A Simple Apology (F/M) Complete
Posted: Fri May 01, 2020 1:10 am
My girlfriend’s older sister and I have an interesting relationship. We get along just fine, at board game nights we casually argue and compete with each other. She is easily annoyed and I like annoying people. Whenever we’re in each others company I usually make sarcastic quips that annoy her and it always amuses the rest of our company. Occasionally she’ll attempt to wind me up but I’m smart enough to turn it back on her most of the time. I guess the point is I’m pretty good at playfully annoying her but I’ve only ever done it when we’ve been with other people. I’ve never been alone with her. Until this happened.
It was a summer Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend was about to start an 8 hour late shift after which she was planning on meeting some friends for some after work drinks and maybe hit up some clubs. Since she was working all afternoon and evening she had asked me to go to her sister’s house and retrieve a pair of high heels that she was planning on wearing that night. Then she wanted me to drop them off at her work. She had let her sister borrow the heels for a girls night the night before. They did that quite often, loaning each other clothes. Although normally it would end up in an argument about how the borrower returned the clothes dirty or stained in some way.
Anyway, my girlfriend had asked me to visit her sister Maddison and pick up the heels. “Fine” I thought. Should only take 15 minutes to pick them up and drop them off at her work. I hopped in the car and drove to her house. When I arrived I got out the car and knocked on her door. “Cmon in” I heard her shout so I opened the door and went inside.
She came into the hallway. “Hiya” she greeted me. She was tall, just under 6 feet I’d say, with long dark brown hair. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt, black leggings and white fuzzy slippers. The kind that you slid your foot in and exposed her toes at the front. She was definitely dressed less glamorously than she was the night before for her “gals night”. Having seen her Snapchat story I knew she’d been out to a nightclub.
We exchanged the usual pleasantries of “how are you?” “Yeah not bad, yourself?” etc. “Are you up to much today?” I asked her. “Not really, just house cleaning.” She moaned. I could tell she was slightly annoyed at the thought of spending a day doing that. “Ugh that sucks” I sympathised. Knowing that she was slightly annoyed increased my urge to say something to annoy her. I don’t know why but it was always fun to do, to see her reaction.
“I’ll go get the heels for you” she said as she walked up the stairs. She was scuffing her slippers along the wooden floor as she walked.
After a few minutes passed she returned back down the stairs, still dragging her slippers, clutching the straps of the heels causing them to dangle below her fist. They were silver open heels with straps up the foot, ending with a buckle at the ankles. She handed them over to me. Now that they were in my hands I noticed the smell of them. Very strong scent of smelly feet. I was aware that Maddison had quite smelly feet after my girlfriend once complained about it to me. It was one of these things that ever since my girlfriend pointed it out, any time I’m in the company of Maddison and I’m sitting near her I notice the smell. I had found my opportunity to annoy her.
“I take it you were dancing a lot last night then?” I asked with a smirk on my face. “What makes you say that?” She replied in a confused tone. I was quite excited about delivering my annoyance. “Oh it’s just these heels. They smell quite bad.”
I watched as her facial expression changed from confused to annoyed. I decided to go for another. “Have you got smelly feet Maddison?” I continued. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ugh. Shut up!” She retorted. That gave me satisfaction, it was confirmation that my attempts to annoy her had worked. I turned to face the door and went to open it.
“Oh wait” Maddison said before I could open the door. “I think there’s some more clothes that I’ve borrowed upstairs. She’ll probably want them back too so you might as well take them as well.”
“Ok, why don’t you go grab them.” I responded.
“Uhm well I’m not quite sure which ones are hers. I’ve borrowed some things from the gals so maybe you should take a look?” She told me.
“Ok, makes sense. Where are they?” I agreed.
“They’re upstairs in my room, follow me I’ll show you.” She said as she led me upstairs. She continued to scuff her slippers on the wooden floor.
We headed upstairs and got to her room. She pointed over to a large pile of clothes. I walked over and began searching through the pile for clothes that belonged to my girlfriend as Maddison stood behind me. Out of nowhere she pounced. She shoved my back, pushing me into the large pile of clothes. I threw my hands up to stop the fall as I plunged into the mound, wondering if this was her poor attempt at getting me back. Suddenly I felt her knee rest on my back, pushing me further down into the clothes. She grasped both of my wrists and dragged my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists over and pinning them together with her left hand. With her right hand she rummaged through the clothing pile, pulling out a pair of long black leggings. Her knee was still poking into my back, keeping me pinned. I decided not to struggle, I’d let her do whatever she was going to do because usually I’d outsmart her anyway. That was a mistake. She had obviously learned that I could outsmart her, but not outmuscle her.
She took the leggings and placed my wrists into the crotch part of them and began wrapping both legs in opposite directions around my wrists. She managed to wrap each leg around both my wrists about 4 times. After that she still had some length left on each leg as she had been stretching them as she wrapped. She wound both legs, again in alternate directions, around the whole tie, passing between my hands. This formed a tight tie round both wrists which was tightly cinched off in the middle.
Once she was finished tying my hands she stuck her hand back into the pile and drew out a second pair of leggings. She repeated the tie on top of the existing tie. Once she was done wrapping she yanked on both ends to tighten it. My wrists were squeezed tightly together. She knotted off the second tie sealing my hands together, palm to palm.
She grabbed my wrists and pulled me back up onto my feet. “Is this about the smelly feet thing? It was only a joke Maddison!” I pleaded. “Yeah? Well so is this!” She said as she searched the pile a third time. This time her hand emerged holding a long thick pink wool scarf. “I borrowed this from Kayleigh” she said as she held it up (Kayleigh was one of the ‘gals’).
She placed the scarf on the bed and went into the pile for a fourth time. This time she yanked out a pair of black shin high socks. “These? Well these are mines” she smiled as she began rolling them together into a ball. “In fact” she paused and sniffed them, recoiling in disgust. “These were yesterday’s work socks!” She said as she wafted her hand in front of her noes implying the unpleasant smell from them. “If you agree that your feet smell then why are you so mad?” I said. Another mistake.
She took the balled up sock in her hand and held it close to my face. “Open up!” She said. I complied. “Good!” She said as she stuffed them into my mouth. “Mmmm, I wasn’t sure I would fit 2 in that mouth of yours, then again... you have got a big mouth!”
Once they were in she picked up the pink scarf and began wrapping it around my mouth. “Don’t want you spitting them out do we? Nooo. We want you to taste every last drop of my ‘smelly’ feet” she taunted as she tightened and knotted the scarf.
She moved me to the side of her bed room and grabbed her silver fuzzy bed duvet. She then laid it out flat on the floor and instructed me to lie at the edge of it. I lay down on it with both my head and feet extending beyond it at either side. “Perfect!” She smiled as she began to role the duvet with me in it. As I spun round with each roll I could hear her slipper’d feet dragging along the carpet, occasionally kicking the duvet. Once she had rolled me up tight in the duvet she grabbed a bunch of belts from the clothing pile. She wrapped a belt around the duvet about waist height on me and pulled it tight. She added another about knee height and also strapped it tight. Then she took a third belt and wrapped it around my feet. She yanked it tight bringing my legs tight together. She tightened it as hard as she could then buckled it, securing my feet together.
“Mmmph” I moaned as she secured the third belt.
“Did I hurt your feet? Well at least they don’t smell! Like mine do apparently” She said angrily.
She lifted me up and rotated me round so that I was lying on my stomach. She made her way round to my face, standing very close to me, positioning her slipper’s below my face. She began wiggling her toes. “To answer your question; yes. I was dancing a lot last night! Can you tell? Are my feet smelly?” She laughed as she wriggled her toes up to touch my nose.
She drew her left foot out of her slipper, leaving the slipper lying below my face. She placed her foot on the back of my head and pressed it down forcing my nose into her slipper. “Do my slippers smell too? Can you smell my feet from them?” She smiled.
“Mmmmpphhh” I replied. You could smell her feet from the slippers. Quite strongly.
“Anyway, I’ve got a lot of housework to do” she said as she slid her foot back into her slipper. She hoisted me up and forced me to hop over to the bottom of her bed. She pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me into a seated position with my back up against the bottom bedposts. She grabbed another belt and wrapped it around the duvet again at waist level. This time she secured it to the bed post, locking me in that seated position. “Before I get back to my cleaning I’ve got one more thing to add” she said excitedly as she skipped out the room. In her absence I decided to test my bonds. I wriggled but I was pinned tightly to the bedpost. I could barely wriggle to either side. My hands were still expertly tied behind my back, now tightly pinned against my body by the thick duvet that encased me from shoulder to ankle. From my seated position I could just see the tips of my feet over the duvet. I wiggled them but they couldn’t budge. The tightness of the duvet around my legs combined with the belt strapped round my legs stopped me from wiggling my feet. I tested my gag. “Mmmmmph” was the best I could do. The 2 socks packed inside my mouth had separated and filled out my cheeks. The taste was as bad as the smell, maybe worse. It was a dry, sweaty taste. Maddison had definitely worked a full day in those socks.
It looked like Maddison had finally found a way to deal with my sarcastic quips and general annoyance. I couldn’t be sarcastic and annoying if I was tied up and gagged. I was the expert in annoying her, but she was the expert in tying me up and gagging me.
After a few minutes of wriggling and testing my bonds I concluded that I wasn’t escaping. Maddison returned carrying the high heels that I had been sent round to her house to collect. “I looked good in these last night!” She smiled as she dangled them in front of my face. I looked up at her as she crouched next to me. She reached into the clothing pile, removing another pair of leggings. She placed one of the heels on the floor next to me. She took the one she was still holding and placed it upside down against my face. She positioned it so that my nose was pressed right into the toe part of the sole. Then she took the leggings and wrapped the crotch part around the heel, wrapping the legs around my face and the heel several times. She finished by knotting the leggings in front of my face, behind the heel. As she dragged the legs tight to seal the knot the tie tightened around my head, pulling the heel closer to my face. My nose was now fully submerged in the smell of her feet.
“Do they still smell bad?” She taunted as she wiggled the heel part of the shoe causing my face to wiggle along with it.
“Mmph” I replied in a defeated tone which brought visible delight to her face.
“Ok well I best get back to my house work.” She said as she stood up. She pulled out her phone from the waistband of her leggings and began tapping on the screen. “How does this sound?” She said as she turned her phone to show me the screen. She had set a timer for 3 hours. “3 hours!” I thought. “Mmmph!” I protested as I shook my head furiously.
“Ok ok!” She said as she spun the phone back round and tapped the screen again. “How about that?” She said showing me the phone again. 4 hours the timer was now set to. I glanced over the phone at her face as she smiled sinisterly. “Mmph hmm” I nodded in agreement realising the more I protested the longer it would be.
“Excellent, 4 hours gives me enough time to get through this big pile of clothes that need washed!” She said as she lifted up the remains of the clothing pile. “These haven’t been washed yet, some of them are a little smelly! As you’ll know yourself” she taunted. “Mmph hmm” I agreed again.
“I might not wash all of them though” she said as she pulled out a second pair of black ankle high socks. She inspected them for a moment, then slid her feet out of her slippers. She pulled the socks on over her feet then slid her feet back into the slippers, smiling the whole time.
“See you in 4 hours! Have fun!” She smiled as she left the room, glancing back to admire her excellent tying. The scuffing sound of her slippers dragging across the carpet faded as she made her way down the stairs.
To be continued.
It was a summer Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend was about to start an 8 hour late shift after which she was planning on meeting some friends for some after work drinks and maybe hit up some clubs. Since she was working all afternoon and evening she had asked me to go to her sister’s house and retrieve a pair of high heels that she was planning on wearing that night. Then she wanted me to drop them off at her work. She had let her sister borrow the heels for a girls night the night before. They did that quite often, loaning each other clothes. Although normally it would end up in an argument about how the borrower returned the clothes dirty or stained in some way.
Anyway, my girlfriend had asked me to visit her sister Maddison and pick up the heels. “Fine” I thought. Should only take 15 minutes to pick them up and drop them off at her work. I hopped in the car and drove to her house. When I arrived I got out the car and knocked on her door. “Cmon in” I heard her shout so I opened the door and went inside.
She came into the hallway. “Hiya” she greeted me. She was tall, just under 6 feet I’d say, with long dark brown hair. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt, black leggings and white fuzzy slippers. The kind that you slid your foot in and exposed her toes at the front. She was definitely dressed less glamorously than she was the night before for her “gals night”. Having seen her Snapchat story I knew she’d been out to a nightclub.
We exchanged the usual pleasantries of “how are you?” “Yeah not bad, yourself?” etc. “Are you up to much today?” I asked her. “Not really, just house cleaning.” She moaned. I could tell she was slightly annoyed at the thought of spending a day doing that. “Ugh that sucks” I sympathised. Knowing that she was slightly annoyed increased my urge to say something to annoy her. I don’t know why but it was always fun to do, to see her reaction.
“I’ll go get the heels for you” she said as she walked up the stairs. She was scuffing her slippers along the wooden floor as she walked.
After a few minutes passed she returned back down the stairs, still dragging her slippers, clutching the straps of the heels causing them to dangle below her fist. They were silver open heels with straps up the foot, ending with a buckle at the ankles. She handed them over to me. Now that they were in my hands I noticed the smell of them. Very strong scent of smelly feet. I was aware that Maddison had quite smelly feet after my girlfriend once complained about it to me. It was one of these things that ever since my girlfriend pointed it out, any time I’m in the company of Maddison and I’m sitting near her I notice the smell. I had found my opportunity to annoy her.
“I take it you were dancing a lot last night then?” I asked with a smirk on my face. “What makes you say that?” She replied in a confused tone. I was quite excited about delivering my annoyance. “Oh it’s just these heels. They smell quite bad.”
I watched as her facial expression changed from confused to annoyed. I decided to go for another. “Have you got smelly feet Maddison?” I continued. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ugh. Shut up!” She retorted. That gave me satisfaction, it was confirmation that my attempts to annoy her had worked. I turned to face the door and went to open it.
“Oh wait” Maddison said before I could open the door. “I think there’s some more clothes that I’ve borrowed upstairs. She’ll probably want them back too so you might as well take them as well.”
“Ok, why don’t you go grab them.” I responded.
“Uhm well I’m not quite sure which ones are hers. I’ve borrowed some things from the gals so maybe you should take a look?” She told me.
“Ok, makes sense. Where are they?” I agreed.
“They’re upstairs in my room, follow me I’ll show you.” She said as she led me upstairs. She continued to scuff her slippers on the wooden floor.
We headed upstairs and got to her room. She pointed over to a large pile of clothes. I walked over and began searching through the pile for clothes that belonged to my girlfriend as Maddison stood behind me. Out of nowhere she pounced. She shoved my back, pushing me into the large pile of clothes. I threw my hands up to stop the fall as I plunged into the mound, wondering if this was her poor attempt at getting me back. Suddenly I felt her knee rest on my back, pushing me further down into the clothes. She grasped both of my wrists and dragged my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists over and pinning them together with her left hand. With her right hand she rummaged through the clothing pile, pulling out a pair of long black leggings. Her knee was still poking into my back, keeping me pinned. I decided not to struggle, I’d let her do whatever she was going to do because usually I’d outsmart her anyway. That was a mistake. She had obviously learned that I could outsmart her, but not outmuscle her.
She took the leggings and placed my wrists into the crotch part of them and began wrapping both legs in opposite directions around my wrists. She managed to wrap each leg around both my wrists about 4 times. After that she still had some length left on each leg as she had been stretching them as she wrapped. She wound both legs, again in alternate directions, around the whole tie, passing between my hands. This formed a tight tie round both wrists which was tightly cinched off in the middle.
Once she was finished tying my hands she stuck her hand back into the pile and drew out a second pair of leggings. She repeated the tie on top of the existing tie. Once she was done wrapping she yanked on both ends to tighten it. My wrists were squeezed tightly together. She knotted off the second tie sealing my hands together, palm to palm.
She grabbed my wrists and pulled me back up onto my feet. “Is this about the smelly feet thing? It was only a joke Maddison!” I pleaded. “Yeah? Well so is this!” She said as she searched the pile a third time. This time her hand emerged holding a long thick pink wool scarf. “I borrowed this from Kayleigh” she said as she held it up (Kayleigh was one of the ‘gals’).
She placed the scarf on the bed and went into the pile for a fourth time. This time she yanked out a pair of black shin high socks. “These? Well these are mines” she smiled as she began rolling them together into a ball. “In fact” she paused and sniffed them, recoiling in disgust. “These were yesterday’s work socks!” She said as she wafted her hand in front of her noes implying the unpleasant smell from them. “If you agree that your feet smell then why are you so mad?” I said. Another mistake.
She took the balled up sock in her hand and held it close to my face. “Open up!” She said. I complied. “Good!” She said as she stuffed them into my mouth. “Mmmm, I wasn’t sure I would fit 2 in that mouth of yours, then again... you have got a big mouth!”
Once they were in she picked up the pink scarf and began wrapping it around my mouth. “Don’t want you spitting them out do we? Nooo. We want you to taste every last drop of my ‘smelly’ feet” she taunted as she tightened and knotted the scarf.
She moved me to the side of her bed room and grabbed her silver fuzzy bed duvet. She then laid it out flat on the floor and instructed me to lie at the edge of it. I lay down on it with both my head and feet extending beyond it at either side. “Perfect!” She smiled as she began to role the duvet with me in it. As I spun round with each roll I could hear her slipper’d feet dragging along the carpet, occasionally kicking the duvet. Once she had rolled me up tight in the duvet she grabbed a bunch of belts from the clothing pile. She wrapped a belt around the duvet about waist height on me and pulled it tight. She added another about knee height and also strapped it tight. Then she took a third belt and wrapped it around my feet. She yanked it tight bringing my legs tight together. She tightened it as hard as she could then buckled it, securing my feet together.
“Mmmph” I moaned as she secured the third belt.
“Did I hurt your feet? Well at least they don’t smell! Like mine do apparently” She said angrily.
She lifted me up and rotated me round so that I was lying on my stomach. She made her way round to my face, standing very close to me, positioning her slipper’s below my face. She began wiggling her toes. “To answer your question; yes. I was dancing a lot last night! Can you tell? Are my feet smelly?” She laughed as she wriggled her toes up to touch my nose.
She drew her left foot out of her slipper, leaving the slipper lying below my face. She placed her foot on the back of my head and pressed it down forcing my nose into her slipper. “Do my slippers smell too? Can you smell my feet from them?” She smiled.
“Mmmmpphhh” I replied. You could smell her feet from the slippers. Quite strongly.
“Anyway, I’ve got a lot of housework to do” she said as she slid her foot back into her slipper. She hoisted me up and forced me to hop over to the bottom of her bed. She pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me into a seated position with my back up against the bottom bedposts. She grabbed another belt and wrapped it around the duvet again at waist level. This time she secured it to the bed post, locking me in that seated position. “Before I get back to my cleaning I’ve got one more thing to add” she said excitedly as she skipped out the room. In her absence I decided to test my bonds. I wriggled but I was pinned tightly to the bedpost. I could barely wriggle to either side. My hands were still expertly tied behind my back, now tightly pinned against my body by the thick duvet that encased me from shoulder to ankle. From my seated position I could just see the tips of my feet over the duvet. I wiggled them but they couldn’t budge. The tightness of the duvet around my legs combined with the belt strapped round my legs stopped me from wiggling my feet. I tested my gag. “Mmmmmph” was the best I could do. The 2 socks packed inside my mouth had separated and filled out my cheeks. The taste was as bad as the smell, maybe worse. It was a dry, sweaty taste. Maddison had definitely worked a full day in those socks.
It looked like Maddison had finally found a way to deal with my sarcastic quips and general annoyance. I couldn’t be sarcastic and annoying if I was tied up and gagged. I was the expert in annoying her, but she was the expert in tying me up and gagging me.
After a few minutes of wriggling and testing my bonds I concluded that I wasn’t escaping. Maddison returned carrying the high heels that I had been sent round to her house to collect. “I looked good in these last night!” She smiled as she dangled them in front of my face. I looked up at her as she crouched next to me. She reached into the clothing pile, removing another pair of leggings. She placed one of the heels on the floor next to me. She took the one she was still holding and placed it upside down against my face. She positioned it so that my nose was pressed right into the toe part of the sole. Then she took the leggings and wrapped the crotch part around the heel, wrapping the legs around my face and the heel several times. She finished by knotting the leggings in front of my face, behind the heel. As she dragged the legs tight to seal the knot the tie tightened around my head, pulling the heel closer to my face. My nose was now fully submerged in the smell of her feet.
“Do they still smell bad?” She taunted as she wiggled the heel part of the shoe causing my face to wiggle along with it.
“Mmph” I replied in a defeated tone which brought visible delight to her face.
“Ok well I best get back to my house work.” She said as she stood up. She pulled out her phone from the waistband of her leggings and began tapping on the screen. “How does this sound?” She said as she turned her phone to show me the screen. She had set a timer for 3 hours. “3 hours!” I thought. “Mmmph!” I protested as I shook my head furiously.
“Ok ok!” She said as she spun the phone back round and tapped the screen again. “How about that?” She said showing me the phone again. 4 hours the timer was now set to. I glanced over the phone at her face as she smiled sinisterly. “Mmph hmm” I nodded in agreement realising the more I protested the longer it would be.
“Excellent, 4 hours gives me enough time to get through this big pile of clothes that need washed!” She said as she lifted up the remains of the clothing pile. “These haven’t been washed yet, some of them are a little smelly! As you’ll know yourself” she taunted. “Mmph hmm” I agreed again.
“I might not wash all of them though” she said as she pulled out a second pair of black ankle high socks. She inspected them for a moment, then slid her feet out of her slippers. She pulled the socks on over her feet then slid her feet back into the slippers, smiling the whole time.
“See you in 4 hours! Have fun!” She smiled as she left the room, glancing back to admire her excellent tying. The scuffing sound of her slippers dragging across the carpet faded as she made her way down the stairs.
To be continued.