Option A,
He would be my workout partner and we'd be getting back from the gym after a intense workout session. He falls asleep on the couch and I try and "prank" him, obviously failing miserably.
I'd be wearing a red cotton somewhat form fitting t shirt, black compression tights, black gym shorts, and black running ankle socks with neon green heel and toe. He be wearing a blue tank top with black with neon green piping compression tights, not ashamed to just rock the rights themselves, and neon green ankle socks under his size 13 Nike black and green trainers.
I would imagine he breaks free of his bonds fairly easily (not that I tried to hard

) and decides to exact his revenge on little me. He grabs me and puts me into a very strict hogtie. He ties my wrists, arms, and elbows behind my back before taking my shorts off and finishing with my thighs and ankles, each of which tied with layers of rope. He'd stuff both his sweaty neon green ankle socks in my mouth, making it bulge due to them both barely fitting. He then wraps metallic duct tape around my head several times before taking his sweaty gym shoe and taping it over my nose.
I'm forced to breathe in the aroma of his sneaker as he picks me up, putting me on to the foot rest of my couch. He then takes his fingers poking me to find all my ticklish spots. Once he's found all of them he melicously assaults them focusing between my toes and and on my thighs. I scream, laugh, and cry but the gag muffles almost all noise I make.
Finally he peels my socks off one at a time; they're dripping with sweat from our workout and the tickle session. He looks around my house for implements of torture and finds some baby oil and my wife's hair brush. He walks over to me as I get a glimpse of what he has procured. I struggle all I can and wimper uselessly as he wipes my feet down with the baby oil. He takes his finger one at a time and draws on my feet giving a slight but still annoying tickle. Finally, he takes the brush and digs into my feet giving no mercy to my screams. After what seems like over a hour he places me back on the floor to use as his "foot rest" until my wife comes home. As he places me down he notices my excitement and uses his foot every now and then just to tease me.
After what seems forever my wife finally arrives home. She walks in to find me tied and used by him and laughs accordingly. They make small talk as he ungags me, finally getting fresh air and the nasty taste of his socks out. As he goes to untie me my wife tells him that won't be necessary and proceeds to take off her pink and blue adidas trainers and mismatched green and blue cotton neon socks drenched in sweat from her workout and gags me the same way he did shoe and all. As he departs she continues to use me as her "foot rest" and tickles by oiled feet every so often as she watches her shows...
Would you rather...?
A-Be tied to a tree, in only underwear, in the forest just off the running path and your only hope is for someone jogging to notice and free you
B-Be tied in a dungeon, naked, with some random stranger by a Dom for a BDSM video and not know what is in store
or
C-Be tied and gagged in a closet at work all day with a detailed note explaining all your TUG secrets and the only person who can free you is the one you most despise and/or the last person you'd ever want to find out.
I love socks, feet, socks, spanking

, socks, tickling, socks, teasing, socks, of course bondage

, and did I mention SOCKS!!