Tom Part 2
Ok, so when I left off I was dressed up as a schoolgirl and taped by my friend, Karen. She had just gotten done tickling my pantyhosed feet and turned on the TV. She said it was dinner time so she ordered a pizza. I was left up in her room taped like that and gagged until the pizza finally arrived. She opened the door to the room.
"Well, I was worried you might have ran off," she said with a smile.
She came over to ungag me. She ripped off the tape, ouch, and then pulled out what had been in my mouth. It was a pair of panties. "Don't worry, they're clean, Tom. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out a name for you because Tom just isn't working with that outfit. How about...Tina?" she asked.
"You are enjoying this a lot, aren't u?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Oh yes, this is so much fun. I can't do this kind of stuff with my girlfriends or boyfriends."
"I see. So I'm guessing this is something we'll be doing a few more times, huh?"
"A few? No, we're going to be doing this a lot more!"
Now, most guys would look at this predicament and ask, 'Tom, why did you get yourself into this? Any guy with any ounce of dignity wouldn't let a girl dress him up like this and tape him so he couldn't get undressed or get away. Why would you put up with this?' You know what the answer to that question would be? It would be this, 'I don't know. I've never done it before and it's a little fun and seems to get more fun. But, the real answer is I don't know.' Before I get back to the story, I have a quick quesiton. How many guys in here have or would like for this kind of experience to happen to them?
Anyway, she fed me pizza and helped me drink my coke while we watched a movie. Afterwards, she helped me stand up and hop over to the bed. She made me promise not to fight back or anything once she undid the tape. She undid it and instantly handcuffed me to the bed. I knew she was going to do something, but I kind of wanted to see what it was she was going to do. She didn't gag me...instead, she did a few things I can't mention here on this forum, but it was quite enjoyable. Then, she started tying my wrists to the headboard until they were securly tied. Then, she took off the cuffs and tied my ankles to opposite sides of the bed.
Finally, she gagged me again...this time she used a pair of dirty panties and I glared at her. She told me if I could get myself out in an hour, she would let me tie her up for the rest of the night until 10 the next morning. I couldn't really argue because I couldn't talk or move. I began to wrestle the ropes. Saying I wrestles the ropes was hardly what it looked like what I was doing, though. I squirmed and struggled, but I only succeded in making my skirt rise several inches up my legs. I realized I wasn't getting out. She had used too much rope in a very strategic way. All I could do was wait and occasionally struggle with the ropes. Finally, she came back and looked amused. She tickled my helpless pantyhosed feet again and moved up my thighs to my ribs and then back down to my feet again. She tickled them off and on for the next several hours while I screamed and wailed into the gag. She never got tired of seeing me squirm and hearing my squeal like the sissy schoolgirl I had become.
Somewhere along the way, I had began to enjoy the experience. I had been interested in bondage long before this experience, but not crossdressing as much. I didn't realize the two could fit together and produce the experience I had. There is no way to feel more helpless and not in control while tied up in girl's clothes by a girl. When she finally tickled herself out, she climbed into the bed and fell asleep on me. She woke up occasionally to check on my bonds and to make sure I wasn't in danger of losing a limb.
By morning, she decided I had had enough and let me go, but told me I had to wear the uniform for a while longer around the house. I did and we talked and hung out and that was that. Or at least so I thought.
A week later Karen approached me and stuffed something in my backpack at school.
"Go in the bathroom and put those on" she whispered.
I went to the boys room and looked inside my bag. She couldn't be serious, could she? Did she expect me to wear tan pantyhose under my pants at school!?
I went outside where Karen was waiting and shook my head. "No way!" I said.
"Oh come on. It will be fun. And if you don't do it everyone is going to see those pictures I took of you all tied up and dressed like a girl."
I sighed and went back into the boys room and hid in one of the stalls as I put the hose on and then put my pants back on over them. I put my socks back on too and made sure to pull them up all the way to make sure no one could see if my pant legs rose up. Now I just had to worry about bending over and the hose sticking out over my waistband.
"Meet me after school here so I can check and see you're still wearing them."
I met up with Karen after school and showed her I still had the pantyhose on. "Good boy Tom. I wonder what color I should make you wear tomorrow? Maybe some pink or yellow or purple tights?"
"Please don't make me wear tights or pantyhose in school again."
"Ok I'll give you a break tomorrow. But we're going to do this at least once every few weeks. And next time my parents go out of town you are coming over again."
What had I got myself into? I slipped up and made the mistake of telling her my parents were going out of town soon.
"Splendid. I'll tell my parents I'm staying at a girl friends house and I'll come to your house for the weekend."
Karen came over next Friday when the coast was clear at my house. I was already hairless from our previous encounter so there was no need for me to shave again. But my nails did need to be painted or at least Karen insisted on it. I sighed and settled in to the fact that I had to go along. As long as Karen had those incriminating photos of me I had to play her games. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it a bit. I just didn't like how bossy and controlling she was becoming.
I sat down and took off my sneakers and socks so she could paint my toenails purple and then she painted my fingernails. She had the clothes all laid out on my bed for me when the nail polish dried. There was a bra, panties, a black dress with straps, and black hosiery. I went into my room alone and put the bra and panties on first. I remembered how to put the bra on from the last time and it kind of weirded me out that I was getting good at this. I also had no trouble putting the pantyhose on as Karen instructed me last time on how to roll the legs up and slide them on. I just needed her help to zip the dress after I put it on. Once I was all zipped up and dressed from head to toe she gave me padding for my empty bra cups and a wig to finish it off. "We can do your makeup later" she grinned.
"So is this the part where you tie me up again?"
"Well, I was worried you might have ran off," she said with a smile.
She came over to ungag me. She ripped off the tape, ouch, and then pulled out what had been in my mouth. It was a pair of panties. "Don't worry, they're clean, Tom. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out a name for you because Tom just isn't working with that outfit. How about...Tina?" she asked.
"You are enjoying this a lot, aren't u?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Oh yes, this is so much fun. I can't do this kind of stuff with my girlfriends or boyfriends."
"I see. So I'm guessing this is something we'll be doing a few more times, huh?"
"A few? No, we're going to be doing this a lot more!"
Now, most guys would look at this predicament and ask, 'Tom, why did you get yourself into this? Any guy with any ounce of dignity wouldn't let a girl dress him up like this and tape him so he couldn't get undressed or get away. Why would you put up with this?' You know what the answer to that question would be? It would be this, 'I don't know. I've never done it before and it's a little fun and seems to get more fun. But, the real answer is I don't know.' Before I get back to the story, I have a quick quesiton. How many guys in here have or would like for this kind of experience to happen to them?
Anyway, she fed me pizza and helped me drink my coke while we watched a movie. Afterwards, she helped me stand up and hop over to the bed. She made me promise not to fight back or anything once she undid the tape. She undid it and instantly handcuffed me to the bed. I knew she was going to do something, but I kind of wanted to see what it was she was going to do. She didn't gag me...instead, she did a few things I can't mention here on this forum, but it was quite enjoyable. Then, she started tying my wrists to the headboard until they were securly tied. Then, she took off the cuffs and tied my ankles to opposite sides of the bed.
Finally, she gagged me again...this time she used a pair of dirty panties and I glared at her. She told me if I could get myself out in an hour, she would let me tie her up for the rest of the night until 10 the next morning. I couldn't really argue because I couldn't talk or move. I began to wrestle the ropes. Saying I wrestles the ropes was hardly what it looked like what I was doing, though. I squirmed and struggled, but I only succeded in making my skirt rise several inches up my legs. I realized I wasn't getting out. She had used too much rope in a very strategic way. All I could do was wait and occasionally struggle with the ropes. Finally, she came back and looked amused. She tickled my helpless pantyhosed feet again and moved up my thighs to my ribs and then back down to my feet again. She tickled them off and on for the next several hours while I screamed and wailed into the gag. She never got tired of seeing me squirm and hearing my squeal like the sissy schoolgirl I had become.
Somewhere along the way, I had began to enjoy the experience. I had been interested in bondage long before this experience, but not crossdressing as much. I didn't realize the two could fit together and produce the experience I had. There is no way to feel more helpless and not in control while tied up in girl's clothes by a girl. When she finally tickled herself out, she climbed into the bed and fell asleep on me. She woke up occasionally to check on my bonds and to make sure I wasn't in danger of losing a limb.
By morning, she decided I had had enough and let me go, but told me I had to wear the uniform for a while longer around the house. I did and we talked and hung out and that was that. Or at least so I thought.
A week later Karen approached me and stuffed something in my backpack at school.
"Go in the bathroom and put those on" she whispered.
I went to the boys room and looked inside my bag. She couldn't be serious, could she? Did she expect me to wear tan pantyhose under my pants at school!?
I went outside where Karen was waiting and shook my head. "No way!" I said.
"Oh come on. It will be fun. And if you don't do it everyone is going to see those pictures I took of you all tied up and dressed like a girl."
I sighed and went back into the boys room and hid in one of the stalls as I put the hose on and then put my pants back on over them. I put my socks back on too and made sure to pull them up all the way to make sure no one could see if my pant legs rose up. Now I just had to worry about bending over and the hose sticking out over my waistband.
"Meet me after school here so I can check and see you're still wearing them."
I met up with Karen after school and showed her I still had the pantyhose on. "Good boy Tom. I wonder what color I should make you wear tomorrow? Maybe some pink or yellow or purple tights?"
"Please don't make me wear tights or pantyhose in school again."
"Ok I'll give you a break tomorrow. But we're going to do this at least once every few weeks. And next time my parents go out of town you are coming over again."
What had I got myself into? I slipped up and made the mistake of telling her my parents were going out of town soon.
"Splendid. I'll tell my parents I'm staying at a girl friends house and I'll come to your house for the weekend."
Karen came over next Friday when the coast was clear at my house. I was already hairless from our previous encounter so there was no need for me to shave again. But my nails did need to be painted or at least Karen insisted on it. I sighed and settled in to the fact that I had to go along. As long as Karen had those incriminating photos of me I had to play her games. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it a bit. I just didn't like how bossy and controlling she was becoming.
I sat down and took off my sneakers and socks so she could paint my toenails purple and then she painted my fingernails. She had the clothes all laid out on my bed for me when the nail polish dried. There was a bra, panties, a black dress with straps, and black hosiery. I went into my room alone and put the bra and panties on first. I remembered how to put the bra on from the last time and it kind of weirded me out that I was getting good at this. I also had no trouble putting the pantyhose on as Karen instructed me last time on how to roll the legs up and slide them on. I just needed her help to zip the dress after I put it on. Once I was all zipped up and dressed from head to toe she gave me padding for my empty bra cups and a wig to finish it off. "We can do your makeup later" she grinned.
"So is this the part where you tie me up again?"
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