Mummy's Surprise
by BobCYoung

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I must begin at the beginning.

I was always devoted to my friend Tom. He was 15 years younger than I, and I was able to impart quite a lot of wisdom to him insofar as the business world was concerned. My secret was that I worshipped him, didn't make a move without his approval. He had size 10 and a half feet, and God did they look delicious in those black business socks!

He would come over my place every night after work for drinks, just to unwind and gossip about the day. My favorite part was always when he slowly took off his shoes, let them wiggle back and forth over his toes for a bit, and then let them drop to the ground. I spent many hours just staring at his black socked feet, watching him wiggle his toes, arching his feet back and forth...I was just dying to grab them and sniff them...to massage them and have them in my mouth.

Be careful what you wish for!

Times at work had gotten difficult for us both......fellow workers not towing the line and such. So all we talked about during our nightly hangouts were complaints at work, and I must admit, many times, I interrupted him because his stories were more boring than mine...you know....sleepy. My stories were exciting and fresh, full of silly office politics, back stabbing, etc. Well, on this particular Tuesday, I think I interrupted one too many times. Tom stated, I am leaving because I am tired, and aggravated with you....I wish you would stop interrupting my stories. I apologized, and said good night.

The next night, Tom showed up as usual, but he had a bag from WalMart in his hands. I thought it was beer so something like it, so I paid no attention to it as he placed it on the floor next to the couch.

We began to have a few beers, got a little buzzed I think. That was when the serious problems began to happen. We went out to the balcony for a smoke, and Tom left for a moment, and returned with two new beers, mine with a little more head on it than usual...he attributed it to a bad pour. No problem, I stated, and drank it down. Five minutes later, I began to become quite disoriented, even a bit dizzy...uneasy on my legs. Tom said, "Let me help you back to the couch, I complied. Finally having sat down he brought over his WalMart bag and took out a roll of duct tape. I was soooo confused at that point, I wasn't even sure what I was seeing.

Tom asked, since you are my best friend, you would do anything for me, correct? I said yes. He said "Do you trust me, because if you don't, I am leaving now and will never come back". Of course I trusted him, and I replied, "Sure buddy, why do you ask?". He said, put your hands behind your back and close your eyes. I was a little worried, but after what I had just said, I didn't want to risk the friendship.

Next thing I knew, Tom had taken out a roll of duct tape, and had taped my hands together behind my back. I couldn't get free. I asked him what he was doing, at which point he said, "Shut up, and lay on the floor". He then pushed me down onto the floor, and as I started to scream, he placed a piece of duct tape over my mouth. So there I lay, helpless....except for my legs. He took care of the quickly enough, He sat on the front of my thighs, and started wrapping my legs with duct tape...starting at the ankles and working up to my knees...I couldn’t move my legs at all! Then he propped me up, and wrapped the duct tape around my body/arms a couple of times, so now I could not escape of fight him at all. He laid me in front of the couch on my back, and proceeded to take off his shoes, and stick his black socked feet on my face, one over my nose and the other on my forehead. He used the foot on my forehead to force my head back and forth to sniff the foot on my nose. I was in heaven, his feet smelled like heaven...I don't think he had washed them in months.

But things were about to turn ugly............

He was putting so much pressure on my face with his foot, that I tried to turn away, so suddenly, he removed his foot from my face......and took his sock off. I wondered what was going to happen, but my question was answered almost immediately. He ripped the tape off my mouth, ordered me to open wide, and shoved his black sock right in, toe first...and then he re-taped my mouth not with just one strip straight across, but added another toward my chin for security. He then took his socked foot, put it over my nose, and said...start chewing...cause that’s your dinner!...You aren’t getting free till you eat this sock, while you are smelling the other! I started chewing as hard as I could, and the dirty, musty sock mixed with my saliva made for an intoxicating drink. Eventually my jaw got tired, and I was getting nowhere toward "eating" the sock.

That’s when Tom grabbed me and stood me up. He began where he left off with the tape. From the top of my knees, he started wrapping me, trapping my balls, my hands, my arms all the way up to my neck. I HAD BEEN MUMMIFIED AND WORSE, I HAD HIS SOCK IN MY MOUTH! He then gently laid me down, and said, enjoy you dinner, because if you haven’t swallowed that sock my tomorrow morning, there will be more punishment. With that said, he took off his other sock, and taped it over my nose, and then he taped my eyes shut. The last words I heard were, enjoy your dinner, and he shoved plugs into my ears and I was plunged into a dark, deaf world, where all I could think of was swallowing his sock. I chewed until my jaw started cracking, but made no progress......it was nylon, and every time I chewed, more of his dirty foot sweat went down my throat, not to mention, every time I breathed, I got to smell his musty sock over my nose.

How did I get myself into this? More importantly, how to get out of this?

The Next Morning

Tom walked into my apartment, and I was laying on the floor in front of the couch, just where he had left me... I hadn’t been able to make much progress on my dinner, it just wouldn’t go down. He asked if I had eaten, and I shook my head no. He stated, that’s what I thought, so now....you will have it for breakfast. He kneeled over me with a pair of scissors and a glass. I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I quickly found out. He pulled out his cock, and peed into the glass, and stated, "this will help you wash down your breakfast". Then he pulled something out of a bag and laid it next to my head, I wasn’t sure what it was.

He took the tape off my mouth, pulled out the sock, and stated, "you have made no progress on this delicious dinner I provided for you, so now, you will eat it for breakfast". He took out the scissors, and cut it into small, bite size strips. Then he took the item off the floor from next to my head, and put it on me. Oh, Jesus, it was a harness gag to keep my mouth open. I fought it, but of course, Tom prevailed, and now my mouth was left forced open. He started placing sock strips in my mouth, and poured in his urine to help me wash it down. I fought it, but once he held my nose, I had no choice but to swallow it. Oh Christ, I had just EATEN his sock. Twelve other pieces of sock, and three glasses or urine later, my "breakfast" was over.

Tom patted me on the head with his foot, and then took the other sock from last night and shoved that into my mouth, and stated, "lets see if you can do it right this time...but I will give you more time. I am going away for three days, so you should have enough time to eat it."

Part Two will continue.......