Garnet truly loves her stinky, filthy socks. The stench is so bad it's all I can do to keep from gagging from the smell! She isn't willing to give them up, so I make a bet with her: Cut cards and the number will be how many ropes I tie her with. She agrees and soon finds herself in the strictest hogtie I've ever tied on a person! It's absolute agony for the poor girl, made worse by the knowledge that if she can't escape, I'm going to make it even worse. Sobbing, struggling, she cannot possibly escape. I think it was the excruciating crotch rope the made the ordeal so miserable. But a bet is...

Garnet truly loves her stinky, filthy socks. The stench is so bad it's all I can do to keep from gagging from the smell! She isn't willing to give them up, so I make a bet with her: Cut cards and the number will be how many ropes I tie her with. She agrees and soon finds herself in the strictest hogtie I've ever tied on a person! It's absolute agony for the poor girl, made worse by the knowledge that if she can't escape, I'm going to make it even worse. Sobbing, struggling, she cannot possibly escape. I think it was the excruciating crotch rope the made the ordeal so miserable. But a bet is a bet, and I live up to my end of the bargain by removing her dirty, stained, smelly socks and cramming them into her mouth! A few circuits of tape hold them in place as I wrap her head in vet wrap until only her eyes and nose are exposed. The taste and tang if the sweaty socks is highly unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as my tying her hair back to her feet! Now she's in true genuine agony, begging to be released! Fat chance!