My husband Anthony Peters is so damn lazy. He spends his days lounging on the couch doing absolutely nothing. The honey-do list is growing longer and longer and yet not one thing gets checked off. I decide to go out for the whole day to give him space and time to do some of the chores but when I walk in I see him still planted in his favorite spot - the couch. I am furious and I start bitching and yelling right away. What the hell did he do all day! Suddenly he flips out and roughly grabs my arms wrestling me into a tight choke hold as he begins taping my wrists together. He laughs as I kick and struggle while he just adds more tape. I'm still yelling at him so he grabs a dirty work sponge and it into my mouth sealing it in tightly with lots of wraps of the duct tape. I kick his shins drying to dig in with my high heels but Anthony isn't phased by my efforts to stop him and he just adds more tape wrapping my chest up then my legs. He puts me on the floor and I struggle helplessly as he drinks his ice tea and watches me enjoying my plight and plotting his next move. He straddles me and begins taping around my head running the duct tape down to my bound ankles completely restricting the movement of my head by putting me in a super tight hogtape. He leaves me frustrated and helplessly struggling totally unable to do anything at all except roll around grunting and groaning.