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Sock Love
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Hey, fam! It's me, Casey Clark—old stroke face herself. Ha ha! I've been asked to tell you the story of how a trick you will see in a later story and which you saw in a previous story related to this bizarre "Kinktober 2025" was originally introduced to the Cool Girls' Club and became yet another bizarre element used less by us and more by others. Call it a happy accident! It's also a fun story of one of the most memorable TUGs of my life.
"Hi, girls!" I put down a crutch to hug each of my three friends—Jenny, Kenny, and Nichole, "It makes me so happy to see you again!" And I meant that from the bottom of my heart.
"Gangsta Friend, you're always welcome in my home, and you know that!" Jenny beamed.
"Your friendship means so much," Nichole meant that as much as Jenny and I meant our words.
"It's… yeah," Kendra blushed and shied away before speaking, "Thank you for helping me."
"Kendra," I put my hands on her shoulders, "God loves you and me as much as angelic Jenny."
"Oh, Casey Clark, I'm glad our paths crossed," she then squeezed me in a hug so tight I coughed.
Sure, I'd had a stroke and had recovered as much as I could, but that included recovery. Nichole was physically and sexually abused at home and moved out months before this. Kendra had left home after being rejected for her youthful mistakes that led to a drug charge conviction? Jenny, the sweet girl , had suffered with each of us despite the mistakes we'd all committed. The truth is that each of us was maturing, but we still shared a youthful love of TUGs and friendship.
"Gangsta Queen," I limped in Nichole's arms and whispered in her ear, "God loves you, too."
"I'm starting to believe that," she admitted the softening of her heart and squeezed me tightly.
"All right. We have a Queen, a Princess, a Friend, and a… Kenny," I said, "You need a title."
"Ummm…," Jenny blushed, "Kendra does have a Gangsta nickname, but it's special for us."
"No!" Kendra cackled and had a twinkle in her eyes, finally accepting the love, "Tell them."
"All right," the little girl dried a tear, "She's Gangsta Jewel, because she's precious to me."
"I don't know," I said, looking down at little Kendra, "She's precious to many, many people."
Kendra Kristensen was 5' tall only in people's pipe dreams. She was more like 4' 11⅝". Jenny is a true 5' 1" unlike her little second cousin. Nichole's 5' 4", and I'm 5' 6", a veritable giant among this group! A spark of mischief and love could be seen in Kendra's brown eyes, a sweet match to her brown bandana headband. She and Jenny were already wearing their pyjamas, which were cute argyle patterns with pink and brown long sleeve flannel tops and solid-colored pants. Jenny had pink, and Kendra had brown. The socks were opposite. Jenny had a pink camo bandana for her kerchief. Both had cute braids for their blonde-brown hair with natural brown highlights. I am sure they giggled and laughed and made those braids for each other.
Then there was Nichole, who kindly waited for me and went with me into Jenny's bedroom to be a help in case I had a problem with dressing. She had navy pyjama pants, icy blue socks, a navy shirt, and an icy blue bandana headband. Without a word, she hugged me again, and I realized it was like a way of thanking me for my involvement in her life. Neither fear nor sadness could be felt in her grip. In fact, there was only happiness here on this post-Christmas evening.
My own pyjamas were chosen just for this occasion. Pink and black plaid pajama bottoms with a matching button-up shirt, pink socks, and a black kerchief bandana to hold my blonde locks out of my face. It was nice to have hair that reached down past my shoulders again after losing it to the craniotomy that saved my life. We all knew the socks were gags in the waiting—and we all anticipated it, too. I essentially introduced the dirty/worn sock gag to the Cool Girls' Club! The short version of the story: I had a falling out with Jenny and Nichole and practiced self-tying for a while, and I sometimes gagged myself with my own worn socks so as not to use a second pair that my parents would find in the laundry basket! I liked it and knew my friends would, too.
"Look what I brought," I showed my friends several balaclavas I used for snowboarding when I went to Colorado with my parents or my cousins and smiled, "These should add a touch of fun."
"Oooooooh," Jenny grabbed a red one and put it on herself, "I'm a bandit now!"
"Quick!" Nichole turned on her friend in an instant, "Let's kidnap Gangsta Princess!"
"Wait?! We haven't played any games!" the angelic girl protested and quickly was… kidnapped!
Fam, nothing compares to TUGs, the CGC's official game of love, trust, and friendship. We did not think twice—Nichole was the Gangsta Queen after all. I used my size to grab and hold the squealing, squirming little rope bunny; Kendra grabbed Jenny's beloved pink rope and began to bind her wrists together behind her back; Nichole grabbed rope and started tying Jenny's ankles. You've never seen someone enjoy being kidnapped until you've met Jenny. A harness and waist rope pinned her arms down to her body and wrapped her up very nicely.
"GMMMMMM!" Jenny twisted in my arms, unable to resist her capture.
The pink rope bound Jenny 's wrists and elbows just the way she liked it—tightly. Nichole tied her legs with that loving technique that showed its best for the best. Soon, I had Nichole's socks in my hand with a navy bandana knotted around the outer sock and the other sock inside the one with the bandana. We didn't want Jenny to swallow the socks! That didn't stop us from using the yummy cleave gag or giving her that Cool Girl pizzazz by wrapping her head in 6 layers of pink duct tape. For the finishing touch, we blindfolded her with a brown bandana so that her theme of pink and brown would keep going. Naturally, we picked the pink balaclava to pull over her head and made sure it went under her shirt and did the top button on the shirt so that she couldn't pull the ski mask off her head. BOOM! Gangsta Princess was a damsel-in-distress!
"Where did you get so many ski masks?" Nichole pulled a red one over her own head, "Neat!"
"Snowboarding. I went with my cousins and bought two and forgot them at home by mistake," I candidly admitted my mistake, "So we bought two more and made sure they were different."
"Well, that's pretty cool," Kendra looked at me, "Let's tickle Jenny until she can't breathe and lay her across all our laps while we're playing video games without her!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Jenny acted like the cutest little thing you've ever seen in your life.
Thus we began tickling Jenny. Believe me, tickling is just awesome. Nothing brings joy into a TUG like when one of the group is forced to laugh until she's breathless. Once she is laughing heartily, those tickling her laugh with her. The result? Everyone's happy. Even girls who tried to stroke out of this world and survived can enjoy giving and receiving tickle torture.
Kendra is always like "I don't like TUGs." But there she is modeling, eagerly getting into things with her friends as captor and captive, and even these days getting into it with her husband. She is in bigtime denial—she likes TUGs as much as Jenny but merely in a different way. Kendra is one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet, and she's so selfless and doesn't tell any of her friends about it. Yes, indeed, that little Gangsta Jewel is precious to so many of us.
"Haah haah haaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Jenny laughed throughout the tickling.
"Jenny," Kendra let her guard down for a second, "I can't believe how much we love each other!"
That's a prime example of why Kenny is Jenny's "Gangsta Jewel." Kendra at the time had a bad relationship with her family, but they could still face each other at holidays. It took time, but she thankfully has a good relationship with her family these days. With joy, we put Mario Kart into the system and played while Jenny squirmed herself into sitting up between Kendra and Nichole. Even blindfolded, she has a radar for her favorite cousin and her best friend!
"OK, Kendra, it's your turn!" Nichole clapped her hands together, "What'll it be?"
"Zipties preferred. You should know that by now," Kendra stood in prison pose with her hands behind her back, dominant wrist clasped by the non-dominant hand, back perfectly straight.
"All right!" I brought the energy to the room, "Let's give the young lady what she wants!"
Five zipties binding Kendra's arms behind her back and nine binding her legs together felt just a little excessive to me. Still, she giggled—oh, did she giggle—when we made a gag using Jenny's socks and a pink bandana. She loved dirty sock gags, but this one was special because of Jenny's socks being the ones in her mouth. I know it sounds so simplistic and maybe even silly to some of you just reading that. Ever the sport, Kendra wanted a white bandana for her blindfold and the blue balaclava to finish it off. Find me anyone cuter than Jenny or Kenny when so overzealously bound! I can't describe the squeals of happiness they made when I hugged them.
Then Nichole sat at the piano; I grabbed my guitar; and we played Christmas carols together for a peaceful transition towards bedtime. Jenny and Kenny gag-talk sang along, and all of us were happy that Kenny couldn't sing. She's a glass-cracker, but we love her anyway. Really, she and Jenny were adorable—cute. At the CGC, you're family! And this was a CGC family gathering. Finally, it was my turn to be captured. That's the way we do it here!
"Gmmmmm!" I grunted into my own gag when my turn came, a large wad with Kenny's socks and one of Nichole's with a white bandana accompanying them.
"Nice and quiet," Nichole smiled and wrapped my head in 7 layers of black duct tape.
"Gmmmmm!" I wiggled my eyebrows, but a red bandana blindfolded me.
"Night, night!" and the black balaclava was pulled over my head.
White rope tied me up well with a harness, crossed wrists, and a few leg bonds. It was the way Nichole did it best of all of us, with tender loving care and a desire to keep us safely imprisoned in her embrace. Jenny, Kenny, and I were bound, gagged with dirty socks, blindfolded, and now shrouded with balaclavas. It was such a fun way to get into the makeshift bed Nichole made on the floor between her bed and Jenny's and be a helpless captive on a cold winter's night.
Can you imagine how cozy it was? How meaningful it was for us? For Nichole to be safe? For Kendra to be wanted? For me to be active? That was a special Christmas gift in its own way, to have the company and love of one another. It brings me joy to tell you that we're all still special to each other in the same way. Maybe 10 years have passed since then, my three friends are now mothers, but the same bond exists between us all.
I'll see you in my next story, whenever that is! God bless you!
Sock Love
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Hey, fam! It's me, Casey Clark—old stroke face herself. Ha ha! I've been asked to tell you the story of how a trick you will see in a later story and which you saw in a previous story related to this bizarre "Kinktober 2025" was originally introduced to the Cool Girls' Club and became yet another bizarre element used less by us and more by others. Call it a happy accident! It's also a fun story of one of the most memorable TUGs of my life.
"Hi, girls!" I put down a crutch to hug each of my three friends—Jenny, Kenny, and Nichole, "It makes me so happy to see you again!" And I meant that from the bottom of my heart.
"Gangsta Friend, you're always welcome in my home, and you know that!" Jenny beamed.
"Your friendship means so much," Nichole meant that as much as Jenny and I meant our words.
"It's… yeah," Kendra blushed and shied away before speaking, "Thank you for helping me."
"Kendra," I put my hands on her shoulders, "God loves you and me as much as angelic Jenny."
"Oh, Casey Clark, I'm glad our paths crossed," she then squeezed me in a hug so tight I coughed.
Sure, I'd had a stroke and had recovered as much as I could, but that included recovery. Nichole was physically and sexually abused at home and moved out months before this. Kendra had left home after being rejected for her youthful mistakes that led to a drug charge conviction? Jenny, the sweet girl , had suffered with each of us despite the mistakes we'd all committed. The truth is that each of us was maturing, but we still shared a youthful love of TUGs and friendship.
"Gangsta Queen," I limped in Nichole's arms and whispered in her ear, "God loves you, too."
"I'm starting to believe that," she admitted the softening of her heart and squeezed me tightly.
"All right. We have a Queen, a Princess, a Friend, and a… Kenny," I said, "You need a title."
"Ummm…," Jenny blushed, "Kendra does have a Gangsta nickname, but it's special for us."
"No!" Kendra cackled and had a twinkle in her eyes, finally accepting the love, "Tell them."
"All right," the little girl dried a tear, "She's Gangsta Jewel, because she's precious to me."
"I don't know," I said, looking down at little Kendra, "She's precious to many, many people."
Kendra Kristensen was 5' tall only in people's pipe dreams. She was more like 4' 11⅝". Jenny is a true 5' 1" unlike her little second cousin. Nichole's 5' 4", and I'm 5' 6", a veritable giant among this group! A spark of mischief and love could be seen in Kendra's brown eyes, a sweet match to her brown bandana headband. She and Jenny were already wearing their pyjamas, which were cute argyle patterns with pink and brown long sleeve flannel tops and solid-colored pants. Jenny had pink, and Kendra had brown. The socks were opposite. Jenny had a pink camo bandana for her kerchief. Both had cute braids for their blonde-brown hair with natural brown highlights. I am sure they giggled and laughed and made those braids for each other.
Then there was Nichole, who kindly waited for me and went with me into Jenny's bedroom to be a help in case I had a problem with dressing. She had navy pyjama pants, icy blue socks, a navy shirt, and an icy blue bandana headband. Without a word, she hugged me again, and I realized it was like a way of thanking me for my involvement in her life. Neither fear nor sadness could be felt in her grip. In fact, there was only happiness here on this post-Christmas evening.
My own pyjamas were chosen just for this occasion. Pink and black plaid pajama bottoms with a matching button-up shirt, pink socks, and a black kerchief bandana to hold my blonde locks out of my face. It was nice to have hair that reached down past my shoulders again after losing it to the craniotomy that saved my life. We all knew the socks were gags in the waiting—and we all anticipated it, too. I essentially introduced the dirty/worn sock gag to the Cool Girls' Club! The short version of the story: I had a falling out with Jenny and Nichole and practiced self-tying for a while, and I sometimes gagged myself with my own worn socks so as not to use a second pair that my parents would find in the laundry basket! I liked it and knew my friends would, too.
"Look what I brought," I showed my friends several balaclavas I used for snowboarding when I went to Colorado with my parents or my cousins and smiled, "These should add a touch of fun."
"Oooooooh," Jenny grabbed a red one and put it on herself, "I'm a bandit now!"
"Quick!" Nichole turned on her friend in an instant, "Let's kidnap Gangsta Princess!"
"Wait?! We haven't played any games!" the angelic girl protested and quickly was… kidnapped!
Fam, nothing compares to TUGs, the CGC's official game of love, trust, and friendship. We did not think twice—Nichole was the Gangsta Queen after all. I used my size to grab and hold the squealing, squirming little rope bunny; Kendra grabbed Jenny's beloved pink rope and began to bind her wrists together behind her back; Nichole grabbed rope and started tying Jenny's ankles. You've never seen someone enjoy being kidnapped until you've met Jenny. A harness and waist rope pinned her arms down to her body and wrapped her up very nicely.
"GMMMMMM!" Jenny twisted in my arms, unable to resist her capture.
The pink rope bound Jenny 's wrists and elbows just the way she liked it—tightly. Nichole tied her legs with that loving technique that showed its best for the best. Soon, I had Nichole's socks in my hand with a navy bandana knotted around the outer sock and the other sock inside the one with the bandana. We didn't want Jenny to swallow the socks! That didn't stop us from using the yummy cleave gag or giving her that Cool Girl pizzazz by wrapping her head in 6 layers of pink duct tape. For the finishing touch, we blindfolded her with a brown bandana so that her theme of pink and brown would keep going. Naturally, we picked the pink balaclava to pull over her head and made sure it went under her shirt and did the top button on the shirt so that she couldn't pull the ski mask off her head. BOOM! Gangsta Princess was a damsel-in-distress!
"Where did you get so many ski masks?" Nichole pulled a red one over her own head, "Neat!"
"Snowboarding. I went with my cousins and bought two and forgot them at home by mistake," I candidly admitted my mistake, "So we bought two more and made sure they were different."
"Well, that's pretty cool," Kendra looked at me, "Let's tickle Jenny until she can't breathe and lay her across all our laps while we're playing video games without her!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Jenny acted like the cutest little thing you've ever seen in your life.
Thus we began tickling Jenny. Believe me, tickling is just awesome. Nothing brings joy into a TUG like when one of the group is forced to laugh until she's breathless. Once she is laughing heartily, those tickling her laugh with her. The result? Everyone's happy. Even girls who tried to stroke out of this world and survived can enjoy giving and receiving tickle torture.
Kendra is always like "I don't like TUGs." But there she is modeling, eagerly getting into things with her friends as captor and captive, and even these days getting into it with her husband. She is in bigtime denial—she likes TUGs as much as Jenny but merely in a different way. Kendra is one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet, and she's so selfless and doesn't tell any of her friends about it. Yes, indeed, that little Gangsta Jewel is precious to so many of us.
"Haah haah haaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Jenny laughed throughout the tickling.
"Jenny," Kendra let her guard down for a second, "I can't believe how much we love each other!"
That's a prime example of why Kenny is Jenny's "Gangsta Jewel." Kendra at the time had a bad relationship with her family, but they could still face each other at holidays. It took time, but she thankfully has a good relationship with her family these days. With joy, we put Mario Kart into the system and played while Jenny squirmed herself into sitting up between Kendra and Nichole. Even blindfolded, she has a radar for her favorite cousin and her best friend!
"OK, Kendra, it's your turn!" Nichole clapped her hands together, "What'll it be?"
"Zipties preferred. You should know that by now," Kendra stood in prison pose with her hands behind her back, dominant wrist clasped by the non-dominant hand, back perfectly straight.
"All right!" I brought the energy to the room, "Let's give the young lady what she wants!"
Five zipties binding Kendra's arms behind her back and nine binding her legs together felt just a little excessive to me. Still, she giggled—oh, did she giggle—when we made a gag using Jenny's socks and a pink bandana. She loved dirty sock gags, but this one was special because of Jenny's socks being the ones in her mouth. I know it sounds so simplistic and maybe even silly to some of you just reading that. Ever the sport, Kendra wanted a white bandana for her blindfold and the blue balaclava to finish it off. Find me anyone cuter than Jenny or Kenny when so overzealously bound! I can't describe the squeals of happiness they made when I hugged them.
Then Nichole sat at the piano; I grabbed my guitar; and we played Christmas carols together for a peaceful transition towards bedtime. Jenny and Kenny gag-talk sang along, and all of us were happy that Kenny couldn't sing. She's a glass-cracker, but we love her anyway. Really, she and Jenny were adorable—cute. At the CGC, you're family! And this was a CGC family gathering. Finally, it was my turn to be captured. That's the way we do it here!
"Gmmmmm!" I grunted into my own gag when my turn came, a large wad with Kenny's socks and one of Nichole's with a white bandana accompanying them.
"Nice and quiet," Nichole smiled and wrapped my head in 7 layers of black duct tape.
"Gmmmmm!" I wiggled my eyebrows, but a red bandana blindfolded me.
"Night, night!" and the black balaclava was pulled over my head.
White rope tied me up well with a harness, crossed wrists, and a few leg bonds. It was the way Nichole did it best of all of us, with tender loving care and a desire to keep us safely imprisoned in her embrace. Jenny, Kenny, and I were bound, gagged with dirty socks, blindfolded, and now shrouded with balaclavas. It was such a fun way to get into the makeshift bed Nichole made on the floor between her bed and Jenny's and be a helpless captive on a cold winter's night.
Can you imagine how cozy it was? How meaningful it was for us? For Nichole to be safe? For Kendra to be wanted? For me to be active? That was a special Christmas gift in its own way, to have the company and love of one another. It brings me joy to tell you that we're all still special to each other in the same way. Maybe 10 years have passed since then, my three friends are now mothers, but the same bond exists between us all.
I'll see you in my next story, whenever that is! God bless you!
