Game Night Surprise (F/F)
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Game Night Surprise (F/F)
Friday, December 10, 2021
You have to find what you're good at and what you like, right? You just have to do that. You do it or go through life miserable. For me, it’s soccer and camera management; for Liz, it’s rowing and weather forecasting; for some it's knitting; ummm, some are good cooks or awesome golfers or the best at just sounding absolutely amazing while bound and gagged. Yeah, I said that!
Come on, don’t be shocked! You came here to read that, didn’t you? Surrrrre! Admit that you agreed with me. This story is about a game night that turned to TUGs. I have friends I just absolutely lovvvvvve to death, and this is my perspective of some of them over a game of virtual Mario Kart that devolved into hilarity and sisterhood of the absolutely best kinds. I am speaking of my two distinct, overlapping circles of friendship: the Cool Girls’ Club and the Bondagettes of Pod F. Both groups are totally awesome. Seriously. Just trust me on this.
Disclaimer: My and twin I never spent time in prison, unlike most of the Bondagettes.
Game night is awesome, and twin power is unstoppable. Completely. With twins, it's two becomes one and one becomes two. It might even apply to zombie twins. Whatever. What you need to put down some notes, man. Write those notes. You need to remember Liz and Leah Ralston’s Rules of Twinning and How to Handle Twins for Dummies.
On game night, twin power is nothing and everything. Liz and I are an unstoppable tandem for a round and then become each other's most powerful nemesis for the next. It's incredible and so much fun. When TUGs get mixed into the games, it becomes breathtaking. Like, I sometimes get on my computer just because I want there to be TUGs. Seriously. Now try taking on Gangsta Twin energy. Oh, right, you can’t because we rock. Boo sucks to you.
“Take that, Millie!” I cackle while using Mario Kart star power to hurl her off a cliff.
“You are malevolent!” Emilia is absolutely charmed by my prowess at this game.
“Gmmmmmm!” my and Liz’s living footrest squirms while making muffled gag talk.
“Look at her eyes. She's in goddess mode,” at least our friend Felice is appreciative of my verve.
“Leah deserves to be hammered,” Liz pushes a big rusty nail into my self-inflated blimp.
“I could stand to be hammered,” Jackie coyly intimates that her work day royally sucked.
“Now, Jackie, you don't mean that,” Jenny Randaccio is such a sweet girl.
Picture it. We're playing virtual Mario Kart. We have our game screen, and we have these little panels to see each person. Down in the lower left corner, I watch Jackie smile already just from those few words of confidence. Jenny has star power of the real kind. She's angelic, and I want to win so I can order the capture of both her and Jackie. For love’s sake. 100%
I love some of my friends so much it’s not funny. I’m the quieter, more reserved twin, but I am the twin with a dominant streak as well. Liz has learned not to push me too much unless there’s a desire to have a good time because I’ll jump her and wrestle her, win or lose, to decide the captive and captor, but I like being the captor more than being the captive. Jackie deserves such an opportunity to relax. She doesn’t know that if I win she’ll spend the whole night tied up. That’s a treat for her, although for Jenny it’s perhaps more common. Both will love it.
Jenny is only so adorable because she’s Jenny. She’s sweet as honey, stands at only 5’1” as my former track star teammate in college, and has her blonde hair in the cutest braid you’ve ever seen. Right now, she has a pink camouflage bandana headband; it is super gangsta from the girl known as Gangsta Princess for all good reasons. Seriously? Pink camo? Cute! I have bandana envy really bad because I look awful in earthen tones, and she looks totally awesome in just about everything. I want to see her husband rope her up.
Jackie, like many Bondagettes, works as a guard in the same juvenile detention center where she had spent time as a teenager. It’s tiresome yet rewarding most days. Seriously, she waxes poetic about it 70% of the time, says nothing 25% of the time, and loathes it 5% of the time. But, when you think about it, most of the girls she encounters are of the type to be disrespectful and profane because there has to be a self-centered element involved in the majority of the crimes, right?
The outfits, though, are what make Jackie so much fun. She doesn’t cosplay, really, but she gets a vibe for the evening. Like a black leather miniskirt, blue knee socks, pink combat boots, a blue crop top tee so we see her abs and shiny navel piercing, black fingerless gloves, and a pink bandana headband. In December? In freaking Minnesota?! Jackie! You’re hilarious! I hope you have lots of fun with how I’m going to love you at a distance when I win tonight at virtual Mario Kart. Like, I’m going on the total warpath like a goddess of war.
“Take that, Emilia!” I hurl a red shell at Emilia, who already often gets tortured during these. It’s a wonderful way to increase my chances, but I play knowing I might get tied up if I lose.
Maybe I am a goddess of war with my red bandana headband? Oh, it’s classic paisley with no little floral emblems in the center. Yeah, I’m a really Cool Girl, aren’t I? OK, OK, so it might be the dominant pattern in the room, with Destiny and Jackie also wearing classic paisley bandanas. Jenny's is patternless. Only Liz, who has an equally lovely personality, and Felice are wearing the lesser, completely inferior Western paisley. Come at me, Lizzie and FeeFee. One of the Western paisley Cool Girls happens to be my footrest at the moment, too.
That’s a bit inaccurate since there are a few who aren’t necessarily going to be named here that I know are wearing bandanas, but that means—drum roll, please—I don’t need to go into them for this story. They’re irrelevant, but I still looovvvvvvve them as much as the rest! They deserve love, but tonight’s story is for these gorgeous damsels and their captors. One girl is already getting plenty of love and squirming under my feet! She even has a headset on her!
The rules are simple: the winner picks a girl to be tied up. Obviously, I’m sitting in my bedroom in Madison, Wisconsin, alongside Leah; Emilia is in Taylors Falls, Minnesota; Jenny is far away in Newark, New Jersey; Jackie, Destiny, and Felice are in Mudville, Minnesota. There are some in other locations, like Florida, but these major players are the focus of this present adventure.
“Thank you for picking on me,” Emilia smiles, “If you hadn’t clobbered me,” her Spanish accent is so freaking adorable, “I would not have gotten the good items I needed to win the race.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but who do ya wanna see get tied up?” Destiny asks with innocent curiosity.
“Nmmmmm!” my and Liz's footrest tries to move, but she can't move no matter her efforts.
“We’re all just dying to find out,” Felice turned on her serpentine dominatrix voice.
“Since you’re dying to find out, it’s you, Felice,” the Spaniard says brightly, “Destiny, please.”
“Ahhhh, sweet, nothin’ like torquin’ up one of my besties!” tall, strong Destiny cackles.
“Zippers, please,” the victor nonchalantly adds to her command, meaning zipties, “Tight elbow bondage is in order for her. She deserves only the best from us, yes?”
Now I feel comfortable getting into how people are specifically dressed. Felice has that patently inferior Western paisley purple bandana headband. Seriously. She’s still a dropdead gorgeous girl, though, with her purple knit sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. I get a feeling that she’s going to be eating her purple socks in a few minutes, though. Her brown hair is wavy but not too wavy. If I were lesbian, I’d desire her more than anyone else, but I have a bit of hair envy for lots of my friends. Felice is such a delightful person, once she lets you get to see her heart. The Cool Girls’ Club is Felice’s escape from the way the people of her own hometown completely rejected her for her crime, and I’m glad she’s learned to move away from the past and embrace the present. She has her battles, but she’s a genuinely good girl.
Sure enough, zipties tie her arms together behind her back in five places, and her legs are ziptied in eight places. Off with her boots and socks, and a ziptie ties her big toes together. Her socks are stuffed into her mouth with a tegaderm sealing her lips along with strips of double-sided tape that serve a purpose. A black bandana OTM gag gives her a cute damsel-in-distress vibe.
“Gmmmmph!” Felice quietly protests when she is seated on a folding metal chair.
“That's the way to do it,” Destiny cackles, running one zip each from Felice’s wrists and ankles to the metal crossbars of chair legs, “This dominatrix, ladies, is going absolutely nowhere now.”
“If I am chosen, I hope the winner tells my housemates to do the same to me,” Emilia glows.
“I hate zipties!” Jenny says with a squeak, “They have their uses, but I don't even own any.”
“We mostly use them on our flatmate,” Liz says with a shrug.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” our flatmate, our human footrest, squirms under our feet in a rigid bondage.
So, let me explain some things about Felice, like that scrumptious gag and the double-sided tape I know some of you might love. The purpose of the double-sided tape is that it sticks to the face. Cool, yeah? Like, who thought tape did that, right? What’s absolutely awesome with double-sided tape is that the bandana OTM gag holds to it, too, so that cute stereotypical look of a damsel-in-distress is perfectly preserved. Of course, it’s an inferior Western paisley type of bandana that is OTM gagging Felice, because that’s her preferred pattern. I kid. It’s cute.
Felice is a complicated girl. Formerly a kidnapper and currently a cop, the dominatrix who loves submission as much as domination, a serpent and a dove, the video game warlord and the cuddle bear. Just look at her outfit. Look at the dogtags and the 30-something saint medals around her neck and her combat boots (now removed). There is so much to like about Felice Pryce.
The footrest keeps moving too much. I lean forward to spank her four times on each butt cheek to warn her to simmer down and enjoy the feeling of my ankle boots digging into her back. This is how we roll in the Cool Girls’ Club: tough love. My footrest looks at me… well, she’d look at me if she could, but she has that little problem of the blindfold. Back to the game, yeah?
“BOOM! Take that!” I shout with laughter as I streak across the line first via a green shell.
“That was a nice move, Leah!” Jenny is always so complimentary of others even in defeat.
“Jenny, I’m glad you’ve gotten good at games considering you play so many,” Liz teases her.
“I’ve always been good at racing games! Just not party games,” the Gangsta Princess blushes.
“You’re so sweet,” I grin and take advantage of the break to adjust my classic paisley navy bandana headband, a color chosen in homage to my alma mater’s athletic program colors.
“Too much friggin’ sugar,” Destiny says, rolls her eyes, and cackles, “Gosh, I love you ladies!”
Now we have Felice and the footrest both performing for us in their own manners. I suppose the footrest deserves identification. Sammy Räänta is our third flatmate. “Flatmate” is more direct than “roommate” because she has her own bedroom while Liz and I each have our own bed in the second bedroom. Apartment-mate sounds stupid. Flatmate it is! Ka-chow! You feeling my energy yet, because you’d better feel it if you’re going to survive to the end of this story!
“Leeeeaaahhhhhh! Your sister is pickin’ on me!” Destiny laughs again because she and Liz are simply going it at it, “That’s her third time red shellin’ me! Make her stop.”
“Gmmm hmmm!” Felice giggles before making the funniest face at the taste of her own socks.
“OK,” I say and clear my throat, “Liz, be nice to Destiny. Red shell Jackie instead, OK?”
“No freaking way!” Jackie instantly protests this change in the pecking order, “Lay off me!”
“NGGGGGGGGG!” Sammy is making herself the real entertainment of the evening though.
“Better her than me!” Jenny beams and wiggles her eyebrows in response to this CGC chaos.
I am dressed like a goddess of chaos, but, then again, so is Liz/. Our matching white leather ankle boots are just one part of the equation. We have white pantyhose and ultra tightly fitting white long-sleeve t-shirts (because it’s winter, after all). I have a navy leather miniskirt, but Liz has pink along with her inferior Western paisley bandana headband. We look like a couple of equestrian girls when you look at our tops, but the skirts and hose scream trouble.
All this chaos happens before Destiny goes out and wins a race. I still have my goals in creating all this chaos, and my eye is on the prize. I have it all figured out in my head, but winning comes first. Emilia has been strangely quiet, but she is lurking in the shadows. Silence is determination for the Iberian bondage doll, and two of those "other girls" in the room that I refused to name are actually her housemates. Emilia is a dissenter, the uncool girl without a bandana, but game nights are so much better when she gets involved. Like, she's the life of the party in reality.
"Ethihy! Ho hin uhn hor ee!" Felice speaks as best as she can despite her gag.
"Don't talk too much, honey, or I'll gag ya worse!" Destiny warns our friend.
"Gmmmmmm!" Sammy the footrest complains too much.
"Would you shut up!" Liz dishes out four spanks on each of Sammy's butt cheeks.
"Gmmmmmmmmmmm!" the footrest squirms as much as her binding allows her.
"You are evil, Liz Ralston!" Emilia says just before I star power her off the course, "Leah!"
"Sammy is sure having a goooooood time!" Jackie cackles and throws her hair back.
"Part of me envies Sammy's position," Jenny adds her two cents, "But not Felice's."
I gently place my heels on Sammy's shoulders. I should tell you about her outfit and binding. I bagged her with Leah's help just as she came in after a trip to the gym. Her socks are stuffed in her mouth, nice and sweaty, hidden under 7 wraps of bright blue duct tape, and a matching bright blue bandana blindfolds her. She's got all neon green for her outfit: socks (in her mouth— gross!), sweatpants (cause it's winter!), sports bra, and bandana headband. Just think!—I haven't told you how she's tied up yet, have I? Nuh uh! Yes, Sammy is happy with all this.
I know some of you might be thinking "Leah, you ambushed your flatmate?!" Let me be clear that we have rules of consent here in the CGC. One girl's kink is another girl's torment. I would be furious if I were tackled and gagged with sweaty socks stuffed. Sammy thrives on these elements and considers them to be some of her favorite things. Liz and I have explicit permission to do these things to her. She made a pinned post in our Discord channel giving such permissions to all Cool Girls. She loves it. Wild, right?
You know what's really wild? Jenny and Jackie like what we did to Sammy too. Felice enjoys both sides of what we call "kidnapping TUGs." Destiny, Liz, and I always require at least a check before we're gagged. Emilia has shifted over the years. Sammy? Red and white striped nylon ropes tie her arms behind her back at her wrists, forearms, and elbows; her legs are tied at her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. She has a harness and a waist rope both for form and to pin her arms to her sides. It's comfortable but restrictive; more ropes hold her to the large black ottoman in several ways, including to the ottoman's legs. Overkill but awesome!
"Mmmmmm!" Sammy complains again. fully immersed into her role, whipping her braid.
"Gmmm hmmm nnnn!" Felice just as amazingly plays her part; I love her fashion sense!
"Boom!" I clap my hands together when the points tabulate to make me the winner, "Jackie."
"Yeah?" she asks, thinking I'm talking to her, "You need a Gangsta Thief's services?"
"No," I laugh into the microphone, "I want Destiny to tie you up for me."
"Well, well, well! Farewell, Jackie!" Destiny laughs, "What'll it be? Scarves, rope, another?"
"Scarves," I say, and then drop a bombshell, "Jackie has tomorrow off. I want her to sleep with a full, over-the-top scarf bondage, a safe gag of your socks, and all of your best friend love."
"Ha haaa!" Jackie throws her head back, "Good night ladies. And remember," her voice drops to a soft, playfully menacing tone, "revenge is a b-tch named Jackie Martin, Gangsta Thief. "
The secret to a safe stuffed gag is to integrate the socks into a cleave gag, like knotting the cleave gag around the socks or rolling them inside the gag. Destiny chooses the latter, putting her nasty, sweaty, well-worn socks—which she pulled off her feet after something like 18 hours—into a big scarf. First things first though: Destiny crushes Jackie's wrists, forearms, and elbows together behind her back and her legs together at the ankles, knees, and thighs, all using scarves.
Then the sock-filled scarf takes over Jackie's mouth, filling every bit! Destiny wraps the ends of the scarf around Jackie's head like three times, which is, what, seven layers of cleave gag or something (?!) before knotting it. It's hard to describe how it's done, but Jackie receives a chest harness made out of 3 or 4 scarves and a waist rope made from a scarf too. Sammy, who is best known as the Human Footrest, loves scarf bondage, so I can guess what Destiny will do next. After all, Jackie, Gangsta Thief, deserves only our very best, and Destiny Reilly is Jackie's best friend and closest confidante, the one who alone knows her darkest secrets.
"Mmmmm," Jackie bats her eyes pitifully while anticipating Destiny's next move.
"There we are, my sweet," Destiny wraps a scarf around Jackie's head, knotting it under her chin like a stereotypical Eastern European grandmother or church lady, "I know you love it, Jack!"
Jackie just sits in her chair looking at the camera and batting her eyes while Destiny ties a scarf over her nose (an OTN gag) purely for effect. Now, she really looks like a damsel-in-distress, but I like to say she's a Captured Gangsta Thief. Right now, the only thing she's stealing is our attention. Seriously. She's so cute. Of course, I'm the girl who's using her flatmate as a freaking Human Footrest. What do I know about anything, right? Right, Sammy?
"That looks like fun," Jenny absolutely beams at the thought, "One of these days, I'd love it if one of you tough prison girls would put on your bad girl attitude and kidnap me like that!"
"Mmmm mmmmmmm!" Felice, the helpless dominatrix, tries to pinky swear, but she can't.
"Next time I'm visiting my parents," the Gangsta Princess smiles at the helpless Gangsta Rogue.
"Henny," Emilia says with her gorgeous, thick accent, "you are a delightful young woman."
"MMMMMMMMM!" the Human Footrest will not stop protesting into her own headset.
"Stop it!" Liz carefully pokes our shared captive with the heel of her own ankle boots.
For those wondering, the "capture Sammy and turn her into the Human Footrest" idea was Liz's, not mine. I'm more dominant but generally quieter and less of a schemer than Liz. We are clearly twins; we look like twins; we have that patented twin energy; we fight like twins; we love like twins; we have very different personalities. I thank God because life would be dull if we had the same personality too! It's a buy one, get one with the Gangsta Twins around. Yeah!
Felice hasn't been saying too much, but she has been enjoying herself. All those medals around her neck genuinely mean something to her. She didn't choose 30-something saint medals without any thought. No way. Each one of them resonated with her in a personal manner, and the heavy chains with the crucifix and the dogtags and medals is her faith and survival rolled into one. She is one interesting girl, and no one has perhaps had a more successful fight against the demons of the past than Felice, the dominatrix some Cool Girl ennobled as The Gangsta Rogue.
"Take that, Leah!" Liz, my confidante and the only one privy to my schemes, turns on me!
"NO!" I cackle when a green shell plunges me into a fiery pit of lava to carbonize poor Luigi.
"MMMMM!" the Human Footrest squirms, but I poke her with my own heel like Liz did.
"Sammy is such a delightful young woman, isn't she?" Jenny's face continues to beam.
"Yes, she really is. I'm sorry I never got to meet her more," Destiny admits with candor.
"It has been a privilege being her friend at college, and I was sad to see her go," Emilia adds.
"Han uhn uh ooh ahies hell ee?" Jackie asks and bats her eyes, translated "Can one of you ladies help me?" when of course none of us can help her except Destiny, the lone free girl in the house.
"Hell, no, Jack. I'm gonna keep ya tied up and let Felice cuddle ya allll night," Destiny says in that delightful Newark accent, "Ya lost fair and square, and now ya reap the rewards, yeah?"
"Mmmmmm," Felice turns, squirms as much as the zipties allow, and bats her eyes like Jackie.
"If ya keep it up, I'll blindfold both of ya until I'm ready to free ya," Destiny says threateningly.
Felice rolls her eyes and decides to sit back with a decidedly playful scowl on her face and watch us wreak Mario Kart havoc on each other. With the main girls of importance left being me, Liz, Destiny, Jenny, and Emilia, there is still much that can happen. Jackie's batting her eyes; Sammy is being the perpetually squirming, resistant Human Footrest because she loves the way we poke her, spank her, pull her braid, and otherwise punish her brattiness. She doesn't care if she is able to escape or not as long as the punishment escalates along the way. Yeah, we love Sammy.
Sometimes, you have plans for things to go a certain way during TUGs, and sometimes you're a little bit too cocky and find your plans getting blasted to pieces. You just choke, which for a track and soccer athlete is either losing the relay on the last lap or coughing up an ugly as all get out goal in the closing seconds of stoppage time. I was a sweeper-style defender, so I got really good at slew foot maneuvers in TUGs. This is not going to save me though.
"For the win! Yeah!" Liz jumps out of her chair with a triumphant fist pump and slaps me on the shoulder, "Already, Leah, you're up next to be bound and gagged. C'mon, hot stuff, I love you."
"Sh-t," I say, having lost to Liz and her inferior pink Western paisley bandana headband.
"Potty mouth. Just be glad I have no socks on hand because I know you hate those," she says.
"Oooh, the Twins are sparrin' now!" Destiny rubs her hands together with a grin on her face.
"Too bad they're sitting in safety in Wisconsin!" Jenny cackles at us.
"That only means that we cannot physically grab them," Emilia says with a mischievous smile on her face, "But we can… eh… how do you say it… eh… eckle them?
"C'mon, sis, arms behind your back," my twin holds up a coil of the same rope binding Sammy.
That red-and-white nylon rope is such a drag. Virtual Mario Kart night has turned into a bummer for me, but it's a triumph for Liz and her inferior Western paisley. Liz and Felice may still be the butt of my jokes, but then again Liz's preference for that pattern is but another difference I can cherish between us. Yeah, superior classic paisley has done absolutely nothing to save me from utter defeat. I'm totally just another captive now, and Liz is enjoying tying my crossed wrists behind my back all too much. Nah, she's just twinning me into submission.
OK, so I like the feeling of the unforgiving nylon tying my arms, and I look to Sammy, who still cannot see anything. Seeking her approval of something she cannot see is ridiculous, and those other girls who are only seeing me through a camera start laughing at me when Liz declares, "It looks like Leah wants Sammy to save her or something." I am laughed at by people sitting all over America, but you want to know something? I laughed with them.
"Gmmmm!" I groan when Liz cleave gags me with a knotted pink bandana, "Lith! Hrat!"
"Ahhhh, sometimes you just have to go for a classic gag, y'know?" she sighs and then laughs.
"Ladies and… ladies," Destiny cups her hand over her microphone, "Liz Ralston!"
"Mmmmmm," Jackie bats her eyes for the camera again, only to receive a scarf blindfold.
"I told ya not to do that!" Destiny menaces the Gangsta Thief, "But ya did it anyway, ya broad!"
"Gmmmmm!" despite the tone of Jackie's protest, she loves getting insulted in that manner.
"Nmmmmm!" the Human Footrest cannot help herself, desperate for more escalation.
"Gmmphh!" Felice thrashes a little bit, as if she has a realistic chance of escaping the zipties.
"Well, this has been fun, but I've gotta go," Jenny laughs, and everyone bids her a good night.
But me? Harness. Waist rope. Legs tied at the knees and thighs. Ankles crossed before they're tied together with the red-and-white striped nylon going into the heels of my ankle boots so that I cannot undo the twist. It's perfect, twin energy working to say, "Leah, I love you more than I can put into words." I sit there with my headset and look into the camera even if nobody there can help me. At least my remaining friends are smiling. We're happy and having fun.
"Guhhhhh! Liiiiiiittthhhhhh!" I groan while testing my bonds, but she, Destiny, and Emilia want to enjoy one final round of competition without any TUG stakes involved. I put my feet on the Human Footrest's back, evoking a giggle from her. I look at the cameras and see Felice is quietly enjoying her ziptie captivity, totally loving the stardom. Jackie more dramatically is writhing and quietly gag talking, having successfully soaked through the gag so that she is forced to taste Destiny's sweaty, gross socks. I'll take my cleave gag without complaint.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sammy doesn't say much of anything, but she's enjoying our boots on her back.
"Awwwww, Sammy is so cute!" Destiny is loving the sounds Sammy makes in the headset.
"Yes, but I like Hackie's struggle much more," Emilia's pronunciation is adorable!
"Littthhhh! Unhie ee, hleathe!" I whine for some twin love, but I get completely ignored.
"Mmph," Felice quietly accepts things, watching the racing via her own computer screen,
"This has been a blast," my fellow Gangsta Twin aptly summarizes the entire evening.
This next round is the last round. After this, the game night is over, and Destiny, Emilia, and Liz are spending a little more time in conversation. Sammy and I quietly struggle, but things are just beginning for me. I've only been tied for 20 minutes, and soon I hear affectionate farewells and a couple muffled salutations. This leaves Sammy and me alone with Leah in our apartment. There is always a slight sadness when game night comes to an end, but is it really over for us captives?
"All right, Leah. Whose cuddle toy will you be tonight? Mine or Sammy's ?" my twin asks me.
"Huhhhhh?" I look at her with surprise and playfully retort, "Unhie ee an heeh Thahhy!"
"Which color ball gag would you like? White, red, bright green?" Liz responds, ignoring me.
"Ite," I respond, and the better Gangsta Twin unknots my cleave gag and removes it, "Guh!"
"That was easy!" Liz says with a laugh, adjusting the 1.75 inch gag to be comfortable.
"Ah'll thlee hie uh ih Thahhy hoeth hoo!" I say, translated, "I'll sleep tied up if Sammy does too."
Friendship is beautiful. Two Gangsta Twins and their flatmate the Gangsta Row—known as a Human Footrest, too—might not have any romantic feelings, but Sammy is basically the little sister we never had. I am such a negotiator, getting Liz to acquiesce and say that the Human Footrest will join us like three sisters in a bed… if we fit! Ha! I don't care if I sleep tied up alone in my bed, although our mother would freak over the violation of the rule we have at home, which says all TUGs must end without further ado upon the three hour mark.
Sammy is relieved of her gag altogether because stuffed gags are never acceptable for any kind of sleeping, unless I guess Sammy takes a nap while bound and gagged, which happens way more than she will ever admit. But, hey, I have photographic/videographic evidence that proves that I speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Sammy instead gets untied—she needs the bathroom first. That's real Cool Girl loving care there. When she's done with that, she goes back into the nylon ropes with almost hilarious eagerness and chooses a red ball gag, probably 2.25 inches, because the Human Footrest has a big mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sammy joyfully begins hopping towards the bedroom without resistance.
"Let's go, sis," Liz says and slings me over her shoulder since I can't hop like this.
"Gmmmmmph!" I curse my crossed ankles and the ropes wrapped into the heels of my boots.
"Darn it, Leah. You're heavy. You need to lose 15 or 20 pounds," Liz spanks me several times.
"Gmmmm mmm mm mhmmmmm!" I yell because I'm in great shape like her and Sammy!
"Ha ha haaaa!" Sammy grins and drools from the red silicone ball in her mouth.
I think you get the idea now. I've got many stories, but this one's one of the most charming ones I have to tell. I can tell more, or I can shut up in TUG fashion. The choice is yours. Let us know. If Cool Girls and Bondagettes love anything, it's telling a story.
Good night!
THE END
Game Night Surprise (F/F)
Friday, December 10, 2021
You have to find what you're good at and what you like, right? You just have to do that. You do it or go through life miserable. For me, it’s soccer and camera management; for Liz, it’s rowing and weather forecasting; for some it's knitting; ummm, some are good cooks or awesome golfers or the best at just sounding absolutely amazing while bound and gagged. Yeah, I said that!
Come on, don’t be shocked! You came here to read that, didn’t you? Surrrrre! Admit that you agreed with me. This story is about a game night that turned to TUGs. I have friends I just absolutely lovvvvvve to death, and this is my perspective of some of them over a game of virtual Mario Kart that devolved into hilarity and sisterhood of the absolutely best kinds. I am speaking of my two distinct, overlapping circles of friendship: the Cool Girls’ Club and the Bondagettes of Pod F. Both groups are totally awesome. Seriously. Just trust me on this.
Disclaimer: My and twin I never spent time in prison, unlike most of the Bondagettes.
Game night is awesome, and twin power is unstoppable. Completely. With twins, it's two becomes one and one becomes two. It might even apply to zombie twins. Whatever. What you need to put down some notes, man. Write those notes. You need to remember Liz and Leah Ralston’s Rules of Twinning and How to Handle Twins for Dummies.
On game night, twin power is nothing and everything. Liz and I are an unstoppable tandem for a round and then become each other's most powerful nemesis for the next. It's incredible and so much fun. When TUGs get mixed into the games, it becomes breathtaking. Like, I sometimes get on my computer just because I want there to be TUGs. Seriously. Now try taking on Gangsta Twin energy. Oh, right, you can’t because we rock. Boo sucks to you.
“Take that, Millie!” I cackle while using Mario Kart star power to hurl her off a cliff.
“You are malevolent!” Emilia is absolutely charmed by my prowess at this game.
“Gmmmmmm!” my and Liz’s living footrest squirms while making muffled gag talk.
“Look at her eyes. She's in goddess mode,” at least our friend Felice is appreciative of my verve.
“Leah deserves to be hammered,” Liz pushes a big rusty nail into my self-inflated blimp.
“I could stand to be hammered,” Jackie coyly intimates that her work day royally sucked.
“Now, Jackie, you don't mean that,” Jenny Randaccio is such a sweet girl.
Picture it. We're playing virtual Mario Kart. We have our game screen, and we have these little panels to see each person. Down in the lower left corner, I watch Jackie smile already just from those few words of confidence. Jenny has star power of the real kind. She's angelic, and I want to win so I can order the capture of both her and Jackie. For love’s sake. 100%
I love some of my friends so much it’s not funny. I’m the quieter, more reserved twin, but I am the twin with a dominant streak as well. Liz has learned not to push me too much unless there’s a desire to have a good time because I’ll jump her and wrestle her, win or lose, to decide the captive and captor, but I like being the captor more than being the captive. Jackie deserves such an opportunity to relax. She doesn’t know that if I win she’ll spend the whole night tied up. That’s a treat for her, although for Jenny it’s perhaps more common. Both will love it.
Jenny is only so adorable because she’s Jenny. She’s sweet as honey, stands at only 5’1” as my former track star teammate in college, and has her blonde hair in the cutest braid you’ve ever seen. Right now, she has a pink camouflage bandana headband; it is super gangsta from the girl known as Gangsta Princess for all good reasons. Seriously? Pink camo? Cute! I have bandana envy really bad because I look awful in earthen tones, and she looks totally awesome in just about everything. I want to see her husband rope her up.
Jackie, like many Bondagettes, works as a guard in the same juvenile detention center where she had spent time as a teenager. It’s tiresome yet rewarding most days. Seriously, she waxes poetic about it 70% of the time, says nothing 25% of the time, and loathes it 5% of the time. But, when you think about it, most of the girls she encounters are of the type to be disrespectful and profane because there has to be a self-centered element involved in the majority of the crimes, right?
The outfits, though, are what make Jackie so much fun. She doesn’t cosplay, really, but she gets a vibe for the evening. Like a black leather miniskirt, blue knee socks, pink combat boots, a blue crop top tee so we see her abs and shiny navel piercing, black fingerless gloves, and a pink bandana headband. In December? In freaking Minnesota?! Jackie! You’re hilarious! I hope you have lots of fun with how I’m going to love you at a distance when I win tonight at virtual Mario Kart. Like, I’m going on the total warpath like a goddess of war.
“Take that, Emilia!” I hurl a red shell at Emilia, who already often gets tortured during these. It’s a wonderful way to increase my chances, but I play knowing I might get tied up if I lose.
Maybe I am a goddess of war with my red bandana headband? Oh, it’s classic paisley with no little floral emblems in the center. Yeah, I’m a really Cool Girl, aren’t I? OK, OK, so it might be the dominant pattern in the room, with Destiny and Jackie also wearing classic paisley bandanas. Jenny's is patternless. Only Liz, who has an equally lovely personality, and Felice are wearing the lesser, completely inferior Western paisley. Come at me, Lizzie and FeeFee. One of the Western paisley Cool Girls happens to be my footrest at the moment, too.
That’s a bit inaccurate since there are a few who aren’t necessarily going to be named here that I know are wearing bandanas, but that means—drum roll, please—I don’t need to go into them for this story. They’re irrelevant, but I still looovvvvvvve them as much as the rest! They deserve love, but tonight’s story is for these gorgeous damsels and their captors. One girl is already getting plenty of love and squirming under my feet! She even has a headset on her!
The rules are simple: the winner picks a girl to be tied up. Obviously, I’m sitting in my bedroom in Madison, Wisconsin, alongside Leah; Emilia is in Taylors Falls, Minnesota; Jenny is far away in Newark, New Jersey; Jackie, Destiny, and Felice are in Mudville, Minnesota. There are some in other locations, like Florida, but these major players are the focus of this present adventure.
“Thank you for picking on me,” Emilia smiles, “If you hadn’t clobbered me,” her Spanish accent is so freaking adorable, “I would not have gotten the good items I needed to win the race.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but who do ya wanna see get tied up?” Destiny asks with innocent curiosity.
“Nmmmmm!” my and Liz's footrest tries to move, but she can't move no matter her efforts.
“We’re all just dying to find out,” Felice turned on her serpentine dominatrix voice.
“Since you’re dying to find out, it’s you, Felice,” the Spaniard says brightly, “Destiny, please.”
“Ahhhh, sweet, nothin’ like torquin’ up one of my besties!” tall, strong Destiny cackles.
“Zippers, please,” the victor nonchalantly adds to her command, meaning zipties, “Tight elbow bondage is in order for her. She deserves only the best from us, yes?”
Now I feel comfortable getting into how people are specifically dressed. Felice has that patently inferior Western paisley purple bandana headband. Seriously. She’s still a dropdead gorgeous girl, though, with her purple knit sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. I get a feeling that she’s going to be eating her purple socks in a few minutes, though. Her brown hair is wavy but not too wavy. If I were lesbian, I’d desire her more than anyone else, but I have a bit of hair envy for lots of my friends. Felice is such a delightful person, once she lets you get to see her heart. The Cool Girls’ Club is Felice’s escape from the way the people of her own hometown completely rejected her for her crime, and I’m glad she’s learned to move away from the past and embrace the present. She has her battles, but she’s a genuinely good girl.
Sure enough, zipties tie her arms together behind her back in five places, and her legs are ziptied in eight places. Off with her boots and socks, and a ziptie ties her big toes together. Her socks are stuffed into her mouth with a tegaderm sealing her lips along with strips of double-sided tape that serve a purpose. A black bandana OTM gag gives her a cute damsel-in-distress vibe.
“Gmmmmph!” Felice quietly protests when she is seated on a folding metal chair.
“That's the way to do it,” Destiny cackles, running one zip each from Felice’s wrists and ankles to the metal crossbars of chair legs, “This dominatrix, ladies, is going absolutely nowhere now.”
“If I am chosen, I hope the winner tells my housemates to do the same to me,” Emilia glows.
“I hate zipties!” Jenny says with a squeak, “They have their uses, but I don't even own any.”
“We mostly use them on our flatmate,” Liz says with a shrug.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” our flatmate, our human footrest, squirms under our feet in a rigid bondage.
So, let me explain some things about Felice, like that scrumptious gag and the double-sided tape I know some of you might love. The purpose of the double-sided tape is that it sticks to the face. Cool, yeah? Like, who thought tape did that, right? What’s absolutely awesome with double-sided tape is that the bandana OTM gag holds to it, too, so that cute stereotypical look of a damsel-in-distress is perfectly preserved. Of course, it’s an inferior Western paisley type of bandana that is OTM gagging Felice, because that’s her preferred pattern. I kid. It’s cute.
Felice is a complicated girl. Formerly a kidnapper and currently a cop, the dominatrix who loves submission as much as domination, a serpent and a dove, the video game warlord and the cuddle bear. Just look at her outfit. Look at the dogtags and the 30-something saint medals around her neck and her combat boots (now removed). There is so much to like about Felice Pryce.
The footrest keeps moving too much. I lean forward to spank her four times on each butt cheek to warn her to simmer down and enjoy the feeling of my ankle boots digging into her back. This is how we roll in the Cool Girls’ Club: tough love. My footrest looks at me… well, she’d look at me if she could, but she has that little problem of the blindfold. Back to the game, yeah?
“BOOM! Take that!” I shout with laughter as I streak across the line first via a green shell.
“That was a nice move, Leah!” Jenny is always so complimentary of others even in defeat.
“Jenny, I’m glad you’ve gotten good at games considering you play so many,” Liz teases her.
“I’ve always been good at racing games! Just not party games,” the Gangsta Princess blushes.
“You’re so sweet,” I grin and take advantage of the break to adjust my classic paisley navy bandana headband, a color chosen in homage to my alma mater’s athletic program colors.
“Too much friggin’ sugar,” Destiny says, rolls her eyes, and cackles, “Gosh, I love you ladies!”
Now we have Felice and the footrest both performing for us in their own manners. I suppose the footrest deserves identification. Sammy Räänta is our third flatmate. “Flatmate” is more direct than “roommate” because she has her own bedroom while Liz and I each have our own bed in the second bedroom. Apartment-mate sounds stupid. Flatmate it is! Ka-chow! You feeling my energy yet, because you’d better feel it if you’re going to survive to the end of this story!
“Leeeeaaahhhhhh! Your sister is pickin’ on me!” Destiny laughs again because she and Liz are simply going it at it, “That’s her third time red shellin’ me! Make her stop.”
“Gmmm hmmm!” Felice giggles before making the funniest face at the taste of her own socks.
“OK,” I say and clear my throat, “Liz, be nice to Destiny. Red shell Jackie instead, OK?”
“No freaking way!” Jackie instantly protests this change in the pecking order, “Lay off me!”
“NGGGGGGGGG!” Sammy is making herself the real entertainment of the evening though.
“Better her than me!” Jenny beams and wiggles her eyebrows in response to this CGC chaos.
I am dressed like a goddess of chaos, but, then again, so is Liz/. Our matching white leather ankle boots are just one part of the equation. We have white pantyhose and ultra tightly fitting white long-sleeve t-shirts (because it’s winter, after all). I have a navy leather miniskirt, but Liz has pink along with her inferior Western paisley bandana headband. We look like a couple of equestrian girls when you look at our tops, but the skirts and hose scream trouble.
All this chaos happens before Destiny goes out and wins a race. I still have my goals in creating all this chaos, and my eye is on the prize. I have it all figured out in my head, but winning comes first. Emilia has been strangely quiet, but she is lurking in the shadows. Silence is determination for the Iberian bondage doll, and two of those "other girls" in the room that I refused to name are actually her housemates. Emilia is a dissenter, the uncool girl without a bandana, but game nights are so much better when she gets involved. Like, she's the life of the party in reality.
"Ethihy! Ho hin uhn hor ee!" Felice speaks as best as she can despite her gag.
"Don't talk too much, honey, or I'll gag ya worse!" Destiny warns our friend.
"Gmmmmmm!" Sammy the footrest complains too much.
"Would you shut up!" Liz dishes out four spanks on each of Sammy's butt cheeks.
"Gmmmmmmmmmmm!" the footrest squirms as much as her binding allows her.
"You are evil, Liz Ralston!" Emilia says just before I star power her off the course, "Leah!"
"Sammy is sure having a goooooood time!" Jackie cackles and throws her hair back.
"Part of me envies Sammy's position," Jenny adds her two cents, "But not Felice's."
I gently place my heels on Sammy's shoulders. I should tell you about her outfit and binding. I bagged her with Leah's help just as she came in after a trip to the gym. Her socks are stuffed in her mouth, nice and sweaty, hidden under 7 wraps of bright blue duct tape, and a matching bright blue bandana blindfolds her. She's got all neon green for her outfit: socks (in her mouth— gross!), sweatpants (cause it's winter!), sports bra, and bandana headband. Just think!—I haven't told you how she's tied up yet, have I? Nuh uh! Yes, Sammy is happy with all this.
I know some of you might be thinking "Leah, you ambushed your flatmate?!" Let me be clear that we have rules of consent here in the CGC. One girl's kink is another girl's torment. I would be furious if I were tackled and gagged with sweaty socks stuffed. Sammy thrives on these elements and considers them to be some of her favorite things. Liz and I have explicit permission to do these things to her. She made a pinned post in our Discord channel giving such permissions to all Cool Girls. She loves it. Wild, right?
You know what's really wild? Jenny and Jackie like what we did to Sammy too. Felice enjoys both sides of what we call "kidnapping TUGs." Destiny, Liz, and I always require at least a check before we're gagged. Emilia has shifted over the years. Sammy? Red and white striped nylon ropes tie her arms behind her back at her wrists, forearms, and elbows; her legs are tied at her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. She has a harness and a waist rope both for form and to pin her arms to her sides. It's comfortable but restrictive; more ropes hold her to the large black ottoman in several ways, including to the ottoman's legs. Overkill but awesome!
"Mmmmmm!" Sammy complains again. fully immersed into her role, whipping her braid.
"Gmmm hmmm nnnn!" Felice just as amazingly plays her part; I love her fashion sense!
"Boom!" I clap my hands together when the points tabulate to make me the winner, "Jackie."
"Yeah?" she asks, thinking I'm talking to her, "You need a Gangsta Thief's services?"
"No," I laugh into the microphone, "I want Destiny to tie you up for me."
"Well, well, well! Farewell, Jackie!" Destiny laughs, "What'll it be? Scarves, rope, another?"
"Scarves," I say, and then drop a bombshell, "Jackie has tomorrow off. I want her to sleep with a full, over-the-top scarf bondage, a safe gag of your socks, and all of your best friend love."
"Ha haaa!" Jackie throws her head back, "Good night ladies. And remember," her voice drops to a soft, playfully menacing tone, "revenge is a b-tch named Jackie Martin, Gangsta Thief. "
The secret to a safe stuffed gag is to integrate the socks into a cleave gag, like knotting the cleave gag around the socks or rolling them inside the gag. Destiny chooses the latter, putting her nasty, sweaty, well-worn socks—which she pulled off her feet after something like 18 hours—into a big scarf. First things first though: Destiny crushes Jackie's wrists, forearms, and elbows together behind her back and her legs together at the ankles, knees, and thighs, all using scarves.
Then the sock-filled scarf takes over Jackie's mouth, filling every bit! Destiny wraps the ends of the scarf around Jackie's head like three times, which is, what, seven layers of cleave gag or something (?!) before knotting it. It's hard to describe how it's done, but Jackie receives a chest harness made out of 3 or 4 scarves and a waist rope made from a scarf too. Sammy, who is best known as the Human Footrest, loves scarf bondage, so I can guess what Destiny will do next. After all, Jackie, Gangsta Thief, deserves only our very best, and Destiny Reilly is Jackie's best friend and closest confidante, the one who alone knows her darkest secrets.
"Mmmmm," Jackie bats her eyes pitifully while anticipating Destiny's next move.
"There we are, my sweet," Destiny wraps a scarf around Jackie's head, knotting it under her chin like a stereotypical Eastern European grandmother or church lady, "I know you love it, Jack!"
Jackie just sits in her chair looking at the camera and batting her eyes while Destiny ties a scarf over her nose (an OTN gag) purely for effect. Now, she really looks like a damsel-in-distress, but I like to say she's a Captured Gangsta Thief. Right now, the only thing she's stealing is our attention. Seriously. She's so cute. Of course, I'm the girl who's using her flatmate as a freaking Human Footrest. What do I know about anything, right? Right, Sammy?
"That looks like fun," Jenny absolutely beams at the thought, "One of these days, I'd love it if one of you tough prison girls would put on your bad girl attitude and kidnap me like that!"
"Mmmm mmmmmmm!" Felice, the helpless dominatrix, tries to pinky swear, but she can't.
"Next time I'm visiting my parents," the Gangsta Princess smiles at the helpless Gangsta Rogue.
"Henny," Emilia says with her gorgeous, thick accent, "you are a delightful young woman."
"MMMMMMMMM!" the Human Footrest will not stop protesting into her own headset.
"Stop it!" Liz carefully pokes our shared captive with the heel of her own ankle boots.
For those wondering, the "capture Sammy and turn her into the Human Footrest" idea was Liz's, not mine. I'm more dominant but generally quieter and less of a schemer than Liz. We are clearly twins; we look like twins; we have that patented twin energy; we fight like twins; we love like twins; we have very different personalities. I thank God because life would be dull if we had the same personality too! It's a buy one, get one with the Gangsta Twins around. Yeah!
Felice hasn't been saying too much, but she has been enjoying herself. All those medals around her neck genuinely mean something to her. She didn't choose 30-something saint medals without any thought. No way. Each one of them resonated with her in a personal manner, and the heavy chains with the crucifix and the dogtags and medals is her faith and survival rolled into one. She is one interesting girl, and no one has perhaps had a more successful fight against the demons of the past than Felice, the dominatrix some Cool Girl ennobled as The Gangsta Rogue.
"Take that, Leah!" Liz, my confidante and the only one privy to my schemes, turns on me!
"NO!" I cackle when a green shell plunges me into a fiery pit of lava to carbonize poor Luigi.
"MMMMM!" the Human Footrest squirms, but I poke her with my own heel like Liz did.
"Sammy is such a delightful young woman, isn't she?" Jenny's face continues to beam.
"Yes, she really is. I'm sorry I never got to meet her more," Destiny admits with candor.
"It has been a privilege being her friend at college, and I was sad to see her go," Emilia adds.
"Han uhn uh ooh ahies hell ee?" Jackie asks and bats her eyes, translated "Can one of you ladies help me?" when of course none of us can help her except Destiny, the lone free girl in the house.
"Hell, no, Jack. I'm gonna keep ya tied up and let Felice cuddle ya allll night," Destiny says in that delightful Newark accent, "Ya lost fair and square, and now ya reap the rewards, yeah?"
"Mmmmmm," Felice turns, squirms as much as the zipties allow, and bats her eyes like Jackie.
"If ya keep it up, I'll blindfold both of ya until I'm ready to free ya," Destiny says threateningly.
Felice rolls her eyes and decides to sit back with a decidedly playful scowl on her face and watch us wreak Mario Kart havoc on each other. With the main girls of importance left being me, Liz, Destiny, Jenny, and Emilia, there is still much that can happen. Jackie's batting her eyes; Sammy is being the perpetually squirming, resistant Human Footrest because she loves the way we poke her, spank her, pull her braid, and otherwise punish her brattiness. She doesn't care if she is able to escape or not as long as the punishment escalates along the way. Yeah, we love Sammy.
Sometimes, you have plans for things to go a certain way during TUGs, and sometimes you're a little bit too cocky and find your plans getting blasted to pieces. You just choke, which for a track and soccer athlete is either losing the relay on the last lap or coughing up an ugly as all get out goal in the closing seconds of stoppage time. I was a sweeper-style defender, so I got really good at slew foot maneuvers in TUGs. This is not going to save me though.
"For the win! Yeah!" Liz jumps out of her chair with a triumphant fist pump and slaps me on the shoulder, "Already, Leah, you're up next to be bound and gagged. C'mon, hot stuff, I love you."
"Sh-t," I say, having lost to Liz and her inferior pink Western paisley bandana headband.
"Potty mouth. Just be glad I have no socks on hand because I know you hate those," she says.
"Oooh, the Twins are sparrin' now!" Destiny rubs her hands together with a grin on her face.
"Too bad they're sitting in safety in Wisconsin!" Jenny cackles at us.
"That only means that we cannot physically grab them," Emilia says with a mischievous smile on her face, "But we can… eh… how do you say it… eh… eckle them?
"C'mon, sis, arms behind your back," my twin holds up a coil of the same rope binding Sammy.
That red-and-white nylon rope is such a drag. Virtual Mario Kart night has turned into a bummer for me, but it's a triumph for Liz and her inferior Western paisley. Liz and Felice may still be the butt of my jokes, but then again Liz's preference for that pattern is but another difference I can cherish between us. Yeah, superior classic paisley has done absolutely nothing to save me from utter defeat. I'm totally just another captive now, and Liz is enjoying tying my crossed wrists behind my back all too much. Nah, she's just twinning me into submission.
OK, so I like the feeling of the unforgiving nylon tying my arms, and I look to Sammy, who still cannot see anything. Seeking her approval of something she cannot see is ridiculous, and those other girls who are only seeing me through a camera start laughing at me when Liz declares, "It looks like Leah wants Sammy to save her or something." I am laughed at by people sitting all over America, but you want to know something? I laughed with them.
"Gmmmm!" I groan when Liz cleave gags me with a knotted pink bandana, "Lith! Hrat!"
"Ahhhh, sometimes you just have to go for a classic gag, y'know?" she sighs and then laughs.
"Ladies and… ladies," Destiny cups her hand over her microphone, "Liz Ralston!"
"Mmmmmm," Jackie bats her eyes for the camera again, only to receive a scarf blindfold.
"I told ya not to do that!" Destiny menaces the Gangsta Thief, "But ya did it anyway, ya broad!"
"Gmmmmm!" despite the tone of Jackie's protest, she loves getting insulted in that manner.
"Nmmmmm!" the Human Footrest cannot help herself, desperate for more escalation.
"Gmmphh!" Felice thrashes a little bit, as if she has a realistic chance of escaping the zipties.
"Well, this has been fun, but I've gotta go," Jenny laughs, and everyone bids her a good night.
But me? Harness. Waist rope. Legs tied at the knees and thighs. Ankles crossed before they're tied together with the red-and-white striped nylon going into the heels of my ankle boots so that I cannot undo the twist. It's perfect, twin energy working to say, "Leah, I love you more than I can put into words." I sit there with my headset and look into the camera even if nobody there can help me. At least my remaining friends are smiling. We're happy and having fun.
"Guhhhhh! Liiiiiiittthhhhhh!" I groan while testing my bonds, but she, Destiny, and Emilia want to enjoy one final round of competition without any TUG stakes involved. I put my feet on the Human Footrest's back, evoking a giggle from her. I look at the cameras and see Felice is quietly enjoying her ziptie captivity, totally loving the stardom. Jackie more dramatically is writhing and quietly gag talking, having successfully soaked through the gag so that she is forced to taste Destiny's sweaty, gross socks. I'll take my cleave gag without complaint.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sammy doesn't say much of anything, but she's enjoying our boots on her back.
"Awwwww, Sammy is so cute!" Destiny is loving the sounds Sammy makes in the headset.
"Yes, but I like Hackie's struggle much more," Emilia's pronunciation is adorable!
"Littthhhh! Unhie ee, hleathe!" I whine for some twin love, but I get completely ignored.
"Mmph," Felice quietly accepts things, watching the racing via her own computer screen,
"This has been a blast," my fellow Gangsta Twin aptly summarizes the entire evening.
This next round is the last round. After this, the game night is over, and Destiny, Emilia, and Liz are spending a little more time in conversation. Sammy and I quietly struggle, but things are just beginning for me. I've only been tied for 20 minutes, and soon I hear affectionate farewells and a couple muffled salutations. This leaves Sammy and me alone with Leah in our apartment. There is always a slight sadness when game night comes to an end, but is it really over for us captives?
"All right, Leah. Whose cuddle toy will you be tonight? Mine or Sammy's ?" my twin asks me.
"Huhhhhh?" I look at her with surprise and playfully retort, "Unhie ee an heeh Thahhy!"
"Which color ball gag would you like? White, red, bright green?" Liz responds, ignoring me.
"Ite," I respond, and the better Gangsta Twin unknots my cleave gag and removes it, "Guh!"
"That was easy!" Liz says with a laugh, adjusting the 1.75 inch gag to be comfortable.
"Ah'll thlee hie uh ih Thahhy hoeth hoo!" I say, translated, "I'll sleep tied up if Sammy does too."
Friendship is beautiful. Two Gangsta Twins and their flatmate the Gangsta Row—known as a Human Footrest, too—might not have any romantic feelings, but Sammy is basically the little sister we never had. I am such a negotiator, getting Liz to acquiesce and say that the Human Footrest will join us like three sisters in a bed… if we fit! Ha! I don't care if I sleep tied up alone in my bed, although our mother would freak over the violation of the rule we have at home, which says all TUGs must end without further ado upon the three hour mark.
Sammy is relieved of her gag altogether because stuffed gags are never acceptable for any kind of sleeping, unless I guess Sammy takes a nap while bound and gagged, which happens way more than she will ever admit. But, hey, I have photographic/videographic evidence that proves that I speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Sammy instead gets untied—she needs the bathroom first. That's real Cool Girl loving care there. When she's done with that, she goes back into the nylon ropes with almost hilarious eagerness and chooses a red ball gag, probably 2.25 inches, because the Human Footrest has a big mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sammy joyfully begins hopping towards the bedroom without resistance.
"Let's go, sis," Liz says and slings me over her shoulder since I can't hop like this.
"Gmmmmmph!" I curse my crossed ankles and the ropes wrapped into the heels of my boots.
"Darn it, Leah. You're heavy. You need to lose 15 or 20 pounds," Liz spanks me several times.
"Gmmmm mmm mm mhmmmmm!" I yell because I'm in great shape like her and Sammy!
"Ha ha haaaa!" Sammy grins and drools from the red silicone ball in her mouth.
I think you get the idea now. I've got many stories, but this one's one of the most charming ones I have to tell. I can tell more, or I can shut up in TUG fashion. The choice is yours. Let us know. If Cool Girls and Bondagettes love anything, it's telling a story.
Good night!
THE END
