Postby nibiruorr » Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:39 pm
First I'd make sure you were home alone, natch. When you've answered the door I'd use the old stand by; "need to use your phone it's urgent, my car's broken down" bit or some pretext like it. Nervously but a little flirtatiously you show me to the phone. I can't help but notice how uber-HOT you look wearing a T-shirt dressed in tight fitting jeans, and, best part of all, your barefoot dude...ooooouuuuiiiieeee! Yeah! That's so F"n" hot...I get so revved at the sight of you that I start entertaining ideas...you see where I'm going with this dude? Then I reach into my 49's jacket's pocket pretending I'm concealing a gun and say: "Ok dude...anybody else at home?" You reply: "No...just me...what do 'ya want?!" I order you to march to your bedroom. I then say: "Where do you keep your rope & duct tape?" You gladly volunteer the following info: "I keep 3 coils of cotton rope in my closet and there's some duct tape in the top drawer of my dresser." So I fetch those things while you anxiously watch and then I order you to lie down on your bed. You lie down flat on your back on the bed and watch titillated as I tie both your wrists to the corners of your bed. Then I proceed to tie both your bare ankles to either side of the bed spread eagle. Stepping back to admire my handiwork, I make sure your bonds are snug and secure. I kneel at the foot of your bed, my face in front of the tender soles of your smokin' hot bare feet caressing & stroking your feet with my fingers, tickling your tender bare soles. Holding my fingers up to my nose I then say: "OH DUDE...YOUR F**KIN' BARE FEET SMELL AWESOME!" At this point you say: "OH F**K NO DUDE...PLEASE DON'T TORTURE MY BARE FEET!" So then I take out one of your ripe-smelling sox you've had stuffed in your running shoes and stuff it all the way in your hot eager mouth puffing up your cheeks and pushing the tip of your nose as far up as it will go as your eyes widen with terror. And unspooling the duct tape I then take a strip and wrap it over your mouth covering and sealing your lips tightly shut winding the duct tape around your head six or seven times the tension pressing against your lips becoming almost unbearable each time around. Your terror-filled eyes follow my hands as I wrap the tape over your gagged mouth. You struggle to utter a sound but it only comes out muffled like: "GGGGGMMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!" To Be Cont. (That is...if you'd like to hear more dude!)