Stories of Tie Up Games

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Sammy and the Mood Rings

Hi! I’m Jenny Kristensen. You may call me Jenny, Jenn, or Gangsta Princess. I am one of the founding members of the Cool Girls’ Club, and I’m going to narrate this story. This story took place from the Saturday before orientation week to the Saturday before classes began, right on the campus of Minnesota Institute of Technology. This was the time of the CGC Bandana Mood Ring Experiment suggested by our newly inaugurated 2017-18 Club President Emilia. She gave us a guide since so many of us wore bandanas and told us to wear our bandanas in accordance with her system. It was all in fun. That was also the first week of the membership of Samantha Räänta, a freshman on the women's rowing team. Let's go!

Day 0: The New Girl
Saturday, August 19, 2017

“You tie each other up for fun?” Sammy asks us for the fifth time since dinner.

“Yes, Sammy,” I finally show her a photo where Bridget and I are bound and gagged together.

“Whoaaaa! Bridget! You're cute!” she takes my phone from me, “Wow, that looks fun.”

“It is fun!” I bounce along in front of Sammy and Bridget, “You're gonna love it!”

“Calm down, Gangsta Princess,” Bridget bursts into bright and cheery laughter.

“I’ll go with anything you suggest as long as Jenny is tied up too,” Sammy flashes a slight smile.

“You don't have to ask me twice! I love being tightly bound and gagged!” I bounce again.

This CGC meeting is happening at one of the Tau Iota Epsilon (TIE) Sorority houses, the one the Cool Girls Cassie and Emilia happen to occupy, since Emilia, who a month ago told us she had a big announcement for the CGC, was also elected President in our last election. She’s going to be inaugurated and then share her plan for the next week. Sammy will be inducted into the CGC as part of the evening as well.

Sammy and Bridget are friends from high school. Sammy’s so cute in her fashion; she dresses a lot like me. She’s got a yellow bandana headband with yellow athletic shorts, or trainers, and a bright blue sleeveless t-shirt. Her yellow socks and bright blue sneakers close out the outfit. We have already exchanged a laugh about Sammy’s outfit on our walk; I’m blue-yellow colorblind.

The meeting went about how one would expect a “first meeting of the semester” to go. It was so boring! We inaugurated Emilia to great fanfare though, and we had elected my friend Lauren, an interesting girl I hope you’ll love as much as I do, as Vice-President. Our third board member, or “member-at-large,” was Hannah Larsson, one of my roommates, a girl you’ll also love. Now, we are sitting around and waiting for Emilia to explain her plan to us.

“I’m befuddled to be President,” Emilia smiles softly, “But I will do my best.”

The tall black haired Spaniard explains her plan for a game that will help us discover both our own selves and our friends, a game that will make us work together and see ourselves in a brand new light. A mood ring week where us Cool Girls, bandana addicts we are, will wear bandanas according to our mood instead of our fashion preferences, is her idea. It's a fascinating idea, and she wants to participate in her own way. She outlines for us her idea, and she says that each of us will have an accountability partner to whom we can pour out our feelings in private. The best part is that I’m assigned to be Sammy’s accountability partner. We will do this starting Sunday and going through Saturday, and we will use tomorrow as a warmup.

“I don't know you, Sammy,” Emilia’s brown eyes and inflection are friendly, “Are you new?”

“Sammy is the new girl,” Bridget beams, “We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Well, then, we must put her through a challenge. Sammy and Jenny, would you two mind being tied to chairs for just one hour?” Emilia asks, “I will make sure only the best socks gag you.”

“Wow,” Sammy watches Emilia motion to her own socks, “That’d be so humiliating.”

“Oh, it really is humiliating. Care to try it?” I ask her with my rope bunny spring.

“Bridget?” Sammy bites her lower lip and turns to her hero for approval before she will play.

Bridget is always three steps ahead of Sammy. When Sammy is a freshman at a school, Bridget is a senior. It was that way in high school, although Sammy was home schooled, when they were on the same rowing squad, and now it is the same way here at Minnesota Tech. Sammy was like a protégé to Bridget, and the young girl embraced her role. I don't know much else except that a surname like Räänta sounds Nordic, she speaks Russian very well, and she's Orthodox Christian.

Bridget and Emilia are careful, semi-professional girls with clothesline, which is what is used for tying our wrists and elbows behind our backs. To my happiness, Sammy’s elbows crush together as easily as mine. Like me, she isn't really strained by something that puts a bit of pressure on an enormous number of girls, and some can't handle it. At all! We're going to meet so many girls in this story, and I don't want to overwhelm you. We already have Sammy, Bridgie, Millie, and me, and I mentioned Lauren and Hannah. There is Nichole I will introduce now because she is a girl who is particularly special. My sister from another mother, as known as… bestie!

We have Sammy, the 69 inch tall Russian rower, a quiet girl with a big heart. She has that blonde hair with its brown highlights, which is similar to mine except her colors are a little paler, but she is a bit scrawny and haggard despite her strength. Something is wrong, seriously wrong. I hope I can help her! Bridget thinks Sammy is stronger than the stronger Cool Girls or TIE girls, but I would have to see her in action to believe that.

I'm all of 61 inches. I’m short! I’m bouncy! I’m happy! I skip and jump all the way to the site of my next captivity, hoping my captor or kidnapper will tie me up with this same ferocity as the duo of Emilia and Bridget are using right now. Tighter ties mean happier Jenny. Like I said, my hair is a yellower blonde, but I am clearly Danish. I speak it, too; Bridget speaks Swedish. That comes in handy because of mutual intelligibility. We talk behind our friends’ backs! Well, come on, girls, tie me up, and don't forget those dirty socks you promised us.

Emilia, or Millie as she permits those who say her name properly to call her, is about 68 inches tall and an absolute stick. She co-invented the magnet/wristband system along with her past and present roommate during her own sophomore year, or my freshman year here, so they’d know it was safe to nab each other for surprise games without messing up any assignments or preventing the other from meeting some other deadline or obligation. We’re all wearing a rubber wristband in accordance with the system even though it was a TIE thing. Good ideas are good! Millie has a heart of gold much like mine, but she is more adventurous than me and has modeled bondage.

Bridget, Bridger, Bridge, and Bridgie are all names and nicknames that Bridget likes. Idget may be used by her siblings alone in a playful context (not true; she responds to all who use it to tease her; but it's what she says), and all others are off limits. Her Italian roommates call her Brigida; I call her Bridgie a lot because it's cuter. She's 64 inches tall, stocky, and has long platinum blonde locks that reach past her shoulder blades. She's a short, strong teddy bear who once broke my rib in a rage when I violated her emotional boundaries in the wake of her mother's death.

Then there’s Nichole, my beloved best friend since we were toddlers. She’s also about 5’4”, but she is a married woman now. She’s got shoulder length dark brown curls that are adorable from all angles. Unfortunately, she has a gnarled body, especially her legs, from a horrific attack that almost killed her less than one year ago. Her brown eyes gaze at me in love while she sits on my lap to help keep me in place. Millie hands a pair of mismatched socks, one her own and one that is Bridget’s, to Nichole, who puts the package right up to my lips. I turn away.

“Oh, come on, you want to eat these and smell Cassie’s shoe, don’t you?” Nichole taunts me.

“Nmmm,” I shake my head left, “mmmm,” and right with a closed lip smile on my face and a playful shine in my eye, and then I emphasize my desires by looking at her, “Nuh uh!”

“Jennnnyyyyyyy,” she sings my name and looks into my eyes, “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Nuh uh,” I blush and pull back while the rope continues to torque me to myself and the chair.

“You want to eat the socks, don’t you?” Emilia similarly holds some up to Sammy’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” Sammy shrugs and looks away from our president, “Naaaaahhhh.”

“Girls,” this is where Lauren, our new vice-president, and one of my best friends, does her part.

Lauren’s really big. She’s 71 inches tall. That’s almost 6 feet! And she has a younger and taller sister who is also right in this very room! She’s wearing a Cool Girls’ Club classic outfit with a pair of black trainers, a bright blue t-shirt, and a black elastic headband with her hair secured in a pretty braid with a pink scrunchie. She’s a big, strong softball catcher with an unusual skin tone that hearkens to a mixed ancestry that includes, for certain, Seminole and, as the younger, bigger sister believes, Miccosukee. Their skin is darker toned, their eyes are dark brown, and their hair is black. You’ll meet Janie tomorrow, I promise, but I’ll tell you now they’re almost identical to one another. Lauren is the more cheerful and confident sister, though, and a person with whom I immediately established a meaningful connection upon my arrival here at Minnesota Tech.

Lauren comes up behind both of us and jerks on our braids at the same time. With a shriek, sock number one, Millie’s, and sock number two, Bridgie’s, enter our mouths. They taste horrible, but Sammy is right that they are very humiliating. White handkerchiefs cleave gag us, mine knotted tightly by Lauren and Sammy’s knotted comfortably but securely by Millie. Emilia and Bridget are really the best people to have with Sammy right now because they’re so gentle with rookies. They then wrap our faces in eight layers of yellow tape, Emilia’s absolute favorite. My face is crushed to nothing by Lauren, who is strong yet so careful with binding people.

Sammy is 8 inches taller than me, so she ends up with four clotheslines on her arms, thighs, and legs while I end up with three on each. Harnesses and waist/crotch ropes secure us tightly to the chairs, and more rope runs from our ankles to the crossbar under the chair. More lines run from our knees to where the armchair supports meet the seat near the front legs. We’re going to stay tied up for as long as these girls want us here.

“Girls!” Millie quickly stands back up, “Line up and kiss both girls on the lips and cheek.”

“We’re doing this sorority style, are we?” Bridget giggles a little and kisses Sammy twice.

“Mmmmm!” I laugh as well and look around at the room full of friends.

Sammy is positively overwhelmed. She’s never encountered this much unconditional love. She is already a sister and friend to all of us even though Bridget alone knew her before today; a little walk was my introduction to her. That meant I had all of a 15 minute head start on the rest of the Cool Girls’ Club beyond what Bridget had told her about us in recent months. There’s a brilliant glow in Sammy’s eyes, one of bashful admiration, and she blushes more brightly each time a girl kisses her. Between kisses, she struggles a little and even squeals in excitement at being captive.

Sammy’s a rope bunny.

Millie and Cassie are ideal best friends. I’ll talk about them in the coming chapters. They prefer the gaffer tape because it doesn’t mess up photos and videos like the shine of duct tape, and it’s a lot gentler on the skin both during and after the game. It’s a serious difference, but I like the duct tape better because it sticks more tightly and more strongly, just the way I like it. I’ll let Sammy have a real duct tape gag when I get the chance. I hope I remember my plans! In my opinion, an opportunity is lost by using the gaffer tape, but I’m a rope bunny after all! Come on: tighter!

“Well,” Nichole says, “we have a Gangsta Queen, Princess, Friend, Jock, Chick, Girl… you’re the Row!” then she sits on Sammy’s lap and looks into her eyes, “I just met you, but I love you.”

Once again, Sammy blushes, and Nichole, who waited to be the last girl to greet Sammy, looks into the Russian girl’s eyes before hugging her like a girl who has been reunited with a long lost little sister. There was an instant connection that all could feel. Sammy had made a new friend so soon. Just like that, in 75 minutes, Sammy had gone from only knowing Bridget to having me and Nichole in her life! I wonder how many more new friends Sammy will make this week?

A few minutes later, we were alone with me, Bridget, Sammy, Millie, Nichole, and Cassie in the small house shared by the two of them with two of their sorority sisters. Sammy and I still had at least 30 minutes left in our captivity. The rower and I look at each other while Emilia sets things up for a video game. Nichole and Bridget are talking to Cassie, who is now in her pajamas, and the other two roommates, who have returned from an outing with some other sorority girls. They ignore me and Sammy, and we’re both enjoying our strict captivity. Sammy isn’t trying her best to get out of this situation, but I start trying my best because I know what’s coming.

Sammy’s a rope bunny.

Emilia likes to play Red Dead Redemption. Is it any wonder she excels at pirate cosplay when she she plays a video game where the purpose is to be an absolute rogue who gets coerced by other rogues into polishing off his former rogue friends before the other rogues polish off the absolute rogue who is controlled by the player? Yes, I got it right. I’ve been tied up and forced to watch this game too many times. It’s not my style. I don’t like it! Millie, no!

Millie, why?! Why did you just blow that guy’s head off?! You psychopath, you just hogtied an innocent young maiden! Oh, my goodness, don’t drop her on the train tracks. No. No! Noooo! You killed her! You deserve that bounty, you absolute rogue. I hope the sheriff finds and hangs you for this. You’re a sick girl, Emilia Albuquerque! Quit giggling!

I’m getting a massive dose of the combined flavors of Millie and Bridget’s socks. They taste so much worse when Emilia is forcing me to watch her play this game in particular. I’m thrashing like an animal now; I have to escape this before Emilia does even more bad things. Sammy isn’t shaken in the slightest, but she is trying to escape as well. We’re probably trapped, but one trait that all my friends love is that I never, ever quit. I just keep on trying to escape!

“Jenny’s lost in her imagination again,” Cassie pets my head, “What do you think she's saying?”

“Probably upset by my dishonorable conduct,” Millie giggles a little, “Sammy can take it.”

“For a girl who rarely watched movies and didn't play video games, she's calm,” Bridget adds.

“Mmmm,” Sammy placidly shrugs with a glow in her eye; she's happy, “Mmmm mmmmm.”

“Sammy, we have Jenny and Bridget,” Emilia puts down her controller, “It is time to declare you a Cool Girl. Do you accept our principles of unconditional love and friendship?”

“Mmmm hmmm!” our new friend nods with a sparkle in her eye.

“Then, with the powers invested in me as President of the Cool Girls’ Club, I pronounce you as a member of our Club. Welcome to the CGC, Sammy.”

Yay! Sammy’s a Cool Girl. I start excitedly squealing and struggling in my bonds, but I can't go anywhere on my own. I need someone to come along and free me. It has been so much fun this evening, but unfortunately all TUGs come to an end at some point. I love them so much. There is an important question I want to ask Sammy.

“Well? How was it?” I ask her while Bridget and I walk her back to her dorm.

“I liked it! A lot. It was chill and exciting at the same time,” she responds with her first smile.

“That’s what I wanted to hear!” I say with my biggest bounce of the night.

She is a rope bunny. Sammy and I are going to have so much fun this week!

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Day 1: Wristbands & Magnets
Sunday, August 20, 2017

I open my eyes; I’m alive! I practically jump to my feet and grab the outfit I want for day one of the mood ring experiment. Red skirt, brown socks, pink sneakers, pink t-shirt, and a paisley red kerchief bandana . Paisley; no flowers in the center. I sing while getting dressed to go to church with Joy. Hannah and Janie are Catholic and will go to mass. It's unusual for me; I decided upon my one knee skirt instead of my ankle skirt. A pink scrunchie holds my hair in a braid.

Today is more than just church. After church, I am going to introduce Sammy to my life as the CGC’s Number One Rope Bunny, and I am going to also explain the rules of the CGC to her. It is obvious; she's a rope bunny. I guess I should explain it better. First, I am going to go make a lovely breakfast spread alongside my roommate Joy. Janie is awake and still in her pajamas just as I exit from my bedroom. I took a shower last night.

Hannah and I share a bedroom in our two bedroom, one bathroom, four person apartment. Here at Minnesota Tech, there are dorms for 1-4 people and apartments for 2 or 4 people. I’m living in an apartment. Joy and Janie share the other bedroom. Janie, Hannah, and I wake up around 6 AM every day, but on Sunday I don't get out of bed and do 200 pushups like Hannah. That is but one reason why Hannah, at just 5’4”, can kidnap the 6’1” softball star Janie via standard methods of jumping and out wrestling the captive-to-be. She is something to watch in action. She went to prison, learned her lessons, and became an amazing friend to so many people as a result. It's a pleasure to say that she brought about a dozen girls into the CGC who otherwise would not have known we even existed, and all 12 lives have been transformed.

“Oh, I think I’ll go allllll red,” Janie says when she sees me knotting my kerchief.

“You’ll look so cute!” I encourage her, “You're such a pretty young lady.”

“Jenny, you say the sweetest things,” she starts to cry; her mother never compliments her.

“I’m just saying the truth,” I blush at her compliment.

Janie goes for all red for real. Western paisley kerchief bandana, the flower visible. Scrunchie to hold her braided hair. Ankle skirt. Crew socks. Sneakers. Bandana wristband. Button-up plaid shirt with black as the second color. Janie. Red. Cute. Pretty. Lovable. I love her! She is such a good friend! She hugs and kisses me after she is dressed. She's big and cuddly! It's no wonder I love her; she's lovable. She struggles to love herself, but she learns from her mistakes and tries.

“Heya Gangstas,” Hannah joins us next with a bit of timidity.

Hannah went to juvenile detention. That's a fancy way of saying she went to an all-girls prison as a high schooler. She was a dealer. She got out, went back to dealing, survived an attempt on her life, and slowly reformed her life. She has a girlfriend with whom she does things mostly all of the CGC believes is reserved for men and women, but… I can't judge her. She's a good girl I love dearly. She can't help that aspect of herself. I’d struggle to stop being a rope bunny even if I were told I had to give up TUGs; I didn't discover TUGs until I was nearly 15. I love her!

I feel bad for Hannah. She has PTSD that makes certain TUG elements trigger her. For a good example, you can't duct tape her without permission. She is wearing a garter for sure based on the black hose I see held up by said garter. She has a denim knee skirt, black high heels, a black polo shirt tucked into her skirt, and an icy blue bandana headband. What interesting choices we are making! She is struggling still with so many things, and she curls up in a ball on the couch.

Joy lives up to her name. Always. Through thick and thin, Joy discovers joy in all things. She’s a real blessing in my life, and we're going to bond on Tuesday over a bottle of Valvoline. It's too long to explain. Joy doesn't see how beautiful she is. I love her; Janie loves her; Hannah loves her. The CGC loves her. The girls of the Tau Iota Epsilon TUG sorority love her. But, worst of all, Joy doesn't love Joy. It's hard to accept, but she mentally berates herself over her past ways of drinking, sleeping with men, and sleeping with (often bound and gagged) girls. Past.

This past is the main reason why Joy dresses like she does everyday now. Lavender ankle-length skirt, a chocolate brown t-shirt, lavender kerchief bandana, lavender socks, and brown flats. She dresses modesty to remind herself she's a child of God to help her resist drinking and sex. I think it's beautiful; it does work for her. I love her! When she quietly steps out of the shower around 7:30, breakfast is on the table.

Janie eats like a horse. So much for being an Indian princess. You see, Janie has jet black hair, a darker skin color, and beautiful brown eyes because she’s part Seminole and part Miccosukee. I don’t know the Florida Native tribes, but she looks like the part. Never mind all that, she’s a big force on the softball field with slugging capabilities to probably play baseball. This big girl has a bigger heart. What a sweet, wonderful soul she is when you unveil the true Janie! This girl finds distress and reacts by praying. What a friend! Is it any wonder I love her?

Hannah’s incredibly strong, like I said. She’s a typical Viking girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, a big heart, and a fun spirit. Her hair let free is proportionally a little shorter than mine braided. I see sadness in her eyes; she says I’m too sweet and innocent to be told what happened to her that she is this way despite the true happiness she has discovered since then. She thinks I’m naïve or foolish. I know the truth. She was hurt in prison by the guards. I figured it out on my own, and I got confirmation from my cousin who was also in juvie with Hannah. I love you, Hannah!

Joy might be a little overweight, but she can be angelic. Maybe she's not as dramatic in kneeling beside her bed to pray like I do or grabbing prayer beads like Janie, but Joy prays constantly with a fervent spirit. She knows her struggles and prays her way through them. Her long light brown hair, maybe dark blonde really, is a beautiful sight, and her bluish-greenish-brownish eyes really do complement her looks. Sorry; I’m colorblind. Joy struggles; she has a crush on Hannah that is a source of much confusion to her. She doesn't believe it's wrong like I do, but she still doesn't know how to respond to it properly. To me, their dirtier-than-platonic-but-not-romantic cuddling during TUGs is a good way to express it in a healthy manner. Regardless, I love her!

The magnet/wristband system is an amazing thing the Cool Girls’ Club borrowed from our sister organization, the Tau Iota Epsilon “sorority,” a Minnesota Tech TUG club, basically. Like us, it is only for girls, but they’re an official college organization and share some elements with Greek life, like having houses, bigs and littles, age limits, and so forth. Still, they developed a system I knew was perfect for us, and I latched onto it the day Joy’s big sister told me about it.

This Magnet/Wristband Stoplight System is simple. They hang a big markerboard in each of the houses, and on the board are written the names of each of the residents. She puts a green magnet beside her name and writes in the times she is available that day. During the times she wrote, it’s no holds barred with any girl in the sorority free to just jump that girl without any warning and to bind and gag her! What fun! When the girl puts a yellow magnet beside her name, she is free to be jumped, but you have to ask her permission to continue after you’ve got her captured. If there is a red magnet, then she isn’t available to be jumped at all, but she might be free to jump others or even you! Red is the default for girls who don’t like being tied up at all. Last of all, black is to designate girls who want to play at all that day. This is how it operates with the home, but the wristband system is for those outside the home. The girl wears a bandana wristband or a rubber wristband in the color that correlates to her state with the caveat that you need to be more careful since she might be available to play, but you don’t know her full window of availability.

Each girl not only puts a magnet beside her name but also in green writes things that she likes in TUGs that go beyond what they call their “TUG baseline” and would be wrong to assume is OK for a girl. So, girls use green to write things like, for me, a dirty sock gag or maybe, if a girl is a brave soul, something dirty like having her clothes taken off her. Regardless, the system requires strict enforcement to work, but it does work for them. Naturally, in a group like us, where it’s all about the love and friendship, such a system works great. We adopted it as part of the CGC once Joy’s older sister, the primary founder and current president of TIE, told us about it. Awesome!

“Janie’s wristband isn’t just a fashion statement?” Sammy asked me when I explained it to her as she studied the red bandana on Janie’s right wrist, “No wonder you call her ‘Gangsta Jock.’”
“Nope. That red is her way of saying she doesn’t want to be tied up right now,” I smile and even show off my own green rubber wristband

“I like you, Jenny. You’re truly happy for the right reasons,” my new friend’s eyes sparkle.

“Oh,” I blush and squirm where I stand, “It’s the joy of Jesus down inside my heart.”

“Ah,” she nods thoughtfully, “I struggle a lot to find that kind of joy despite loving Him.”

“Well, maybe we’ll help each other then! I love learning about Jesus from other examples!”

Sammy doesn’t have a church she can attend around here. She’s Russian Orthodox and from a very poor single parent household, as Bridget told me. I didn’t pry into any personal matters, but I did ask what Sammy did for church here. She sadly admitted that she dressed for church like if she were back home in Madison and watched a live stream from any Orthodox church she could find online. She even dressed up like she had gone in person, and how lovely she looked!

The young Russian girl with the grayish-brownish pale blonde hair and the blue-gray eyes wears a patternless bright blue tie-dye kerchief bandana. Bridget said it is typical to see Sammy’s hair in a braid like this, and today’s braid is held by a white scrunchie. What a glow is in her eyes to accompany that blue! With that, she has a matching ankle skirt in the same kind of blue tie-dye. On her feet are white knee socks and white pumps (short heel shoes), and she wears a white and navy split-color polo shirt. She seems happier than yesterday.

“I called Momma last night and told her all about Bridgie, you, and the CGC and how you all of you bound and gagged me,” Sammy smiles at me, “We talked for an hour or more about you.”

“What?!” I’m quite stunned to hear this because most parents don’t approve, “Annndddd?”

“She said she’d never heard me so happy and that it sounds like I found true friendship already.”

“Momma sounds like a delightful woman,” I offer my compliments, “She’s fine with TUGs.”

“As long as I’m not doing something bad like sex, she says it’s just another game.”

“Wow! My own mother threw me out of the house for two days before I could convince her that I wasn’t doing anything dirty in TUGs,” I blush at the memory of 14 months ago.

“Well, well, Janie,” Sammy giggles, but I don’t get the chance to respond to her statement.

“MMMPH!” Janie gags me with one hand and clutches me tightly with the other arm.

It’s hopeless. I’m 5’1”. She’s 6’1”! As much as I love her, I cannot escape these clutches in any way except by having others help me. I squirm up a storm, but I love it. I want to be grabbed by my friends and bound and gagged so tightly I can’t move more than an inch without help from a different friend. Nothing’s more fun than being tightly restrained against my will and being shut up so well that I can’t say anything. To my surprise, though, I’m not alone. Sammy!

Despite being smaller and seemingly weaker, Sammy takes the offensive against Janie Patterson, the girl who’s so big and invincible that we call her “The Gentle Giant” because she loves being helpless almost as much as I do. Janie’s subtle plot to capture me has been upheaved by the cute young rower from Madison. Look at her go! I scramble away from Janie’s grasp and am unsure what to do. Joy and I both realize that Janie’s wearing a red wristband, but then again Sammy is a rookie and might not understand. Then, I notice that Janie has changed her wristband to green. Sneaky Janie wore the red so that we would leave her alone until she was ready to play. In case you are wondering, yes we’re still wearing our church clothes because we all ate lunch with our friends, including Sammy. Hannah comes up beside me and grins; she put Janie up to this.

“Well, go on, Jenny,” Hannah gives me a push, “Sammy doesn’t know how to tie her up!”

“Promise me you’ll kidnap me and teach Sammy how to tie up people using me?” I ask her.

“You got it!” Joy responds, “Maybe Hannah will wrestle Sammy too; I’ll ensure Hannah wins.”

“I’m on it!” away I go to get my TUG bag with all its rope, tape, and other toys, “Let’s do this!”

“I don’t believe it!” Janie isn’t totally shocked since Hannah’s kidnapped her before, “Sammy!”

“You underestimated me, Miss Patterson. Take her, Jenny!” Sammy is smiling brightly.

With a mischievous grin and delight in my heart, I take out my classic clothesline and torque up Janie’s elbows behind her back, leaving nothing on the table. Once I’ve finished that, I torque up her ankles with similar efficacy. There are different styles of binding people. Some go for tight bonds with less cinching like me; some go for lots of cinching but not as tight of bonds; some go for a hybrid, with tightness vs. cinching being mixed as they see fit on different parts. Cinching, to me, is most important when tying the wrists together, and tightness matters on elbows, ankles, and waist/crotch ropes. I like when tight bindings are used on me, but all these details will best be taught to Sammy by Hannah, not me. Hannah’s a real pro and a good teacher, and she’ll be a lot more patient with a rookie student than I will be because I just want to be tied up already!

I know Janie well enough that I kick off my sneakers, take off my socks, and stuff them deep into Janie’s mouth. I tie a tight red bandana cleave gag (and I tie them tight!) and Janie’s face in, you guessed it, red vet wrap. I do three wraps as a cleave gag and five as an OTM gag. That’s going to keep Janie quiet for a while, but I use a second red bandana as a classic triangular OTM gag as an extra measure and to add a classic feel to Janie’s imprisonment. Now, with her wrists, ankles, and elbows tied, I feel confident letting Sammy get off Janie and finishing her off on my own. It isn’t proper binding if there isn’t a harness and a waist/crotch rope. Some say these are sexy, for many of my friends use crotch ropes to force girls to get a sexual thrill out of things and because the harness makes the bust perkier. I say it’s hogwash; the crotch rope is a good, tough restraint when combined with the waist rope to pin the arms down to the torso; the harness does make the bust perkier but also only leads to a dirty thrill if the person is looking with a dirty mind, right? I therefore have no qualms about tying the harness or the waist/crotch rope, and I bind Janie’s legs at her knees, shins, lower thighs, and upper thighs even though I have to reach under her skirt to do it. There’s no dirty intent, so it’s not dirty. We’re just girls who like to play rough games. To finish Janie’s binding, I hogtie her by tying her ankles and elbows together. She’s so happy!

“MMMMMPH!” I’m grabbed again, but this time Sammy’s my assailant.

“All right, Sammy, it’s time to learn how to bind and gag,” Hannah smiles, “Watch and learn.”

“I’m ready to learn,” I can feel the happiness in how relaxed Sammy is despite holding me down.

“Mmm,” I gaze lovingly into each of my friend’s eyes, and they all catch it and smile back at me.

“OK, Sammy, here’s how you properly tie up someone,” Hannah begins the demonstration.

“Mmmmm!” Joy gags me with her hand so that Sammy is free to learn from Hannah. What fun!

Hannah ties my wrists together behind my back with the professional ease that comes with over two years of being a “bondage model,” including often being the rigger for a studio. She is slow and careful, and then she has Sammy repeat it on my elbows. It takes a couple of tries, but she is getting it. I can feel her tension and cinching improving with each attempt. Hannah prefers that a rookie learns using brown or pink ropes, like the brown ones they took from my TUG bag; she says that they’re less likely to overtighten the knots in a harmful way than with clothesline. It’s hard for me to judge because we four all learned on clothesline except Janie. It doesn’t matter as I can feel Sammy doing better and better with each bond.

My elbows, forearms, and wrists come first; then my ankles, knees, shins, lower thighs, and upper thighs follow. Then, Hannah cautions Sammy on the dangers of improper binding before they start on the waist and crotch rope, which I have already lectured you about. Still, Sammy gets the lecture on possible sexual reactions due to a crotch rope, but I don’t get any of that although sometimes I get a burning feeling and a little wetness down there from the crotch rope being so tight. That’s just like a wet gag though. What they mean is different when they talk about these things then what I’m talking about. Regardless of semantics, they tie it under my skirt against my panties since I’m, well, wearing a skirt! There is a decided pleasure in the rough feeling and the energy release that comes with my usual frantic struggles against all bindings. Sammy is also talked through a harness with ropes on either side of my bust and a cinching through my armpits. It’s all good and tight. They sit me up now. Joy is sitting down to calmly unlace her shoes and remove her socks; it’s time for an awesome gag.

“Well?” I ask Sammy and look into her happy eyes.

“You’re happy people. You love Jesus like I do. Why wouldn’t I like TUGs?” her eyes sparkle.

“All right, Jenny, I think you deserve to taste and smell Joy,” Hannah smiles, “Enjoy the Joy!”

“I’m not just going to open up for you!” I close my lips and quickly roll away so my face is in a corner, “You’ll have to force me to eat it the rough and mean way!”

“I’m impressed,” Sammy remarks and follows me right into the corner, “She's a spunky thing for a girl who's so tiny,” then she effortlessly sits me, but I whip her with my braid, “Hey! Stop it!”

“Gag yourselves with those,” I smile and close my lips, “Use a bandana and lots of duct tape.”

That one is my mistake. I subconsciously do it! I do it to myself all the time! Instead of making a snarky quip in the midst of my spunky resistance, I tell my captors what I am deep down inside hoping they will do to me. In this case, I really am hoping for Joy’s socks to get jammed into my mouth and secured under layers and layers of duct tape. I’m such a fool sometimes! You would not know I was closing on graduating with honors with a mechanical engineering degree with a minor in aerospace engineering!

Still, I keep whipping Sammy with my braid, but then she plays a trump card by grabbing me by the braid and yanking on it with a sharp and strong motion. I resist crying out, but I still open up just enough for Hannah to jam Joy’s rancid socks into my mouth. I immediately grimace at those pungent flavors that permeate the socks. Joy has a terrible taste, to say the least. A blue bandana cleave gags pushes the socks into my mouth, and I almost squeal with delight from the sensation of the bandana being tightly knotted behind my head. Then comes a smell I both hate and love at the same time. Yes, I mean the smell of duct tape. The sound of it ripping off the roll is a delight to my ears, and Sammy has the strength to really squeeze my face down when she wraps the tape around my head 8 times. The glue sticks to my face and holds me in its tight grip. What fun! I must be squirming too much because I feel that burning sensation from the crotch rope.

“All right, Sammy, think you can take me down?” Hannah asks the rower.

“Loser gets tied up like Jenny?” Sammy smirks, “What is she again? Gangsta Princess?”

“Yeah,” my roommate, the girl in the denim skirt, is ready to rumble, “Here goes!”

Then they wrestle, and what a wrestling match it is. Sammy and Hannah are an excellent match for each other, pushing each other to the limit. How strong Hannah is for a girl who's just 5’4”; I can't believe how much power she has despite having watched her kidnap Janie the hard way. It is a fair match, and the two girls begin sweating. One's on top; then the other’s on top. Hannah, I love you, but you could genuinely break me into pieces if you desired. Watching you take on a series of girls so much taller than you is incredible. There it is. Hannah just tied Sammy's arms behind her back with one of my pink ropes. I dyed it myself; thank you for asking. Sammy has a huge smile on her face; she loved the wrestling march even if she lost this time. With that, she is subjected to her first ever mock reverse prayer tie with her arms crossed behind her back with her hands resting on her shoulder blades. It's a tough, unforgiving, and incredibly fun position.

Sammy has ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs tied like mine and Janie’s, and she also has a harness and a crotch rope under her skirt. Hannah takes off her shoes and socks and holds the socks up to Sammy's mouth. Sammy blushes a little and shakes her head, holding her mouth shut tightly. She whips her captor with her braid, and Hannah responds by blindfolding Sammy with a red bandana! What fun! C’mon, girls, blindfold me, too! The Russian girl holds the fort down, though, and doesn't give up. She looks so cute even without a gag. I don't know why, but I love her! Hannah and Joy seem to delight in the sight as well and give Sammy a bit of a break. I see a little light go off in Hannah’s head, and she rifles through my bag until she finds just the right thing. It's one of our orange homemade rubber ball gags, comprised of a 2 inch rubber dog toy ball that has holes through the side that are big enough for a bandana or a handkerchief to be passed through the holes. This one happens to have a brown bandana instead, and Joy comes up behind Sammy and pushes the smelly socks against Sammy's nose.

“Nooooooo,” Sammy giggles through gritted teeth and then whips Joy with her braid.

“C’mon, Samantha,” Joy uses given names when she feels a meaningful connection to someone.

“Nope,” the Russian smiles and keeps a strong resistance, testing the ropes, “Leave me alone.

“Let's cut to the chase,” Hannah yanks on Sammy's braid, evoking a shriek, “Perfect.”

“Mmmmmmm!” Sammy relaxes a little now that she's gagged, “Ah ike thih!” she happily says.

“Let's hogtie these two as well,” Joy says, “Put them in their place before their photo shoot. We ignore them after the photos.”

“Wheeeeeee!” I squeal in absolute delight at being rolled onto my stomach.

Hogties are so much fun and add a layer of challenge to the captivity. Sammy is also rolled onto her stomach, and rope connects our ankles to our harnesses. I don't get the blindfold I desire, but I at least have this hogtie. What a delight! What a joy! How much fun we are having! Sammy, I knew you’d be a rope bunny, but this is only scratching the surface of what can happen. I hope you get a chance to be on top with confident rope tying skills this week.

I’d say our first day, our testing day, of the mood ring experiment is a success. Joy and Hannah wore Western paisley bandanas, and Hannah had a headband. We all sported a practical, modest style for the Lord’s day. Janie and I showed strength and energy; Hannah was serene as can be in spite of two wrestling matches; Joy showed feminine peace; Sammy showed calm trust in us. In my opinion, a day like today is a big success.

Here at the CGC, we maintain a Facebook group that is completely private and inaccessible. An invitation from a member is necessary, and then the President has to let you into the group. Here is the memory of the CGC, the place where we upload all of the photos and videos that we have collected over the years. It's a tradition as old as the CGC itself. We do indeed sometimes look in thearchive to jog our memory, recall a good day, or remind someone of an embarrassing time.

I finally receive my much desired black bandana blindfold; it's time to check out for today. I am promising you that next time there will be more action and less talking so that I can carry a game to its conclusion. It took so long to get to this point that it will drag out too long if I go into the joy of being ignored. I’m sure it will happen again. See you!

Wow

Thanks for posting CGC stories! I may not comment as often as I'd like, but these stories are always a joy to read.

Great story! I agree with tiedinbluetights your stories are such a joy!!

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Thanks for posting CGC stories! I may not comment as often as I'd like, but these stories are always a joy to read.

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Day 2: A Sticky Situation
Monday, August 21, 2017

“Tell me more about yesterday,” I bounce instead of walking alongside Sammy.

“I liked being, as you put it, torqued up. It was fun to be so tightly bound and gagged with Joy’s socks and have my face squished in the duct tape. The tickling was fun, but I could have taken a lot more than they gave me.”

“Wellllll,” I laugh as I say it, “They weren’t sure how much you could handle and took it easy.”

“That’s thoughtful of them,” the genuine appreciation is obvious in her voice, “I like them.”

“Well, Sammy, tell me about your choices of bandana,” I point to her headband and skip along.

“Well, yesterday, I chose the bright blue because I calm and trusting of you girls. Today, I feel a mixture of confidence and strength. I’m ready to attempt my first kidnapping TUG.”

I’m a camouflage girl. My camouflage bandana is a headband, and I’m wearing my camouflage knee socks for a bit of fun. Sage gym shorts, a brown tank-top, and black canvas sneakers all are in keeping with the theme, right? I’m a Gangsta Princess with a military vibe about her. I try to have fun with my outfits, and I feel like I’m in a crafty, sneaky mood for kidnapping someone. I tell as much to Sammy, who raises an eyebrow at that before breaking out in raucous laughter.

Sammy is wearing a really fun Western paisley bandana that is navy blue on one side and red on the other side. She is wearing the headband to show her split mood since she happens to have an excellent choice to easily represent it. She is wearing navy gym shorts and a white t-shirt with it, and she has white crew socks and her white canvas sneakers. Canvas sneakers are really popular in the CGC, and I really do not know why or understand except that they’re just plain awesome.

Tonight, we’re going to visit Sammy’s teammates, Sera and Bridget, and their roommate, Joyce. All three of these girls are good friends of mine, and the rower Bridget and coxswain Sera want to help Sammy, naturally, since they are teammates. I carry a tote bag filled with coils of yellow rope, several bandanas, a package of handkerchiefs, and a couple packs of the rubber balls that we use for the homemade ball gags. I was busy in my kitchen this morning, with Hannah’s help, while Sammy was at orientation. We were taking ordinary white rope and dying it yellow and drying it off in order to give it to Serafina, who doesn’t have her own TUG toys yet and joined us last spring during the last month of the semester. Sammy carries a tote that includes rolls of gray duct tape, vet wrap, microfoam tape, and double-sided tape; a 12-pack of black crew socks; and packs of zip ties. No, we didn’t buy all these special for Serafina; we got these together from our personal excess except for the socks, rope, balls, and hankies. Hannah seemingly has stock in duct tape and zip tie manufacture; Janie has the wraps and tape in excess; Nichole and I have the bandanas. I just know Serafina will love it all, and I’m going to use her yellow rope on her first!

Serafina, Sera for short, is a fascinating young girl because she and all of her siblings, except for the youngest, were born in Italy, and she talks with a thick Italian accent. It is she who greets us at the door with a couple of firm hugs. Her wavy brown hair easily swings about the tops of her shoulders, and her brown eyes sparkle at the mere mention of TUGs. She is pale-skinned unlike the stereotypes you see on TV although she has a slight natural tone that is detectable once you get closer to her and pay attention to her. She’s not too tall, about 5’5”, and a strong young lady. The CGC worked miracles for this girl who once struggled with severe depression. I love her!

“Miss Randaccio, how is Benny?” I ask Sera with the deepest love from the bottom of my heart.

“He’s still got a bit of separation anxiety. I do too,” she admits, “The start of a semester is hard.”

“How old is he again?” that’s not something I actually recall asking her before.

“Oh, he…,” she does the math in her head, “He turned 6 this summer. Yeah. I’m 21; he’s 6.”

“Wait a minute,” I see the light go off in Sammy’s head before she smiles, “Sera, I didn’t know!”

“Yeah, I know,” Sera blushes and smiles, “I let people think he’s my nephew so people won’t be so judgmental. Yes, Sammy {said ‘Sah-mee’}, he’s my son.”

“I’m proud of you!” the bigger, younger Russian rower hugs the smaller, older Italian coxswain, “You embraced a mistake and turned it into something you cherish until your dying day.”

The embrace between the young and older girls is a beautiful sight I eagerly capture on camera with my phone. Bridget and Joyce look at each other and smile. Joyce is a special soul. In the summer of 2016, her father died from a heart attack at the age of 71; in November of 2016, she was violently sexually assaulted when she attempted to break up with her then boyfriend, one of the school’s star hockey players; in January of 2017, her mother was hit and killed by a wrong way drunk driver; in March of 2017, she finally established a meaningful connection with a then reclusive and private Serafina thanks to their common Italian ancestry. Within a month, Serafina was a member of the CGC, and Joyce had a friend for life who helped her to find new meaning in the aftermath of her personal tragedies, although one of those tragedies hurt all of us. Joyce is an integral part of the CGC here at Minnesota Tech because she is a connection to others in many ways. She was the conduit that brought Sera into the CGC, and she was the conduit that brought Hannah to Minn Tech because she and some TIE girls do bondage modeling at Hannah’s studios.

Joyce struggles to get out of bed, and I’ve never seen a girl so outwardly express her fight within her own soul. She attempted to take her own life after the assault, and since then she has been a lot more open about what she feels. The smiles and frowns are genuine; the truth isn’t hidden by a façade. She is happy to see that Sera’s maternity is met with love and not condemnation. She is happy to see us with the bags, knowing that it means Sera will soon have her own TUG toys. I have to add: she is just happy to see her friends. I’ll get back to her in a moment.

“Serafina,” I smile and hold out a tote bag, “I made you a promise and fulfilled it.”

“Is this… it is!” Sera’s eyes light up when she sees, “Oh, Jenny, everyone, thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. We all pitched in for this,” I smile as she plays with the yellow rope.

“I think,” she puts the rope back and grabs a roll of duct, “I know what to do with these too.”

“I like how you’re thinking,” I’m picturing Serafina bound in yellow rope and tape gagged.

“Joyce, hold Jenny down. Bridgie, help me with Sammy,” the Italian laughs, “It is time to teach the CGC the duct tape kidnapping methods my brothers and I discovered this summer!”

I look at Sammy, who smirks and braces herself. She’s going to take on Bridget and Serafina at the same time, but my only choices are to take on Joyce or to bolt out into the hallway and give away the secret of the Cool Girls’ Club. Despite being a runner who goes to the gym six days a week, there are few girls whom I can take down without the element of surprise, and thankfully Joyce is one of them. I came in the mood to kidnap, and I’m going to kidnap! I love you, girls

Joyce is only 5’4”, just like Bridget, so Sammy is easily the tallest of us just like I’m the shortest of us. Our non-athletic Italian friend is wearing jean shorts, flip-flops, and a red t-shirt with a red bandana headband . For a girl who is colorblind, I’m pretty good at telling you details! Her light brown hair is almost blonde at the right angle, and her eyes are a lovely hazel-green. Her skin is more tan than Sera’s, in part thanks to being a native Floridian who was a girl scout. She’s lost a bit of weight since her suffering, but she’s still at the middle of a healthy weight range. She takes off her glasses before engaging in the wrestling match with me. I love you, Joyce Verdi!

Sera and Bridget are formidable as a pair, able to take down anyone when working together; yes, I am including Hannah and Janie in that statement. Serafina is in all navy, suggesting she really is confident in herself. She has navy trainers, socks, a t-shirt, and a kerchief bandana. Only her sneakers are red. Bridget has navy trainers but a white t-shirt. Both shirts are school shirts, the navy and white of the Eagles. She has white socks and colorful pink and neon green sneakers.

Bridget Sjaastad is a stocky girl from a Scandinavian ancestry. There is a fun thing that she and I share that will appear in a moment. Still, she has platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes like a stereotypical Norse girl. She’s got the frame, and despite her low self-esteem is passionate as can be when it comes to defending your honor once she gets to know you and trust you. She is a tough nut to crack, though, and friendship came very slowly for all of us.

“Bridget, we were supposed to kidnap Serafina!” I say to her in Danish while grappling Joyce.

“I know!” Bridget responds to me in crisp Swedish, “We changed plans; stave off Joyce.”

“OK. Let’s just make sure Serafina doesn’t turn on you,” I tightly grip a giggling Joyce.

“Uncle!” Joyce finally says between giggles, “You win! I’ll tell you a secret if you promise that you will use the secret on me. You’re strong for such a little girl.”

“OK, I promise as long as it’s not a gross thing,” I wrap her up tightly in knowledge of victory.

“I went to TIE and borrowed a muzzle and hoods thinking I’d win; use the muzzle on me.”

I give Joyce a kiss on the cheek before I hand gag her. She squirms in my arms for drama, and I eagerly anticipate getting kidnapped by Bridget and Serafina. Sammy is putting up an incredible resistance, which gives me the time I need to tie up and gag Joyce. Joyce’s ropes are all the same colors and kinds as mine, which makes it easy to use each other’s rope on each other. I decide to tie Joyce’s wrists together instead of crossing them. Since she’s wearing a pinkish shirt, I use the brown rope so that it appears more readily. Although she squirms, she humbly accepts defeat so I may bind her up without too much effort. She’s on her stomach on her own bed, and she turns to face the wall like a true prisoner, allowing me to see her happy smile. I love you, Joyce!

Without much effort, I tie her wrists together with my usual tightness, but I use a longer rope as I know she has a tendency to try to break free like a naughty captive. A harness and a waist/crotch rope naturally follow, and I tie her ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs before hogtying her in a classic ankles to wrists method and tying the knot out of reach. I run another brown rope from her tied knees to the headboard since that’s how she’s oriented. I first use her own ball gag, a dark green one with a chin strap, on her and blindfold her with a green bandana before I put the muzzle on her. I give her a hard spank on the butt and smile. I love her, and I kidnapped her!

“Mmmmmmm,” she quietly groans when I spank her.

“That’s the spirit, Joyce!” I say while taking a picture of her, “You put up a good fight!”

It is obvious to me that Sammy has become quiet despite the loud sounds of duct tape coming off the roll. Then I turn and see Sammy’s extreme duct tape captivity. I don’t know what it is exactly, but her arms and torso are covered in gray duct tape while her leg segments appear to be taped in one long wrapping. Bridget is barefoot, so I can guess what is in Sammy’s mouth under the layers of wrapped duct tape. I realize that I’m next.

It's my turn! Yay! Even in my most dominant mood, I’m excited to be bound and gagged. Sera and Bridget grab me so I can discover “Randaccio taping.” The first strip of tape wraps around my wrists, goes up my arms to waist height, and wraps around my waist several times. I squirm as much as I can, but it's useless. Bridget pulls my sneakers and my camouflage socks off of my feet and begins taping my legs up. The first strip down there covers my ankles to my knees. The second strip on top wraps my elbows together and on either side of my boobs, crushing me down to nothing. Into my mouth goes one knee sock, and the second is a cleave gag. Tape wraps my head 7 times to finish a thorough gag. Bridget tapes my thighs all the way from my knees up to my thighs while this happens. and she also finds some thin electrical tape for my big toes.

Sammy and I are seated side by side on Bridget’s bed, and Sammy's toes also get taped together. The hoods which Joyce mentioned before are pulled over our heads, covering everything except our noses and eyes. The hoods lace up the back of our heads and even have holes for hair to be pulled through, allowing our braids to be seen. It's a tight fit, and when that is done the gray duct tape returns to hold one of Serafina's sneakers over our noses.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I groan as best I can, and not much comes out.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Sammy gets similar results before we're photographed.
“I’d say this was a success, Serafina. What do you say?” Bridget laughs.
“I say I think I need to be tied up with my new yellow rope and gagged with Sammy's socks.”
“Then you’ll get just that!” Bridget says with a friendly, loving tone, “Here I come!”
“Brigida! Mmmmmm!” Sera is initially hand gagged, “Ha ha haaaaa!”

I’m really in a sticky situation with this duct tape. It feels so good, and the humiliation of eating my own socks adds to the sensations. The hood, although a bondage toy, delightfully contributes to the feeling of helplessness as it is effectively a fourth gag. Sammy has the extra humiliation of being gagged with someone else's socks and appears to be relishing it. It's so much fun!

Sera’s wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, lower thighs, upper thighs, waist/crotch, and harness are all tied using the freshly dyed yellow rope. Her socks are thin; Sammy's are ankle cut. Sera has all four jammed into her big mouth. Duct tape wraps her head 8 times, and one of my shoes is taped over her nose in the same strip of tape before it's snapped. This is such a fun time, and Serafina is clearly delighted by the tastes and smells and textures and being unable to resist any of it.

I am always a troublemaking captive. With a slight squeak, while Bridget is still occupied with Serafina, I stand myself up and begin hopping towards the bathroom. How cute I looked before with my camouflage socks, but I suppose I am still cute with my socks and sneakers missing. If I can get to the restroom, perhaps I can find scissors. With each hop, I let out a slight squeak; once I reach the bathroom, I quickly discover that my taping is too severe and that I cannot reach up to grab anything that may be otherwise accessible. But then I am spotted.

“Jenny Danielle Kristensen, you're a bad girl!” Bridget grabs me and drags me back to the bed.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I shake my head in my resistance.

“Bad, bad, bad girl!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWWWWWW!” I squeal, “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

“There!” she smiles, naturally giving me birthday spanks and one to grow on.

“Mmmmmmm?” Sera squirms a little, stands up, and hops a little.

“You asked for it, dear,” Bridget musses up Sera’s hair and blindfolds her with a pink bandana.

Sera is rolled onto her stomach on her bed and put into a ball tie. First her thighs are pulled into her chest and tied up with decent amounts of cinching. Bridget uses twine to tie Sera’s big toes together. Last, Sera’s wrists and ankles are tied together. The captive is laid down on her own bed, against the footboard, her back as flat on the bed as possible, and her torso is roped to the footboard to restrict her movement.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sammy is a curious girl, an eager learner. Seeing what has happened to Serafina and I, she does the logical thing that any big, muscular, kidnapping victim would do after seeing captives in such distress. She stands up, hops over to Bridget, and plants a tape kiss on Bridget's cheek. Bridget is mildly surprised by this and turns towards Sammy to wag a finger of disapproval. Sammy is a sweet girl and has to contort herself because of Sera’s sneaker being taped to her face.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Uh a-ow -e?” Joyce reminds us of her presence in her little rope prison.

“You asked for it!” Bridget smiles and immediately obliges our friend; I stand up to watch.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Joyce squirms and flexes in response before having a dirty reaction.

“And you! I’m sick and tired of you!” Bridget can't keep up with so many captives at once.

“Mmmmmm!” I wail, but Bridget forced me onto a wooden desk chair, “Wheeeee!”

Bridget tapes me to the chair. My legs are completely wrapped to the length of the left leg of the chair. My thighs are taped to the seat of the chair. My torso is taped to the back of the chair; my arms are crushed between my body and the wood. My excitement hastens my breathing, forcing me to take deep, strong breaths of Serafina’s toe cheese while I taste my own. What a flavor!

I don't think anything is more humiliating and in the spirit of such games than being gagged with another person's socks, especially a captor’s or fellow captive's, and forced to smell yet another person's shoes. It is fitting that my socks were used against me just because of the dramatic yet playful vibe of my camouflage socks. Knee socks can be used as stuffing, a cleave gag, even a blindfold, and, best of all, as an OTN gag. Wiggling my bare feet and toes because my socks are in my own mouth brings an incomparable thrill because of how bad they taste, and there isn't one thing I can do to stop it. The extra sensation of the tape tightly wrapping my face not only adds to the gag in its pressure but in the knowledge that I cannot spit out those socks. This hood is an extra layer of gag, but then being forced to smell Serafina’s sneaker is but another layer to what is already very humiliating. I cannot shake the shoe off, and every breath I take must be filtered by Serafina's toe cheese. I must be tied too tightly because I feel that crotch rope style burn.

While Bridget is busy with me, Sammy starts hopping again in her determination to incur the full wrath of Bridget Sjaastad. She is naturally quiet, so she doesn't squeal with each hop like me. It is obvious she is loving this and imitating me, much to my embarrassment. I’m not that good of an example for this stuff. I’m a rope bunny who likes to be spanked, have her nose pinched, and tied up with a ridiculous amount of material because I refuse to behave.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMMMM!” Sammy groans and squirms while this happens, and I stare at Bridget.

“Bad captive!” Bridget says and locks Sammy in the armoire, complete with the padlock!

“MMMMMM!” comes from behind the now closed door.

“What are you looking at?” my captor catches my stare, and I just continue calmly staring.

“MMMMMM!” Sammy tries to kick the wall of the armoire.

“MMMMMM!” Serafina clamors to get Bridget’s attention back.

“Stop it!” Bridget turns the chair around so that I am now facing the door.

Bridget now turns her attention to Serafina once again *thump*. She begins checking each and every one of the ropes to make sure they are tight and secure *thump*. She turns back to me for a moment. I only know these things because I know Bridget so well, and I can hear the little sounds of her knotting the ropes *thump*. She hums a little song *thump*. The chair is rocking back and forth *thump*. I’m not going down with a fight *thump*. I have a reputation to maintain, the joy of being a rope bunny *thump*. No one simply puts me in my place *thump*. Just because I’m crushed in tape doesn’t mean I cannot be a rope bunny who is notoriously resistant to captivity *thump*. I have to be frustrating so that I’ll be subjected to more tortures *thump*. It’s not fun if I’m being ignored *thump*. A rough jerk of my braid is accompanied by a shriek of “ACCKK!!” Then I resume *thump* my annoying *thump* while Bridget tries to keep on top of Sera and Joyce *thump*.

I can’t help myself *thump*. Actually, I can *thump* help myself. I know what I’m doing and enjoy it, too *thump*. I’m trying to get her to do something wild *thump*. Even taping me to the chair like this can’t stop me *thump*. I’m just a rope bunny with an insatiable thirst for what my friends call “domination and punishment” *thump*. I have to do something because I don’t want just to sit here and act cute *thump*. I need action if I am going to be a captive *thump*. I am patiently waiting for her to snap *thump*. There is only so much Bridget can take *thump*. My choice of camouflage was perfect for today as I am extremely naughty *thump*. I need something more *thump*. I don’t want a simple chair tie *thump*. I want Bridget to keep spanking me *thump*.

“Jenny Danielle Kristensen, that does it!” Bridget picks up the chair with me on it!

“MMMMMM!” she drops the chair in the shower.

“Cold shower it is!” she turns on the water and adjusts the head so it’s blasting my face.

“MMMMMMM!” I wail and try to turn away, but that water is cold and perfectly aimed so that only my head is getting blasted.

“Will you behave now?” she asks me while we hear Serafina, Sammy, and Joyce making noise.

“NOOOOO!” I howl into my gag and look at Bridget as best as I can.

“I’ll fix you then,” Bridget cuts me off the chair and cuts all of the tape except that on my wrists.

“MMMMMMM!” I shake my head and try to slip away from her.

“Not a chance, Miss Jenny!” she strikes me on the butt with that Norse ferocity.

I’m laid on my stomach on Bridget’s bed. I shriek into my gag, but she easily spreads my legs out and ties my ankles to the footboard of the bed. I'm so small she pulls my legs between two adjoining slats to tie my ankles. SMACK! SMACK! she spanks me on the butt and then sits on my butt after cutting my arms free. She effortlessly ties me from my wrists to the ends of the headboard so that I am in a taut X shape on her bed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I groan loudly with a shriek mixed in there and squirm quite a bit. These layers of gag and shoe are really muffling everything out and leaving me unable to do much. This is so much fun even if it is a lot of pain. I look at Bridget, and she just smiles at me and blows me a kiss because she has to deal with others as well. She first turns her attention to the escape artist, Joyce. Sammy is making a ruckus in the armoire. Joyce has nearly escaped and is sitting up, untying the last rope.

“I’ll cut you a deal. You either take my side once you're out of those ropes, or I can strip you of your clothes and little hair pins and such, zip you up until you can no longer function, and lock you in the armoire so wyou're guaranteed to remain captive as long as I wish.”

“Mmm mmm!” Joyce has no problem accepting this offer and ending negotiations.

“MMMMMMM!” Sammy cries out and kicks the armoire some more.

“You're coming out of there, baby. Don't worry,” Bridget unlocks the door.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMMMM!” Sammy suffers the effects of her affliction, but her eyes sparkle.

“Same for you. Joyce, you spreadeagle Serafina like Jenny.”

“I’m on it.”

There was no stopping Bridget Sjaastad once she was in control of the situation. Three captives were all in spreadeagle with our ankles tied to the footboards in some way before our arms were pulled up and tied taut to the headboard. Now, there was no way for us to resist, and we just had to take whatever came our way. Right? Right?!

Of course not. You know me too well. I might be tied in a taut ‘X’ shape, but I can still oscillate my body on the bed and shake the bed by shifting my weight. That starts generating some noise and allows me to do more than my muted grunts can express. I’m just a naughty girl! Sammy is emboldened by action and tries this, but Joyce’s bed is apparently more rigid than Bridget’s. On the other hand, Serafina has no trouble in her imitation of my naughtiness. Joyce kneels beside me and smiles at me. She might be a typical glasses geek, but she’s as lovable and playful as any other person. She enjoys TUGs in so many guises despite the abuses that were wrought upon her in TUGs. It took some time, but she regained the youthful love for the game. Her sweet smile is a bit misleading. I giggle and oscillate the bed some more. She giggles back and turns in a blink of an eye. What punishment! She grabs me by the braid, jerks my head back, and ties my hair to the footboard behind me. Then comes the part I’m really wishing to receive.

“Bad girl!” she jerks on the braid so that it hurts really badly, but I love the punishment.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMM! EEEEEEEKKK!” I scream into my gag despite my enjoyment of everything.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Serafina receives the same punishment for the same offense.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Sammy then gets the same as a warning and for trying to imitate me.

“Let’s tickle them!” Bridget suggests to Joyce, “We’ll take each for 10 minutes and spank them.”

Tickling is awesome. Yes, it really is amazing. Tickling is in stages. The first stage is laughter, a laughter that is forced, strong, boisterous, and full of joy. It’s not my favorite stage though; my favorite stage is the second stage, chuckling. You can’t laugh anymore; you’re chuckling since a reaction must happen because of how your body is made. You can’t help it; God made nearly all of us this way. So, you chuckle, and it’s still fun at this point. I chuckle for a long time, much to my advantage. The last stage is the pained grunt. You can’t even chuckle, but you still have just a little bit left to give, so you give it because it’s forced out of you. This one’s my favorite when I’m in control and usually where I stop. Some like to continue to the agonized groan stage where the tickling does nothing but force your muscles to twitch and spasm painfully. This is the stage that Bridget enjoys most as a captive, but groaning is her favorite as a captor. Forcing Bridget to this point forces wonders to emerge from the strong, secretive rower. I’m going through it all.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Then it repeats with the tickling. This time they take different captives and effortlessly move me so that Bridget’s bed is next to Sammy’s so that Bridget can torture us simultaneously because a tickle torture session like this is second nature to her. She knows exactly what she’s doing to all of us and relishes it because she understands the happiness it will bring us. Bridget repeats those steps and forces us through the phases. I slowly become less resistant.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I quietly surrender finally after so much punishment.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmmmmmmm,” I no longer am as vocal as before and am now mewing like a kitten instead.

That’s enough. I’m sinking into that same thrill again. It’s the descent into subspace, that feeling I cannot describe and that varies from person to person. In this state, you’re a bit detached since you’ve basically enjoyed the game so much you’ve lost your judgment. In my case, I continue to fight, but I’m now subdued in my vocalizations and more deliberate in actions as opposed to my typical frenetic thrashing. It’s clear I’m the same person, but I’m different at the same time. My face is still wonderful crushed under the tape

I’m squirming a lot, but the squirms are slower. My responses to the punishment are gleeful and less spirited. The punishment has taken its toll. Sammy’s barely moving. Serafina’s bubbly and almost stupid. We’ve handled all we can take, and continuation will sink us deeper into things I know can be dangerous if not handled properly. It’s safe to maintain this state for me, but I don’t want to go deeper into it. I want to enjoy subspace and the feelings it brings to me as a captive.

Bridget does the smart thing, unpeeling all of the layers of gag and replacing them with a simple TIE sorority homemade ball gag with a blue rubber ball through the holes of which she threads a white handkerchief. In this state, choking becomes a much more likely possibility. Sammy isn't in subspace; she's just exhausted. She's a tough girl, and before the gag is jammed in her mouth Sammy is snapping her fingers thrice to prevent any further play. Sammy's done and smiles very brightly at Bridget and Joyce despite the sweat pouring off her body. Sera, on the other hand, is into the subspace deeper than I am, likely pushed into the state during the first round of tickling.

It's been fun. I sink into the bed, but I am soon untied. All good things come to an end, and one of the most intense TUGs I have ever played has come to its end. The clock says 9, and I said I would walk Sammy back to her dorm. Instead, Sammy is walking a happy, almost alien, Jenny back to her dorm. I am full of hugs and kisses and have to be forced into pajamas and to go to sleep by Hannah, but by the time the pajamas are on I have regained my composure.

What joys will tomorrow bring us?

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What troubles await our heroines?

Day 3: My Best Friend
Tuesday, August 22, 2017

There is no one I love like I love Nichole. This chapter is going to be all about that. I spent my Tuesday morning with Nichole since she didn’t have work that morning, and my afternoon track practice was canceled due to the potential for severe weather. It was funny, but the Director of Athletics didn’t want any of us to get struck by lightning. I can’t imagine why. Sarcasm.

“I feel like I’m balanced and in control,” Sammy explained her choice of a monochromatic green tiedye western paisley bandana, “A classic girl with a modern twist on a classic style. I feel like the flower adds a pretty feminine touch to things. What about you?”

“I’m feeling active. I actually don’t want to be a captive today. We’re going to kidnap Nichole,” I explain with a skip in my step as we walk to Nichole’s, “I love brown! I’m a dependable girl who finds so much in the simple things, and the flowerless paisley to me more simply expresses my feelings and emotions than the western flower, which I think adds a bad girly stereotype to everything whereas there are some things where God made man and woman exactly alike. Will you keep a secret? I’ve kept a secret from many people, and it’s time to share the truth.”

“Oh, well, I’ve got a funny secret too. Mine’s simple though. I can only speak Russian. I’m not fully literate in it. I can read the characters and pronounce everything properly, but I cannot text Momma in Russian. I promise I won’t spill the beans. I do a good job of keeping secrets,” she sweetly admitted, “I’m willing to listen. What’s on your mind, springy Gangsta Princess?”

“I’m blue-yellow colorblind. Tritanopia. I only know that’s tiedye green instead of tie-dye blue because you told me it’s green. Otherwise, I’d think it’s TIE sorority teal. Yeah, I still like many of the colors I wear because they’re pretty to me in spite of the colorblindness,” I blush and stop my bouncing walk and instead play with my braid, “Very, very few people know that fact though because it’s a little embarrassing and, when I was younger, led to annoyingly patronizing actions from one of my cousins. She was so insufferable I slapped her. That contrasts to another cousin who lovingly teased me about it and still does to this day.”

“Oh, Claire, I’d better get off the phone,” we hear Nichole sitting in front of her apartment when we approach the building, “My guests for the day have just arrived, and I promised them tons of fun and loads of affection,” she stops to laugh at something that Claire says, “Yes, I’ve plenty to give to them after talking to you. I’ll talk to you soon. Yes, I love you, too. Bye. Here are those lovable Gangstas, Jenny Danielle Kristensen and Samantha Evangelina Rӓӓnta!”

“Hey, Sarah Nichole Petersen!” I tease Nichole and embrace her tightly, “Tons of fun and loads of affection? Where are we getting that, hmmmm?” I give her a big kiss on the left cheek.

I can see Sammy is pleasantly surprised to learn that Nichole’s name is actually her middle name instead of her first name. I was around early enough that for many years I called her “Sarah” as a given name instead of “Nichole.” I’m glad of the change because “Sarah” and “Sera” looking so much alike would have been way too much for my bouncy mind to handle. I’d be saying the wrong name 90% of the time. This was the best girl ever. Now comes the story, the real story.

Sarah Nichole Blakely had a happy life until she was about 11 years old. She had an older sister in addition to an older brother and two younger brothers, and that older sister was Claire. There was trouble because Claire was the original one who wore bandanas because she belonged to an actual gang that committed real crimes. Their father responded in two ways: (1) throwing Claire out of the house and (2) proceeding to torture Sarah. Sarah wasn’t permitted to get new clothing and had to wear her older sister’s leftovers, which included bandanas. Thus, the Gangsta Queen began her journey to CGC immortality with her adorable love of Western paisley fabric squares that were worn as kerchiefs and headbands. Then, she rebelled, switching to using “Nichole” as her preferred name. Through her, I adopted that style, and together we were the girls who were the models for the Cool Girls’ Club. There, I’ve said enough to get you to where we need to be.

I’ve mentioned Sammy’s green tiedye bandana and my own brown headband. Sammy also had a pair of green trainers and a red t-shirt. She had red canvas sneakers and green socks as well. If I could dress so nicely. I had a lime green tank top, red trainers, brown socks, and pink sneakers. I was a hot mess and didn’t know it because it looked good to me. My braid was held back in a red scrunchie. Yeah, I look terrible, but it looks good to me! Stop judging me. Stop it!

The Gangsta Queen was in her famous navy blue kerchief bandana and matching trainers. With it, she had a blue tie-dye t-shirt, one I’d dyed for her, white socks, and black canvas sneakers. I am happy to add to everything that this past summer saw me baptize her as a Christian with my own hands in my home church back in Mudville. I cried tears of joy that day. I love Jesus, and I was so glad when Nichole told me she was ready to share my faith. After 17 years of sisterhood, I shared the thing that meant more to me than her and that she didn’t already share. I love her!

“Sammy,” I grab Nichole, one of the only people I can actually overpower, “Would you enjoy the honors of binding and gagging our sweet hostess?” I hold the squirming girl and smile.

Yes, 17 years of friendship is correct. We met after my big brother died, before my 4th birthday. I met Nichole in December of 1999, so we’re celebrating 18 years of friendship this December. I have seen her become a Christian, get married, get hit by a car because she pushed me out of the way, and seen her half dead after a murder attempt. She even lived in my parent’s home after she left her own family behind and had her own bed in my bedroom back when she was still Sarah.

“Gladly,” Sammy blushes and accepts her assignment as my fellow kidnapper, “There’s a lot of fun still to be discovered in these games. I’m enjoying being taught by you girls.”

“Mmmmmmm!” Nichole squirms in my arms, “Mmmmmm mmm mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mm mmmmmmmmm!” although neither of us captors knows what the captive is saying.

“Do crossed wrists. No crotch rope. At least not yet,” I instruct Sammy while pinning Nichole against the table, “I’ll just enjoy holding her like this in the meanwhile. Bestie is mine!”

I can tell that Nichole already likes Sammy. Sammy is likable for sure! She's so sweet and kind, and she has great insights. She sees situations as they are. She's been really educational for me as well as others. It's no wonder why Bridget and Sammy are friends. She's humble and obeys, a must for their kind of athletic activities. If you disobey the coxswain, the boat flips over!

It is odd how unsure of herself Sammy can be when engaging with new people or activities. For a rower, you would think she'd embrace the unknown, but she is unsteady even in tying Nichole. This is supposed to be easy! I picked Nichole because even I can hold her down and kidnap her single handedly. Besides, Nichole is nurturing and patient and loves teaching new people. I can feel the pleasure in Nichole's body, touched that I chose her to be Sammy's practice toy.

I quietly nudge Sammy with my shoulder, and she turns to see me smiling. I wink at her to tell her that she can do this, and I see the confidence return to her. With determination, she does an excellent job of binding my beloved friend’s wrists. I can understand the nerves. When I was at this same stage of TUG learning, I was nervous too because I am too small. Any mistakes lead to instant failure. It's a good thing I’m a rope bunny, isn't it? Sammy's a rope bunny, too!

“Allllllllll right! C’mon, sis!” I pull Nichole towards the loveseat, “Let's take a seat. Sammy, I want you to decide how we will gag Nichole,” there's a spring in my voice, “Should we make a ball gag for her or should we give her something much more personal and humiliating?”

“Ummmm,” Sammy watches me jiggle my foot to hint at the one gag type, “I haven't gotten to make a ball gag yet! Would you mind telling me what to do?” she is so sweet and sheepish.

“OK. Reach into my TUG bag, the front compartment with the vertical zipper. I keep several of the balls in there. In the middle compartment, you will find my TUG bandanas. Pick whichever one you like,” I am holding a squirming Nichole on my lap and loving every moment of it.

“All right,” Sammy quietly retrieves an orange rubber ball and a pink bandana, and she quickly sees that the ball has holes and passes the bandana through the holes until the ball is in the center of the bandana, “OK, Mrs. Petersen, open up nice and wide for me so nothing bad happens.”

With minimal effort, Sammy pushes the ball into Nichole's mouth, and she tightly knots the gag behind Nichole’s head. Without me even saying anything, Sammy instinctively moves Nichole’s hair to make sure it doesn't get caught in the gag. My sister tries to kick her new friend, but the impressively sharp rower takes a hop backwards, kneels down, and wraps her arms around those flailing legs. She effortlessly keeps the legs together and grabs more rope to tie Nichole’s ankles.

“Gmmmmm!” Nichole groans into her new mouth accessory, and I now use both arms to wrap her in an inescapable hug. My best friend is a prisoner of love! I do love her! Oh, Nichole, you have been through so much that brought me so many tears. I love you! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Our captive cannot help but smile at me with those sparkling brown eyes. Captive Irish-Iberian!

Oh, I’m not telling those same old stories again, am I? Uggghhh! Nichole, I really take punches for your sake. It's hard not to…I’ll tell you something fun. This semester, Nichole and I plan to play a Schumann Violin Sonata at the December concert series. She's such a good piano player, and she and I started our respective instruments before I was 6. There, something new to you!

Our rookie is getting the hang of things. She is tying Nichole’s legs in the classic three locations: ankles, knees, and thighs. I stand up our captive so Sammy can tie a breast harness. Sammy has a lot of patience, and she mutters in an adorable Russian undertone, sometimes even muttering in her native tongue. I didn't know speaking in a foreign language could be so cute. I love Sammy!

“Now, Sammy, I’m going to need some help making a little present for Nichole,” I push Nichole over the kitchen table now after dragging her into there, “Get a wooden spoon from the drawer.”

“So why do you want to be an engineer? You're so… girly, Jenny,” Sammy innocently grabs one of Nichole's spoons and hands it to me, “Yet, you run and are a total rope bunny.”

“Oh,” I take the spoon and spank Nichole once on each quadrant, “I am big-time into cars. Like, I drive a stick-shift Mustang, I change my own oil, I watch NASCAR and Formula 1,” a rumble of thunder shakes the room, and Sammy winces, “Why do you want to be a TV weather girl?”

“I,” she smiles with unusual warmth as if charmed, “It started with a day like today. I went over to my uncle's every day. They had TV unlike Momma and me, and it was stormy. My tetya put the local news station on for severe weather coverage, and I knew I wanted to do it. I read every weather book I could understand, read online, visited TV stations and the local National Weather Service office,” she turns away and blushes, “I’m… My childhood was different for sure.”

“You're such an incredible young woman,” I hand her the wooden spoon, “When did you become a gangsta row? Actually, how did you become either a Gangsta or a Row?”

“I’m Russian, but I’m American. Headscarves are a way of life, and bandanas look better when I am dressed in my non-church clothes,” she smiles again, with almost mournful warmth, “Church and rowing are how I got to be here. Church gave me spiritual strength, and rowing gave me my only private, safe outlet for my anxieties,” the smile fades back into cold formality, “It started at my uncle's house. The Summer Olympics. I saw rowing, and I knew that was for me,” she gives a quartet of spanks to Nichole, evoking angry gag talk, “In order, I am Orthodox, a Russian child to a single mother, a family member, a row, and a friend. Now I am a Cool Girl. Why wouldn't I want,” she pauses, smirks, and raises an eyebrow, “to wear bandanas? Rowing gave me Bridget first, and now it has given me you and your friends. I am one happy Gangsta Row.”

“Oh, a stereotypical Russian scarf girl! You're one of those girls who wears long skirts and silky soft fashion scarves as a kerchief. Nichole's older sister, the one she had on the phone when we arrived, was a real gangsta, and Nichole simply imitated her older sister in dress when she got to wear the same clothes as hand-me-downs. Gangsta Queen was born, and I’m her Princess,” I’ve got a cheesy grin on my face, and thunder shakes the apartment, “Then TUGs arrived and added so much magic to our lives. Now, TUGs are one of my favorite things to do at any time. You're a rope bunny, too. I see it. Nichole will be a perfect friend for you!” I’m almost bouncing now, “You will grow to love her with time, and you will really get along with Hannah and Joy, too.”

Sammy looks at Nichole, who is wincing and groaning from the spanking, and she looks at me in a comforting manner. She is Russian, often cold and formal, but right now the formality and the coldness are put aside. She is comfortable and vulnerable. What I say or do right now can either push her away from me and the CGC forever or solidify her as a friend for life. She is enjoying a new game in a way she can appreciate, and she seems amused by spanking and tickling.

There is contentment. Contented smiles are smaller, but they're warmer and more genuine. Why she is so at home and comfortable I do not understand, but she takes a moment to use her hand to spank Nichole a few times. Finally, she straightens herself up to her full height, and she removes her bandana. She plays with the green cotton and then puts it back, and she wraps an arm around me. She helps Nichole to stand and also wraps an arm around our bound and gagged Queen.

“I’ve met so many girls these past two days,” Sammy says, “I see things to love in all of them. I think it will take me longer to warm up to some of them, but I can tell you're good people. It's an honor to be a Cool Girl,” her embrace tightens, “As a child, I was homeschooled, and my friends for extracurricular activities or church were separate groups. It's nice for TUG, rowimg, and real friends to all be the same group. Jenny, do you ever struggle to reconcile faith and TUGs?”

“Never. Some of us do, but we’ve mostly found comfort zones within each kind of TUG we like best,” I am bouncing now, “We share in fun, love, and trust! Like we are right now!”

“Jenny, is that… drool… coming off her gag?” Sammy asks me while watching a blob fall onto my best friend's chest, “That's a bit humiliating, isn't it?” she giggles with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Well, we have four choices, Sammy. We can be doormats and untie Nichole. We can enjoy her drooling and continue to tease and torment her. We can add another layer to her gag to seal the drool in her mouth or to mop it up. Or we can change her gag altogether,” the possibilities I list aren't exhaustive, “We do have all the power in this situation… At least at the moment.”

“As much as I’d love to stuff my socks in her mouth, would you teach me how to make the cute gags with the bandana over the lips?” she reaches into my bag and grabs two bandanas, pink and red, “Those are the most adorable ones anyone showed me in a picture, but they need to be held somehow. I am, after all,” she looks at me mischievously, “A sneaky Russian scarf girl.”

I smile and grab the double-sided tape for Sammy. Nichole loves useless bandana OTM gags; it is doing both Sammy and Nichole a favor to teach the rookie how to do it. She applies strips of the tape across Nichole’s lips and cheeks and tightly ties the red bandana in place after folding it into an appropriately sized strip. Ironically, the same size strip is, to me, perfect for OTM gags, blindfolds, and headbands.

There’s detectable hunger in Sammy's eyes while she plays with the other bandana, the pink one. I am guessing she is undecided on one of two things: blindfolding Nichole or asking me to tie her up. Today's lesson is in dominance, so she can forget about getting bound and gagged! Request is denied before it can even be made. Another rumble of thunder shakes the apartment, and rain starts to fall outside. A sudden look of dread washes away all the naughtiness in Sammy’s eyes. The vulnerability comes to a head when the lights go out for a few seconds during a big lightning strike, and Sammy lets out a piercing shriek that tells me she is seriously conflicted right now.

“Jenny, if I tell you a secret,” she takes my hand, “Keep it a secret? Please?” and the way I grasp her in return tells her that she is safe to continue, “My father hurt me during a thunderstorm. He was drunk, and I was scared. It was dark, maybe midnight. I went into my parent’s room since I was only four. Papa got angry, and he not only told me to go to bed but physically threw me out of the room. I hit the wall so hard it left a dent, and I screamed and cried so loudly that my uncle or aunt called the police. I’ve… never seen Papa ever again,” I can tell she has forgotten about Nichole's presence, “He made me the girl I am today,” then she looks down, “Whatever that is.”

“Secret,” I jump into her arms for a hug, “Sammy, no one's life is sunshine and roses, no matter how they might try to make it seem that way. My brother died. I’ve buried my cousins, and my closest confidante went to prison because it turned out she was a drug addict, and I didn't know. I know what it's like to be in pain no matter how much people act like I’m happy-go-lucky.”

“Oh,” she returns the embrace, “Jenny! You're so thoughtful!” her fears turn into joy, “We have to be together by God’s mercy,” her hug is awfully tight, “Thank you for being so open! You’re making such a good impression on me, and I see why everyone loves you.”

“Does this mean it's time to… Where did Nichole go?” I watch the bedroom door shut, “Oh, no! She hopped away!” I run to the door, but it's locked, “Darn it! Nichole, I’m going to get you!” I hop to try to grab the key, but I’m too short, “I need a chair. Sarah Nichole, we'll spank you!”

“Let me,” Sammy effortlessly grabs the key, “But, Jenny…,” she mischievously grips the key, “If I give you the key, will you either tie me up or let me tie you up?” and she peers into my eyes.

“Samanatha, hard lesson number one is that in the interest of fairness all must take turns being on top and on bottom,” I explain it all kindly, “Even the most dominant girls have to be tied up, and even ultimate rope bunnies like us have to sometimes be the kidnappers.”

Sammy looks into my eyes more deeply than before. Right now, I feel only affection for my new friend, and I want the best for her. I can tell she is thinking about my words before she hands me the key. A smile forms on her face, and she nods in understanding. There is so much to learn yet in TUGs, and she accepts each lesson in stride. I reach into her open hand and take the key.

I turn around and unlock the door to the bedroom and see Nichole standing there peering at me in a mischievous manner. She giggles a little and hops towards the corner of the room, but Sammy effortlessly cradles Nichole and carries her back into the living room just as the lights go out one more time, but this time the lights stay off. Sammy leans back on the loveseat, and I sit down at her right so she can rest Nichole's head on my lap.

“So I’m suspicious of one of my rowing teammates…,” Sammy starts, but the TUGs end here as Nichole needed to be untied so she could eat lunch before work.

Sammy is learning… humbly, sweetly, eagerly, and mischievously. She's a rope bunny, and I am so happy to be her partner for Emilia’s Mood Ring Experiment. Tomorrow, I suspect Emilia and I will have some fun with the newest Cool Girl.

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Day 4: Lock ‘Er Up!
Wednesday, August 23, 2017

I don't really understand how it all works out so perfectly, but God provides! He gave me such a wonderful group of friends, and I have done perhaps the most important of all actions with them, sharing them with others. I am referring, of course, to Hannah, my roommate. She jokingly says I’m her cellmate and that Joy and Janie are cellmates, making us all podmates. Prisoner humor.

What matters to me is that she can recall the past and know how and when to be serious about it all and how and when to crack jokes about it. Calling us cellmates and podmates is humor that I can tell doesn't trigger her PTSD or her BPD (borderline personality disorder). There are things I know she cannot discuss, but she freely talks about that don't cause her pain. She talks about the food and the people and the activities and such. I promised this would be about Emilia, but that is to also talk about Hannah and two other girls: Joyce (who featured on Day 2) and Cassie. This group matters because the girls all work as bondage models and in so doing led Hannah towards Minnesota Tech. This was a significant step in Hannah's transition back to a normal life. Sort of true. I have a feeling something big is about to happen, though. Come on! Let's get into things!

My day started early with a strange wakeup call. It was a heart rending wakeup call. I know that Hannah has nightmares and such, but when I wake up to hear her muttering, “Greg, no,” I know I am up against something darker than I understood. I know the story, but I didn't know about this particular aspect of her PTSD. I am gripped with fear because of how frightful her pleas are, but I realize she is depending on me to take care of her. I won't be exact, but she is reliving the exact exchange she had while he bound, gagged, and hurt her. It was very illegal what he did.

“Hannah, it's not real,” I confidently say to my friend, “You're safe with me,” and then I hope for a better reaction by turning on the light, “Hannah, it’s the Gangsta Princess, me, Jenny!”

“Jenny? Jenny? Get out of here! He’ll,” she shakes her head in a mist disturbing manner, and a little tear rolls down her cheek as she sits up, but I climb up the side and wipe the tear away, “He ruined me, Jenny. Ruined me,” she is hyperventilating and sweating, “It's after 5. Jenny, can we go out and sit on the bench in front of the gym? I… want to talk… to you. It's easier to be with you because…. because… no offense, you're cute, but not attractive to my lesbian side.”

She sheepishly speaks and nervously laughs with a grimace on her face. Something is destroying from within, and it's likely related to the nightmare she’d just experienced. I still give her a peck on the cheek and my word. Unbeknownst to her, I send a text to Joyce since I see she's awake as well. Joyce understands nightmares and worked to conquer her own with success, and Hannah’s were supposed to be a thing of the past. Either way, I know my hazel-eyed friend will be a good source of comfort to Hannah. Hannah and I have no qualms about changing with each other.

Hannah, no surprise, really, chooses a lavender bandana in homage to her past of wearing those lavender and black prison uniforms. She has the lavender t-shirt and black leggings, but prison uniforms have something more like sweatpants with belt loops. Her socks are white with black sneakers. Her headband pulls her hair back, and together we walk to the gym. Sure enough, as promised, Joyce is there. I sit down on the bench so Hannah is between us.

“I live with a big fear on my shoulders,” Hannah takes a deep breath, “It doesn't usually weigh me down much, but sometimes it absolutely paralyzes me like right now,” she shudders with an anxious gaze before taking my right hand in her left and Joyce’s left in her right, “What if Greg ever gets parole? Will… Will he come find me? Will he hurt innocents to get back at me? He tried to kill me, and he already murdered my baby. I often wonder what might have been.”

“I didn't know,” I feel an ache in my heart, “Hannah, you… He forced you to abort? I… I’m… I’m sorry,” my grip tightens, “You'll always be a mother in my opinion,” my words comfort her, “You really saw the worst of humanity and lived to tell the tale.”

“Hannah, I know you're struggling with a lot of concepts of faith, but Providence is real,” Joyce looks Hannah in the eye, “I know why you had your nightmare. It was your spirit aching for an act of justice for your child and for what you and your friend suffered. Hannah,” Joyce wants to break the news in the best way possible, and she makes a Roman Catholic sign of the cross, “Yesterday, Greg Lofton was killed in a prison brawl. I know you once loved him.”

“I know what true love is now,” Hannah lets go of Joyce's hand and makes the motion, “I never truly loved him. I loved cheap weed and cheap sex. I did, however, love my baby enough that I left the life for her sake,” I’m surprised how calm she is, “It's over. The weight is gone. I have a duty to pray for his soul, though, because I’m sure no one else will,” Hannah takes Joyce's phone and studies the mugshot posted in the news release, and she shakes her head and sighs.

Joyce’s sage green bandana headband is accompanied by a beige t-shirt and, ironically, lavender leggings. Joyce doesn't normally wear bandanas more than once a week or so, but she gladly has worn one every day of the experiment. Her glasses add a nerdy but human touch, and I realize I have the honor of being here alongside Miss “Nerdi” to see this peace overcome Hannah. Life is suddenly different for her. She stands up, and we stand up too. Joyce loves Hannah enough that she embraces Hannah in a hug, and I join the hug, stepping on Joyce's white canvas sneakers for a little leverage. Then, to my surprise, I feel another pair of arms wrap around all of us.

“Sammy!” Hannah exclaims before asking, “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to be confused and hurt for your sake,” Sammy sadly responds, “I’m sorry.”

“Don't be sorry,” Joyce speaks truthfully, “It's a story of survival, overcoming, redemption, and, a bonus, salvation, of how Hannah went from a bigoted atheist junkie to the most open-minded girl I know,” the hazel eyes glow in the fluorescent lights that are scattered around the school, “From an atheist, to a girl with a profound devotion to the Mother of God. You won, Hannah. Now, it's up to you, as you said, to pray for Greg’s victory, too, even if the odds are long.”

“Let's go into this gym, rock the house down, and get breakfast!” Hannah declares, “To celebrate the grace I found in my newfound faith. I’ll wait to call {her girlfriend} Michela and the others.”

I have met most of Hannah’s prison friends, if not all of them. There's only one who left me with an uneasy feeling, and that feeling wasn't present the next time I met that girl. These girls are all winners, and to see so many of them even come to faith in Christ is even better! Hannah really is a true overcomer, and to see her finding peace despite the chaos that will forever taunt her brings a tear to my own eyes. What a wonderful story she has, from darkness to illumination!

None of us change before our evening playdate, so Hannah and Joyce look the same. Sammy is wearing a pink t-shirt and canvas sneakers and gray socks, trainers, and a bandana headband. I’d not gotten the chance to ask her why, but her braid and color-matching gray scrunchie seem more significant than the typical connotations of the color. She is balanced in both mind and spirit and possesses a quiet peace that is inspirational. We all can learn from the youthful Gangsta Row.

Ironically, I’m wearing a pink kerchief bandana. After what happened earlier, I needed a dash of introspection mixed with cheer. You could say it was my spiritually content yet confused color, a color that represented my peaceful acceptance of things I didn't understand. Brown trainers, pink socks, a lime green tank top, red canvas sneakers, and a brown scrunchie to hold my braid. I can tell you're judging me; it looks good in my eyes, so just ditch those thoughts!

“Hi, Millie!” I eagerly greet our friend, a graduate student on a determined path to help teenage girls like Hannah once was, by enveloping her in a hug, “You're more CGC than TIE at heart.”

“My sweet Henny,” she teasingly calls me that because she is a native born Spaniard, “I’m happy to see you brought reinforcements,” few enjoy the hugs like she does, “Did you have plans?”

Emilia and Cassie did not live alone, and in the darkness I see an olive skinned, Mediterranean like some others I know, girl with curly dark hair. I wasn't ready for this seventh girl to join our little gathering of TUGs. Maria has been a staple of TIE for a long time, and, when I referred to girls who were such rope bunnies that TIE made rules requiring even those girls had to play the role of kidnapper every so often, it was Maria they had in mind.

TIE got into the mood ring experiment as well, but Maria didn't need that in order to wear black combat boots, camouflage crew socks, khaki shorts, a black t-shirt, and a camouflage bandana headband. The only guarantee with Maria was that she would find some way to get tied up for a game even if it meant she suggested a game and lost it on purpose. Not that I’ve done that… but Maria is about an inch taller than Hannah and Joyce. There's a special greeting in the works.

“Relay mate!” Maria teases me with a hug and kiss, “Minn Tech’s cross-country goddess!” she is my track and cross-country teammate, “I see you brought a new girl, tonight! Who is she?”

“Haha, Mari, this is Sammy Räänta, freshman rower,” I explain quite succinctly, “A sweetheart.”

Let me introduce Cassie first since she's another inch taller than Maria. People like to use rough and dirty language to describe because she's stocky, inflexible, and kind of big in the bust, and in personality she can be similar despite good intentions and a sweet side that earned the respect for us to welcome her into the CGC. She has a shoulder length bob for her brown-blonde hair. Her brown eyes betray her sweet side, but she is unusual in that bandanas are only TUG toys for her.

No bandanas, shorts, or canvas sneakers are to be found on Cassie Novak. She's wearing brown pantyhose, a brown miniskirt, beige low-heel so-called pumps, and a beige long-sleeve t-shirt. A mood ring isn't found in the form of a bandana but in the little rubber wristband she wears beside her usual yellow TIE/CGC wristband. She dresses formally all the time and loves it.

Emilia, on the other hand, proposed the experiment and finds ways to show off her CGC spirit; a bandana wristband is her choice. Her wristband is bright blue like the t-shirt she is wearing with her black jean shorts. Bright blue sneakers and black socks add balance, especially since she has such beautiful, long black hair, like a stereotypical Spaniard, and rich brown eyes.

“Hannah, Joyce, Millie, are you girls ready?” I ask my friends who know their roles already, and I get a sea of nods from all, “All right, then! Let's lock Sammy up good and strong!”

Millie is a funny girl. She likes to play dirty bedroom TUGs with men, and she has purchased a variety of restraints for her personal use not only in those games but for all games. Since she is a tall girl, about 5’8”, I figured her bright yellow forearm-sleeve armbinder would be a good size.

Hannah wrestles Sammy with incredible strength that most of her prison friends have. Joyce sits down and calmly removes her own sneakers and her white three-quarter socks. Maria joins us in pinning down Sammy; I clamp a hand over the struggling girl’s mouth. Resistance won't stop us at this point, and Emilia laces the armbinder and padlocks the straps. I take Joyce's socks out of her hands and push them into Sammy's mouth. Joyce seals Sammy’s lips with microfoam tape. I watch Mari ensure compliance with big Irish-8 rigid ankle cuffs on Sammy's ankles.

Mari first removed Sammy’s sneakers and socks before applying the Irish-8s to Sammy. Hannah continues to pin Sammy, and Cassie hands me a blue bandana to blindfold Sammy. What a fight we are getting! It's so much fun! Millie puts a black leather muzzle gag over Sammy's head and padlocks it into place. No matter what else happens, Sammy is locked at her wrists, ankles, and gag. It’s relatively easy now for us to tie her elbows together, tie a chest harness, and tie her legs at her knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. She’s tall, so extra bonds have purpose.

“Hannah Larsson, leave Henny be!” Emilia notices Hannah almost instinctively starts thinking about tying me up, “I made her a promise that I would help her do this to Sammy and let her tie me up with zippers. Back off, or I will tie you up, Hannah, so help me, Dios mio!”

“I have a good idea,” a mischievous smile forms on Mari’s face, “Let’s just take out Hannah now and worry about other things after. C’mon, Jenny, we can take her together if any of the others help us!” my teammate in the camo bandana seems willing to dominate to protect me, “And then we ask to get tied up afterwards!” but then that inner rope bunny returns to the surface.

“I’ll be good,” Hannah puts her arms up in surrender, “Just don't tie me up unless Mari and I will be tied together,” she relaxes and backs off, “I am a bit… um… imprudently impulsive.”

That makes me sad. Hannah has borderline personality disorder. She is impulsive, and often she is impulsive not by choice. She has to reign herself in, and sometimes the sudden rush leads her to pain and disappointment when her better sensibilities remind her that she needs to control her desires. I have seen many friends suffer, but Hannah suffers in a way all can see and feel.

Zip ties, zips, or zippers, as Emilia calls them, are a favorite of many, but Emilia likes them like any other restraint that is not simply released. She wants a real escape challenge tonight, and her goal is to attempt to escape this. I may be a rope bunny, but I can tie my friends as well as they tie me! It's time for zippers to zip, zip, zip our Iberian friend. Time to talk about Millie.

Of all my friends, Millie has perhaps the most innocent yet still dynamic background. She is one of 11 children. Yes, 11, eleven, XI, once, elleve. I don't remember where she is in the sequence. Big family leads to several possibilities, and thankfully for Millie it was happiness. She was the joy of some younger siblings, and others are her joy. It's a joy she brought to America, and that big family energy shows when she's playing TUGs with both the CGC and with TIE.

Another joy associated with Millie is that she’s flexible. That means I can use the “zippers,” as it translates from the Spanish word, to tie Millie’s arms together all the way up to her upper arms; I am a fan of elbow ties and wouldn’t expect anything less to be done to me! Millie, I love you, so I am giving you my best! Zippers, zippily zipping you up your zippable arms. Zip, zip, zip!

Emilia’s favorite gags are ball gags. That means Emilia gets a ball gag. She loves drooling and making an embarrassing mess all over herself. Like I said, she likes dirty TUGs, and she really likes it best when she’s ball gagged, left in her room, and has her boyfriend conveniently find her in her position. It’s a really naughty kind of play, and I constantly beg her not to play like that if she’s not married. She’s slowly been warming back up to the faith in which she was raised, but I will keep praying for her as my friend regardless of her choices. Yes, I’m such a softee!

“Eat up!” I stuff the blue rubber ball in Emilia’s mouth, and I knot the black bandana behind her head and under her black hair, “You’re my prisoner of love now, Millie!” I kiss her on top of her head, “Let’s zip up those legs now!” I say, and I go zip, zip, zip with the zippers, up her legs.

“Mmmmm,” Emilia watches, grateful I used the quarter-inch zips on her, but I still used five zips on her arms, and I’m using four on her thighs and four on her legs, “Mmmmmmmmm!”

“The scissors are on the table, Millie!” I give her a hug and a kiss, “Good luck getting out of that mess. I suspect you will figure most of it out, but the arm zips might win!” Zip, zip, zip!

The best part is Sammy. She is so calm and deliberate that it's actually pretty cute. She squirms and squeaks with minimal resistance yet a similar desire to escape such as what I possess. She is sucking on Joyce's socks, and she is enjoying this little treat. Sammy’s groans exhibit a typical groan of enjoyment, and she is enjoying the locking restraints as well. The bandana blindfold is a good touch as well. We're so good at making friendships even if it takes a little bit of time.

How about Cassie, Joyce, and I take two girls who are the same height? Maybe both are bendy and have their arms bound at the wrists, forearms, and elbows. Maybe they have harnesses and waist/crotch ropes. Maybe all are bound at their upper and lower thighs, knees, and ankles, and maybe the big toes are held with string. Maybe the two unwillingly trade socks to gag the other girl along with 8 layers of duct tape. Maybe their bare feet are taped to their heads as well. At the end of it all, the two girls even got bright green bandana blindfolds. Hannah and Mari!

Hannah and Mari are tightly bound and gagged, but they're safe under the watch of Joyce and Cassie. I know I can trust them without a doubt, and there is a lot to enjoy about watching Mari and Hannah struggle. Mari might be more of a rope bunny than even I am, but she is still full of energy for being the captive. She and Hannah are trying their best, but it will take time for these two to fine any true sense of escape. The blindfold adds a layer to things. Snap. snap, snap! I’m taking lots of pictures and videos so we remember this and friends can see our fun! Snap, snap!

“Oh, boy! Will I get tied up next?” I ask knowing sorority rules dictate otherwise because none of the sorority girls want to risk harm to anyone, “I know it's TIE, but Sammy and I are CGC.”

As sad as it is, I must content myself with having orchestrated the situation, but consecutive days without being tied up? It's so unfair to only be a captor or guardian while Mari, Sammy, Millie, and Hannah have the most fun of all! The sorority calls them “Babysitters” or something similar to that. It's all a fancy roundabout way of saying a person who's having little or no fun in TUGs!

Sammy seems to be in a world of her own. She has sat herself up, and she seems to be in a state of confusion. I think she has the same burning itchy feeling I often get during more intense TUG adventures. She is sucking on Joyce’s socks, and I can see that Joyce feels a spiritual connection to the rower. Joyce has sat with Sammy to her dominant left and the Mari-Hannah pairing to her right. She occasionally teases both packages, but she especially likes teasing Sammy.

Joyce is a sweet girl. Those green eyes exude so much love, and you can tell that she is weighed down by suffering but has found the strength to handle it. I’m not a Roman Catholic, but I have a lot of friends who are. My experience tells me that this particular religious subset, the largest in the CGC, is as good as my own. Millie is slowly coming back, but most of Hannah's friends from her time in prison are also converting to this branch of Christianity. I love them all!

The Italian Miss Joyce Verdi is living proof of something I have long believed: that God gives us battles He knows we can either handle with His help or that we can handle with the help of other people. It makes it that much sadder when people throw in the towel; Joyce tried that. Hannah, Janie, and Joy saved her though. I’m surrounded by such wonderful people! They deserve love!

Let's watch Millie since Hannah and Mari are being tortured by their TIE sisters in a dirty way; I have personal and spiritual objections to that. Joyce is cuddling Sammy. Millie, though, is still on the carpet testing her bonds; her chocolate brown eyes are focused on her imprisonment. The ball gag is forcing drool to come out of her; that's why I don't like them being used on me except when it is a game themed around humiliation and/or embarrassment. Too humiliating.

The first step is to get up. Easier said than done; her arms are zipped too well for escape to even be a realistic possibility. In this case, the goal is to do the best she can, and then I will release her the rest of the way. She plants her feet on the ground and pushes against the carpet to get herself to stand up. The zip bunny is on her feet. C’mon, Millie, go, zip bunny, go! Hop, hop, hop!

There she goes! The zip bunny is hopping towards the table where I left the scissors. It appears I and Joyce are alone with captive Sammy and Millie now. Cassie has taken Mari and Hannah to another room so they can play adult TUGs without making me squeamish. Believe me, Cassie is a bit blunt at times, and she gave me a hard time at first about having strict limits. It was after an intervention of sorts that she and I were able to be on good terms. We’re not best of friends, but I now can give her a friendly hug and mean, and we can joyfully engage in TUGs with each other.

Wow! Sammy is whipping Joyce with her braid. That’s the rope bunny spirit! Blindfolds aren’t sufficient to keep true rope bunnies from being a handful, and even being locked up cannot stop Sammy from being the most powerful girl in the room. What fun! You go, Sammy, but you’ve decided to mess with a girl who is mentally exceptional even if she’s physically weak. Joyce has been through so much, and she’s not going to take any flack from captives, not even rookies.

“Now, Sammy,” Joyce grabs Sammy by the base of the braid, “You’re going to stop. NOW.”

Just like that, Samantha Evangelina Räänta has discovered the love of having her hair pulled and the similar love of being put in a hairtie. I like both, don’t get me wrong, but hairties make it too hard for me to display that rope bunny spirit. Sammy has a bigger appetite for pain than I do and repeats the whipping so that Joyce repeats the yank. The yanking though… so tightly locked and gagged… I bet Joyce’s socks are absolutely stewing in Sammy’s mouth… YUM!

Can’t forget about Millie. She has the scissors in her hands. Funny story time: Millie is really in her element with complicated escape games. She’s not an escape artist, but she really likes these kinds of games. I mean she does crazy stuff with her TIE sisters like having to contort herself to reach a key; use that key to open a box that has a keycard; use the keycard to swipe to unlock an electronic lock on the door; go through the house, sometimes up and down the stairs, repeating it until she gets the keys to unlock the handcuffs on her wrists. I once, upon invitation, played with her during such a game; it’s fun. Anyway, the funny story is the time that she was roped for this; she got stumped but found a pair of scissors and cut the rope! Naughty Millie!

Snip, snip, snip! The zip bunny is working her way towards freedom. She’s so confident with a pair of scissors like no one else. She’s a contortionist like me, so twisting her zipped arms so she can free her legs is no big task. She sits down on the carpet in order to snip more of the zips, but she has that zip bunny sparkle in her eyes. The glow in her eyes becomes mischievous when she walks over to me with free legs, turns around, and drops the scissors in my lap. OK! Freedom!

“All right, Millie,” I start snipping the zips, “Time to get you out of her,” I finish cutting them.

“Mmmmm,” she reaches up to unknot the black bandana that holds the CGC classic ball gag in her mouth and pulls the gag out with a feminine mischief, “Thank you, Henny. That was fun!”

There is something else getting our attention: the sound of spanking. Yes, I mean Sammy getting a spanking from Joyce because she refuses to stop being a pain in Joyce’s neck. It’s so much fun to be with Sammy… and just think it’s only Wednesday! What will the rest of the week bring to me and Sammy? Your guess is as good as mine, but I bet there will be lots of rope involved!

“Wow!” Emilia pokes me right in the ribcage without fear of the inevitable response from me, “I have seen few chicas like this. Sammy is having much fun,” she stops to giggle when I poke her back in the ribs, “Why, Henny, you’ve created a rope bunny just like yourself! Good job!”

“I wasn’t trying!” I squeak eagerly while taking a video and a few picture of Sammy, “My job is to introduce her to TUGs, be her accountability partner for your experiment, and keep her safe as she learns the ropes,” my answer is candid, “She just became a rope bunny all on her own!”

“You know what I really like about her?” Emilia opens up to be in a lower voice, “She is content in her heart even though it is apparent she carries some sort of psychological burden. Someone, I can tell, close to her heart, hurt her, whether physically, emotionally, or both, at a young age, but she is at peace in her soul because of her religious beliefs. I can see it and feel it.”

Like I said, Millie is one of 11, raised in a rather typical Catholic family and only in the last year or so returning to any sort of practice of that faith, although she’s not a routine attendee like other girls in our overlapping circles of friendship. She’s doing better and goes when she feels like she can attend and absolutely mean it. That works out to 3 or 4 weeks out of 7. It’s a start, and she’s seemingly enjoying it. Her real weakness is men, and there’s a story about that. To be brief, her boyfriend came over from some dirty fun, and he did something that was forbidden. Millie was so angry and emotionally hurt that she dumped him on the spot, but I and the rest of an epic Pink Bandana Gang came over and helped her find healing in the unconditional love of the CGC. It’s time to move on to a little bit of reflection with Sammy. I ought to spank her for playing Red Dead Redemption in front of me and being so cruel while she played it.

“Sammy, how was it being locked up and completely helpless?” Hannah asks her.

“It,” she studies the marks on her body with wonder in her eyes, “was amazing. I like toys that don’t lock more, but those have their place in games, especially when there’s going to be lots of spanking and hair pulling and, I guess, any other painful things that are thrown at me.”

“And all that naughtiness you put on display? Was it…?” I look at her with mischief in my eyes.

“It was all deliberate to see what Joyce would do to me, and then I couldn’t resist pushing her as soon as I realized I liked it. I could have let her torture me like that for hours and enjoyed it all.”

Yes, yes, yes! Sammy is a rope bunny! Oh, we’re having so much fun! What is Thursday going to bring us? It’s going to be fun and friendship, but it’s going to bring a Bandana Gang, too. The smell is in the air. Notice it? It’s the smell of love, TUGs, and mischief. It’s a matter of whether I am on the winning side or the losing side; in my opinion, the winning side is the one that winds up bound and gagged and completely helpless, at the mercy of others!

Great chapters!! Locks and zips are so secure and so much fun!!

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Day 5: Double Trouble & the Red Bandana Gang
Thursday, August 24, 2017

“Awwww, Jenny, you want to be a Russian scarf girl,” Sammy teases me with a sweet tone.

She is speaking of my kerchief, one in my favorite color of all: red. It's not just any kerchief but a red patternless bandana. The solid fabric square is simple yet bold and energetic. For me, who cannot distinguish blue from yellow, it makes sense for red to be the favorite color of all. There is that smell of a bandana gang in the air, and now I realize that it’s a red bandana gang. It’s only so obvious because my roommate, Janie, is wearing red as well.

In fact, Janie and I are both wearing all red, almost like we coordinated this. I mean that it is all red, too. Our socks, our trainers, our tank tops. Janie is wearing red bandana wristbands, which is a little confusing until you see the green rubber wristband. We both have kerchiefs, but Janie’s is a classic Western paisley, those girly ones with the flower in the middle. We both have braids held by red scrunchies. Janie’s tank top is a classic with wide straps while my straps are thinner. We both have a curved neck, but Janie’s a little higher than mine. At 6’1”, Janie struggles to get clothes that fit her well; at 5’1”, I still buy clothes from the “young misses” section! For Janie, even her sneakers are read; I have to content myself with my beloved white canvas sneakers.

That lovable rope bunny Sammy is sneakier than I ever could have imagined. Sure, she has her purple bandana that she’s wearing as a headband. She’s feeling ambitious to get into something special because she says she has a surprise for us all. Bright blue trainers and a matching t-shirt and purple crew socks and canvas sneakers are the rest of her outfit. She’s pacing the room!

“C’mon, Sammy! Tell me what the surprise is!” I whine for the sixth or seventh time.

Hannah and Joy, sitting on the couch cuddled up together too cozy for my comfort but fine for a pair of bisexuals, shake their heads. They’re playing video games, but that doesn’t mean they are unable to react. Hannah breaks into a cheesy grin and winks at me; Joy smirks, giggles a bit, and shakes her head. They know me all too well and know this is par for the course for me. Hannah tries so hard not to get cozy with Joy.. Hannah is trying to be a good Catholic, and she often will cry after she and Joy do that together. That’s why she shares a room with me even though Janie’s an athlete; it’s self-protection.

I know Hannah’s struggling. She breaks out in cheesy grins when she’s anxious about her soul. I only see her wear long skirts on Sunday’s; to wear it on a Thursday is a sign of spiritual distress. Joy, on the other hand, dresses modestly precisely because she used to spend too much time alone with men. Yes. Disgusting. Both are struggling, and cuddling like this sometimes can be a way of staving off those urges, especially since Hannah has BPD that gives her strong urges.

I struggle with some things too despite my seeming goodness to others. I can be pushy, like I’m being to Sammy right now, and I can be immature and whiny and annoying when I don’t get my way with certain things. Like last night, I actually crabbed a lot about not getting tied up, and it’s why I cut off the story the way I did. I actually said something like “Why do we have to follow TIE rules when we’re playing TUGs as CGC members?!” because I wanted to be tied up.

That said, Hannah is beautiful, but her color choices show that she’s distraught. She's in a strong negative swing of her BPD and in need of meaningful friendship today. The gray ankle skirt is a clear sign as is the lavender long-sleeve curve-necked t-shirt, but to me the big signs are the gray bandana headband and the lavender bandana wristbands. White knee socks and lavender canvas sneakers further the coverage, and her TUG rubber wristband is red. She's suffering. Gray is an outward sign of numbness and emotional detachment from reality, and lavender, normally a color she wears when she’s strong, is her symbol of her present fragile spirit and inner turmoil.

In contrast to my brazen energy, Janie’s bold confidence, Sammy’s soft, confident mystique, and Hannah's sadness and aimless uncertainty, Joy sits in control of herself and her emotions. Once I put this together, I see that Joy is comforting Hannah with boundaries. They cuddle so Hannah is receiving a little of that kind of attention to give her some confidence and satisfaction, but moral barriers are between them. Where is the happy Hannah who was bound and gagged last night?

Some girls refer to Joy as an authoritarian headmistress, especially the girls at TIE. She is quite persnickety, for sure, ironing out the wrinkles in her skirt with her fingers and often adjusting her outfit to be just right… while she's binding and gagging you! I’m not going to spoil it, but she is able to take control of a situation at a moment's notice. Blink, and you're a captive. Joy is sweet as can be, the girl who takes care of you when you're down, and… someone's at the door!

“I’ll get it!” I spring up with an energetic series of bounces and open the door, “Serafina!” it's the adorable curly haired Italian with identical twins standing beside her, girls I’ve known for over a year since one of them does track in the spring, but we’ll get to that, “Leah? Lizzie?”

“You should know Leah already,” Sammy smiles, “Liz is a row, and she came to practice earlier with some lingering rope marks from a game she played last night,” mischief sparkles in her eye.

Liz and Leah Ralston are a lot taller than me. They're 5’6”, but what's unique about the blondes is their beautiful green eyes. They're fit and trim, and I know Leah plays soccer in the fall and that their father is a professor here. My experience says they're identically sweet, but I can see their presence immediately becoming an unknown factor. They like to play the stereotypical twin routines. Like, right now, Leah has a red bandana headband, a blue t-shirt, red trainers, blue socks, and red sneakers. Liz has it flipped, blue, red, blue, red, blue. Leah has a scar from a ball ripping a chunk of her cheek off during soccer practice when she was a little girl. It’s cute how they work the outfits as they do, but most of the time they just dress like themselves. Yes, they are physically identical twins, but they are emotionally distinct, unique people.

Serafina has the red going like Janie, with a red kerchief bandana, a red t-shirt, red trainers, red socks, red sneakers, and red bandana wristbands. I am realizing this isn't by chance. Janie and I agreed to wear red, but some of my friends worked this out… It's a trap! I can feel it! Mischief and TUGs are in the air! It's… they're going to kidnap the red bandana gang, and I can see just how they're going to do it: Hannah or Sammy takes Janie, the other takes Leah, Liz takes Sera, and Joy takes me! You know what I’m going to do about it? After last night, nothing.

“It turns out Liz and Leah play TUGs at home, albeit under stricter rules than we play,” Sammy’s eyes are glowing, “I saw the marks and took Liz aside, and sure enough she’d been playing with her sister last night and been tied spread out on her bed and tickled for most of an hour. We were talking, and Sera came over to us and adorably said, ‘Of what youse speak?’ and I burst into loud laughter because of her cute Italian grammar. Mistake is cute to girl who is native of Russia and often forgets article is important part of English language after talking to mother on phone.”

“What?!” Liz looks at her teammate in confusion, but Sammy’s lips are pursed while she bumps up and down in that classic pattern of laughter. Serafina starts giggling, and I join them because I am a fluent speaker of Danish and often forget certain important differences when switching to Danish from English even though some of my cousins and I exclusively use it on the phone and I use it with my cousins when we teasingly want to talk behind non-speaker’s backs to their faces.

Then the caucus happens: everyone knows TUGs are going to break out, but we shall make this a confusing experience for all our friends. Sammy, Serafina, Janie, and I make an agreement: it’s a fact that Hannah is inept at languages and that Joy doesn’t care for languages. It’s clear Leah and Liz aren’t bilingual either. Janie, to explain, speaks fluent Spanish that she learned in school as a child so she could talk to her siblings behind her parents’ back and talk to her best friend, who is a second generation Latin American. We’re going to use bad grammar on purpose to create a new inside joke among us. Too bad some of the other girls who know languages aren’t here. I will put the correct words in curly braces {} the first time I say them so you know what I said for real. Read this and laugh as hard or harder than Sammy, Sera, and Janie are going to laugh.

“Today, speak ve {we} out of order,” I begin the new game, “Ve shall have fun today. Leah and Liz Ralston, velcome {welcome} I you to the CGC. Later, shall you pass an examination, but at first must you learn to know of {not needed} our tenets. You shall {will} love it and have funny {fun}. Ve take {have} three major tenets. First, ve are unconditionally committed to both love and friendship, meaning no one can ever be thrown out of the CGC; that doesn’t mean you have to be best friends vith {with} all, but ve still love. Yes, most of us are devout Christians, but is that not the point {Danish usually has a verb be the second word of the sentence even when there are conjunctions and adverbs} ,” I am trying my best not to laugh, but I can tell that four pairs of eyes are staring at me in horror as if I broke and need an explicit kill reboot. I assure you that I have not gone cucumber, but it’s hilarious making others shake their heads.

“Second, ve take a love of bandanas that started vith my best friend and then me. I vear {wear} one every day, but take you no obligation to vear them. Is vhy {why} I am nicknamed ‘Gangsta Princess’ in the CGC; it’s vhy is Janie ‘Gangsta Jock,’ is Sammy ‘Gangsta Row,’ is Joy ‘Gangsta Girl,’ and is Sera ‘Gangsta Chick.’ It is our symbol, and ve have phoned {found} it to be perfect for us,” that one got even Sera and Janie to burst into laughter, and they’ve known TUGs for a lot longer than Sammy! Are you having as much fun as we are?

“Fird {Third}, we take a love of TUGs, which you already took before meeting us,” they seem to relax at my now proper use of ‘w’, but I have a trick up my sleeve, “TUGs bring us togeffer {that is ‘together’} in ways we’d nehwer {never} thought possible. We play fem {them} wery {very} often; they are our faworite {favorite} game. You also take a love for fis {this}, so I not need to explain any more about fat {that}. I fink {think} fat is ewerything {everything},” Joy has been my friend for many years as has Hannah, and they know enough that now they know what is up.

“Wow! Umm…,” Leah pauses and seems confused for a few moment while she process what is somewhat unintelligible while she translates it, “That’s really cool. Unconditional love?! That’s a principle by which we sure can stand. Yeah, I’m talking for Liz. Too bad, sis,” she grins.

“I was just tickled to learn of their voluntary submission to each other since no one wins when fight breaks out in their quest to kidnap one another,” Serafina brushes her hair back for what is at least the tenth time since she stepped in here, “I have loved this girl like a rowing teammate for over a year, and adding the TUGs to the mix will be awesome,” her grammar is atrocious, “I arrived to the CGC by a happy mistake, and I am glad that I do. Already I wore the bandana, but I got a new nickname of mine for it. It is to be a second family.”

“Yeah, it’s so much fun. Is a family of all sisters who love a similar thing,” Janie laughs at Leah and Liz’s expression of horror at this latest grammar game, “We go to play with them as any girls of the CGC. Already, I go to stop speaking,” the wiggle of Janie’s eyebrows is precious.

“Yeah,” Liz’s eyes narrow to slits as she looks around the room as if she’s waiting for a signal to go on the offensive, “You go to stop speaking already,” she nods her head and looks at Sammy.

“I owe you an apology for Janie’s grammar,” Sammy speaks, “We are family of sisters who share love for TUG that unites us. She’s right, they only take easy on new girls if nervous she is. Only few nights ago was first time my being tied up, and they immediately made elbow tie on me!”

“That does it!” Hannah’s BPD has pushed her patience to the edge, “C’mon, girls! Let’s take out the grammatically inept Red Bandana Gang even if the Muscovite is on our side!”

"I'm from St. Petersburg!" Sammy responds as if hundreds have made that mistake. Sammy goes right after Leah; Liz goes after Sera; Hannah takes on Janie; and Joy comes right at me. There is no fighting chance for Leah against the incredibly strong rower, and I know I am best off being a submissive captive for Joy lest I arouse that desire to dominate in my friend. Oh, heck, fight!

I can wrestle with Joy and not immediately suffer defeat, and she’s the kind of girl who hopes I’ll fight so she is justified in doing things like spanking me with her paddle, tickling me until I can’t take the pain, and berating me for not behaving. We silently fight while there is banter all around us, but we smile while we do it. A little runner who works out against a big, naturally strong and dominant, Joy. I know it’s a matter of time until she does that! Her knee gets me in the spot she needs to climb on top of me and tie my elbows together with her unforgettable, purple rope.

I don't know how I got to be good at dying things, I became the rope dyer for the CGC. Most of the ropes we use are store-bought ropes, and the colored ones are white ropes that I dyed for that particular. You saw me presenting Sera with her yellow rope, and Joy’s purple rope is another of my creations. Now my own handiwork is tying my wrists together to imprison me. Yay!

Liz and Sera are equally matched; there will need to be intervention to declare a winner. Sammy is tying my teammate's crossed wrists behind her back, and it is obvious that Leah is in trouble. I see Hannah triumphantly using her own white rope to torque Janie’s arms into what I call a mock reverse prayer position. Well, that's three of us taken in 30-something seconds? Yay! Captives! I’m a winner in today's Red Bandana Gang adventure. After all, I am a rope bunny.

Now that I think about it, Hannah's suffering actually makes sense. The events of yesterday had to make her essentially relive all the horrors that freak put her through. He tried to murder sweet Hannah Bandana! He taped her up, used her for his pleasure, and fastened her to the water main in the hope that she would starve to death. Poor baby! Yesterday, I only saw it as victory. Now, I am crying, because I can be such an empath that I cry over other people's pain and suffering.

“Hannah,” I say despite the action in the room, “I never put myself in your shoes like I just did; I understand why you're sad today,” I feel like I’m just being crybaby at this point.

“Thank you so much, Jenny!” she responds like she's never been understood before in her life, “I am definitely giving you a lung crushing hug when I get the chance,” and her eyes are sparkling, “It means more to me than you know. I needed to hear nothing more than that,” her smile is big.

Rope, rope, rope! Janie gets it the worst. A mock reverse prayer means her arms are behind her back with her hands resting against the opposite shoulder so her arms are crossed. It takes a full harness and sometimes a crotch rope to make sure the position holds, but she can take it. I have a classic arm tie, and Serafina has a boxtie. Leah has a crossed wrists tie, so she wasn't tested too badly by Sammy. Sammy is so sweet that she's taking it easy on her new friend! We’ve all got a harness and a waist and/or crotch rope.

That means our legs have to be tied! Sera and I are the ones who get to have the most fun on this part. Joy folds my legs so my foot touches my butt, and ropes wraps around my ankles and then my thighs just below my waist. She repeats this a few inches from my knee so it is secure. Sera is seated cross-legged on the floor so her ankles can be tied in so-called lotus position. She gets a little more restriction because of a rope connecting her ankles to the front of her chest. Janie’s legs are tied together in six places, three along each leg segment, and the only difference in what Sammy does to Leah is that Leah receives two ropes on her thighs.

Sammy gets a little help now because positions are still new to her. Liz takes over to put Leah in a classic balltie with a rope wrapping her neck and thighs to fold her legs into her chest and then a second rope connecting her wrists to her ankles. Janie put in a complicated hogtie that works a single rope from her ankles to her wrists and to her crotch rope. The interesting part is that none of us are gagged, but this chapter would be 20000 words if I wrote everything we said! For your enjoyment, I’ll include what happens next so that you get to hear Leah Ralston’s own spunk. It’s fun to see Liz dump out a bag of ball gags and straps even if they’re not my favorite!

“Wow, sis,” Leah wryly jokes, “You have a drool fetish? Wowwie wow wow! Sammy, you tie a tight bondage! You’re mean!” she squirms and turns her attention back to Liz, “Really, did you raid an adult toy store? Maybe you’re secretly running a bond— OMG!” she pauses and looks at Hannah more closely, “It can’t be. Yet, we’re playing, and… Are you… Karina Nilsson?”

Hannah blushes and hides behind Janie for a moment, and I can see’s thinking. Normally, such a revelation wouldn’t be a problem; she proudly embraced the role at the sorority house and when another friend of ours made the same observation. Her BPD wasn’t at full negative tilt then, and she’s somewhat terrified at this moment. Instead of taking any sort of humor in it, she’s a teen in prison again; she’s a teenage girl, living in squalor, desperate for money shortly after surviving a violent encounter with her dead ex-boyfriend. Joy and I look at her, though, and feel her pain. A person doesn’t realize it, but Joy can feel another person’s pain as acutely as I can.

“Yeah,” Hannah dries her tears, “Actually, I am Karina Nilsson,” she embraces the role again.

“Wow! You took that girl down, and she looks like a total beast!” Leah’s eyes are aglow as she now realizes she’s playing TUGs with one of her favorite bondage models, “You are cool!”

OK, long story short. Hannah, after surviving all the crap with her boyfriend, worked as a fetish model, specifically a bondage model. She and lots of her friends from prison all work as models, and even my dear bestie does a little bit of it, to my consternation. I think it’s outright wrong but don’t bully any of them into stopping it. In fact, it was through modeling with Emilia that sweet Hannah Bandana came to Minnesota Tech in the first place, and Cassie and Joyce do it, too.

“If you’ve ever heard of Maddy Tied Her, she was one of my… er… high school friends, and I’m still really close friends with her. She doesn’t text, but we talk at least once a week,” I’d feel a lot better if Hannah would change subjects, but I have to let them go. Clever deception.

“High school?!” Serafina blows Hannah’s cover in a moment of naïvety, “I thought it was when you were in… how you say it, giuvayneel dee-tench… teen prison?” such innocence, Serafina!

“Ohhhhhhh… so that’s what made you such a little tough thing!” Liz’s voice is full of admiration and wonder, “I so would love to talk to you about how you got here, but we have work to do.”

“Ladies,” Joy calmly unties the laces of my sneakers, “How do you feel about dirty laundry as an overwhelming and putrid gag? I’m a puker. The rest of my friends here absolutely love them.”

“Well, there are reasons we have this big pile of gags here,” Liz grins, “Number one is we got the majority of them cheap when someone sold them on eBay. Number two is that we can handle an adventure with dirty socks, but we really, really do not enjoy them most of the time. This is not one of those moments,” she looks around, “But Jenny’s smacking her lips looking at Leah’s.”

How do I do these things to myself?! Why must I not only be a rope bunny but one who cannot hide her emotions and desires 90% of the time?! Yes, I want Leah’s socks to be stuffed into my mouth, and I want there to be layers of vet wrap or double-sided tape that will hold them in there so I cannot spit it out while still giving me a fighting chance of getting it out if I try hard enough.

“If this is what you want, Jenny, you’ll get it!” Sammy laughs because I said it, not thought it, “I have discovered a million reasons to love this girl, and I only met her on Saturday!”

“We have 16 socks and 3 mouths to fill with them,” Hannah’s pragmatic approach takes over, “If we fit three in Sera’s and Janie’s… yeah! I got it! We give them a shift with sock gags, then one with your ball gags, and then a second round with different socks! Leah can have one your gags, then one of our CGC ball gags, and then another of your gags!” the modeling brain is at work!

“Bien!” Janie agrees to this, “Jenny should get Leah’s socks, and Serafina should get Liz’s.”

The hands go to work untying shoes and laces. Liz takes a seemingly small gag, a mere inch and a half, and puts a strap through the blue ball and gags her sister with it, securing the strap. Sera’s and Hannah’s socks are used as the third and fourth pairs to go around in this cycle. My mouth’s stuffed with Leah’s socks, and they're both disgusting and wonderful as they enter my mouth and fill every crevice with sweaty, salty, cottony goodness. Mmmmmmmmmmm! Yummy, yummy!

Serafina gets Liz’s socks and one of Hannah’s, and Janie gets Sera’s socks and one of Hannah’s. I get my desired strips of double sided tape and, of course, a classic red paisley bandana over my lips, with Joy tightly knotting the OTM gag that’s folded into a perfect strip of fabric. Sera gets a similar treatment; Janie gets cleave gagged wrapped in 4 wraps of red vet wrap and OTM gagged wrapped in 6 more layers. We’re all silenced in coordinating ways, but our binding is unique!

“So what do you like to do to each other?” Joy cordially asks our new friend, “Tickle? Spank?”

“Well, tickling is the most common one. We like to leave each other in the shed on a hot day for a little while. We only do dirty socks for humiliation; mostly our brothers do that to us,” Liz is a lot like Leah, but she doesn’t use the regular interjections like Leah does, “Ummmm, we mostly are a tie ‘em and ignore ‘em type. Sometimes we do the foot oil and heat gun trick before a little tickle torture or foot whacking. Heh, heh, I learned that from Hannah’s friends.”

“Tickling and spanking? Well, I certainly know how to do those things,” Hannah rubs her hands together, “Just realize that being a model doesn’t make me more skilled. It just means I’ve done things outside my limits for a paycheck while mostly doing things just like what you do.”

“Mmmmmmmm!” I’m too eagerly squirming around in my latest TUG predicament. The sweet taste of my teammate’s toe cheese fills my mouth amidst the spell-binding texture of worn cotton mixed with sweat, “Gmmmmmmm!” the frogtie is effective, and that silly burn fills my crotch. I want to try this heat gun trick that she's describing; it sounds like an awesome experience.

“Let them enjoy themselves,” Joy is considerate, “We’ll save the torture for the second or last gag so that we can tire them out knowing there's no more game in front of them.” I like her idea!

“Our little wannabe Russian scarf girl is already enjoying herself,” Sammy observes my pleasure quite well. She is such an interesting girl despite her own misgivings about, of all things, herself and her own foibles. I realize her childhood was very different from most of ours, and each Cool Girl who came from a dysfunctional home bore the scars, but Liz has a surprise.

“Sammy, is it true that you were homeschooled by your aunt? I’m asking cuz Leah and I also are homeschooled,” Leah drops a fun bombshell on the conversation for those people who aren’t my teammates, and I recall her saying this the day we met, “Well, I guess we were, ha ha!”

I’m trying to do just as I asked my friends to let me do: get the gag off by any means necessary. Joy is heel-sitting at the moment, and I am rubbing my face against her leg to try to get the OTM gag off my mouth. The bandana was tied tightly, and Hannah eagerly sits there taking photos of all us captives and maybe shooting movies too. I don’t know, but I know she’s relaxing more as time passes. The tension I had seen before is gone as she settles into what I call “platonic TUG mode.” Her BPD produces a variety of modes as you’ve seen, but she has learned how to keep her sense of self-control in all of them.

I’ve said too much! Uggghhh! Nichole says I need to hurry it up. I’m already over 4700 words. I scrunch and scrunch and scrunch, rubbing my face on the ground until I get the bandana off my face. I did what I wanted. I then get a 1.75 inch red ball gag to try: Sera gets a 2 inch gag; Janie gets a 2.25 inch gag; Leah gets a CGC ball gag of a bandana threaded through a blue dog ball. I get why people like them, but I don't. The other three are happy with their new gags. Meh. OK, I glossed over that so I can focus on parts that are of interest to me: more dirty sock gags!

We still have Sera’s, Janie’s, Joy’s, and Sammy’s socks. Leah gets a 2 inch white ball gag. Yum! This is the day I get to be gagged with Sammy’s socks for the first time. Sera and Janie suffer a gross exchange and split Joy’s. Then red duct tape seals our lips, even Leah’s, and lastly we all get red bandana blindfolds. Oh, I know! So fun! Yes. I’m going to enjoy myself, and I will see you in a more streamlined Friday adventure!

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Day 6: The Artists
Friday, August 25, 2017

All right! Welcome back! Last time, everything spiraled out of control because I wasted far too much time on detailed expositions of my loved ones. Not today! I promise to spare you this as I am fairly certain you’ve met most of the major characters in my little tale. Next in the lineup of friendship is one of my favorite people, Lauren Patterson Krzyczynski, Janie’s big sister. This is the last of the stories in which I need to introduce relative strangers because I will be playing the games in today’s round with Janie’s core group of friends.

Janie, like me, maintains friendships with folks around the school, not just the CGC. Many times I skip time because I’m with non-CGC friends, but to be fair those folks are not too plentiful and mostly are limited to my athletic activities. Besides Lauren and Janie, there is another girl who I helped welcome into the CGC last spring alongside Serafina; I am speaking of Caleigh Rondell.

I walk to Lauren’s house with three friends: Janie, Joyce, and Sammy. During summers, Joyce’s home is with the Patterson clan, especially now that she has no living parents or place to call her own home. She’s close with Janie and Lauren, and this girl is stoic yet positive. I cringe when I picture her bound with ropes while Hannah sticks a finger down her throat because she attempted to take her own life shortly after her ex-boyfriend attacked her.

Joyce’s sage green bandana is appropriate for the former girl scout. She has girl scout kinds of wisdom. She’s such a practical and good friend, really, despite her selfish mistake, but she learns and moves on from such things. Her brown denim shorts and beige curve-neck tank top are very much a Florida vibe, but she has brown socks and white canvas sneakers.

“Joyce,” I turn to her and blush, “Caleigh said ‘Yes’ already when Janie asked, and—”

“You want me to do an escape challenge, right?” she calmly interrupts me, “Sure! I love getting to engage in such games. Jenny, we can all learn true humility and happiness from you.”

“Aw, no, I don’t think so,” I brush it off, “I’m just afraid of being bossy when asking you to do a thing like that. I don’t want you to feel like a freak show with escaping.”

“She’s trying to say she’s sick of her dismal escape record,” Janie drops a cartoon anvil on me.

“Ohhhhhhhh, is that it?” Joyce’s smile brightens before she squeezes my cheek, “And I thought it was a compliment. She’s secretly working against me. Or maybe she’s jealous of me because I can’t handle the tight elbow ties, and she thinks that’s why Cay and I are good at escaping.”

I pause and think about it. She can’t be correct! Hannah is good at escaping, and she can handle just as tight of ties as me. Now she’s making me wish Hannah were here, but I remember we are about to spend time with Janie and Lauren. They’re no fools at escaping tight ropework. I’ll ask one of them to do it, and Janie wiggles her eyebrows once I look at her. Sammy drinks it up like a sponge soaking up water. She’s in love with TUGs, and she loves people even more!

Sammy’s mood is bright, calm, and detached, hence her bright blue bandana. My pink camo is a testament to my love of being a damsel in distress. We’re both wearing them as headbands, and I even convinced Sammy to wear it down on the promise she wouldn’t miss out on a hair tie. The promise is firm, and I made all of my friends promise this too. We’re Cool Girls today.

Well, Lauren’s the star catcher, and Janie’s the superstar shortstop and slugger. Caleigh’s the star pitcher of the Minnesota Tech Lady Eagles softball squad. I’ll get to outfits case-by-case once it matters, but all of us except Caleigh are wearing bandanas in some manner today. Caleigh has a vibe of her own, an unique vibe. She’s more than a softball star; she’s an artist.

Of course I greet each of my friends with a tight hug. That's why I’m a Gangsta Princess. And I jump onto Lauren, squeeze her tightly, and kiss her on the cheek. She's dressed like a Gangsta as well, but her turn will come when she's the one tied up. This is how it’ll be! One at a time! The sisters look so much alike it's actually charming, and Lauren is almost as big as Janie. Now, we can safely dive into the TUGs. Let's start with Joyce, the hazel-eyed blonde.

We agree that it was unfair to compare girls who could endure tight elbow ties to girls who only could maintain short-term elbow ties, ties with their elbows close but not touching, or no kind of elbow tie at all. That’s why we use the boxtie with a harness and a crotch rope, because anyone can handle that. We also all use our homemade ball gags so that we can all be gagged like one another without wasting too many resources. It is a perfect setup, really! Every girl is bound at her ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs and hogtied. One at a time.

“GMMMM!” Joyce is hogtied on the dining room table.

Lauren sits on a chair with me on her lap. Not by choice, mind you. One arm wraps about my chest, and the other hand gags me. I love it! My friend has a bear hug that is sugary sweet and hard to beat. The softball catcher haa big leg muscles that make her cozy to sit on (No, I am not apologizing for that, Lauren!). From this gagged perspective, I watch what unfolds.

Joyce’s glasses don’t get mentioned enough in stories. Take those away, and she’s blindfolded as good as tying a blindfold over her eyes. OK, I kid! She’s got bad vision, but she sometimes will wear contacts depending on how she otherwise feels. This makes her feel more relatable now, or I at least hope so! We took away her glasses since she didn’t need them so they wouldn’t break.

Joyce is such a mechanical engineer! Borrrrrringggggggggg! She is so methodical and careful I see nothing to entertain anyone in it. Caleigh watches with curiosity; Sammy watches to learn; I watch because I have nothing else to do; Janie and Lauren watch out of love. She's so ginger as she picks at the knots, but she proves she's a girl scout with how efficient and effective she is. I guess some like this? Where's the drama and the desperation and the kidnapping atmosphere? I break free from Lauren’s grasp just long enough to say “Borrrrrrrrrrrring!” and blow a raspberry.

“Jenny Danielle Kristensen! How deserving of being deprived of TUGs!” Lauren chides me.

Want to taunt most Cool Girls? Tell them you will tie them up. Want to taunt me? Tell me that you will not tie me up. I’m such… such… such a rope bunny that I can’t even enjoy watching a talented escape artist perform her art! That was so rude of me, and I quickly apologize for being such a brat. I’d feel bad if someone said my Mustang was so boring that they didn’t want to help me change his oil. Hear Nichole groaning. Yes, it's time to get side tracked! Come on!

I love my dear Blue Secretariat, not that I can appreciate him… Ahhhhhhhhhh, tritanopia, you’re such a persistent foe, but I’ve learned to live alongside you. Oh, I’d better stop. I promised that I would not spiral out of control like that, so I’d better focus on the story. See how easily I lose my way while telling stories? Anyway, let's get back to Joyce, shall we? Thanks!

Joyce is really good at this. She doesn’t work up much drool despite the gag, but unlike me she likes when she’s drooling. Then…. POP! An arm comes out of the boxtie. How is she able to do that so easily?! Is it true that I enjoy being tied up so much that I’ve forgotten my ability to escape that I once enjoyed? Maybe I’m talentless? The latter would be more comforting, but my track record is abysmal. It only takes minutes before she’s unknotting the gag and pulling the big rubber ball out of her mouth. She has a smile on her face, a smile of happy victory.

“I’m sorry that was boring for you, but for me,” Joyce pinches my cheek, “It was fun. I’d like to express my gratitude, Jenny, because you spurred me onwards. I love you,” now, sage is a good choice for her that I perhaps dismissed, and I am noting this in my mind, “Who’s next?”

Next up is Janie by the simple act of Sammy shrugging and pointing a finger. With that, Janie is a damsel-in-distress, bound in the same style boxtie with the ropes up her legs and gagged with a bright orange rubber ball for her gag. The orange matches her dark green gym shorts, her yellow tank top, and her dark green bandana headband. She denied it, but a yellow scrunchie is just too perfect as are the yellow socks with her usual red sneakers. She didn’t dress for the mood ring experiment! Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! C’mon, Caleigh, knot her up like a pretzel!

“Heh heh,” Janie laughs a little— I think she does it just to start the unstoppable drool cycle.

Now we get to see some energy on display with the Seminole-Miccosukee-Spanish-Irish girl in a tight hogtie and having fun whipping her braid around. She’s just enjoying herself and trying her best to escape. Janie doesn’t have the escape woes I do despite being a rope bunny too. You are thinking about it, aren’t you? NO! I do try to escape… a good chunk of the time… OK, maybe I try to escape some of the time. All right! Most of the time, my motions and my gag talk are just trying to agitate my captor so that she’ll spank me, tickle me, and/or lock me in the armoire.

I have to mention the artist. Not the escape artist, the art artist. The mistress of pencils and color herself, Caleigh Rondell, is a talented artist who sometimes, not too often, earns money off of her skills. She took a quick outline sketch of Joyce, and now she does it with Janie. She’s so good at this that she’ll fill in the colors and expression later, but she captures it so well that you’d think a person posed for her for hours to do it. Yet, she can make a work of art in 45-90 minutes.

Yeah, this is fun! C’mon, Janie, do us rope bunnies proud! Get out of this one. I know you can do it; do it! You can do it, right? Oh, Janie, are you really struggling that badly? Janie, your sister is laughing at you. C’mon, Princess Janie, don’t let Lauren; aww, who am I kidding? Your sister is right! Stop smelling Janie. That’s right, I’m cuddling with dear, sweet, 5’11” Lauren, as I am such a hugger. “Lauren loves my hugs… more than yours!” Oh, no! I said it out loud!

“Jenny, it’s time to do us all a favor,” Lauren looks at me with that mischievous love that shows that she and Janie, despite a four-year age gap, are nearly identical twins with subtle differences, “You’re nothing but trouble. Please,” my friend motions to Sammy, “hold her until I’m back.”

Now I’m sitting here watching— unable to escape Sammy’s grasp— while Janie makes a giant fool out of me. POP! Out comes an arm. Maybe it took her 25 minutes as opposed to Joyce’s 7 minutes, but she still did it. Yep, the Gangsta Jock is big, strong, and humble, and she quietly is unknotting her drool laden ball gag when Lauren returns. Janie pats me on the head before chaos erupts in my one-girl show of naughtiness and mischief.

“GMMMM!” Lauren puts her blue 1.75 inch ball gag in my mouth and padlocks it shut! NOO! “Mmmmmmmmm mmm mmmmm!” I pitifully protest, unwittingly starting my own drool cycle.

Lauren wraps a wide ziptie, like half an inch or something, around my wrists and pulls it tight, as if this will contain me. OK, doing it above my elbows means my arms are bound very well, and I am now stuck like this. If I keep pushing, I’ll probably get zipped up more, and that’d be a total disaster, right? I’m supposed to be getting a turn to show off my… escape… skills… yeah. I am going to focus on Caleigh getting bound in the boxtie with the harness and crotch rope and the ropes at her ankles and either side of her knees! Now she’s hogtied. I’d like to see her try to draw a picture of herself right now! Ha ha! I’m kidding, not that anyone knows what I said…

“Jenny, for God’s sake,” Joyce taunts me, “SHUT. UP. Before I shut you in a suitcase.”

That sage bandana is such a cute look on her head, and I just love her TUG personality. She’s an honest girl even when it hurts, and she knows when to be blunt and when to soften the blow. It’s a blunt moment for sure. She squeezes my cheek again. Joyce might be small, but she’s smarter than any of us except maybe Janie. I love that she and I are both mechanical engineering majors!

Watching Caleigh, the Cool Girl who refuses to be Cool, is always charming. She simply refuses to wear bandanas outside cowgirl styles and wristbands. Totally no fun! Her mother bought her a few bandanas to wear when she and her siblings spent a week painting the house, and they only were worn by her sister. The first time Caleigh wore one was between her teeth for her first ever cleave gag! OK, so she shuns bandanas, but she’s Cool in her own ways and deserves love.

NO! NO! Wow! Caleigh, that was slow for you. Joyce pipped you by… 17 seconds. The best part of the show, though, is how you conduct yourself. You’re dramatic in your escape but don’t have too much flair. You gag talk to entertain us and force yourself to drool but quietly do it so the attention is centered on your motions and reactions. There’s no desire to be a star, but you’re a brightly shining star when it comes to escaping tight situations! WHAT. AN. ARTIST.

“Ta da!” she swings her arms out, “Well, Joyce, you won this time.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sammy and I still have to go,” Lauren takes umbrage at that statement, as if she has a fighting chance, “OK, Sammy’s a rookie, but she’s a good girl. Might surprise us.”

“HA!” I snarkily chortle into my gag, “HA HA HA!” Sammy is too much of a rope bunny and a rookie, but even Lauren has no fighting chance, and I look at my big friend while laughing.

You know where this is going, don’t you? While Joyce prepares Sammy for the next round, I get four more of those wide zipties around my legs this time. I’m bound at my ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. Lauren normally doesn’t use them so joyfully and saves the thick ones for just wrists and ankles, sometimes elbows. I’ve apparently done something to offend her in an innocent, harmless sort of manner. Maybe laughing at her escape skills was a bit too honest?

Sammy is boxtied and hogtied with the same harness and crotch rope style as the others. Her leg bonds are of the same numbers, and her gag is a blue rubber ball. The bright blue bandana mood ring is so cheerful and approachable. She gets an orange gag to contrast, and the yellow bandana is knotted to keep her quiet. She's so big she could handle the 2.5 inch ball, maybe the legendary 3 inch ball gag! Wow! She seems unfazed by the size of that gag, and here I am struggling with a mess made by a 1.75 inch gag. Sammy is such a big, flexible, strong girl. OK, so I’m 5’1”!

“Gmmmph mmmmmmmm!” the only talking here is me, and I make sure I talk a lot.

“Jenny,” Joyce's eyes fire a warning shot, and even Caleigh looks up from her art, “SHUT. UP.”

Sammy squirms about as little as Joyce. Borrrrrringgggggg! Only I can't blow raspberries at the cautiously curious yet enigmatic Russo-Finnish platinum blonde. Her bandana headband is way louder than she could ever be. In fact, she's so quiet despite her motion that she's not drooling at all despite the rubber dog ball gag. She whips her braid for some entertainment value, but she is so methodical that it's maddening! No! Rope bunnies are supposed to be frenetic strugglers for a strong, bouncing vibe, Sammy! You're a borrrrringggggggg rope bunny right now! Ugghhh!

I guess it works, though. Taking 12 minutes to escape isn't bad, but we are tying the knots for an escape contest, not imprisonment. Believe me, it's possible to tie up even Joyce or Caleigh in a way that'll keep them down for 45-60 minutes before they escape… If you're foolish enough that you would leave those two escape artists unattended that long and think they won't get revenge! Either way, bravo, Sammy! You did a good job for a total greenhorn! Awwww, she's smiling as well. OK, I was unfairly harsh before. She's just a different breed or species of rope bunny.

“All right, sis, time to torque you up!” Janie eagerly turns to her older sister and hero.

“Pfftttt!” some defiant, mischievous soul casts asparagus on our next performer.

Suddenly, I have 5 pairs of eyes on me, 6 if you count Joyce’s glasses. It's time for the zipped up rope bunny to take off hopping like a chicken with its head cut off, because a certain 5’11” girl is coming after her. Big sister, dear friend, confidante, catcher… Either way, I’m hopping towards Caleigh’s bedroom so I can shut and lock the door and maybe, just maybe, wedge myself under the bed before the door gets unlocked. C’mon, rope bunny, hop faster! She's coming!

“Gotcha!” the hunter has caught the rope bunny, “Cute, little, mischievous bondage-loving, kind, bandana-obsessed, adventurous, snarky, epic, naughty, sassy, hyperactive Gangsta Princess!”

Lauren normally would spank me or tickle me, but she doesn't. Instead, she brings me back into the kitchen and makes me take a seat at the table. And then Sammy sits on my lap! I’m just the cute little rope bunny. Sammy is awfully tall and heavy for me… but that's the point. There isn't a chance for me to hop away. I have to sit here and drool… but I can gag talk despite the lock! I get it now! Lauren is punishing me… by not punishing me! Augghhhh! I’m so predictable!

“You're kind of cute for a nuisance,” Sammy stoically teases me, but all I do is make more drool.

Ha! That's right! Lauren takes 19 minutes! Serves her right for depriving me of happiness. She is between Janie and Caleigh in terms of excitement for me having to sit and watch her escape it. That's still infinitely more interesting than Joyce, and there are still hearty congratulations since a majority of us are good, kind, and sporting, while one of us is absolutely out of control today. It is readily apparent that I’m not getting a turn at the escape game, and it's just as obvious that one of us is studying my actions in a mischievous manner. Sammy, I can count on you! Yay!

Lauren leaves again, likely planning to do something else for me. I squirm just right to drop my cuddle buddy to the floor with a flurry of Russian complaints. And away I go! I just have to get to that bedroom! This time, I make it, because Janie and Joyce were chatting and Caleigh wasn't paying attention to anything but her art. Door shut and locked. Now to get under the bed while I wait for someone to get the key and unlock the door. I stick my head under the bed and get about 2 feet under it before I discover that Caleigh puts her moving boxes and TUG toys under here. It takes all of 20 seconds for me to be slung across Janie’s shoulder. She's walking me back to the kitchen while giving me light spanks. Sure enough, Lauren is there with my tomb ready to go.

More zipties, this time thinner but much longer, wrap my body. Above and below my boobs go a ziptie each to pin my upper arms to my body; at my waist goes a third long ziptie to pin my arms to waist as well. My arms are stuck. Lauren shows me some mercy, though, by taking that blue ball gag out of my mouth. Finally, the drooling stops, but I’m getting permission to speak. No! Instead, Sammy stuffs her own bright white crew socks into my mouth! Blech! My mouth fills with the delicious flavors of rowing practice, workouts, and walking around campus all day long. Janie uses her strength to wrap my head in 7 layers of pink duct tape. Squish goes the rope bunny's mouth with each successive layer, ensuring she doesn't spit out the socks. Over my eyes goes a purple bandana to blindfold me! It tastes amazing and is dark in my world now!

Yum, sweaty, nasty, thick cotton, soaked in the piquant flavors of Samantha Evangelina Räänta is filling every bit of my mouth. It's toxic, wonderful, noxious, delicious toe cheese, donated to me with love by our new friend. Janie’s careful strength has guaranteed I remain quiet, and Joyce is so kind to pick out a blindfold that doesn't match the rest of my outfit or my binding. Lauren and the other think they’re laughing at me, but they're laughing with me! Such fun!

Now the entombment. Remember the suitcase joke before? Yes, my friends stuff me into one of Lauren’s suitcases, one that's a tight fit even for me. They push me into it, make sure that I won't snag any hair, and zip it up! I’m trapped! The rope bunny is joyfully bound and gagged, and she is now locked away where she can't escape. She’s ziptied, silenced, and entombed. How fun this all is! I’m trapped in a tight spot with only the taste of Sammy’s socks for company.

“Mmmm mmm mmmmmm!” the rope bunny cannot be silenced, “Mmmmmmmmm!” and I start squirming as much as I can in these tight confines, “Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmm!”

Sammy’s toe cheese has a scrumptious flavor. Yesterday, I didn't get to pay attention, but this is a strong and humiliating flavor, prepared with love by one rope bunny for another. Nothing can beat having someone else's socks getting wedged into my mouth so that I can't talk back. There is a thrill in being in this suitcase, and the blindfold somehow is necessary despite the darkness of the suitcase itself. It adds a layer to the sensations when I feel that knot pushing on my head.

I won’t be stopped so easily. If I shift my weight, the suitcase wiggles a little in each direction. I feel that. They didn't; on, they did. Correction, she did. It's such a familiar sensation to me, as if I have suffered this treatment in the past. Without a doubt, Joyce is sitting on the suitcase to stop it from moving, but you're the foolish one this time, Miss Sage Bandana! I can still move around in here enough to move the suitcase even if it's not traveling like it was before you sat on it.

Nope. The rope bunny is indomitable. “Mmmmmmm!” that audible noise leeches lots of flavor onto my tongue, which makes it all so worthwhile. “Mmmmm!” it takes more than a few wraps of duct tape to shut me up completely. These tight confines can hold me hostage; the zips push against my limbs and torso in a thrilling way. It's the best thing of all: bound, gagged, helpless.

No surprise, but sweat has been pouring off me. I get wetter and wetter with time. The suitcase traps my body heat on top of my sweating, making the environment even more oppressive. It's all encouraging me to protest, to demand I be released from these confines. It's so much fun in here; I hope Sammy gets to try it. Of course, I’m zipped at my elbows; it's nearly impossible to get that off on my own. Yep. I’m stuck with no hope of escape. A prisoner of love and hijinks.

The slow leach of the flavors onto my tongue from rough cotton. The crush of plastic binding my limbs and torso. The adhesive wrapped around my head. The fabric covering my eyes. It's a perfect mix, isn't it? Now. I. Need. Someone. To. Let. Me. Out. And. Spank. Me. Please? I think it's a reasonable request. Janie? Lauren? Anyone? I don't want to be completely ignored like this! Hey! I’ll shake this suitcase so much that Joyce stops sitting on it! Open up! Let me out of this! Mmmmmmm… Sammy, your socks are really something else in humiliation.

“Mmm MMMMMMMPH!” I’m making myself heard for sure now! “MMMMMMMPH!” I am so good at being loud and annoying even when I’m gagged like this, “MMMMMMMMMMPH!”

“Janie, take the suitcase and go home,” Joyce laughs maniacally, and Janie heartily agrees.

ROLL! BUMP! BUMP! ROLL! the zip bunny is on the move. She's going home… in a suitcase…ziptied, gagged with her friend’s putrid socks, and blindfolded… WHAT. A. DAY. I can't believe today has been real. Sammy is happily talking about Joyce and Caleigh’s artistry. The real artist is the zip bunny who manipulated her friends into doing her bidding.

Jesus, thank You for all my friends and the love we share. Moments like today remind me that I am unique, and so are they. You were so kind to bring us together! I really hope my friends get to live happy lives hereafter. Thank You for loving us so much that You died for us. Amen!

“Jenny, you're a handful!” Sammy laughs as we enter my apartment.

Yeah, you say that, but you’ll do the same someday and hope for the same results. You're just a bit jealous that I’m the one who's torqued up by zipties and sucking on your socks. Out of the suitcase I come and onto the sofa. A ziptie connects my ankles and elbows. Hogzipped! This is so much fun, and I don't know how much longer I’ll be tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.

Those zips are everywhere. Ankles, elbows, ankles, knees, lower and upper thighs, waist, and above and below my boobs. Zip, zip, zip! Now, I’m hogzipped. It's all so much fun, and I’m so hoping for some sort of further punishment. I squirm and gag talk and try to be so annoying that my captors cannot ignore it. Being unable to spit out the socks is the best part though. But!

A finger. Fingers. Sensitive spots. “Ha ha!” Ribs, armpits, quadriceps. Fingers. “Ha ha ha!” a gag can't stop me from doing it. It's involuntary. It's forced. It's delightful. “Ha ha ha ha haaa!” It's tickling! The happiness where laughter is a sign of suffering! Pain and joy come together in a cruel mix that leads to merriment. I’m cackling. “Ha ha ha haaaa! Ha haaaaaaaaa!”

Fingers jumping from spot to spot. Sammy’s there. Janie's there. Then a trade. One stops. Or both attack. Belly to ribs, ribs to quads, armpits to belly. Laughter and pain. And with enough time, it does start to hurt. It's satisfying, like the pain of a good long run. I love it. The inability to breathe is suddenly exciting when it's caused by laughter. The laughter leads to drool, and the drool leads to moisture escaping the mouth. Saliva can loosen adhesives, meaning I soon can…

“Stop! Stop! Ha ha haaaaaa!” I beg through the pain, “Tape wasn’mmph!” a CGC rubber ball gag shuts me up now. These girls get me so well and are humoring my mischievous ways. The bandana is tightly knotted to ensure I cannot spit it out, and the 2 inch rubber shuts me back up! “Mmmmmmmmm!” the rope bunny continues before a hand comes down with that sound.

Spanking. Heavy, delightful spanking from two strong girls. Painful, delightful spanking, and a trigger for me to drool from the rubber ball. It's all so much, so, so much. I’m sorry, but I’m in a good way. It's intense. It's repetitive. It's painful. I love the SMACK! so much, but after so long it brings me subspace and a loss of my bearings. My narration must end because of this.

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Day 7A: The Navy Blue Bandana Gang
Saturday, August 26, 2017

It’s that time again! You know the time I mean, right? Of course you do! It’s time to kidnap an overly eager and energetic rope bunny named Jenny Danielle Kristensen. It’s time to tie her up good and tight, stuff some dirty socks in her mouth, and punish the little rope bunny. OK, I’m a bit ahead of myself, expressing my hopes instead of what is happening at the moment. I want it.

“Yes, we had fun,” Emilia says, giving Hannah a tight hug after a morning making TUG films.
“That’s good!” I say despite my misgivings about their employment, “I’m glad!”
“Jenny, we know you like being tied up,” Janie taunts me, “But even you don’t normally try this hard so much in one week to get tied up. You’re going overkill to make Sammy a rope bunny.”
“Ummmm,” I turn back to the Monopoly game and see my terrible fortune, “Oh, nonsense!”
“Absolute, pathetic denial,” my best friend Nichole shakes her head.
“There is no denial,” I blush, “Just not noticing my own actions. I’ll try harder!”
“To lose?” Liz takes her turn dropping the cartoon anvil on me while others agree with her.

Ever feel like there is a conspiracy afoot? Maybe friends are planning on kidnapping people, or a silly idea got out of control? Maybe it’s the large contingent of girls doing things here in my apartment that’s making me easy, with game afternoon seeing me, my three roommates (Janie, Joy, and Hannah), Emilia, Sammy, Bridget, Serafina, Nichole, Joyce, Lauren, Caleigh, Liz, and Leah all here. The CGC is all about unorganized chaos and love, but something feels… wrong.

Maybe it’s the navy theme shared by Samantha, Bridget, Sera, and Liz, the tiedye shared by me, Nichole, and Leah, the blue shared by Lauren, Janie, and Caleigh, or the purple shared by Millie, Hannah, and Joy? Maybe it’s the fun knee-jerk reaction to Thursday’s game by having four distinct bandana gangs all at work in one place? It might not be so obvious if it weren’t so, well, obvious. Let me explain because it is funny and silly when I point it out. Joyce? Independent.

Sammy, Bridget, Sera, and Liz all are wearing their classic rowing fare: navy blue trainers (gym shorts), navy blue and white horizontally-striped tank tops, navy blue bandana headbands (but a certain Italian has a kerchief instead), white crew cut socks, and their own preferred footwear for rowing. That one’s just blatant! It’s like they’re not trying to sneak! Maybe that's the point? Is it all a fun theme? Maybe we planned it? Regardless, it’s the Navy Blue Bandana Gang!

The softball players are just as obvious and even monotonic: blue trainers, blue t-shirts, and blue sneakers. Janie and Lauren have their hair in braids, but Caleigh has a ponytail. All used classic blue scrunchies. Janie and Lauren have blue bandana headbands; Caleigh has a wristband. It’s a bit silly on this one, but I give them an ‘A’ for even having blue crew socks and blue sneakers. A fun Blue Bandana Gang brings their softball verve to the festivities of game day at the apartment.

Leah, Nichole, and I are the Tiedye Bandana Gang. Nichole has a kerchief (no wonder she and Sera can be confused when looking from behind), but Leah and I have headbands. All three of us are wearing red trainers, red socks, blue t-shirts, and white canvas sneakers. Because we’re awesome and we can. Yeah, we’re definitely the coolest bandana gang of them all. I’ll prove it in a moment. Can't top this for real, and Joyce really ought to join us.

Just look at that Purple Bandana Gang. Purple is a rare color that will get Emilia to wear one as a headband, albeit her headband has the knot on top of her head. She and Hannah are wearing purple trainers, but Joy has a purple skirt. Hannah has a bandana headband, but Joy takes a bit of liberty by wearing a purple camouflage bandana headband to add a touch of mischief to her bandana mood ring. The long skirt is pretty, really. All three have purple socks and sneakers. A rebel like Joy ruins the unity of the mood. Only us Tiedye Bandana Gangsters are united!

I wish my cousin were here. The sarcasm reminds me of me and her in the garage one day. She and I were working on my car while my parents weren't home. She got a little sarcastic and may have had an accident with some zip ties and electrical tape, possibly eating her socks too. She’d possibly been tickled senseless and put on the rear bench during my post-maintenance test drive. I speak of this in a theoretical scenario. Definitely, this never happened. Impossible.

“OK,” Serafina speaks up, “Since there are four navy blue gangsters and three of the other ones , I am volunteering to be tied up for the duration of game day, if that is OK with everyone else.”

“No way!” Sammy takes umbrage, “I should be the one tied up. I’m the newbie! Besides, you were tied up the other day during the capture of the Red Bandana Gang,” she winks at me, too.

“Oh, Sammy, just do like Jenny would do and lose on purpose. You're her protégé anyway,” the Italian spoke sweetly and without hostility, since in her desire to be tied up, “Besides, you're the rookie who deserves to enjoy her first real Cool Girl’s Club gathering.”

“You're the more experienced one, Serafina. I need the experience,” Sammy loudly laughs now.

“I mean,” I speak up, “I want to be tied up, too, but I’m still playing and trying my best, even if I had to get a nudge from our friends about it. Serafina, Sammy, maybe you should play a game in which the winner gets tied up!” Did I really just make a good suggestion and flip the tables?

“Well, well, well,” Emilia stands up as CGC President, “I like the idea. Do it, shut up, or find the games rigged so you two do not get tied up. Does this sound better to you? No. Bien.”

“I love your spirit, Millie!” I really know how to stuff my foot deep into my own mouth, don't I?

The game day is simple and a little staged. Four girls, one from each gang, play different games. I am playing Monopoly with Liz, Millie, and Caleigh. Bridget, Sammy, Lauren, and Hannah are playing a card game. Janie, Leah, Nichole, and Joy are playing video games. Sera put herself in the middle on purpose, it seems, and now we're pausing the games for a runoff between Sammy and Sera since the Navy Bandana Gang has an extra member. A little Old Maid, anyone?

Shuffle cards, have them flip cards to decide who will go first. Shuffle cards, deal cards, set up a game for our friends to play. It's such a classic way to determine who gets tied up, and once in a while you have to change it up. It's not unheard of, with certain groups playing games, for all to agree that the winner gets tied up, especially if, say, the game consisted of me, Nichole, Bridget, and, for an example, Janie, it’d be reasonable to make the winner be the captive because Bridget and Nichole will still play to win. Joyce, as the girl who doesn't yet have a gang, acts as MC.

I tried to get Joyce to join my team, but she wasn't sure about tiedye looking good on her. She's not a fan of purple or blue, either. Honestly, I wish she'd pick tiedye so I’d have an excuse to do a runoff with Leah or Nichole since I would be happy regardless of the result for me. C’mon, my friend, pick tiedye! It'll go with your red trainers and white canvas sneakers and white socks and green t-shirt. The Italian flag bandana headband is nice, but tiedye gives you a team, four eyes.

Still, we watch with eager anticipation while our friends silently play the card name. Nothing is in the air except the tension of the game. Some of us would rather win, and some would rather lose. Most are indifferent and would simply play to win the game. Still, we rope bunnies, who are pretty much only Sera, Sammy, and I, and possibly Janie, need a kick sometimes. I’d guess Sera isn't the kind to lose on purpose, and I know Janie usually still plays to win regardless of the result. Perhaps Sammy and I are the oddballs in this context?

When the end result is something like being bound and gagged, even Old Maid becomes a tense and anxious moment for the witnesses as the players reduce cards. They take turns picking, and it is a calm Russian versus a sneaky Italian. Only one can survive, and at the end of the game the queen of hearts is still making its residence in Serafina’s fingers. She won!

“Yes!” Sera pumps her fist and fluffs her hair with her hands, “You're good at that, Sammy!”

“Thanks! After that much fun and drama, I’m OK with the result,” Sammy flashes a rare smile.

Then Joy, Joyce, Emilia, and Hannah, the CGC’s four girls who are the most active members of Minnesota Tech’s chapter of Tau Iota Epsilon (TIE), better known around here as the “bondage sorority,” play their hands. Joy received a package today— three pairs of Irish-8 handcuffs— to go with her three pairs of standard hinged handcuffs. Joyce has a pair of hinged handcuffs, a pair of rigid thumbcuffs, and her forest green ball gag with the chin strap. These are all minor when a group of girls like the TIE girls reveal that they have borrowed many toys just for today without obligation to following through on the numerous toys which TIE is showing to us today. There's a mountain here: straitjackets, Irish-8s, gags, extra rolls of tape, and so-called armbinders.

I’m a kid in a candy store. Maybe I don’t like bondage like some of these girls do, but the same toys are used for both bondage and TUGs. What’s so much fun is that we all own different types and colors or, like this, unique items. It makes it special because you must play TUGs with that one person in order to be able to use that particular toy. Sera’s predictable though.

“Maybe I just am electrically taped,” Sera holds a wide roll of Millie’s favorite kind of tape, “Of course, I’m always,” she blushes because it’s something only discovered during our game earlier in the week, “willing to try new flavors of gags,” she has her arms crossed and twists in place, “I am not picky,” the smile is apparent though, “Maybe this muzzle to keep it all in place. Keep my bandana in place and make sure I’m not able to spit out…,” a mischievous glow is in her eyes, “I didn’t know,” she plays with a 2 inch roll of tape, “That they made tape in rolls so big!”

“I’ve made up my mind,” Joyce takes a turn flipping tables, “I’ll play with Nichole for a place in the Tiedye Bandana Gang,” she chuckles a little, “Loser gets straitjacketed and harness gagged.”

“Awwwwwww, Jenny,” my best friend comes over, “Wipe that look off your face. Either laugh or just attack and get revenge with 16 pairs of eyes looking at you {My note: Joyce, Hannah, and Sammy are all wearing glasses; I think Caleigh and Sera wear contacts.}.”

“C’mon, Nichole,” Joyce gently nudges bestie away from me, “Take a seat. Let’s play a game of skill and chance,” the Italian girl’s lips are stifling a giggle, “How about we play ‘Go Fish’?”

The raucous laughter that results is all Sammy needs. She’s just too big and strong, and in mere seconds she has Sera’s arms tightly encased in green electrical tape from her wrists all the way up to her armpits. The laughter from Joyce’s deadpan humor almost drowns out the first wraps of tape, and even Sera is caught off guard by this stunning development. Sammy is a girl full of something very important to the CGC: love. What a big heart this girl has!

Sammy doesn’t know what she’s doing, so she’s just going for overkill. She wraps the electrical tape above Sera’s boobs and then wraps her chest from her boobs down to her waist. There will be no escaping this. Someone’s purple socks, probably Hannah’s— yes, Hannah’s— go into the captive Italian rowing coxswain’s mouth, and the wide tape wraps her head 6 times to shut her up for good. The rower with the navy kerchief wanted a muzzle, and Hannah eagerly helps Sammy to put the muzzle on the captive’s head. Then Serafina is down on the floor so more tape can go from her ankles to her knees and from her knees to her waist. She is propped up on the sofa with the video game players, helpless and unable to escape. How much fun this is! Can’t you picture it in your mind? Serafina Randaccio has almost certainly bitten off more than she can chew! It’s just as she wanted: socks and tape with the muzzle to ensure her navy kerchief stays in place.

The next development is one that utterly dismays me in the worst way: the Go Fish game is total destruction wreaked by Joyce upon my beloved Nichole Petersen! Joyce had three pairs right at the start of the game, and Nichole had none. Of course, Joyce asked for the one card that she had, and wouldn’t you figure that Nichole did have a Jack? Just like that, Joyce is out right at the start of the game. No drama; no tension; no anxiety; just an old-fashioned rout. It’s like I am a toddler again watching my dearly missed Daniel yelling at the TV because Jeff Gordon had won yet another NASCAR race. I didn’t care; I liked the rainbow car second best!

Nichole and Joyce don’t care. They exchange a hug with Nichole’s hair brushing around the top of her shoulders despite the tiedye kerchief holding it back. Joyce pulls her Italian flag bandana down to her neck, takes her tiedye bandana from her bag, and ties it on her own head as a fresh new bandana headband. She uses some hairpins to hold her new gang affiliation in place. What a friendship these two have even if they constantly bemoan not spending more time together!

A black latex straitjacket doesn’t seem too fantastic to me, but it’s not abhorrent either. Nichole looks at it with wonder, though, and eagerly accepts the contraption. Joyce puts Nichole’s arms in the restraint device, gets them in place, and tightens the straps. In this case, even the crotch strap doesn’t look uncomfortable and mostly serves to help hold the coat in place. Joy hands a pair of the new Irish-8 handcuffs to Joyce, who clicks them in place on Nichole’s ankles. There has to be something called love in the air, because Nichole looks at me with a glow in her eyes that conveys a message I cannot put into words. She’s discovered her new favorite TUG spot. Serafina’s gag talk and struggling on the sofa is background noise at this moment.

The head harness has a yellow ball gag, which likely means it’s Millie’s. Millie loves yellow so much, and I must agree it’s a great choice both personally and, with our bandanas, aesthetically. Much like Sera with the muzzle, the 2 inch ball gag effects the all-important silence aspect of a TUG, and the straps of the harness keep her tiedye kerchief in place. Shoulder length curly hair held back by a kerchief on a brunette; about 5’4” (Nichole) or 5’5” (Sera); wearing trainers; an inexplicable love of dirty sock gags. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine how either girl is ever confused for the other when looking at them from behind. Nope. No similarities at all!

“Mmmmmmmm!” Nichole wiggles her eyebrows before Joyce uses a fuchsia bandana to rob her of her sight and fastens the straps good and tight, as it should be, “MMMMMMM!”

“Just one last thing,” Joyce grins before using black electrical tape to wrap Nichole’s legs above her knees for one final restraint, “Well, Nichole, I can see you’re happy; that makes me happy.”

Nichole gets seated next to Serafina on the sofa, and Sera stares at the blindfolded girl who is in a state of TUG bliss. I can already see it in my mind: a black latex straitjacket with her name in bright white letters “Sarah Nichole Petersen.” Nichole’s to keep. That idea will have to wait for a better moment than right because we have Sera and Nichole quite severely bound and gagged so that we have 12 Gangstas to play the three games: one each Purple, Tiedye, Navy, and Blue.

Why the girls playing the video games do what any normal person would do: they ignore both of the captives while playing. Who cares that Serafina is squeaking into Hannah’s socks, squirming in the electrical tape, and shaking her head; she’s energetically defiant but helpless. Nichole does the expected thing: she simply tries to talk and instead creates massive blobs of drool that dribble down her chin and onto her t-shirt. The Gangsta Chick (Sera) and Gangsta Queen (Nichole) are going to be there as long as we all wish them to stay there in their hilarious, strong prisons.

This, as I think is apparent, is the final day of the mood ring experiment, and I am going to break up the chapters right here. I’m going to stop right here and give you a table with the names, gang affiliation, and what game she’s playing. We had to do a reshuffle (I chose that word on purpose) because of Sera and Nichole’s situations. I’ll see you in the thrilling finale of Sammy and the Mood Rings for what should be absolute CGC TUG chaos of the best and most loving kind!

Name	Gang	Game
Hannah	Purple	Card Game
Joy	Purple	Video Game
Emilia	Purple	Monopoly
Sammy	Navy	Card Game
Bridget	Navy	Video Game
Liz	Navy	Monopoly
Lauren	Blue	Card Game
Janie	Blue	Video Game
Caleigh	Blue	Monopoly
Joyce	Tiedye	Card Game
Leah	Tiedye	Video Game
Jenny	Tiedye	Monopoly
Serafina	Navy	Captured
Nichole	Tiedye	Captured

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Day 7B: A Truly Great Experiment
Saturday, August 26, 2017

Our purpose is to eliminate all opposition to our gangs through games. Each game winner gets brutally punished by having to bind and gag their opponents. The three game winners then face off in another card game (assuming that no one gang sweeps the three games) to decide which is the best gang of the day. It’s a way to mix TUGs and our CGC bandana love into a game day of fun and love. I made a promise despite my innermost belief that true victory is found in defeat.

Playing Monopoly with Caleigh Rondell is tons of fun. I never expected this. She and her sister and brothers and cousins have numerous silly house rules and even made their own deck of cards to draw while playing. She tells us about how Monopoly is a fun, slow way to end up bound and gagged. I’m practically salivating at the thought of a Monopoly where I’d be tied up and untied as a systematic part of the game. Now that is a Monopoly I’d be happy winning because I know I’d likely spend time in silence and immobility anyway. Sign me up next time!

“Hilarious” is the nicest thing I can say about Caleigh’s dumpster fire performance. The sugary sweet blue bandana softball gang member is so used to her twisted sadistic version of Monopoly that she doesn’t know how to strategize for playing ordinary Monopoly. Making the moment a lot funnier is the way Serafina, despite all that green electrical tape, hops around observing each of the games while we all play. She leans over, studies, and says something unintelligible.

Emilia, Liz, and I were quite dissatisfied with the performance of Caleigh. In fact, she was doing worse than I do when I’m losing on purpose on my worst days. We also know of Caleigh’s reputation for escaping. Normally, we’d let her workher escape magic, but where’s the fun in that when the point is to be a helpless captive of a gang war? Take away her hairpins so that she can’t pick the locks on the handcuffs. Yes, we’re using handcuffs on her wrists. Why are we doing this? We’ve had enough! Out with the inferior player of ordinary Monopoly.

Ropes can do the rest of the job. That’s right: handcuffs on the wrists, a tight, overkill harness, a good quality waist and crotch rope, and ropes at her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. I agree with Liz’s choice of a blue 1.5 inch ball gag with a black strap for once; make her drool up a thunderstorm at the hands of a meteorology major! Ha ha ha! I’m laughing at you, Caleigh; I, the little rope bunny, am laughing at your performance during this game. Ooh, Millie, you’re so mean! She locked Caleigh in the armoire in Joy and Janie’s bedroom. Such a clever girl! Back to our serious competition, now; we don’t care that 10 people in the room think we’re crazy.

“It was the morally ambiguous thing to do,” Emilia says, dripping with pride over her choice of words, “We put that girl in her rightful place. Let her work out of it on her own for once.”

Of course Lauren and Janie are laughing— but still think we’re crazy. Millie, Lizzie, and Jenny could make one wild gang if they worked together. Rope bunny energy; TUG loving sneakiness; rower strength. Oh, yeah! Let’s get on with our game. We’re playing it our way now, and I can feel the shift of the energy in my veins. I’m in that empowered state where I can enjoy the thrill of capturing just as much as the thrill of being captured. Look out world— here I come!

The game can now resume in peace. Excuse me, Sera, but your gag talk is not adorable because you’re doing it in my ear. Would you like to spend time in a suitcase? No? I did yesterday, and it was tons of fun. Still sure? OK; buzz off. My best friend is trapped in the straitjacket, Irish-8 handcuffs, and other ridiculous layers of captivity. Poor baby! Aww, Janie is sitting on Nichole!

“She kept getting in the way,” Janie adequately justifies her debauchery against my beloved.

Serves you right, Janie Patterson! Ha ha haaaaa! You got eliminated from the game. Sitting on my best friend deserves getting eliminated, especially for that monotonic outfit. “I hope Lauren is joining you soon to finish off the Blue Bandana Gang.” Oh, no! I said that one out loud and not just to you! AUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! WhhhhhhhhhYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyy?! Why do I do this to myself so often?! If my thoughts can’t be read on sight, I just stick my foot in my own mouth without realizing it. How do I have a max academic scholarship when I’m such a fool?! I don’t get it, and frankly I don’t care because I only subconsciously say funny things. Lauren must think I’m loony after the events of the last *checks phone* 23 minutes.

Some girl donates blue rope to be used to tie up Janie. Joy, Bridget, and Leah all work to bind up the girl who turned Nichole into human furniture. That’s it— torque those arms. Yeah! They tie Janie’s wrists and elbows together! A tight harness and a mean waist and crotch rope get Janie in just the right way. Janie’s so big they tie her legs in six places— upper, middle, and lower thighs and knees, shins, and ankles. Off go Joy’s socks, right into Janie’s mouth. Yummy. And then a good tight layering of blue 2 inch electrical tape seals Janie’s lips 8 times. Take that, Janie!

“MMMMM!” Janie shakes her head, and I need to calm down because I’m getting too into this.

I really love all these girls. Time to settle down and have fun even if Janie is squealing loudly as a white bandana blindfolds her at Joy’s hands. I do want to win just for the shear bragging rights at this point. OK, Janie, that particular squeal is downright disgusting; I hate it when a girl enjoys TUGs like that when I’m in the room. Unfortunately, I’m the only one in this room so utterly opposed to such behaviors. I still love them anyway. Seriously!

I really love all these girls. Wait, didn’t I just say that? Oh, well! I love them! God blessed me in so many ways with each and every single one of these young ladies, even if Serafina right now is trying to dare me to shove her in that suitcase. I won’t do it; I’m bigger than that. No one can get my goat so easily. Millie, Liz, and I are such a team, and it makes me a little sad that I never knew Liz was into TUGs a year earlier and that Serafina didn’t get to join us until a few months before now. Thank you, God, for forcing us together because we didn’t get the hint sooner!

“That takes care of her,” I say while zipping the suitcase shut, “Now, back to the game.”

“Jenny, you get so out of control, but are so in control,” Hannah shakes her head from the other room, “It’s not ADHD, but what is it? Whatever it is, we’re all happy that you have it!”

Hannah has time to talk because she’s being led like a lamb to the slaughter. Her captors use my desk chair to imprison the purple bandana gang member. I got talking about the purple bandanas the Purple Bandana Gang wore because of Joy’s skirt and choice of camouflage and told you that they all had purple socks and sneakers, but I forgot to mention all are wearing pink t-shirts too. I like the choice of plain white rope to tie Hannah up; it contrasts her outfit very nicely. Hannah is a beast of strength thanks to those 250 daily pushups among other things.

When a girl’s a beast, you tie her arms behind her back at the wrists, forearms, and elbows before also tying them to the spindles of the chair. Only then do you tie a detailed harness and add a really tight waist and crotch rope. You tie her legs together at the ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. You run rope from her ankles to the crossbar under the chair, and you secure even her thighs to the seat of the chair. You do it because you love Hannah, because TUGs were used in an attempt to kill her; because she was assaulted by four different people as a teenager; you do it because it’s therapeutic and an escape for her and because she’s got BPD and loves being torqued up like this. Hannah is in her own kind of captive paradise, and she’s smiling so much.

Well, now that Hannah has been tied up by Sammy, Lauren, and Joyce, we can resume normalcy. I failed to mention that before, but it just made sense. Yeah, that table was a long time ago, so I am posting again so that you can see where we stand. Hannah’s gagged with Joyce’s 1.75 inch forest green ball gag with the chin strap, and she’s really chill with it all even as she evaluates a potential escape. I’m sure she’ll make the most of the moment, even if escape’s on the cards.

Sammy’s giggling like a kid in a candy store. She’s really connected with Hannah in a way that I can’t put into words. I think it’s because they both live in self-doubt while believing in God. It’s a tangible emotion to believe in God, doubt yourself so badly, and have a realistic outlook. They are growing to love each other, and the way Sammy pats Hannah on the head is beautiful. I know that Caleigh’s kicking around in the armoire, but Serafina sounds so happy down below me in the suitcase that all of us Monopoly players are using as a footrest because… because we can.

“Let’s change games!” Joy suggests, “Start from scratch everybody. Video games to cards; cards to Monopoly; Monopoly to video games!” her idea sounds fantastic to my ears.

“That’s a cool idea!” Liz wiggles her eyebrows, “I’m all for this! Let’s do it!”

So what’s a Gangsta Princess gonna do? Why Gangsta Princess absolutely loves cars; she puts a racing video game into the system. A little NASCAR anyone? I don’t even ask; I rush and do it before anyone figures out what I’m doing. It’s my best chance of surviving into future rounds, if I want to win the Gang War. Emilia only casually knows of racing, and Liz is clueless. Oh, I have this comfortable girl to cuddle now too. She’s got these Irish-8s on her ankles, the black tight latex straitjacket, Emilia’s black head harness with its 2 inch yellow ball gag, and the bright fuchsia bandana blindfold. I think she needs some yellow electrical tape below her knees; Emilia agrees and joyfully obliges my suggestion while Liz and I hold Nichole in place for it.

Name	Gang	Game
Joy	Purple	Card Game
Bridget	Navy	Card Game
Leah	Tiedye	Card Game
Emilia	Purple	Video Game
Liz	Navy	Video Game
Jenny	Tiedye	Video Game
Sammy	Navy	Monopoly
Lauren	Blue	Monopoly
Joyce	Tiedye	Monopoly
Hannah	Purple	Eliminated
Janie	Blue	Eliminated
Caleigh	Blue	Eliminated
Serafina	Navy	Eliminated
Nichole	Tiedye	Eliminated

“Lauren likes Jenny's hugs more than your’s,” Joyce teases Janie about yesterday.

“Nmmmmmmm!” Janie struggles a little more before Bridget hogties her from her ankles to her elbows, “Mmmmm mmmmmmmm!” for some reason, no one can interpret what she's saying.

“Jenny, I think Sera is having too much fun,” Lauren grins, “And Joyce's hugs are my favorite.”

That was a low blow from Lauren Michelle Patterson Krzyczynski! I looked at her and playfully wagged a finger (no, not that one!) of disapproval before turning to the impending wrecking of a rower girl. I’d played these games enough with Millie, more than anyone else, that I knew she’d have a chance from a gaming perspective. I just had to stay far enough ahead that she could dive through the dirt to cut a corner or something similarly mean. Ahhhhhh, time for an explanation.

I became the car girl when Daniel died. My name was legally changed from my original Jenny Kristine to Jenny Danielle in honor of my big brother, and I naturally filled the slot without any coaching. I became Dad’s helper and Mom’s helper, being both the daughter and son with a maintaining of my distinct femininity. I work on my own car, drive a stick, and love racing so much that I’m studying mechanical and aerospace engineering in hopes of being a race engineer.

“You are quite a horrible person today, sweet Henny,” Emilia deadpans to raucous laughter.
“What!” I look around to see Sammy, Lauren, and Joyce laughing, and I hear more of it.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Sera seems to agree as the suitcase is wiggling around under Lauren’s feet.
“Uggghhhhhhhhhh,” Janie does that disgusting thing, and I turn to Hannah.
“Ah -ove -ou- -Angtha Hintheth!” the Viking girl winks at me with happiness in her eyes.
“Really, Henny,” Millie says, “My experiment was a good idea; you made it a success. Gracias.”

I blush while turning Liz 180 degrees because the game made her start in front of me. Emilia is a genuinely good person who lives like a person with religious convictions because she believes such to be right but can't overcome those little bumps in her faith. I am so grateful for the friends I have here today and also the ones not here. Liz is now trying to tickle me, but I put Nichole in between us. Sorry, Sis, but it's your turn to protect me in my time of need.

Cards quickly claim a victim in the form of Leah Ralston. One Twin Terror down, one to go, but Leah’s captors, Joy and Bridget, are waiting to see what happens to Liz, who’s driving the wrong way to try to hit me not realizing that I turned DNF’s off to give her a fair chance. That's a lot of smoking race NASCARs all over the place. OHHHHH! Millie just plowed into the carnage. It's obvious now… Please, come along, Miss Ralston, so we can put the twins in identical positions.

“I was desperate to try something,” the Navy Bandana Gang member smiles at Millie and me.

A Navy Bandana Gangster and a Tiedye Bandana Gangster. To the bedrooms with them! Each is stood at the foot of the bunk bed; her shoes and socks are taken from her; her ankles are tied to the legs of the bed, and her wrists are tied to the footboard of the top bunk; for extra security, her elbows are secured to the post connecting the bunks, and her knees are tied to the spindles of the footboard. They get CGC orange 2 inch Chuck-It ball gags threaded with solid white bandanas. It is a beautiful site, and I run to snap pictures of both captive gangsters because I can! Fun!

“I’m coming to join you, sis!” the big Indian Princess Lauren teases Janie now, “I’m out!”

“Serves you right for saying Joyce’s hugs are better than mine!” No! I said it out loud once again, but I decide to go further, “Never mind that buried her sister a second time!”

And that's why Joyce and Sammy used Janie’s socks to gag Lauren on top of tying Lauren nearly the exact same way. Lauren got the ropes on her wrists, forearms, and elbows to torque her arms behind her back in delicious fashion. She got the harness and the waist and crotch rope. She got the ropes at her upper, middle, and lower thighs and her ankles, knees, and thighs. Many layers of blue 2 inch electrical tape sealed those yummy socks deep in her mouth too. Yummy! Just as Janie was blindfolded with a white bandana, so was Lauren. Lauren, however, had rope around her neck and thighs to ball tie her, and, for safety, another ran from her ankles to her wrists. One more round of group play left before we get to the final war of CGC bandana gang supremacy!

Name	Gang	Game
Emilia	Purple	Card Game
Jenny	Tiedye	Card Game
Sammy	Navy	Video Game
Joyce	Tiedye	Video Game
Joy	Purple	Monopoly
Bridget	Navy	Monopoly
Hannah	Purple	Eliminated
Liz	Navy	Eliminated
Lauren	Blue	Eliminated
Janie	Blue	Eliminated
Caleigh	Blue	Eliminated
Leah	Tiedye	Eliminated
Serafina	Navy	Eliminated
Nichole	Tiedye	Eliminated

Card games are so easy to lose when you're playing to win. Win or win? Do I play to get a spot in the final round, or do I play to get tied up? It's a win-win situation, but Joyce is currently on a warpath with Sammy. Sammy doesn't play video games at home. Ever. When her rapid defeat is in the books, that's when Sammy stands up. Remember, this is Sammy’s story too.

“I just want to thank every one of you for this week. You've made me feel safe and loved being so far away from the only people I have on earth, and you’ve called me a friend despite meeting me a week ago,” she smiles, “You taught me friendship that surpasses boundaries and mistakes, and you showed me your games. You taught me how to bind and gag, and how to be wrapped up in a loving embrace. Before Joyce ties me up, I just wanted you to know I thank you for giving me a second family,” her eyes are glowing now, “I’m happy to be a Cool Girl and to be part of so many beautiful friendships and to get a front row seat to seeing you help each other heal from the trauma of the past. I finally am finding healing from my own trauma thanks to you girls.”

“We love you too!” I jump into her arms and give her a hug and a kiss before bounding away.

As Millie says: Zippers! Bright orange zip ties are what Joyce uses on Sammy, our pale blonde Russian rower with the blue-green eyes. Seven thin zips go up Sammy’s arms to tie them behind her back, and five go up each leg segment. Into her mouth go both Liz and Leah's socks for tons of stuffing to fill her big mouth, and red electrical tape seals her mouth up really well. Long thin zips go above and below her boobs and at her waist, crushing her arms to her torso.

I’m thinking about what Sammy said though. Some would swell with pride, but we don't. We're happy to hear such words because she has correctly witnessed what the CGC is about. We're all here to love each other unconditionally, to forgive all offenses, and to support one another in bad times and good times alike. For Sammy to say I’ve helped her find healing makes me a little bit teary-eyed. I love my friends. Hannah, Joyce, Bridget, and Nichole especially have found healing in the CGC. That's us: those cool, bandana-loving girls who love like family. Family.

To my mixture of happiness and dismay, I came out victorious in the war against Millie. It was a good day for the Tiedye Bandana Gang even if Nichole lost the run-off and Leah got taken out as a victim of the card game with Bridget. I’ve done zippers on Millie enough times, but I see pairs of handcuffs with her name on them. Yeah, let’s lock up Millie just the way she likes it using her strange and often fun locking restraints and those wild handcuffs that were brought in our midst.

Emilia loves her padlocking sleeve armbinder that only wraps the forearms. I love Emilia. It’s a no-brainer to use that yellow leather sleeve on her, tighten the straps to be imprisoning, and put a padlock in place for her delight. Stuff her beloved yellow 2 inch ball gag in her mouth, even if I am not a personal fan of them, and padlock that in place too. A pair of handcuffs on her ankles is typical choice, but I decided to go for classic hinged handcuffs instead of the new ones. So much fun! Millie didn’t bring any other toys, so I’m using yellow electrical tape on her. I tape her legs above and below her knees, but I decided to leave her torso alone for a change. Instead, I grab a teal bandana from her bag to blindfold her (because she has to have teal for the sorority colors, of course). That’s a tightly bound and gagged Emilia Albuquerque, now isn’t it? Yeah!

“Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmmm!” Millie lets me just how she’s feeling about things.

“I’m so sorry, Emilia,” I can’t resist taunting her, “I think you said, ‘Oh, Henny, I love your hugs as much if not more than even my own sorority little’s hugs,’ didn’t you?” I then hug her tightly.

“Jenny, you really love stoking the flames of the fire too much,” Joyce cautions me, “Watch it, or you will have 6 hours of revenge TUGs waiting for you when this is all over.”

“One person’s hell is another person’s heaven,” I stoically quip while giving Millie a kiss.

Enter Bridget Sjaastad, Viking Rowing Queen and Navy Blue Bandana Gangster extraordinaire, a girl who knows all about tight. Few are as much genuine fun in TUGs as her, and I love it when that dominant side comes to play. She’s a girls who slightly prefers domination and is also good at it; look out when Bridget comes after you because she doesn’t need miles of rope to put you in a compromised position from which there is little to no hope of escaping.

Joy is tied with Bridget’s preferred clothesline. The modest skirt girl known as Gangsta Girl is in a boxtie with an invasive crotch rope under her skirt and a simple but well cinched harness. Both legs are folded up for a somewhat embarrassing frogtie that securely binds her with just one rope for each leg. I say embarrassing because her underwear can easily be seen, but that’s no big deal to a rower who plays crazy games with her roommate, teammate, and current fellow Navy Blue Bandana Gang member Serafina, where one is tied up and showered by the other. Naughty! In Joy’s mouth is one of the blue Chuck-It ball gags, accompanied by a navy bandana to hold it in place so Joy cannot spit it out. Oooohhh! Bridgie even wrapped Joy’s face in clear tape! If I lose and get taken out of the game, I hope it’s Bridgie who’s the one tying me and gagging me!

“Well, Jenny, it’s you, Bridget, and I,” Joyce’s grammar is impeccable, “Let’s play ‘Kidnapping TUG.’ Even better,” Joyce says while we turn to Bridget, “Let’s play ‘Kidnap Bridgie’!”

Name	Gang	Game
Jenny	Tiedye	Kidnapping
Joyce	Tiedye	Kidnapping
Bridget	Navy	Kidnapping
Joy	Purple	Eliminated
Sammy	Navy	Eliminated
Emilia	Purple	Eliminated
Hannah	Purple	Eliminated
Liz	Navy	Eliminated
Lauren	Blue	Eliminated
Janie	Blue	Eliminated
Caleigh	Blue	Eliminated
Leah	Tiedye	Eliminated
Serafina	Navy	Eliminated
Nichole	Tiedye	Eliminated

Two against one just isn’t fair. But, then again, isn’t that the point? If we just grab Bridget without remorse, we do the morally ambiguous thing and secure victory for the Tiedye Bandana Gang. Letting Joyce join the team was such a good idea, wasn’t it? We’re going to be self proclaimed winners in about 5 minutes because 2-on-1 always ends the same with Bridget on the 1 side. It’s just a fact of life; maybe Hannah or Janie could overcome the deficit. Not Bridgie.

Since Bridgie loves dirty sock gags so much, she gets a dirty sock gag. Since Bridget loves Sera so much, she gets taped like Sera, but Bridget gets duct tape. Here, Bridget, have a scrumptious, salty snack, courtesy my delicious toe cheese! Yummy, yummy, right? Yeah, I’m wrapping your face in white duct tape, and I’m wrapping it good and tight, too. Eight layers enough? I thought so. Joyce is taping Bridget’s crossed wrists behind her back. When we’re done with those tasks, I tape our captive’s ankles, knees, and lower thighs while Joyce tapes her arms to her torso above and below her boobs. Then Joyce pulls the most power move or power moves that I know.

King-sized sheets are fun. The Patterson sisters come from a family of snobs, with routine sheet changes on the master bed. The siblings would save the sheets from the trash and turn them into TUG material; of course the parents didn’t know this! Now, they have sheets to do what Joyce is about to do to Bridget to at least 4 people. They love their bed sheet mummifications, and that is what Joyce is planning. The sheet is unfolded, and Joyce is laid down parallel to one of the short ends at the end and in the middle. The excess above is folded over the head and chest; the excess below is folded over the legs. Roll ‘er up tight, and tape it shut at her neck, waist, and ankles! I am proud of the job we did, and I can tell Joyce is proud of it too. High five, yeah!

“Tiedye Bandana Gang rocks!” I jump up and down with excitement, “Victory!”
“Who said I’m sharing the victory?” Joyce’s green eyes are full of mischief.
“What?! Joyce, you wouldn’t take me down like that, would you?!” I stop bouncing in a flash.
“Sweet, cute, mischievous, energetic, bandana-obsessed, loving, sugary, adventurous, little, kind, playful, big-hearted, generous, bouncy, Tiedye Gangsta Princess rope bunny?” her words are full of sarcasm, love, playfulness, friendship, sisterhood, and a desire to not share our victory!
“I’m going to fight you for real this time!” I brace myself for a fight, “Bring it on, Joyce!”

My pride is at stake here. There are 12 girls bound and gagged, and I do not want to be unlucky number 13. I took down Joyce the other day, and I’ll do it again. Come here, you sneaky Italian gangster wannabe. Being smaller makes the challenge more fun for me. I’m a track star, and the win belongs to me. I come after Joyce and tackle her to the ground with polish and ease.

Let the true game begin. Joyce has a pair of those Irish-8 handcuffs in her hands, and she is just as determined to use them on me as I am on her. I can’t wait to clasp those buggers shut around your wrists, Joyce. Darn it! I said it out loud! Why does this happen in moments where I’m so excited like I am right now. That’s right, you weak little thing. Get under me. Get your arms in a submissive position; put my knee in your back; take those handcuffs in my hands. Yes! Yes!

“That’ll hold you in place,” Joyce says as the rigid handcuffs click around my wrists.

“How did you do it?!” I am flabbergasted and sweating after that seemingly unending brawl.

“I don’t betray my tricks,” she peers through her glasses and puts a pair of hinged handcuffs on my elbows, “If I did that, then I’d lose the advantages I developed to make up for my weakness.”

“Well, that is very true,” I groan while she puts the last pair of Irish-8s on my ankles!

“How about a snack?” Joyce fills my mouth with her socks, “Nice and tasty, right?” she tightly cleave gags me with a crayon green bandana, and it is tight, “Keep you quiet.”

“Gmmmmmm!” her socks taste horrible, and I’m helpless against what she has planned.

Oh, sure, use coated speaker wire on the sweet, cute, mischievous, energetic, bandana-obsessed, loving, sugary, adventurous, little, kind, playful, big-hearted, generous, bouncy, Tiedye Gangsta Princess rope bunny! Suuurrrrrrrreeeeee, Joyce! She’s tying it all over my body! As if my arms weren’t in enough trouble, she uses a strip of the wire on my forearms just below the elbows. An army of wire strands bind my legs at the shins, at my knees, and at my lower and upper thighs; a wire chest harness and a waist-and-crotch wire follow too. She’s taking no chances with me! If she ever finishes with me, maybe more fun will follow because she wrapped my face in 7 layers of clear tape on top of my pre-existing gag!

I look around me. The suitcase with the electrical-taped, sock gagged with Hannah’s socks, and muzzled Sera. Millie with her locking restraints and gag and her teal blindfold. Sammy with an army of zip ties and both Liz and Leah’s socks in her mouth. Hannah with the mountains of rope and Joyce’s forest green ball gag. Liz and Leah tied to the beds with the homemade ball gags. A black latex straitjacket around Nichole, Irish-8 cuffs on her ankles, and Millie’s head harness ball gag and the electrical tape on her legs too. Caleigh handcuffed, roped, and locked in an armoire. Janie and Lauren in their identical blue rope binds with Joy’s socks in Janie’s mouth and Janie’s in Lauren’s mouth. Joy in the frogtie-boxtie with a homemade ball gag and clear tape around her head. Bridget taped, gagged with my socks, and mummified in a king-sized bed sheet. Now I’m cuffed with Joyce’s socks in my mouth under both a cleave gag and layers of clear tape.

“Mmmmmmmm!” I enjoy the taste of my captor’s socks while she stands me up.

“This should let you enjoy the triumph of your love,” Joyce says with a smile while tying a wire from my harness to the “plant hooked” I installed in the kitchen here a year ago exclusively for TUG purposes; it’s tightly drilled into a rafter; it’s not coming down from this kind of play; I look into Joyce’s eyes, “Emilia said it best. You saw Sammy and saw a soul in need of a friend, and you not only earned her friendship but you showed her the true humanity of the CGC and in just 7 days earned a lot of us a new friend. You caused non-stop chaos that we’ll never forget for years to come, and you perfectly demonstrated why everyone loves you so much. Most of all, it was you who embraced Emilia’s idea for this experiment and made it into something beautiful.”

I blush and look around the room. Few can make the eye contact necessary to approve of such a bold statement, but I see nodding heads and hear grunts of agreement. I’m not special, just a girl doing her best to shine the light of joy that Jesus puts in her heart. People act like I bring more to the CGC, but I’m no more or less important than anyone else here. We’re Cool Girls, a family in which forgiveness and love are unconditionally and freely given. I hop in place to protest what’s been said, but Joyce is too busy taking pictures and photographs because everyone, not just those in the apartment here, wants to forever cherish this day. Word will get to our friends in Mudville and in Madison, and they will share in the laughter and hugs that marked this day.

“Sammy, I know it happened already, but I want to include you too. Liz, Leah, you’ve more than made the marks. If President Emilia approves, then with Jenny and myself as sponsors, I would like to welcome you two into our wild family of bandana-wearing, TUG-loving girls. Would you two like to be Cool Girls’ forever? Do you promise to perpetually love all Cool Girls no matter what offense any of us may cause you or those who are closest to you personally? To forgive all things without strings attached? To join a sisterhood where so many of us found a new life and healing in the face of unthinkable tragedies? Jenny?”

I nod in hearty agreement despite my gag, and I realize that Sammy has proven herself such that Joyce is asking Sammy if she will join me, not Joyce, as the Twin’s sponsor into the CGC. There is a sparkle in those blue-green eyes, and she manages to stand up and nod in agreement. This is a special moment. It’s proper that Joyce unties the twins, brings Caleigh out of the armoire, and unites us as a family. The Ralston girls unknot the bandanas that gag them. Their green eyes are full of happiness—love and friendship as best expressed in the gag of TUGs.

The Mood Ring Experiment was a success. I tried to make sure that everyone I asked about the experiment was doing well, and I learned to pay even more attention to friends’ emotions. I had always paid attention, but putting the mood ring with the face somehow made it all obvious, so I could help Hannah, be a friend to Sammy, and embrace people in a hug as necessary. This really had been a resounding success! I can’t take credit for this, but I can sure say I helped Sammy to discover the fun of TUGs. I didn’t talk enough about Sammy today.

I changed her life. I really did. She came here scared and somewhat desolate. Instead, in just a week she’s discovered TUGs and found such genuine joy in them that even her strict Orthodox Russian mother approved of her participation of the games, made many new friends, and even in a moment of showing just how much she learned from me even got two more girls to join us in a series of wild adventures of friendships. She embraced the Mood Ring Experiment, TUGs, and a new way of life. In short, she quickly adapted to become a model Cool Girl we all now love.

“Joyce,” Liz speaks for both of them, “Yes, we do want to be Cool Girls. Why wouldn’t we?!”

“Welcome to the family!”

“MMMMMMMMM!” I’m practically crying, but Joyce’s socks taste terrible, “HLUGH!”

And we all burst out into laughter having learned so much in the adventure we entitled…

Sammy and the Mood Rings

THE END

Sorry for being a way for a bit. I love the card games. It is so much fun watching as they get eliminated and tied up as they lose!!

hafnermg wrote: 2 months ago Sorry for being a way for a bit. I love the card games. It is so much fun watching as they get eliminated and tied up as they lose!!

For once, I contained the chaos and made it flow as opposed to my old, lousier style of writing that basically went: "They play a game; everyone gets tied up." There's a sense of slow elimination here.