Stories of Tie Up Games

Icy Blue Bandana Gang 1: The Tickle Manifesto
Chapter 1
Saturday, August 22, 2015

Bridget had physically harmed Jenny. While there was nothing but forgiveness, I could feel this dark self-loathing energy surrounding Bridget. She not only felt that she was a monster for her mistake but also felt an intense desire to self-ostracize herself from the Cool Girls' Club. Truth was that we loved Bridget… and she was bearing an immense weight on her shoulders. Now it was time to prove to Bridget Sjaastad that we wanted to be her friend and that she was Cool.

This is why I ask my roommate Hannah Larsson to help me. Bridget and Jenny are roommates this academic year (our sophomore year), and I can tell that Bridget has withdrawn from every one of her friends. Summer was stressful for her and for me, and now I feel that the CGC has a beautiful opportunity to again break through the so-called "Bridget Wall" and earn that spot she has desired to give us in her heart but feels she doesn't deserve in ours. It wasn't a big deal since all Jenny had suffered was a sternum bruise (long story there!). I wanted to prove to Bridget that our vow that no Cool Girl would be ejected from the CGC was true! Hannah was proof of it!

"Hannah, we have to help them," I say while eating breakfast, "They're both at workouts now."
"So if we work together, we can get them both while they're sweaty and tired," Hannah asks me.
"Yeah…," I pause and sigh, "Bridget only opens up to Joy and Joyce. It's fine to be close to two of us, but…," I look at my food while Hannah calmly eats, "She still doesn't love us."
"Your heart is in the right place," the blonde girl smiles, "I will help you. Joyce will too."
"Mmm hmm," Joyce nods her head and swallows her food, "Perfect for Jenny, too."
"I see we have many layers to this," I look at both of my friends, "We're sure about this?"
"Definitely," again, Hannah's voice is confident, "It will be so much fun!"
"Hannah," Joyce is reflective and looks at our roommate, "You're a living redemption story."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Joy, the fourth and final roommate, interrupts, "Where do I fit in this?"
"You," Hannah provocatively pokes Joy in the chest, "Get. Tied. Up."
"Now?!" Joy looks around the table at us, her roommates, "After you have Jenn and Bridge!"
"After the Icy Blue Bandana Gang has gotten all dolled up," I point to my own bandana.

Icy blue is a perfect color for us. Hannah is already wearing her thick denim knee skirt and only needs to change her present bandana for the navy blue. Joyce looks absolutely incredible when she wears earthen tones… and Joy just needs to live up to her name. Hannah chooses a gorgeous purple sweater to go with purple pumps and the mandatory icy blue bandana headband. We have a gorgeous babe in the apartment, and it's fun to see the electricity among us. Can you feel it?

With my icy blue gym shorts, sweet navy blue socks, white canvas sneakers, a navy blue t-shirt, and an icy blue kerchief bandana, I live up to my nickname of Gangsta Queen, and I love being the CGC's official "fashion gold standard" all the time. If I can make it work, I'll wear a bandana to my wedding, my friend's weddings, a funeral, or the doctor, and I will likely be buried with a bandana just because it is quintessential Nichole.

Then Joyce appeared in her own style, feminine and youthful looking with brown knee socks, a beige miniskirt, sage green short-sleeve v-neck t-shirt, beige canvas sneakers, and the mandatory icy blue bandana headband. Maybe we shared the bandanas, but we shared little in terms of our appearance except our heights (all of us are 5'4"!). Oh, what the heck, let's briefly go over it! I will give you one guess how tall Joy is! Got you! She's 5'3". Bridget is 5'4", ha ha!

I've got shoulder length brown curls that bob around me as I walk and brown eyes with a slight bit of a complexion because I'm half Portuguese yet also half Irish (meaning I sunburn easily). Hannah is purely Scandinavian and has bright blue eyes that show it and long pale blonde hair that screams it. Joyce, on the other hand, has the sweetest hazel eyes with shoulder length hair that looks either blonde or brown depending on the sun and the angle. She and Hannah are both cursed by vision issues; Hannah hides hers with contact lenses; Joyce has glasses.

"So, what's the plan? Do we lure them in with a text or what?" Joyce asks me and Hannah.
"Well, silly, we kidnap them, but how do we do it?" Hannah smoothly flips the table onto me.
"You kidnap Bridget," I say like it's easy because it should be easy for Hannah of all of us.
"Gee, thanks, and how do we get them where we can kidnap them?" again, Hannah corners me.
"Jenny will come here at will. If I tell her, she'll beg Bridget to come with her," I have an idea!
"Sweet, and then we stuff their own sweaty socks in the other one's mouth to help them find the most disgusting sense of forgiveness," the Scandinavian's eyes glow at the thought, "Fun!"
"I better get a ball gag," Joy stands there in the most harmless, exaggerated huff you ever saw.

Joy is such a cute girl with her own aesthetic. Standing sweetly, she anticipates the game mostly because she is one of those two girls who broke through the Bridget Wall and found a place that is uniquely special in Bridget's heart. Her monotonic purple shorts, crew socks, sneakers, t-shirt, and bandana headband have such a CGC vibe that it is adorable! Her long blonde-brown hair is accompanied by pretty blue eyes and an unassuming, welcoming smile.

I send a text to the Gangsta Princess, Jenny. We're like sisters from different mothers who were divinely appointed to be around for each other's joys and sorrows. Jenny needs to take a day off and be showered in the kind of love that only I can give her, and she takes the bait without any second thoughts. She doesn't know that she's been set up for a trap. Sure, I said that we would be playing video games and having fun. She didn't know that she'd be bound and gagged and getting tickled for her part of the fun and sitting there while the rest of us played video games!

"Won't Bridget want to take a shower first?" Joyce asked me with a scratch of her head.
"If Bridget is with Jenny, and I suspect she is, then she will be stuck because Jenny won't be able to resist stopping by here before they go back to their own dorm," I explain my reasoning.
"Clever," Hannah nods, "Joy and Joyce, it's up to you to get Bridget to come inside here."
"No! I volunteer to be bound and gagged," Joy winks at us, "That will lower her guard more."
"If your idea works," I rub Joy's back, "I promise to release you before we play video games."
"That's a deal!" she gives me a double thumbs-up, "Do it well, or I might escape once again!"

Joyfully, Joy hands us her purple rope, the rope that Jenny had dyed especially just for her because it is her favorite color. She grabs a chair and sits down on it with a disarming smile of mischief and affection. She trusts all of us without any qualms. It's a far cry from the recently concluded summer when Joy mistrusted Hannah, who less than 2 years before was released from juvenile detention, a fancy phrase meaning prison for girls under age 19. It took Joy all summer to learn to trust Hannah again, but she'd learned to see and love the reformed Hannah Larsson.

Just because Joy is one of my best friends doesn't mean I go easy. Still, we do intend to bring a special, unique flavor to this TUG, so we tie her arms to the sides of the chair at her wrists and elbows. We still tie a harness for fun and restraint and tie her ankles to the legs of the chair while tying her thighs together. While they're simple restraints, I know she's looking forward to when we take her sneakers and socks off and tickle her soles because she loves tickling.

Then the doorbell rang, and I went to answer the door while Hannah and Joyce doted on Joy for an appearance of safety for Jenny and Bridget. I opened the door to see two tired, sweaty girls: a tiny girl with long blonde hair with natural brown highlights kept in a braid and one with straight platinum blonde hair. The tiny girl is soaked in sweat and smiling brightly, and the love brightly shines forth from her as she looks at me, her best friend.

"Come on in!" I motion to Jenny, but Bridget stays outside.
"I'm sweaty and gross and need a shower," Bridget says politely and turns away from me.
"Oh, at least come in to see Joy," Joyce lays the bait with brilliance while Hannah hides.
"Oh, come on, Bridget," Jenny bounces into the house despite her exhaustion, "Just a moment!"
"That's right," I shut the door behind Bridget and deadbolt it, "Just a moment is all we need!"
"You're mine, tough girl," Hannah steps out from the bedroom where she'd been hiding, "It's time to teach you the unbreakable vows of love and friendship we and you took as Cool Girls."
"What's going on? You," the strong rower looks left and right, "want to play with me?!"

Bridget looks at Hannah, her equal in size and build, but the great unknown for her is how strong our friend is. Despite this, Bridget has no clue that Hannah is about to dominate her with ease. I have seen Hannah dominate people before. When you've been to prison, you sometimes use the gym just because it's a good way to burn off negative energy even if, like her, most of your peers aren't dangerous. Coping mechanisms are important in prison.

Showing mercy on Bridget's hesitancy, Hannah grabs the rower in a tight grip, "Are you OK?"
"Surprised, mostly. I hurt Jenny. You should hate me for that," Bridget says with a gulp.
"That's not how the Cool Girls' Club works, Bridge," Joy laughs, "Unconditional love."
"GMMMM!" Jenny squirms in my arms before getting a word in, "We love you, Bridget!"
"Which is why Jenny's socks are going in your mouth," Hannah laughs, "Taste Jenny's love."
Despite this, Bridget squirms a little, "All right. I'll try. But I'm fighting to the bitter end!"

With a grin, Hannah tightened her grip around Bridget's body while Joyce casually stripped my precious, squirming, adorable Jenny of her sneakers and her socks. Despite her past, Hannah's love showed in that simple action of not hand gagging Bridget while I showed similar love for Jenny in my choice to hold her gagged. Joyce was acting like a true engineer experimenting on living subjects, making a sadistic artform of reducing each of the new captives to bare feet while Joy, still free to speak, looked on with deep satisfaction, determined to help her friend.

"Well, P. U. And. Yuck," Joyce takes a sniff of Bridget's sneaker, "How's that smell, Bridgie?"
"Nasty," Bridget turns her head away from the approaching sneaker, "Try it on yourself."
"Mmm, nah," the Italian girl shakes her head and makes a face, "I don't have a shoe kink. Look at the whiteboard," she pointed to the wall, "It says clearly that shoes are a hard limit for me."
"You tolerate it," I throw my head back and laugh, "You just hate it."
"At least I don't barf like Miss Fredericks here," Joyce shakes her head, "Poor thing."
"Get on with it," Hannah laughs in her own way, "Jenny's drooling over Bridget's socks."
"Huh?!" Jenny tries to fake surprise and squirms a lot, "Nmmm mmmmm!"
"Enjoy your num nums, Jenny," the bearer of snacks approaches Jenny's with sweaty gym socks.
"GMMMMMM!" with a grimace and the funniest face ever, Jenny joyfully accepts her new gag.
"Mmmm hmmm, yummy. Right, cutie?" Joyce squeezes Jenny's left cheek and kisses her right.

Things were heating up already, but Joyce decides to be nice to the captive Jenny and only uses a red bandana to cleave gag Jenny. Quite deliberately and brilliantly, she chooses red for a gag since Jenny is wearing her favorite red bandana headband and red gym shorts, but the rest of the outfit is horrible. With no sense of color due to blue-yellow colorblindness, Jenny wore neon green crew socks and pink sneakers before those were stripped off her feet, and she had a brown tank top. Sorry, bestie, you have no sense of fashion. She deserves to be sucking on Bridget's sweaty gym socks just for her poor fashion sense and insistence on telling our friends about her colorblindness. Yes, there's no denying the place she holds in my heart, but… Ouch, Jenny.

"And as for you, Bridget," Joyce turns to face the captive rower, "Open wiiiii-IIIIIIIDE!"

And Bridget clamps her lips shut and tenses every muscle in her body.

Brillant Idea to give Jenny and Bridget some well deserved quality Time

This promises to be quite a cute Story. Looking forward to more.

Crocodile wrote: 2 weeks ago This promises to be quite a cute Story. Looking forward to more.

Caesar73 wrote: 2 weeks ago Brillant Idea to give Jenny and Bridget some well deserved quality Time

Always good to know when people are enjoying the story.

Icy Blue Bandana Gang 1: The Tickle Manifesto
Chapter 2
Saturday, August 22, 2015

"Just stop right there!" Bridget explodes out of Hannah's grip, "I don't deserve your love! I've hurt people in the past. Look!" she then pulls up her shirt, "You've seen my scar, but only Joy is aware that I got it because I used to be the school bully!" With an anxious exhaustion, Bridget's eyes dart from me, to Joyce, to Hannah, to Joy, to Jenny, and back-and-forth at random, "There was this one girl who finally attacked me with a knife. I had to go to the hospital. I'm not this good girl that you're fantasizing exists. I'm bad. Really bad. I hurt Jenny. If that's happened to me twice in my life," she keeps her anxious, self-defense pose, "I'll only become worse."

"Oh, spare me the bullsh-t and stop denying the truth," Joyce utters a rare curse word for her, "I am well-aware that you're not a saint. None of us are saints except maybe Jenny. That's why we are perfect for each other. We're human. We screw up. What's important is that you've learned from your mistakes, clearly. When Jenny pushed you that day, she pushed you. She didn't mean to push your buttons until you exploded. Don't forget I was there. You burst into tears when you did that," the confident Italian looks straight into Bridget's eyes, "We believe in you, Bridget, and I know you're still in agony over losing your mom this summer. Pray about it. Ask God to guide you through things. He doesn't always provide miracles, but He provides personal comfort."

"I do pray. And pray. And cry!" Bridget can feel her walls crumbling now, "And He… He… He… He sent me you girls," she looks around the room, "And you said you forgave me for all I did before I met you and since I met you," and then she takes a deep breath, "I'm now ready to become a Cool Girl for real. I must love you if I keep coming back despite trying to keep myself distant and finding myself taking delight in playing TUGs and other games with you even when I am a little tied up much of the time," but then she asks hard questions, "Why do you love me? I don't deserve your love or friendship. Why do I love you? I never had friends before you all."

With a sigh and a clack of her heels, Hannah takes over, "I dealt drugs, honey. Bad drugs. I sold pot, LSD, ecstasy, and painkillers. Hell, I supplied C to half of Scott County {Nichole's note: she means Minnesota, the county where our sweet little hometown of Mudville is located}, including Jenny's favorite cousin. I was a monster, Bridget, and that's why I want to be here for you. With enough time and effort," the former convict is pointing to herself and very animated with moving her hands while talking, "anyone can change I am to I was. Now, you choke down the tears and let us shower you in a little love, and afterwards we can get sappy and renew your Cool Girls' Club vows with real spirit in the words. OK? Good, because I can tell you learn by action and not by words, and I'm just finishing this kidnapping like it or not so that you can feel what it means when the CGC says 'Love and friendship as expressed in TUGs.' Use the socks, Joyce!"

Hannah then clamps her hand over Bridget's mouth and wraps a strong arm about her chest. The time had come for the Icy Blue Bandana Gang to bury Bridget in love. Joyce pushes Jenny's old sweaty socks into Bridget's mouth with ease. If Jenny's squeals have any meaning, it's ecstasy. Whenever dirty socks fill her rope bunny mouth, she knows she will probably have fun. I didn't know about Bridget, but at minimum she saw dirty sock gags as a type of challenge.

"Jenny, you're a talented young girl," Joyce grins while binding Bridget's kicking ankles, "I think you could dye this clothesline to make us some pretty TUG toys."
I spring at the thought, "Joyce, that's an awesome idea! Joy, write that one down for us!"
"Very funny!" Joy rolls her eyes and squirms a little bit, "And just how will I do this for you?"
"That, hot stuff," Hannah grunts a little while holding Bridget, "is your problem and not ours."
"Gmmmmmmm!" Bridget and Jenny speak in a gag talk chorus.
"Most girls crave ice cream," the strong blonde says with a laugh, "These two crave dirty socks."

While I single-handedly controll Jenny, Joyce and Hannah take on Bridget. Hannah manages to dominate Bridget while wearing heels and a skirt, which is no small feat. With Bridget bound at her ankles and thighs, Hannah is free to tie the captive's wrists together behind her back. At the same time, Joyce uses strips of double-sided tape to seal Bridget's lips and a blue bandana for an OTM gag. A classic hogtie leaves Bridget's feet very prone to tickle torture.

While they do that, I squish sweet Jenny's head with 7 layers of classic grey duct tape to keep the socks in her mouth before completely wrapping her arms together in front of her. I wrap her legs together and then wrap her forearms and lower legs together. Knowing Jenny loves all TUGs to be dialed up, I use a white bandana to blindfold her. She is my captive to love and to cherish and to… tickle to my heart's content (which is her heart's content, too)! She gives me a happy squeal of approval because that's just what Jenny does best in TUGs.

"Ha! You're. Tied. Up," Hannah mischievously and softly speaks into Bridget's ear.

Then it's time for tickling. Joyce uses a big blue rubber ball threaded with a pink bandana to gag Joy. With a few motions, Joy is also bare foot, and we are ready to love in Cool Girl style. I am a girl who prefers tickling over being tickled, and I know for sure Jenny is on her preferred side. Joy and Joyce probably would like to swap places, but I think Hannah and Bridget are also happy with their positions. Hannah and Bridget make a good pairing for tickle torture.

Let the gagged squeals begin! Jenny looks to her left and right, desperately, blindly, and loudly seeking escape, knowing she has a mouth full of toe cheese and bare feet to tickle. Because she's hogtied, Bridge tries to keep her feet underneath herself for protection, welcoming every burst of the yummy toe cheese. Last but not least, Joy's profusely drooling from the ball gag, determined to escape, despite how her thighs are tied together while her ankles are tied to the chair legs.

"Guuhhh huh huh huh huhhhhhhhhh!" Joy cries out.
"Gmm hmmmm! HMMMMMM!" Jenny wails into Bridget's socks.
"HA HA HA!" Bridget giggles then pauses, "HAAAAA! HA HA HAAAAAA!"

With tickle torture, it's only torture if it's truly unwanted. Here in the CGC, tickling is meant to lead to genuine smiles and laughter, so much so that even we captors laugh and smile more than the captives. Sure, they're howling a lot more loudly, but we're just as happy. Hannah needs this moment as much as Bridget; this is her chance to say "I'm a Cool Girl again." She knows very well how relentless the Cool Girls' Club can be. We only pursued her for 4 years to bring her back into the fold, and how much joy and healing she has found since rejoining the CGC.

People talk about the stages of tickling. I'm one that believes in three stages: boisterous laughter, forced laughter, and pain. The first one is the longest phase and the one that's most dependent on the individual. In the first stage, it's laughter just like when you're laughing at a bad joke. There is a lot that goes into it: lung capacity, muscle strength, stamina, etc. When tickling is casual and not a goal, few people get past this stage; I have asthma and easily get past this stage. Stage Two is the most unpredictable because all it takes is one wrong twitch or a brilliant method of tickling to swing things towards pain; this is the stage that's the most desirable though because this one is where you truly feel helpless and at the mercy of your captor(s). Pain individually varies and has only personal value as to how much is too much. Typically, once pain arrives, tickling ceases. I happen to like it; Joy often likes it; I don't know about Bridget and Hannah; Jenny and Joyce do not like it. That's why we have the markerboard: to remind us of individual likes and dislikes.

"You can run, but you can't hide from CGC love," Hannah says while tickling Bridget.
"Nope. I've seen that firsthand," Joyce beams, aware of her role in Hannah's return to the CGC.
"Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!" Bridget squeals, making faces at the taste of Jenny's socks.
"You know what tastes better than that?" the beautiful captor teases her captive, "Love."
"AHHHHHHHH HA HA HAAAAAA!" the captive nods in agreement when she is able.
"Yes, Bridget. You're. Tied. Up. And you're alllllll ours," never have TUGs sounded so loving.
"Bridget, Nichole and Jenny pursued Hannah for 4 years," Joyce says with a grin, "We've been after you for only a single year. You're not graduating Minnesota Tech without us by your side."
"Gmm hmm hmmmmmmm!" Jenny squirms while my finger nails tortures her bare soles.
"And Jenny has been my soul sister for nearly 16 years. You become a Cool Girl, you're here for life," I explain my own position, "Jenny and I have been through everything together."
"Guuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!" the drool hilariously flows like a faucet off Joy's gag, "UGGGHHHH!"
"It took me, what, 3 weeks to realize that this group was special?" Joyce says with a smile.
"If that long! Remember how you shocked us with those girl scout TUG skills?" I reply to her.
"Mmmm hmmm!" Jenny nods with happy glows of memories in her eyes"
"Of course she'd remember. She's the one who ended my reign of terror!" again, Joyce smiles.

"HAAAA HA HAAA!" Bridget laughs and snaps her fingers three times, a true sign of trust.
"All right, but it'd better be serious," Hannah Bandana takes the triple snap (meaning a request to have the gag removed) without levity, "Or I'm putting Nichole's socks in your mouth. Ewwww!"
"Definitely gross," Joyce's humor is in rare form on this day, "Believe me, I know all too well."
"Indeed, it was my socks that afterwards led you to admit that is not a kink of yours," I giggle.
"GMM HMM HMMMMMM!" Jenny continues laughing while enjoying the intense torment.
"All right, now," Hannah first removes the bandana OTM gag, then the tape, and then the socks.
"Thank you," Bridget smiles and sighs, "Girls, you're right. Jenny, thank you for forgiving me for what I did to you. I meant it when I apologized, and you meant it when you forgave me. It's time to embrace the CGC. Thank you, everyone, for teaching me what Cool Girl love really is."
"You are very welcome. Bridget, believe me, I've suffered," Hannah begins, and it is the start of a long and extended narrative with lots of frightened looks from Bridget throughout, but after an hour Hannah concludes, "At the end of the day, I discovered two things: (1) that there is a God who loves me and (2) that the CGC is a quirky manifestation of Christian love."

While we listen to Hannah's story (because who wouldn't be riveted by the story of how Hannah went from a Cool Girl, to a drug slinger, to an incarcerated teen, back to a drug slinger, and back to a Cool Girl?), Joy quietly escapes, Bridget is slowly released from her rope prison, and Jenny safely remains taped, gagged, and blindfolded in my inescapable, affectionate grasp. It's such a perfect blend, but no one listens more intently to Hannah's story than Bridget Sjaastad. The true highlight though is when Bridget dries a small tear from the corner of her eye and hugs Hannah, a girl who a year ago would have terrified the rower due to that sordid past. But here at the CGC all was forgiven, and now Bridget understands just how far-reaching true forgiveness is.

"Now, let's work on renewing the vows you took as a Cool Girl," I encourage Bridget.
"No! I took those vows once already," Bridget shakes her head, "Today though marks the start of me living them," she looks at all of, a smile on her face, "I will never bring Mom back or fill the hole she left behind, but I have friends who will at least give me the strength to keep living."
"That's the Cool Girl spirit," Joyce beams, "Whatever life gives us, we're there for one another!"
"Sorry to be the bait," Joy brushes her hair out of her face, "I knew you'd feel safe if I were tied."
"Good guess," the rower nods her head, "I definitely would have stayed outside otherwise!"
"Bridget, you're not the only one who found something today," Hannah Bandana grins.
"Whose idea was this grand scheme anyway?" Bridget looked around the room at us all.
"Nichole's," Joyce grins, and Bridget grabs me in what I hope is but my first teddy bear squeeze.
"MMMMM!" Jenny, still tapped, gagged with Bridget's socks, and blindfolded, rolls on the floor.

Pardon us while all five of us tickle Jenny at once.

THE END

Pretty intense! And a lovely read. Great Tickle Sequences!