After 2-3 minutes of just staring into the soles of her feet and being tormented by their odor, I mmmphed at her. So, earlier today, my wife took my out for my makeover. She took me to a salon and spa. She had me get the most difficult part done first; the full body waxing. It hurt like hell, but I survived. Now I'm all smooth; face included. I had dated Brittany for about 4 years; she was a cute girl, blonde, 5’10 and kept herself in pretty good shape. At the time of this story, we were both 23. We were watching some cooking competition show in her living room and we were both complaining about how bored we were. She was wearing a tight fitting pink t-shirt that complimented her curves, and jeans that hugged her ass. She was definitely attractive. but yeah” she continued, “I had stupid school all day, then went to the mall with Sarah and Ashley. We hit basically every store. We were there… God, probably close to 3 hours. Those shoes are NOT comfortable walking shoes, they don’t let my feet breathe, and my feet hurt so bad at the end of the day.”

Nope. What, do you do this shit for fun or something?” I asked – legitimately curious where she learned to truss someone up so thoroughly. I laid another 10 minutes by myself in the lower-level of the house. Brittany had turned the TV off, so I sat in silence aside from the music Brittany was playing upstairs, waiting for today to be over. Next was the manicure and pedicure, which we got done together. Again, it actually felt pretty nice and the woman doing it was very nice and thought this whole situation was great. Not surprisingly, my wife decided on light pink nails for me. UPDATE POSTED: https://www.reddit.com/r/survivinginfidelity/comments/9b06by/update_my_wife_of_nearly_3_years_has_done/Ok! Jesus! I think you’ve got me pretty well tied!” I complained – starting to get a little nervous about how little I could move. I once again spent the next half hour as her foot-sniffing foot stool. I had mostly grown used to the smell of her foot at this point, I was mostly just humiliated at this point. Brittany would taunt me with, My mouth was open for half a second before a soft fabric was roughly forced into my mouth. Robin was far less delicate about stuffing me mouth, she pushed violently. Then I feel tape on my mouth, then she wrapped it around my head once, twice, three times.

Because we’re BORED!” She exclaimed. “We could each predict who’s going to win at the end of the episode, and the winner gets whatever the stakes are, that way the episode is more interesting for us” Unfortunately, I have stumbled upon this forum and am looking for some support, if you'd be so kind. Nah, he’s not too mad. I making him smell my feet though, I don’t think he likes it, but it’s hilarious” Brittany began winding rope every-which-way around my hands. She looped it around one wrist, cinched it off, did the same with the other wrist, then tied my hands together, then wrapped rope the other direction, between my hands. Finally, she tied it off and my hands were securely tied to each other, I couldn’t separate them an inch if I tried.Well, you know what I want…” We had been dating 3 years at this point, and had messed-around, so this request wasn’t THAT far out – I had been hinting at... other stuff... for a few weeks now I just feel like it would be fun! I could tease you and you couldn’t do anything about it!” Brittany said, still wide-eyed and smiling. The bulge in my pants was doing all my thinking at this point: if I win, she goes down on me, even if I lose she ties me up, but still gets me excited? I bet she wouldn’t stop there! Sounds like a win-win to me. Robin reached for the tape that was wrapped around my mouth, and said, “oh, and you better keep quiet! If you bite my toes or try to call out, I’m shoving my panties in your mouth!” I got to work that day, and after a meeting and a few phone calls, I pull out the ipad, and see it light up with a notification from a messaging app, "buddy" is typing... I open the app, and see a horrific exchange of messages that are supposed to self destruct, but this app version must've been outdated, as I was able to witness in real time their conversation, recanting the night before, where Buddy is making references to them making love, and other guys that had "fun" last night. I damn near lost it, but then it got worse. I watch as my wife instructs buddy to send her a video of him masturbating, which he obliged to do and I unfortunately witnessed. I ran out of my office and into the bathroom and vomited profusely. I was shaking from what I just witnessed, and got permission to leave work for the day. After taking several hours to chill the hell out (I was legtimately afraid I was going to hurt someone or myself) I drive home and find her still sleeping on the bed. I put my stuff down and ask her to come downstairs. I squirmed and tried to mmmph at her, trying to get her to let me go early, but she just continued to laugh.

She just laughed and said “haha, I love you too much to make you do THAT. But you better hope we never split up! Haha”YES! YES! YES!” Brittany shouted while jabbing the air with her fists. “I get to tiiie you uuuuuup!” she sang at me.