Adam Part 4

When Monday came around I followed the usual routine. I went to the bathroom, made breakfast, changed into whatever outfit Dani laid out for me. Then she led me to the guest room where I was cuffed and bound with rope.
"Please don't gag me. I'm begging you please."
"Sorry but I can't have you making too much noise."
"I promise I'll be quiet. You don't have to gag me. I swear I won't make a peep."
"No arguing. This sock is going in your mouth whether you like it or not."

I reluctantly opened my mouth and let her cram her smelly gross sock in and gag me with duct tape. How long would this go on? I spent most days staring at my phone. She left it plugged in on top of the dresser at all times. I was waiting for my parents to call and invite me back home. But they never called. And I think she left it plugged in at all times to taunt me and remind me that they didn't want me back home.

I hated spending every weekday like this. Hours passed as I occasionally adjusted my position to try and get a little comfortable. Dani kept the radio on for me while she was out so I'd have something to listen to.

I heard a door open and figured it was her mother. I MMMPHED as loud as I could. I was hoping maybe she would show some mercy on me by untying me at least. But it was her sister who came in to borrow something.
"Hey loser" Megan said. "I need a pair of black tights for a dance I'm going to and Dani said I could borrow one of yours. I hope you don't mind too much." She went through the drawers where Dani had put all the clothes she bought for me until she found the pair she was looking for.
She gave my feet a brief tickle, took the tights, and left me bound and gagged until Dani got home later on.

I was untied and finally able to use the bathroom. Being tied up all day and unable to use the bathroom was sheer torture. I was forced to do her homework gagged with my feet cuffed to the legs of her desk chair. When I finished her reports and my gag finally came off I begged and pleaded with her like never before.
"Please Dani! You can't do this to me anymore! I'm begging you! Please! Just let me go! I can't stand to be bound or gagged another minute. I can't stand wearing these clothes anymore. Please let me go while I still have some dignity."
"It's funny you can't stand these clothes because it was my clothes that got you into this mess in the first place. But I'll tell you what. You can call or text your parents and if they say you can come home then you're free. Otherwise you'll do as I say for as long as you stay here."

I text my parents and asked them if I could come back and they said no way.
"So what's it going to be?" Dani asked. "Out on the streets or do you want to say here and do what I tell you?"
I looked down at my dress, my painted nails, hosed feet. I looked totally ridiculous. But this was the only place I could stay. I had no money for food or a hotel. No other friends I could stay with. At least here I had food, a bed, a roof over my head.
I sighed and accepted that she was in complete control of me.

Weeks and months passed as I continued to obey her commands. I would rub her feet on the daily basis, paint her nails when needed, do her manicures and pedicures, clip her nails for her. I cooked and cleaned and did her homework.
When her friends came over I would rub their feet or I would be tied up and have to endure their tickle torture.

Six months after I moved in with Dani. I was slaving over a hot stove in a bra stuffed with padding, silk panties, a red velvet dress, and brown pantyhose. I was gagged with tape and a worn sock that belonged to Dani's sister Megan.
"After dinner I'm going to have to tie you up in the guest room again. I have company."
"Mmmmphhhh!" I groaned.
"Don't worry my friends aren't sleeping over or coming to see you. It's just Jessica and a few guys from our school."

She tied and gagged me securely in the guest bedroom and went on with her night. I could hear everything through the walls. I could hear them laughing and talking. I could hear the boys flirting with Dani and her friend Jessica and them flirting back too. But I couldn't do a thing about it. I felt so helpless.

I always liked her but I know she never felt the same way. Imagine being bound and gagged. Unable to move or speak. Being forced to listen to someone you like flirt with other men. It was torture. I could hear her laughing and having a good time but I couldn't join in with them at all. I was stuck in that room with that terrible tasting gag and my hands cuffed and feet tied tightly together. No escape.

Hours passed and I had to go to the bathroom so I rolled one side of the bed and tapped the wall with my bound feet hoping she would hear. She made an excuse about how it was probably her sister and went to go check. She unlocked the door and poked her head inside.
"What is it?"
"Mmph! Mmmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!!!" I was motioning with my head towards my privates so she would know I had to use the bathroom badly.
"I can't untie you now. One of my friends might see you. And I know you don't want that. You'll just have to hold it until they're gone."
I sobbed into my gag. I couldn't believe my friend was being so cruel to me.
To be continued

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