"NO! PLEASE! Don't put those socks in my mouth! That's disgusting! GOD, PLEASE DON'T!!!" I panicked and yelled and began to thrash around. "There's no way I'm untying you," she said, shaking her head and moving in very close, "but I will keep you quiet! That's what these socks are for. "Amy, what are you doing? Untie me!!!" I said, almost yelling. "When I destroy this shirt later, believe me, it will be the least of what happens to you today." She fully unfolded the socks - they were both long black knee socks, and Amy came close to me. "Well, now I'm going to make you pay for that," Amy said, unfolding the socks. Amy then advanced to me and I saw she was carrying a neatly rolled up pair of black socks. I've tried to be sweet, but I've had it!" Amy said sharply. "You have been a total (a)hole to me for weeks, with all your lewd suggestions and sly comments. "You are so stupid," Amy said standing in the doorway. "Amy, what - what." I stuttered, feeling totally duped. "Oh, I found your shirt," she sneered, "maybe while I have you tied up later I'll make you watch me burn it! I hate this stupid shirt - it's just one more annoying part of your self-centered, annoying personality!" She looked annoyed and confidently amused, like she was laughing at me in a way. And wearing my beloved Hawaiian shirt over her sleeveless one - the one I'd lost months ago and she said she didn't know where it was. With a totally different look on her face. Nor could I believe it when she came downstairs. I agreed and laughed excitedly and couldn't believe this was happening. Makes me feel like I can do ANYTHING to you." She even had some champagne she swigged from the bottle - not enough, but it seemed to make her more "amorous". She bound my feet with duct tape and giggled the whole time. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fastened me to a chair with a belt around my chest. Amy had long brown hair and darkish skin and was very, very pretty. She wore a sleeveless T that showed how built she was with her green cargo pants and socks. She even said she thought it'd be fun if she could chase me down and catch me before tying me up - like she was capturing me and taking me prisoner.Īll I had on was a T-shirt and sweatpants. ![]() She told me she had a "big surprise" for me and I wouldn't be sorry. She tricked me into letting her tie me up with handcuffs and duct tape. She finally had it and decided I needed to be brought down a few pegs. We were still kind of friends, but for many reasons I was very obnoxious and arrogant with her, annoying her to no end. It's completely true.Ī couple years ago, when I was 20 or so, my ex-girlfriend Amy taught me a lesson I'll never forget.
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