"Yeah, it's awesome. She actually tried to 'put her foot down' the other day and I just straight laughed in her face. I mean, what's she gonna do about it?"
After weeks of suffering his misogynistic insults and attitude, Anne finally snaps. Determined to put him in his place, she silently stalks down the living room steps while Adam obliviously digs himself into deeper circles of hell. When she's poised behind him and ready to strike, he's still clueless to the approaching storm.
"Nah, don't worry about it. The worst she can do is-" Startled still, Adam looks up in surprise at his sister when she plucks the phone from his grip and seals her hand over his mouth.
The look on his face is as priceless his spooked yelp muffled under her palm as she utilizes her leverage to pin him against the couch and keep him quiet while embarrassing him in front of his friend.
"Hi, this is Anne, Adam's sister. Yeah, Adam's gonna be tied up for the rest of the day, don't bother calling back, 'kay?"
"Mmmff! Lmmm gmmm!" Adam grabs at her wrists and pulls after recovering from the initial shock of being jumped.
Her ambush turns into a wrestling match that quickly tumbles from the couch to the floor. But as quickly as it started, it ends with Adam's head trapped between her thighs. With both hands he tries to pry her legs away from his neck, thrashing around the living room like an animal in the grips of a python. Barely able to breathe, he's only able to rasp commands to let him go, becoming increasingly panicked while Anne casually stretches out on the floor with the phone in hand.
For an hour she watches Adam exhaust himself trying to slip free of her legs while inviting her friends over for a party. By the time she's finished uninviting his friends in lieu of hers, Adam has given up on escaping her hold. It isn't until he's too spent to put up a real fight that she makes her move. With ease she ties him up, hands behind his back and ankles together with his back pressed to the floor.
Realizing how screwed he is, Adam tries to play it all off as if it were all a joke he'd been in on from the start. Even as he laughs along with her it's obvious how hard he's actually trying to pick at the knots behind his back, and Anne humors him in his attempts at talking his way out of it. He insists that all of the sexism and bullying were just jokes she was too sensitive to appreciate, that she's done just as bad in the history of their rivalry, and that she's scored her point and now it's time to stop. The cadence of his words picks up speed when he sees her begin to wad one of her socks into a ball in her first, and his fake smile fades away.
"-made your point, okay. I'm sorry. You don't have to-no, no wait. N-no! Anne, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stawwwfff! Ugh...nn-mmm...nmmmm....mmmmmfff!"
"Oooohh, doesn't that taste so good? Mmmmm, that's it. Open up nice and wide, Adam."
Anne slowly packs the sock into his mouth to draw out the sounds of disgust from her brother, waiting for him to try spitting it out before stuffing it back in. She dangles the knotted cloth over his face while rubbing her foot over his mouth, pressing the sock deeper inside with her toes.
"Excuse me!? Did you just try to bite my toes?! Alright, that's it. Hold still."
Securing his gag permanently into his mouth, Anne idly runs her feet up and down his body while watching him put her rope work to the test, "Uh oh. What now, Adam? Still think you've got the run of the house all to yourself? Maybe when my friends get here you can tell them how I kicked your ass and made you eat my socks. Or how you got caught going through my panties in the laundry."
"Wmmphh!? Mmmff nmmff mmm! Nnn-mmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!"
"No? You mean you don't want me to keep you like this for Mom and Dad to find? Are you sure?" Covering his face with her feet, Anne laughs and continues, "I'm sorry, did you say something? Oh wait, you couldn't have. There's a gag in your mouth."
"Mmm-mmmm! Mmmmphh! Gnngg yrrr fnnff mmmff mmm fmmf! Nnnn! Nnnn, lmmm mmm gnnng!"
"Hold still or I'll leave you tied up in the middle of my party tonight." Anne coldly orders.
Worried that she'll follow through on her threats, Adam swallows his pride in addition to the sweaty taste in his mouth and goes limp, grumbling to nobody in particular as his sister drags her feet across his face. Every instinct is screaming at him to resist, to fight back, to preserve some sense of masculinity or dignity. But the thought of people seeing him dominated by Anne like this is too much to bear, so he resigns himself to fidgeting on the floor in shamed revulsion.
"Good boy." Anne grabs a magazine and begins flipping through the pages.
Without any real interest in the content within, Anne pretends to casually skim through the articles in front of her while smothering her brother underfoot. The sight of him humbled and humiliated sends a wave of satisfaction through her soul, and with an air of haughty superiority she settles into the couch for a long read.
"Shhh! Quiet down with all of those weird noises. I'm trying to concentrate.
With nothing left to do but chew on Anne's dirty socks while staring at the bottom of her feet, Adam counts the ticking of the clock while breathing in the smell of defeat. For the rest of the afternoon he chokes on the taste, sputters grossed out noises through his gag, and listens to Anne dismantle his manhood one demeaning quip at a time.
Not realizing she was joking about catching him digging through her panties, Adam contemplates the horror of being found out, constantly reassessing whether it'd truly be worse than what's happening to him right now. Every fifteen minutes or so he loses patience with Anne and begins flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water, only to be smothered back into obedience immediately after. Conquered, Adam accepts his fate as Anne's footstool and impatiently waits for freedom...
