Postby Jay Feely » Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:55 pm
With me tied up, the girls could have their way with me. Danielle wanted to put make up on me, but it quickly was voted off because it was too girly for me. So, the girls had another plan to mess with me. They picked up the chair I was tied up, and despite my protest and cute remarks, they put the chair in the closet, and locked me in it. I tried to get myself free, but their restraints had made me stuck.
I had no idea how much time had passed. Then, the closet was unlocked, and they lifted my chair again and put it in front of the door. I was going to be publicity humuliated by people walking in. The doorbell rang, and other girls walked in and started to laugh at me in my position, and I was so embarrassed. Some girls took leverage in poking me in my belly button. I had to sit there and endure everything the girls wanted to do to me. Eventually, they got bored of poking me, and carried me again upstairs to their room. It was a famaliar environment, but this time, they had no intention of putting me back in the closet. Instead, they messed with my hands by touching them. I did not enjoy being touched on my hands because it was an uncomfortable feeling. They got out a bottle of lotion, and rubbed it on my hands, and let it sit there for a couple of minutes without wiping it off. My hands got extra attention that night because the girls thought that my small hands was cute and nice to play with.
I was never going to escape from the chair, as time passed. Soon, they left me with lotion remaining on my hands, and they had a smirk on their faces. Then, the unthinkable happened to me. The girls untied me from my chair, but based on their reaction, I was not going to get far. A girl guarded the door, and two girls took hold of my arms, while another put their hand over my mouth. They ordered me to perform humuliating tasks for them, and they promised to release me if I complete them, but if I tried to escape in any manner, they would tie me back to the chair and put make up all over my face, hands, and feet. I was angry, but it left me with no choice.
First, I had to do the chicken dance. I made the movements perfectly, and they were impressed at my dance skill. Next, they had me crawl on the floor on my hands and feet around the room like a little baby. That part was extra embarrassing for me. Then, they had me act like a puppet as they moved my limbs, hands and feet, and I had to relax and let them do that to me. After that, I was finally allowed to leave the room and get my freedom back.
The End
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.