I remember going out with my boyfriend in the specific area of Golden Wok in San Antonio, Texas to get some Dim Sum. He was not liking the dishes we ordered from the cart, so we left. When we arrived at my apartment, he ordered me to lay on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. So, I did, and he bound my hands with rope. I felt like I was handcuffed because I could not move them an inch. Rope was tied around my ankles. I was fully clothed, but he removed my shoes and socks and restrained my ankles. My ankles was tied to my wrists so I was effectively hogtied. Then he blindfolded me with a piece of cloth and gagged me with my own sock.
I was uncomfortable, but he was in control. Suddenly, I felt something wet being applied to my feet and it smelled like soy sauce. He coated me with that as form of punishment and then tickled my underarms which caused me to feel itchy. My laugh was inaudible to him, but I was giggling under the gag. My boyfriend then used a long stick to beat my feet until I cried, but it left no marks. Next, he lifted me up and carried me to my waterbed and left me there as he returned to his car to get something. When he left me, I tried to break out of the hogtie, and in some miraculous luck, I got my wrists free. As I started to untie my legs, I heard footsteps down the hall, and the famaliar voice.
To be Continued