Big Mouth Laundromat (F/f)

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Janie: Big Mouth Laundromat (F/f)
Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Nothing compares to nasty, sweaty, inescapable TUGs, and little can amplify body temperature like cling wrap. This is the story of how a young Janie had her first experience with the thrill of cling wrap induced sweating. Of course, then, I never imagined that what happened to me in the course of this adventure would be mild compared to the shenanigans I'd experience after finding and marrying the love of my life. That's entirely different, though. This is my childhood.

"Man, I love work," I said, jumping into Lauren's Jeep after a busy work shift.
"Yeah, getting in the pool will feel so good," Lauren laughed a little as she said the words.
"That it sure will be," I adjusted my all beige shorts, "Some days, I have fun at work."
"You bagged the groceries as fast as I could scan them," my sister gave me a light jab in the arm.
"I try," I laughed, pulling a green bandana onto my head and adjusting it to be a headband.
"Just know, Big Sister's watching you, Jane, and she's full of nothing but love," she teases me.

The uniforms were beige bottoms and green polo shirts. Bandanas weren't allowed on the job, so I kept one in the vehicle to wear once we finished. Socks and sneakers were mandatory but only had to look neat and orderly. At this time, I was only 15 years old, but I was already 5'10" while Lauren was done growing, 19 years old, and 5'11". We were a cute pair, almost like twins, being blessed with the same jet black hair that we had in neat braids, chocolate brown eyes, and Native American skin tone. Even then, I was proud of it, unaware I had more than just Seminole in me.

As soon as we entered our bedroom, Lauren struck with a playful streak. That bun in which she likes to keep her braid is something that just simply catches you off guard along with those big, round cheeks and her friendly expression. Making things tougher was her brand new weapon in brown packing tape, something we'd never used. It was sticky; it was quick; it was strong; and it was in proper hands. Lauren quickly pinned me against the wall and pinned me as laughter filled the room as we respectively reacted to her actions—I with mirth and she with satisfaction.

"I've got you, my sweet," Lauren said in a warm, caring tone that exemplified our relationship.
"Yeah, sure, sis. Like I'm just letting you do this. You have to earn it," I resisted her with joy.

We laughed and fought, but gradually my sister subdued me. She taped my arms together above and below my elbows. Packing tape was surprisingly strong and effective. With my arms bound so well, Lauren had no trouble bringing me, her giggling little sister, over to the bed and pushing to a sitting position. Taller girls have taller legs; taller legs can take more bonds. Three strips of tape bound my thighs together right against my skin, and three bound my legs together, with my sneakers and socks being removed before Lauren taped my ankles. It was tight and good.

"All right," Lauren removed her own sneakers and socks, "Well, well, well, Janie."
"What?" I asked her in a playfully sarcastic manner, "Are you afraid of me?"
"Blech!" she sniffed her socks and sneakers, "These are awful. I think I'm going to bring our socks to the cleaners. My favorite place is Big Mouth Laundromat, and I see one right here!"
"You," my eyes looked away, but a daring smirk was on my face, "Keep away from me."

I pinched my lips together as tightly as possible and looked at Lauren in the most defiant manner I could possibly muster. We were swimmers in the fall and softball players in the spring. We've learned how to hold our breaths very well. With a mischievous grin, Lauren sat down beside me and pinched my arm ever so gently and struck like a viper going for the bite. BOOM! One, two, three, four. Into Janie's personal franchise of Big Mouth Laundromat went four sweaty socks. A heavy wrapping of packing tape followed, sealing the socks into my mouth, and she continued to wrap the tape to hold one of her sneakers over my nose. So we're weird. Sue us.

"GMMMMMMMMM!" I made some funny faces at the assault of my taste buds.
"Big Mouth Laundromat has received our socks and is processing them," Lauren teased me.
"Mmm nuh uh onhoah," my speech was really garbled because my mouth was packed well.
"Now," my sister grabbed a wide roll of cling wrap, "Let's make a Janie mummy, OK?"
"Gmm mmm mmmmm!" I tried hopping away from her, but she was having none of that.
"Whoooaaaaa there, tough girl. You're not wandering from me!" she reeled in her big catch.

When someone opens a can of sardines, the smell of the room goes to hell in a handbasket. Here at Big Mouth Laundromat, the socks were packed like sardines, and the smell was horrible. Yes, it's true that Lauren and I love each other and that we still play like this 11 years later, but, wow, we really were and still are comically over the top with the sensory overload. In those days of an unhappy childhood, I grew to associate TUGs with Lauren's maternal, protecting side.

The mummification is an example of our love of overkill. She didn't only wrap me from my feet up to my shoulders, but also she wrapped me just as thoroughly from my shoulders down to my feet. I uselessly hopped around the bedroom while she changed into a swimsuit and put her hair in a perfect braid and a tight bun before stuffing it under a swim cap. She put the roll of packing tape on her wrist like a bracelet, slung me over her shoulder, and grabbed the cling wrap.

There I was, the first location of Big Mouth Laundromat, certain it would become a hit such that both Patterson sisters would host a location in her own mouth. I may have sworn an oath of such vainglorious thoughts into my gag, determined that I would someday avenge myself. I was foul as a young woman, and Lauren often reprimanded me for my language. While she carried me to the pool area, she quietly hummed to herself and showed me much affection. She loved being an impish big sister, and she cherished the thought of her comeuppance as well.

With the tenderness only big sisters have, Lauren sat me on a pool chair, right next to Trenton. I turned my head to look at our brother, who age-wise was perfectly between us. He was in swim trunks and sunning himself. Poor Trenton was a mess. He had the Native black hair, beautiful green eyes from our splash of Spanish blood, skin that was halfway between Native brown and pasty skin from our Irish side that tanned well like the Native side. He turned to me without any change in facial expression and jammed a finger into my ribs to tickle me.

"OK. I'll bite. What's the game?" Trenton asked me knowing fully well that I couldn't answer.
"Janie's opening a business entitled Big Mouth Laundromat," Lauren deadpanned on my behalf.
"Mmm mmm mmmmm," I rolled my eyes and nodded my head in defiant agreement.
"Lauren, you deserve whatever this girl does back to you," my brother took my side this time.
"So typical of you, Trenton," our sister winked back at us, "Defender of the defenseless."
"That is what I do best," he said while Lauren jumped into the pool, then muttered quietly so that only I heard him, "And no one is as defenseless as big, strong, powerful Janie."
"Hmmmmmmm," I sighed at that, my way of asking him not to go down that route.
"I love you, small fry," my brother teased me with another poke in the rib cage, and I giggled.

OK, the big, strong, powerful part was true. Except the year I was injured, I set a brand spanking new state softball home run record each year of high school, and that was with my being placed a couple years ahead. That means I was going into senior year of high school as a 15 year-old, and I was in the same grade as Trenton. He was my advocate for sure, and he made sure that my life retained the balance I deserved lest I psychologically lose those two years of maturation. Now, I look back at those years, and I realize my life would have been a disaster without his affectionate guardianship of me. Few brothers excel at brotherhood like he did.

I grew up in the Orlando, Florida area. In summer, it's hotter than hell! Parents take vacations to escape the heat and abandon their children, allowing them to tape each other and such. I started to sweat up a thunderstorm under my cling wrap mummification, and Lauren expected that too. I saw a smile on her face before she pulled her goggles over her eyes and dove into the pool. With a grunt, I turned to my brother and saw a playful yet protective smile on his face.

Never once did I ever feel endangered by my siblings, although there were a couple of times that Lauren and I tied up one another in a more spiteful spirit rather than a playful one. Like that one time she and I went to work on a Habitat for Humanity site with the rest of our softball team, got into a fight over something that really was meaningless, and she roped me up and gave me what has to be the world's worst dirty sock gag of all time because we'd sweat our butts off in over 90 degree outdoor Florida heat for 6 hours that day. In happier circumstances, it would have been a memorable gag, but it was a miserable day that only resolved happily thanks to Trent.

"Janie, let me help," Trenton teased, and he began taping me to the chair, "You move too much."
"MMMMMM!" I watched in shock as he first secured my waist to the pool chair.
"Are you more firmly establishing the first Big Mouth Laundromat?" Lauren taunted us both.
"Stick it! You know you or one of Janie's friends will become the second," Trent responded.
"Yeah? So what? Janie's still the first," my older sister disappeared under the water again.
"Mmm ighh!" I acknowledged the accuracy of Lauren's words, failing to say, "She's right."

Mmmmmmm, Big Mouth Laundromat, where the socks are stuffed tighter than sardines and also taste a lot better than those vile little fish. I even had lovely air freshener in the form of my older sister's stinky sneaker as well. I was a packing tape captive turned into a cling wrap mummy on a pool patio on a hot summer day, and now Trenton was using the packing tape to pin me to the pool chair. My waist, above my boobs, below my boobs, my upper thighs, my lower thighs, and my ankles were each taped to the chair, fully securing the cute, big, strong Janie mummy. Oh, it was brutal, but I was having so much fun with the entire Big Mouth Laundromat game.

Only we three Patterson siblings could see someone mummified and sweating like a pig outdoors in Florida summer and conclude that the best thing to do is to secure the person to a pool chair. I tried to struggle, but at best I caused the chair to slide, especially after Lauren exited the pool just long enough to lean the chair all the way back and to blindfold me with my own bandana so that the sun wouldn't damage my eyes. I was a bagged bagger, but I was a happily bagged bagger!

Right then and there I knew that, at minimum, I loved being bound and gagged with packing tape even if the inevitable crinkles in the material could be a little irritating. I liked how securely this particular material adhered itself to my skin, but it wasn't thick like duct tape. Each one had pros and cons, but as long as the pros outweighed the cons Lauren and I would happily endure this. It was the dawn of a new element in our games between the tape and the cling wrap. Down here at Big Mouth Laundromat, we messed with your taste buds and your olfactory nerves!

There is something strangely satisfying in being helplessly bound and gagged while your captors do the mundane things you wish you could be doing with them, and it makes you wish that you'd be able to one day do things without them even though they want to do them with you. Yes, I am longingly and metaphorically saying I wanted to get revenge on Lauren. I knew she'd actually be quite tickled to be in my position if the roles were reversed. Speaking of tickling.

"Coochy coochy coo!" Lauren reached out of the pool and tickled my soles.
"GMMMMMMMM!" I groaned, but she didn't repeat the action after that.

That's a fun place to end this simple, light-hearted adventure!

THE END

[hafnermg]

Nice fun adventure with my favorite siblings!!

[AlexUSA3]

The mental imagery of the mouth as a laundromat.