Home for the Holidays (FF/FF)
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2025 1:38 pm
Home for the Holidays
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
"Well, well, well," my older sister Zoe looked back at me, "Here we are!"
"Get in there!" I ordered Zoe to hop up the steps into our childhood home.
"You're mean!" my older sister laughed a little while complying, "What will Mom say?"
I smirked at that. "Who knows? Probably laugh and hand me her socks to gag you!"
"Oooh, look at me!" Zoe hopped into the house, "A Christmas damsel-in-distress!"
"Yeah, one that's totally stuck!" I checked the zipties that bound her then called, "Mom?! Sam?!"
"We're in Zoe's room!" my mother called us back from upstairs, "Come on up!"
"Joy Samantha Gustavsson, wait 'til I tell Mom what you did!" I heard Melody's voice, too.
"Just be glad it's only us girls… tomorrow will be much worse for you! Muaha!" I taunted Zoe.
Up the stairs Zoe hopped gracefully. With each step, she paused to bully me into spanking her to order her to keep hopping up the 16 steps. The same wooden paddle I used for cooking whacked her butt with each step. SMACK! Zoe loved it and wanted the pain that came with it, and I joyfully indulged her desires. She'd turn, look at me, bat her eyes, and hop after each spank.
Zoe's green kerchief bandana and the trio of red, white, and green scrunchie that held her brown hair in a gorgeous ponytail were perfect for her. The white and red candy cane striped turtleneck, the green leggings, and the red cotton knee skirt were typical of the older sister I love beyond my ability to express. White crew socks over leggings and a pair of red tennis sneakers brought it all together in true Zoe style. Ha ha, the jealousy on my end is quite real, but I love my sister!
Each of us sisters, by our placement in our family, had a color theme that we followed. The three oldest girls each were assigned the classic Christmas red, white, and green as their theme, and we younger sisters took blue as our gangster color, with the one little sister among us Joy's getting to dress however she wished. From fully gangster to modest piety to chains, we put our own little touches on the styles to make this a wintery, Christmas get-together for three sets of TUG-loving cousins who all hailed from southeastern Minnesota.
Blue zipties bound Zoe because of my blue outfit featuring a kerchief bandana and an ankle skirt, a pair of mainstays for me in my day-to-day style. The bright blue t-shirt and knee socks and the blue sneakers were also common sights on me, but they perfectly fit the icy chilly gangster vibe I and my fellow Joy's were looking to capture in our collective appearances. Oh, with so many of us in one place, I'll do my best to keep things rich and descriptive so no one gets short-changed.
"Welcome!" our cousin Joy Samantha greeted us when we entered Zoe's old bedroom.
"Hey, Zoe! Would you ask Aunt Susan to get off me?" Melody twisted to look at us because our mom was sitting on her back and sipping on a cup of hot tea, "She said she'll listen to you!"
"Mom, would you please get off cousin Mel?" I asked with a mischievous smile on my face.
"No," Mom smirked a little, "I said I might get off her if one of you two asked me nicely."
"Awwwwwww, Mom! Pretty please?" Zoe whined sweetly, "I'll let you pick out my gag if you won't sit on her! It's enough that Melody's tied to my bed, isn't it? Pleeeeeeeeasssssssssssse?"
Mom smiled. Melody squirmed underneath her in strong resistance of the bondage in which Joy Samantha had trapped her. It was a tough position reminiscent of one which Aunt Melissa loved to recall because she'd trapped Melody and Sam's mother in such a position many times. Melody had her wrists, forearms, and elbows tied behind her back with strong black ropes that contrasted her white turtleneck, red leggings, white kerchief bandana, and green ankle socks. Her legs were folded and bound in place with two ropes for a stringent frogtie that would keep her from being a nuisance for us. Ropes also ran from her knees and shoulders to the corners of the bed. Sam was really good at tying up people, and Melody was in one tight trap.
"OK, Zoe, but realize that Melody's socks are going to taste bad," Mom declared and stood up.
"What? No! Mom! Not Mel's socks!" Zoe instantly took a hop backwards into the wall, "No!"
"You actually drove here with Zoe ziptied like this?" Always in charge, Mom changed topics.
"Oh, no! I stopped at Aunt Melissa's and tied her up there," I laughed at the mere suggestion.
"Zoe," Mom put down her coffee and pulled Melody's socks off her feet, "We made a deal."
"Mom, no! Mel's socks are why my friends call it toe gouda and toe limburger," Zoe whined.
"I'm right here you know!" Melody protested the incessant insulting of her body, "I taste good!"
"Don't do this!" Zoe hopped into my waiting arms with a twinkle of eagerness in her big browns.
"Eat up, my child," Mom stuffed the socks into Zoe's mouth.
"Nmmmmmmmmm," my older sister made a face despite the bright approval in her eyes.
Using vet wrap allowed me to cleave gag Zoe, wrap gag her face, and blindfold her, and I went so far as to wrap her head completely except for her ponytail and nose! Each layer added to the smothering effect of the wrap, and slowly Zoe's eyes disappeared from view to prevent her from using her infamous puppy eyes to extract mercy from us. When I was done wrapping Zoe's face, I gave her a pair of SMACK! on the butt using my trusty paddle, making her yelp.
Zoe fought and squirmed against the blue plastic strips that securely bound her arms and legs in a tight, unforgiving manner. Seven of the narrow zips bound her arms together behind her back so her elbows were touching, and eleven of them bound her legs together. A trio of thick, long zips wrapped her body above and below her boobs and at her waist, pinning her arms, but these were classic clear because I didn't happen to have any such zips in any color! I put the kibosh on most of her resistance by zipping her ankles to the footboard of her bed.
"OK, whose socks are going in Mel's mouth," Sam asked me and Mom without a thought.
"A nice big ball gag instead," Melody tried to negotiate her own torment, but…
Sam ignored her big sister, "I think it should be yours or Zoe's because I have to go home after."
"Zoe!" I knelt down by my sister's feet, "Thank you for your donation to Melody's cause!"
"This is just getting worse and worse," Melody groaned, "Why do you I love you all again?"
"Because we're sweet and kind outside of TUGs," Sam cheerfully took the socks from me.
"All right," Melody opened her mouth with a wry smile, "After all, I'm the captive, right?"
Into Melody's mouth went Zoe's socks as an exchange between the two older sisters, although it should be noted that my own mother was an older sister as well. No one likes playing the role of instigator like that first generation of Henderson TUG girls as each of our mothers likes rousing a child to go and kidnap another person, whether it's Aunt Darlene pitting Melody against my own mother or my own mother pitting Zoe against me. We have fun and love one another in our cute, but strange, manner via rope and gags, and Melody demonstrated this when she squealed happily while Sam stuffed her mouth and wrapped her face in white vet wrap three times as a cleave gag and five times as a classic wrap gag.
"It's spanking and tickling time, isn't it, Joy?" I asked Sam with a big, childish smile on my face.
"Hell, yeah, it is. Trade?" Sam had a similar smile, "You don't get to torture Melody too often."
Both of the captives shook their heads. "Nmmmmmmm!"
"See how much your sisters love you!" Mom never was able to resist teasing a captive.
"Ha ha ha haaaaaa!" Melody laughed by brute force while my fingers tickled her bare feet. Love was an understatement because I did truly love my cousins and couldn't get enough of them. The truth was that none of us girls loved being tickled as much as Melody, and she was notorious as a captive for wiggling her feet until someone finally capitulated and fulfilled her desires. Melody's captivity always resulted in tickling if nothing else took place during the game.
Zoe just as boisterously laughed while Sam masterfully tickled her bare feet. All of us definitely were having fun even if in different manners. Dirty socks were cringeworthy to me, but I would be willing to dish them out as long as I knew my captive genuinely liked them. Zoe suffered so many things at my hands during our time as high schoolers, college students, and single women, and I am so grateful for her sisterly patience with me and my affinity for absolute domination.
"GMMMMM HMMM HMMM HMMMMM!" my sister hollered at the top of her lungs.
"HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!" Melody cackled with incomparable joy.
"And that's for you," Mom put a red Christmas bow over Zoe's gagged lips.
"Hmmmm?" My older sister blindly looked around.
"And this one's for you," Mom repeated the deed with a silver bow over Melody's lips.
"Awwww, Mom, they're cute!" I said with immature delight at the sight.
"Aunt Susan, you know how to take a scene from special to unforgettable!" Sam smiled brightly.
Who knew that this was going to be Sam's last Christmas on earth? At least we never took each other for granted, but even then I wish I'd spent more time with her than I already did because it was our only opportunity to create memories together. Standing there in Zoe's bedroom making memories we would cherish forever was worth it especially since it was so hard to find time for Melody to enjoy a game like this because of her addiction to procreation.
Now? Melody gets a thrill out of playing TUGs with her 17 year old daughter because she had her first when she was just 19 years old. Poor Melody never realized that she would soon lose the apple of her eye, her little sister. Never again would she be writing "To Joy, with warm love and hugs, from Melody" on a Christmas present. No one expects bereavement of this nature to occur at any point let alone to someone so young and so full of life.
But we made it special. We made it a day we couldn't forget. The image of Mom sticking bows on Zoe's and Melody's gagged lips was a sight that Sam and I would replay even after the game and that would be still replaying in our minds while we fell asleep with smiles on our faces. The truth is that the first generation—our parents—truly understood joy, and they did well in naming us as they did. They saw joy in us and bestowed us with that title, and we naturally assumed the beautiful role of being a source of joy to our older siblings. Tickle torture is just forced joy.
"Blugh!" Zoe complained about her dirty sock gag.
"Yuck!" Melody, like everyone, always complained when my socks were in her mouth.
"Ironic that the puker who can't handle socks makes the most rancid socks!" Samantha giggled.
"You're just jealous that I can avoid that punishment and you can't," I winked back at her.
"Now, be good sisters," Mom interrupted us, "Stop tickling your sisters and give them cookies."
Mom couldn't have said it better! There's no place like home, and there's nothing like feeding a captive a homemade cookie. That means this game came to a tasty, delicious, happy conclusion.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
"Well, well, well," my older sister Zoe looked back at me, "Here we are!"
"Get in there!" I ordered Zoe to hop up the steps into our childhood home.
"You're mean!" my older sister laughed a little while complying, "What will Mom say?"
I smirked at that. "Who knows? Probably laugh and hand me her socks to gag you!"
"Oooh, look at me!" Zoe hopped into the house, "A Christmas damsel-in-distress!"
"Yeah, one that's totally stuck!" I checked the zipties that bound her then called, "Mom?! Sam?!"
"We're in Zoe's room!" my mother called us back from upstairs, "Come on up!"
"Joy Samantha Gustavsson, wait 'til I tell Mom what you did!" I heard Melody's voice, too.
"Just be glad it's only us girls… tomorrow will be much worse for you! Muaha!" I taunted Zoe.
Up the stairs Zoe hopped gracefully. With each step, she paused to bully me into spanking her to order her to keep hopping up the 16 steps. The same wooden paddle I used for cooking whacked her butt with each step. SMACK! Zoe loved it and wanted the pain that came with it, and I joyfully indulged her desires. She'd turn, look at me, bat her eyes, and hop after each spank.
Zoe's green kerchief bandana and the trio of red, white, and green scrunchie that held her brown hair in a gorgeous ponytail were perfect for her. The white and red candy cane striped turtleneck, the green leggings, and the red cotton knee skirt were typical of the older sister I love beyond my ability to express. White crew socks over leggings and a pair of red tennis sneakers brought it all together in true Zoe style. Ha ha, the jealousy on my end is quite real, but I love my sister!
Each of us sisters, by our placement in our family, had a color theme that we followed. The three oldest girls each were assigned the classic Christmas red, white, and green as their theme, and we younger sisters took blue as our gangster color, with the one little sister among us Joy's getting to dress however she wished. From fully gangster to modest piety to chains, we put our own little touches on the styles to make this a wintery, Christmas get-together for three sets of TUG-loving cousins who all hailed from southeastern Minnesota.
Blue zipties bound Zoe because of my blue outfit featuring a kerchief bandana and an ankle skirt, a pair of mainstays for me in my day-to-day style. The bright blue t-shirt and knee socks and the blue sneakers were also common sights on me, but they perfectly fit the icy chilly gangster vibe I and my fellow Joy's were looking to capture in our collective appearances. Oh, with so many of us in one place, I'll do my best to keep things rich and descriptive so no one gets short-changed.
"Welcome!" our cousin Joy Samantha greeted us when we entered Zoe's old bedroom.
"Hey, Zoe! Would you ask Aunt Susan to get off me?" Melody twisted to look at us because our mom was sitting on her back and sipping on a cup of hot tea, "She said she'll listen to you!"
"Mom, would you please get off cousin Mel?" I asked with a mischievous smile on my face.
"No," Mom smirked a little, "I said I might get off her if one of you two asked me nicely."
"Awwwwwww, Mom! Pretty please?" Zoe whined sweetly, "I'll let you pick out my gag if you won't sit on her! It's enough that Melody's tied to my bed, isn't it? Pleeeeeeeeasssssssssssse?"
Mom smiled. Melody squirmed underneath her in strong resistance of the bondage in which Joy Samantha had trapped her. It was a tough position reminiscent of one which Aunt Melissa loved to recall because she'd trapped Melody and Sam's mother in such a position many times. Melody had her wrists, forearms, and elbows tied behind her back with strong black ropes that contrasted her white turtleneck, red leggings, white kerchief bandana, and green ankle socks. Her legs were folded and bound in place with two ropes for a stringent frogtie that would keep her from being a nuisance for us. Ropes also ran from her knees and shoulders to the corners of the bed. Sam was really good at tying up people, and Melody was in one tight trap.
"OK, Zoe, but realize that Melody's socks are going to taste bad," Mom declared and stood up.
"What? No! Mom! Not Mel's socks!" Zoe instantly took a hop backwards into the wall, "No!"
"You actually drove here with Zoe ziptied like this?" Always in charge, Mom changed topics.
"Oh, no! I stopped at Aunt Melissa's and tied her up there," I laughed at the mere suggestion.
"Zoe," Mom put down her coffee and pulled Melody's socks off her feet, "We made a deal."
"Mom, no! Mel's socks are why my friends call it toe gouda and toe limburger," Zoe whined.
"I'm right here you know!" Melody protested the incessant insulting of her body, "I taste good!"
"Don't do this!" Zoe hopped into my waiting arms with a twinkle of eagerness in her big browns.
"Eat up, my child," Mom stuffed the socks into Zoe's mouth.
"Nmmmmmmmmm," my older sister made a face despite the bright approval in her eyes.
Using vet wrap allowed me to cleave gag Zoe, wrap gag her face, and blindfold her, and I went so far as to wrap her head completely except for her ponytail and nose! Each layer added to the smothering effect of the wrap, and slowly Zoe's eyes disappeared from view to prevent her from using her infamous puppy eyes to extract mercy from us. When I was done wrapping Zoe's face, I gave her a pair of SMACK! on the butt using my trusty paddle, making her yelp.
Zoe fought and squirmed against the blue plastic strips that securely bound her arms and legs in a tight, unforgiving manner. Seven of the narrow zips bound her arms together behind her back so her elbows were touching, and eleven of them bound her legs together. A trio of thick, long zips wrapped her body above and below her boobs and at her waist, pinning her arms, but these were classic clear because I didn't happen to have any such zips in any color! I put the kibosh on most of her resistance by zipping her ankles to the footboard of her bed.
"OK, whose socks are going in Mel's mouth," Sam asked me and Mom without a thought.
"A nice big ball gag instead," Melody tried to negotiate her own torment, but…
Sam ignored her big sister, "I think it should be yours or Zoe's because I have to go home after."
"Zoe!" I knelt down by my sister's feet, "Thank you for your donation to Melody's cause!"
"This is just getting worse and worse," Melody groaned, "Why do you I love you all again?"
"Because we're sweet and kind outside of TUGs," Sam cheerfully took the socks from me.
"All right," Melody opened her mouth with a wry smile, "After all, I'm the captive, right?"
Into Melody's mouth went Zoe's socks as an exchange between the two older sisters, although it should be noted that my own mother was an older sister as well. No one likes playing the role of instigator like that first generation of Henderson TUG girls as each of our mothers likes rousing a child to go and kidnap another person, whether it's Aunt Darlene pitting Melody against my own mother or my own mother pitting Zoe against me. We have fun and love one another in our cute, but strange, manner via rope and gags, and Melody demonstrated this when she squealed happily while Sam stuffed her mouth and wrapped her face in white vet wrap three times as a cleave gag and five times as a classic wrap gag.
"It's spanking and tickling time, isn't it, Joy?" I asked Sam with a big, childish smile on my face.
"Hell, yeah, it is. Trade?" Sam had a similar smile, "You don't get to torture Melody too often."
Both of the captives shook their heads. "Nmmmmmmm!"
"See how much your sisters love you!" Mom never was able to resist teasing a captive.
"Ha ha ha haaaaaa!" Melody laughed by brute force while my fingers tickled her bare feet. Love was an understatement because I did truly love my cousins and couldn't get enough of them. The truth was that none of us girls loved being tickled as much as Melody, and she was notorious as a captive for wiggling her feet until someone finally capitulated and fulfilled her desires. Melody's captivity always resulted in tickling if nothing else took place during the game.
Zoe just as boisterously laughed while Sam masterfully tickled her bare feet. All of us definitely were having fun even if in different manners. Dirty socks were cringeworthy to me, but I would be willing to dish them out as long as I knew my captive genuinely liked them. Zoe suffered so many things at my hands during our time as high schoolers, college students, and single women, and I am so grateful for her sisterly patience with me and my affinity for absolute domination.
"GMMMMM HMMM HMMM HMMMMM!" my sister hollered at the top of her lungs.
"HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!" Melody cackled with incomparable joy.
"And that's for you," Mom put a red Christmas bow over Zoe's gagged lips.
"Hmmmm?" My older sister blindly looked around.
"And this one's for you," Mom repeated the deed with a silver bow over Melody's lips.
"Awwww, Mom, they're cute!" I said with immature delight at the sight.
"Aunt Susan, you know how to take a scene from special to unforgettable!" Sam smiled brightly.
Who knew that this was going to be Sam's last Christmas on earth? At least we never took each other for granted, but even then I wish I'd spent more time with her than I already did because it was our only opportunity to create memories together. Standing there in Zoe's bedroom making memories we would cherish forever was worth it especially since it was so hard to find time for Melody to enjoy a game like this because of her addiction to procreation.
Now? Melody gets a thrill out of playing TUGs with her 17 year old daughter because she had her first when she was just 19 years old. Poor Melody never realized that she would soon lose the apple of her eye, her little sister. Never again would she be writing "To Joy, with warm love and hugs, from Melody" on a Christmas present. No one expects bereavement of this nature to occur at any point let alone to someone so young and so full of life.
But we made it special. We made it a day we couldn't forget. The image of Mom sticking bows on Zoe's and Melody's gagged lips was a sight that Sam and I would replay even after the game and that would be still replaying in our minds while we fell asleep with smiles on our faces. The truth is that the first generation—our parents—truly understood joy, and they did well in naming us as they did. They saw joy in us and bestowed us with that title, and we naturally assumed the beautiful role of being a source of joy to our older siblings. Tickle torture is just forced joy.
"Blugh!" Zoe complained about her dirty sock gag.
"Yuck!" Melody, like everyone, always complained when my socks were in her mouth.
"Ironic that the puker who can't handle socks makes the most rancid socks!" Samantha giggled.
"You're just jealous that I can avoid that punishment and you can't," I winked back at her.
"Now, be good sisters," Mom interrupted us, "Stop tickling your sisters and give them cookies."
Mom couldn't have said it better! There's no place like home, and there's nothing like feeding a captive a homemade cookie. That means this game came to a tasty, delicious, happy conclusion.
Merry Christmas!
