Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:13 pm
Our second part of the bet was the same rules anyway. I got tied up with a whole roll of tape, and a couple of ropes. If I won I got to tie him, I lose, I sleep tied. Now grant it I am no mere mortal escaper, I am very profound in my escaping skills. I hoped he would learn that. Anyway I was told to put on the same clothes as last time. A black sweatshirt, jeans, and I put on some old white/black baseball socks. Kyle was wearing a blue sweatshirt, jeans, and white ankle socks.
He quickly went to work on putting some crew socks over my hands and tightly taping them to my arms so I could not slip the socks off. The precise thing that led to his downfall last time. This made me nervous. He led me to a computer chair a told me to sit down. He quickly zip-tied each hand to a seperate armrest to ensure I didnt change my mind.
"Alright I'm taping your mouth shut, so you dont break my concentration on winning, after I do that I'll cut the zip-ties and use the tape." Kyle said.
"Haha whatever," I said.
He went to my drawer and grabbed a hanes ankle sock and told me too open up. I did willingly and the sock was shoved in. The sock was actually pretty big and it made my cheeks bulge out as he pushed it all the way in.
"Nah, not big enough," he said and pulled it out.
"C'mon that was big en....Mmmppphhhhh was all I could finish. A Hanes crew sock got jammed into my mouth, the ankle sock was big enough but a crew sock? I thought. He jammed it all the way in and my cheeks bulged. Every inch of my mouth contained the cottony sock fibers. My hood was put up and duct tape was wrapped around my head from the bottom of my chin to the top of my nose.
"That'll do for now." He cut the zip-ties and began taping each individual hand to the armrests . From my fingers to my forearms he covered in duct tape. This continued for awhile, then my shoulders were wrapped to the chair. My waist and body wrapped tightly to the spinning computer chair. Fortunately he was wasting alot of tape.
He went down to my feet mocking my position and wrapped from my feet to my knees in duct tape, but none around the thighs.
He wrapped a bit more around my forearms, then began to use the rest of the tape to wrap my mouth. Under my chin, around my head, over my head. He went on to use the rest mummifying my head in a blanket of tape except for my nose.
I couldn't see or hear under my cocoon, but I heard him say you have one hour, time starts now, and the (escape?) begun.