The Girl Scout (F/F)
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Cool Girls' Club College Chronicles
The Girl Scout (F/4F & F/F)
I hugged Daddy and kissed him on the cheek and did the same to Mom. I didn't care that Daddy was 69 years old while I was 18. He was my father, and I loved him more than I can verbalize. I didn't care if people made fun of me, if they were so inclined to do so. I kept my head held high, knowing that was a precious jewel to my parents even if I have a niece and a nephew older than I am. My new roommates were here in the dorm because it was move-in day of my freshman year of college. I can still remember the smell of his cologne and her perfume. The memories!
Daddy remarried after his first wife, from whom he was estranged, passed away. To his surprise, he and his new wife had a child, and they named her Joyce Pauline. She was an unexpected joy, but they joyfully accepted the challenge, too. Maybe he was old, but what mattered was that his love for me was genuine. I wouldn't trade them for anything! In fact, I got the best hugs among me and my roommates when our parents left, and I could see a little jealousy on one girl's face.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
"What do you like to do for fun with your sister?" I heard my two roommates quietly talking.
"Well…," I heard the one, Joy, respond, "Go check out the Tau Iota Epsilon sorority. If you have seen that on the organization page, then you have an idea because that's my big sister's club!"
"Isn't that the one that's really like a bondage club or something?" the other, Bridget, responded.
"Heh, yeah, it is," Joy sounded embarrassed, but I was gleefully rubbing my hands together.
Oh, yes! My roommate plays TUGs, too! Thank you, Lord! I thought to myself.
"Are you ashamed of her?" Bridget asked in a kindly, nonjudgmental tone, "I wouldn't be."
"Of course not. You see, she got the bondage games from me and my friends, and I intend to be a pledge this semester, if they'll have me. Only I like to call them Tie-Up Games, instead, since they can be played in a kid-friendly way without all the gross adult stuff in them," Joy answered.
"I have news for you," I could hear the joy in Bridget's voice, "I've played TUGs since I was 8."
Yes! I further thought, We're going to have so much fun with TUGs this year!
I had actually already made plans to join Tau Iota Epsilon (TIE) myself, but that solidified things for me. If my roommate was joining, I was definitely joining. I was not a weirdo after all! All these years, since I was 13 or so, I'd been playing TUGs with a handful of my fellow scouts in my troop, girls who loved the scout culture through-and-through and who, like me, brought a boy scout style of rambunctious play and skills into a girl scout troop without commingling. We were a bold group of girls, and I was ready to see how my games compared to my roommate's.
I sent a message to my scout TUG group, with the excited words: OMG! My roommates both play TUGs too! I'm not going to get rusty like we thought! Glad I brought all my TUG toys up here to Minnesota. I love you and miss you, but at least I won't get out of practice!
Look for an update from me. I'll let you know if I make new TUG buddies or find myself looking for new roommates. After all, what better way to "practice knots" than by tying up one another?
"Oh, dang, my phone is ringing," Bridget said suddenly, "It's my aunt. I'll probably be a while."
"All right," Joy responded—I was sure with a smile—"I'm going nowhere."
"You'll be going somewhere really soon," I muttered to myself, taking out my scout knapsack.
"Be back in an hour," I heard Bridget say, and soon I heard Joy singing to herself, but then...
"Hey, Joyce, why don't you stop studying and come here?" Joy said cheerfully, "Let's have fun."
"Sure," I stepped out of our room holding my scout TUG knapsack, "Let's play a game together."
Joy was an interesting girl. She and her two friends who were also freshmen and hailed from the same town as her almost always wore bandanas upon their heads. It was funny, cute, contagious, feminine, and mysterious at the same time. One friend mentioned The Cool Girls' Club and promised that I'd be introduced by the end of the week. I was waiting to see it before I'd dare to believe it. Joy and I, though? We were great roommates almost by divine design, and this TUG revelation was something else. We already were friends; now I had to make her a TUG buddy!
It was the beginning of orientation week, and I wasn't really studying anything except schedules and organization listings. Joy, however, seemed ready for play with a purple bandana headband, purple gym shorts, and a pink t-shirt. Since it was a lazy evening in the dorm, her feet were bare. With a smirk, I reached into my little knapsack and grabbed a coil of rope. With her back to me, she had no idea what I was about to do to her. In fact, she was adjusting her ponytail, which was perfect timing. I took a quiet, deep breath to steady myself and prepared to strike.
"Yeah, let's have fun, Joy!" I swiftly reached up and looped the coil around her crossed wrists.
"What are you doing to me?!" she exclaimed as I started wrapping the rope in and around her.
"I overheard your little conversation with Bridget," I said with a wink, cinching the rope.
"Well, this is an interesting surprise," she stood up and tested the ropes, "You're good!"
"Five years of playing games with your girl scout troop does that," I sheepishly smiled.
"Come on," she studied my face, pleasantly shocked I did this to her, "Finish me off."
"Anything I need to know before proceeding?" I asked so that I didn't hurt her.
"Yeah, make sure the gag is clean. I literally barfed once from a foul gag," she warned me.
"All right. I'll use a clean pair of socks from my little knapsack instead," I put my hands on her shoulders, "Oh, and Joy, I know all the knots, so don't think you're gonna get away from me."
Joy most certainly was not getting away from me on her first time ever being tied up by me. We had naturally connected on move-in day, and this is just the next step towards solidifying my first college friendship. She wasn't terribly flexible, but I'd take care of that when I tied the harness. The blonde-haired blue-eyed girl was about my own height, which meant we were going to have fun when we tried to jump each other throughout the semester. To my comfort, she was a playful girl who seemed to like the impromptu initiation to this funny game we both liked to play. What was most important was that I'd taken a major risk—and succeeded. That served me well during the next 8 years of my life as I went through a multitude of ups and downs.
Now, I had to secure her further, and I mentioned the arm issue. Of course, when you're a sweet Roman Catholic Girl Scout, you tie harnesses for function, not form. Maybe dirty minds would disagree with me, but I did it for function as did all of my fellow scouts, most of whom were the same girls with whom I received communion, sang in the teenager's choir, and went to the public high school. I made sure the cinching through the armpits was of the best quality, and I wrapped the ropes—behind her back—in between her arms to pinch them shut to further contain her. The torso binding was complete, and Joy had a most pleasantly amused look upon her face.
"Joyce, when you're done kidnapping me," Joy smiled and walked in circles trying to study all of her bonds, "Would you take a picture of me so that I can show Jenny, Nichole, and Zoe later?"
Now is when I introduce the other protagonists of a tale in which there are no antagonists. Jenny, Nichole, and Zoe were Joy's core group to this point in her life, Zoe being her older sister and the main co-founder of Tau Iota Epsilon. Jenny and Nichole were—all I knew about either girl—the co-founders of the Cool Girls' Club and Joy's long-time friends. These girls matter because I did a little bit of deception to the further amusement of my brand new TUG buddy and friend.
"I texted Zoe asking her to come over using your tone," I said with a smile, "No photo sent!"
"Why on earth would you do that?!" then Joy laughed, "Oh, you want to tie up my sister, too!"
"Why not? If I'm going to check out the sorority, I might as well get a jump start," I replied.
"You're a clever girl," my new TUG buddy stood there with an inquisitive look, "Really clever."
I pulled a rope out of my bag, "Thanks. I had to be clever to escape my fellow scouts' knots!"
"This is good ropework. Just so you, Jenny and Zoe can take elbow ties, if it matters," she threw me a bone, which warmed my heart, realizing that I was already accepted as part of the group.
I joyfully sat Joy down on the cheap school-provided dorm sofa, which was as comfortable as a rock pillow but at least functional and in good condition. I had tied her arms, a harness, and a waist rope; now I had to tie her legs and gag her. I wasted no time, knowing that Zoe would be at the door any moment from now, and I'd seen enough of her on move-in day to know that there would almost certainly be a wrestling match if she caught me off guard. Zoe loves her sister!
Joy didn't offer much more resistance, and we talked a lot while I swiftly prepared her for the fun to come. I tied her thighs and legs together twice each, one each below the upper joint (hips and knees) and above the lower joint (knees and ankles) to ensure that she was going to be trapped at least for thirty minutes. I knew Zoe was weaker than Joy despite being taller; I liked my odds. It was good, clean fun. Not bad for a congenital type-1 diabetic, right? I was direct about that fact about myself right from move-in day so that there'd be no accidents or misunderstandings. Now, I was finally ready to gag my new friend and show her how I learned to gag people as a bold and adventurous girl scout. I proceeded knowing we would quite likely learn tips from one another.
"That's big," Joy said when I laid a big aqua Western paisley bandana on the dark brown coffee table and put a tightly wadded pair of quarter socks in the middle of the central floral emblem.
"We scouts prefer the bigger bandanas," I smirked, "Holds the socks and leaves enough fabric to make a secure knot that can be easily tied and untied as needed, for us safety-minded girls."
"Joyce, let me warn you, Zoe is kind of indifferent to the whole sock thing," Joy was providing me with tips, "She prefers clean gags like me. Jenny and Nichole simply love having dirty socks used to gag them. I know it's our first game together, but I might as well help you integrate."
"I hear I'm going to be doing a lot of integration if I want to be an engineer," I made a bad pun.
"Just gag me before Zoe gets here!" Joy cracked up laughing, and right then we became friends.
I pushed the knotted cleave gag, with its big sock stuffing, into Joy's mouth and knotted the aqua bandana under her hair, making sure it was snug but not cutting her either. I took out my roll of microfoam tape and cut off a strip and applied to her face, going from cheek to cheek with it for a cute crowning piece to finish the process. Joy Suzanne Fredericks was my first captive ever as a college student, and it was going to be the first of many times we held each other captive. Next I had to get ready for the likely arrival of Zoe, the inevitable return of Bridget, and the possibility of Jenny and/or Nichole arriving as well. Joy's bandana slipped from her energetic laughter, and I put it back just the way she liked it. It's the little things that really matter most.
It was fun brushing her hair out of the way so I could knot the gag. She was very calm the entire time in ways that weren't typical for her, as she'd told me through chats we'd exchanged when the school incoming class Facebook group helped us find one another. It was encouraging that I had made her so comfortable in a scenario that could have been shocking or unsettling. I loved when she tested the gag and ropes and how she moved her head so I'd have the easiest time with every aspect of the scenario. She could have fought, but she felt safe to let her guard down just for me. The only complaint she offered was a slight grunt when I knotted the bandana. With little effort, I helped Joy to stand and to hop into the bedroom and laid her on her bed.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! suggested the arrival of Joy's older sister, Zoe.
"Coming!" I called out, pushing a rope into my shorts behind my back as I approached the door.
"Hello again, Joyce! My sister asked me to come over. Where is she?" Zoe greeted me.
"She's in the bedroom. I knew you'd be coming over," I smiled and shut the door, "Because I'm the one who sent the text. Now you can surrender peacefully or go down the hard way."
"Well, well, well," Zoe crossed her arms and looked at me with a disapproving gaze, "I see TIE has already found its first pledge of the semester. Which way did my sister go down?"
"Peacefully, after I got the jump on her. It's your choice though," I knew how to play hardball.
Zoe put a hand up to her chin. Her face was the exact same as Joy's in every regard, but Zoe was a couple inches taller and had brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair was held back by a couple of scrunchies—purple and aqua—and she had yellow leggings with an aqua t-shirt that said TIE on it in purple letters. Her eyes proved she was a protective, humble, loving big sister.
Without much effort, I did tie Zoe's elbows together behind her back after first tying her wrists in another piece of my rope. I repeated the harness and waist rope techniques, securing her arms to her trunk for extra restraint. The girl scout had successfully kidnapped one Fredericks sister and had gotten the other one to capitulate without a fight. Zoe was quieter overall than Joy, but when I was tying her arms and legs (which I tied just like Joy's) she let out some soft grunts. Likewise, she started quietly humming to her and playing around while I prepared a gag for her.
"You don't have to do that now. I'd like to talk to you. Get Joy out here," Zoe said with a smile.
I still haven't told you about myself, but I've said Joy's close to my height—a little shorter—and Zoe is a little taller. I'm 5'4" though, or shorter than average. My hair is an ashy blonde, and I'm unusual because I have hazel eyes. My tight beige shorts, pink t-shirt, and brown socks all were cozy for a girl who liked making sure others felt welcome. Pink canvas sneakers fit that aura.
Right there, while tied up—while Joy sat on the sofa, bound and gagged—Zoe taught me and her little sister all about Tau Iota Epsilon. The sorority isn't itself important to this story, but this was how I learned all about the sorority and discovered friends who led me to friends which led to the Cool Girls' Club becoming the group we know in the present day. Such conversation allowed us to pass the time productively. I promised more involvement from Bridget, Jenny, and Nichole in this story, and I still haven't introduced any of them beyond Bridget's voice at the beginning.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! suggested the arrival of someone besides Bridget. With a mischievous grin on my face, I looked through the peephole and welcomed Nichole Blakely, a girl who would someday be very important in my life, into the dorm while Bridget continued to talk on the phone and pace around outdoors. I wasn't yet aware that Nichole without Jenny was an unusual sight. I knew from Zoe and Joy that I definitely wanted to be a Cool Girl now. The best part to me was the "unconditional love and friendship" Zoe said Cool Girls must take. Now, I was face to face with the original Cool Girl herself—the Gangsta Queen—Nichole.
"Hi, Joyce, right?" Nichole sheepishly greeted me when I welcomed her into the dorm.
"That's me, and these are Joy and Zoe, but you know them already," I smiled and shut the door.
"Well, what's going on here?" the guest asked me with a raised eyebrow, "Did you do this?"
"Hi, Nichole!" Zoe sprang to her feet despite the ropes that were holding her captive.
"I intend to add you to my collection. Why are you a Gangsta Queen?" I asked Nichole.
"Because I was the one who first wore bandanas, you see," my new friend succinctly answered.
Nichole was the same height as me, scrawny, and a bit pale for a girl with a natural, slight tan. A navy blue kerchief bandana explained her Gangsta nickname, and the matching gym shorts gave a sense of balance. A pale blue t-shirt and matching socks conveyed a sense of sadness that held her back in life. Navy blue canvas finished her free-spirited, quiet energy. The shoulder length wavy brown hair and brown eyes told me a story, but there were no words. She was mysterious in a good way, and I could tell that she had an extremely open heart despite her pain.
"Where did you learn the rope tricks?" Nichole pressed me for more information.
"Where did you learn the bandana tricks?" I asked her out of genuine curiosity.
"My older sister wore them, so I started wearing them. Now your turn," she grinned like a kid.
"Girl Scouts, I have a circle of friends with whom I play TUGs," I smiled back, feeling accepted.
"Well, I suppose you're going to kidnap me if I don't surrender," my friend fluffed her hair.
"I'm taking that as permission to kidnap you," was my response before I wrestled her to the floor.
"Whoa there, scout! The loser is going to get a hogtie," she laughed at my sudden attack.
"There, you got your hogtie," I said to her 8 minutes later.
"Gmmmmmm!" she groaned into the socks I had been wearing, held in there by microfoam tape.
I tied Nichole the same as Joy, but with a hogtie as well. It was a very satisfying conquest since I enjoyed the fight even less than my captive had, and I had a lot of fun with it. In Girl Scouts, the kidnappings were a rarity, and we mostly played consensual games. Normally, someone was tied as their punishment for losing at a game, or she outright volunteered for things. Zoe indeed gave me permission to bind her, but Joy was definitely captured. We were having fun!
Like Joy's, I had put my socks inside a big bandana—a yellow one—for a big combo stuffed and cleave gag. After that, I applied the microfoam tape, confident we could discuss options through their gag talk for how they'd like the game to proceed—whether tickling or just watching them. I gagged Zoe just like Joy—but I used a purple bandana for an overt reference to Tau Iota Epsilon. I was gagging Zoe and talking to Nichole when KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! stopped me mid-sentence. I had Zoe and Nichole and figured that had to be the legendary Jenny.
"Oh, just let yourself in," Bridget opened the door, finally having ended her phone call, "WOW!"
"What on earth happened?!" Jenny bounced into the apartment and dropped her jaw, "Joyce?!"
"I have a surprise for you—I'm no ordinary Girl Scout," I smiled while making sure that I didn't catch any stray hairs in any of my three captive's respective gags, "I'm a knotty Girl Scout."
"I should say so. Joyce, look at you!" my roommate beamed with pride, "I had no idea!"
"I didn't either until I overheard you and Joy talking before your phone rang," I squirmed a little.
"No shame!" sweet little Jenny seemed stunned by my actions and studied Nichole, "Good job!"
I knew that Jenny was special when I first heard Joy mention her on move-in day, and it was all confirmed when I met Jenny that evening. Now, however, I was getting to see Jenny emerge in her own way, without merely playing off her friendships with Nichole and/Joy, getting to be the girl that deserved all the love, accolades, and platitudes that were bestowed upon her. Why did they call her the Gangsta Princess? The Gangsta was obvious: she had a solid brown bandana upon her head in a kerchief style. But why did they call her a Princess when she was not very princess-like? How many girls dress like a girl, can say they had Barbie dolls as a child, and own and self-maintain a 1990s stick shift Ford Mustang? She checks all three boxes. It's all so amusing because she stands at just 5'1" and keeps her blonde hair in a cute braid that's perfectly matched by her expressive, friendly, welcoming deep, almost sky-like, blue eyes.
Despite all that, Jenny had a big problem. Her outfit's color palette would drive Ralph Lauren to madness. The kerchief and the matching milk chocolate crew socks sound nice, right? A pair of pink sneakers? A red tank top? Lime green gym shorts? I don't know what was wrong with her, but she needed a fashion counselor or a wardrobe intervention. She saw nothing wrong with that color combination, and it was already the second arrangement of those colors I'd seen on her. To have an angelic personality was special, but the devil lived in her chest of drawers.
"Miss Verdi, this is all very cute, but what about your roommate?" Bridget asked me in a cute tone.
Bridget blushed and looked down. I didn't yet know why, but I could tell that she sadly harbored a bit of self-hatred, a tendency to self-exile to the extent that she volunteered to have the solo bed since our dorm had two bedrooms with a double bunk bed in each but no fourth roommate due to the student withdrawing the day before move-in day. She had a sweet side that she only let peek out around me and Joy when alone with us. She had platinum blonde hair that was long and very pretty—possibly the prettiest of all of us—and fearful blue eyes that, when comfortable, felt even more welcoming than Jenny's. I wanted to solve the mystery of Bridget, and she had volunteered to be vulnerable for the first time since I'd met her. She was finally extending an olive branch.
A pair of tight denim cut-off shorts, white crew socks that had grayed from overuse, navy canvas sneakers, and a navy Minnesota Tech (our college) t-shirt with white lettering made her look like a member of our school's rowing team. She wanted to belong here, but she was fearful of getting hurt in some regard. I hate to tell you this, but that revelation isn't part of this story. I'll just spill the beans and say that childhood was rough with her parents divorcing, ending in Bridget having a stint as her school's stereotypical bully before she got her act back together.
"Take a seat, Bridget. Do you like being taped?" I asked her in a similarly cute and friendly tone.
"I love being taped, but I'd prefer if you used my clothesline or rope on me instead," she smiled.
"And why are you a Gangsta Princess, Jenny?" I didn't take my eyes off Bridget.
"Easy!" Jenny bounced between me and Bridget, "Nichole wore bandanas first and me second!"
"Wow!" I raised a playful eyebrow at Jenny and turned to Bridget, "I'll use your toys, Bridget."
"My older sister calls me Bridge; the younger one calls me Bridgie. Joyce, feel free to use either nickname," was a little nod and a wink from Bridget, inviting me to a spot in her heart.
Jenny wiggled her eyebrows while Bridget calmly retrieved her own TUG supplies, arriving by my side with a zipped tote bag that she handed to me with a smile on her face. It was quiet and a typical gesture from her. I knew little about her besides what little she had told me and Joy about her rowing and academic backgrounds and aspirations for both here at Minnesota Tech. The act of handing me her bag was a massive shift of the goalposts already, and I couldn't betray her.
Joy and Zoe shouldn't be forgotten, those lovable sisters struggling side-by-side on the brick we had been deceived by Minnesota Tech into using as a sofa. They looked adorable trying to break free from their bonds with the big gags in their mouths partially obscured by the microfoam tape I had used to seal their lips. The pairs of socks in their mouths would absorb lots of their saliva before they'd soften enough to loosen and become any sort of liability for me as their captor, and soon Nichole would be making sounds of disgust when the taste of my socks—GROSS!—hit her tongue in due time. I had three captives—two voluntary—and it was time for my fourth!
The way I tied Bridget was not fancy by any means. The fancy part was Girl Scout knots I tied especially well just for my new friends. Bridget was sitting on a chair, and I took advantage of that fact when tying the harness and the waist rope. Nevertheless, Bridget quickly took just as much advantage of that fact to start flailing her legs with a taunting, "Better tie me up better, or I will escape and tie you up properly!" That forced me to run a pair of connectors from her ankles to the crossbraces under the chair. The gag was identical to the other three captive's, but I used a black bandana and put Joy's socks—which were absolutely rancid smelling—inside the bandana after Bridget teased me with a quiet, sweet, "Make sure my gag tastes really good, Joyce!"
"All right, that's enough. Joyce Verdi, if you want to be a Cool Girl," Jenny finally took a stand of her own, with a big smirk on her face, "Then I'm going to induct you the same way Joy was!"
"You!" I looked at Jenny, unaware she was on the track and cross-country teams, "Let's go!"
"Mmmph!" I groaned into one of my own gags, this one with Jenny's socks inside a red bandana.
"There we are, Girl Scout," Jenny beamed, knotting the rope that hogtied me on the carpet, "That will be a good test for you since you're such a slippery girl. Escape that in under 30 minutes!"
"MMMMMM!" I rubbed my face on the rug, trying to see if I could remove the microfoam tape.
"You're as much a gangsta as me, Nichole, or Joy, that's for sure!" my kidnapper mused, "That's a potentially good nickname for you, if we can get you addicted to bandanas. Gangsta Scout!"
"Hmmm hmmm!" Nichole laughed into her gag, wincing at the taste of Joy's socks though.
"Gmmmmm," Joy and Zoe were trying to work together to untie one another.
It was perfect. Nichole, Bridget, and I were trying to escape solo; Joy and Zoe were working as a sisterly team to escape. Jenny was leading Bridget and I towards the Cool Girls' Club, which Jenny explained was the name for their (back then) small circle of friends who had taken a vow of unconditional friendship and love as so nicely expressed in TUGs. We couldn't have found a better girl to be the one guiding us towards joining this surreal group of friends who shared our values. Except for Nichole (at that time), all of us in the room were even religious!
Watching the sisters was mesmerizing; watching Nichole's playful, determined, and unsuccessful efforts was satisfying in a good way; watching Bridget's quiet, methodical efforts was pleasing. I struggled against my hogtie, eventually making nasty faces when the taste of Jenny's socks began to be a problem for me. I'm personally like Zoe—I hate dirty sock gags but can handle them. In my present scenario, I didn't see a reason to complain when Jenny suggested the idea, especially since I could tell the thought gave her a little bit of innocent, playful satisfaction.
"How the heck did you do that?!" Jenny asked in surprise when I sat up with 10 minutes to spare.
"Mmmmm," I shrugged and laughed having been a natural escapist from my first scout TUGs.
"Hmmmph!" Nichole playfully scowled at me since our bindings had been perfectly identical.
"Sorry, Gangsta Queen," I said shortly after, playfully fluffing her hair with my hands.
"Gmmmm!" she winced because Joy's socks apparently had the worst toe cheese God ever made.
"You passed the test, Joyce, and more importantly you've proven something important to me and my friends. You already live out the Cool Girl vows," Jenny beamed at me, "Gangsta Scout?"
"What? Are you giving me the nickname before I'm even a Cool Girl?" I asked her cheekily.
"No, I'm inviting you to become a member of the Cool Girls' Club, with these present members as the sponsors and approving member, with the official CGC nickname of 'Gangsta Scout.'"
"Unconditional love and friendship? My own nickname? Count me in!" I beamed while I had a couple more ropes to get off my legs still, "I can tell already that I won't regret this decision!"
I sure haven't regretted that decision, and that day the Girl Scout became a Gangsta Scout. Jenny tried her best, but I never became addicted to bandanas although I wore them at good times so I'd maintain a reputation as both a Gangsta and a Scout. I did, however, become good friends with all of these girls and later became a member of Tie Iota Epsilon alongside Joy. Nichole and I are both part of a bondage modeling crew, and, well, there were storms, but life is good and happy.
Once a Cool Girl, always a Cool Girl!
Cool Girls' Club College Chronicles
The Girl Scout (F/4F & F/F)
I hugged Daddy and kissed him on the cheek and did the same to Mom. I didn't care that Daddy was 69 years old while I was 18. He was my father, and I loved him more than I can verbalize. I didn't care if people made fun of me, if they were so inclined to do so. I kept my head held high, knowing that was a precious jewel to my parents even if I have a niece and a nephew older than I am. My new roommates were here in the dorm because it was move-in day of my freshman year of college. I can still remember the smell of his cologne and her perfume. The memories!
Daddy remarried after his first wife, from whom he was estranged, passed away. To his surprise, he and his new wife had a child, and they named her Joyce Pauline. She was an unexpected joy, but they joyfully accepted the challenge, too. Maybe he was old, but what mattered was that his love for me was genuine. I wouldn't trade them for anything! In fact, I got the best hugs among me and my roommates when our parents left, and I could see a little jealousy on one girl's face.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
"What do you like to do for fun with your sister?" I heard my two roommates quietly talking.
"Well…," I heard the one, Joy, respond, "Go check out the Tau Iota Epsilon sorority. If you have seen that on the organization page, then you have an idea because that's my big sister's club!"
"Isn't that the one that's really like a bondage club or something?" the other, Bridget, responded.
"Heh, yeah, it is," Joy sounded embarrassed, but I was gleefully rubbing my hands together.
Oh, yes! My roommate plays TUGs, too! Thank you, Lord! I thought to myself.
"Are you ashamed of her?" Bridget asked in a kindly, nonjudgmental tone, "I wouldn't be."
"Of course not. You see, she got the bondage games from me and my friends, and I intend to be a pledge this semester, if they'll have me. Only I like to call them Tie-Up Games, instead, since they can be played in a kid-friendly way without all the gross adult stuff in them," Joy answered.
"I have news for you," I could hear the joy in Bridget's voice, "I've played TUGs since I was 8."
Yes! I further thought, We're going to have so much fun with TUGs this year!
I had actually already made plans to join Tau Iota Epsilon (TIE) myself, but that solidified things for me. If my roommate was joining, I was definitely joining. I was not a weirdo after all! All these years, since I was 13 or so, I'd been playing TUGs with a handful of my fellow scouts in my troop, girls who loved the scout culture through-and-through and who, like me, brought a boy scout style of rambunctious play and skills into a girl scout troop without commingling. We were a bold group of girls, and I was ready to see how my games compared to my roommate's.
I sent a message to my scout TUG group, with the excited words: OMG! My roommates both play TUGs too! I'm not going to get rusty like we thought! Glad I brought all my TUG toys up here to Minnesota. I love you and miss you, but at least I won't get out of practice!
Look for an update from me. I'll let you know if I make new TUG buddies or find myself looking for new roommates. After all, what better way to "practice knots" than by tying up one another?"Oh, dang, my phone is ringing," Bridget said suddenly, "It's my aunt. I'll probably be a while."
"All right," Joy responded—I was sure with a smile—"I'm going nowhere."
"You'll be going somewhere really soon," I muttered to myself, taking out my scout knapsack.
"Be back in an hour," I heard Bridget say, and soon I heard Joy singing to herself, but then...
"Hey, Joyce, why don't you stop studying and come here?" Joy said cheerfully, "Let's have fun."
"Sure," I stepped out of our room holding my scout TUG knapsack, "Let's play a game together."
Joy was an interesting girl. She and her two friends who were also freshmen and hailed from the same town as her almost always wore bandanas upon their heads. It was funny, cute, contagious, feminine, and mysterious at the same time. One friend mentioned The Cool Girls' Club and promised that I'd be introduced by the end of the week. I was waiting to see it before I'd dare to believe it. Joy and I, though? We were great roommates almost by divine design, and this TUG revelation was something else. We already were friends; now I had to make her a TUG buddy!
It was the beginning of orientation week, and I wasn't really studying anything except schedules and organization listings. Joy, however, seemed ready for play with a purple bandana headband, purple gym shorts, and a pink t-shirt. Since it was a lazy evening in the dorm, her feet were bare. With a smirk, I reached into my little knapsack and grabbed a coil of rope. With her back to me, she had no idea what I was about to do to her. In fact, she was adjusting her ponytail, which was perfect timing. I took a quiet, deep breath to steady myself and prepared to strike.
"Yeah, let's have fun, Joy!" I swiftly reached up and looped the coil around her crossed wrists.
"What are you doing to me?!" she exclaimed as I started wrapping the rope in and around her.
"I overheard your little conversation with Bridget," I said with a wink, cinching the rope.
"Well, this is an interesting surprise," she stood up and tested the ropes, "You're good!"
"Five years of playing games with your girl scout troop does that," I sheepishly smiled.
"Come on," she studied my face, pleasantly shocked I did this to her, "Finish me off."
"Anything I need to know before proceeding?" I asked so that I didn't hurt her.
"Yeah, make sure the gag is clean. I literally barfed once from a foul gag," she warned me.
"All right. I'll use a clean pair of socks from my little knapsack instead," I put my hands on her shoulders, "Oh, and Joy, I know all the knots, so don't think you're gonna get away from me."
Joy most certainly was not getting away from me on her first time ever being tied up by me. We had naturally connected on move-in day, and this is just the next step towards solidifying my first college friendship. She wasn't terribly flexible, but I'd take care of that when I tied the harness. The blonde-haired blue-eyed girl was about my own height, which meant we were going to have fun when we tried to jump each other throughout the semester. To my comfort, she was a playful girl who seemed to like the impromptu initiation to this funny game we both liked to play. What was most important was that I'd taken a major risk—and succeeded. That served me well during the next 8 years of my life as I went through a multitude of ups and downs.
Now, I had to secure her further, and I mentioned the arm issue. Of course, when you're a sweet Roman Catholic Girl Scout, you tie harnesses for function, not form. Maybe dirty minds would disagree with me, but I did it for function as did all of my fellow scouts, most of whom were the same girls with whom I received communion, sang in the teenager's choir, and went to the public high school. I made sure the cinching through the armpits was of the best quality, and I wrapped the ropes—behind her back—in between her arms to pinch them shut to further contain her. The torso binding was complete, and Joy had a most pleasantly amused look upon her face.
"Joyce, when you're done kidnapping me," Joy smiled and walked in circles trying to study all of her bonds, "Would you take a picture of me so that I can show Jenny, Nichole, and Zoe later?"
Now is when I introduce the other protagonists of a tale in which there are no antagonists. Jenny, Nichole, and Zoe were Joy's core group to this point in her life, Zoe being her older sister and the main co-founder of Tau Iota Epsilon. Jenny and Nichole were—all I knew about either girl—the co-founders of the Cool Girls' Club and Joy's long-time friends. These girls matter because I did a little bit of deception to the further amusement of my brand new TUG buddy and friend.
"I texted Zoe asking her to come over using your tone," I said with a smile, "No photo sent!"
"Why on earth would you do that?!" then Joy laughed, "Oh, you want to tie up my sister, too!"
"Why not? If I'm going to check out the sorority, I might as well get a jump start," I replied.
"You're a clever girl," my new TUG buddy stood there with an inquisitive look, "Really clever."
I pulled a rope out of my bag, "Thanks. I had to be clever to escape my fellow scouts' knots!"
"This is good ropework. Just so you, Jenny and Zoe can take elbow ties, if it matters," she threw me a bone, which warmed my heart, realizing that I was already accepted as part of the group.
I joyfully sat Joy down on the cheap school-provided dorm sofa, which was as comfortable as a rock pillow but at least functional and in good condition. I had tied her arms, a harness, and a waist rope; now I had to tie her legs and gag her. I wasted no time, knowing that Zoe would be at the door any moment from now, and I'd seen enough of her on move-in day to know that there would almost certainly be a wrestling match if she caught me off guard. Zoe loves her sister!
Joy didn't offer much more resistance, and we talked a lot while I swiftly prepared her for the fun to come. I tied her thighs and legs together twice each, one each below the upper joint (hips and knees) and above the lower joint (knees and ankles) to ensure that she was going to be trapped at least for thirty minutes. I knew Zoe was weaker than Joy despite being taller; I liked my odds. It was good, clean fun. Not bad for a congenital type-1 diabetic, right? I was direct about that fact about myself right from move-in day so that there'd be no accidents or misunderstandings. Now, I was finally ready to gag my new friend and show her how I learned to gag people as a bold and adventurous girl scout. I proceeded knowing we would quite likely learn tips from one another.
"That's big," Joy said when I laid a big aqua Western paisley bandana on the dark brown coffee table and put a tightly wadded pair of quarter socks in the middle of the central floral emblem.
"We scouts prefer the bigger bandanas," I smirked, "Holds the socks and leaves enough fabric to make a secure knot that can be easily tied and untied as needed, for us safety-minded girls."
"Joyce, let me warn you, Zoe is kind of indifferent to the whole sock thing," Joy was providing me with tips, "She prefers clean gags like me. Jenny and Nichole simply love having dirty socks used to gag them. I know it's our first game together, but I might as well help you integrate."
"I hear I'm going to be doing a lot of integration if I want to be an engineer," I made a bad pun.
"Just gag me before Zoe gets here!" Joy cracked up laughing, and right then we became friends.
I pushed the knotted cleave gag, with its big sock stuffing, into Joy's mouth and knotted the aqua bandana under her hair, making sure it was snug but not cutting her either. I took out my roll of microfoam tape and cut off a strip and applied to her face, going from cheek to cheek with it for a cute crowning piece to finish the process. Joy Suzanne Fredericks was my first captive ever as a college student, and it was going to be the first of many times we held each other captive. Next I had to get ready for the likely arrival of Zoe, the inevitable return of Bridget, and the possibility of Jenny and/or Nichole arriving as well. Joy's bandana slipped from her energetic laughter, and I put it back just the way she liked it. It's the little things that really matter most.
It was fun brushing her hair out of the way so I could knot the gag. She was very calm the entire time in ways that weren't typical for her, as she'd told me through chats we'd exchanged when the school incoming class Facebook group helped us find one another. It was encouraging that I had made her so comfortable in a scenario that could have been shocking or unsettling. I loved when she tested the gag and ropes and how she moved her head so I'd have the easiest time with every aspect of the scenario. She could have fought, but she felt safe to let her guard down just for me. The only complaint she offered was a slight grunt when I knotted the bandana. With little effort, I helped Joy to stand and to hop into the bedroom and laid her on her bed.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! suggested the arrival of Joy's older sister, Zoe.
"Coming!" I called out, pushing a rope into my shorts behind my back as I approached the door.
"Hello again, Joyce! My sister asked me to come over. Where is she?" Zoe greeted me.
"She's in the bedroom. I knew you'd be coming over," I smiled and shut the door, "Because I'm the one who sent the text. Now you can surrender peacefully or go down the hard way."
"Well, well, well," Zoe crossed her arms and looked at me with a disapproving gaze, "I see TIE has already found its first pledge of the semester. Which way did my sister go down?"
"Peacefully, after I got the jump on her. It's your choice though," I knew how to play hardball.
Zoe put a hand up to her chin. Her face was the exact same as Joy's in every regard, but Zoe was a couple inches taller and had brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair was held back by a couple of scrunchies—purple and aqua—and she had yellow leggings with an aqua t-shirt that said TIE on it in purple letters. Her eyes proved she was a protective, humble, loving big sister.
Without much effort, I did tie Zoe's elbows together behind her back after first tying her wrists in another piece of my rope. I repeated the harness and waist rope techniques, securing her arms to her trunk for extra restraint. The girl scout had successfully kidnapped one Fredericks sister and had gotten the other one to capitulate without a fight. Zoe was quieter overall than Joy, but when I was tying her arms and legs (which I tied just like Joy's) she let out some soft grunts. Likewise, she started quietly humming to her and playing around while I prepared a gag for her.
"You don't have to do that now. I'd like to talk to you. Get Joy out here," Zoe said with a smile.
I still haven't told you about myself, but I've said Joy's close to my height—a little shorter—and Zoe is a little taller. I'm 5'4" though, or shorter than average. My hair is an ashy blonde, and I'm unusual because I have hazel eyes. My tight beige shorts, pink t-shirt, and brown socks all were cozy for a girl who liked making sure others felt welcome. Pink canvas sneakers fit that aura.
Right there, while tied up—while Joy sat on the sofa, bound and gagged—Zoe taught me and her little sister all about Tau Iota Epsilon. The sorority isn't itself important to this story, but this was how I learned all about the sorority and discovered friends who led me to friends which led to the Cool Girls' Club becoming the group we know in the present day. Such conversation allowed us to pass the time productively. I promised more involvement from Bridget, Jenny, and Nichole in this story, and I still haven't introduced any of them beyond Bridget's voice at the beginning.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! suggested the arrival of someone besides Bridget. With a mischievous grin on my face, I looked through the peephole and welcomed Nichole Blakely, a girl who would someday be very important in my life, into the dorm while Bridget continued to talk on the phone and pace around outdoors. I wasn't yet aware that Nichole without Jenny was an unusual sight. I knew from Zoe and Joy that I definitely wanted to be a Cool Girl now. The best part to me was the "unconditional love and friendship" Zoe said Cool Girls must take. Now, I was face to face with the original Cool Girl herself—the Gangsta Queen—Nichole.
"Hi, Joyce, right?" Nichole sheepishly greeted me when I welcomed her into the dorm.
"That's me, and these are Joy and Zoe, but you know them already," I smiled and shut the door.
"Well, what's going on here?" the guest asked me with a raised eyebrow, "Did you do this?"
"Hi, Nichole!" Zoe sprang to her feet despite the ropes that were holding her captive.
"I intend to add you to my collection. Why are you a Gangsta Queen?" I asked Nichole.
"Because I was the one who first wore bandanas, you see," my new friend succinctly answered.
Nichole was the same height as me, scrawny, and a bit pale for a girl with a natural, slight tan. A navy blue kerchief bandana explained her Gangsta nickname, and the matching gym shorts gave a sense of balance. A pale blue t-shirt and matching socks conveyed a sense of sadness that held her back in life. Navy blue canvas finished her free-spirited, quiet energy. The shoulder length wavy brown hair and brown eyes told me a story, but there were no words. She was mysterious in a good way, and I could tell that she had an extremely open heart despite her pain.
"Where did you learn the rope tricks?" Nichole pressed me for more information.
"Where did you learn the bandana tricks?" I asked her out of genuine curiosity.
"My older sister wore them, so I started wearing them. Now your turn," she grinned like a kid.
"Girl Scouts, I have a circle of friends with whom I play TUGs," I smiled back, feeling accepted.
"Well, I suppose you're going to kidnap me if I don't surrender," my friend fluffed her hair.
"I'm taking that as permission to kidnap you," was my response before I wrestled her to the floor.
"Whoa there, scout! The loser is going to get a hogtie," she laughed at my sudden attack.
"There, you got your hogtie," I said to her 8 minutes later.
"Gmmmmmm!" she groaned into the socks I had been wearing, held in there by microfoam tape.
I tied Nichole the same as Joy, but with a hogtie as well. It was a very satisfying conquest since I enjoyed the fight even less than my captive had, and I had a lot of fun with it. In Girl Scouts, the kidnappings were a rarity, and we mostly played consensual games. Normally, someone was tied as their punishment for losing at a game, or she outright volunteered for things. Zoe indeed gave me permission to bind her, but Joy was definitely captured. We were having fun!
Like Joy's, I had put my socks inside a big bandana—a yellow one—for a big combo stuffed and cleave gag. After that, I applied the microfoam tape, confident we could discuss options through their gag talk for how they'd like the game to proceed—whether tickling or just watching them. I gagged Zoe just like Joy—but I used a purple bandana for an overt reference to Tau Iota Epsilon. I was gagging Zoe and talking to Nichole when KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! stopped me mid-sentence. I had Zoe and Nichole and figured that had to be the legendary Jenny.
"Oh, just let yourself in," Bridget opened the door, finally having ended her phone call, "WOW!"
"What on earth happened?!" Jenny bounced into the apartment and dropped her jaw, "Joyce?!"
"I have a surprise for you—I'm no ordinary Girl Scout," I smiled while making sure that I didn't catch any stray hairs in any of my three captive's respective gags, "I'm a knotty Girl Scout."
"I should say so. Joyce, look at you!" my roommate beamed with pride, "I had no idea!"
"I didn't either until I overheard you and Joy talking before your phone rang," I squirmed a little.
"No shame!" sweet little Jenny seemed stunned by my actions and studied Nichole, "Good job!"
I knew that Jenny was special when I first heard Joy mention her on move-in day, and it was all confirmed when I met Jenny that evening. Now, however, I was getting to see Jenny emerge in her own way, without merely playing off her friendships with Nichole and/Joy, getting to be the girl that deserved all the love, accolades, and platitudes that were bestowed upon her. Why did they call her the Gangsta Princess? The Gangsta was obvious: she had a solid brown bandana upon her head in a kerchief style. But why did they call her a Princess when she was not very princess-like? How many girls dress like a girl, can say they had Barbie dolls as a child, and own and self-maintain a 1990s stick shift Ford Mustang? She checks all three boxes. It's all so amusing because she stands at just 5'1" and keeps her blonde hair in a cute braid that's perfectly matched by her expressive, friendly, welcoming deep, almost sky-like, blue eyes.
Despite all that, Jenny had a big problem. Her outfit's color palette would drive Ralph Lauren to madness. The kerchief and the matching milk chocolate crew socks sound nice, right? A pair of pink sneakers? A red tank top? Lime green gym shorts? I don't know what was wrong with her, but she needed a fashion counselor or a wardrobe intervention. She saw nothing wrong with that color combination, and it was already the second arrangement of those colors I'd seen on her. To have an angelic personality was special, but the devil lived in her chest of drawers.
"Miss Verdi, this is all very cute, but what about your roommate?" Bridget asked me in a cute tone.
Bridget blushed and looked down. I didn't yet know why, but I could tell that she sadly harbored a bit of self-hatred, a tendency to self-exile to the extent that she volunteered to have the solo bed since our dorm had two bedrooms with a double bunk bed in each but no fourth roommate due to the student withdrawing the day before move-in day. She had a sweet side that she only let peek out around me and Joy when alone with us. She had platinum blonde hair that was long and very pretty—possibly the prettiest of all of us—and fearful blue eyes that, when comfortable, felt even more welcoming than Jenny's. I wanted to solve the mystery of Bridget, and she had volunteered to be vulnerable for the first time since I'd met her. She was finally extending an olive branch.
A pair of tight denim cut-off shorts, white crew socks that had grayed from overuse, navy canvas sneakers, and a navy Minnesota Tech (our college) t-shirt with white lettering made her look like a member of our school's rowing team. She wanted to belong here, but she was fearful of getting hurt in some regard. I hate to tell you this, but that revelation isn't part of this story. I'll just spill the beans and say that childhood was rough with her parents divorcing, ending in Bridget having a stint as her school's stereotypical bully before she got her act back together.
"Take a seat, Bridget. Do you like being taped?" I asked her in a similarly cute and friendly tone.
"I love being taped, but I'd prefer if you used my clothesline or rope on me instead," she smiled.
"And why are you a Gangsta Princess, Jenny?" I didn't take my eyes off Bridget.
"Easy!" Jenny bounced between me and Bridget, "Nichole wore bandanas first and me second!"
"Wow!" I raised a playful eyebrow at Jenny and turned to Bridget, "I'll use your toys, Bridget."
"My older sister calls me Bridge; the younger one calls me Bridgie. Joyce, feel free to use either nickname," was a little nod and a wink from Bridget, inviting me to a spot in her heart.
Jenny wiggled her eyebrows while Bridget calmly retrieved her own TUG supplies, arriving by my side with a zipped tote bag that she handed to me with a smile on her face. It was quiet and a typical gesture from her. I knew little about her besides what little she had told me and Joy about her rowing and academic backgrounds and aspirations for both here at Minnesota Tech. The act of handing me her bag was a massive shift of the goalposts already, and I couldn't betray her.
Joy and Zoe shouldn't be forgotten, those lovable sisters struggling side-by-side on the brick we had been deceived by Minnesota Tech into using as a sofa. They looked adorable trying to break free from their bonds with the big gags in their mouths partially obscured by the microfoam tape I had used to seal their lips. The pairs of socks in their mouths would absorb lots of their saliva before they'd soften enough to loosen and become any sort of liability for me as their captor, and soon Nichole would be making sounds of disgust when the taste of my socks—GROSS!—hit her tongue in due time. I had three captives—two voluntary—and it was time for my fourth!
The way I tied Bridget was not fancy by any means. The fancy part was Girl Scout knots I tied especially well just for my new friends. Bridget was sitting on a chair, and I took advantage of that fact when tying the harness and the waist rope. Nevertheless, Bridget quickly took just as much advantage of that fact to start flailing her legs with a taunting, "Better tie me up better, or I will escape and tie you up properly!" That forced me to run a pair of connectors from her ankles to the crossbraces under the chair. The gag was identical to the other three captive's, but I used a black bandana and put Joy's socks—which were absolutely rancid smelling—inside the bandana after Bridget teased me with a quiet, sweet, "Make sure my gag tastes really good, Joyce!"
"All right, that's enough. Joyce Verdi, if you want to be a Cool Girl," Jenny finally took a stand of her own, with a big smirk on her face, "Then I'm going to induct you the same way Joy was!"
"You!" I looked at Jenny, unaware she was on the track and cross-country teams, "Let's go!"
"Mmmph!" I groaned into one of my own gags, this one with Jenny's socks inside a red bandana.
"There we are, Girl Scout," Jenny beamed, knotting the rope that hogtied me on the carpet, "That will be a good test for you since you're such a slippery girl. Escape that in under 30 minutes!"
"MMMMMM!" I rubbed my face on the rug, trying to see if I could remove the microfoam tape.
"You're as much a gangsta as me, Nichole, or Joy, that's for sure!" my kidnapper mused, "That's a potentially good nickname for you, if we can get you addicted to bandanas. Gangsta Scout!"
"Hmmm hmmm!" Nichole laughed into her gag, wincing at the taste of Joy's socks though.
"Gmmmmm," Joy and Zoe were trying to work together to untie one another.
It was perfect. Nichole, Bridget, and I were trying to escape solo; Joy and Zoe were working as a sisterly team to escape. Jenny was leading Bridget and I towards the Cool Girls' Club, which Jenny explained was the name for their (back then) small circle of friends who had taken a vow of unconditional friendship and love as so nicely expressed in TUGs. We couldn't have found a better girl to be the one guiding us towards joining this surreal group of friends who shared our values. Except for Nichole (at that time), all of us in the room were even religious!
Watching the sisters was mesmerizing; watching Nichole's playful, determined, and unsuccessful efforts was satisfying in a good way; watching Bridget's quiet, methodical efforts was pleasing. I struggled against my hogtie, eventually making nasty faces when the taste of Jenny's socks began to be a problem for me. I'm personally like Zoe—I hate dirty sock gags but can handle them. In my present scenario, I didn't see a reason to complain when Jenny suggested the idea, especially since I could tell the thought gave her a little bit of innocent, playful satisfaction.
"How the heck did you do that?!" Jenny asked in surprise when I sat up with 10 minutes to spare.
"Mmmmm," I shrugged and laughed having been a natural escapist from my first scout TUGs.
"Hmmmph!" Nichole playfully scowled at me since our bindings had been perfectly identical.
"Sorry, Gangsta Queen," I said shortly after, playfully fluffing her hair with my hands.
"Gmmmm!" she winced because Joy's socks apparently had the worst toe cheese God ever made.
"You passed the test, Joyce, and more importantly you've proven something important to me and my friends. You already live out the Cool Girl vows," Jenny beamed at me, "Gangsta Scout?"
"What? Are you giving me the nickname before I'm even a Cool Girl?" I asked her cheekily.
"No, I'm inviting you to become a member of the Cool Girls' Club, with these present members as the sponsors and approving member, with the official CGC nickname of 'Gangsta Scout.'"
"Unconditional love and friendship? My own nickname? Count me in!" I beamed while I had a couple more ropes to get off my legs still, "I can tell already that I won't regret this decision!"
I sure haven't regretted that decision, and that day the Girl Scout became a Gangsta Scout. Jenny tried her best, but I never became addicted to bandanas although I wore them at good times so I'd maintain a reputation as both a Gangsta and a Scout. I did, however, become good friends with all of these girls and later became a member of Tie Iota Epsilon alongside Joy. Nichole and I are both part of a bondage modeling crew, and, well, there were storms, but life is good and happy.
Once a Cool Girl, always a Cool Girl!