Janie & Lauren: Rabbits on the Run (F/FF)
Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 2:35 pm
Janie and Lauren: Rabbits on the Run
Saturday, May 01, 2021
There are two TUG-themed games that my in-laws love playing: the "Forest Game" and "Forest Nerf War." The former requires TUGs at its very core; the latter routinely features TUGs as the punishment for defeat. In these next two tales, I am going to explore each of these games, which made appearances on a lovely spring weekend at the beginning of May. The Forest Game is one of my favorite games to play with my friends and family. I'm generally flexible, but I definitely prefer to be one of the so-called "Rabbits" that is trying to run away and hide.
The game is relatively simple with two roles: rabbits and foxes. The rabbits are at least partially bound and gagged and are given 5 minutes to go hide in the forest, and the "fox" has 5 minutes per person to find the rabbits! It's really easy, and the captives are called rabbits since typically the legs are bound, forcing them to hop! Since they're rabbits, the pursuer is a fox!
My sisters-in-law are the nastiest pair of foxes though. Eva is absolutely brutal with her victims, only for the strong, tough rope bunnies; Caleigh is the crafty one who will find the softest, most sensitive spots and exploit them until you're in tears of mixed joy and pain. Thankfully, this time I am getting to tell you a story that remains appropriate for a generic audience, as opposed to the usual dirty stuff that happens, especially with rough-and-tumble athletes like we all are.
"Guhhhhh!" I grumbled, dribbling slobber off my chin and onto my chest, "Thith heahing hool!"
"Gmmmm!" Lauren rolled her eyes because she liked ball gags for every possible reason.
"Oh, quit whining," Eva rolled her eyes, too, and gave me a hard spank. SMACK!
"GUuuhhhhhHHH!" my complaints continued with another syrupy blob falling off the gag.
"Shut up!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GMMMMMMMMM!" I was being an insufferable crybaby on that fine spring morning.
"Gosh, Janie!" she dumped me onto the grass, "Get your a$$ off the ground and get ready to go!"
I was really in a mood. It was obvious to all that I was depressed because of my outfit, but all of my whining was truly over the top. My split-color blue-and-white kerchief bandana was enough of a warning shot to most people who knew me; the blue sports bra and blue gym shorts, though, sealed the deal without a doubt for both of them. Worse, I had my blue crew socks and sneakers. Having a borderline personality pretty much means I can't control the hormones that control my mental state; it still means that I control my reactions though. I can't change that I feel sad, but I can choose to put on a smile and cope with hugs and affection. Both understood this even if Eva was putting on a mean-girl drill sergeant attitude at the moment for the sake of the game.
As quickly as Eva was yelling at me, she was there kneeling beside me and whispering words of encouragement in my ear, a simple "We're here for you, Janie," was all she said, but it gave me a smile and the desire to get up and resume the game. Years of maternal abuse slowly whittled me down until I was basically wired incorrectly, but thankfully there has only ever been one time in which I can say my own mental state scared me. Thankfully, since then, medication has been my constant ally in keeping out of the deepest of funks, but it can't stop days like today.
"All right, b-tches, you know your roles," Eva walked with swagger, "Are you ready?"
Lauren raised an eyebrow at Eva's crass mannerisms, but our captor had her desert camo bandana as a headband. The khaki ankle skirt and combat boots and the beige t-shirt and crew socks gave her a distinct presence that fired warning shots to the entire Rondell clan. Eva's blonde hair was in a long ponytail without her typical braid, and her blue eyes had a stern militant gaze in them.
My sister, like me, had her jet black hair in a long braid; unlike me, her braid was wrapped into a big bun. We stood out in the Rondell family with our dark brown skin tone, courtesy being a mix that resulted in us being two-thirds Native American. How proud I am of my Native blood! But I like to joke that the most Native thing about us is that we're Roman Catholic. Lauren had an all purple outfit: sneakers, quarter socks, gym shorts, sports bra, and bandana headband.
"Get going!" my sister-in-law ordered us to take off into the forest, and we quickly obeyed her.
"Gmmmmm!" Lauren and I turned and went hopping into the forest in separate directions.
With our wrists and elbows bound together behind our backs, we were thoroughly helpless. This was just the thing I needed when in a blue mood—to surround myself with nature and family and to get away from screens. That very well might be my favorite thing about TUGs: no devices are accessible when your hands are bound unless it's built into the game. Out here, it was just us out in nature. Maybe Lauren and I were trying to escape in a forest, but we were far from our Native ancestors with our harnesses, waist ropes, and four leg bonds each. It was all classic white rope, a good contrast against our skin and clothing. Two big girls—me 6'1" and Lauren 5'11"—were engaging in a classic Rondell warfare against the sweet 5'9" Eva.
Each hop saw a little slobber pour off my ball gag while I tried to hatch a plan to hide from Eva's clutches. I only had 15 minutes in which to stave her off—which felt like a lifetime. Out here in the big forested yard, Eva was really more like the Native who knew the land while Lauren and I were the interlopers who were easy prey. The big backyard was fully forested and fenced, so the danger of wild animals was minimized except for a rare sighting of a badger or a wolf.
The lush greenery felt so welcoming though, although my blue clothing and Lauren's purple had no chance of camouflaging out here with only trees, bushes, and wildflowers for cover. Far back in the forest, near the back edge of the big property, there was a well-built, small shanty that was the most foolish place possible to seek refuge. All I knew was that there was a timer taped to my body, a creation of my brother-in-law, that would set off a buzzer and a light after 15 minutes.
How could I hide, though, with my blue outfit? A little buzz told me that the initial five minutes had expired, which meant Eva was now free to enter the forest and look for us rabbits. Suddenly, my mind went back to that shanty in the forest. It was such an obvious place to look, and I knew of a thicket that wasn't far from it. Perhaps if I hid in that thicket and waited for Eva to pass by?
"Gmmmmm!" I suddenly encountered Lauren again in my exploration.
"Mmmmmm," she looked around, quite confused by the spring forest here in Minnetonka.
"Gmmph!" I did the rotten but clever thing and headbutted her so she fell to the ground.
Naturally, Lauren protested my treacherous actions that left her in danger. "GMMMMMMM!"
"Gooh hye!" I pathetically waved a hand behind me as I hopped away from her.
That was the oldest trick in the Unofficial Forest Game Handbook for certain, taught to me by none other than the queen of the forest game herself, Eva. The most fun part about this game was that it could be done in so many ways, like the times we played it in our sneakers, socks, and underwear… without any clothes! Such a trick was how Eva had won—and lost—many editions of the Forest Game with her older sister, her cousin, me, and even some of my friends.
Getting into the thicket was the hard part because it was a big quintet of conventional evergreen shrubs that had all grown together. The big blue Native American would have to hope that skin blending into the scenery would suffice because I'd be helpless against Eva if she saw me. But it was such a difficult game to win because you had to always stay ahead of your opponent. What made things harder was that the captives had to be brought back to the agreed point back outside the forest and near the house, normally the pole that… Oh, I'll describe it later!
Here in the shrubs, so little light filtered through that my drool no longer glistened from the sun's rays. The rubber ball was my least favorite gag of all, but I appreciated the humiliation of being a slobbering mess enough to permit ball gags of all kinds to be used to gag me. Hidden like this, I had a rare opportunity to try to use the branches of the bush to untie myself, as crazy as it might be to attempt such a thing under these circumstances. It wouldn't be the first time the winner was determined by her escaping the ropes! So many things to consider.
"GMMMMMMMMM!" I heard that distinct howl of Lauren getting captured.
"Behave yourself. Candy-ss crybaby!" Eva said with that militant domination and a few spanks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bzzt! The buzzer informed me that there were only 5 minutes left, and Eva was busy.
Lauren was down and out, and I felt a sinking feeling within myself. The "blue mood" told me it was a lost cause, that I should surrender, that Eva would have more fun tormenting Lauren, that I deserved to be tormented for my imaginary failings, and even that I was only loved as a playmate and not as a sister, friend, wife, and sister-in-law. I did the one thing I could: pray for strength to resist the thoughts that were driven by the chemical imbalances in my brain. Squirming against the ropes that bound and a slight whimper were my only physical responses to those things that even my medication could not suppress.
I could write paragraph after paragraph detailing all of my internal battles just during this game, leading up to this moment, but this was the time in which I finally found the strength to conquer. Deep down inside, I knew those thoughts weren't real, and I even forced myself to smile and to giggle quietly when a big blob of drool fell off my gag and landed on my lap. It was me and the birds out here in the forest with no other sources of noise except the breeze rustling the leaves.
Soon, Eva arrived with that classic swagger, and sure enough she took a gaze into the cabin like I expected. I closed my eyes for just a second, and soon enough her eyes turned towards the bush in which I was hiding. In an instant, my blood froze at the belief that my defeat was imminent as I knew Eva had the sharpest eyes in the entire Cool Girls' Club. She seemingly walked away for a moment, and I froze with the only movement being from my own drool forming and sliding off the rubber ball that gagged me. Then I felt that familiar grip on my braid.
"ACCCKKKK!" I shrieked while Eva yanked me out of the bush using my favorite instrument of TUG torture while branches cracked and that familiar pain shot through my body.
"Got you finally, you clever Indian Princess!" Eva said.
But then I did the one thing I could do: I head butted her and took off hopping. "NOOOOOOO!"
"Hey!" Eva yelped while falling onto the ground, "I'm going to get you, you slippery f-ck!"
I hopped so quickly you couldn't believe it. My capture was inevitable now, but I could fight her off for as long as possible. It was definitely a new strategy to use in this game, but it worked for me at that moment in time. There was no looking back now. I had to get as deep into the forest as possible without hurting myself, but within 30 seconds I felt that same yank on my hair.
"Come along, Gangsta Jock!" Eva quickly pushed my knees out from behind me so I fell.
"Guhhh!" Drool plopped onto my chest when she did that, and Eva wrapped a new rope between my ankles and made sure it was taut before giving it a jerk to start dragging me. "GMMMMM!"
"Let's go for a walk back to the house. OK, Janie?" my sister-in-law said with an evil smirk.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I wailed while she began dragging me through the forest towards the yard.
"I have to give it to you, Janie! You are the most fun rabbit to catch in this game."
BZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTT! The buzzers went off to declare me the winner of the contest.
"HA!" I laughed even while in my prone position of being pulled along the forest floor.
"Well, sh-t. I'll cut you a deal. I'll give you 15 minutes to escape on your own before I free you."
It wasn't much of a deal, but it was still fair for her to give me my choice of earning my freedom before she simply gave it to me for winning the game. Without much control over things, letting Eva revel in dragging me back to the house seemed sensible and affable. The experience was not pleasing by any means, but it wasn't horrid either because she checked for stones before pulling a damsel through any spot. In truth, few Cool Girls were as genuinely careful and caring as Eva.
I sat there quietly picking at white rope knots after Eva removed the harness and waist rope. The removed ropes found a new home on my sister's body. Believe me, my escape skills were horrid, but anyone can escape simple rope bindings if they're given the time, space, and solitude to do it. Natural talents can escape faster and escape more complex scenarios. Honestly, simple bondage and being given time to escape alone before being released is actually very relaxing.
The Pole is quite the sight, a true classic of the Rondell family to the extent that my husband put one on our property, although no one ever saw him put the poles on either property. Long metal pipe contraptions of some sort are mostly buried underground so that this 8 foot piece of pipe is sticking out above the surface. It can be used to attach a clothesline; he has used it for a beacon light so people can safely walk from our house to the carriage house where his sisters live.
The Pole was now Lauren's new home for the moment. Eva untied my big sister's arms, wrapped them around the pole, and re-tied them with the pole between her arms and torso, which really is an incredibly uncomfortable position but a worthy punishment for defeat in the game. A harness and a standard waist-and-crotch followed along with new leg bonds to bring the total to seven for my tall, strong sister. She was completely trapped and loving it.
While this transpired, I slowly picked at my own bonds until I was unknotting the leg ropes using my own fingers. Last, but not least, I unknotted the bandana and pulled the rubber gag out of my mouth with an exaggerated popping sound. Playfully dangling the ball in front of Lauren's face and crouching down in front of her to kiss her on the forehead sealed my sneaky victory.
Eva cheerfully clasped her hands together, "Janie, pick out a gag for your beloved big sister!"
"I think I know what I want," I said with a smile and reached into the bag for some black tape.
"Need a sock?" Eva asked, being a big fan of total humiliation, and lifted up her leg.
"Not this time. I like the gag she has already and want to reinforce that."
"Oh… oy," Lauren looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye to confirm her enjoyment of this.
BRRAATTTTT! The tape sounded out when I pulled the first few inches off the roll. With a smile, I put the tape against my sister's lips and began wrapping it around her head. BRRATT! BRRATT! The tape continued winding and crushing until Lauren's face was totally squished around the rubber ball gag. BRRAATTTTT! BRRATT! I finally broke the tape, ending the gagging of the girl who frankly has done more than anyone else to make me remember my life does still have value. That's a good transition back to the blue mood with which I started.
That finished the binding and gagging of my older sister. I turned to Eva, and she curtsied. My mind started to drift, and with a sigh I pulled the bandana off my head. With concerted effort, I refolded the bandana so that the white side was more visible than the blue side and put the scarf back on myself as a headband. The blue mood had faded into the background after this joyous forest adventure. No, it wasn't magically gone, but the happy hormones were now ahead.
"Thank you for all you've done," I sat down next on Lauren's lap and gave her a tight hug.
"Seeing you so happy just makes me—" Eva cut herself off and rolled her eyes.
While Eva spoke, I looked up at her, and Lauren struggled in her tight bondage. A closer, deeper look into Eva's eyes resonated with me. My sister-in-law was too casual when the timer expired to end the game and didn't express her usual frustration at her loss or go into a rapid fire analysis of what she did wrong. Then it hit me: Eva lost the game on purpose. That's a perfect example of how much she loves me as both a friend and a sister-in-law.
"Why, you sneaky girl!" I pointed a finger at Eva. "I'll tie you and gag you and hug you."
"I think I'm needed indoors," she laughed and took off running.
And that's a fine place to end this happy story of sisterhood and friendship!
THE END
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Saturday, May 01, 2021
There are two TUG-themed games that my in-laws love playing: the "Forest Game" and "Forest Nerf War." The former requires TUGs at its very core; the latter routinely features TUGs as the punishment for defeat. In these next two tales, I am going to explore each of these games, which made appearances on a lovely spring weekend at the beginning of May. The Forest Game is one of my favorite games to play with my friends and family. I'm generally flexible, but I definitely prefer to be one of the so-called "Rabbits" that is trying to run away and hide.
The game is relatively simple with two roles: rabbits and foxes. The rabbits are at least partially bound and gagged and are given 5 minutes to go hide in the forest, and the "fox" has 5 minutes per person to find the rabbits! It's really easy, and the captives are called rabbits since typically the legs are bound, forcing them to hop! Since they're rabbits, the pursuer is a fox!
My sisters-in-law are the nastiest pair of foxes though. Eva is absolutely brutal with her victims, only for the strong, tough rope bunnies; Caleigh is the crafty one who will find the softest, most sensitive spots and exploit them until you're in tears of mixed joy and pain. Thankfully, this time I am getting to tell you a story that remains appropriate for a generic audience, as opposed to the usual dirty stuff that happens, especially with rough-and-tumble athletes like we all are.
"Guhhhhh!" I grumbled, dribbling slobber off my chin and onto my chest, "Thith heahing hool!"
"Gmmmm!" Lauren rolled her eyes because she liked ball gags for every possible reason.
"Oh, quit whining," Eva rolled her eyes, too, and gave me a hard spank. SMACK!
"GUuuhhhhhHHH!" my complaints continued with another syrupy blob falling off the gag.
"Shut up!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GMMMMMMMMM!" I was being an insufferable crybaby on that fine spring morning.
"Gosh, Janie!" she dumped me onto the grass, "Get your a$$ off the ground and get ready to go!"
I was really in a mood. It was obvious to all that I was depressed because of my outfit, but all of my whining was truly over the top. My split-color blue-and-white kerchief bandana was enough of a warning shot to most people who knew me; the blue sports bra and blue gym shorts, though, sealed the deal without a doubt for both of them. Worse, I had my blue crew socks and sneakers. Having a borderline personality pretty much means I can't control the hormones that control my mental state; it still means that I control my reactions though. I can't change that I feel sad, but I can choose to put on a smile and cope with hugs and affection. Both understood this even if Eva was putting on a mean-girl drill sergeant attitude at the moment for the sake of the game.
As quickly as Eva was yelling at me, she was there kneeling beside me and whispering words of encouragement in my ear, a simple "We're here for you, Janie," was all she said, but it gave me a smile and the desire to get up and resume the game. Years of maternal abuse slowly whittled me down until I was basically wired incorrectly, but thankfully there has only ever been one time in which I can say my own mental state scared me. Thankfully, since then, medication has been my constant ally in keeping out of the deepest of funks, but it can't stop days like today.
"All right, b-tches, you know your roles," Eva walked with swagger, "Are you ready?"
Lauren raised an eyebrow at Eva's crass mannerisms, but our captor had her desert camo bandana as a headband. The khaki ankle skirt and combat boots and the beige t-shirt and crew socks gave her a distinct presence that fired warning shots to the entire Rondell clan. Eva's blonde hair was in a long ponytail without her typical braid, and her blue eyes had a stern militant gaze in them.
My sister, like me, had her jet black hair in a long braid; unlike me, her braid was wrapped into a big bun. We stood out in the Rondell family with our dark brown skin tone, courtesy being a mix that resulted in us being two-thirds Native American. How proud I am of my Native blood! But I like to joke that the most Native thing about us is that we're Roman Catholic. Lauren had an all purple outfit: sneakers, quarter socks, gym shorts, sports bra, and bandana headband.
"Get going!" my sister-in-law ordered us to take off into the forest, and we quickly obeyed her.
"Gmmmmm!" Lauren and I turned and went hopping into the forest in separate directions.
With our wrists and elbows bound together behind our backs, we were thoroughly helpless. This was just the thing I needed when in a blue mood—to surround myself with nature and family and to get away from screens. That very well might be my favorite thing about TUGs: no devices are accessible when your hands are bound unless it's built into the game. Out here, it was just us out in nature. Maybe Lauren and I were trying to escape in a forest, but we were far from our Native ancestors with our harnesses, waist ropes, and four leg bonds each. It was all classic white rope, a good contrast against our skin and clothing. Two big girls—me 6'1" and Lauren 5'11"—were engaging in a classic Rondell warfare against the sweet 5'9" Eva.
Each hop saw a little slobber pour off my ball gag while I tried to hatch a plan to hide from Eva's clutches. I only had 15 minutes in which to stave her off—which felt like a lifetime. Out here in the big forested yard, Eva was really more like the Native who knew the land while Lauren and I were the interlopers who were easy prey. The big backyard was fully forested and fenced, so the danger of wild animals was minimized except for a rare sighting of a badger or a wolf.
The lush greenery felt so welcoming though, although my blue clothing and Lauren's purple had no chance of camouflaging out here with only trees, bushes, and wildflowers for cover. Far back in the forest, near the back edge of the big property, there was a well-built, small shanty that was the most foolish place possible to seek refuge. All I knew was that there was a timer taped to my body, a creation of my brother-in-law, that would set off a buzzer and a light after 15 minutes.
How could I hide, though, with my blue outfit? A little buzz told me that the initial five minutes had expired, which meant Eva was now free to enter the forest and look for us rabbits. Suddenly, my mind went back to that shanty in the forest. It was such an obvious place to look, and I knew of a thicket that wasn't far from it. Perhaps if I hid in that thicket and waited for Eva to pass by?
"Gmmmmm!" I suddenly encountered Lauren again in my exploration.
"Mmmmmm," she looked around, quite confused by the spring forest here in Minnetonka.
"Gmmph!" I did the rotten but clever thing and headbutted her so she fell to the ground.
Naturally, Lauren protested my treacherous actions that left her in danger. "GMMMMMMM!"
"Gooh hye!" I pathetically waved a hand behind me as I hopped away from her.
That was the oldest trick in the Unofficial Forest Game Handbook for certain, taught to me by none other than the queen of the forest game herself, Eva. The most fun part about this game was that it could be done in so many ways, like the times we played it in our sneakers, socks, and underwear… without any clothes! Such a trick was how Eva had won—and lost—many editions of the Forest Game with her older sister, her cousin, me, and even some of my friends.
Getting into the thicket was the hard part because it was a big quintet of conventional evergreen shrubs that had all grown together. The big blue Native American would have to hope that skin blending into the scenery would suffice because I'd be helpless against Eva if she saw me. But it was such a difficult game to win because you had to always stay ahead of your opponent. What made things harder was that the captives had to be brought back to the agreed point back outside the forest and near the house, normally the pole that… Oh, I'll describe it later!
Here in the shrubs, so little light filtered through that my drool no longer glistened from the sun's rays. The rubber ball was my least favorite gag of all, but I appreciated the humiliation of being a slobbering mess enough to permit ball gags of all kinds to be used to gag me. Hidden like this, I had a rare opportunity to try to use the branches of the bush to untie myself, as crazy as it might be to attempt such a thing under these circumstances. It wouldn't be the first time the winner was determined by her escaping the ropes! So many things to consider.
"GMMMMMMMMM!" I heard that distinct howl of Lauren getting captured.
"Behave yourself. Candy-ss crybaby!" Eva said with that militant domination and a few spanks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bzzt! The buzzer informed me that there were only 5 minutes left, and Eva was busy.
Lauren was down and out, and I felt a sinking feeling within myself. The "blue mood" told me it was a lost cause, that I should surrender, that Eva would have more fun tormenting Lauren, that I deserved to be tormented for my imaginary failings, and even that I was only loved as a playmate and not as a sister, friend, wife, and sister-in-law. I did the one thing I could: pray for strength to resist the thoughts that were driven by the chemical imbalances in my brain. Squirming against the ropes that bound and a slight whimper were my only physical responses to those things that even my medication could not suppress.
I could write paragraph after paragraph detailing all of my internal battles just during this game, leading up to this moment, but this was the time in which I finally found the strength to conquer. Deep down inside, I knew those thoughts weren't real, and I even forced myself to smile and to giggle quietly when a big blob of drool fell off my gag and landed on my lap. It was me and the birds out here in the forest with no other sources of noise except the breeze rustling the leaves.
Soon, Eva arrived with that classic swagger, and sure enough she took a gaze into the cabin like I expected. I closed my eyes for just a second, and soon enough her eyes turned towards the bush in which I was hiding. In an instant, my blood froze at the belief that my defeat was imminent as I knew Eva had the sharpest eyes in the entire Cool Girls' Club. She seemingly walked away for a moment, and I froze with the only movement being from my own drool forming and sliding off the rubber ball that gagged me. Then I felt that familiar grip on my braid.
"ACCCKKKK!" I shrieked while Eva yanked me out of the bush using my favorite instrument of TUG torture while branches cracked and that familiar pain shot through my body.
"Got you finally, you clever Indian Princess!" Eva said.
But then I did the one thing I could do: I head butted her and took off hopping. "NOOOOOOO!"
"Hey!" Eva yelped while falling onto the ground, "I'm going to get you, you slippery f-ck!"
I hopped so quickly you couldn't believe it. My capture was inevitable now, but I could fight her off for as long as possible. It was definitely a new strategy to use in this game, but it worked for me at that moment in time. There was no looking back now. I had to get as deep into the forest as possible without hurting myself, but within 30 seconds I felt that same yank on my hair.
"Come along, Gangsta Jock!" Eva quickly pushed my knees out from behind me so I fell.
"Guhhh!" Drool plopped onto my chest when she did that, and Eva wrapped a new rope between my ankles and made sure it was taut before giving it a jerk to start dragging me. "GMMMMM!"
"Let's go for a walk back to the house. OK, Janie?" my sister-in-law said with an evil smirk.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I wailed while she began dragging me through the forest towards the yard.
"I have to give it to you, Janie! You are the most fun rabbit to catch in this game."
BZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTT! The buzzers went off to declare me the winner of the contest.
"HA!" I laughed even while in my prone position of being pulled along the forest floor.
"Well, sh-t. I'll cut you a deal. I'll give you 15 minutes to escape on your own before I free you."
It wasn't much of a deal, but it was still fair for her to give me my choice of earning my freedom before she simply gave it to me for winning the game. Without much control over things, letting Eva revel in dragging me back to the house seemed sensible and affable. The experience was not pleasing by any means, but it wasn't horrid either because she checked for stones before pulling a damsel through any spot. In truth, few Cool Girls were as genuinely careful and caring as Eva.
I sat there quietly picking at white rope knots after Eva removed the harness and waist rope. The removed ropes found a new home on my sister's body. Believe me, my escape skills were horrid, but anyone can escape simple rope bindings if they're given the time, space, and solitude to do it. Natural talents can escape faster and escape more complex scenarios. Honestly, simple bondage and being given time to escape alone before being released is actually very relaxing.
The Pole is quite the sight, a true classic of the Rondell family to the extent that my husband put one on our property, although no one ever saw him put the poles on either property. Long metal pipe contraptions of some sort are mostly buried underground so that this 8 foot piece of pipe is sticking out above the surface. It can be used to attach a clothesline; he has used it for a beacon light so people can safely walk from our house to the carriage house where his sisters live.
The Pole was now Lauren's new home for the moment. Eva untied my big sister's arms, wrapped them around the pole, and re-tied them with the pole between her arms and torso, which really is an incredibly uncomfortable position but a worthy punishment for defeat in the game. A harness and a standard waist-and-crotch followed along with new leg bonds to bring the total to seven for my tall, strong sister. She was completely trapped and loving it.
While this transpired, I slowly picked at my own bonds until I was unknotting the leg ropes using my own fingers. Last, but not least, I unknotted the bandana and pulled the rubber gag out of my mouth with an exaggerated popping sound. Playfully dangling the ball in front of Lauren's face and crouching down in front of her to kiss her on the forehead sealed my sneaky victory.
Eva cheerfully clasped her hands together, "Janie, pick out a gag for your beloved big sister!"
"I think I know what I want," I said with a smile and reached into the bag for some black tape.
"Need a sock?" Eva asked, being a big fan of total humiliation, and lifted up her leg.
"Not this time. I like the gag she has already and want to reinforce that."
"Oh… oy," Lauren looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye to confirm her enjoyment of this.
BRRAATTTTT! The tape sounded out when I pulled the first few inches off the roll. With a smile, I put the tape against my sister's lips and began wrapping it around her head. BRRATT! BRRATT! The tape continued winding and crushing until Lauren's face was totally squished around the rubber ball gag. BRRAATTTTT! BRRATT! I finally broke the tape, ending the gagging of the girl who frankly has done more than anyone else to make me remember my life does still have value. That's a good transition back to the blue mood with which I started.
That finished the binding and gagging of my older sister. I turned to Eva, and she curtsied. My mind started to drift, and with a sigh I pulled the bandana off my head. With concerted effort, I refolded the bandana so that the white side was more visible than the blue side and put the scarf back on myself as a headband. The blue mood had faded into the background after this joyous forest adventure. No, it wasn't magically gone, but the happy hormones were now ahead.
"Thank you for all you've done," I sat down next on Lauren's lap and gave her a tight hug.
"Seeing you so happy just makes me—" Eva cut herself off and rolled her eyes.
While Eva spoke, I looked up at her, and Lauren struggled in her tight bondage. A closer, deeper look into Eva's eyes resonated with me. My sister-in-law was too casual when the timer expired to end the game and didn't express her usual frustration at her loss or go into a rapid fire analysis of what she did wrong. Then it hit me: Eva lost the game on purpose. That's a perfect example of how much she loves me as both a friend and a sister-in-law.
"Why, you sneaky girl!" I pointed a finger at Eva. "I'll tie you and gag you and hug you."
"I think I'm needed indoors," she laughed and took off running.
And that's a fine place to end this happy story of sisterhood and friendship!
THE END
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