeans. Perhaps it wasn't so bad? What if she was actually denying herself a little bit of fun on account of an overly legalistic approach to what was really just a mutually fun time between friends. After all, they weren't lesbian, yet some of them still enjoyed the exposure and the clamps and the vibration.

“EEEEEEEEEEE!” Mia responded to her paddling.
“You should not have messed with us, amiga!” Emilia giggles loudly.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Megan again sighed heavily and squirmed in her own position.
“You’re really something else,” Cassie shook her head and twisted the clamps.
“YEEEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!” came a large shriek out of Megan.
“Mmph!” Charlie stood up to get Cassie’s attention and sat down.

Charlie looked her Big in the eyes and looked down at her breasts before playfully shaking her breasts about so that they jiggled just a little. They were just A cups, but they were A cups that Cassie wanted to play with the day she learned that Charlie would be her Little. Now, the day had come. Charlie looked Cassie in the eyes once again and smiled as much as the gag allowed her to smile. A little giggle accompanied the smile. It wasn’t desire as much as trust.

By being so strict on all fronts, Charlie was depriving both herself and her Big of opportunities to grow together. Every time she was tied up, it was tickling, spanking, or being ignored. Once in a while, it was fun to effectively abandon a captive, especially one like Charlie who was always gagged with one of the “safer” gags since she wouldn’t permit any kind of stuffed gag. Every so often, though, a change of pace was necessary for both Big and Little to be able to connect in an unique way as only they could. Charlie felt like she learned so many things from Cassie, but she denied herself opportunities to learn.

“Mmmmmm,” Charlie groaned a little while her shirt was first pulled up to reveal a plain bra.
“Do you want to proceed?” Cassie asked her calmly, not letting her emotions get the best of her.
“Mmm hmm,” the captive nodded, knowing there was no return.
“Voila!” the Big professionally revealed her Little’s tiny bust to the three who could see.
“Congratulation to you on a big step in your friendship,” Emilia said to them.
“Heh heh,” the ring gag made Charlie’s laughing smile look goofy.

Mia sheepishly turned away. Her little prank had spurred a remarkable development between her two new sisters. She wasn’t trying to do anything except have fun by surprising the roommates by capturing all four of them. Her inexperience had shown itself, though, because she’d allowed her captives to escape by not paying enough attention to each of them and, importantly, allowing them the time by themselves to help each other escape. Her mistake had turned into something good though, and she couldn’t help but be happy that things had worked out in this way.

“Mia,” Emilia hugged her new Little and kissed her on the cheek, “You’re going to be quite the joy to have in our lives, and I look forward to many more adventures and surprises with you.”

It was indeed still only the beginning for the Bigs, their Littles, and their roommates.

THE END

Truly fantastic. All the Interactions. Tables turned and turned again - the Ladies know how to play!

More twists and turns than the Monte Carlo Grand Prix circuit! Enjoyable read.

LunaDog wrote: 6 months ago More twists and turns than the Monte Carlo Grand Prix circuit! Enjoyable read.

This comment cracked me up. Well done

LunaDog wrote: 6 months ago More twists and turns than the Monte Carlo Grand Prix circuit! Enjoyable read.

Nice one!