![]() ![]() I complained into my sock gag, but it was too muffled to hear. But I can’t just leave you here by yourself, you could fall off the bed! So I’m going to have to keep you in my closet!” Then she laughed and announced, “well, I DID promise you a makeover, but I need to go get my stuff from downstairs. In her “baby voice” she asked me, “how’s it goin’? Are my socks still yummy? Did my feet get sweaty? Poor baby” ![]() I let out a groan and she just laughed and said “deal with it”, which made me think she KNEW her feet stink, and just didn’t care.Īfter a few more minutes of that, she hopped off the bed (and me) and stood next to the bed and leaned her face close to mine, resting her face in her hands on the bed, watching me in mock sympathy. I tried to shake my face away from her toes, but she kept following my face with her feet, her red toenails constantly in my peripheral vision. Her feet were still pretty ripe from her work out. “How does it feel to be tied up by a GIRL” “I bet you wish you were nicer to me now, huh?” She played with my face with her toes while she teased me, Karol laid on my bound self her head on my rear, her legs draped over my shoulders. After 10 minutes or so, I was effectively immobilized. I laid in a subdued rage while Karol fastened rope around the rest of my body – my ankles and knees, she wrapped rope around my torso and waist, securing my arms down. I let out a groan which prompted Karol to laugh and ask “mmmm, they’re SO tasty, huh?” Bitch.Īfter a few seconds of futilely trying to force the sweaty socks out of my mouth, I realized they were there to stay and just accepted the disgusting taste in my mouth. I don’t wonder if the whole reason she worked out when she did was because she knew she would be tying me up. Safe to assume these had just come off of her feet and were the same ones she wore while she worked out. “Mmmm, there ya go! Enjoy chewing on THOSE!” and laughed. I tried disparately to push the socks against the tape while Karol squeezed my lower face and said: After 3 rounds, she ripped-off the tape and smoothed the end down. Karol lifted my head by my hair – getting a muffled shout from me – and then there was duct tape being wrapped around my mouth and head 3 times. Meanwhile, I heard duct tape being pulled off the roll. I shouted obscenities into the pillow that were completely muffled. She poked them in a little more with her finger, making sure they were completely inside my mouth, then pressed my face into her pillow. “Let mepphh!” was all I got out before her sweaty socks found their way into my mouth. I felt her move around on my back, then she held her balled-up neon yellow socks in front of my face. “I think it’s time to shut up” Karol said. “untie me BITCH!” I shouted, struggling in vein against the rope Karol just snickered and ignored me while finishing off the knot around my wrists – keeping them securely together and immobile. When I felt rope being looped around my wrists I started yelling, I began to pull back, but she already had them pinned to my lower back. Suddenly, I felt her grip intensify and she grabbed both of my forearms and brought them behind my back. ![]() She eventually worked her way up to my shoulders, then to my triceps. She then got on the bed, sat on my butt and began rubbing my back – which actually felt really good. “Now just relax” she said as she kicked-off her shoes next to the bed. I heard Karol walk in and walk over to me and set a pile of stuff at the foot of the bed. The whole thing felt kinda awkward, I almost felt like she was trying to make a move on me… and she was, just not the one I assumed.ġ0 minutes later I found myself ¾ asleep, thoroughly relaxed by the soft music, scents, and my overall fatigue. She told me she had relaxing music playing and scent-melts going in her room she told me to lay on the bed and relax and she’d be right up. She said she just had about 10 minutes of weights & stretching left to do, then she’d be ready. When I knocked on the door, Karol greeted me in spandex workout attire (she was looking good). I arrived the next day my brother worked until midnight, and her parents weren’t home, either. She told me to meet at her parent’s house tomorrow at 3pm. And that was true – I did enjoy a good massage. They still can get nails filed, eyebrows tweezed, and everyone loves a good massage”. Long-story short, she and I had a small falling-out one day so imagine my surprise a few days later when she said we were “good” and offered to give me a makeover to show there were no hurt feelings.īeing a guy, I asked the obvious question: “what would I need a makeover for?”. She is also a make-up fanatic & workout fanatic. My brother’s girlfriend, Karol, is a cute girl – about 5’9, early twenties, black hair, brown eyes, very tan and very in-shape. ![]()
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