Three Sisters Bond Over TUGs (ff/f, f/f, f/ff)

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Part 1 - Something In Common


Mia’s sisters Catalina and Renata giggled at the scene they had discovered. Mia was hogtied on her bed - toy handcuffs over sweatbands on her wrists, a handleless skipping rope around her ankles and joined to the cuffs.

Mia’s cheeks warmed and her heart quickened. “Uh... I was just...”

“Relax, Mia” Renata said, “We’re in no place to judge. I just wish you’d told us that you like tie-up games. We’d love to play with you, if you’ll let us.”

“Yeah, and it will make a refreshing change from me being the captive every time,” Catalina said, “because Ren will never let me tie her up.” She stuck out her tongue at Renata and got a swat on the bum in response.

“Wait, Cat, Ren ties you up?” said Mia, her brain catching up as her embarrassment declined.

“Yep,” Renata answered for her, “Sometimes I just leave her there for a while and see if she can escape...”

“I never escape,” Catalina muttered.

Renata continued, “Sometimes I tickle her, or spank her, or sit on her.”

“Playful spanking,” Catalina clarified, “Like when we used to get birthday spanks, remember? Not like our real spankings when we’re actually naughty.”

Mia was so amazed to hear about these games that she had almost forgotten her own present self-bondage, until she tried to move hair off of her face and found that her hand could not go where her mind directed. Catalina noticed, having experienced it herself several times, and tucked the offending hairs behind Mia’s ear.

“We use a safeword,” Catalina said, “If I genuinely need to stop the game, I say ‘marshmallows’. That way, I can complain and beg naturally without Ren worrying that I’m actually distressed.”

“Oh, good idea,” Mia said.

“So, what do you say, Mia? Are you up for it?” said Renata, eager to begin.

“Okay, I’m in,” said Mia. Renata smiled and Catalina did a little happy dance.

“Great,” Renata said, “First things first, you don’t need to be able to reach the quick-release switch on those handcuffs, because we can take them off for you.” She climbed onto the bed, as did Catalina, and unfastened the cuffs. Mia’s sisters each turned one of her wrists so that her hands were back-to-back, then one of them closed the cuffs again. It would be much harder to free herself now. She was also less comfortable.

“Are you alright, Mia?” Renata said, “You’re seeming pretty nervous.”

“I’m fine, thanks. I guess it’s just that this is new to me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll soon learn the ropes,” said Catalina, and tittered at her own pun.

[laz]

nice chapter good start of a story

[slavetickle]

I like this, hope to see more soon!

[CarouselCowboy13]

Good Start to the story

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Part 2A - Tickle Spots


Renata said, "I like to know everything about my captives. Things like... locations of all their most ticklish spots."

"Uh oh," said Mia, curling up her toes at the mere thought of it. Renata and Catalina smirked to each other, amused by her body's self-betrayal.

"Hmm, wherever should we start?" said Catalina. "How about... here." She momentarily wiggled a single fingertip in the centre of Mia's socked left sole, making her jump.

"Ooh, so sensitive," Renata said. She mirrored Catalina by wiggling a fingertip on Mia's right sole, making her squeak and tense up her body. "Aww, cute, she's bracing herself for the real tickling. Remember when you used to do that, Cat?"

Mia burst into laughter. All of a sudden, her feet were under sustained attack from twenty energetic fingers. The nerves of both her feet's heels, arches, balls and toes were all being triggered in rapid, unpredictable sequences and combinations. It was overwhelming. Mia began to rock, swinging her legs side to side.

"Hey, stop that." Renata smacked Mia's bum. Like her sisters, she'd inherited their mother's wide hips, so even with her cuffed hands partly in the way, there was still enough legging-clad butt cheek available for a slap. "You almost kicked my face."

"Sorry," said Mia.

"As punishment, now it'll be barefoot." She pulled off Mia's right sock and dropped it on the floor, and Catalina did the same with her left sock. Barefoot was coming anyway but this was a good excuse to bring it forward.

"Oh no. Please..."

Renata whispered in her ear, "You clearly like being tickled more than marshmallows, so we're gonna tickle you real good."

Mia scarcely had time to blush before Catalina announced "Tickle time!" and began five-fingered assaults on both of Mia's bare feet. Seconds later, the points of contact on each foot doubled to ten. Mia belly-laughed, panted, groaned and whined "Stoooop!", but moved her legs only as much as she could not control, in obedience to Ren's chastisement.

Renata and Catalina continued to tickle her vulnerable soles for several minutes, then gradually lowered the intensity down to a stop over a period of about thirty more seconds.

Catalina climbed off the bed and skittered out of the room.

Mia said, "Where's she going?" Renata didn't answer.

Catalina returned with a notebook and pen. She grinned and briefly showed Mia a page titled Cat's Tickle Spots, then climbed back on the bed and handed them to Renata.

"Thanks, Cat," she said, then turned to a fresh page and clicked the pen on. She spoke aloud as she wrote, so that the others knew what she was writing. She titled the page Mia's Tickle Spots, then she began two columns. On the left, she wrote Feet. On the right, she wrote 5/5. For the ticklishness score, she said it first and received a nod of agreement from Cat before writing it down.

She clicked off the pen and put it with the pad on a little bedside table. "Okay, that was a good start. Where shall we test next?"

Mia gasped in late realization. "Wait, you're rating my body parts' ticklishness?! You're really gonna tickle me again in another spot, and then another?!"

"We must, for science," said Ren.

"Yeah, science," said Cat.

Mia groaned and buried her face in the bed, her smile hidden.

[hafnermg]

For Science!!!! Can't wait for the next chapter.

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Part 2B - Ticklish Science


"Let's work up her body, systematically."

After some conspiratorial whispering, Mia was surprised to find her ankles being disconnected from her handcuffs. It soon made sense again when her sisters tied the loose ends of the rope to her headboard.

Renata wrote down Legs. Mia groaned and muttered something.

"Speak up, Mia," Renata commanded.

Mia obeyed. "I was regretting not wearing jeans. These leggings are going to offer no protection at all."

Catalina said, "We'll be the judge of that, missy. You're just our guinea pig. If you bias our observations, we might have to repeat the experiment!"

The two 'scientists' began stimulating their subject's nerves. Their fingers danced up and down her legs, quickly reducing her to fits of giggles and useless wiggles. They quickly found that digging in behind her knees made her squirm around a lot, and that light but persistent tickling in the middle of the back of her thigh reliably produced a continuous laugh, which soon forced her to pant for breath. "Nooo, please, mercy," Mia begged, but since there was no mention of a certain squishy, sweet snack item, her sisters were unrelenting.

After several minutes, they gradually slowed to a stop. "Okay, you're way more ticklish than Cat," Renata said, "Out of five isn't gonna cut it. I'll change feet to 8/10, because legs has got to be 10/10."

"I don't know," said Catalina, "Her feet were very ticklish too."

"Fine, 9 for the feet. Now, this position isn't good enough for upper body..." Renata uncuffed Mia's hands, moved them to over her head, and re-cuffed. With Catalina, they rolled the subject onto her back. Then Renata moved towards and past Mia's head, knelt near the foot of it facing along Mia's body, and sat back, pinning Mia's arms beneath her bottom and thighs. Catalina knelt straddling Mia and sat back onto Mia's own thighs, also facing Mia's upper body. Between the handcuffed wrists, headboard-tied ankles, and two curvy sisters sitting on her arms and legs, Mia could barely move.

"Uh oh," she said, "Feeling pretty vulnerable down here."

"Good," said Ren.

Catalina pulled up Mia's t-shirt, exposing her belly, and Renata wrote Belly. Then they began the next test. Catalina did more of the tickling this time, but Renata still could reach well enough to join in. The sisters tried gentle wiggling and gliding, as well as firmer digging in and shaking. For this spot, the latter seemed more effective. Even so, the laughter was not as strong and there was little breathlessness or panic.

"I'm thinking 4," said Renata.

"Hold on," said Catalina, "One more thing I want to try." She shuffled back a bit, brought her face down close to Mia's stomach, and blew a big raspberry right on her belly button. A shriek of laughter burst from Mia. Catalina raspberried her belly again in two more spots. The reaction was delightfully reliable. Catalina lowered her top again.

"Alright, I guess that pushes it up to 5."
"6?"
"Nah, it's a pretty high-effort form of tickling for a brief effect."
"Fair enough."

Next was ribs. Catalina and Renata tickled aggressively all over the front and sides of Mia's rib cage, drawing plenty of laughter, panting and pleas to stop. Especially powerful was the rib-counting game: "Oooonnneee," said Cat, tickling slowly but firmly outwards along both sides of her lowest rib, then she said, "Ttttwwwooo," as she repeated with the next, and after several torturous rib explorations she claimed, "Oh dear, your laughter distracted me, I lost count, I'll have to start over!"

"Nooooooooo!" cried Mia, the dramatic effect undermined by her residual laughter vibrating the Os.

Eventually, the sisters were done with that spot. "I reckon that's a solid 8," said Renata, "So far, the order is legs, feet, ribs, all close together, then belly trailing behind."

Finally, the sisters attacked her armpits. Renata did most of the tickling for this spot, but Catalina got a few tickles in too. There was some decent laughter but they didn't tickle there for very long. Mia's face looked like it hurt a little to tickle vigorously there. Plus, Mia had gotten a bit sweaty from the prolonged tickle torture.

Renata said, "Okay, let's call armpits a 4. So, feet-and-legs and ribbies for the win. We'll be sure to remember, Mia, ha."

"And I'm sure the scientific community would be grateful for our thorough research," Catalina said, "We are now world experts on the tickle response of the Mia subspecies."

"I'm a subspecies? That better be an upgrade from guinea pig, at least."

"You had fun though, right?" said Renata, grinning down at her.

Mia sighed, and reluctantly admitted, "Yeah, I had fun... Thanks."

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Really loving this story! Especially as one who loves tickling

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[milagros317]

Great story so far! Looking forward to more chapters.

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Part 3 - Tied and Tutored (f/f)


Catalina was at her bedroom desk trying to do her homework. Mia heard her sigh as she passed the doorway. She peeked her head into the room. "You okay, Cat?"

"Oh, hi, yeah... Just trying to do 'addition and subtraction of negative integers'. That's a lot of a big words for a math homework, and how can you take away a minus number? What's less than nothing?"

Catalina was looking very sorry for herself. Mia offered, "Need some help?"

"Yes, please."

Mia entered the room and approached her sister, an idea forming in her head. She placed her hands on Catalina's shoulders. "Sounds like you're tied up with a knotty little problem. Maybe if your body was restrained, your thoughts would be more agile."

Catalina smirked. "Couldn't hurt to try."

"That's the spirit." Mia kissed the top of her sister's head. "Now, why don't you show me what materials Renata has been using to tie you up?"

"On it." Catalina vanished from the chair and dived under her bed's dust ruffle, everything above her plump bottom disappearing from view.

Mia poked the left buttock with her toe.

"Hey," said the bed, in Catalina's voice.

The butt wiggled side to side as Catalina reversed. She dragged out a box and took off its lid. Sitting on the floor with her box of bondage stuff, she grinned proudly up at Mia.

Mia closed and bolted the bedroom door, then knelt down and rummaged through the box. "This is quite a collection. How...?"

"Renata found it in the basement when we moved."

Mia picked out a piece of soft, red rope and two black, leather bondage cuffs with a short, metal connector clipped to a d-ring of each.

"Stand up, by the side of the chair," Mia said, then she began to tie Catalina's ankles. She loosely wrapped the rope three times around both legs, then pinched the rope loops together between her ankles, fed the rope ends between her legs, wrapped them a couple of times around the pinched-together loops, and knotted the ends. She checked that the ropes weren't too tight; she could still get her finger between Catalina's ankle and the rope.

Mia moved behind Catalina and sat sideways on her desk chair. "Give me your arms," she said. Catalina complied, letting Mia fold her arms behind her back and begin fastening the bondage cuffs around her wrists. Since it was Mia's first time using the cuffs, it took her a couple of minutes to buckle them properly. The sight of the leather-cuffed parallel forearms was well worth it though, Mia felt. She took a temporary photo and showed Catalina the view. Catalina grinned.

Having returned to the chair, facing forwards this time, Mia patted her own thighs. "Take a seat," she said. Catalina squatted her bum down onto Mia's left thigh, scooted it back to more fully sit on Mia's lap, and finally pivoted to face the desk, swinging her bound feet around. With the extra elevation of sitting on her sister, the tops of Catalina's thighs brushed against the underside of her desk.

Mia wrapped her arms around Cat's waist and hugged her close. "This is nice," Mia said, "I'm glad we can play these kinds of games together."

"Me too," said Cat, "We still need to look at my homework though."

"Right, yes. What's the first question?"

Catalina read from the handout sheet that had been waiting on her desk: "2 + -3".
"Hmm, okay," said Mia, "So, you can do 2 + 3, right?"
"Sure, it's 5."
"Great, and can you do 2 - 3?"
"Sort of," Catalina said, "I think it's -1, but I don't really get it. How can it be less than zero?"
"Hmm, let's see, how can I explain? Maybe, suppose that you have 2 pieces of chewing gum left, and I steal them both. How many do you have then?"
"Well, zero, there's none."
Mia continued, "Then suppose I tell you that the next pack of gum you get, I'll take the first piece from that too. You already have none and now you've pre-lost another one."
"I guess, that doesn't seem very useful though."
"Fair enough. Let me think a moment."

The two sisters could feel the warmth of each other's bodies against their own. Catalina liked the way her folded, cuffed arms were sandwiched between Mia's torso and hers. She also noticed that Mia's soft thighs were comfier to sit on than the firm seat of the chair. Mia enjoyed feeling her sister's weight resting on her, and her sister's hair lightly tickling her face when she moved her head, and smelling her sister's pretty, subtle perfume.

Mia said, "Suppose a girl is sitting on a chair and we want to say how far above the seat of the chair her different body parts are. Her head might be 5 above the seat, her hips are only 1 above the seat, and her feet might be -5 above the seat, which is the same as 5 below the seat."

"I guess. Why would you need to do that though?"

"I don't know, Cat. I'm just trying to dream up something. For now, the point is that in math world, 2 - 3 = -1. So, let's get back to the real question, 2 + -3. Basically, if you see a plus sign and minus sign together like that, ignore the plus sign. Instead of x + -y, just do x - y, which in this case will give you the same answer we were just discussing." When Mia said x and y, she peered over Catalina's shoulder, reached forward with her right hand, and pointed at the corresponding numbers, still hugging Catalina's waist with her left arm.

"That's it?"

"Yep. Adding a negative is just subtracting, and you don't even have to remember it in those words; if the symbols are different, ignore the + and just use the -. That's all you really need to remember. It's probably the only time that focusing on negatives makes life easier."

"Thank you, that helps a lot."

"You're welcome. Now, how are we going to write down the answer?" They both giggled. Then Mia said, "Okay, stand up a moment. I'll be right back."

Catalina turned to the side and raised herself off of Mia. Mia was fetching her own desk chair from her room. She moved Cat's chair a bit to the left so that hers could go alongside it. The two girls now sat on separate chairs. Catalina's arms were still cuffed behind her back and her feet were still tied together.

Mia wrote down -1. The effortlessness of its two straight lines quietly amused her, because her sister was currently incapable of even that. Then she said, "Okay, question two. '4 - -6'."

Catalina frowned. After a couple of seconds, Mia's left hand gave a quick tickle to Cat's right side, making her jump and forcing a little smile. "Heeeyyyy," Cat whined, "Can't a girl hate math in peace?"

"It's not very hard, Cat. Like last time, there's a simple rule: if you subtract a negative number, ignore both minus signs and imagine a plus sign instead. It's just addition."

Catalina looked astonished. "So, it's just 4 + 6. It's 10... When—"

"I don't know, Cat. It's harder to explain than the last one." Mia wrote down 10. "But if the aim is to get your homework done, that's the secret. If you see + -, just do -. Focus on the negative. And if you see - -, just do +. Two negatives do make a positive, at least in math world."

"Thank you, Mia."

"You're welcome. Oh, but if mama tells you two wrongs don't make a right, don't bring this up. You'll probably get spanked for sass."

Catalina smirked. She suspected Mia was speaking from experience.

Mia looked at the rest of the homework sheet. "There's eight more questions, but you should now be able to solve them just fine." She began to stand up.

"You're not going to untie me, are you?"

"How will you write the answers?"

Cat looked disappointed. Mia lowered her bottom back onto the chair. Cat immediately perked up again.

"Fine, I'll stay," Mia said, "But I'm getting something out of it. Turn this way and put your feet in my lap." Catalina obeyed. Mia continued, "I'm going to tickle these bare tootsies while reading you the questions. When you get an answer right, there'll be a brief pause while I write it down. Every time you get an answer wrong, you'll earn yourself a spank on each cheek at the end. Understood?" Catalina nodded, grinning.

Mia began to slowly tickle Cat's soles with one fingertip. Cat started to squirm. Mia read the first equation, then suddenly Cat's feet were under attack from five rapidly moving fingertips. Mia held down Cat's bound ankles with her left hand and tickled with her right hand. Cat wriggled and laughed, and um-ed as she tried to grab hold of the answer with her neurons. She finally blurted out an answer.

"Nope, that's two spanks earnt. Remember the tricks I taught you."

Cat groaned and laughed and um-ed some more, then blurted another answer. The tickling stopped. Catalina took deep breaths while Mia slowly wrote down the answer. Then the tickles were back. As before, Mia started slowly then increased the intensity once Cat had heard the question.

This continued for about quarter of an hour. By the time Catalina's homework was completed, she was breathless and slightly sweaty but very happy. She had occasionally been tickled for longer but never for that long on one body part. Her soles still felt tingly even though they were no longer being touched, her hair was in her face, and she could feel that one of her bra straps had slipped off of its shoulder beneath her school blouse.

"That's the most fun I've ever had doing homework! Thank you, Mia. You and Renata are the best sisters ever."

"Aww, thank you. The fun's not over yet, you know. Each of your butt cheeks are owed eight spanks."

"You remembered that, huh?"

"Yep. And since this was math homework, I want you to count your spanks."

Mia picked up Catalina in a bridal carry fashion and set her down on the nearby bed, then rolled her onto her tummy. Catalina raised her hips to let Mia put the pillows underneath. The folded position of Cat's cuffed arms meant that her hands were not obscuring her butt. Mia stood at the side of the bed and rested a palm on the left buttock, preparing to spank it.

SMACK. Cat's penalty had begun. "One," said Cat. Mia brought her hand down firmly on the other side: SMACK. "Two. I was wrong, it's plenty ouchy enough through my pants." The sisters giggled together.

Mia continued slapping Cat's jiggly rear end. Cat kept declaring the numbers.

SMACK. Mia delivered the ninth of the sixteen spanks. "Ten." There was no way Cat had miscounted by accident, since the left buttock was always an odd number.

"Bratting, eh?" said Mia. "Very well, I'll start over from the beginning."

"Nooooo!" said Cat, melodramatically.

Mia shushed her. "If we're caught, we'll both get real spankings."

"No, we won't. They won't spank us for punishment for spanking each other for fun."

Mia nodded. "Fair point."

Then, SMACK. Cat's penalty restarted. "One," she said cheerily.

This time, Mia reached a sixteenth spank. SMACK! She delivered the final slap especially hard.

Catalina's hands instinctively tried to rub her bottom. The cuffs of course prevented it.

Mia removed the pillows under Cat's hips, untied her ankles, and finally released her from the cuffs. Cat climbed off the bed, gave her bum its delayed rubbing, then hugged her big sister. "Thanks, Mia."

Mia hugged her back. "You're welcome, and thank you too."

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Re. Part 3 - Tied and Tutored, I suspect the math conversation parts are putting some people off, so I've edited those bits to be red. If you are interested in my characters but hate math, you can now just skip the red parts.

[milagros317]

Re. Part 3 - Tied and Tutored, I suspect the math conversation parts are putting some people off, so I've edited those bits to be red. If you are interested in my characters but hate math, you can now just skip the red parts.

I am interested in your characters and I love mathematics, so I will go on reading the red typeface.

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Taco Aftermath (f/ff)

Renata, Mia, and Catalina had enjoyed some tasty tacos for dinner. After they had eaten, the three girls thanked their mother for cooking for them, kissed her cheek, and headed to their rooms. Before long, Renata poked her head into her sisters' rooms and gestured for them to come to her own. Clearly, a game was afoot.

There was a blanket draped across Renata's bed. "Lay down, Mia. Legs together, arms against your sides... Perfect." Renata wrapped Mia up snugly in the blanket, rolling her over repeatedly and hotching her back closer again before each roll. It took some effort and made both of them breathe heavily. At one point, Renata's hair dangled onto Mia's face, the tickly sensation making her squirm. Catalina watched cheerfully as her sister was mummified, wondering whether she was next.

She was. Renata spread out another blanket and repeated the process with Catalina. Then, she stood back and placed her hands on her hips to admire her work. Only Mia and Catalina's heads and necks at one end and feet at the other end were left exposed. In theory, the girls could simply unroll themselves, but with the two of them side-by-side, there was very little space to do so, at least without falling off the bed.

Renata yoinked her sisters' socks off. "Oi," Mia protested. "Uh oh," Catalina said, feeling like a ticklish clairvoyant. As Cat's powers foretold, the four vulnerable tootsies were soon under attack. Ren's long-nailed hands pounced on them, the fingers moving in rapid, spidery motions and jumping unpredictably from foot to foot, forcing pained giggles and comical wriggling from the two girls.

Next, Renata hopped up onto the bed and clambered over the two blanket mummies. She mentally decreed that the area between Mia and Cat's heads consider itself spacious enough to accommodate her backside. The area did its best to oblige, but Ren's hips were brushing against her sisters' heads and her legs out in front of her must have been resting on her sisters' arms. Everyone was chuckling together.

Mia perkily asked, "What now?" Renata smirked. Like her sisters, Renata had inherited their mother's curves. Unlike her sisters, she'd also inherited her mother's sensitive stomach. Brrmpf. The unexpected sound was right by their ears and startled them. After a few seconds, the smell reached their noses and their brains caught up with what had happened. Cat scrunched her face up. Mia said, "Eww," and tried to turn her head away. Ren laughed, saying, "Oh, you should see your faces right now. Priceless. I'm glad I don't hear anyone shouting 'marshmallows'. I knew you'd be good sports about this."

Renata twisted sideways so that her bum was pointed at Catalina. Parp. Cat announced, "Gross," then feigned a gagging sound to underline it. Renata twisted around the other way, her legging-clad butt cheek touching Mia's face cheek. Thworp-worp. Ren said, "Ooh, that was a bubbly one!" Mia scrunched her face, blushed, turned her head towards the other side, and even did a little cough. She refrained from verbalizing her olfactory discomfort though, not wanting to let the fart air into her mouth.

The door opened. Everyone's hearts pounded at the realization that nobody locked it. Isabella wandered in, rubbing her belly and holding a box of pills. "Renata, dear, do you need a..." She looked up and saw Ren sandwiched between her blanket-wrapped sisters. A faint, eggy smell was lingering in the room. "Maybe in a bit, mama," said Renata, "Um, we were just, uh..."

Isabella chortled, suddenly understanding the information from her eyes. "Oh dear, that's hilarious!" She composed herself enough to enquire, "Catalina, Mia, honeys, I must check, you have agreed to be in this situation, yes? Your sister is not bullying you?"

Mia reassured her, "Yeah, we agreed to get wrapped up, mama. The gas was a cheeky surprise, but it's all in good fun, we don't really mind." Catalina echoed, "Yep, we agreed. It's a little stinky down here, but it's just a game, it's fine."

Isabella laughed again, then teased, "You'd better hope I don't join in. My tummy is also a little activated at the moment."

After their mother left, Renata didn't bother locking the door. That ship had sailed. She gave each of her sisters a couple more whiffy poots.

Then, Renata helped her sisters to unroll from the blankets without falling off the bed. "Thanks, Ren, that was... oddly fun," said Mia. "Yeah, I strangely enjoyed myself too," Catalina confirmed. The three girls smiled and giggled together and exchanged hugs and cheek kisses.

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Renata Overcomes Her Anxiety (ff/f)

1. Agreeing Her Terms

Renata had played many TUGs with her sisters, first Catalina then also Mia, but she'd never once been on the receiving end of the shenanigans. The thought of being bound and vulnerable made her heart pound and palms sweat, but would it really be as scary as she imagined? Her sisters seemed to be fine with it, although that didn't oblige her to feel the same. But was she missing out on some fun experiences? Her sisters were empathetic, honest people. If she told them her concerns and specified what she thought she could handle, they'd respect her terms. And if they didn't, well, at least she could snitch on them and get them spanked.

Renata slipped into Mia and Catalina's bedroom. They were sharing while Cat's was redecorated. Renata crawled under Cat's side of the bed, which was just Cat's bed but right next to Mia's, and extracted the box of secret stuff. She fished out a jacket with exceptionally long sleeves and a whole belt factory's worth of buckles. Cat's eyes lit up and she said, "The straitjacket. Finally. Who are you going to put it on?"

"Well, about that question, I wasn't planning on putting it on anyone."

The sisters looked puzzled. Mia offered, "You want to watch one of us put it on the other?"

"No, that wasn't it either."

Mia slowly realised what Renata was trying to confession. "Really? Are you sure, Ren?"

Cat gasped as she suddenly caught on. "No way, you're going to let us straitjacket you? Damn, Ren, you really jump in at the deep end."

Renata just blushed, not knowing how to reply. Mia glared at Catalina, thinking she might have put Renata off.

Eventually, Renata said, "I was thinking, you girls are always great sports when I tie you up, despite me often cheekily harassing your senses while you're helpless, and it's not dead fair of me to expect that of you, even though you have fun too, if I'm not willing to occasionally play the other role..."

Mia and Catalina tried to hold expressions of uncritical attentiveness, patiently waiting for Renata to complete her explanation. Like hunters waiting for a perfect shot, the two internally eager girls knew that a premature or ill-considered sentence could frighten and wound the prey instead of turning it into a feast, benefitting no-one.

"I found an old notebook where I'd drawn myself in a straitjacket. I figure that it seems a cozy kind of bondage. If we are going to do it, that's probably the way I'm most comfortable with. Now, let me be clear," -- Renata's usual confidence and assertiveness were starting to return -- "you are not to tickle me, slap my bottom, fart at me, or do any other unagreed mischief. This is just me vibing in a straitjacket while chilling with my sisters. Understand?"

Catalina nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, Ren," Mia said, "No funny business, I swear. I won't try anything, and if Cat does, I'll smack her ass for you."

"Hey!" said Cat, and frowned at Mia, but then said to Renata, "But I promise too, I'll be on my best behaviour. Mia will have no excuse to swat my butt."


(Hope you enjoyed the first half of this episode.)

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2. Trust In Her Sisters

Mia and Catalina helped Renata into her straitjacket. Soon, the sleeves were wrapped around behind her and the various straps had been tightened and buckles fastened. Renata's cheeks flushed a little as Mia passed a strap between her thighs and secured it to the jacket at the top of her ample buttocks, but Ren was wearing loose, thick, denim jeans, so it didn't feel too weird for either of them. The buckles could accept padlocks but realistically Ren was not getting free without help anyway.

Renata sat on the edge of a bed, wrapped up snugly in the straitjacket. Cat asked, "Can I brush your hair?" Ren nodded. Cat and Mia sat behind Ren and took turns gently brushing her long, dark, soft hair. It was relaxing for both brushee and brushers and everyone was quietly smiling, enjoying each other's company.

Mia enquired, "Perhaps makeup next?" Ren agreed. Cat carefully applied foundation, then Mia got to work on Ren's eyes, demonstrating her precise hand and aesthetic sense as she well-employed mascara, eyeliner, and some subtle eyeshadow, making Ren's eyes really rather striking. Cat contributed a little lip gloss. The sisters admired their straitjacketed sister's beauty and their own success at maximising it.

Mia took a photo and showed Ren. "Wow," Ren said, smiling at the pretty, restrained lady in the picture, "Thanks, girls, nice work. And this was a lovely time. Surprisingly, after the first minute or so, I didn't even feel at all anxious not having use of my arms." Mia and Cat gave their straitjacketed sister a hug. The trio sat and chatted for a while before releasing Renata from the jacket. Wearing it felt so natural and cozy that she was almost taken by surprise when Mia began unbuckling it, reminding her that she had been contentedly bound all this time.