Janie Patterson flopped on her own couch for the first time in months. She was ready for a day of fun with her best friend, Amanda, as evinced by her smile. Blue trainers, a matching t-shirt, and a white headband were her outfit of choice for the day.
The moment was made better because her sister was lying next to her on another piece of the large sectional sofa that graced their living room. Lauren had on orange trainers and a bright teal t-shirt with an orange headband and her hair in a bun, the colors of her favorite baseball team. In addition, Lauren wore a knotted white handkerchief in her mouth!
Yes, Janie had tied up Lauren, who was, in fact, bound at her wrists, elbows, thighs, and ankles with ropes above and below her breasts pinning her arms down. The handkerchief nicely held a sock in Lauren's mouth, rendering her speech unintelligible. It allowed Janie to do alllllllll the talking, and we know Janie loves to talllllkkkkkk.
Joyce, too, had been victimized, but by Trent. His tie was very simple with just ropes binding Joyce's crossed ankles and crossed wrists with a simple breast harness and a hogtie. She was gagged with a sock and strip of microfoam tape. She squirmed in her beige shorts and red blouse.
Trent was also there, playing with his phone and just laughing as Janie went on and on. Fortunately, a knock on the door interrupted Janie. Janie was pleased to see Amanda at the door. Amanda stood in jean shorts and a black tank top.
"Janie, I wanted to share something with you and thought it'd be more fun in person!"
"Well, come in!"
"Janie, I've been thinking way ahead lately to when Trent and I finally decide get married."
"He'll officialize it sooner or later," Amanda rolled her eyes.
"You already did!"
"We're 'engaged to get engaged.'"
"Oh, you stop! Anyway, I was..."
"You was what?"
"Out with it. The suspense is killing me!"
"I'm trying, but."
"But what? You keepmph!"
"There!" Trent said, having grabbed and hand gagged Janie.
"Anyway, I was thinking of children and how cute certain things will be!"
"Children? That's a bit ahead!" Janie said, "Perhaps you shoumph!"
"She talks too mu-OW! She bit me!"
"I'll shut up now. Continue."
"I was thinking of names for children, like Cassidy."
"Quit raining on my parade! It's our's to worry about, not yours!"
"Someone's on cycle day!"
"Anyway, I giggled at the thought of 'Aunt Janie and Lauren' or 'Auntie Janie and Lauren.'"
"What's funny about... Wait a minute... 'Aunt Janie'?"
"Hmph?!" Lauren questioned.
"Amanda, what are you getting at?" Janie pressed.
"Nothing... just thinking."
"Amanda, what are you hiding?!" Trent demanded.
"Listen, lover boy, the sex in Minnesota was great, but I'm trying to break how great without saying, 'Shotgun wedding'!"
"WUHUHHLLLL [What the hell]?" Lauren screamed.
"Oh, hell, no!" Trent slapped his forehead in despair.
"You got knocked up in Minnesota?!" Janie yelled.
"Oh, God! My first niece slash nephew is going to have a sticker that says 'Made in Minnesota' instead of 'Made in Florida'!"
"Janie, you're not mad?!"
"Mad? Me? No! I'M F***ING OUTRAGED AND TRYING NOT TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!"
"Yikes! Calm down!!"
"Calm down?! Calm DOWN?! How the hell can I calm down when you let yourself get humped into a baby before marriage!"
"You're one to talk, Miss Devereaux!" Trent retorted.
"I'm careful what time of month I do it!"
"Oh, big fat hairy deal! I oNly hAvE sEX oN ThuRSdAys!" Trent mocked.
"Shut your trap, you masher."
"I learned from the master seductress."
"Stop it, both of you!"
"You stop it, tramp!"
"You've had sex with more different guys than we have total times!"
"That's avoi... a... a very good point..."
"Face it, Janie, it's amazing that you haven't been pregnant multiple times considering you've been sleeping around for years."
"True... I am slutty. Me, Miss Pro Life herself, procreating herself into a pickle because I would never abort. You wouldn't, would you?!"
"Janie, I would never! I got you into all that in the first place!"
"Are you certain?"
"I bought a test strip."
"Those are useless. I would have had to drop out of college if those things were accurate."
"Hmph?!" both Joyce and Lauren asked in horror.
"Yes, I have been around THAT much!"
"Well, then what?"
"Get a real check from a real doctor."
"I should... just in case. PSYCH!"
"I made it all up!"
"Well aren't you a sneak! You had me there!"
"I really came over to ask if you wanted to throw the old softball around."
"Sure, but first...," Janie went away and came back with her back of doom, "I think you need a little time with me first."
"Have a seat," Janie pushed Amanda onto the sofa.
"I think I ought to be going now, Janie!"
"Nonsense!" Janie said, swiftly binding Amanda's wrists in a boxtie.
"Well, you kind of roped me into it," she deadpanned back.
Amanda found her ankles, knees, and thighs bound in addition to a nice tight breast harness.
"I think I'm staying a while longer."
"I think so!" Janie jammed a sock into Amanda's mouth.
"Mph!" she groaned as a knotted gray bandana held it in.
"Nice and quiet!"
"Mmmmmhhhmmmm!" was all that came after the strip of microfoam tape.
"Now, just for funsies!" Janie added a blue bandana blindfold to boot and a hogtie.
"B¡+©#!" came from the gag.
"Yes, I am that!"
Trent was laughing at the entire thing. He was laughing so much that he wasn't ready for Janie to jump him. Before he knew it, he was tied up just like Joyce was. Janie had them all to herself, captive, at just 9:30 AM.
Janie talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked...
Meanwhile, in Minnesota, Joy was the victim of a simple TUG moment. She was tied up in as basic of a manner as possible, with her wrists bound by a yellow bandana, her ankles by purple, her thighs by brown, and a pink bandana cleave gag in her mouth. These were in tandem with her pink skirt, purple blouse, and brown kerchief bandana.
Naturally, Jenny was the only person available to make such a capture. Jenny was her typical self with red trainers, a brown tank top, and a solid pink bandana headband. Jenny held a huge grin on her face because this seemed so cheesy, but it was all for funsies. Jenny and Joy had decided to make this Jenny's intro for Philip by having a harmless "Oops I got mad and tied her up" to put on Facebook regular with the line "Phil, what do I do?"
"Thee ied ee up [She tied me up]!" Joy said into the camera.
Jenny shot a brief video of Joy laughing and struggling against her bonds. Both girls got a huge kick out of this. This tie was ridiculous. After filming, Jenny upped it a notch.
All bonds were replaced by rope, and wrist bonds, elbow bonds, a breast harness, and a waist rope were added. The gag remained unchanged except for two strips of red duct tape, and a new film was shot. Both were sent to their private FB group for posterity.
"ee ie ee uh [She tied me up]!" she said again for this film but more restricted by her upgraded gag.
They had a laugh and an awesome moment of friendship.
In Wisconsin, Bridget was enjoying her last day before she went back to Minnesota for the summer term required by her program. At the moment, she was, for once, not tied up! She had done all the tying this time!
Instead, she had tied up both of her sisters. Yes, even Erin was still in college as she strove toward her doctoral degree. Kristina was tied to an armchair, and Erin was on the floor. Kristina had a navy blue skirt and a white blouse with her blondish brownish hair in a long braid. Her hair, braided, came down to just above her waist. Erin wore black jeans and a pink button up shirt with her brown hair (which came halfway down her back) held by a white headband.
Kristina was tied TO THE chair. Her arms were tied to the arms and back as her wrists were roped and her elbows and shoulders were held by two brown and two pink bandanas. Her ankles and knees were roped to the legs. Belts at her waist and chest further pinned her. A sock and a black bandana silenced her well enough.
Erin, on the other hand, had it rough. She was bound at her wrists, below th
her elbows, above the elbows, at her ankles, at her shins, below her knees, above her knees, and below her hips. In addition, she had a total breast harness and a waist rope. A sock, a knotted blue bandana cleave gag, and a purple bandana OTM gag muffled her speech.
Bridget also had a long navy blue skirt (a purposely purchased match to Kristina's), a matching brighter blue short-sleeve flannel shirt, her shoulder length hair in a braid and white headband, and a pale blue bandana mask. She felt like a desperado version of Annie Oakley. Maybe she was.
"Thanks for the money and hostages Marshal Dillon," she said as she gazed at her victims.
Bridget sat on the sofa and took a tight hold of her older captive while they watched the other squirm. This was sisterhood at its finest.
Meanwhile, Nichole and Chris sat out looking at Lake Michigan. The beauty of the sight amazed her. No bondage was needed here to have a special as she held his arm and leaned on him. Nichole gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. She pulled his arm a little.
"Let's go jet skiing!"
"I thought you wanted to check out the downtown!"
"I do, but today is better for jet skiing!"
"Let's get ourselves together then."
Nichole shamelessly changed into her navy blue swimsuit in front of him. She realized what she had done and then connected it. She could never have done this or most anything else she did in front of her brothers. This realization made her see how special this relationship was.
She was as madly in love with him as she was the day she first knew it was meant to be. And he with her. Together, they walked down to the dock and pulled out the jet skis. What a day awaited them!
Alas, but Johanna wasn't alone after all. She couldn't be while being tied up as well as she was. She was bound at her knees, thighs, ankles, feet, elbows, and wrists with a breast harness while being suspended upside down from a rafter. A blue ball threaded with a handkerchief silenced her as the clock ticked toward the end of its 30 minute countdown of her suspension.
She had visited her friend Zoe Fredricks, and it was a good decision. She was having one of the most exhilarating TUGs of her life. She enjoyed most any TUG that didn't involve sexual acts.
Life is good with friends around.
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