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Cool Girls' Club College Chronicles
The Rope Bunnies
Saturday, August 27, 2016
When your roommates and friends include rope bunnies, you bind them and gag them sometimes just to tickle their Rope Bunny fancies! There's nothing personal behind it. Making them happy makes you happy, right? It's the Cool Girls' Club, where we are all about love and friendship as "expressed in TUGs" or something like that. It had been a quiet day for all of us, and I wanted a bit of action before we unwound for the night. Bind and gag the rope bunnies; spank and tickle them senseless; then sit and cuddle with them while doing whatever. Something like that.
Could these rope bunnies be any more different? One's a 6'1" Native American; the other's a 5'1" Danish-American. Huge vs. Tiny. Janie vs. Jenny. On quiet days at home after the first week of classes, you need ways to pass the time, and what better contrast than this? Let's go ring-side for a more personal look at the girls who were going to be captured, the friend who was going to be my assistant in capturing them, and myself. It's going to be simple but full of fun.
Jenny stood at the stove making a pot of her most famous porridge of all. The ingredients were a package (bottle, dry pack, something—I don't know!) of neon green dye, some coils of rope, and a lot of water and heat. She looked so cute using her stool because she's only 5'1", and she had a solid brown bandana headband holding her hair back as part of one of her most infamous outfits. Horrible. The brown bandana was cute as was the brown scrunchie that held her braid. The red tank top and red socks were fine. Lime green gym shorts? Brown sneakers? G–R–O–S–S! It's all so much worse when you consider she's blonde-haired and blue-eyed.
That didn't stop Jenny from singing while she dumped the pot out into her special metal strainer that she used exclusively for dying things. She patiently and carefully cold-shocked the rope so the color would stay true before filling up the sink for a cold soak that would help condition the rope. Carefully and lovingly, she stirred up the water then dried off her hands and laid out three long towels on the table and the counters and began laying rope out to air dry. The classic green rubber wristband was the CGC green light to kidnap her at any particular moment we desired.
Jenny continued singing and using towels to extract water from the wet ropes before checking a bunch of coils from the first batch she had done, because she only did six coils at a time, to see if they were dry. With dying rope, Jenny was a true master craftswoman that we all admired, hence why she was the one in charge of dying custom ropes for CGC members. Satisfied the ropes had dried enough, Jenny took those first coils, which she'd dyed this morning, and coiled them.
In the living room, Janie sat on the sofa texting one of her numerous friends and teammates or a sibling. Speaking of green and yellow wristbands, Janie had yellow bandana wristbands, a green t-shirt, a green kerchief bandana, yellow gym shorts, and yellow socks without sneakers since it was a lazy day in the apartment anyway. A yellow wristband meant that kidnapping was OK, as long as you checked after making the initial capture and before gagging the captive.
At 6'1", one does not simply kidnap Janie Patterson. I needed Bridget's help because no amount of surprise would stop her from absolutely wrecking me. The Native American with the lovely jet black hair she also kept at butt-length used a yellow bandana to tie her hair into a ponytail, an unusual choice of style for her but actually really cute on a girl who just turned 18 despite being a college sophomore/junior. The brown eyes sparkled while she giggled at the text she received.
Into the bedroom where Bridget sat on one of the chairs I was hoping to use on Jenny. I always saw a distinct charm in the Swedish-Norwegian girl with the pale blonde hair and the blue-grey eyes. When Bridget's happy, she exudes true joy, and, when she's unhappy, she exhibits angst to which a person can relate and which can be felt in the soul. Thankfully, she was smiling and had a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Bright blue leggings, a navy blue Minnesota Tech t-shirt, and a bright blue headband (regular, not a bandana) gave Jenny a clue for the rope experiment. There's a distinctive charm about the Swedish rower that makes her a delightful ally or enemy in TUGs.
"Wanna help me take out Janie?" I asked her in sotto voce, "With some lovely brown rope?"
"Gangsta Queen's gonna gangsta? Cool! I'm in," Bridget smiled and stood tall at her full 5'4".
"Just be careful; she has double yellow bandanas," I warned my friend.
Then again, I'm only 5'4". That's where size is an issue when that's the best you have against the 6'1", but very gentle, giant called Janie. Together, Bridget and I could conquer Janie despite my various disadvantages, like a slight limp from breaking my leg the year before this. I looked like a girl nicknamed "Gangsta Queen" with my navy Minnesota Tech t-shirt, the icy blue bandana I wore as a kerchief, the matching icy blue gym shorts, my white socks, and my navy canvas shoes that all characterized the outfit many said was the best of all the colors and combos I wore. Was it the wavy shoulder-length brown locks, the brown eyes, or both? Regardless, we saw no need to be sneaky. We just grabbed a bag of TUG toys and marched out to the living room.
One of my favorite questions to answer is "Why do you like being tied up?" or "Why do you like tying up others?" It's kind of athletic, but it's a form of athletic challenge that equalizes strengths and weaknesses because escaping, binding, gagging, struggling, and capturing are all skills that a person learns by experience. On her best day, my sneaky friend can slew foot Janie and get the upper-hand just long enough to complete the capture almost every single time. Once the girl is bound and gagged, it's then a matter of having fun in mutually enjoyable ways.
"Get her!" I ordered Bridget, and together we tackled Janie, with Bridget doing more work.
"Whoa!" Janie called out in surprise, "Jenny, help! Mayday! Gangsta Jock overboard!"
"Why should I help you?" Jenny watched me tie Janie's arms above the elbows with the rope.
"Because they're going to come after you next. Ow! Hey, watch it!" Janie groaned, "Nerves!"
"Sorry," I responded and slid the rope into a different spot further away from her ulnar never.
"More importantly," Bridget fought the kicking legs to tie Janie's ankles, "May we continue?"
"Um, yeah, just hold off on gagging me," Janie struggled against the ropes, "Bare with me."
"Yeah," Jenny approached Janie and squatted near her face, "I want them to come after me next!"
"Of course you would," that brought a grin to Janie's face, "Gangsta Princess and Rope Bunny!"
"I'm just a rope bunny dying rope for my friend," Jenny pretended to be sad and deeply sighed.
Then we gave Janie the works: wrist, forearm, ankle, shin, knee, and lower, middle, and upper thigh bonds, a harness, and a waist rope. We didn't gag her, though, but Bridget and I did split up the binding so we both got to enjoy ourselves and took our time to make sure Gangsta Jock didn't get hurt by any of the ropes. When you're in a rush, you sometimes get sloppy, and you can put a pinch or something into the ropes that makes things uncomfortable for the captive. As cute as it sounds, Janie wanted nothing fancier than me taking pictures of her smiling to send to her friends and siblings, both here and back home in Florida. Some gags are just for everyone's pleasure.
Bridget approached the counter and grabbed one of the dry coils of rope and played with it to see how it felt in her hands. Her eyes flashed to one of the dining room chairs, to Jenny, and back to the coil of rope. Without a word, Bridget and Jenny had a full conversation, but they were about to turn the fun up a notch in a way that only they could because of their respective ancestries. It all starts with Jenny being a Kristensen and Bridget being a Sjaastad. The Swedish rower took a coil of the bright blue rope, approached the little Danish track star, gently turned her around, and tied her wrists together behind her back, all without any resistance or any complaints.
"Den bandana-besatta Gangstaprinsessan är min kärleksfånge," Bridget started in Swedish.
"Den søde, stærke roer har taget mig til fange," Jenny smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Med vems läckra strumpor ska jag munkavle på repkaninen?" Bridget asked Jenny, "Hmmm?"
"Hvorfor din, selvfølgelig!" my bestie eagerly responded without a thought, "Eller Janies."
"Min tåost kommer att bli starkare av att gå till gymmet och ha på mig de här sneakersna hela dagen," the Swedish rower reasoned with Jenny, "Mer förnedring och tungplåga."
"Det er det, jeg fortjener, fordi jeg elsker, når mine venner kidnapper mig, binder mig og knebler mig," Jenny laughed boisterously and joyfully, evoking laughter from the cheerful rower, too.
"I have no idea what they said. Where's Google translate?" Janie smiled and shook her head.
Little Jenny and huge Janie now were captives. Bridget casually tied Jenny's elbows together as well and had her sit on the chair. The strong Swedish rower then turned and motioned for me to finish the binding of my best friend of, then, almost 17 years! The six dry coils of rope were all we needed to have fun, and having fun was the goal, after all! I tied Jenny's ankles to the legs of the chair and tied her thighs together before running a rope from her wrists to the underframe.
As promised, Bridget stuffed her sweaty, nasty socks into Jenny's mouth, filling every crevice of the captive's mouth with the nasty, rancid, wet cotton. Since we were all playing so casually, the socks were only secured with a black bandana cleave gag, albeit a tight one. Bridget played like this at home, and she played with us like she played with her own siblings.
"Oh, oh! Not yet!" Janie stopped us, "Pleassssseeeee?" and whined like a teenager.
"Well, tell us what you want then," I smiled in a way that encouraged her to speak.
"I want to try a ball gag finally! I'm an adult, and I'm dying to try it," her eyes sparkled.
"Ask and receive," I said, and soon had a 2 inch blue rubber dog ball with a green bandana threaded through its holes ready to go, "Open wide!" I brought the gag up to the rookie's mouth.
"Gmmmmmmm!" the lovable Gangsta Jock readily accepted her first ever ball gag.
Then it was time to tickle them, since that was one of our original goals. I took Jenny so Bridget could strong arm the ever-powerful Janie. I had it easy with tickling Jenny's ribs and belly while Bridget had to deal with a squirming captive. Janie drooled so much that you would think it was raining inside the small apartment, and Bridget spanked her into submission on several occasions throughout the ordeal. On the other hand, the chair held Jenny in place for me while I tickled her so she was forced to enjoy the tastes of Bridget's yummy, sweaty socks.
We had fun though. Jenny's sneakers came off for foot tickling; Janie thrashed like a bronco; we all laughed and laughed; Jenny and Janie laughed until they thought they were going to tear their diaphragms. Then Bridget and I tag-teamed Janie: she continued tickling Janie while I removed the captive's sock and surreptitiously unknotted the gag. Next thing Janie knew, she had a mouth full of her own socks before I jammed that ball gag back into her mouth and knotted it anew.
We brought Jenny into the living room and slipped her headband over her eyes and tied the knot a little bit tighter. For Janie, since she had that kerchief, we used a yellow bandana to blindfold her. The huge Gangsta Jock was laid out on the sofa with Bridget sitting on her legs and me on her back while we played video games. Classic CGC torment: bound, gagged, and blindfolded while your captors play video games without you. Tiny Jenny squirmed a lot since that was an extremely simple chair tie, and over the next 30 minutes she slowly escaped it and joined us.
But, that day, we all had fun together without any drama, hurt feelings, or any bad emotions. It was pure joy and smiles and growing closer via friendship and TUGs in Cool Girls' Club style.
THE END
Cool Girls' Club College Chronicles
The Rope Bunnies
Saturday, August 27, 2016
When your roommates and friends include rope bunnies, you bind them and gag them sometimes just to tickle their Rope Bunny fancies! There's nothing personal behind it. Making them happy makes you happy, right? It's the Cool Girls' Club, where we are all about love and friendship as "expressed in TUGs" or something like that. It had been a quiet day for all of us, and I wanted a bit of action before we unwound for the night. Bind and gag the rope bunnies; spank and tickle them senseless; then sit and cuddle with them while doing whatever. Something like that.
Could these rope bunnies be any more different? One's a 6'1" Native American; the other's a 5'1" Danish-American. Huge vs. Tiny. Janie vs. Jenny. On quiet days at home after the first week of classes, you need ways to pass the time, and what better contrast than this? Let's go ring-side for a more personal look at the girls who were going to be captured, the friend who was going to be my assistant in capturing them, and myself. It's going to be simple but full of fun.
Jenny stood at the stove making a pot of her most famous porridge of all. The ingredients were a package (bottle, dry pack, something—I don't know!) of neon green dye, some coils of rope, and a lot of water and heat. She looked so cute using her stool because she's only 5'1", and she had a solid brown bandana headband holding her hair back as part of one of her most infamous outfits. Horrible. The brown bandana was cute as was the brown scrunchie that held her braid. The red tank top and red socks were fine. Lime green gym shorts? Brown sneakers? G–R–O–S–S! It's all so much worse when you consider she's blonde-haired and blue-eyed.
That didn't stop Jenny from singing while she dumped the pot out into her special metal strainer that she used exclusively for dying things. She patiently and carefully cold-shocked the rope so the color would stay true before filling up the sink for a cold soak that would help condition the rope. Carefully and lovingly, she stirred up the water then dried off her hands and laid out three long towels on the table and the counters and began laying rope out to air dry. The classic green rubber wristband was the CGC green light to kidnap her at any particular moment we desired.
Jenny continued singing and using towels to extract water from the wet ropes before checking a bunch of coils from the first batch she had done, because she only did six coils at a time, to see if they were dry. With dying rope, Jenny was a true master craftswoman that we all admired, hence why she was the one in charge of dying custom ropes for CGC members. Satisfied the ropes had dried enough, Jenny took those first coils, which she'd dyed this morning, and coiled them.
In the living room, Janie sat on the sofa texting one of her numerous friends and teammates or a sibling. Speaking of green and yellow wristbands, Janie had yellow bandana wristbands, a green t-shirt, a green kerchief bandana, yellow gym shorts, and yellow socks without sneakers since it was a lazy day in the apartment anyway. A yellow wristband meant that kidnapping was OK, as long as you checked after making the initial capture and before gagging the captive.
At 6'1", one does not simply kidnap Janie Patterson. I needed Bridget's help because no amount of surprise would stop her from absolutely wrecking me. The Native American with the lovely jet black hair she also kept at butt-length used a yellow bandana to tie her hair into a ponytail, an unusual choice of style for her but actually really cute on a girl who just turned 18 despite being a college sophomore/junior. The brown eyes sparkled while she giggled at the text she received.
Into the bedroom where Bridget sat on one of the chairs I was hoping to use on Jenny. I always saw a distinct charm in the Swedish-Norwegian girl with the pale blonde hair and the blue-grey eyes. When Bridget's happy, she exudes true joy, and, when she's unhappy, she exhibits angst to which a person can relate and which can be felt in the soul. Thankfully, she was smiling and had a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Bright blue leggings, a navy blue Minnesota Tech t-shirt, and a bright blue headband (regular, not a bandana) gave Jenny a clue for the rope experiment. There's a distinctive charm about the Swedish rower that makes her a delightful ally or enemy in TUGs.
"Wanna help me take out Janie?" I asked her in sotto voce, "With some lovely brown rope?"
"Gangsta Queen's gonna gangsta? Cool! I'm in," Bridget smiled and stood tall at her full 5'4".
"Just be careful; she has double yellow bandanas," I warned my friend.
Then again, I'm only 5'4". That's where size is an issue when that's the best you have against the 6'1", but very gentle, giant called Janie. Together, Bridget and I could conquer Janie despite my various disadvantages, like a slight limp from breaking my leg the year before this. I looked like a girl nicknamed "Gangsta Queen" with my navy Minnesota Tech t-shirt, the icy blue bandana I wore as a kerchief, the matching icy blue gym shorts, my white socks, and my navy canvas shoes that all characterized the outfit many said was the best of all the colors and combos I wore. Was it the wavy shoulder-length brown locks, the brown eyes, or both? Regardless, we saw no need to be sneaky. We just grabbed a bag of TUG toys and marched out to the living room.
One of my favorite questions to answer is "Why do you like being tied up?" or "Why do you like tying up others?" It's kind of athletic, but it's a form of athletic challenge that equalizes strengths and weaknesses because escaping, binding, gagging, struggling, and capturing are all skills that a person learns by experience. On her best day, my sneaky friend can slew foot Janie and get the upper-hand just long enough to complete the capture almost every single time. Once the girl is bound and gagged, it's then a matter of having fun in mutually enjoyable ways.
"Get her!" I ordered Bridget, and together we tackled Janie, with Bridget doing more work.
"Whoa!" Janie called out in surprise, "Jenny, help! Mayday! Gangsta Jock overboard!"
"Why should I help you?" Jenny watched me tie Janie's arms above the elbows with the rope.
"Because they're going to come after you next. Ow! Hey, watch it!" Janie groaned, "Nerves!"
"Sorry," I responded and slid the rope into a different spot further away from her ulnar never.
"More importantly," Bridget fought the kicking legs to tie Janie's ankles, "May we continue?"
"Um, yeah, just hold off on gagging me," Janie struggled against the ropes, "Bare with me."
"Yeah," Jenny approached Janie and squatted near her face, "I want them to come after me next!"
"Of course you would," that brought a grin to Janie's face, "Gangsta Princess and Rope Bunny!"
"I'm just a rope bunny dying rope for my friend," Jenny pretended to be sad and deeply sighed.
Then we gave Janie the works: wrist, forearm, ankle, shin, knee, and lower, middle, and upper thigh bonds, a harness, and a waist rope. We didn't gag her, though, but Bridget and I did split up the binding so we both got to enjoy ourselves and took our time to make sure Gangsta Jock didn't get hurt by any of the ropes. When you're in a rush, you sometimes get sloppy, and you can put a pinch or something into the ropes that makes things uncomfortable for the captive. As cute as it sounds, Janie wanted nothing fancier than me taking pictures of her smiling to send to her friends and siblings, both here and back home in Florida. Some gags are just for everyone's pleasure.
Bridget approached the counter and grabbed one of the dry coils of rope and played with it to see how it felt in her hands. Her eyes flashed to one of the dining room chairs, to Jenny, and back to the coil of rope. Without a word, Bridget and Jenny had a full conversation, but they were about to turn the fun up a notch in a way that only they could because of their respective ancestries. It all starts with Jenny being a Kristensen and Bridget being a Sjaastad. The Swedish rower took a coil of the bright blue rope, approached the little Danish track star, gently turned her around, and tied her wrists together behind her back, all without any resistance or any complaints.
"Den bandana-besatta Gangstaprinsessan är min kärleksfånge," Bridget started in Swedish.
"Den søde, stærke roer har taget mig til fange," Jenny smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Med vems läckra strumpor ska jag munkavle på repkaninen?" Bridget asked Jenny, "Hmmm?"
"Hvorfor din, selvfølgelig!" my bestie eagerly responded without a thought, "Eller Janies."
"Min tåost kommer att bli starkare av att gå till gymmet och ha på mig de här sneakersna hela dagen," the Swedish rower reasoned with Jenny, "Mer förnedring och tungplåga."
"Det er det, jeg fortjener, fordi jeg elsker, når mine venner kidnapper mig, binder mig og knebler mig," Jenny laughed boisterously and joyfully, evoking laughter from the cheerful rower, too.
"I have no idea what they said. Where's Google translate?" Janie smiled and shook her head.
Little Jenny and huge Janie now were captives. Bridget casually tied Jenny's elbows together as well and had her sit on the chair. The strong Swedish rower then turned and motioned for me to finish the binding of my best friend of, then, almost 17 years! The six dry coils of rope were all we needed to have fun, and having fun was the goal, after all! I tied Jenny's ankles to the legs of the chair and tied her thighs together before running a rope from her wrists to the underframe.
As promised, Bridget stuffed her sweaty, nasty socks into Jenny's mouth, filling every crevice of the captive's mouth with the nasty, rancid, wet cotton. Since we were all playing so casually, the socks were only secured with a black bandana cleave gag, albeit a tight one. Bridget played like this at home, and she played with us like she played with her own siblings.
"Oh, oh! Not yet!" Janie stopped us, "Pleassssseeeee?" and whined like a teenager.
"Well, tell us what you want then," I smiled in a way that encouraged her to speak.
"I want to try a ball gag finally! I'm an adult, and I'm dying to try it," her eyes sparkled.
"Ask and receive," I said, and soon had a 2 inch blue rubber dog ball with a green bandana threaded through its holes ready to go, "Open wide!" I brought the gag up to the rookie's mouth.
"Gmmmmmmm!" the lovable Gangsta Jock readily accepted her first ever ball gag.
Then it was time to tickle them, since that was one of our original goals. I took Jenny so Bridget could strong arm the ever-powerful Janie. I had it easy with tickling Jenny's ribs and belly while Bridget had to deal with a squirming captive. Janie drooled so much that you would think it was raining inside the small apartment, and Bridget spanked her into submission on several occasions throughout the ordeal. On the other hand, the chair held Jenny in place for me while I tickled her so she was forced to enjoy the tastes of Bridget's yummy, sweaty socks.
We had fun though. Jenny's sneakers came off for foot tickling; Janie thrashed like a bronco; we all laughed and laughed; Jenny and Janie laughed until they thought they were going to tear their diaphragms. Then Bridget and I tag-teamed Janie: she continued tickling Janie while I removed the captive's sock and surreptitiously unknotted the gag. Next thing Janie knew, she had a mouth full of her own socks before I jammed that ball gag back into her mouth and knotted it anew.
We brought Jenny into the living room and slipped her headband over her eyes and tied the knot a little bit tighter. For Janie, since she had that kerchief, we used a yellow bandana to blindfold her. The huge Gangsta Jock was laid out on the sofa with Bridget sitting on her legs and me on her back while we played video games. Classic CGC torment: bound, gagged, and blindfolded while your captors play video games without you. Tiny Jenny squirmed a lot since that was an extremely simple chair tie, and over the next 30 minutes she slowly escaped it and joined us.
But, that day, we all had fun together without any drama, hurt feelings, or any bad emotions. It was pure joy and smiles and growing closer via friendship and TUGs in Cool Girls' Club style.
THE END