#Sock gag story skin#

Amy giggled again and tied one of the socks around my mouth - they were long and covered plenty of ground, filling my mouth. 'Your choice! You have 3 seconds to decide!' 100 percent! But if you don't stop squirming and screaming and start acting like a good boy, I'll take THESE socks off my feet and gag you with them!' she snapped, placing a foot in my lap so I could see her (clearly dirty) white socks. I thrashed around and she put draped them over my shoulder and then grabbed my head with her hands from behind, forcing me to look her in the eye behind me. Because with what I'm about to do to you, you WILL scream! That's why I need to gag you!'Īmy got up and moved behind me with the socks. Then she leveled me with this: 'That's where you're wrong, hon. I'll keep quiet! Please!'Īmy got a big slow grin on her face and then laughed. Just please don't put those socks in my mouth,' I begged. There's a lot I need to apologize for, OK? And I will. I was handcuffed and bound with belts and duct tape. Her coolness and control was devastating. Do you think this is helping you? You don't see I'm in control here?' Amy said with a little shake of her head and a grin. 'Look at you! You are still SO cocky for someone who's tied up and helpless. 'No! No! No! No!' I insisted, squirming and writhing some more while she remained on my lap. They haven't been on my feet for, like, 10 days!' 'Oh stop screaming like a baby!' Amy insisted, sitting on my lap with a 'I've got you now!' grin on her face. 'NO! PLEASE! Don't put those socks in my mouth! That's disgusting! GOD, PLEASE DON'T!!!' I panicked and yelled and began to thrash around. 'There's no way I'm untying you,' she said, shaking her head and moving in very close, 'but I will keep you quiet! That's what these socks are for. 'Amy, what are you doing? Untie me!!!' I said, almost yelling. 'When I destroy this shirt later, believe me, it will be the least of what happens to you today.' She fully unfolded the socks - they were both long black knee socks, and Amy came close to me. 'Well, now I'm going to make you pay for that,' Amy said, unfolding the socks. Amy then advanced to me and I saw she was carrying a neatly rolled up pair of black socks. I've tried to be sweet, but I've had it!' Amy said sharply. 'You have been a total (a)hole to me for weeks, with all your lewd suggestions and sly comments. 'You are so stupid,' Amy said standing in the doorway. 'Amy, what - what.' I stuttered, feeling totally duped. 'Oh, I found your shirt,' she sneered, 'maybe while I have you tied up later I'll make you watch me burn it! I hate this stupid shirt - it's just one more annoying part of your self-centered, annoying personality!' She looked annoyed and confidently amused, like she was laughing at me in a way. And wearing my beloved Hawaiian shirt over her sleeveless one - the one I'd lost months ago and she said she didn't know where it was. With a totally different look on her face. Nor could I believe it when she came downstairs. I agreed and laughed excitedly and couldn't believe this was happening.

Makes me feel like I can do ANYTHING to you.' She even had some champagne she swigged from the bottle - not enough, but it seemed to make her more 'amorous'. She bound my feet with duct tape and giggled the whole time.

She handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fastened me to a chair with a belt around my chest.

#Sock gag story skin#

Amy had long brown hair and darkish skin and was very, very pretty. She wore a sleeveless T that showed how built she was with her green cargo pants and socks. She even said she thought it'd be fun if she could chase me down and catch me before tying me up - like she was capturing me and taking me prisoner.Īll I had on was a T-shirt and sweatpants. She told me she had a 'big surprise' for me and I wouldn't be sorry. She tricked me into letting her tie me up with handcuffs and duct tape. She finally had it and decided I needed to be brought down a few pegs. We were still kind of friends, but for many reasons I was very obnoxious and arrogant with her, annoying her to no end. It's completely true.Ī couple years ago, when I was 20 or so, my ex-girlfriend Amy taught me a lesson I'll never forget.