Re: The Bet: A lesson in overconfidence (FFFFF/M) (Part 15 “Musical Torment” now added)
Posted: Fri May 07, 2021 4:29 pm
Part 16: The Tights Hood
I stared through the stretched black tights at the blank wall in front of me. Deep inside the suitcase my fingers wriggled and searched for any possibility of escape. If I could reach the scarves that wrapped my wrists together, or perhaps the belt that secured me in the hogtie, then maybe I could loosen them. But unfortunately, all my fingers could find were the tips of the pink high heels still humiliatingly secured on my feet.
I poked and pushed at the heels hoping for some movement. But the only movement I could manage was to slightly rock my feet back and forth. The girls had cleverly packed the suitcase with cushions before they had zipped it up and as a result I was completely stuck in place.
'Maybe if I thrash about a bit I can dislodge some of these cushions' I thought to myself. It was difficult to think properly with the sound of the Spice Girls blasting through my ears.
I began rocking my tight covered head from left to right, forwards and backwards.
"Hrrrmmgggphhhhh" I groaned as I squirmed. If anyone was behind me in the kitchen, they'd have been laughing at the pathetic sight of my tight hooded head peaking out the top of the pink suitcase, wriggling about.
Inside the suitcase, I remained tightly packed in. Nothing had budged. Growing frustrated, I decided to give one final big thrash. I leaned my head to the left then quickly swung it to the right. The quick motion caused the suitcase to swivel. I had managed to successfully turn the suitcase 90 degrees clockwise.
Realising that I no longer had my back turned to the kitchen, I thought to myself:
'If I can do that again, I'll be facing the kitchen door. That way I'll know if anyone is in the kitchen and no one can sneak up behind me!'
It would be a small victory but it was all I had.
I prepared for another thrash. I leaned to the left then quickly swivelled my tight covered head clockwise. Again, the suitcase turned on the spot, this time bringing me to face the kitchen door.
"Mmrrgphhh!" I celebrated but abruptly stopped as I remembered my captors were only next door and that I might draw attention to myself.
I peered through the tights at the door fearing the appearance of one of the girls. But no one came. I had gotten away with it.
'Now what?' I thought as my optimism quickly disappeared. I had succeeded in turning the suitcase around but really my situation hadn't really changed.
As I settled back down into my predicament I suddenly realised something. A distinctly less unpleasant smell drew in through my nose. My eyes turned to look down towards the socks. They had moved off of my nose. I must have displaced them when I was thrashing my head.
I could still smell the combined stench of Sarah and Ashley's socks but it was significantly less now that they were no longer positioned tightly over my nostrils.
'If I can move the socks, maybe I could get the airpods to fall out too!' I thought as my optimism quickly returned.
'But then I risk accidently moving the socks back into place? What's worse? The Spice Girls or Sarah and Ashley's smelly socks...' I pondered.
'Sarah and Ashley's smelly socks!' I quickly decided.
Suddenly the kitchen door began to open. I squinted my eyes and peered through the tights to see who it was. The silhouette entered with their back turned and closed the door over. I prayed that it wasn't Sarah or Ashley as they'd surely punish me for my minor disobedience. The person slowly turned around to face me. It was Kate.
"Hrrrrmphhh!" I sighed in relief.
She looked shocked but at the same time as if she was holding back a burst of laughter. She obviously wasn't aware that Sarah and Ashley had used a pair of tights as a hood on me and this was her just finding out.
As she slowly approached her shocked expression turned to sympathetic, but still holding back laughter. She crouched down in front of me and inspected the hood.
Her mouth moved as she spoke through the laughter but I couldn't hear her over the Spice Girls.
"Mrrgphhh mrrgphh hmmphh" I tried to tell her as I turned my head to show the airpods hidden under the tights.
I turned my head back to see her still talking. I couldn't tell if she realised that I was unable to hear her.
She gently caressed her hands all over the hood, inspecting it in different places, turning my head from side to side, tilting it back and forth as she continued to talk.
"SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!" Blasted through my ears as I desperately tried to make Kate aware.
"Mrrgphhh crmmggphhh hrrmpphhhh ymmphhh" I continued to moan but Kate continued to talk.
"MRRGPHHH!" I groaned as the frustration grew.
Suddenly, she appeared concerned. I looked at her and frowned in confusion at why she was concerned.
"Hmmmrgphh?" I questioned.
This time, her concerned look turned to a disappointed expression. She slowly shook her head as she spoke.
"Mrrrgphhh?!" I asked again.
Her hands let go of the hood and reached towards my cheek. My eyes followed her hands. She pinched Sarah and Ashley's socks through the tights and began nudging them back towards my nose.
"Mrrrggphhhh!" I shook my head in protest. Her right hand grasped my head in place as her left hand continued to nudge the socks. Slowly the stench of the socks grew as they got closer to my nose. Finally, she repositioned the socks over my nose and pressed down on them ensuring they completely covered my nostrils.
Her left hand remained locked over my nose whilst her right hand let go and moved out of my eyesight. My head squirmed under the grip of her hand over my nose. The unfortunately familiar stench of Sarah and Ashley's sweat drenched socks re-invaded my nostrils.
Suddenly Kate's right hand returned into view. In her hand she clutched the other leg of the tights. She released my nose with her left hand and quickly wrapped the leg of the tights over my nose, pinning the socks firmly in place. She wrapped the leg around my head twice before knotting it at the back of my head. This time, there would be no way to displace the socks. They were staying on my nose for good.
"HRRRMMMGGGPHHHH!" I cried as Kate stood back up and admired my squirming hooded head. She flicked her eyebrow as she grinned before mouthing something. Once again, I had no idea what she said. I continued to wriggle and groan as Kate walked over to the fridge.
I watched from my cushion padded suitcase prison as Kate slowly poured out a glass of wine. The entire time, Kate continued to talk to me and I remained completely incapable of hearing her.
Once finished pouring, she placed the wine back in the fridge, grabbed her glass then made her way back over towards me. I tilted my head back and gazed up at her as she towered over me. Her free hand stroked the tights hood running from my forehead, down the side of my face then down to my chin. She grasped my chin and jerked my head to face her. Slowly she leaned down towards me. Her lips puckered, preparing for a kiss. She planted her lips onto the tights, right above where the fake lip tape gag lay secured over my actual lips. Her lips pressed hard into the tape gag as she pulled my face closer into hers.
Suddenly she recoiled in disgust.
Her lips moved as she spoke in slight horror at something. Her hand wafted in front of her nose. She pointed towards the socks that she had just secured over my nose and continued to speak.
"Mrrrpghhhh" I sighed, assuming she was reacting to the horrific stench of Sarah and Ashley's socks. Her face turned from horror to sympathy.
She slowly moved back in for another kiss, this time pecking the tights at my forehead.
She started to walk towards the kitchen door to leave. I could see her desperately rubbing at her nose, still repulsed by the stench of the socks. As she opened the door, she turned back around to face me and gave a gentle wave before blowing a kiss.
"Hrrrmphhh" I slumped as she walked into the living room, closing the door behind. My situation hadn't exactly worsened. I remained hogtied in the suitcase, gagged with 2 sweaty socks, hooded with tights, forced to inhale through 2 more sweaty socks, and subjected to continual audio torture in the form of the Spice Girls. Yet somehow I was significantly more frustrated than before.
To Be Continued...
I really appreciate the feedback on the last chapter and the response to the comment target! There are some great ideas that I'll be adding to the story in coming chapters.
Let me know what you thought of this chapter!
I stared through the stretched black tights at the blank wall in front of me. Deep inside the suitcase my fingers wriggled and searched for any possibility of escape. If I could reach the scarves that wrapped my wrists together, or perhaps the belt that secured me in the hogtie, then maybe I could loosen them. But unfortunately, all my fingers could find were the tips of the pink high heels still humiliatingly secured on my feet.
I poked and pushed at the heels hoping for some movement. But the only movement I could manage was to slightly rock my feet back and forth. The girls had cleverly packed the suitcase with cushions before they had zipped it up and as a result I was completely stuck in place.
'Maybe if I thrash about a bit I can dislodge some of these cushions' I thought to myself. It was difficult to think properly with the sound of the Spice Girls blasting through my ears.
I began rocking my tight covered head from left to right, forwards and backwards.
"Hrrrmmgggphhhhh" I groaned as I squirmed. If anyone was behind me in the kitchen, they'd have been laughing at the pathetic sight of my tight hooded head peaking out the top of the pink suitcase, wriggling about.
Inside the suitcase, I remained tightly packed in. Nothing had budged. Growing frustrated, I decided to give one final big thrash. I leaned my head to the left then quickly swung it to the right. The quick motion caused the suitcase to swivel. I had managed to successfully turn the suitcase 90 degrees clockwise.
Realising that I no longer had my back turned to the kitchen, I thought to myself:
'If I can do that again, I'll be facing the kitchen door. That way I'll know if anyone is in the kitchen and no one can sneak up behind me!'
It would be a small victory but it was all I had.
I prepared for another thrash. I leaned to the left then quickly swivelled my tight covered head clockwise. Again, the suitcase turned on the spot, this time bringing me to face the kitchen door.
"Mmrrgphhh!" I celebrated but abruptly stopped as I remembered my captors were only next door and that I might draw attention to myself.
I peered through the tights at the door fearing the appearance of one of the girls. But no one came. I had gotten away with it.
'Now what?' I thought as my optimism quickly disappeared. I had succeeded in turning the suitcase around but really my situation hadn't really changed.
As I settled back down into my predicament I suddenly realised something. A distinctly less unpleasant smell drew in through my nose. My eyes turned to look down towards the socks. They had moved off of my nose. I must have displaced them when I was thrashing my head.
I could still smell the combined stench of Sarah and Ashley's socks but it was significantly less now that they were no longer positioned tightly over my nostrils.
'If I can move the socks, maybe I could get the airpods to fall out too!' I thought as my optimism quickly returned.
'But then I risk accidently moving the socks back into place? What's worse? The Spice Girls or Sarah and Ashley's smelly socks...' I pondered.
'Sarah and Ashley's smelly socks!' I quickly decided.
Suddenly the kitchen door began to open. I squinted my eyes and peered through the tights to see who it was. The silhouette entered with their back turned and closed the door over. I prayed that it wasn't Sarah or Ashley as they'd surely punish me for my minor disobedience. The person slowly turned around to face me. It was Kate.
"Hrrrrmphhh!" I sighed in relief.
She looked shocked but at the same time as if she was holding back a burst of laughter. She obviously wasn't aware that Sarah and Ashley had used a pair of tights as a hood on me and this was her just finding out.
As she slowly approached her shocked expression turned to sympathetic, but still holding back laughter. She crouched down in front of me and inspected the hood.
Her mouth moved as she spoke through the laughter but I couldn't hear her over the Spice Girls.
"Mrrgphhh mrrgphh hmmphh" I tried to tell her as I turned my head to show the airpods hidden under the tights.
I turned my head back to see her still talking. I couldn't tell if she realised that I was unable to hear her.
She gently caressed her hands all over the hood, inspecting it in different places, turning my head from side to side, tilting it back and forth as she continued to talk.
"SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!" Blasted through my ears as I desperately tried to make Kate aware.
"Mrrgphhh crmmggphhh hrrmpphhhh ymmphhh" I continued to moan but Kate continued to talk.
"MRRGPHHH!" I groaned as the frustration grew.
Suddenly, she appeared concerned. I looked at her and frowned in confusion at why she was concerned.
"Hmmmrgphh?" I questioned.
This time, her concerned look turned to a disappointed expression. She slowly shook her head as she spoke.
"Mrrrgphhh?!" I asked again.
Her hands let go of the hood and reached towards my cheek. My eyes followed her hands. She pinched Sarah and Ashley's socks through the tights and began nudging them back towards my nose.
"Mrrrggphhhh!" I shook my head in protest. Her right hand grasped my head in place as her left hand continued to nudge the socks. Slowly the stench of the socks grew as they got closer to my nose. Finally, she repositioned the socks over my nose and pressed down on them ensuring they completely covered my nostrils.
Her left hand remained locked over my nose whilst her right hand let go and moved out of my eyesight. My head squirmed under the grip of her hand over my nose. The unfortunately familiar stench of Sarah and Ashley's sweat drenched socks re-invaded my nostrils.
Suddenly Kate's right hand returned into view. In her hand she clutched the other leg of the tights. She released my nose with her left hand and quickly wrapped the leg of the tights over my nose, pinning the socks firmly in place. She wrapped the leg around my head twice before knotting it at the back of my head. This time, there would be no way to displace the socks. They were staying on my nose for good.
"HRRRMMMGGGPHHHH!" I cried as Kate stood back up and admired my squirming hooded head. She flicked her eyebrow as she grinned before mouthing something. Once again, I had no idea what she said. I continued to wriggle and groan as Kate walked over to the fridge.
I watched from my cushion padded suitcase prison as Kate slowly poured out a glass of wine. The entire time, Kate continued to talk to me and I remained completely incapable of hearing her.
Once finished pouring, she placed the wine back in the fridge, grabbed her glass then made her way back over towards me. I tilted my head back and gazed up at her as she towered over me. Her free hand stroked the tights hood running from my forehead, down the side of my face then down to my chin. She grasped my chin and jerked my head to face her. Slowly she leaned down towards me. Her lips puckered, preparing for a kiss. She planted her lips onto the tights, right above where the fake lip tape gag lay secured over my actual lips. Her lips pressed hard into the tape gag as she pulled my face closer into hers.
Suddenly she recoiled in disgust.
Her lips moved as she spoke in slight horror at something. Her hand wafted in front of her nose. She pointed towards the socks that she had just secured over my nose and continued to speak.
"Mrrrpghhhh" I sighed, assuming she was reacting to the horrific stench of Sarah and Ashley's socks. Her face turned from horror to sympathy.
She slowly moved back in for another kiss, this time pecking the tights at my forehead.
She started to walk towards the kitchen door to leave. I could see her desperately rubbing at her nose, still repulsed by the stench of the socks. As she opened the door, she turned back around to face me and gave a gentle wave before blowing a kiss.
"Hrrrmphhh" I slumped as she walked into the living room, closing the door behind. My situation hadn't exactly worsened. I remained hogtied in the suitcase, gagged with 2 sweaty socks, hooded with tights, forced to inhale through 2 more sweaty socks, and subjected to continual audio torture in the form of the Spice Girls. Yet somehow I was significantly more frustrated than before.
To Be Continued...
I really appreciate the feedback on the last chapter and the response to the comment target! There are some great ideas that I'll be adding to the story in coming chapters.
Let me know what you thought of this chapter!