The Point-of-View Test (FF/F)
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As I promised, here it is!
The Point-of-View Test
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Hi, friends, Nichole Petersen here! We're having fun here with a brief up-to 2 page narration of a story being provided by several different Cool Girls. Each one will give her view of a TUG that really happened during a gathering a couple of days before Jenny's wedding. What makes this a good scenario is that the protagonist and antagonists in this aren't among our usual narrators: Zoe Fredericks captured by Bridget Sjaastad and Giulia Randaccio, so all the narrators are free to just talk. Enjoy!
Casey Clark
'Sup? So, I'm here to tell you about what happened to my friend Zoe Fredericks on the Thursday night before Jenny's wedding. When we all gathered at Giulia LeCerf's home for a bachelorette, we were all told by Jenny that TUGs were off the menu. But, it's Giulia's home, and she—really, it's a nice home with carpet and decent furniture—plays by her rules. She wanted to kidnap one of the people she didn't really know, so she recruited the aid of a person who would likewise be a firm believer in pushing Jenny's buttons on this particular issue. And then we went, fam! It was a gathering of only Cool Girls—of course there'd be TUGs.
"Mmmmmphh!" Zoe cried out when she was grabbed in the room full of guests.
So there was Zoe, helplessly talking into Giulia's hand. Zoe's not tall at all, a bit shorter than me, but Giulia! Wow! She stands really high and played professional basketball. Gangly would not be right because she's thin but really strong, and Bridget's shorter than Zoe but a former rower. I knew Zoe was helpless, but I didn't help because I could see that they'd easily take me, who's a handicapped girl, all the way to the cleaners. And then the rope flew like chopper blades. There were apparently good reasons while Jenny called Giulia "her landlady and personal kidnapper."
Zoe at least got spared a dirty sock gag and instead got a CGC classic—a blue rubber ball with a black bandana threaded through the holes. With the bendy girls, elbow ties are easy; for several others such as myself and Zoe, elbow ties are possible but only short term. She took hers like the champ she is. Bridget, Zoe's former roommate, tied the captive's legs really well while Zoe held her down. It was a good, fun TUG, really—even if the incident violated Jenny's soft rules. LOL.
I envied her outfit, though, partially because she looks best in earthen tones, which look horrible on me. With a brown miniskirt, she had beige leggings, a beige long-sleeve t-shirt, and a brown bandana headband. Stylish is an understatement. It's no wonder Bridget and Giulia conspired to take her instead of any of the other guests. Being dressed stylish doesn't stop you from being the target of a stringent hogtie and the life of the party. Helpless. Cute. Loved.
Felice Pryce
As a dominatrix, it was absolutely heartwarming to watch those two break the rules and torque a fellow party-goer. We all knew someone would break sweet Jenny's rule, but I only knew some of the invitees and knew for sure that I was not going to be the rule breaker unless I kidnapped the bride-to-be. This took place at the home of Jenny's landlord and soon-to-be sister-in-law, a fine little house in which Jenny lived in the attached in-law apartment.
It was a nice, wide-spread room clearly set up for the intent of holding parties like these. On the walls was bright white paint, and the floors were marble. Most importantly, it was immaculately clean. It was clearly the home of someone who was rich. When in a home like this, I feel like I do not belong because of my past incarceration, but Giulia still welcomed me and others like me into her home without any qualms. I took a seat on a stainless steel barstool with a black leather seat and watched the highlight of the evening from the black granite countertops.
As a dominatrix, I saw the plot and the targeting before it even fell into motion. I can see when a Cool Girl is plotting mischief, and I saw the recruitment of the strong rower, Bridget Sjaastad, an all-to-eager accomplice mostly because she was good friends with the targeted girl. My eyes had picked up on the Zoe-Bridget dynamic long before Giulia's eyes noticed the same. I had seen no hugs or affectionate greetings, but it was clearly a meaningful friendship between them.
The targeted girl made herself a target even in my eyes, but I had restraint. When you have truly suffered due to a lack of restraint, you either lash out or learn restraint. The former is to embrace evil; the latter is to squash it. Zoe was an innocent, even if she founded a TUG sorority at school while an undergraduate at Minnesota Tech. Through a mutual friendship, I co-founded a chapter of the sorority at the University of Minnesota, and she is through that my sister. For her, a brown bandana headband was an unintentional symbol. You see that it's mere CGC fashion to most. To me, it was a symbol of her calm restraint, especially with her hair in a ponytail, and it showed her to be who she truly was: morally upstanding but lovingly mischievous.
When she chose to wear a brown miniskirt and beige leggings, Zoe chose to be true to herself, an epitome of the Cool Girl spirit of embracing individuality. The beige long-sleeve t-shirt was her true style piece because the weather would have welcomed both long or short sleeves, but Zoe's a girl who is more reserved and chooses to be in the background. In other words, she hates being a star even though she shines brightly in the lives of all who know her.
"Mmmmmmm!" the innocent Zoe Fredericks deliciously protested her sudden kidnapping.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased, to my pleasure.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" the former basketball player, as I understood Giulia was, suggested.
"GMMMMM!" Zoe grumbled as the gag she ironically invented silenced her—I mean the rubber ball gag. It's only a hollow rubber dog toy ball with holes in the sides, big enough for a bandana to be passed through them to create a ball gag, and Giulia marvelously was snug but not harmful with the tightness of the gag. How beautiful the gag talk was to my ears: "UGGGGHHHH!"
With a squeal of shock, Zoe's wrists and elbows were tied. Even at this distance, I could tell she wasn't the most flexible person, but she could handle some elbow bondage. Ropes at her ankles, knees, and thighs brought her legs together tightly enough that she was their prisoner for sure. I had never met Giulia before this week, but I could feel that she had an inner dominatrix, which is how she earned the reputation of being Jenny's "personal kidnapper." She was very dominant but very playful, with nary a ruthless bone in her body. I felt the thrill of domination though, even as an observer. It was the most quintessential Cool Girl kidnapping—designed to bring joy.
It was a scrumptious highlight of an evening that was otherwise TUG-free and memorable.
Kendra Gentry
I've known Zoe a long time, but I've known Jenny even longer. Watching Jenny simmer and then break into giggles was certainly the highlight of the evening. You see, she told us that she'd wanted the night to be TUG-less, and her future sister-in-law Giulia—who also happens to be her landlady—disobeyed orders and went after one of the guests anyway. Crazy girls!
I was talking to Jenny when we heard the yelp and the "GMMMMMMM!" of Zoe, who wore an adorable skirt and leggings combo made her have this target on her back. Next thing she knew, she was gagged with this blue rubber dog ball and getting tied up with ropes. Apparently, Giulia was really good at domination, because she made it look easy and affectionate. I wouldn't have minded if Jenny and I got taken together, but that was part of another adventure that week.
Jenny, my cousin, was the spotlight person of the week since she was the one getting married. I had met Bridget before, but we just never had the chance to get to know each other. Good girl, but I simply didn't know her. She had this shy smile but a desire to spread affectionate that gave me good feelings about her, but when the smile faded I could feel that something ached in her. I learned later that she'd lost her mother at a young age, and the Cool Girls' Club was where she'd found healing. Giulia was the older sister of Bridget's best friends. Zoe was her roommate now, and that explained her happiness with this hilarious threesome.
Now, it was funny hearing Zoe gag talk. It was fun hearing Giulia crow. It was fun watching the duo bind the captive. It was a$$-breaking hilarity watching Jenny's face turn beet red and seeing her stamp her feet at the sight of a TUG happening in a "TUG Free zone." She was the old man getting mad at the kids playing on her lawn. Her face was as red as her bandana.
Most importantly, I saw sparkles in their eyes. I must mention another witness to this sequence, my best friend and confidante, Mary-Ann. Jenny had the sparkle of envy for Zoe's position and playful frustration at her rules being foiled. Zoe had the sparkle of safety in captivity because of Bridget's involvement. Bridget had the sparkle of someone having fun with loved ones. Giulia had the sparkle of comic mischief, the one who loved spring surprises on others. All warmed my heart in different ways, but let me talk a little about Mary, my friend.
Mary watched it all and both approved and disapproved. She loved the thrill of the capture as a captor and hated it as a captive. Everyone's eyes identified with one of the three girls involved in the impromptu game, but Mary's were uncertain. When we made eye contact, I smiled at Mary a little to reassure her that her feelings were valid, and soon her eyes decided to settle on Giulia for the time being. That moment felt good, being a source of reassurance for my best friend.
Jenny and Mary were my focal points, but what a scene! I knew tomorrow Jenny and I would be spending some cousin time in silence, but I looked forward to the bonding time.
Hannah Larsson
It was the "GMMMMMM" heard around the party, my friends. When you've been through what I have been through, you become hypervigilant, and it was through games with Bridget Sjaastad that I learned how to be vulnerable in the aftermath of my experience. Bridget isn't the warmest girl even if she cares about you. She loves her friends, but she rarely says the words.
Bridget loves Zoe to this day. They're like extra siblings to each other. When Giulia wanted to flout Jenny's "No TUG" rule, she primarily picked Bridget—in my opinion—because Bridget is a friend of three people: Jenny who was getting married to Giulia's younger brother, Sera who is Giulia's younger sister and was Bridget's rowing teammate in college, and another one of Giulia's younger brothers who was dating Bridget. Bridget made perfect sense even if it looked random. Bridget sheepishly nodded her head and adjusted her hair when she was asked for her assistance.
Zoe, the target, was dressed adorably. I consider her a friend as well, more of a friend than even her younger sister Joy even though Joy is my own age. Zoe is sweet and innocent and helpful to a fault, and she really knows how to display affection in a way that you'll never forget. Her long brown hair and dark brown eyes made her perfect for the browns and beiges that she wore, and I would say she embodied the Cool Girl spirit with the brown knee skirt and the beige leggings. In a CGC gathering, a brown bandana headband was a must, but I really liked how she also pulled her hair back with the brown scrunchie. On her, a ponytail becomes something special.
"Mmmmmmm!" Zoe called out when Bridget clamped a hand over her mouth to gag her.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget said in a sisterly manner.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" Giulia, the mastermind, playfully ordered Bridget.
"GMMMMM!" Zoe lost her speech to a big blue rubber ball gag made from a dog toy.
Ironically, Zoe started a TUG sorority at Minnesota Tech as a freshman and sophomore. When a group is small and poor, they improvise, and the TUG sorority girls created homemade ball gags that were cheap and readily available. They used rubber Chuck-It dog balls that were hollow and threaded bandanas through the holes of the ball. They quickly became a staple of the group and a favorite gag for many, Zoe included. My membership in the sorority only happened because of Zoe's patient forgiveness of me, a girl who went to prison, and belief in my ability to reform.
It was simple bondage—ropes tying Zoe's ankles, knees, and thighs to hold her legs together and her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Her elbows couldn't touch with ease though she still could handle the position. She pretty quickly started drooling, making her a lovely sight for the highlight of the evening. I made a note to hold Giulia hostage the next night even if there were rumors that she didn't like being tied up—I could still hold her hand gagged though! What a sexy sight Zoe provided, and the hogtie only made her more helpless
"Poor Zoe," I walked up to the helpless girl and kissed her cheek, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
Leah Ralston
Giulia definitely brought some of that dominatrix energy to the party and made Jenny's jaw drop wide open. By the time the incident was done, Jenny's face was as red as the bandana she'd worn to epitomize her nickname of "Gangsta Princess." Poor Jenny watched Zoe get taken out of action at a distance, seeing her childhood friend go into a tight hogtie. Good stuff.
"I'm a college junior just finishing up," I explained to my brand new acquaintance, Mary-Ann.
"That's cool," she saw through me, "You want something from me? I can help."
"Um, yeah, my twin and I were interested in your studio work and…"
"Mmmmmmm!" I heard the amazing sound of a kidnapping in progress.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" my good friend Bridgtet teased her captive in a playful manner, and I turned and saw Zoe Fredericks, now a damsel-in-distress.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" a tall girl, the homeowner, led the impromptu operation .
"GMMMMM!" poor Zoe looked amazing with the homemade bright blue ball gag.
"Done like a seasoned professional," Mary-Ann put down her drink and watched in admiration.
"Are you a… dominatrix?" I asked with a slight curiosity in my voice, eager to hear her answer.
"No, domination is just as fun as submission to me," she answered and focused on the conquest.
Well, that was the moment I knew I wanted to bondage model for Mary-Ann's studio.
Bridget was always somehow different. She's genuinely playful, even if she has desires that are a bit dirty. TUGs are still for her the same game she played as a child, and they had that same air for Zoe. It was a game. I watched as the girl who I only knew was so precious that she had been given the nickname "Gangsta Gem" because she was precious and highly sought out. What a cheerful spirit. She fought, but she clearly had a beautiful friendship with Bridget.
The blue rubber ball brought expected drooling, but it brought unexpected joy. Jenny's face was still as red as her bandana, but Zoe's face shined. Here, bound with classic brown rope, we all experienced the joy of friendship. Zoe was happy to have been chosen, to be a shining star, a Gangsta Gem in Distress. Perhaps the best part was the way Bridget hugged Zoe. Soon, one of our fellow guests—I forget which—walked up to Zoe and made me and Mary-Ann laugh with her congeniality and the words which she playfully uttered to taunt Zoe.
"Poor Zoe," said the impish blonde before kissing Zoe's cheek, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
Sammy Räänta
If you ask me, Zoe's a friend, Jenny's a friend, and Bridget's a friend. I guess that really what I'm here to share with you, a moment of laughs and smiles brought about by Jenny's landlady, Giulia, and my friend Bridget. I know Giulia by proxy since I'm good friends with many girls who have a big place in her life. Really, I'm blessed to have them in my life, and so is Giulia.
Some think Zoe was cute or chic, but to me she was Zoe, the girl who tried my Russian church in open-mindedness and fell in love with it, becoming an Orthodox convert. She looked much like a person with that kind of sensibility, but she maintained her own distinct flavor of it. That's why her brown bandana headband, brown miniskirt, beige leggings, and beige long-sleeve t-shirt had a magnetic sensation. When you're true to yourself and your God, you bloom like a flower.
"GMMMMMMMM!" Zoe responded when she was wrapped in Bridget's loving embrace.
When Bridget lost her mother, it was through Jenny she found healing. When she was scared to start anew after graduation, it was through Zoe she found confidence and strength in herself to do the best she could at her new job. When she least expected it, it was through Giulia's sister Sera that she found a boyfriend. Jenny, Zoe, and the Randaccio siblings have starred in Bridget's life for years to this day, and this incident was but one joyful example of it.
I guess what really mattered was the trust. I'm Russian and come from a broken home, so trust is very fragile to me. When I met Bridget, I met a girl who was flawed but wanted to overcome her flaws. She was inspirational and a coach to me, and thanks to her I found the Cool Girls' Club, a group dedicated to "love and friendship as expressed in TUGs," or something like that. Through Bridget, I met Zoe, and through Bridget and Zoe I learned the depth of love. I never try counting my blessings, but Zoe and Bridget are two of them. The Randaccios and Jenny are two more.
I suppose you want to know how Zoe was tied up. It was basic and effective, the basics to hold a girl prisoner. Brown rope bound Zoe's arms together behind her back at her wrists and elbows; a few more ropes tied her legs together at her ankles, knees, and thighs. She was stuck, but she did not mind because of how lighthearted the moment was. She did not mind when she was gagged with a blue rubber ball threaded with a black bandana. It was knotted tightly, and I wished that I could be bound and gagged with her. But what about Jenny?
Jenny was the bride-to-be. This was her party to celebrate her friendships, the one time she ever put attention on herself like this. She was at first angry, stamping her feet. but when she saw the camaraderie she softened. She would allow this one TUG to show love towards her two friends and her future sister-in-law. She and I had already spent time together in captivity, and I had this suspicion I would be tied the next day. It was a lot of fun, and we all grew closer that week.
Joy Fredericks
When my big sister Zoe was captured by Bridget and Zoe, I did the smart thing and sat back and enjoyed the show, and I might have even had a good laugh or two at my sister's expense. We are like this, and we do it to each other with the deepest affection. There is a moral obligation when your sister gets kidnapped for TUG fun either to enjoy the scene more than anyone else present or to get involved to make sure everyone else has as good of a time or better than you have.
"Hrrrrmmmmpph!" Zoe tried to call for help, but Bridget was just too strong.
"You should not have dressed to scream 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget taunted our housemate.
"Move it, let's shut her up!" Giulia Randaccio, the owner of this, commanded the situation.
"Grrmmmphh!" my sister no longer could talk courtesy of a sorority-style homemade ball gag.
"Oh, my goodness, isn't she adorable?" I said to my friend Joyce, who was sitting beside me.
"Yep," Joyce had a wry smile on her face, sipping her drink, "Cute as a button and then some."
Bridget, Joyce, and I started freshman year of college as roommates seemingly brought together by divine intervention, and while Joyce and I immediately connected it took some months for us to break through what we called the "Bridget Wall" and earn spots in her heart. Then, despite her fears, I encouraged Bridget to accept my older sister as our third co-tenant of the apartment when we made the decision to share an apartment and move to Madison, Wisconsin after we graduated from college. That decision led to Bridget finally finding solitude in life after her mother's death and becoming the unofficial third Fredericks sister. She had gone from explosive to buoyant and become such a confidante that—get this—I'm dating her older brother now!
I wasn't familiar with Giulia LeCerf, but she made sense as the co-conspirator because she was to become Jenny's sister-in-law and, 2 years later, Bridget's sister-in-law, as both Jenny and Bridget married one of Giulia's younger siblings. Despite Bridget being the rowing teammate of Giulia's younger sister, it was Joyce who linked the Randaccio's to the Cool Girls' Club, and watching the events unfold in this manner was like watching the repercussions of a joyful decision.
"Ha ha!" I giggled while Zoe's mouth filled with the blue rubber dog ball gag.
"Giulia's good at this," Joyce said with a wry smile, "Very tender even with strangers."
"Look at that one," I directed Joyce's eyes towards her and Jenny's friend, Felice.
"She calls herself a dominatrix, but in truth," my friend told me, "It's the innocence of an escape from life, the love of the sport, and the affection for the people involved. She acts like she's only interested in the domination, but she's really reading their hearts through the TUGs she sees."
"Those ropes look tight. Well-deserved for eating the last cookie the last three batches," I wryly quipped, "Tight. but snug. It looks like a lot of fun from both sides. Look at Hannah, too."
"Hannah's…," Joyce sighed, "so scarred it hurts to look at her sometimes because she's hurt and afraid and truly cares. She doesn't see it, but what a beautiful heart she wears on her sleeve."
"I'm sorry I hurt her by judging her, but I'm happy I learned better and helped her," I added.
"You're also probably happy that you slept with her," my friend needled me about my past.
"Not really. I regret every pre-marital affair I ever had," I said with regret, "But at least we got a more meaningful connection out of that one and used it as a springboard to friendship."
"Poor Zoe!" Hannah playfully approached Zoe and kissed her, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
And that was the highlight of a joyful evening.
Jenny Kristensen
Hi! It was supposedly my party and my rules, but Giulia, my personal kidnapper and soon–to–be sister-in-law had different plans for sure. Oh, it was fun, even if I was annoyed at first. When I'd planned this party, I wanted it to be all of my favorite people getting together so we could just be ourselves, maybe enjoy each other's company, and see each other outside of TUGs.
I was talking to my cousin, Kendra, when the TUG happened. I love Kendra so much, and when she went to prison it just shattered my world. We've been through so much together or there as a loving friend when the other went through something. We're never alone, and I loved sharing my loved ones with no one more than Kenny. "GMMMMMMM!" became Zoe's battle whine.
Now, I truly love Giulia in her own way. I'd love her even if she wasn't my sister-in-law, but how fun is it that Bridget eventually married my husband's little brother? Yes, Bridget married a boy two years her junior, but the seeds had long been planted before this. This moment solidified the bond between Bridget and her future in-laws. Oh, how cute it was to see them cooperating, but it began as quiet whispers and joyful agreement. Bridget and Giulia shared a love for mischief. If I had time to tell you the stories! How much I love both of them in their own unique ways!
I love Zoe, too. She tried to distance herself from me as her sister Joy's friend, but Zoe never had an older sister complex. If Joy wanted both me and Zoe to play video games, Zoe would sit with us without a complaint. Zoe wasn't afraid to be the mischief maker, either, and she formed bonds that lasted with me and others even though she's two years older. The combination of the brown miniskirt, beige leggings, brown bandana headband, and beige long-sleeve t-shirt really brought a fun vibe to the party, showing her playfulness, softness, and kindness all at once. God made a wonderful person when he made Zoe Fredericks, and I thank God for her every day!
I can't forget Giulia, my personal kidnapper. She's the only Cool Girl who is purely dominant—I would not say she's more than that. She cultivates games and experiences, and she understands two very important things—safety and respect. Oh, sure, she might tie me to the chair and leave me there for a while, but she checks up on me and makes sure I'm safe and often stays too. She's a clever girl who appreciates both the game and the people, and what fun she is. I love her for so much more than that, but believe me she makes TUGs so much fun! She barked out orders like a former basketball player would, but she smiled in a way that made it clear that she only wanted a fun adventure, and she even gave me a glance that said "I dare you to stop me, sugar."
Our friend Hannah Larsson walked up to Zoe and said, with a sweet kiss on Zoe 's cheek, "Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!" And the words were so kindly yet mocking, we all laughed.
I had stamped my feet and blushed when the flouting of my "no TUGs" rule had begun, but after Hannah spoke I was laughing as hard as anyone else. I could say so much more, but I wanted to highlight Zoe and Giulia and their personalities at this moment. This is just a brief example for a little snapshot of what I saw that night, and I assure you I have many stories of all of the amazing friends I mentioned in this tale and a whole lot more. How. I. Love. Them!
Thanks for reading this little adventure! I'll see you next time!
Mary-Ann Jamison
And I thought I was a wildcat! I'm still a wildcat, but I am not as brazen as Giulia Randaccio! If Jenny said "No TUGs," then I took that literally. My TUG toys were still in my van, and I would not bring them into the house until Jenny gave me permission. But wow! That basketball player knew had to push Jenny in all the right ways. Hee hee heeeeee! Awww, Jenny, you're adorable.
"I'm a college junior just finishing up," a young Cool Girl, Leah, explained to me.
"That's cool," I said—pun intended! Ha!—"You need something from me? I can help."
"Um, yeah, my twin and I were interested in your studio work and…" she said, but then chaos!
"Mmmmmmm!" there was Zoe Fredericks becoming a beautiful damsel-in-distress!
I was honored by the young girl's respectful tone, but reality is that I'm only 3 years her senior. I had many girls work for me over the years, but she was the most sheepish and respectful about it. Oh, ho ho, I turned my head to find the action, because I love watching a good TUG show. What I didn't know was who was perpetrating this misdeed of hilarity and brilliant defiance! I have to focus on Zoe—I didn't really know the other girls too well, if I knew them at all! Heeee hee hee!
The gag, the bright blue sorority–style homemade ball gag, made a bold sound against the earthy outfit Zoe wore. I liked how she used both the ponytail and the bandana headband to look like a Cool Girl and keep her hair aside. I still remember how she welcomed me into her home the first time I met her, and how her little sister initially was apprehensive because of my criminal past. I now can smile, laugh, or cry as appropriate when considering those choices I made depending on which aspect I am considering. It was an interesting show I watched unfold, though.
Bridget? I knew her, but not well. Her platinum blonde hair and blue eyes gave her innocence; I think this was the wildcat side of a girl who had no trauma, unlike me. Some girls enjoy aspects of TUGs in different ways, and she brought a mischievous ebullience to this. The accomplice, an incredibly tall and smart lady named Giulia, knew how to be a hostess (we were in her home, hee hee heeeee!) of horrors, a friend, family, and a conspirator. Zoe was a cute, joyful captive. Yes, I am saying that they were having fun in the true CGC spirit of TUGs, love, and friendship.
"Done like a seasoned professional," I quietly said and interrupted my conversation to watch.
"Are you a… dominatrix?" Leah asked with a bold, humble curiosity; I knew I liked her already.
"No, domination is just as fun as submission to me," I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled at her.
But, ohhhh, Jenny! Ho ho! That girl is full of spunk and sass. She wasn't red-faced just because her "no TUGs" request had been annihilated spectacularly. She was jealous, that naughty, sugary sweet rope bunny! Oh, yes, she wanted to be the one bound and gagged if her guests were going to break the rules, and she became pinker than the gym shorts she was wearing. Oh, how cute of an appearance she had, and since I was sleeping on her sofa while here in town I just knew how I was going to wake her up… at 3 or 4 AM! Heeee heee heee heeeeeee! Bahhhhhh ha ha haaa! I warn you, my dear readers, never turn your back on a wildcat! Never! My friend Hannah had an adorable way of acknowledging the situation, carefully adjusting her blue bandana on approach.
"Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!" and then she gave Zoe the kindest kiss on the cheek.
Until next time… keep on TUG-ging!
Joyce Verdi
Everyone saw it coming. Not if someone was nabbed, but who, when, why and how it happened.
"Grrrmmmmm!" The voice called out, full of energetic, playful resistance.
Zoe came intending to be a predator and instead became prey. When you wear a brown bandana like that, you're saying "I'm a Cool Girl," but when you have Zoe's ensemble it adds, "And I love that God made me a girl." The earthiness of brown is approachable, like her, and the brown knee skirt was flowy and soft and actually the one that she and I bought together as college students. I was wearing one of mine, and no one had realized that we'd deliberately worn opposing outfits. I had a beige bandana and miniskirt; she had beige leggings and a long-sleeve tee; I had brown for my leggings and similar tee. We were planning to kidnap one of our mutual friends, but plans do change sometimes. What did I do? I kept my lips shut and leaned back to enjoy the scene.
"You should not have dressed to scream 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased the captive.
"Move it and shut her up!" Giulia, a tall former basketball player, cheerfully commanded things.
"Grrrmmmmm!" a homemade ball gag, the kind Soe invented 6+ years before this, shut her up.
"Oh, my goodness, isn't she adorable?" my dear friend Joy, Zoe's little sister, asked me.
"Yep," I smiled and enjoyed my tea, "Cute as a button and then some," and I meant all three.
Giulia, a wonderful playful young woman, wife, mother, and retired basketball star, led things in a true Cool Girl spirit. My best friend, Giulia's younger sister Serafina, sat to my right while Joy sat to my left. I could see the envy in Sera's eyes, that adorable desire to be tied up that many of my friends share, although I do not. It was funny that both Sera and Jenny, the bride-to-be, were watching this chaos break out and respectively desiring to be in Zoe's position, but Giulia looked like an enforcer because she was strong even if slender. The black shorts and pink t-shirt looked more athletic, and you could not tell that she was a mother of two. When you come to this place, if you like being tied up then Giulia will eventually target you.
Then there's Bridget. When Jenny told us to dress as we like, Bridget chose to look herself with her rowing practice getup! Navy gym shorts and the famous white and navy horizontally striped tank top weren't exactly what I would have chosen for myself, but she looked like the Bridget I'd grown to love and cherish during our freshman year as roommates along with Joy. Friendship is a thing you find where you often least expect, and I found it in Joy, Bridget, Sera, and the many wonderful people to whom they connected me. I could watch this scene unfold and smile.
"Giulia's good at this," I smiled wryly and turned to Joy, "Very tender even with strangers."
"Look at that one," my friend distracted me with my friend and colleague, Felice.
"She calls herself a dominatrix," I said, looking into her eyes, "but in truth, it's the innocence of an escape from life, the love of the sport, and the affection for the people involved. She acts like she's only interested in the domination, but she's really reading their hearts through the TUGs she sees," I explained my friend's body language, knowing the beautiful heart hidden by the smile.
I could probably talk about all the party-goers, but I'll pause for Felice right now. She has a hard time because of many factors, but she means well. She looks like a dominatrix, but she loves the submissive side too and plays both with equal flair. When most hear the word "dominatrix," they instantly picture this soulless sociopathic entity of evil; that's not Felice. Felice spanks you while also loving you enough to hold back lest she harm you. In her control, you're totally safe. She is a wonderful person with a deep faith in God even if she only recently formally became Catholic. I looked in her eyes, even if she envied Giulia's position, and saw a human full of complexity.
"Those ropes look tight. Well-deserved for eating the last cookie the last three batches," Joy said in a playfully sarcastic tone, "Tight. but snug. It looks like a lot of fun. Look at Hannah, too."
"Hannah's," I took a deep breath before continuing, "so scarred it hurts to look at her sometimes because she's hurt and afraid and truly cares," I paused to sip my drink before continuing my little observation, "She doesn't realize it, but what a beautiful heart she wears on her sleeve."
"I'm sorry I hurt her by judging her but happy I learned better and helped her," my friend mused.
"You're also probably happy that you slept with her," I sweetly teased Joy about her sexuality.
"Not really. I regret every extra-marital affair I ever had, but at least we got a more meaningful connection out of that one and used it as a springboard to friendship," she candidly admitted.
"Ha !" Hannah playfully approached Zoe and kissed her, "You're. Tied. Up. Poor thing!"
"I'd like to be tied up," Sera whispered, the only thing she said while under Giulia's spell.
What a fun night that was, one of many memorable occasions during Jenny's special week.
Janie Rondell
It was one of those moments where I felt almost out of place witnessing a game. It's strange as I didn't have much of a friendship with Zoe, didn't know Giulia, and admittedly didn't like Bridget as much as my other college friends. I always kind of felt she was a sniveling snot, and I failed a fellow Cool Girl by my lack of empathy towards her during my first two years of college.
But there was joy in the scene precisely because I couldn't properly judge the participants. While I was there for Jenny's sake, I truly felt like God put me there so that I could see the real Bridget in a place where I could rightly atone for my prior harsh judgments of her in the past. Don't get the wrong impression: I saw qualities I admired in Bridget. I just failed to make room for her in my heart and deprived myself of friendship with a person who turned out to have a beautiful soul full of deep affection and protection for her loved ones. I missed out on someone amazing.
I saw love in Bridget's eyes. That spark was undeniable. I felt foolish being clueless about Zoe when I was a friend of Joy's. Turning 17 during freshman year didn't help; Zoe graduated at the end of that year and left Minnesota; you had to be 18 to join the TUG sorority Zoe had founded at our college. I liked her; and I knew there had to be something special for Bridget to love her captive so much. Giulia was merely a person who had recruited Bridget, if you ask me.
I really don't have much else to say, unfortunately. That week, though, I mended things between me and Bridget, much to my happiness. I discovered what a good soul she had for real, and we enjoyed some TUGs since it turned out that we had hotel rooms across the hall from each other. That's for another story, but it's one of my happiest memories of a truly happy week for all.
Nichole Petersen
Well, it was my bestie Jenny's wedding week, and the Gangsta Queen wanted this one party to be free from TUGs so that we could relax and enjoy each other on the emotional level much better. I came dressed as a Gangsta Queen because that was my style and was true of many Cool Girls. If the Gangsta Princess wanted no TUGs, then the Queen was leaving her TUG bag behind for a few hours to honor that request. But I didn't know Giulia Randaccio LeCerf.
Zoe, the beloved Gangsta Gem, long held a special place in my heart, and she was like a sister to me. The brown bandana headband was more than just a Cool Girl symbol; the color signaled a touch of piety as well. The brown flowy knee skirt was a dash of energy; the beige leggings and long-sleeve t-shirt were her humility and comfort. With a brown scrunchie holding her hair back in a ponytail, the brown-haired brown-eyed girl looked as friendly as she was.
Bridget was dressed like the sneaky rower I loved in college with her navy shorts and the classic tank with the navy and white horizontal stripes. Giulia, the landlady Jenny lovingly beknighted as her "personal kidnapper," had this congenial mischief on her face, and it was while talking to me that Bridget was recruited for Giulia's hilariously playful act of picking out a girl to kidnap. I was the naughty girl who pointed out Zoe as a perfect target. I rubbed my hands together with a bit of mischievous glee while watching Bridget and Giulia approach Zoe so they could nab her.
"GMMMMM!" was Zoe's response to her sudden capture by the powerful, affectionate rower.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased her roommate.
"Quick," Giulia led the brewing situation, "let's shut her up!"
"GMMMMM!" Zoe responded while she was gagged with the blue rubber dog ball while Giulia tightly knotted the black bandana threaded through the holes of the ball.
"Ha!" I laughed to myself and whispered into a friend's ear, "Giulia's learned well from Jenny!"
Which was funnier? The Gangsta Princess's mock frustration and genuine desire to be taken in place of Zoe because the bride-to-be wanted to be the one tied if anyone was breaking the rules. The Gangsta Gem provided wonderful gag talk. Then there was Hannah Bandana, my friend and colleague, who watched the entire scene with a bemused look on her face. Let's tackle Jenny as I know her better than anyone else in the room.
Jenny was adorably frustrated, and her face turned beet red like her bandana. Anyway, let's back up on that and focus on Hannah because of something I just remembered. I was in the room just as Hannah gleefully approached Zoe. Hannah Bandana unsurprisingly likes to wear… bandanas! I'm sure I didn't fool you on that one. Anyway, I burst into laughter when she walked right up to Zoe, gave her that platonic peck on the cheek, and taunted, "Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
And then I helped Jenny sneak away and back into her apartment without anyone noticing so that I could talk her down out of her state. Some people get cravings for chocolate, or candy, or cake, or fried chicken, or a steak; Jenny gets cravings for being bound and gagged four times per week. Regardless, it was funny and it was a good night; we thankfully staved off Jenny's terrible spat of Rope Bunny disease. She's funny, and I love her as much today as I did then or 10 years before.
With that, I bring this story to a close.
The Question
Which POV was your favorite? We're posting a poll for the quiet folks as well.
As I promised, here it is!
The Point-of-View Test
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Hi, friends, Nichole Petersen here! We're having fun here with a brief up-to 2 page narration of a story being provided by several different Cool Girls. Each one will give her view of a TUG that really happened during a gathering a couple of days before Jenny's wedding. What makes this a good scenario is that the protagonist and antagonists in this aren't among our usual narrators: Zoe Fredericks captured by Bridget Sjaastad and Giulia Randaccio, so all the narrators are free to just talk. Enjoy!
Casey Clark
'Sup? So, I'm here to tell you about what happened to my friend Zoe Fredericks on the Thursday night before Jenny's wedding. When we all gathered at Giulia LeCerf's home for a bachelorette, we were all told by Jenny that TUGs were off the menu. But, it's Giulia's home, and she—really, it's a nice home with carpet and decent furniture—plays by her rules. She wanted to kidnap one of the people she didn't really know, so she recruited the aid of a person who would likewise be a firm believer in pushing Jenny's buttons on this particular issue. And then we went, fam! It was a gathering of only Cool Girls—of course there'd be TUGs.
"Mmmmmphh!" Zoe cried out when she was grabbed in the room full of guests.
So there was Zoe, helplessly talking into Giulia's hand. Zoe's not tall at all, a bit shorter than me, but Giulia! Wow! She stands really high and played professional basketball. Gangly would not be right because she's thin but really strong, and Bridget's shorter than Zoe but a former rower. I knew Zoe was helpless, but I didn't help because I could see that they'd easily take me, who's a handicapped girl, all the way to the cleaners. And then the rope flew like chopper blades. There were apparently good reasons while Jenny called Giulia "her landlady and personal kidnapper."
Zoe at least got spared a dirty sock gag and instead got a CGC classic—a blue rubber ball with a black bandana threaded through the holes. With the bendy girls, elbow ties are easy; for several others such as myself and Zoe, elbow ties are possible but only short term. She took hers like the champ she is. Bridget, Zoe's former roommate, tied the captive's legs really well while Zoe held her down. It was a good, fun TUG, really—even if the incident violated Jenny's soft rules. LOL.
I envied her outfit, though, partially because she looks best in earthen tones, which look horrible on me. With a brown miniskirt, she had beige leggings, a beige long-sleeve t-shirt, and a brown bandana headband. Stylish is an understatement. It's no wonder Bridget and Giulia conspired to take her instead of any of the other guests. Being dressed stylish doesn't stop you from being the target of a stringent hogtie and the life of the party. Helpless. Cute. Loved.
Felice Pryce
As a dominatrix, it was absolutely heartwarming to watch those two break the rules and torque a fellow party-goer. We all knew someone would break sweet Jenny's rule, but I only knew some of the invitees and knew for sure that I was not going to be the rule breaker unless I kidnapped the bride-to-be. This took place at the home of Jenny's landlord and soon-to-be sister-in-law, a fine little house in which Jenny lived in the attached in-law apartment.
It was a nice, wide-spread room clearly set up for the intent of holding parties like these. On the walls was bright white paint, and the floors were marble. Most importantly, it was immaculately clean. It was clearly the home of someone who was rich. When in a home like this, I feel like I do not belong because of my past incarceration, but Giulia still welcomed me and others like me into her home without any qualms. I took a seat on a stainless steel barstool with a black leather seat and watched the highlight of the evening from the black granite countertops.
As a dominatrix, I saw the plot and the targeting before it even fell into motion. I can see when a Cool Girl is plotting mischief, and I saw the recruitment of the strong rower, Bridget Sjaastad, an all-to-eager accomplice mostly because she was good friends with the targeted girl. My eyes had picked up on the Zoe-Bridget dynamic long before Giulia's eyes noticed the same. I had seen no hugs or affectionate greetings, but it was clearly a meaningful friendship between them.
The targeted girl made herself a target even in my eyes, but I had restraint. When you have truly suffered due to a lack of restraint, you either lash out or learn restraint. The former is to embrace evil; the latter is to squash it. Zoe was an innocent, even if she founded a TUG sorority at school while an undergraduate at Minnesota Tech. Through a mutual friendship, I co-founded a chapter of the sorority at the University of Minnesota, and she is through that my sister. For her, a brown bandana headband was an unintentional symbol. You see that it's mere CGC fashion to most. To me, it was a symbol of her calm restraint, especially with her hair in a ponytail, and it showed her to be who she truly was: morally upstanding but lovingly mischievous.
When she chose to wear a brown miniskirt and beige leggings, Zoe chose to be true to herself, an epitome of the Cool Girl spirit of embracing individuality. The beige long-sleeve t-shirt was her true style piece because the weather would have welcomed both long or short sleeves, but Zoe's a girl who is more reserved and chooses to be in the background. In other words, she hates being a star even though she shines brightly in the lives of all who know her.
"Mmmmmmm!" the innocent Zoe Fredericks deliciously protested her sudden kidnapping.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased, to my pleasure.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" the former basketball player, as I understood Giulia was, suggested.
"GMMMMM!" Zoe grumbled as the gag she ironically invented silenced her—I mean the rubber ball gag. It's only a hollow rubber dog toy ball with holes in the sides, big enough for a bandana to be passed through them to create a ball gag, and Giulia marvelously was snug but not harmful with the tightness of the gag. How beautiful the gag talk was to my ears: "UGGGGHHHH!"
With a squeal of shock, Zoe's wrists and elbows were tied. Even at this distance, I could tell she wasn't the most flexible person, but she could handle some elbow bondage. Ropes at her ankles, knees, and thighs brought her legs together tightly enough that she was their prisoner for sure. I had never met Giulia before this week, but I could feel that she had an inner dominatrix, which is how she earned the reputation of being Jenny's "personal kidnapper." She was very dominant but very playful, with nary a ruthless bone in her body. I felt the thrill of domination though, even as an observer. It was the most quintessential Cool Girl kidnapping—designed to bring joy.
It was a scrumptious highlight of an evening that was otherwise TUG-free and memorable.
Kendra Gentry
I've known Zoe a long time, but I've known Jenny even longer. Watching Jenny simmer and then break into giggles was certainly the highlight of the evening. You see, she told us that she'd wanted the night to be TUG-less, and her future sister-in-law Giulia—who also happens to be her landlady—disobeyed orders and went after one of the guests anyway. Crazy girls!
I was talking to Jenny when we heard the yelp and the "GMMMMMMM!" of Zoe, who wore an adorable skirt and leggings combo made her have this target on her back. Next thing she knew, she was gagged with this blue rubber dog ball and getting tied up with ropes. Apparently, Giulia was really good at domination, because she made it look easy and affectionate. I wouldn't have minded if Jenny and I got taken together, but that was part of another adventure that week.
Jenny, my cousin, was the spotlight person of the week since she was the one getting married. I had met Bridget before, but we just never had the chance to get to know each other. Good girl, but I simply didn't know her. She had this shy smile but a desire to spread affectionate that gave me good feelings about her, but when the smile faded I could feel that something ached in her. I learned later that she'd lost her mother at a young age, and the Cool Girls' Club was where she'd found healing. Giulia was the older sister of Bridget's best friends. Zoe was her roommate now, and that explained her happiness with this hilarious threesome.
Now, it was funny hearing Zoe gag talk. It was fun hearing Giulia crow. It was fun watching the duo bind the captive. It was a$$-breaking hilarity watching Jenny's face turn beet red and seeing her stamp her feet at the sight of a TUG happening in a "TUG Free zone." She was the old man getting mad at the kids playing on her lawn. Her face was as red as her bandana.
Most importantly, I saw sparkles in their eyes. I must mention another witness to this sequence, my best friend and confidante, Mary-Ann. Jenny had the sparkle of envy for Zoe's position and playful frustration at her rules being foiled. Zoe had the sparkle of safety in captivity because of Bridget's involvement. Bridget had the sparkle of someone having fun with loved ones. Giulia had the sparkle of comic mischief, the one who loved spring surprises on others. All warmed my heart in different ways, but let me talk a little about Mary, my friend.
Mary watched it all and both approved and disapproved. She loved the thrill of the capture as a captor and hated it as a captive. Everyone's eyes identified with one of the three girls involved in the impromptu game, but Mary's were uncertain. When we made eye contact, I smiled at Mary a little to reassure her that her feelings were valid, and soon her eyes decided to settle on Giulia for the time being. That moment felt good, being a source of reassurance for my best friend.
Jenny and Mary were my focal points, but what a scene! I knew tomorrow Jenny and I would be spending some cousin time in silence, but I looked forward to the bonding time.
Hannah Larsson
It was the "GMMMMMM" heard around the party, my friends. When you've been through what I have been through, you become hypervigilant, and it was through games with Bridget Sjaastad that I learned how to be vulnerable in the aftermath of my experience. Bridget isn't the warmest girl even if she cares about you. She loves her friends, but she rarely says the words.
Bridget loves Zoe to this day. They're like extra siblings to each other. When Giulia wanted to flout Jenny's "No TUG" rule, she primarily picked Bridget—in my opinion—because Bridget is a friend of three people: Jenny who was getting married to Giulia's younger brother, Sera who is Giulia's younger sister and was Bridget's rowing teammate in college, and another one of Giulia's younger brothers who was dating Bridget. Bridget made perfect sense even if it looked random. Bridget sheepishly nodded her head and adjusted her hair when she was asked for her assistance.
Zoe, the target, was dressed adorably. I consider her a friend as well, more of a friend than even her younger sister Joy even though Joy is my own age. Zoe is sweet and innocent and helpful to a fault, and she really knows how to display affection in a way that you'll never forget. Her long brown hair and dark brown eyes made her perfect for the browns and beiges that she wore, and I would say she embodied the Cool Girl spirit with the brown knee skirt and the beige leggings. In a CGC gathering, a brown bandana headband was a must, but I really liked how she also pulled her hair back with the brown scrunchie. On her, a ponytail becomes something special.
"Mmmmmmm!" Zoe called out when Bridget clamped a hand over her mouth to gag her.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget said in a sisterly manner.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" Giulia, the mastermind, playfully ordered Bridget.
"GMMMMM!" Zoe lost her speech to a big blue rubber ball gag made from a dog toy.
Ironically, Zoe started a TUG sorority at Minnesota Tech as a freshman and sophomore. When a group is small and poor, they improvise, and the TUG sorority girls created homemade ball gags that were cheap and readily available. They used rubber Chuck-It dog balls that were hollow and threaded bandanas through the holes of the ball. They quickly became a staple of the group and a favorite gag for many, Zoe included. My membership in the sorority only happened because of Zoe's patient forgiveness of me, a girl who went to prison, and belief in my ability to reform.
It was simple bondage—ropes tying Zoe's ankles, knees, and thighs to hold her legs together and her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Her elbows couldn't touch with ease though she still could handle the position. She pretty quickly started drooling, making her a lovely sight for the highlight of the evening. I made a note to hold Giulia hostage the next night even if there were rumors that she didn't like being tied up—I could still hold her hand gagged though! What a sexy sight Zoe provided, and the hogtie only made her more helpless
"Poor Zoe," I walked up to the helpless girl and kissed her cheek, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
Leah Ralston
Giulia definitely brought some of that dominatrix energy to the party and made Jenny's jaw drop wide open. By the time the incident was done, Jenny's face was as red as the bandana she'd worn to epitomize her nickname of "Gangsta Princess." Poor Jenny watched Zoe get taken out of action at a distance, seeing her childhood friend go into a tight hogtie. Good stuff.
"I'm a college junior just finishing up," I explained to my brand new acquaintance, Mary-Ann.
"That's cool," she saw through me, "You want something from me? I can help."
"Um, yeah, my twin and I were interested in your studio work and…"
"Mmmmmmm!" I heard the amazing sound of a kidnapping in progress.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" my good friend Bridgtet teased her captive in a playful manner, and I turned and saw Zoe Fredericks, now a damsel-in-distress.
"Quick, let's shut her up!" a tall girl, the homeowner, led the impromptu operation .
"GMMMMM!" poor Zoe looked amazing with the homemade bright blue ball gag.
"Done like a seasoned professional," Mary-Ann put down her drink and watched in admiration.
"Are you a… dominatrix?" I asked with a slight curiosity in my voice, eager to hear her answer.
"No, domination is just as fun as submission to me," she answered and focused on the conquest.
Well, that was the moment I knew I wanted to bondage model for Mary-Ann's studio.
Bridget was always somehow different. She's genuinely playful, even if she has desires that are a bit dirty. TUGs are still for her the same game she played as a child, and they had that same air for Zoe. It was a game. I watched as the girl who I only knew was so precious that she had been given the nickname "Gangsta Gem" because she was precious and highly sought out. What a cheerful spirit. She fought, but she clearly had a beautiful friendship with Bridget.
The blue rubber ball brought expected drooling, but it brought unexpected joy. Jenny's face was still as red as her bandana, but Zoe's face shined. Here, bound with classic brown rope, we all experienced the joy of friendship. Zoe was happy to have been chosen, to be a shining star, a Gangsta Gem in Distress. Perhaps the best part was the way Bridget hugged Zoe. Soon, one of our fellow guests—I forget which—walked up to Zoe and made me and Mary-Ann laugh with her congeniality and the words which she playfully uttered to taunt Zoe.
"Poor Zoe," said the impish blonde before kissing Zoe's cheek, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
Sammy Räänta
If you ask me, Zoe's a friend, Jenny's a friend, and Bridget's a friend. I guess that really what I'm here to share with you, a moment of laughs and smiles brought about by Jenny's landlady, Giulia, and my friend Bridget. I know Giulia by proxy since I'm good friends with many girls who have a big place in her life. Really, I'm blessed to have them in my life, and so is Giulia.
Some think Zoe was cute or chic, but to me she was Zoe, the girl who tried my Russian church in open-mindedness and fell in love with it, becoming an Orthodox convert. She looked much like a person with that kind of sensibility, but she maintained her own distinct flavor of it. That's why her brown bandana headband, brown miniskirt, beige leggings, and beige long-sleeve t-shirt had a magnetic sensation. When you're true to yourself and your God, you bloom like a flower.
"GMMMMMMMM!" Zoe responded when she was wrapped in Bridget's loving embrace.
When Bridget lost her mother, it was through Jenny she found healing. When she was scared to start anew after graduation, it was through Zoe she found confidence and strength in herself to do the best she could at her new job. When she least expected it, it was through Giulia's sister Sera that she found a boyfriend. Jenny, Zoe, and the Randaccio siblings have starred in Bridget's life for years to this day, and this incident was but one joyful example of it.
I guess what really mattered was the trust. I'm Russian and come from a broken home, so trust is very fragile to me. When I met Bridget, I met a girl who was flawed but wanted to overcome her flaws. She was inspirational and a coach to me, and thanks to her I found the Cool Girls' Club, a group dedicated to "love and friendship as expressed in TUGs," or something like that. Through Bridget, I met Zoe, and through Bridget and Zoe I learned the depth of love. I never try counting my blessings, but Zoe and Bridget are two of them. The Randaccios and Jenny are two more.
I suppose you want to know how Zoe was tied up. It was basic and effective, the basics to hold a girl prisoner. Brown rope bound Zoe's arms together behind her back at her wrists and elbows; a few more ropes tied her legs together at her ankles, knees, and thighs. She was stuck, but she did not mind because of how lighthearted the moment was. She did not mind when she was gagged with a blue rubber ball threaded with a black bandana. It was knotted tightly, and I wished that I could be bound and gagged with her. But what about Jenny?
Jenny was the bride-to-be. This was her party to celebrate her friendships, the one time she ever put attention on herself like this. She was at first angry, stamping her feet. but when she saw the camaraderie she softened. She would allow this one TUG to show love towards her two friends and her future sister-in-law. She and I had already spent time together in captivity, and I had this suspicion I would be tied the next day. It was a lot of fun, and we all grew closer that week.
Joy Fredericks
When my big sister Zoe was captured by Bridget and Zoe, I did the smart thing and sat back and enjoyed the show, and I might have even had a good laugh or two at my sister's expense. We are like this, and we do it to each other with the deepest affection. There is a moral obligation when your sister gets kidnapped for TUG fun either to enjoy the scene more than anyone else present or to get involved to make sure everyone else has as good of a time or better than you have.
"Hrrrrmmmmpph!" Zoe tried to call for help, but Bridget was just too strong.
"You should not have dressed to scream 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget taunted our housemate.
"Move it, let's shut her up!" Giulia Randaccio, the owner of this, commanded the situation.
"Grrmmmphh!" my sister no longer could talk courtesy of a sorority-style homemade ball gag.
"Oh, my goodness, isn't she adorable?" I said to my friend Joyce, who was sitting beside me.
"Yep," Joyce had a wry smile on her face, sipping her drink, "Cute as a button and then some."
Bridget, Joyce, and I started freshman year of college as roommates seemingly brought together by divine intervention, and while Joyce and I immediately connected it took some months for us to break through what we called the "Bridget Wall" and earn spots in her heart. Then, despite her fears, I encouraged Bridget to accept my older sister as our third co-tenant of the apartment when we made the decision to share an apartment and move to Madison, Wisconsin after we graduated from college. That decision led to Bridget finally finding solitude in life after her mother's death and becoming the unofficial third Fredericks sister. She had gone from explosive to buoyant and become such a confidante that—get this—I'm dating her older brother now!
I wasn't familiar with Giulia LeCerf, but she made sense as the co-conspirator because she was to become Jenny's sister-in-law and, 2 years later, Bridget's sister-in-law, as both Jenny and Bridget married one of Giulia's younger siblings. Despite Bridget being the rowing teammate of Giulia's younger sister, it was Joyce who linked the Randaccio's to the Cool Girls' Club, and watching the events unfold in this manner was like watching the repercussions of a joyful decision.
"Ha ha!" I giggled while Zoe's mouth filled with the blue rubber dog ball gag.
"Giulia's good at this," Joyce said with a wry smile, "Very tender even with strangers."
"Look at that one," I directed Joyce's eyes towards her and Jenny's friend, Felice.
"She calls herself a dominatrix, but in truth," my friend told me, "It's the innocence of an escape from life, the love of the sport, and the affection for the people involved. She acts like she's only interested in the domination, but she's really reading their hearts through the TUGs she sees."
"Those ropes look tight. Well-deserved for eating the last cookie the last three batches," I wryly quipped, "Tight. but snug. It looks like a lot of fun from both sides. Look at Hannah, too."
"Hannah's…," Joyce sighed, "so scarred it hurts to look at her sometimes because she's hurt and afraid and truly cares. She doesn't see it, but what a beautiful heart she wears on her sleeve."
"I'm sorry I hurt her by judging her, but I'm happy I learned better and helped her," I added.
"You're also probably happy that you slept with her," my friend needled me about my past.
"Not really. I regret every pre-marital affair I ever had," I said with regret, "But at least we got a more meaningful connection out of that one and used it as a springboard to friendship."
"Poor Zoe!" Hannah playfully approached Zoe and kissed her, "You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
And that was the highlight of a joyful evening.
Jenny Kristensen
Hi! It was supposedly my party and my rules, but Giulia, my personal kidnapper and soon–to–be sister-in-law had different plans for sure. Oh, it was fun, even if I was annoyed at first. When I'd planned this party, I wanted it to be all of my favorite people getting together so we could just be ourselves, maybe enjoy each other's company, and see each other outside of TUGs.
I was talking to my cousin, Kendra, when the TUG happened. I love Kendra so much, and when she went to prison it just shattered my world. We've been through so much together or there as a loving friend when the other went through something. We're never alone, and I loved sharing my loved ones with no one more than Kenny. "GMMMMMMM!" became Zoe's battle whine.
Now, I truly love Giulia in her own way. I'd love her even if she wasn't my sister-in-law, but how fun is it that Bridget eventually married my husband's little brother? Yes, Bridget married a boy two years her junior, but the seeds had long been planted before this. This moment solidified the bond between Bridget and her future in-laws. Oh, how cute it was to see them cooperating, but it began as quiet whispers and joyful agreement. Bridget and Giulia shared a love for mischief. If I had time to tell you the stories! How much I love both of them in their own unique ways!
I love Zoe, too. She tried to distance herself from me as her sister Joy's friend, but Zoe never had an older sister complex. If Joy wanted both me and Zoe to play video games, Zoe would sit with us without a complaint. Zoe wasn't afraid to be the mischief maker, either, and she formed bonds that lasted with me and others even though she's two years older. The combination of the brown miniskirt, beige leggings, brown bandana headband, and beige long-sleeve t-shirt really brought a fun vibe to the party, showing her playfulness, softness, and kindness all at once. God made a wonderful person when he made Zoe Fredericks, and I thank God for her every day!
I can't forget Giulia, my personal kidnapper. She's the only Cool Girl who is purely dominant—I would not say she's more than that. She cultivates games and experiences, and she understands two very important things—safety and respect. Oh, sure, she might tie me to the chair and leave me there for a while, but she checks up on me and makes sure I'm safe and often stays too. She's a clever girl who appreciates both the game and the people, and what fun she is. I love her for so much more than that, but believe me she makes TUGs so much fun! She barked out orders like a former basketball player would, but she smiled in a way that made it clear that she only wanted a fun adventure, and she even gave me a glance that said "I dare you to stop me, sugar."
Our friend Hannah Larsson walked up to Zoe and said, with a sweet kiss on Zoe 's cheek, "Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!" And the words were so kindly yet mocking, we all laughed.
I had stamped my feet and blushed when the flouting of my "no TUGs" rule had begun, but after Hannah spoke I was laughing as hard as anyone else. I could say so much more, but I wanted to highlight Zoe and Giulia and their personalities at this moment. This is just a brief example for a little snapshot of what I saw that night, and I assure you I have many stories of all of the amazing friends I mentioned in this tale and a whole lot more. How. I. Love. Them!
Thanks for reading this little adventure! I'll see you next time!
Mary-Ann Jamison
And I thought I was a wildcat! I'm still a wildcat, but I am not as brazen as Giulia Randaccio! If Jenny said "No TUGs," then I took that literally. My TUG toys were still in my van, and I would not bring them into the house until Jenny gave me permission. But wow! That basketball player knew had to push Jenny in all the right ways. Hee hee heeeeee! Awww, Jenny, you're adorable.
"I'm a college junior just finishing up," a young Cool Girl, Leah, explained to me.
"That's cool," I said—pun intended! Ha!—"You need something from me? I can help."
"Um, yeah, my twin and I were interested in your studio work and…" she said, but then chaos!
"Mmmmmmm!" there was Zoe Fredericks becoming a beautiful damsel-in-distress!
I was honored by the young girl's respectful tone, but reality is that I'm only 3 years her senior. I had many girls work for me over the years, but she was the most sheepish and respectful about it. Oh, ho ho, I turned my head to find the action, because I love watching a good TUG show. What I didn't know was who was perpetrating this misdeed of hilarity and brilliant defiance! I have to focus on Zoe—I didn't really know the other girls too well, if I knew them at all! Heeee hee hee!
The gag, the bright blue sorority–style homemade ball gag, made a bold sound against the earthy outfit Zoe wore. I liked how she used both the ponytail and the bandana headband to look like a Cool Girl and keep her hair aside. I still remember how she welcomed me into her home the first time I met her, and how her little sister initially was apprehensive because of my criminal past. I now can smile, laugh, or cry as appropriate when considering those choices I made depending on which aspect I am considering. It was an interesting show I watched unfold, though.
Bridget? I knew her, but not well. Her platinum blonde hair and blue eyes gave her innocence; I think this was the wildcat side of a girl who had no trauma, unlike me. Some girls enjoy aspects of TUGs in different ways, and she brought a mischievous ebullience to this. The accomplice, an incredibly tall and smart lady named Giulia, knew how to be a hostess (we were in her home, hee hee heeeee!) of horrors, a friend, family, and a conspirator. Zoe was a cute, joyful captive. Yes, I am saying that they were having fun in the true CGC spirit of TUGs, love, and friendship.
"Done like a seasoned professional," I quietly said and interrupted my conversation to watch.
"Are you a… dominatrix?" Leah asked with a bold, humble curiosity; I knew I liked her already.
"No, domination is just as fun as submission to me," I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled at her.
But, ohhhh, Jenny! Ho ho! That girl is full of spunk and sass. She wasn't red-faced just because her "no TUGs" request had been annihilated spectacularly. She was jealous, that naughty, sugary sweet rope bunny! Oh, yes, she wanted to be the one bound and gagged if her guests were going to break the rules, and she became pinker than the gym shorts she was wearing. Oh, how cute of an appearance she had, and since I was sleeping on her sofa while here in town I just knew how I was going to wake her up… at 3 or 4 AM! Heeee heee heee heeeeeee! Bahhhhhh ha ha haaa! I warn you, my dear readers, never turn your back on a wildcat! Never! My friend Hannah had an adorable way of acknowledging the situation, carefully adjusting her blue bandana on approach.
"Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!" and then she gave Zoe the kindest kiss on the cheek.
Until next time… keep on TUG-ging!
Joyce Verdi
Everyone saw it coming. Not if someone was nabbed, but who, when, why and how it happened.
"Grrrmmmmm!" The voice called out, full of energetic, playful resistance.
Zoe came intending to be a predator and instead became prey. When you wear a brown bandana like that, you're saying "I'm a Cool Girl," but when you have Zoe's ensemble it adds, "And I love that God made me a girl." The earthiness of brown is approachable, like her, and the brown knee skirt was flowy and soft and actually the one that she and I bought together as college students. I was wearing one of mine, and no one had realized that we'd deliberately worn opposing outfits. I had a beige bandana and miniskirt; she had beige leggings and a long-sleeve tee; I had brown for my leggings and similar tee. We were planning to kidnap one of our mutual friends, but plans do change sometimes. What did I do? I kept my lips shut and leaned back to enjoy the scene.
"You should not have dressed to scream 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased the captive.
"Move it and shut her up!" Giulia, a tall former basketball player, cheerfully commanded things.
"Grrrmmmmm!" a homemade ball gag, the kind Soe invented 6+ years before this, shut her up.
"Oh, my goodness, isn't she adorable?" my dear friend Joy, Zoe's little sister, asked me.
"Yep," I smiled and enjoyed my tea, "Cute as a button and then some," and I meant all three.
Giulia, a wonderful playful young woman, wife, mother, and retired basketball star, led things in a true Cool Girl spirit. My best friend, Giulia's younger sister Serafina, sat to my right while Joy sat to my left. I could see the envy in Sera's eyes, that adorable desire to be tied up that many of my friends share, although I do not. It was funny that both Sera and Jenny, the bride-to-be, were watching this chaos break out and respectively desiring to be in Zoe's position, but Giulia looked like an enforcer because she was strong even if slender. The black shorts and pink t-shirt looked more athletic, and you could not tell that she was a mother of two. When you come to this place, if you like being tied up then Giulia will eventually target you.
Then there's Bridget. When Jenny told us to dress as we like, Bridget chose to look herself with her rowing practice getup! Navy gym shorts and the famous white and navy horizontally striped tank top weren't exactly what I would have chosen for myself, but she looked like the Bridget I'd grown to love and cherish during our freshman year as roommates along with Joy. Friendship is a thing you find where you often least expect, and I found it in Joy, Bridget, Sera, and the many wonderful people to whom they connected me. I could watch this scene unfold and smile.
"Giulia's good at this," I smiled wryly and turned to Joy, "Very tender even with strangers."
"Look at that one," my friend distracted me with my friend and colleague, Felice.
"She calls herself a dominatrix," I said, looking into her eyes, "but in truth, it's the innocence of an escape from life, the love of the sport, and the affection for the people involved. She acts like she's only interested in the domination, but she's really reading their hearts through the TUGs she sees," I explained my friend's body language, knowing the beautiful heart hidden by the smile.
I could probably talk about all the party-goers, but I'll pause for Felice right now. She has a hard time because of many factors, but she means well. She looks like a dominatrix, but she loves the submissive side too and plays both with equal flair. When most hear the word "dominatrix," they instantly picture this soulless sociopathic entity of evil; that's not Felice. Felice spanks you while also loving you enough to hold back lest she harm you. In her control, you're totally safe. She is a wonderful person with a deep faith in God even if she only recently formally became Catholic. I looked in her eyes, even if she envied Giulia's position, and saw a human full of complexity.
"Those ropes look tight. Well-deserved for eating the last cookie the last three batches," Joy said in a playfully sarcastic tone, "Tight. but snug. It looks like a lot of fun. Look at Hannah, too."
"Hannah's," I took a deep breath before continuing, "so scarred it hurts to look at her sometimes because she's hurt and afraid and truly cares," I paused to sip my drink before continuing my little observation, "She doesn't realize it, but what a beautiful heart she wears on her sleeve."
"I'm sorry I hurt her by judging her but happy I learned better and helped her," my friend mused.
"You're also probably happy that you slept with her," I sweetly teased Joy about her sexuality.
"Not really. I regret every extra-marital affair I ever had, but at least we got a more meaningful connection out of that one and used it as a springboard to friendship," she candidly admitted.
"Ha !" Hannah playfully approached Zoe and kissed her, "You're. Tied. Up. Poor thing!"
"I'd like to be tied up," Sera whispered, the only thing she said while under Giulia's spell.
What a fun night that was, one of many memorable occasions during Jenny's special week.
Janie Rondell
It was one of those moments where I felt almost out of place witnessing a game. It's strange as I didn't have much of a friendship with Zoe, didn't know Giulia, and admittedly didn't like Bridget as much as my other college friends. I always kind of felt she was a sniveling snot, and I failed a fellow Cool Girl by my lack of empathy towards her during my first two years of college.
But there was joy in the scene precisely because I couldn't properly judge the participants. While I was there for Jenny's sake, I truly felt like God put me there so that I could see the real Bridget in a place where I could rightly atone for my prior harsh judgments of her in the past. Don't get the wrong impression: I saw qualities I admired in Bridget. I just failed to make room for her in my heart and deprived myself of friendship with a person who turned out to have a beautiful soul full of deep affection and protection for her loved ones. I missed out on someone amazing.
I saw love in Bridget's eyes. That spark was undeniable. I felt foolish being clueless about Zoe when I was a friend of Joy's. Turning 17 during freshman year didn't help; Zoe graduated at the end of that year and left Minnesota; you had to be 18 to join the TUG sorority Zoe had founded at our college. I liked her; and I knew there had to be something special for Bridget to love her captive so much. Giulia was merely a person who had recruited Bridget, if you ask me.
I really don't have much else to say, unfortunately. That week, though, I mended things between me and Bridget, much to my happiness. I discovered what a good soul she had for real, and we enjoyed some TUGs since it turned out that we had hotel rooms across the hall from each other. That's for another story, but it's one of my happiest memories of a truly happy week for all.
Nichole Petersen
Well, it was my bestie Jenny's wedding week, and the Gangsta Queen wanted this one party to be free from TUGs so that we could relax and enjoy each other on the emotional level much better. I came dressed as a Gangsta Queen because that was my style and was true of many Cool Girls. If the Gangsta Princess wanted no TUGs, then the Queen was leaving her TUG bag behind for a few hours to honor that request. But I didn't know Giulia Randaccio LeCerf.
Zoe, the beloved Gangsta Gem, long held a special place in my heart, and she was like a sister to me. The brown bandana headband was more than just a Cool Girl symbol; the color signaled a touch of piety as well. The brown flowy knee skirt was a dash of energy; the beige leggings and long-sleeve t-shirt were her humility and comfort. With a brown scrunchie holding her hair back in a ponytail, the brown-haired brown-eyed girl looked as friendly as she was.
Bridget was dressed like the sneaky rower I loved in college with her navy shorts and the classic tank with the navy and white horizontal stripes. Giulia, the landlady Jenny lovingly beknighted as her "personal kidnapper," had this congenial mischief on her face, and it was while talking to me that Bridget was recruited for Giulia's hilariously playful act of picking out a girl to kidnap. I was the naughty girl who pointed out Zoe as a perfect target. I rubbed my hands together with a bit of mischievous glee while watching Bridget and Giulia approach Zoe so they could nab her.
"GMMMMM!" was Zoe's response to her sudden capture by the powerful, affectionate rower.
"You shouldn't have dressed in a way that said 'Kidnap me!'" Bridget teased her roommate.
"Quick," Giulia led the brewing situation, "let's shut her up!"
"GMMMMM!" Zoe responded while she was gagged with the blue rubber dog ball while Giulia tightly knotted the black bandana threaded through the holes of the ball.
"Ha!" I laughed to myself and whispered into a friend's ear, "Giulia's learned well from Jenny!"
Which was funnier? The Gangsta Princess's mock frustration and genuine desire to be taken in place of Zoe because the bride-to-be wanted to be the one tied if anyone was breaking the rules. The Gangsta Gem provided wonderful gag talk. Then there was Hannah Bandana, my friend and colleague, who watched the entire scene with a bemused look on her face. Let's tackle Jenny as I know her better than anyone else in the room.
Jenny was adorably frustrated, and her face turned beet red like her bandana. Anyway, let's back up on that and focus on Hannah because of something I just remembered. I was in the room just as Hannah gleefully approached Zoe. Hannah Bandana unsurprisingly likes to wear… bandanas! I'm sure I didn't fool you on that one. Anyway, I burst into laughter when she walked right up to Zoe, gave her that platonic peck on the cheek, and taunted, "Poor Zoe. You're. Tied. Up. Ha!"
And then I helped Jenny sneak away and back into her apartment without anyone noticing so that I could talk her down out of her state. Some people get cravings for chocolate, or candy, or cake, or fried chicken, or a steak; Jenny gets cravings for being bound and gagged four times per week. Regardless, it was funny and it was a good night; we thankfully staved off Jenny's terrible spat of Rope Bunny disease. She's funny, and I love her as much today as I did then or 10 years before.
With that, I bring this story to a close.
The Question
Which POV was your favorite? We're posting a poll for the quiet folks as well.
- Casey Clark
- Felice Pryce
- Kendra Gentry
- Hannah Larsson
- Leah Ralston
- Sammy Räänta
- Joy Fredericks
- Jenny Kristensen
- Mary-Ann Jamison
- Joyce Verdi
- Janie Rondell
- Nichole Petersen