## Me and Chrissy

Post by Tiedupgal22 » Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:46 pm

This is a story of me and my friend, Chrissy. It's a true story.
I won't describe myself, but I will describe Chrissy, She's 5'5 and about 100 pounds, so not the biggest. She often wears black dresses. With that out of the way, I shall tell the story.
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I sat on my phone, and minded my own buisness, as I figured I could leave Chrissy alone. Which, if I should learn anything, is never a good idea. Well, I hear her walk up to the couch, I look back, and she's holding a roll of duct tape.
“Wanna do the mouth trap challenge?” She would ask.
“Sure?” I would say.
At this point, I wasn't sure what it was. I would learn it though. Here's what she said.
“I place 6 strips of tape on your face, 4 over your mouth, and 2 under the chin, all have to be ear to ear.”
“Okay?” I said, and then asked, “The catch”
“If you can't get it off in 5 minutes, we get to play a little game.”
“Fine.” I say, pouting.
Soon after, the rips of duct tape would come out and she had six pieces ready. She would place the first one dirctly over my mouth, then the next one right on the bottom, and go down until my lower face was covered with 6 strips of tape. She would then tell me the real twist, “You can't use your hands, so wanna know what I'm gonna do?”
“What?”
“give me your hands, so that I can tape them behind you.”
“No!”
“Fine, then, you must have them taped to your legs.”
“I'd rather that.” Which was true. She would then yank my left arm, and put it on my right ankle, and wrap 3 layers around it tightly, before stopping. She did the same with my right, as it was, I assure you I wouldn't be able to use ny hands.
She started the clock, and I made little progress, and about 3 minutes in, gave up. She would untape my hands and ankles. She's then rip the gag off fast.
“Oww.” I'd say.
'Stop being such a baby, unless you want a lame gag.” I pouted, she knew my weakness.
She would bring me to my office chair, next to my computer, and say, “tell me, How many layers would shut you up?”
“I don't know, maybe 10 or 20.” I didn't think she'd take this literally.
She would place the lead on my cheek, and go around my head, on my hair, 10 times. I sure couldn't talk. She would then do what she knew I liked yet hated as it made me feel weak, she would taake out a roll of scotch tape. She would lift up my shirt to show my thin body, and wrap 5 layers around the chair, and me. Then, she did the true mean thing, and pushed the chair back to our stairs, which had a railing, and go around that and me and the chair 5 times. I would have objected, but I was silenced.
This was not our first game either, which is why I didn't fight back. Anyway, back to the story, with my secured to the chair, unable to get up, she went to work on my arms, in which I fought back as she did something truly mean in my opinion. She took my arm, placed it on the railing farthest away, and wrapped 15 scotch tape rounds on it to hold it in place, and they did the job.
By this point, I was picking at my gut binds with my free hand, which she didn't like.
“Stop picking at those binds, or things get worse for you.”
I kept picking, so she left for a second, and came back with the duct tape. She took the arm I was picking at the tape with, and crossed it over my shoulder and I was just flexible enough, my wrist touched the bottom of the stair railings, and she wrapped 5 layers of duct tape to hold my wrist there. I was truly helpless, but she wasn't done. Oh no.
My legs were free, and going back and forth, so she decided to stop that. She took the duct tape, and pushed both legs to the bottom of the chair, so that I was almost kneeling around the chair, and held them there with 1 arm, and used to other arm, to tape them in place with 5 layer s of tape.
I stayed like this for 30~ minutes, unable to move . It was fun. That's the end of this story.

### Re: Me and Chrissy

Post by gaggedrock29 » Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:58 pm

Sounds like a fun time