To all those who have read up to this point:
I'm sorry that I haven't written anything in a while, but I've been busy between my vacation and my job. Also, when I do have the free time, I rarely have the privacy to write.
However, I have the place to myself for a week starting now, so expect some updates. I can't guarantee one every day, but I
will be updating.
Believe it.
Chapter Six
So there I was, tied up in my new friend's house wearing only my underwear, and I'm about to allow him to do pretty much whatever he wants to me. Some people would think that all of this was pretty weird. Well, it was. But a small part of me enjoyed it, and that's what made me determined to win our little wager.
"Okay, the clock starts now," Damien said. He paced around the room for about a minute, probably comtemplating what he could do to me that would make me protest.
"Let's start with the easy stuff," he said, as he began tickling me in various places - on my sides, my stomach, and my feet. I laughed a little bit, but didn't say a word.
"Is that the best you've got?" I asked him when he stopped.
"No," he said.
"I'll make you a deal," I said.
"Oh yeah, what kind of deal?"
"If you make me say stop, I'll do your punishment today and I'll do anything you want tomorrow. But if you fail, you have to do the punishment."
He thought about it for a moment, then said, "Deal!"
Damien went over to his laundry hamper and pulled out a pair of socks and a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. He asked, "Can you guess what I'm going to do next?"
"No," I said.
"Well, I'm going to put my dirty socks in your mouth, then put my underwear on your head. Oh, and I wore this pair of underwear for three days straight."
"Well, come on, then," I said.
He came over and stuffed the socks in my mouth, toe end first. They tasted horrible, but I didn't complain. Then he put the boxers over my face. They smelled really bad. I couldn't imagine what he had done for those three days to make them smell so bad.
Since the boxers were over my eyes, I couldn't see what Damien was doing. I imagined he was just standing in front of me, almost laughing at the sight of me. I guessed I looked pretty silly.
After what I judged to be a few minutes, he pulled the boxers off my head and the socks out of my mouth. Which was a good thing, by the way, since the smell of his underwear was starting to become unbearable.
"What next?" I asked him.
"Time's up," he said.
"So I won?"
"Looks like it," he replied.
"So what's the punishment?" I asked.
"The punishment is..."
To be continued.