It's the Heart That Matters (F+/F+)
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It's the Heart That Matters
Saturday, June 25, 2016
"Well, howdy, Miss Jenny," Miss Hannah Jones twanged in greeting when I stuck my head into her room, "Why don't you come on in and sit down? Make yourself cozy. Shut the door."
"Hi, Gangsta Belle!" my trusting side felt the genuine warmth, "Thank you. I will."
"What brings you here to the Palmeri house?" Miss Jones sat cross-legged on her bed.
"Michela and I have a playdate, except Michela doesn't it know yet!" was my coy and succinct response, "It's a surprise for her. Want to help me and Hannah Bandana?"
"Miss Jenny, I would be happy to assist," she smiled back, "We need an adventure."
My plan was simple for Michela to have a spa day of TUGs with me and some friends who loved us both. It's really complicated with two Hannah's being here, so this story is a good use of their CGC nicknames. With a grin, Hannah's magnetic personality and kindly drawly found me sitting on her bed at the footboard while she sat at the headboard. Something was bothering her because she lost the happy glow in her eyes while maintaining her smile.
"Jenny, I thank God every day for letting me live here," she said with a gulp.
"That's good! Do you thank the Palmeri's ever for taking you in?" I asked her with concern.
"Of course, but, Jenny… it really hurts when I get reminded that…," she started crying then, "It's the worst when something happens that reminds me they're not my family. Christmas ripped my heart out of my chest. Family cookouts make me feel like a stranger. Hannah Bandana gets the shaky ground of being Michela's girlfriend. I'm just that girl who locks herself up here—in what is still Michela's old bedroom to all her relations—during cookouts and parties. It's a house, but it's not a home. The closest family who will love me properly is in Massachusetts! I hate it here, Jenny! I love Hannah and Michela, but Luisa is Michela's only near relation who treats me as if I belong here. For me, it's worth the money to live at school during the semester."
With that, we hugged, me the Gangsta Princess and her the Gangsta Belle. She dressed in a cute, memorable manner that was a personal twist on Daisy Dukes. Daisy wore pantyhose under blue jean shorts. Gangsta Belle wears brown pantyhose under a tight beige denim knee skirt because she loves the style of the stereotypical damsel-in-distress, the kind you see getting victimized by an office bandit on TV or in movies. A pastel pink tank-top and a matching pastel pink Western paisley bandana headband (personal twist!) helped it be practical, Cool, and Hannah. The parts of it that were the most Hannah Jones of all were the pink crew socks and beige canvas sneakers.
"So, you'll let me help you with Michela's spa day?" Hannah dried her tears.
"I already asked you to join me!" my smile was bright and big, "Get the water pistols!"
"Oh, and Miss Jenny," the Gangsta Belle's bright glow returned, "Ashley might join us."
"Look," it was my turn to be frank, "I'm a rope bunny, and I want some action."
"Good luck with that," the half-Portuguese girl teased me, "Fofinha. My grandma calls me that."
"Whatever that means," I shrugged and smiled when she explained it meant, "Cute girl."
"Let's go, Gangsta Princess," she smiled, "And take some lovely young women as our hostages."
"And somehow get tied up, too," my request was made, but she didn't hear me at all.
With confidence and playful swagger, we stepped out the door and turned to the left to approach the stairs that went up to the finished loft that was Hannah and Michela's bedroom. As we went on our way, I made an adjustment to the position of the camouflage kerchief bandana that held my hair out of my face. With a khaki t-shirt and black gym shorts, there was a fun army vibe to accompany my bouncy, playful, adventurous spirit. Black canvas sneakers and camouflage crew socks just went with the theme. It's fun. Come with us! We were going to kidnap our friends!
But a turn. When we knocked on the door to the bedroom, we got no response from Michela, an unsettling sign. The door being shut was already her silent way of hinting suggesting a need for solitude or of being triggered. Gangsta Belle and I looked at each other, and we knocked on the door a second time knowing that Michela would respond if we were gently persistent.
"Michela," my voice called her softly, "It's me, Jenny. I came just to see you."
"Come in," she responded in a wavering voice that suggested that she was currently confused.
"Hey, sweetie," Michela stepped into the room with a smile, "This is a stickup."
"Oh?" Michela never turned to look at us, "You're the kind of people I really need right now."
Miss Michela Palmeri is so different from most Cool Girls. She was a tall, strong hockey player for St. Catherine's College, a small Catholic university about 35 minutes from here, and she had played so well her first year after 5 years away that they gave her a minor scholarship only since she declined the bigger scholarship saying that others needed it more than she did. Michela did not need the scholarship because her family was very rich, likely being the richest family of any Cool Girls' Club member. That's just the world around Michela, but it's Michela's world that is really important here. Just by looking at Michela, you can tell something is wrong here.
No, I don't mean the outfit but the posture. She was sitting at the foot of her bed, feet planted on the floor, arms crossed, and leaning forward. No sound could be heard, but glistening tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her fists occasionally clenched and relaxed; her teeth gritted for the most brief moments. She finally twisted her head, looked at us both, and smiled. With a laugh, she sat up, fluffed her brown curls, and crossed her wrists behind her back.
"So, you're gonna tie me up? How ya gonna gag me? My socks or some breed of ball gag?" she almost flirted with us, finding the exact escape from her reality that she needed right now, "Is this a kidnapping, a home invasion? Ooooooh! A spy game! Whatever it is, make it immersive."
"Just friends being friends," I said to comfort her, "A spa day for Michela Arcangela."
"Thank you!" her eyes lit up, "Jenny Danielle and Hannah Rebecca," her voice lowered to a kind, playful growl, "I guess then that this is a home invasion, and you're taking me hostage."
Thank you, Lord, for sending me and Gangsta Belle right then! He knew Michela needed love at the moment and saw her silent suffering and kindly gave me the inspiration to come visit her. It's always a pleasure to be here for my friends. When you have a friend like Michela, you're blessed in many ways, particularly in the nonverbal or oblique ways in which gratitude is expressed. On this happy note, I'm going to tell you about the damsel-in-distress.
With Michela, the outfit will always be stunningly pretty, slightly gangster, impeccably prim, and exquisitely feminine. She always has a bandana on her head, like most Cool Girls, but for today it was a pastel yellow Western paisley headband. Matching the bandana was a tight miniskirt, a conscious choice to empower herself in the face of childhood oppression and to flaunt her legs in opposition to the years in prison suits. Keeping the theme was a baby blue button-up blouse with three-quarter sleeves and matching thick crew socks. She had nude pantyhose and, as another of her subtle acts of defiance, black combat boots. This was the outfit of a pensive Michela.
"All right," the Gangsta Belle took over, "We're tyin' you up honey, and we're goin' to gag you all too well. Then we're goin' to take pictures of you and send 'em to your girlfriend."
"Oh, no! Don't do that!" Michela feigned panic while my pink rope bound her crossed wrists.
"Your precious Hannah is who we really want, right, Jenny?" Gangsta Belle asked me sinisterly.
"No!" I responded, reiterating my desire, "I want to experience Hannah Bandana's revenge!"
"Oh, Hannah won't be able to overpower you two baddies!" the captive missed my point, too.
To be brief, Michela's dad, when she was a child, started a bad habit of tying her up, gagging her, and doing things with her that ought only to be done with her mom. To stop him from doing the same to her younger sisters, Michela injured him with a firearm but spared his life. She was sent to nearly 4 years in prison for that because the judge felt worse for the father than for her! That's something that makes a lot of people angry, and even I get a little flushed just thinking about it. I am glad I was there right then because she was fighting the nightmares and needed an escape.
With all that height and hockey talent comes a strong but not too thick frame. Cheerful loops are like a halo of brown hair coming down to the base of her shoulders, and her brown eyes opened their gates to let me and Gangsta Belle pry into the depths of her soul. There was no doubt that Michela is an Italian girl (Sicilian, she emphasizes). Not only did she have the looks but also she had a deep, profound Roman Catholic faith that I found to be incredibly admirable!
"That's a good binding!" Michela wiggled her eyebrows and tested the ropes binding her crossed wrists, forming a decent harness with all the works, and wrapping her torso with a waist rope.
"And," with a crouch, I mischievously whispered in her ear, "It's only going to get better."
"We're the bad girls," the Gangsta Belle said, taking a video, "See what Hannah thinks of it."
"So, today," the captive wiggled and giggled, "I think it needs to be a homemade ball gag."
"Like this one?" I asked and pushed a blue rubber ball into her mouth and knotted the big brown bandana behind her head, being careful not to get her hair in it, "Mmmmmm, wonderful silence!"
"Hahhah! Hell ee!" she garbled into the two inch gag and started drooling from it.
With legs, the number of ropes used varies by preference and sometimes by size. I prefer using 4 ropes to bind the legs, but we have friends who are better bound with 6 because they're so tall. A few of us prefer just 2 or 3 ropes! However, Michela's size allows the freedom to do any of those as I wish. Priority goes (1) ankles, (2) above the knees, (3) below the knees, (4) below the waist, (5) shins, and (6) middle thighs. At least that's how it works in my mind! Four for Michela it is! For a little extra drama, at Gangsta Belle's suggestion, the ankle rope wraps into her heels so she cannot kick the boots off. What do we do while waiting for either Hannah or Ashley? Heh heh.
Michela can be an entertainer, and she went into her damsel-in-distress routine, learned from her part-time job as an amateur… well… damsel-in-distress! Basically, she dramatically jumped all around her bedroom and made lots of funny gag talk until drool was flowing off the rubber ball gag in a somewhat steady drip. She struggled and squirmed and squealed and had fun with every aspect of the way she was bound and gagged. In short, my spa day goal had been achieved.
"HAAAAAA! HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she cackled while lying on her back on her bed with me sitting on her legs and jamming my fingers into her belly, ribs, and armpits. Tickling once was a trauma trigger for her, and supposedly, heartbreaking as it sounds, she allowed me alone to tickle her. If that's true, then the secret has been kept from me for some reason that I cannot explain but would guess somehow is connected to either some special affection or a strange belief that I'm an innocent who can't handle these things, as so many Cool Girls seemed to believe back then.
Oh, how Michela laughed when we rolled her onto her stomach. Hannah sat on her back while I gave her a few playful spanks right on the bottom. It was simple and fun, but she giggled until it seemed to hurt her. With each shake of her head, the wavy brown hair flew around her head, and a sparkle grew in her eye. Inside Gangsta Belle's blue eyes, there was an internal war against the hate she had for her present life despite her amazing friendship with Michela.
"What are you doing to Michela?!" declared a cheeky Hannah Bandana, "You kidnapped her!"
"MMMMMMMMM!" our captive hammed it up like a damsel-in-distress but only drooled.
"Hands behind your back!" Gangsta Belle twanged, grabbed her water pistol, and pointed it right at Miss Larsson, "Quick, Gangsta Princess, tie her arms! Make sure you tie her elbows tightly!"
"OHHHHhhhh," I grumbled, having lost another opportunity, "I want a tight elbow tie too…"
"What do you gangsters want with me?" unfortunately for me, Hannah complied with orders.
"We knew that capturing your girl here would make you surrender," Gangsta Belle answered.
"Oh, no!" Hannah Bandana gulped while I easily tied her elbows together behind her back.
"Don't worry," a sparkle showed in Gangsta Belle's eyes, "It's going to be scrumptious."
Hannah Bandana, the one who fell away and who perfectly embodies our Cool Girls' Club vows of unconditional love and friendship—wonderfully expressed in TUGs—and never to expel any member from the Club, no matter how awful the offense committed. She's only a couple inches shorter than Gangsta Belle Hannah but strong as a mule. Her long platinum blonde hair was in a perfect ponytail held by a black scrunchie, a match to her black slacks. She has the most brilliant blue eyes you've ever seen, like the sky. Behind those eyes is the most conflicted mind among us all. The blue polo shirt (she works at best buy) and blue canvas sneakers make her look perfectly Hannah. After a long day on her feet, she's ready to be a damsel-in-distress.
Where do I start? Walking away from the CGC was the beginning of Hannah's path to becoming a drug dealer. She became the girlfriend of a prominent dealer and ensnared many souls with her readily-procured illegal vices… one being my favorite cousin! When she went to prison, she met many friends, including this delightful Gangsta Belle and Michela, who was her cellmate. That's how the relationship between Hannah Bandana and Michela began. After juvie? She returned to slinging and stopped using, and it all went downhill for the young adult. Her boyfriend violently coerced her into aborting their child and eventually tried to take her life. That was the beginning of her transformation from bigoted atheism to cautious Catholic piety. She and Michela are well aware that Catholicism forbade their relationship, and they tried their best although it was hard to resist temptation when they shared a bed. Eventually, though, Hannah fully converted, and their relationship turned into being besties. Today? Hannah Bandana's a loving wife, a devoted mom, and—get this—a guard in the same juvenile detention cell block where she was imprisoned!
But Gangsta Belle? That Hannah? Miss Jones sat on the edge of the bed and pinched Michela's nose since the big Sicilian captive was on her knees on the carpet right there. She then removed her sneakers and her socks while I secured Hannah Bandana (using nicknames to distinguish the two Hannah's is fun!) with more of my brown rope. The harness and the dual waist-and-crotch rope pinned our new captive's arms to her trunk. With that, Gangsta Belle took over binding the captive while I held my water pistol. Miss Jones was even stricter on limits than I was, and she still maintains the same limits and boundaries to this day and doesn't cease to delight her friends.
"Eat up," Gangsta Belle pushed her socks against Hannah Bandana's mouth
"No, wait! Nommmppphhhh!" the sweaty cheesy fabric filled her mouth.
"Now to silence you right," sweet Hannah amicably twanged and patted captive Hannah's cheek.
"GMMMPPHHH!" the captive watched and grimaced at the taste of socks while black electrical tape wrapped around her head 5 times, reducing her speech to nothing but "MMMMMM!"
"Ill humohhy hell uth?!" Michela wailed into the blue rubber ball before spilling some drool.
"I'm sorry. There is no help coming for you!" I teased her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Have I missed anything important, or no?" a distinctly foreign voice interrupted our little party.
Well, there goes my opportunity to talk about Gangsta Belle, because Ashley Calland has arrived to join the fracas. She looked much like Hannah Bandana with the blue Best Buy polo and black slacks with blue slip-on shoes, black socks, and, her signature piece, her patternless blue bandana headband that she wore to circumvent uniform rules while keeping her Cool Girl pizzazz. With a feminine mystique, Ashley made it clear that there was much more to her than meets the eye. An inviting smile always welcomed conversation, and chocolate brown eyes encouraged you to take a second to get to know her… as much as she would tell a stranger. The straight brown hair that the bandana pushed away from her face danced around her shoulders. She is only 5'7", but she's arguably the strongest Cool Girl of all. Her body language said she was quite happy today.
There's no excuse for what happened to Ashley. I can't even talk about it, but the result was that a young girl, who was just shy of 12 years old and had only lived in this country for 2 years, was sent to 6 years in juvenile detention for defending herself and a host of others against the psycho who had just unalived her parents in cold blood. My face is red! There's no way anybody is able to put themselves in this poor girl's shoes, yet she never lost her faith and built a friendship circle of people with whom she is comfortable. Still, her family of fellow inmates and Cool Girls pales in comparison to her lost parents or the living family back in her native France.
"Gangsta Belle?!" I squeaked, split between my desire to be nabbed and to stay in the game, "My spa day for Michela is turning into a hostage situation," and Hannah nodded in understanding.
"I got her," my colleague wrapped an arm around Hannah Bandana and grabbed her own pistol.
"Ah, Jenny," Ashley had the sweetest voice, "I see there are two of you and only one of me."
"Surrrender," captor Hannah smile, "Hands behind your back. Gangsta Princess, use some of my electrical tape on this one. Maybe a neon green for Miss Calland. Stuff her mouth with yummy goodness two," my colleague—and apparently my boss, too—gestured towards my socks.
"Then surrender I will," Ashley smiled, sighed, and sat on the futon, "Make it… a spa day."
"Jenny," the southern twang encouraged me, "make it your expression of CGC love to Ashley."
That phrase right there was the Gangsta Belle in a nutshell. Now let's talk about the Portuguese brunette with the blue eyes and the perfect tan. Hannah Jones was raised in a very strict, rigidly fundamentalist Baptist household. On New Years' Eve, 2013 going into 2014, the high schooler went to a party. Unfortunately, alcohol was served, and Hannah found herself drunk and totally helpless. When a boy tried to take advantage of her, she took off and drove home despite being completely intoxicated. Unsurprisingly, she crashed—into a house. For that, she was sentenced to 18 months in juvenile detention and disowned by her family—just like Hannah Bandana. And just like Hannah Bandana, Hannah Gangsta Belle was released to nowhere—but then the Palmeri family offered to let Hannah live with them and have Michela's former bedroom. Yes, during the next year, Hannah converted to Catholicism, but as you've read it wasn't all sunshine and roses.
In that spirit of love, taping Ashley made sense. Hannah could see something behind Ashley's quiet gaze that she understood from sharing a prison pod for 16 months. Sometimes, trusting a friend leads to blessings, and Hannah Jones never disappoints anyone who gives her their trust. With peace in my heart, I took the neon green electrical tape and began wrapping big Ashley's wrists behind her back. My 5'1" stature was joyfully apparent in this space where I was the one in charge! Ashley never uttered a single complaint but plaintively sighed to start her… spa day.
"GMMMMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana looked around while Hannah Jones bound her legs like Michela, with four ropes in the same four places. Miss Jones has a foot thing that she discovered within a month of her release from juvenile detention, once she realized that she was safe to find her own personality. The captive looked left and right before throwing her head back and letting out a loud groan. For her, this was a kidnapping roleplay game, and she was kidnapped!
"En'th hy thha hay?!" Michela hopped right over to me, drooling plentifully from the blue rubber ball in her mouth. Drool never suited my fancy then, and it still doesn't. All that's changed is my appreciation of the humiliation of being—to quote one of my friends—a slobbering mess. While my plan had lost its way, Michela still wanted to turn this kidnapping into a spa day with coerced relaxation and friendship working hand-in-hand to make us all happier, closer souls.
"It's coming soon," I promised the captive Sicilian hockey player, who promptly hopped over to the futon and sat down next to Hannah Bandana, who was struggling wildly like only she could. For me and Ashley, there were only smiles while the green tape wound around her wrists several times before I broke the tape. The same process repeated with tape above and below her elbows, and then more tape wrapped above and below her boobs and at her waist to secure her arms. The taping was thorough and tight, just the way Ashley likes to be bound. With a mischievous smile, she sat down on the futon on the other side of Hannah Bandana.
"You are a diabolical duo," Ashley sweetly castigated me and Gangsta Belle.
"That's for sure," Gangsta Belle smiled and took over taping Ashley while the gag was prepared.
"This is going to be amazing," a grin formed on my face before my shoes and socks came off my feet, "Ashley Calland, this is a hostage situation. And you're a hostage with one yummy gag."
"GMMMMMM!" she made the funniest face of disgust when my socks entered her mouth.
"Mmmm hmmmm!" Hannah teased Ashley while taping her legs, "Better than fried chicken!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Ashley protested while bright pink tape wrapped her face to seal her lips.
"Yes, yes, yes! Bad captors use dirty socks as gags!" my affectionate teasing made her laugh.
Now, with her legs rigidly taped in four places just like Hannah and Michela were roped, Ashley leaned back on the futon and kicked the air with her legs, and soon she had her fellow hostages doing the same. Of course, for Hannah and Ashley, all that did was encourage us to sit on their legs and start tickling them in the ribs, belly, and armpits with maximum force and pure love.
We tickled both hostages and made them smell our shoes, though obviously Gangsta Belle did it a lot better since she has a genuine enjoyment of foot-related elements. Hannah and Ashley were enjoying themselves, grunting and fighting while Michela swatted us with her helpless arms and chastised through the rubber ball gag, making her drool go everywhere as a result. It was such a memorable day and one which we all still reference in our memories.
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana howled when I blindfolded her with a red bandana.
"Nnmmmmmm!" Ashley wailed when Gangsta Belle blindfolded her with a black bandana.
"Mmmmmm!" Michela squealed with delight while I cuddled her.
"You're such a sweet, devout, lovable young woman, Michela," I paid her my compliments.
"Awwww, hank ou," she garbled into her gag with a rare feeling of genuine safety from danger.
"Isn't this fun?" Gangsta Belle asked us while holding a sneaker up to each hostage's nose.
"Ashley deserves spa day treatment too!" my promise had to be kept, "Hannah's a hostage."
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana howled after she was put into an ankles-to-elbows hogtie.
"That's tight," Miss Jones approved of my handiwork, "Perfect for that rabble rouser."
"GMMMMM!" the hostage blindly tried to kick her legs as much as she possibly could.
"Oh, quit yer whinin'," my southern colleague twanged and gently patted the captive's head.
My plans were ruined. Kidnapping Michela was then supposed to lead to me getting captured by one or both Hannah's in revenge after doting on the tall Sicilian girl for a while. My desire to be the one sucking on Gangsta Belle's socks or, better, Hannah Bandana's, were gone. I tried to turn it into a revenge scene, but Miss Jones was on the money each and every time to ensure we were the ones in control of this hilarious scene. Well, at least we were having fun!
How does one make a TUG into a spa TUG? Well, you take the captive and do things you know she likes to do and can do while she's bound and gagged! Michela likes watching hockey, being cuddled, and hopping around; Ashley likes being teased and tortured and watching baseball. It's prioritizing the captive's happiness first, like saying "I love you" by binding and gagging them so they have no choice but to trust you. "Spa day" isn't a formal term, and some call it doting.
This time, doting on Michela meant giving her the freedom to hop around and make herself a big drooling mess. She loved her boots, hose, skirt, and blouse combo, and it still is her favorite way to go if she has a choice that day. Finally, I took some of the pink tape and wrapped it around her face as a second gag, wrapping it tightly several times to see her face and keep her quiet. Then, I simply sat next to her and cuddled her. Gangsta Belle likewise cuddled Ashley. It can be hard to put together a spa day when the captives like elements you don't. We captors had a hard line that forbade anything adult despite all three captives enjoying such things and maybe missing them.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Ashley quietly, almost silently, enjoyed the casual, relaxing atmosphere.
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana thrived in her hostage situation, thrashing like a caged animal.
"Gmm mmm mmmm!" Michela flirtatiously conversed with me because she flirted in nonsexual manners with everyone. Flirting, sly comments, teasing questions, and dramatic expressions all were typical for Michela and her way of conveying, "You make me feel safe to enjoy this."
"GMMMMMPH! GMMMMMPH! GMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Hannah loved roleplay.
"It'd be fun to be with them right now," again, my old own request was slickly made.
"Yeah, havin' someone's socks in my mouth right now would be nice," Gangsta Belle replied.
"That does it!" With a kiss on Michela's gagged lips and a wink that told her my desires to be in captivity alongside her, I stood up and walked over to Hannah Bandana and stripped off her blue sneakers and her black socks. Without a word, the socks entered my mouth for a terribly tasting torment, and six layers of neon green tape wrapped my face. Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, my cross-arms and defiant pout made my desires obvious even to Miss Jones. "MMMMMM!"
"Ohhhhhh, when you mentioned spa day I thought you didn't want to be tied up! Fine, but you'll be a second hostage instead, Gangsta Princess!" Now, most of us had three kinds of rope: brown rope, clothesline, and either clothesline or white rope that I dyed special for that person. Hannah owned clothesline and like six colors of parachute cord ("paracord"). This time, she chose bright orange paracord and easily overpowered me to tie my wrists together behind me.
A rope bunny's gotta do what a rope bunny's gotta do. Miss Jones received several hints that my desire was to be captured, and she ran me over every time. It was supposed to be Michela's Spa Day with me getting captured by Hannah Bandana in an act of vengeance. But noooooooooooo! Gangsta Belle pulled her water pistol on both Hannah Bandana and Ashley and ordered me to go tie them up. A note to self was made: in the future, defy such orders if they're contrary to what I actually desire, C'mon, Gangsta Belle, bind me so that I'm completely helpless and can't escape!
Thankfully, Hannah gave me her best and then some. She bound my arms above and below my elbows with strict but careful technique, perhaps the best of any Cool Girl at making extremely strict restraints feel comfortable yet effective. The harness and waist rope… well, if I'd been a fan of harnesses then like today, I'd have been delighted. As it was, then, this harness felt like a rope hug unlike anything else I'd ever experienced to that point or from anyone else since then. To this day, Hannah will not tie a crotch rope nor let one be tied on her; for me, they didn't cause any effects and thus were just another restraint. Like Hannah Bandana's and Michela's, my legs were bound in four places. Finally transformed into a hogtied hostage, a damsel-in-distress!
"Well, are we having fun? Y'all sure seem to be enjoying yourselves mighty nicely!"
"GMMM! GMMMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana struggled like a good Best Buy sales clerk.
"Hell ee! Uhmuhhy heethe hell ee!" Michela hammed it up like a damsel-in-distress.
"Mmmmmmmm," Ashley humbly cooed and struggled in her electrical tape captivity.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny fought her own hogtie like a good little hostage.
"GMMM! MMMM!" the other hostage continued her own desperate attempt to escape.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny continued frantically squirming.
"UGGGHH!" Michela dropped blobs of drool on the carpet.
"Oooooooooo," Ashley was lost in her blindfold, tape bound relaxation.
"Yes, indeed, we are having fun," Gangsta Belle beautifully summarized our captivity.
On that note, Hannah grabbed a red bandana and blindfolded me with it and started tickling my feet with the fullness of her passion for the delightfully miserable torment. You get the picture at this point. Tickling plus feet means my captor is a happy captor. With mischief and playfulness in her eyes, the Gangsta Belle dug her fingers into my feet for a raucous tickle fest. What fun it's been for Michela's spa day while she quietly relaxes with the rope and the drooling ball gag. The gag is a classic CGC method, and the method of relaxing is opposite that of being a hostage.
Hannah Bandana and Gangsta Princess were hostages, kidnapped by the sneaky Gangsta Belle, a slippery girl who easily took over the situation while Ashley and Michela enjoyed themselves as spa day customers even if Ashley was chewing on yummy socks. Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! The rope bunny was trying to get around the house, but the hogtie imprisons her fast and true!
"GMMM! MMMM!" Hannah Bandana fought like an execution scene was in progress.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny struggled and squirmed with full desperation.
"UGGGHH!" Michela playfully dropped blobs of drool onto the carpet.
"Oooooooooo," a highly relaxed Ashley quietly enjoyed struggling against the tape.
"Oh, my goodness, ladies, how much I love y'all!"
Gangsta Belle Hannah Jones truly embraces what it means to be a Cool Girl!
THE END
It's the Heart That Matters
Saturday, June 25, 2016
"Well, howdy, Miss Jenny," Miss Hannah Jones twanged in greeting when I stuck my head into her room, "Why don't you come on in and sit down? Make yourself cozy. Shut the door."
"Hi, Gangsta Belle!" my trusting side felt the genuine warmth, "Thank you. I will."
"What brings you here to the Palmeri house?" Miss Jones sat cross-legged on her bed.
"Michela and I have a playdate, except Michela doesn't it know yet!" was my coy and succinct response, "It's a surprise for her. Want to help me and Hannah Bandana?"
"Miss Jenny, I would be happy to assist," she smiled back, "We need an adventure."
My plan was simple for Michela to have a spa day of TUGs with me and some friends who loved us both. It's really complicated with two Hannah's being here, so this story is a good use of their CGC nicknames. With a grin, Hannah's magnetic personality and kindly drawly found me sitting on her bed at the footboard while she sat at the headboard. Something was bothering her because she lost the happy glow in her eyes while maintaining her smile.
"Jenny, I thank God every day for letting me live here," she said with a gulp.
"That's good! Do you thank the Palmeri's ever for taking you in?" I asked her with concern.
"Of course, but, Jenny… it really hurts when I get reminded that…," she started crying then, "It's the worst when something happens that reminds me they're not my family. Christmas ripped my heart out of my chest. Family cookouts make me feel like a stranger. Hannah Bandana gets the shaky ground of being Michela's girlfriend. I'm just that girl who locks herself up here—in what is still Michela's old bedroom to all her relations—during cookouts and parties. It's a house, but it's not a home. The closest family who will love me properly is in Massachusetts! I hate it here, Jenny! I love Hannah and Michela, but Luisa is Michela's only near relation who treats me as if I belong here. For me, it's worth the money to live at school during the semester."
With that, we hugged, me the Gangsta Princess and her the Gangsta Belle. She dressed in a cute, memorable manner that was a personal twist on Daisy Dukes. Daisy wore pantyhose under blue jean shorts. Gangsta Belle wears brown pantyhose under a tight beige denim knee skirt because she loves the style of the stereotypical damsel-in-distress, the kind you see getting victimized by an office bandit on TV or in movies. A pastel pink tank-top and a matching pastel pink Western paisley bandana headband (personal twist!) helped it be practical, Cool, and Hannah. The parts of it that were the most Hannah Jones of all were the pink crew socks and beige canvas sneakers.
"So, you'll let me help you with Michela's spa day?" Hannah dried her tears.
"I already asked you to join me!" my smile was bright and big, "Get the water pistols!"
"Oh, and Miss Jenny," the Gangsta Belle's bright glow returned, "Ashley might join us."
"Look," it was my turn to be frank, "I'm a rope bunny, and I want some action."
"Good luck with that," the half-Portuguese girl teased me, "Fofinha. My grandma calls me that."
"Whatever that means," I shrugged and smiled when she explained it meant, "Cute girl."
"Let's go, Gangsta Princess," she smiled, "And take some lovely young women as our hostages."
"And somehow get tied up, too," my request was made, but she didn't hear me at all.
With confidence and playful swagger, we stepped out the door and turned to the left to approach the stairs that went up to the finished loft that was Hannah and Michela's bedroom. As we went on our way, I made an adjustment to the position of the camouflage kerchief bandana that held my hair out of my face. With a khaki t-shirt and black gym shorts, there was a fun army vibe to accompany my bouncy, playful, adventurous spirit. Black canvas sneakers and camouflage crew socks just went with the theme. It's fun. Come with us! We were going to kidnap our friends!
But a turn. When we knocked on the door to the bedroom, we got no response from Michela, an unsettling sign. The door being shut was already her silent way of hinting suggesting a need for solitude or of being triggered. Gangsta Belle and I looked at each other, and we knocked on the door a second time knowing that Michela would respond if we were gently persistent.
"Michela," my voice called her softly, "It's me, Jenny. I came just to see you."
"Come in," she responded in a wavering voice that suggested that she was currently confused.
"Hey, sweetie," Michela stepped into the room with a smile, "This is a stickup."
"Oh?" Michela never turned to look at us, "You're the kind of people I really need right now."
Miss Michela Palmeri is so different from most Cool Girls. She was a tall, strong hockey player for St. Catherine's College, a small Catholic university about 35 minutes from here, and she had played so well her first year after 5 years away that they gave her a minor scholarship only since she declined the bigger scholarship saying that others needed it more than she did. Michela did not need the scholarship because her family was very rich, likely being the richest family of any Cool Girls' Club member. That's just the world around Michela, but it's Michela's world that is really important here. Just by looking at Michela, you can tell something is wrong here.
No, I don't mean the outfit but the posture. She was sitting at the foot of her bed, feet planted on the floor, arms crossed, and leaning forward. No sound could be heard, but glistening tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her fists occasionally clenched and relaxed; her teeth gritted for the most brief moments. She finally twisted her head, looked at us both, and smiled. With a laugh, she sat up, fluffed her brown curls, and crossed her wrists behind her back.
"So, you're gonna tie me up? How ya gonna gag me? My socks or some breed of ball gag?" she almost flirted with us, finding the exact escape from her reality that she needed right now, "Is this a kidnapping, a home invasion? Ooooooh! A spy game! Whatever it is, make it immersive."
"Just friends being friends," I said to comfort her, "A spa day for Michela Arcangela."
"Thank you!" her eyes lit up, "Jenny Danielle and Hannah Rebecca," her voice lowered to a kind, playful growl, "I guess then that this is a home invasion, and you're taking me hostage."
Thank you, Lord, for sending me and Gangsta Belle right then! He knew Michela needed love at the moment and saw her silent suffering and kindly gave me the inspiration to come visit her. It's always a pleasure to be here for my friends. When you have a friend like Michela, you're blessed in many ways, particularly in the nonverbal or oblique ways in which gratitude is expressed. On this happy note, I'm going to tell you about the damsel-in-distress.
With Michela, the outfit will always be stunningly pretty, slightly gangster, impeccably prim, and exquisitely feminine. She always has a bandana on her head, like most Cool Girls, but for today it was a pastel yellow Western paisley headband. Matching the bandana was a tight miniskirt, a conscious choice to empower herself in the face of childhood oppression and to flaunt her legs in opposition to the years in prison suits. Keeping the theme was a baby blue button-up blouse with three-quarter sleeves and matching thick crew socks. She had nude pantyhose and, as another of her subtle acts of defiance, black combat boots. This was the outfit of a pensive Michela.
"All right," the Gangsta Belle took over, "We're tyin' you up honey, and we're goin' to gag you all too well. Then we're goin' to take pictures of you and send 'em to your girlfriend."
"Oh, no! Don't do that!" Michela feigned panic while my pink rope bound her crossed wrists.
"Your precious Hannah is who we really want, right, Jenny?" Gangsta Belle asked me sinisterly.
"No!" I responded, reiterating my desire, "I want to experience Hannah Bandana's revenge!"
"Oh, Hannah won't be able to overpower you two baddies!" the captive missed my point, too.
To be brief, Michela's dad, when she was a child, started a bad habit of tying her up, gagging her, and doing things with her that ought only to be done with her mom. To stop him from doing the same to her younger sisters, Michela injured him with a firearm but spared his life. She was sent to nearly 4 years in prison for that because the judge felt worse for the father than for her! That's something that makes a lot of people angry, and even I get a little flushed just thinking about it. I am glad I was there right then because she was fighting the nightmares and needed an escape.
With all that height and hockey talent comes a strong but not too thick frame. Cheerful loops are like a halo of brown hair coming down to the base of her shoulders, and her brown eyes opened their gates to let me and Gangsta Belle pry into the depths of her soul. There was no doubt that Michela is an Italian girl (Sicilian, she emphasizes). Not only did she have the looks but also she had a deep, profound Roman Catholic faith that I found to be incredibly admirable!
"That's a good binding!" Michela wiggled her eyebrows and tested the ropes binding her crossed wrists, forming a decent harness with all the works, and wrapping her torso with a waist rope.
"And," with a crouch, I mischievously whispered in her ear, "It's only going to get better."
"We're the bad girls," the Gangsta Belle said, taking a video, "See what Hannah thinks of it."
"So, today," the captive wiggled and giggled, "I think it needs to be a homemade ball gag."
"Like this one?" I asked and pushed a blue rubber ball into her mouth and knotted the big brown bandana behind her head, being careful not to get her hair in it, "Mmmmmm, wonderful silence!"
"Hahhah! Hell ee!" she garbled into the two inch gag and started drooling from it.
With legs, the number of ropes used varies by preference and sometimes by size. I prefer using 4 ropes to bind the legs, but we have friends who are better bound with 6 because they're so tall. A few of us prefer just 2 or 3 ropes! However, Michela's size allows the freedom to do any of those as I wish. Priority goes (1) ankles, (2) above the knees, (3) below the knees, (4) below the waist, (5) shins, and (6) middle thighs. At least that's how it works in my mind! Four for Michela it is! For a little extra drama, at Gangsta Belle's suggestion, the ankle rope wraps into her heels so she cannot kick the boots off. What do we do while waiting for either Hannah or Ashley? Heh heh.
Michela can be an entertainer, and she went into her damsel-in-distress routine, learned from her part-time job as an amateur… well… damsel-in-distress! Basically, she dramatically jumped all around her bedroom and made lots of funny gag talk until drool was flowing off the rubber ball gag in a somewhat steady drip. She struggled and squirmed and squealed and had fun with every aspect of the way she was bound and gagged. In short, my spa day goal had been achieved.
"HAAAAAA! HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she cackled while lying on her back on her bed with me sitting on her legs and jamming my fingers into her belly, ribs, and armpits. Tickling once was a trauma trigger for her, and supposedly, heartbreaking as it sounds, she allowed me alone to tickle her. If that's true, then the secret has been kept from me for some reason that I cannot explain but would guess somehow is connected to either some special affection or a strange belief that I'm an innocent who can't handle these things, as so many Cool Girls seemed to believe back then.
Oh, how Michela laughed when we rolled her onto her stomach. Hannah sat on her back while I gave her a few playful spanks right on the bottom. It was simple and fun, but she giggled until it seemed to hurt her. With each shake of her head, the wavy brown hair flew around her head, and a sparkle grew in her eye. Inside Gangsta Belle's blue eyes, there was an internal war against the hate she had for her present life despite her amazing friendship with Michela.
"What are you doing to Michela?!" declared a cheeky Hannah Bandana, "You kidnapped her!"
"MMMMMMMMM!" our captive hammed it up like a damsel-in-distress but only drooled.
"Hands behind your back!" Gangsta Belle twanged, grabbed her water pistol, and pointed it right at Miss Larsson, "Quick, Gangsta Princess, tie her arms! Make sure you tie her elbows tightly!"
"OHHHHhhhh," I grumbled, having lost another opportunity, "I want a tight elbow tie too…"
"What do you gangsters want with me?" unfortunately for me, Hannah complied with orders.
"We knew that capturing your girl here would make you surrender," Gangsta Belle answered.
"Oh, no!" Hannah Bandana gulped while I easily tied her elbows together behind her back.
"Don't worry," a sparkle showed in Gangsta Belle's eyes, "It's going to be scrumptious."
Hannah Bandana, the one who fell away and who perfectly embodies our Cool Girls' Club vows of unconditional love and friendship—wonderfully expressed in TUGs—and never to expel any member from the Club, no matter how awful the offense committed. She's only a couple inches shorter than Gangsta Belle Hannah but strong as a mule. Her long platinum blonde hair was in a perfect ponytail held by a black scrunchie, a match to her black slacks. She has the most brilliant blue eyes you've ever seen, like the sky. Behind those eyes is the most conflicted mind among us all. The blue polo shirt (she works at best buy) and blue canvas sneakers make her look perfectly Hannah. After a long day on her feet, she's ready to be a damsel-in-distress.
Where do I start? Walking away from the CGC was the beginning of Hannah's path to becoming a drug dealer. She became the girlfriend of a prominent dealer and ensnared many souls with her readily-procured illegal vices… one being my favorite cousin! When she went to prison, she met many friends, including this delightful Gangsta Belle and Michela, who was her cellmate. That's how the relationship between Hannah Bandana and Michela began. After juvie? She returned to slinging and stopped using, and it all went downhill for the young adult. Her boyfriend violently coerced her into aborting their child and eventually tried to take her life. That was the beginning of her transformation from bigoted atheism to cautious Catholic piety. She and Michela are well aware that Catholicism forbade their relationship, and they tried their best although it was hard to resist temptation when they shared a bed. Eventually, though, Hannah fully converted, and their relationship turned into being besties. Today? Hannah Bandana's a loving wife, a devoted mom, and—get this—a guard in the same juvenile detention cell block where she was imprisoned!
But Gangsta Belle? That Hannah? Miss Jones sat on the edge of the bed and pinched Michela's nose since the big Sicilian captive was on her knees on the carpet right there. She then removed her sneakers and her socks while I secured Hannah Bandana (using nicknames to distinguish the two Hannah's is fun!) with more of my brown rope. The harness and the dual waist-and-crotch rope pinned our new captive's arms to her trunk. With that, Gangsta Belle took over binding the captive while I held my water pistol. Miss Jones was even stricter on limits than I was, and she still maintains the same limits and boundaries to this day and doesn't cease to delight her friends.
"Eat up," Gangsta Belle pushed her socks against Hannah Bandana's mouth
"No, wait! Nommmppphhhh!" the sweaty cheesy fabric filled her mouth.
"Now to silence you right," sweet Hannah amicably twanged and patted captive Hannah's cheek.
"GMMMPPHHH!" the captive watched and grimaced at the taste of socks while black electrical tape wrapped around her head 5 times, reducing her speech to nothing but "MMMMMM!"
"Ill humohhy hell uth?!" Michela wailed into the blue rubber ball before spilling some drool.
"I'm sorry. There is no help coming for you!" I teased her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Have I missed anything important, or no?" a distinctly foreign voice interrupted our little party.
Well, there goes my opportunity to talk about Gangsta Belle, because Ashley Calland has arrived to join the fracas. She looked much like Hannah Bandana with the blue Best Buy polo and black slacks with blue slip-on shoes, black socks, and, her signature piece, her patternless blue bandana headband that she wore to circumvent uniform rules while keeping her Cool Girl pizzazz. With a feminine mystique, Ashley made it clear that there was much more to her than meets the eye. An inviting smile always welcomed conversation, and chocolate brown eyes encouraged you to take a second to get to know her… as much as she would tell a stranger. The straight brown hair that the bandana pushed away from her face danced around her shoulders. She is only 5'7", but she's arguably the strongest Cool Girl of all. Her body language said she was quite happy today.
There's no excuse for what happened to Ashley. I can't even talk about it, but the result was that a young girl, who was just shy of 12 years old and had only lived in this country for 2 years, was sent to 6 years in juvenile detention for defending herself and a host of others against the psycho who had just unalived her parents in cold blood. My face is red! There's no way anybody is able to put themselves in this poor girl's shoes, yet she never lost her faith and built a friendship circle of people with whom she is comfortable. Still, her family of fellow inmates and Cool Girls pales in comparison to her lost parents or the living family back in her native France.
"Gangsta Belle?!" I squeaked, split between my desire to be nabbed and to stay in the game, "My spa day for Michela is turning into a hostage situation," and Hannah nodded in understanding.
"I got her," my colleague wrapped an arm around Hannah Bandana and grabbed her own pistol.
"Ah, Jenny," Ashley had the sweetest voice, "I see there are two of you and only one of me."
"Surrrender," captor Hannah smile, "Hands behind your back. Gangsta Princess, use some of my electrical tape on this one. Maybe a neon green for Miss Calland. Stuff her mouth with yummy goodness two," my colleague—and apparently my boss, too—gestured towards my socks.
"Then surrender I will," Ashley smiled, sighed, and sat on the futon, "Make it… a spa day."
"Jenny," the southern twang encouraged me, "make it your expression of CGC love to Ashley."
That phrase right there was the Gangsta Belle in a nutshell. Now let's talk about the Portuguese brunette with the blue eyes and the perfect tan. Hannah Jones was raised in a very strict, rigidly fundamentalist Baptist household. On New Years' Eve, 2013 going into 2014, the high schooler went to a party. Unfortunately, alcohol was served, and Hannah found herself drunk and totally helpless. When a boy tried to take advantage of her, she took off and drove home despite being completely intoxicated. Unsurprisingly, she crashed—into a house. For that, she was sentenced to 18 months in juvenile detention and disowned by her family—just like Hannah Bandana. And just like Hannah Bandana, Hannah Gangsta Belle was released to nowhere—but then the Palmeri family offered to let Hannah live with them and have Michela's former bedroom. Yes, during the next year, Hannah converted to Catholicism, but as you've read it wasn't all sunshine and roses.
In that spirit of love, taping Ashley made sense. Hannah could see something behind Ashley's quiet gaze that she understood from sharing a prison pod for 16 months. Sometimes, trusting a friend leads to blessings, and Hannah Jones never disappoints anyone who gives her their trust. With peace in my heart, I took the neon green electrical tape and began wrapping big Ashley's wrists behind her back. My 5'1" stature was joyfully apparent in this space where I was the one in charge! Ashley never uttered a single complaint but plaintively sighed to start her… spa day.
"GMMMMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana looked around while Hannah Jones bound her legs like Michela, with four ropes in the same four places. Miss Jones has a foot thing that she discovered within a month of her release from juvenile detention, once she realized that she was safe to find her own personality. The captive looked left and right before throwing her head back and letting out a loud groan. For her, this was a kidnapping roleplay game, and she was kidnapped!
"En'th hy thha hay?!" Michela hopped right over to me, drooling plentifully from the blue rubber ball in her mouth. Drool never suited my fancy then, and it still doesn't. All that's changed is my appreciation of the humiliation of being—to quote one of my friends—a slobbering mess. While my plan had lost its way, Michela still wanted to turn this kidnapping into a spa day with coerced relaxation and friendship working hand-in-hand to make us all happier, closer souls.
"It's coming soon," I promised the captive Sicilian hockey player, who promptly hopped over to the futon and sat down next to Hannah Bandana, who was struggling wildly like only she could. For me and Ashley, there were only smiles while the green tape wound around her wrists several times before I broke the tape. The same process repeated with tape above and below her elbows, and then more tape wrapped above and below her boobs and at her waist to secure her arms. The taping was thorough and tight, just the way Ashley likes to be bound. With a mischievous smile, she sat down on the futon on the other side of Hannah Bandana.
"You are a diabolical duo," Ashley sweetly castigated me and Gangsta Belle.
"That's for sure," Gangsta Belle smiled and took over taping Ashley while the gag was prepared.
"This is going to be amazing," a grin formed on my face before my shoes and socks came off my feet, "Ashley Calland, this is a hostage situation. And you're a hostage with one yummy gag."
"GMMMMMM!" she made the funniest face of disgust when my socks entered her mouth.
"Mmmm hmmmm!" Hannah teased Ashley while taping her legs, "Better than fried chicken!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Ashley protested while bright pink tape wrapped her face to seal her lips.
"Yes, yes, yes! Bad captors use dirty socks as gags!" my affectionate teasing made her laugh.
Now, with her legs rigidly taped in four places just like Hannah and Michela were roped, Ashley leaned back on the futon and kicked the air with her legs, and soon she had her fellow hostages doing the same. Of course, for Hannah and Ashley, all that did was encourage us to sit on their legs and start tickling them in the ribs, belly, and armpits with maximum force and pure love.
We tickled both hostages and made them smell our shoes, though obviously Gangsta Belle did it a lot better since she has a genuine enjoyment of foot-related elements. Hannah and Ashley were enjoying themselves, grunting and fighting while Michela swatted us with her helpless arms and chastised through the rubber ball gag, making her drool go everywhere as a result. It was such a memorable day and one which we all still reference in our memories.
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana howled when I blindfolded her with a red bandana.
"Nnmmmmmm!" Ashley wailed when Gangsta Belle blindfolded her with a black bandana.
"Mmmmmm!" Michela squealed with delight while I cuddled her.
"You're such a sweet, devout, lovable young woman, Michela," I paid her my compliments.
"Awwww, hank ou," she garbled into her gag with a rare feeling of genuine safety from danger.
"Isn't this fun?" Gangsta Belle asked us while holding a sneaker up to each hostage's nose.
"Ashley deserves spa day treatment too!" my promise had to be kept, "Hannah's a hostage."
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana howled after she was put into an ankles-to-elbows hogtie.
"That's tight," Miss Jones approved of my handiwork, "Perfect for that rabble rouser."
"GMMMMM!" the hostage blindly tried to kick her legs as much as she possibly could.
"Oh, quit yer whinin'," my southern colleague twanged and gently patted the captive's head.
My plans were ruined. Kidnapping Michela was then supposed to lead to me getting captured by one or both Hannah's in revenge after doting on the tall Sicilian girl for a while. My desire to be the one sucking on Gangsta Belle's socks or, better, Hannah Bandana's, were gone. I tried to turn it into a revenge scene, but Miss Jones was on the money each and every time to ensure we were the ones in control of this hilarious scene. Well, at least we were having fun!
How does one make a TUG into a spa TUG? Well, you take the captive and do things you know she likes to do and can do while she's bound and gagged! Michela likes watching hockey, being cuddled, and hopping around; Ashley likes being teased and tortured and watching baseball. It's prioritizing the captive's happiness first, like saying "I love you" by binding and gagging them so they have no choice but to trust you. "Spa day" isn't a formal term, and some call it doting.
This time, doting on Michela meant giving her the freedom to hop around and make herself a big drooling mess. She loved her boots, hose, skirt, and blouse combo, and it still is her favorite way to go if she has a choice that day. Finally, I took some of the pink tape and wrapped it around her face as a second gag, wrapping it tightly several times to see her face and keep her quiet. Then, I simply sat next to her and cuddled her. Gangsta Belle likewise cuddled Ashley. It can be hard to put together a spa day when the captives like elements you don't. We captors had a hard line that forbade anything adult despite all three captives enjoying such things and maybe missing them.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Ashley quietly, almost silently, enjoyed the casual, relaxing atmosphere.
"GMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana thrived in her hostage situation, thrashing like a caged animal.
"Gmm mmm mmmm!" Michela flirtatiously conversed with me because she flirted in nonsexual manners with everyone. Flirting, sly comments, teasing questions, and dramatic expressions all were typical for Michela and her way of conveying, "You make me feel safe to enjoy this."
"GMMMMMPH! GMMMMMPH! GMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Hannah loved roleplay.
"It'd be fun to be with them right now," again, my old own request was slickly made.
"Yeah, havin' someone's socks in my mouth right now would be nice," Gangsta Belle replied.
"That does it!" With a kiss on Michela's gagged lips and a wink that told her my desires to be in captivity alongside her, I stood up and walked over to Hannah Bandana and stripped off her blue sneakers and her black socks. Without a word, the socks entered my mouth for a terribly tasting torment, and six layers of neon green tape wrapped my face. Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, my cross-arms and defiant pout made my desires obvious even to Miss Jones. "MMMMMM!"
"Ohhhhhh, when you mentioned spa day I thought you didn't want to be tied up! Fine, but you'll be a second hostage instead, Gangsta Princess!" Now, most of us had three kinds of rope: brown rope, clothesline, and either clothesline or white rope that I dyed special for that person. Hannah owned clothesline and like six colors of parachute cord ("paracord"). This time, she chose bright orange paracord and easily overpowered me to tie my wrists together behind me.
A rope bunny's gotta do what a rope bunny's gotta do. Miss Jones received several hints that my desire was to be captured, and she ran me over every time. It was supposed to be Michela's Spa Day with me getting captured by Hannah Bandana in an act of vengeance. But noooooooooooo! Gangsta Belle pulled her water pistol on both Hannah Bandana and Ashley and ordered me to go tie them up. A note to self was made: in the future, defy such orders if they're contrary to what I actually desire, C'mon, Gangsta Belle, bind me so that I'm completely helpless and can't escape!
Thankfully, Hannah gave me her best and then some. She bound my arms above and below my elbows with strict but careful technique, perhaps the best of any Cool Girl at making extremely strict restraints feel comfortable yet effective. The harness and waist rope… well, if I'd been a fan of harnesses then like today, I'd have been delighted. As it was, then, this harness felt like a rope hug unlike anything else I'd ever experienced to that point or from anyone else since then. To this day, Hannah will not tie a crotch rope nor let one be tied on her; for me, they didn't cause any effects and thus were just another restraint. Like Hannah Bandana's and Michela's, my legs were bound in four places. Finally transformed into a hogtied hostage, a damsel-in-distress!
"Well, are we having fun? Y'all sure seem to be enjoying yourselves mighty nicely!"
"GMMM! GMMMMMMM!" Hannah Bandana struggled like a good Best Buy sales clerk.
"Hell ee! Uhmuhhy heethe hell ee!" Michela hammed it up like a damsel-in-distress.
"Mmmmmmmm," Ashley humbly cooed and struggled in her electrical tape captivity.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny fought her own hogtie like a good little hostage.
"GMMM! MMMM!" the other hostage continued her own desperate attempt to escape.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny continued frantically squirming.
"UGGGHH!" Michela dropped blobs of drool on the carpet.
"Oooooooooo," Ashley was lost in her blindfold, tape bound relaxation.
"Yes, indeed, we are having fun," Gangsta Belle beautifully summarized our captivity.
On that note, Hannah grabbed a red bandana and blindfolded me with it and started tickling my feet with the fullness of her passion for the delightfully miserable torment. You get the picture at this point. Tickling plus feet means my captor is a happy captor. With mischief and playfulness in her eyes, the Gangsta Belle dug her fingers into my feet for a raucous tickle fest. What fun it's been for Michela's spa day while she quietly relaxes with the rope and the drooling ball gag. The gag is a classic CGC method, and the method of relaxing is opposite that of being a hostage.
Hannah Bandana and Gangsta Princess were hostages, kidnapped by the sneaky Gangsta Belle, a slippery girl who easily took over the situation while Ashley and Michela enjoyed themselves as spa day customers even if Ashley was chewing on yummy socks. Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! The rope bunny was trying to get around the house, but the hogtie imprisons her fast and true!
"GMMM! MMMM!" Hannah Bandana fought like an execution scene was in progress.
"MMMMMMMMM!" the rope bunny struggled and squirmed with full desperation.
"UGGGHH!" Michela playfully dropped blobs of drool onto the carpet.
"Oooooooooo," a highly relaxed Ashley quietly enjoyed struggling against the tape.
"Oh, my goodness, ladies, how much I love y'all!"
Gangsta Belle Hannah Jones truly embraces what it means to be a Cool Girl!
THE END