01 - Selling my Freedom
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By Terrence
Wednesday, December 14th 2005 - 11:31:22 PM
Selling my Freedom
I've got a story for you sock boy. I have had quite a few experiences, the majority dealing at least partially with socks.
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I had known for a while that I liked to be tied up and that I loved men's long socks, especially when they were pushed down to the top of the shoe. (I don't really know why.)
Anyway, about a year ago, I started working at a restaurant as a host and one of my co-workers, named Jeffery, always wore long white socks scrunched down. Jeffery, although a little on the simple side, (and at least a half inch taller and 5 lbs heavier than me) loved to talk about philosophy and why people think the way they did (because we were the hosts, we did get some time to talk). He knew that I was smart, so he loved to talk to me about it. I used this to my advantage.
I really wanted to be tied by Jeffery and gagged with the socks he wore every day, so, one day I came into work acting stressed out.
"What's wrong with you?" Jeffery would ask.
"I'm so stressed out about ..." I complained. (I don't remember what my excuse was)"... I almost wish I didn't have control over my life, that way my mistakes wouldn't bit me in the ass."
"That sucks," Jeffery stated, "I guess freedom does come with a price."
It was working perfectly.
"It really does... Alright, that's it. I'm selling my freedom to the highest bidder." I declared, "Jeffery, care to bid?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, obviously puzzled.
"I mean I'm selling my freedom to the highest bidder. I'd be that persons property, I'd have to do what they told me, but my mistakes were their burden."
Jeffery pondered this and said, "Alright. I'm bidding $20. And, because no one else will bid, your sold to me."
I had already told my family that I would be gone for a few days and that I had my phone. It was summer and I was 17 and trusted.
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I rode home with my new "master" that night and rehearsed phase two of my plan, which I titled "Attempted Escape".
We went up to his room and I did a few mundane chores for him. He ran out of things for me to do, so I talked to him. I sat down in a hard plastic chair and he sat down in the plush one next to me and kicked his shoes off, placing his socked feet on my lap.
"So, Jeffery, what would you do if your slave tried to escape?" I asked cheekily.
"I'd force you to stay here." he said gruffly.
"How so?"
"I don't know." he grumbled. "I guess I'd tie you up or something. But don't you even think about it!"
"Or what?" I asked with a grin.
"I'll punish you."
"How?" I asked with an innocent look upon my face.
"We'll worry about it when the time comes." he said closing his eyes.
Without further ado I took off running, pushing the big white socks off my lap and running. He began chasing me. I ran downstairs and outside before he "caught me" (I let him).
He dragged me kicking and screaming back up to his room and put a hand over my mouth. He pushed me on the floor and put his socked foot on my chest as he looked around some shelves and pulled out a piece of rope. He pulled me up and tied my wrists before pushing me down again under his white, sort of smelly sock.
He found what he was looking for, Duct Tape. He taped my legs together and then taped my body to a chair.
"That'll hold ya." He said, "I bought you and your gonna stay here."
I gulped. "So... so now punishment?"
"Oh yeah!" he said... "Let's think."
He pondered before asking me, "What do you hate more than anything in the world? Tell me or I'll stomp your nuts."
I already had my answer. "I hate feet... they're so gross."
"Thanks." he said with an evil grin as he took his almost pure white socks off and popped one in my mouth and tying the other around it. I "gagged" at the taste, but secretly was loving every minuet.
I was kept like so for about a half hour before he got bored and released me and sold me my freedom back.
Although this is one of my favorites, I have others which are good.
Just say the word and I'll post them.
Terrence
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Terrence's stories
- 01 - Selling my Freedom (m/m)
- 02 - The Cousins Grim (mmm/m)
- 03 - The War (m+f+/m+f+)
- 04 - I'd do anything to get gagged (m/m)
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