Janie & Eva: Seated Abandonment (M/FF)
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Janie & Eva: Seated Abandonment
Saturday, October 17, 2020
When you have a sister-in-law like Caleigh Rondell, you can leave your now-weaned infant with her while you and your husband go to work. You can rest easy that your child is safe and that the noises of a woodshop won’t disturb his sleep. You can take a day and actually focus on work for a change without having to worry about complications. You can even enjoy some TUGs.
“Gmmmmmmmm!” I groaned into the bright green 2 inch ball gag, part of a head harness that all of the Rondell siblings dubbed King Green because it’s the only harness they have.
“What the hell happened to you while I was taking a sh-t?” Eva sardonically taunted me.
“Oor thoohid hother!” I placed blame where it belonged: Ken, my husband and her big brother.
“Oh, Kenny kidnapped you, did he? Well, isn’t he a malicious a-sh-le?” she laughed at me.
“He’s a what?” Ken asked with a laugh, and came up behind Eva and hand gagged her.
“GMMMMMM!” my strong sister-in-law was as helpless against Ken as I was.
Of course, this was just the beginning. Eva didn’t know the things that Ken had said to me while he was kidnapping me for this TUG. I say kidnap in a good way because this was the good kind of kidnapping, a “Ha-Ha! I know you like being surprised with TUGs!” kind of kidnapping, not a real kidnapping. We permitted these kinds of things around the woodshop, and when Eva came to volunteer as a helper TUGs occurred more often than they didn’t happen.
Zipties were Ken’s choice of weapon today, and he proceeded to tie Eva just like he’d tied me. It will be detailed soon along with our outfits, but at the moment it suffices to say he did that. Why zipties? Permanence. He had plans for us two—the Seated Abandonment suggested by the title. You need a blade to escape zipties; rope can be untied. If you’re zipped, you’re stuck until a blade cuts the zipties, no matter who wields said blade. Zipties are a great way to keep the two of us trapped for as long as he desires… even if he’s not here with us. Get it now?
“Kenneth James Rondell! You twisted giant freak!” Eva snapped, “I’ll zip your f-cking neck!”
“I’d like to see you try,” my big, strapping husband effortlessly dominated his baby sister.
“You won’t get away with this,” the military tough girl resisted him, “Just you wait!”
“All talk, no action,” he taunted her helplessness by taking her hearing aids from her, too.
“Just because I can’t hear you doesn’t mean I can’t tell you what a little b-tch you are!”
“I’d like to hear you say that after I’ve stuffed Janie’s socks in your mouth,” he kept crowing.
Eva was a tough cookie, too, and looked it with her khaki camouflage patterned bandana that she wore as a headband to hold her hair back on top of the high four-strand braid she had. Since I’ve never defined it in a story, when I say “braid” and don’t specify, I mean a three-strand braid. A four-strand happened to be both my and Eva’s favorite, but three strands are faster and easier.
The blonde-haired blue-eyed girl was a princess in earthen tones. She was a stereotypical snotty princess in her outward behaviors and demands, but inside was a very different girl. Just look at how she talks about her brother behind his back. “Oh, Kenny kidnapped you, did he?” swells of her love for her older brother, and Eva was truly the anchor of the four Rondell siblings. With an eye for crafts, though, she wore almost exclusively homemade dresses and skirts, with few of her ensemble pieces being store bought. It was a talent she lovingly used for her siblings and used to earn a little money on the side. You could call it her cottage-core ascetic, 1950s spirit, and 2020s independent attitude. In short, she was feminine but not afraid of getting dirty, gleefully learning to do her own oil changes from my friends who had more mechanical knowledge than she had.
“Gmmmmmm!” she groaned when both of my yellow crew socks filled her mouth.
“Do you feel so tough now?” my husband taunted her so well even while wrapping her head with bright neon orange duct tape six times to squish her face and silence her, “I don’t think so.”
“MMMMMM!” she shook the chair so hard the chair rocked back and landed with a crash.
“Don’t break this one too! I doubt you will since I made it with you in mind!”
“Gmmm mmmmMMMMMM!” she snarled unintelligibly but with a fierce fire in her heart.
“Ahhh ha haaaa!” I enjoyed the show despite my own bondage, drooling all over myself though.
“Don’t worry, my beloved,” Ken looked at me, “You’ll get Evangeline’s socks soon!”
Eva stopped her assault and sat there with an angry gaze on her face. The blue eye fireballs were an intimidating sight, especially with how she took strong deep breaths and kept her shoulders as high as she could keep them while watching Ken take off her socks and secure her legs in twelve different spots and manners so that her ziptie bondage matched my own. Now is a good time for me to turn my attention to some quick outfit overviews. Keep in mind the sock weaponization.
Before the loss of my yellow socks, I had black jeans, black canvas sneakers, a yellow-and-black plaid button-down long-sleeve flannel shirt, a yellow kerchief bandana, and a pair of yellow and black scrunchies to hold the aforementioned braid. Eva, besides her khaki camouflage bandana, had one of her homemade khaki ankle skirts with rose flowers, baby pink knee socks, and a baby pink knit sweater since it was autumn in Minnesota, after all! We were two cuties!
“Ugh!” I drooled one last time while Ken unbuckled the ball gag, “Bluh! KENNNNNNNN!”
“Famous last words, Janie!” he cackled before jamming both of Eva’s knee socks into my mouth.
“GMMMMMMM!” I wailed while the orange duct tape wrapped my head six times like Eva.
“MM MMMMMM!” Eva again slammed the chair, but this chair was tougher than her.
“All right, ladies. I’m going to make deliveries. I’ll see you in an hour or so,” he laughed at us.
“HUH?!” Eva turned to react, but the door was shut, leaving us in the carpeted office.
“GM MMMMMMMM!” I struggled in my bondage; this was dangerous with these gags!
Now, I know my sister and I, when we were young and quite stupid, were good for abandoning each other with stuffed gags in situations a lot more severe than this, without considering the risk of choking, but that was because we didn’t know such existed. Eva and I were going to be stuck like this while he spent an hour delivering and placing furniture for customers! I guess that’s not really anything compared to the time my sister stuffed me in a suitcase with a stuffed gag so she and her friends could have the swimming pool to themselves all afternoon, but my brother stayed with me the entire time and also helped me to get revenge on my sister; I was just as bad!
Eva, I married your big brother because I was madly in love with him. Thinking about it over 7 years later, I love him more now than then. Eva, you’re one of my best friends, and you are, in my opinion, the best roleplayer in TUGs that I know. Holy cow, Eva, the daggers shooting out of your eyes are terrifying as all get out. I was glad it was feigned anger, but if a real kidnapper had done it to you he likely would have released you from fear of what would happen if you escaped on your own. Were my socks… yummy… by any chance?
“GMMMMM!” Eva thrashed some more, but it was useless and merely done to remind herself.
“Ah uh oo,” I said to my sister-in-law and complimented her, “Oo ah ho hoot!”
What a pathetic attempt to say “I love you; you are so cute!” No wonder she shot those daggers at me before bursting into laughter. Try as she might, she couldn’t pretend to be angry at me at the moment because we liked the situation too much. Abandonment was something that always checked the boxes for me when I was in a situation I couldn’t escape alone. Her laughter led to my own laughter, and we almost simultaneously went “BLUGH!” from being gagged with each other’s socks. Those gags did not taste good at all, but I’m sure my socks were worse than hers.
Now, I will describe the bondage which Ken had prepared for us with blue zipties. We both had been forced to sit on chairs. Five zips lined our arms to bind them behind our backs. There were two zips holding our arms to the spindles of the back of the chair on top of the arm bonds. A big long ziptie above our boobs, one below our boobs, and one at our waist crushes our arms against our torsos and to the chair back. Our thighs were zipped together five times and then to the seat two times. Our ankles were zipped to the legs of the chair. There was no escaping this no matter how hard we tried. With the opposite girl’s socks under six layers of bright orange duct tape, we had no chance of escape or of calling for help. That and abandonment meant true excitement. A full hour here by ourselves like this without anyone else in the building. What a thrill!
“Gmmmm!” I shuffled my chair around on the carpet as if hoping to somehow loosen something.
“GM MM MM MMMMMMM!” my sister-in-law snarled and snapped while struggling.
“UGGGGGGHHHH!” I uselessly squeezed my arms against the zipties and threw my head back.
“Grrrrrrrrr!” Eva had the cutest angry growl you’ve ever heard in your life.
“Hmmmmmmmm!” my continued yelling and struggling was making me quite warm.
It was 55 degrees outside, and I was sweating inside despite Ken turning off the heat. Sorry for leading you to believe I was getting aroused. I wouldn’t publish this story in the PG-17 TUGs if I were going that direction. Maybe a little, but with no crotch stimuli all that would happen to me in that context was an increasing desire to be with Ken. That, however, fades, and here it’s a simpler desire for cuddling and kissing. There are different kinds of feelings I get in TUGs. To give an example, Eva was sweating bullets and shining like the moon because she’s a paleface. I must poke Eva for all the times she’s lovingly called me a “squaw” for being Native American.
Perhaps the most ominous sound of all was the click on the wall. It clicked once for each second that passed. It clicked 60 times per minute and 3600 times per hour. If Ken’s statement held any truth, we would hear around 3600 clicks, but I knew Ken too well. It might click 2400 times, or it might click 4200 times. He never took as long as he expected, though. The mystery that added to things merely added another layer to consume our minds. How long would we be kept like this? Would he even release us when he returned? How long would he be gone?
I sighed and looked around the increasingly dark room. That meant that it was about to rain, and that was going to make things dark and chilly. Poor Ken. I hoped he wasn’t getting wet because I didn’t want him to get sick. He wasn’t whiny like his baby brother, but it still meant that there would need to be a team effort to fill his duties while he was down.
Eva and I looked at each other and shook our heads. We were right where Ken wanted us: bored out of our gourds. That was a fulfilling feeling though because we couldn’t stop it. While I was amused by this, I could see that Eva was sinking into the role. She was slowly becoming the kidnapped heroine, a captured Gangsta Bloom, a damsel-in-distress, an unwilling victim of some stranger’s twisted, wicked desires, whether for her as a bargaining piece or for her body.
“Gmmm mmmmmmmm!” Eva howled into my socks and again squirmed to rock the chair.
“Mmmmmm!” I squirmed in my own chair ziptie bondage and shook my head to whip my braid.
“MMMMMMMM!” my sister-in-law struggled mightily, but my husband's work held strong.
“Ugggggghhhhhhhh!” my despair was mostly me feeding off Eva’s energy.
“Gmm mmm mmmmm!” the blonde girl jerked around, fully immersed in her own imagination.
“Grrrrrr! Hennnnnnnnnn!” I howled Ken's name and rocked my chair with great force.
Abandonment has a distinct allure to it because of the helplessness and the inability to escape. I am trapped here alongside Eva until someone frees us. Yes, I supposed the building could torch or blow away, but I’d just reach over and find the scissors on the desk at the first sign of danger. What's that? Yeah, they're not close, and that's why I don't recommend this. The threat of wind justifies not going to sleep during bad weather, but we sleep anyway. Do you follow my point? Have fun. Don't do anything stupid; stuffed gags are stupid; abandonment is just risky.
A pair of dirty socks in your mouth supersedes all other gags. It silences you; it dominates your taste buds; it provides texture; it humiliates you because of where it came from; it spreads your jaw wide open but fills the void; it shrinks with time, varying by the blend. The tape glues your mouth shut, forcing you to suffer and endure; when tight, the tape even squishes your face for a dramatic visual effect. These things psychologically control you.
Zipties are just plastic straps with a one-way zipper valve. One can cut you and be snapped; five pin you comfortably with slight pinching points that fade, especially when there's sturdy fabric in between you and them. They can't be untied, so they have a different psychological edge to them compared to many restraints. In numbers like this, you end up fused to yourself and to the chair.
I took a deep breath while rain battered the roof above us. It was almost black in here now, but I wasn't afraid. Eva was lost in her fantasy, loudly howling and struggling. The clock continued ticking without ceasing; I had just changed the battery days before and knew it wouldn't stop. It was a very pleasant experience, really, although I’d have felt safer with a ball gag. But, when it's a situation like this… I get bored. I had nothing to encourage struggle, and I don't get lost in my own head like Eva can. It's just how I am, but I can enjoy Eva’s excitement.
“Gmph mm mmmph!” Eva squirmed and rocked the chair about some more. “Guhhuh mmmm!” She never gave up hope despite the impossible odds and played into that slim hope, whereas I knew it was useless and saw no reason to waste my energy. We saw the same 0.1% chance and responded differently to it. “Gmmm hmmm!” She continued her efforts with desperate squirms and energetic shuffles. She wanted to earn her freedom. “Hmmmmmph!”
“Well, girls, I had to hide between bursts of rain, but I’m back!” Ken entered the room.
“HENNY! Mmm eeee mmm uhhh mmmm!” Eva instantly bossed her brother.
“Mmmmmm,” I calmly snapped my fingers five times, the sign for unconditional release.
“All right, ladies, Janie first,” he laughed at the rapid attention and deferred to me, his wife.
A wonderful ending to a wonderful game.
THE END
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Saturday, October 17, 2020
When you have a sister-in-law like Caleigh Rondell, you can leave your now-weaned infant with her while you and your husband go to work. You can rest easy that your child is safe and that the noises of a woodshop won’t disturb his sleep. You can take a day and actually focus on work for a change without having to worry about complications. You can even enjoy some TUGs.
“Gmmmmmmmm!” I groaned into the bright green 2 inch ball gag, part of a head harness that all of the Rondell siblings dubbed King Green because it’s the only harness they have.
“What the hell happened to you while I was taking a sh-t?” Eva sardonically taunted me.
“Oor thoohid hother!” I placed blame where it belonged: Ken, my husband and her big brother.
“Oh, Kenny kidnapped you, did he? Well, isn’t he a malicious a-sh-le?” she laughed at me.
“He’s a what?” Ken asked with a laugh, and came up behind Eva and hand gagged her.
“GMMMMMM!” my strong sister-in-law was as helpless against Ken as I was.
Of course, this was just the beginning. Eva didn’t know the things that Ken had said to me while he was kidnapping me for this TUG. I say kidnap in a good way because this was the good kind of kidnapping, a “Ha-Ha! I know you like being surprised with TUGs!” kind of kidnapping, not a real kidnapping. We permitted these kinds of things around the woodshop, and when Eva came to volunteer as a helper TUGs occurred more often than they didn’t happen.
Zipties were Ken’s choice of weapon today, and he proceeded to tie Eva just like he’d tied me. It will be detailed soon along with our outfits, but at the moment it suffices to say he did that. Why zipties? Permanence. He had plans for us two—the Seated Abandonment suggested by the title. You need a blade to escape zipties; rope can be untied. If you’re zipped, you’re stuck until a blade cuts the zipties, no matter who wields said blade. Zipties are a great way to keep the two of us trapped for as long as he desires… even if he’s not here with us. Get it now?
“Kenneth James Rondell! You twisted giant freak!” Eva snapped, “I’ll zip your f-cking neck!”
“I’d like to see you try,” my big, strapping husband effortlessly dominated his baby sister.
“You won’t get away with this,” the military tough girl resisted him, “Just you wait!”
“All talk, no action,” he taunted her helplessness by taking her hearing aids from her, too.
“Just because I can’t hear you doesn’t mean I can’t tell you what a little b-tch you are!”
“I’d like to hear you say that after I’ve stuffed Janie’s socks in your mouth,” he kept crowing.
Eva was a tough cookie, too, and looked it with her khaki camouflage patterned bandana that she wore as a headband to hold her hair back on top of the high four-strand braid she had. Since I’ve never defined it in a story, when I say “braid” and don’t specify, I mean a three-strand braid. A four-strand happened to be both my and Eva’s favorite, but three strands are faster and easier.
The blonde-haired blue-eyed girl was a princess in earthen tones. She was a stereotypical snotty princess in her outward behaviors and demands, but inside was a very different girl. Just look at how she talks about her brother behind his back. “Oh, Kenny kidnapped you, did he?” swells of her love for her older brother, and Eva was truly the anchor of the four Rondell siblings. With an eye for crafts, though, she wore almost exclusively homemade dresses and skirts, with few of her ensemble pieces being store bought. It was a talent she lovingly used for her siblings and used to earn a little money on the side. You could call it her cottage-core ascetic, 1950s spirit, and 2020s independent attitude. In short, she was feminine but not afraid of getting dirty, gleefully learning to do her own oil changes from my friends who had more mechanical knowledge than she had.
“Gmmmmmm!” she groaned when both of my yellow crew socks filled her mouth.
“Do you feel so tough now?” my husband taunted her so well even while wrapping her head with bright neon orange duct tape six times to squish her face and silence her, “I don’t think so.”
“MMMMMM!” she shook the chair so hard the chair rocked back and landed with a crash.
“Don’t break this one too! I doubt you will since I made it with you in mind!”
“Gmmm mmmmMMMMMM!” she snarled unintelligibly but with a fierce fire in her heart.
“Ahhh ha haaaa!” I enjoyed the show despite my own bondage, drooling all over myself though.
“Don’t worry, my beloved,” Ken looked at me, “You’ll get Evangeline’s socks soon!”
Eva stopped her assault and sat there with an angry gaze on her face. The blue eye fireballs were an intimidating sight, especially with how she took strong deep breaths and kept her shoulders as high as she could keep them while watching Ken take off her socks and secure her legs in twelve different spots and manners so that her ziptie bondage matched my own. Now is a good time for me to turn my attention to some quick outfit overviews. Keep in mind the sock weaponization.
Before the loss of my yellow socks, I had black jeans, black canvas sneakers, a yellow-and-black plaid button-down long-sleeve flannel shirt, a yellow kerchief bandana, and a pair of yellow and black scrunchies to hold the aforementioned braid. Eva, besides her khaki camouflage bandana, had one of her homemade khaki ankle skirts with rose flowers, baby pink knee socks, and a baby pink knit sweater since it was autumn in Minnesota, after all! We were two cuties!
“Ugh!” I drooled one last time while Ken unbuckled the ball gag, “Bluh! KENNNNNNNN!”
“Famous last words, Janie!” he cackled before jamming both of Eva’s knee socks into my mouth.
“GMMMMMMM!” I wailed while the orange duct tape wrapped my head six times like Eva.
“MM MMMMMM!” Eva again slammed the chair, but this chair was tougher than her.
“All right, ladies. I’m going to make deliveries. I’ll see you in an hour or so,” he laughed at us.
“HUH?!” Eva turned to react, but the door was shut, leaving us in the carpeted office.
“GM MMMMMMMM!” I struggled in my bondage; this was dangerous with these gags!
Now, I know my sister and I, when we were young and quite stupid, were good for abandoning each other with stuffed gags in situations a lot more severe than this, without considering the risk of choking, but that was because we didn’t know such existed. Eva and I were going to be stuck like this while he spent an hour delivering and placing furniture for customers! I guess that’s not really anything compared to the time my sister stuffed me in a suitcase with a stuffed gag so she and her friends could have the swimming pool to themselves all afternoon, but my brother stayed with me the entire time and also helped me to get revenge on my sister; I was just as bad!
Eva, I married your big brother because I was madly in love with him. Thinking about it over 7 years later, I love him more now than then. Eva, you’re one of my best friends, and you are, in my opinion, the best roleplayer in TUGs that I know. Holy cow, Eva, the daggers shooting out of your eyes are terrifying as all get out. I was glad it was feigned anger, but if a real kidnapper had done it to you he likely would have released you from fear of what would happen if you escaped on your own. Were my socks… yummy… by any chance?
“GMMMMM!” Eva thrashed some more, but it was useless and merely done to remind herself.
“Ah uh oo,” I said to my sister-in-law and complimented her, “Oo ah ho hoot!”
What a pathetic attempt to say “I love you; you are so cute!” No wonder she shot those daggers at me before bursting into laughter. Try as she might, she couldn’t pretend to be angry at me at the moment because we liked the situation too much. Abandonment was something that always checked the boxes for me when I was in a situation I couldn’t escape alone. Her laughter led to my own laughter, and we almost simultaneously went “BLUGH!” from being gagged with each other’s socks. Those gags did not taste good at all, but I’m sure my socks were worse than hers.
Now, I will describe the bondage which Ken had prepared for us with blue zipties. We both had been forced to sit on chairs. Five zips lined our arms to bind them behind our backs. There were two zips holding our arms to the spindles of the back of the chair on top of the arm bonds. A big long ziptie above our boobs, one below our boobs, and one at our waist crushes our arms against our torsos and to the chair back. Our thighs were zipped together five times and then to the seat two times. Our ankles were zipped to the legs of the chair. There was no escaping this no matter how hard we tried. With the opposite girl’s socks under six layers of bright orange duct tape, we had no chance of escape or of calling for help. That and abandonment meant true excitement. A full hour here by ourselves like this without anyone else in the building. What a thrill!
“Gmmmm!” I shuffled my chair around on the carpet as if hoping to somehow loosen something.
“GM MM MM MMMMMMM!” my sister-in-law snarled and snapped while struggling.
“UGGGGGGHHHH!” I uselessly squeezed my arms against the zipties and threw my head back.
“Grrrrrrrrr!” Eva had the cutest angry growl you’ve ever heard in your life.
“Hmmmmmmmm!” my continued yelling and struggling was making me quite warm.
It was 55 degrees outside, and I was sweating inside despite Ken turning off the heat. Sorry for leading you to believe I was getting aroused. I wouldn’t publish this story in the PG-17 TUGs if I were going that direction. Maybe a little, but with no crotch stimuli all that would happen to me in that context was an increasing desire to be with Ken. That, however, fades, and here it’s a simpler desire for cuddling and kissing. There are different kinds of feelings I get in TUGs. To give an example, Eva was sweating bullets and shining like the moon because she’s a paleface. I must poke Eva for all the times she’s lovingly called me a “squaw” for being Native American.
Perhaps the most ominous sound of all was the click on the wall. It clicked once for each second that passed. It clicked 60 times per minute and 3600 times per hour. If Ken’s statement held any truth, we would hear around 3600 clicks, but I knew Ken too well. It might click 2400 times, or it might click 4200 times. He never took as long as he expected, though. The mystery that added to things merely added another layer to consume our minds. How long would we be kept like this? Would he even release us when he returned? How long would he be gone?
I sighed and looked around the increasingly dark room. That meant that it was about to rain, and that was going to make things dark and chilly. Poor Ken. I hoped he wasn’t getting wet because I didn’t want him to get sick. He wasn’t whiny like his baby brother, but it still meant that there would need to be a team effort to fill his duties while he was down.
Eva and I looked at each other and shook our heads. We were right where Ken wanted us: bored out of our gourds. That was a fulfilling feeling though because we couldn’t stop it. While I was amused by this, I could see that Eva was sinking into the role. She was slowly becoming the kidnapped heroine, a captured Gangsta Bloom, a damsel-in-distress, an unwilling victim of some stranger’s twisted, wicked desires, whether for her as a bargaining piece or for her body.
“Gmmm mmmmmmmm!” Eva howled into my socks and again squirmed to rock the chair.
“Mmmmmm!” I squirmed in my own chair ziptie bondage and shook my head to whip my braid.
“MMMMMMMM!” my sister-in-law struggled mightily, but my husband's work held strong.
“Ugggggghhhhhhhh!” my despair was mostly me feeding off Eva’s energy.
“Gmm mmm mmmmm!” the blonde girl jerked around, fully immersed in her own imagination.
“Grrrrrr! Hennnnnnnnnn!” I howled Ken's name and rocked my chair with great force.
Abandonment has a distinct allure to it because of the helplessness and the inability to escape. I am trapped here alongside Eva until someone frees us. Yes, I supposed the building could torch or blow away, but I’d just reach over and find the scissors on the desk at the first sign of danger. What's that? Yeah, they're not close, and that's why I don't recommend this. The threat of wind justifies not going to sleep during bad weather, but we sleep anyway. Do you follow my point? Have fun. Don't do anything stupid; stuffed gags are stupid; abandonment is just risky.
A pair of dirty socks in your mouth supersedes all other gags. It silences you; it dominates your taste buds; it provides texture; it humiliates you because of where it came from; it spreads your jaw wide open but fills the void; it shrinks with time, varying by the blend. The tape glues your mouth shut, forcing you to suffer and endure; when tight, the tape even squishes your face for a dramatic visual effect. These things psychologically control you.
Zipties are just plastic straps with a one-way zipper valve. One can cut you and be snapped; five pin you comfortably with slight pinching points that fade, especially when there's sturdy fabric in between you and them. They can't be untied, so they have a different psychological edge to them compared to many restraints. In numbers like this, you end up fused to yourself and to the chair.
I took a deep breath while rain battered the roof above us. It was almost black in here now, but I wasn't afraid. Eva was lost in her fantasy, loudly howling and struggling. The clock continued ticking without ceasing; I had just changed the battery days before and knew it wouldn't stop. It was a very pleasant experience, really, although I’d have felt safer with a ball gag. But, when it's a situation like this… I get bored. I had nothing to encourage struggle, and I don't get lost in my own head like Eva can. It's just how I am, but I can enjoy Eva’s excitement.
“Gmph mm mmmph!” Eva squirmed and rocked the chair about some more. “Guhhuh mmmm!” She never gave up hope despite the impossible odds and played into that slim hope, whereas I knew it was useless and saw no reason to waste my energy. We saw the same 0.1% chance and responded differently to it. “Gmmm hmmm!” She continued her efforts with desperate squirms and energetic shuffles. She wanted to earn her freedom. “Hmmmmmph!”
“Well, girls, I had to hide between bursts of rain, but I’m back!” Ken entered the room.
“HENNY! Mmm eeee mmm uhhh mmmm!” Eva instantly bossed her brother.
“Mmmmmm,” I calmly snapped my fingers five times, the sign for unconditional release.
“All right, ladies, Janie first,” he laughed at the rapid attention and deferred to me, his wife.
A wonderful ending to a wonderful game.
THE END
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