The Christmas Package (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Annie and Me: The Christmas Package
Friday, December 22, 2023

Every December, my little sister worked as a seasonal package runner for a company known for its fleet of brown trucks. The rendezvous point where she would meet the truck driver was just across the street from my apartment complex, so she would frequently come here afterwards if I was going to be home that evening, especially once she was on her winter break, whether from high school or, in the case of this story, college.

Since this was likely her last day going out on the truck until after Christmas and a Friday, Papa gave her permission to spend the night here with me. Papa knew about the TUGs I played with my mother and my friends, and he knew that Annie got into the games too. The rule was that he and my younger brother not be exposed to these games. That was easy to do because of love for them. As my brother found solace and escaped the sorrow of their mother's death by playing for the school football team, Annila found it in playing TUGs with me and my mother. It's unusual and beautiful how my mother became Papa's first and third wife, while he's her only husband.

I readied for Annila's arrival by dressing like a naughty gangster of some sort with bandanas and layered clothing to create a look that was appropriate for both me and the game. My blue jeans were a normal sight for me, as was the rest, really, but it felt a bit more gangster-style to wear a pink short sleeve t-shirt over my black turtleneck shirt. My kerchief bandana had a pink interior and a black exterior on its floral paisley field. Black socks and pink canvas sneakers were quite commonly seen because I have canvas sneakers in nearly every color imaginable.

Annie struggled at times because of the sorrow of losing her mother so young. My mother was a good influence for her and knew how to love like a mother after living with me alone for nearly 20 years, but she knew she wasn't Annie's mother. Coming here and being with me gave Annie a space where she could be with her own flesh and blonde and understood as a young adult. I gave her a key to the apartment so she could come over anytime she needed to escape.

"Hi, Sammy," Annie said with a sigh when she entered the apartment where I was alone.
"Hello," I said cheerfully, "You sound really tired."
"I am," she smiled despite the exhaustion and sweat, "You want to play a game?"
"Only if you wish to play with me," I masked myself with a black bandana, "I am an evil bandit."
"The Christmas Bandit is infamous," Annie added her own ideas, "for layering cords and tapes."
"Yes, and she is known for targeting people at their sweatiest, like runners after a 10 mile jog."
"Or package runners after a long day of making deliveries," my sister said with sparkling eyes.
"Unsuspecting young college girls who live off campus walk into their home," Annie said, taking off her shirt to reveal a brown sports bra and a body soaked in sweat, "and are roped and taped."
"Indeed," I responded, finding a piece of my brown rope, "And gagged with their sweaty socks."

There are no ways to describe how Annie admires me. She has adopted a version of my sense of style as hers, such as her love for bandanas, jeans, t-shirts, and running sneakers. She's a rower as I was and is attending university thanks to a generous rowing scholarship like I did. My younger half-sister is but three inches shorter than me, but she has blue eyes whereas mine are green. Her hair has darker brown highlights than mine, but we're both platinum blonde with a shiny, silvery, grayish tinge to it that shows our Finnish paternity. My hair is shinier, and hers is lighter. Both of us have our hair in braids, although her scrunchie is brown while mine is black.

Her brown floral paisley bandana headband is a nod to her employer, and her running sneakers match the bandana, the sports bra, and the long-sleeve t-shirt she removed. Blue jeans and white crew socks are typical for either of us, and her style is quite cute. Annie is not muscular, but she is not gaunt like I am either. Indeed, both of us are ideally trained for rowing and the repetitive, strong motions needed for the sport, and that's why I'm considered one of the most difficult Cool Girls to defeat in a wrestling match even if I can't lift as much weight as many others.

Now I am going to warn you that this story will go into tons of roleplay dialogue between us.

"No one knows what the Christmas Bandit desires." I continued the game. "She binds but never does she steal." I then took a rope and began binding Annie's wrists together behind her back.
"It's a mystery!" Annie now had a wry smile on her face. "Is she even a bandit or just a creep?"
I thought for a second. "The Christmas Bandit would more aptly be called the Christmas Binder."
"Alas, she's the Christmas Bandit, and she's a cruel person," my sister said, testing the first rope.
"And now she has entered your own home and is binding you," I continued the roleplay.
"Who are you?" Annie then pretended to whine while I tied her arms above the elbows. "Stop!"
"My name doesn't matter, my lovely damsel-in-distress." I chortled at her resistance, "HA HA!"
"Untie me, you bad woman!" The package runner was becoming a package herself.
"My dear," I said, knotting the rope, "I never listen to young women while capturing them."
"No! You're the Christmas Bandit, aren't you?!" My sister turned around and tested her bonds.
"Unfortunately for you, I am indeed the Christmas Bandit, and you're the Christmas Package!"
"What will I do?!" Annie backed away from me, discovering just how tightly I had tied her arms.

At the moment, I remembered my shock when my mother first suggested that I should share my love of TUGs with Annie, especially since Annie was grieving her mother's sudden, rapid death from cancer, but what a relief it was for me when Annie enjoyed this new game. From the day I met her, I was the true personification of all the things Papa had told her I was. The story of my separation from Papa for 14 long years does not need to be told right now, but during that time I had no contact with him or the family he had from his new marriage. Friends told him about my adventures, my growth in faith, my love for Momma, my rowing skills, and more, and Momma also continued to keep in secret contact with the man I blindly hated despite the transformation he had experienced since I had last spoken with him. He told Annie all these things, and soon I became a person she desperately wanted to meet, to know, and to cherish as a big sister.

"I know what you will do." I grabbed her by the arm and pointed to a wooden bench. "Sit down."
"You're a bad woman!" Annie obeyed with feigned disgust in her voice, "A really bad woman."
"You have not seen just how bad I can be!" I chortled like only a true villainess can.
"Untie me, you vagabond!" My sister complained while rope snaked around her ankles.
I shook my head. "The Christmas Bandit would not succeed if she listened to her captives!"
"You ARE bad!" She watched me cinch and knot the rope and swatted me with her bound arms.
"I tire of your resistance," I calmly said, forcing her to stand once again, and starting a harness.
"I tire of your ropes and gags and wickedness." Sweet Annie—such a clever girl—sneered at me.
"Who said anything about gags?" Now I wanted to dive into more Christmas Bandit lore.
"Everyone knows how you always gag your victims with their sweaty, rancid socks and tape."
"My dear," I paused to wrap rope above and below her boobs, "You have read correctly, but I am an artisan of binding and gagging." I cinched the rope through her armpits while she squirmed.
Annila fought the ropes. "What's that mean? Why do you do this? Why is it so tight?!"
"You are young and will ask 'Why?' more in your life." I made a 'V' between her boobs.
"Answer my questions!" The captive insisted while I knotted this new rope.
"You ask 'Why?' repeatedly, and I ask 'Why not?' Because I like it," I began a waist rope.
"What?! You just get sick kicks out of binding and gagging innocent women?!" How beautifully my little sister feigned shock, "Paha nainen, joka sitoo ja suukapulaa avuttomia tyttöjä!"
"It's a thrilling hobby." I tightly cinched the rope to hold her arms tightly against her body.

At moments like this, with games like this, it seems hard to fathom Annie is an adult now. More than an adult, she's a college student with her strengths and struggles who is humble enough not to boast of her strengths and to ask for help with her struggles. She makes mistakes and fails like I do even if she fails much less frequently. Now, I am strong, and she is struggling. How strange it was to meet Annie when she was already a teenager, and how glad I am that I chose to forgive.

"You are feisty," I said, observing Annie's motions and forcing her to take a seat once again.
"And you're the Christmas Bandit! You didn't think I'd surrender, did you?" She was so defiant!
"I am!" I proudly whipped out another rope and wound it around her legs below the knees.
"You hide behind your bandanas, but I will never forget those green eyes!" Annie spoke from the heart, perhaps unintentionally alluding to when all she knew of me were videos and photos Papa received. "I'll get out of this, and I'll track you down and tie you up and gag you and spank you!"
I nodded in acknowledgement of this desire for a revenge roleplay. "May your wish never come true!" I cinched the rope tightly between her legs and knotted it well. "I am now in command!"
Annie watched helplessly while I wrapped another rope above her knees, "Why do you do this?"
"You do ask so many questions, but I love answering them. Because I like it!"
"What is wrong with you?!" The captive understandably failed to understand my strange desires.
"My sweet, you and your socks are sweatier now than when you walked into this apartment."

Annie gulped and watched while I silently wrapped the rope around her strong thighs repeatedly, cinched it, and knotted it tightly. She fidgeted a little and looked at her feet, realizing that soon I would be removing her sneakers from her feet in order to amplify the situation. She blushed just a little before smiling and regaining her excitement while continuing to pretend to dread my plan for her immediate future. Everyone has certain things that make TUGs more enjoyable for them.
Naturally, she chose to continue playing off my words after I knotted this new rope.

"Why do you care about my socks or how much I'm sweating?" Annie chose to challenge me.
"Because this is what I do." I started untying her shoelaces with a smile hidden by my bandanas.
"What are you doing?" The clever youth showed her humor. "You want to smell my insoles?"
"You smell them instead." I quipped and pushed the sneaker up to her nose.
"Ewww, no." She closed her eyes, scrunched up her nose, and turned away. "You do it for me."
"I don't think so," I responded and withdrew the sneaker before pulling off her socks, "Open."
"Nmm mmm," my sister shook her head, closed her mouth, and adored me with sparkling eyes.
"Open your mouth," I gently grabbed Annie's braid at the base of her head and held the socks as close to her mouth as I dared, "I will get these yummy delights inside your mouths somehow."
Annie grimaced and opened her mouth while her eyes glowed with happiness. "All right."
"Eat up, my sweet," I said, pushing the discolored, sweat-soaked cotton into her mouth.
"Nmmmmm," she whined while her socks pushed deeper into her mouth, muffling her speech.
"The Christmas Bandit rides again."

I took a classic red bandana and folded it into a strip that I pulled between her jaws before tying a tight single knot. I paused for a moment before pulling on the single knot a second time and then tying the second knot. Annie let out a grunt and then gave me her first happy squeal, giving me a little assurance that she was still enjoying the game on a personal level. Indeed, she looked at me and winked to let me know that I was indeed playing my part as kidnapper to perfection. Annie had a fascination with these kinds of roleplays—bandits and spies in particular—where dialogue was as important as the binding and the gagging, and she spread that love to others as well.

Annila stamped her bare feet on the hardwood floors, testing the intensity of the ropes that bound her. She seemed quite satisfied with the complete package and tried to whip me with her braid, a trick she learned from me and which I learned from my friends when I was her age. How joyful she was even if she was bound and gagged. We were bonding through worldbuilding, but how I love my sister beyond these silly games. In church, in sports, and in the quiet moments, we love one another as siblings ought. How much joy it brings us to be in each other's life!

"Now." I smiled brightly under my mask, my own eyes glowing, "I will fully silence you."
"Eeeeeeeeeee," Annie playfully whined when she saw the green electrical tape in my hand.
"You will be grateful for this in due time." My ominous words hung in the air while I wound the tape around her head, layer upon layer, four times, to seal her lips. "Now you are quiet, my dear."
"Mmmmmmm," she quietly grunted into the gag, quite stifled by her socks and the tape.
"But I am not finished." I put her sneaker over her nose and wrapped the tape four more times.
"Nmmmmm!" My captive squirmed in my grasp and tried to hop away when I broke the tape.
"Sit down on the bench." My next order was sternly given after I broke the tape, "Now!"
Annie gave me her sweetest puppy eyes before complying. "Gmmmmm…"
"Excellent," I chortled again, flashing a roll of red electric tape, "HA HA! You are doomed!"
"Mmmmmmm…" Annie watched me begin rolling the tape around her body. "MMMMMM!"

I encased Annie's trunk from her shoulders down to her waist except for her boobs because I felt that made the tape squeeze a little too uncomfortably in some regards. What mattered to me was that I would still have access to her wrists for some fun because I was far from done with binding her. Without breaking the tape, I made Annie lie on her stomach on the bench and wrapped tape around her and the bench, securing her torso to the wooden seat with ease. In keeping with my theme, I grabbed white tape and wrapped her thighs to the bench as well.

"GMMMMM!" My sister kicked her legs up and down, unaware that those were my next target.
"The Christmas Bandit knows no mercy!" I laughed again, wrapping a rope between her ankles.
"Gmmmm mmmm mmmmmm!" Now, Annie displayed the fullness of roleplay in her behavior.
"Poor little girl. I hope your housemates find you soon! MUAHA HA HA HAAAAAA!"
"Mmmm!" Still, my captive fought even as I hogtied her—See why I didn't tape her hands now?
"Indeed, my dear," I taunted her, pulling the rope between her wrists and pulling it tightly before I repeated the loop—ankles to wrists—several times, cinched it well, and knotted it. "HA HA!"
"Gmmmm!" Annie struggled, but the tape and hogtie held her firmly in place. "Mmmmmm!"
"You belong to me now, my dear," I said, showing her two pieces of twine of different lengths.
"Hm hmmmm!" Nevertheless, she fought, even as twine wrapped around her big toes.
"Go ahead. Waste your strength. You can't escape," I taunted her while continuing the binding.
"Mm m hm gm hm hm, mmm mm m hmph hm hmmm!" The sweet captive threatened me.
I knotted the twine and began attaching the second strand to her braid. "Keep entertaining me, young lady. Soon you will know the true delight of tasting and smelling your own de-feet."
"GMMMMMM!" How Annie howled when I pulled her braid and looped the twine around her big toes, truly leaning into her role as captive now. "GMMMM MMMPH MMMMMMMMM!"

The twine had been intricately worked into the braid so that it wouldn't slip. Like the hogtie, the twine wound back and forth from Annie's toes to her braid before I then wrapped the twine about the line, cinching it shut, looped it around her toes, and went to her ankles, forcing her feet into a dichotomy between bending one way towards her knees or the other way towards her head. This was perhaps the most intense binding I had ever personally performed on my sister, although she has engaged in similarly intense games with one of our mutual friends.

"Annie," I broke character for just a moment, "Please tell me you're still OK."
"Mmm hmm," she forced herself to nod despite the painful hair tie and winked at me.
"Then I must continue." I became the Christmas Bandit, once again. "I hope you like tickling."
"Nmmmm! Nmmmm!" How forcefully Annie shook her head in eager anticipation!
"The Christmas Bandit loves tickling."

What a joy it is to engage in tickle torture though! Nothing compares to tickling because it is so exhausting yet so mundane. It is such a simple thing, the act of using the fingers to antagonize a captive into fits of strong, forced laughter. In this case, I could only access the soles, but it was a piece of Christmas Bandit lore now. Poor Annila Räänta had no choice but to laugh and laugh as much as I wished her to laugh—for as long as she was able to laugh. That is the primary thrill of being tickled. You cannot stop it, and you laugh and laugh until laughing hurts. The body has to react though, so you keep making the laughter motions even though you cannot do so effectively any long, and you chuckle instead. Even chuckling becomes too hard, and you groan in pain due to the forced muscle contractions. How much it is to give it and to receive it though!

Annie cannot move much because of the bench, hogtie, and hair tie. Indeed, she kicks her legs in and out, jerking on her braid, but side to side motion is impossible. Her thighs and torso are rigid because of the bench. Her feet are stringently restricted because of how I wrapped the twine. In a moment like this, helplessness is like a drug, and the sweaty, nasty socks in Annie's mouth and the sneaker over her nose provide extra sensory overload. She is overwhelmed with toe cheese. Tickling her forced her to receive extra large doses of toe cheese, but she enjoys it like I do.

"HA HA HA HAAAAA!" All Annie could do was laugh and laugh.
"My dear," I chortled at my wickedness, "HA HA! I always torment my victims before leaving."
"Nmmmmmm! Nmmmm!" She wailed when she jerked on her braid as a result of the tickling.
"You are helpless. Enjoy that toe cheese, my sweet. Oh, how I enjoy this! Don't you?"
"HA HA HAAAAA!" She could only gag talk. "Nmmph! Nmmph! Nmmph! Nmmph!"
"What is this, my beautiful captive?" I stopped for a moment and listened with mock concern.
"Nmmph! Nmmph! Nmmph! Nmmph!" Annie repeated the quadruple grunt.

I will leave on this note—the CGC rule of four. Annie had had enough tickling and wanted me to stop. This is how TUGs work, with love, honor, and respect being virtues of the game. The tickling had exhausted Annie, and I left her to struggle for 30 minutes while I called a friend to talk. This is how we play our TUGs. Soon, we would be scheduling our next roleplay!

Annie, I love you!

THE END

[Costam0]

Are you accepting requests? You write a lot

[AlexUSA3]

Are you accepting requests? You write a lot

I'm certainly least willing to listen to suggestions! There's no guarantee that I'll make a story out of it, but I'll listen.

[Costam0]

I thought about somwthing more lighthearted a bit to try

14 years old girl was home alone in white raincoat and pink culottes and barefoot. Suddenly she hears something and cames face to face with two masked robber who thought home was empty.

One of them quickly handgags her. She is tied up to chair hands behind back ankles together and gagged with cloth. They also pull hood from her raincoat over her head without covering her hair just like in picture. They decide to change their plans and instead of robbing house they decide to take her hostage so her parents would pay up ransom.

But then German Shepard appears and starts barking. At first robbers want to shoot him but girl stops them and lie that it is her dog. So she is untied and ungagged and she lets dog into the house and closes dog in another room while being hold At gunpoint by robbers. She is then retied and regagged and closed by key in her room.

But then dog who managed to escape the room and run outside appears and gives her a scissors by half open window. She grabs them and starts using them to free herself but then hears door being unlocked so she try to hide them but drops them under waredrobe under process and is unable to retrieve it. Then robber grabs something and leaves.

Girl is despaired thinking that she lost her only chance to escape but then dog using the fact that door to her room was now open runs in and starts to chewing ropes. Then dog hears one of robbers returning and runs away again. Robber ungags her and tells her that he discovered that dog escaped room nad asks where he is. She lies that she do not know so he regags her and leaves.

Then the dog appears again and chew up the ropes around her wrists. She removes her gag and untie her ankles and finally remove hood from her head. She thanks dog patting it on head and they escape by window. Then she see police arriving and she discovers that dog was working on police to catch the robbers

What do you think?

[AlexUSA3]

I thought about somwthing more lighthearted a bit to try

14 years old girl was home alone in white raincoat and pink culottes and barefoot. Suddenly she hears something and cames face to face with two masked robber who thought home was empty.

One of them quickly handgags her. She is tied up to chair hands behind back ankles together and gagged with cloth. They also pull hood from her raincoat over her head without covering her hair just like in picture. They decide to change their plans and instead of robbing house they decide to take her hostage so her parents would pay up ransom.

But then German Shepard appears and starts barking. At first robbers want to shoot him but girl stops them and lie that it is her dog. So she is untied and ungagged and she lets dog into the house and closes dog in another room while being hold At gunpoint by robbers. She is then retied and regagged and closed by key in her room.

But then dog who managed to escape the room and run outside appears and gives her a scissors by half open window. She grabs them and starts using them to free herself but then hears door being unlocked so she try to hide them but drops them under waredrobe under process and is unable to retrieve it. Then robber grabs something and leaves.

Girl is despaired thinking that she lost her only chance to escape but then dog using the fact that door to her room was now open runs in and starts to chewing ropes. Then dog hears one of robbers returning and runs away again. Robber ungags her and tells her that he discovered that dog escaped room nad asks where he is. She lies that she do not know so he regags her and leaves.

Then the dog appears again and chew up the ropes around her wrists. She removes her gag and untie her ankles and finally remove hood from her head. She thanks dog patting it on head and they escape by window. Then she see police arriving and she discovers that dog was working on police to catch the robbers

What do you think?

It's certainly a clever idea, but it's not the kind of story that I'd be good at writing. Stories like The Christmas Package are my style.

[Costam0]

If so then do you know anybody who could write it? I am new here

[AlexUSA3]

If so then do you know anybody who could write it? I am new here

Post it in the "Story Requests for Everyone" section. Someone will take you up on it for sure!

[Costam0]

No offence yet I tried and only reply I get is that I must find some author making stories and ask them directly. Can you tell me do you know someone who makes similiar stories?