Andy and Thomas 2
When I left off Thomas and I were bound with rope and tape by his brothers Mark and Rob. We were gagged with ten strips of tape and ace bandages wrapped around our heads and taped together. I was also gagged with Rob's dirty sock and Thomas was gagged with a pair of his moms worn pantyhose. Marks girlfriend Fran had painted our nails red and dressed us as girls. We were wearing trainer bras, panties, a pink princess outfit and pink pantyhose for me, and her old cheerleader outfit and suntan pantyhose for Thomas.
In the morning Rob tickled our nylon feet with feathers to wake us up. He cut the thick tape off our hands with a scissor but left our ankles tied. Gagged, he led us upstairs (it was tricky because our ankles were bound but we managed to get up them) and sat us down in the kitchen. He tied more rope to our ankles and pulled them back until they were suspended in the air and tied the rope to the back of the chair. Then our hands were duct taped in front of us. He said we had to stay bound and gagged till breakfast was ready.
I wiggled my toes in the air and felt the nylon material move along with them. This only led to Rob leaning down and tickling my feet more. I squealed into my gag to beg him to stop. We had been bound and gagged all night and still had to use the bathroom.
Mark cooked breakfast while Rob tickled our stockinged feet on and off. Once the food was done Rob undid the ace bandages and peeled the tape off our mouths. I immediately spit his sock out which was soaked with my drool and Thomas did the same with his moms hose. My mouth had absorbed the taste of his nasty sock and I could still taste it even without being gagged by it.
He untaped our hands but let our feet hang there as we ate. Every once and a while Rob would tickle our feet well we were eating and we'd shout at him. It was weird being able to talk after being silenced with those gags for so long. That didn't last for long though.
Our feet were untied and they brought us in the living room. Rob fetched another worn pair of his moms pantyhose and a sock that belonged to Mark. He had two big rubber balls too. He wrapped one inside the hose and put the other inside the sock. The sock was stuffed in Thomas's mouth and the white pantyhose were stuffed in my mouth. He wrapped duct tape around our head six times until it was clear we weren't going to spit them out. The ball made our cheeks puffy and made it impossible to speak. Their moms pantyhose tasted salty and like vinegar in my mouth. I had no idea what Mark's sock tasted like yet but I figured I'd find out later.
They made us ball our fists again and they taped them. Then our ankles were bound and Mark left to meet Fran and plan for their party later.
This left us with Rob who pushed us on the couch and gathered his tickling tools. "Did this little piggy go to market?" he taunted me as he tickled between my toes with a chopstick. Then he tickled my stockinged soles with a hairbrush.
"I want to try something he said" with a pair of scissors. He cut the pink hose off one of my feet. "I always wondered whats more ticklish, nylons or bare feet? Now you tell me."
He tickled my bare foot first with the brush. Then my nylon clad foot with the same. "Nylons?" he asked laughing. I grunted furiously through my painful gag to let him the nylons were more ticklish. Satisfied with the answer he tickled my nylon feet again with the sticks.
After Rob got bored tickling me, he tried the same experiment on his brother. He cut the pantyhose off one of his feet and tickled both, first the bare foot and then the nylon foot. Thomas grunted and groaned through his gag to let his brother know the nylon foot was more ticklish than his bare foot. Satisfied with the answer he continued to tickle our feet using hair brushes, toothbrushes, chop sticks, feathers, and more.
I thought the gags were effective in keeping us silent but apparently we were grunting and mumbling a little too much because one of the windows was open a neighbor outside heard us. She rang the bell and Rob rushed us into the kitchen from the living room. He closed the window and told us he was going to get rid of her and that if we be quiet while he did that he would remove our gags. We grunted and nodded our heads in agreement.
Rob open the door and told the neighbor he had left the TV on to loud. He apologized as we sat quietly bound and gagged in the kitchen. When he finally got rid of her he returned to the kitchen. We mmmphed and motioned with our heads for him to remove the gags. "Sorry girls but I lied. Those gags are staying on. In fact, I think I should reinforce them actually."
He got the ace bandages and wrapped it around our heads and mouths which were already wrapped with tape. Then he wrapped more tape around the bandage several times. With the ball and hose stuffed in my mouth, combined with the tape, ace bandage, and more tape, I was silenced. No mmphing, no grunting, no moaning, no laughing. I couldn't make any sound except a soft whimper and those would only last two seconds before I ran out of breath.
He led us down to the basement, still bound and taped and laid us down on the cots again. He wrapped more tape around our bodies to keep us strapped down to the cots. With our fists taped together we could not free ourselves or remove our gags. We were defenseless as Rob picked up where he left off, brushing a feather between my bare toes. He used the point of the feather to poke and tickle the back of my toes and scrape up and down my soles. I couldn't laugh or scream, I just had to lay there and deal with it. I mumbled quietly to beg him to stop but he could barely even hear me.
"What's that Andy? I'm sorry but I can't understand a word you're saying with that gag on. If you want me to take it off all you have to do is ask me. You too Thomas." He poked his brothers nylon sole with the feather and he whimpered briefly.
Fran and Mark returned with her friend Anna. Fran was angry with Rob for cutting the hose. "You ruined my pantyhose. They look silly now. They can't serve people at the party dressed like that. I'll have to run home later and get you guys something new to wear. You won't have a say this time. I'll pick for you." She was referring to the party they had planned to throw later where Thomas and I would be serving the guests unwillingly.
"Take a hike boys" Fran said. "Its our turn to tickle them now."
In the morning Rob tickled our nylon feet with feathers to wake us up. He cut the thick tape off our hands with a scissor but left our ankles tied. Gagged, he led us upstairs (it was tricky because our ankles were bound but we managed to get up them) and sat us down in the kitchen. He tied more rope to our ankles and pulled them back until they were suspended in the air and tied the rope to the back of the chair. Then our hands were duct taped in front of us. He said we had to stay bound and gagged till breakfast was ready.
I wiggled my toes in the air and felt the nylon material move along with them. This only led to Rob leaning down and tickling my feet more. I squealed into my gag to beg him to stop. We had been bound and gagged all night and still had to use the bathroom.
Mark cooked breakfast while Rob tickled our stockinged feet on and off. Once the food was done Rob undid the ace bandages and peeled the tape off our mouths. I immediately spit his sock out which was soaked with my drool and Thomas did the same with his moms hose. My mouth had absorbed the taste of his nasty sock and I could still taste it even without being gagged by it.
He untaped our hands but let our feet hang there as we ate. Every once and a while Rob would tickle our feet well we were eating and we'd shout at him. It was weird being able to talk after being silenced with those gags for so long. That didn't last for long though.
Our feet were untied and they brought us in the living room. Rob fetched another worn pair of his moms pantyhose and a sock that belonged to Mark. He had two big rubber balls too. He wrapped one inside the hose and put the other inside the sock. The sock was stuffed in Thomas's mouth and the white pantyhose were stuffed in my mouth. He wrapped duct tape around our head six times until it was clear we weren't going to spit them out. The ball made our cheeks puffy and made it impossible to speak. Their moms pantyhose tasted salty and like vinegar in my mouth. I had no idea what Mark's sock tasted like yet but I figured I'd find out later.
They made us ball our fists again and they taped them. Then our ankles were bound and Mark left to meet Fran and plan for their party later.
This left us with Rob who pushed us on the couch and gathered his tickling tools. "Did this little piggy go to market?" he taunted me as he tickled between my toes with a chopstick. Then he tickled my stockinged soles with a hairbrush.
"I want to try something he said" with a pair of scissors. He cut the pink hose off one of my feet. "I always wondered whats more ticklish, nylons or bare feet? Now you tell me."
He tickled my bare foot first with the brush. Then my nylon clad foot with the same. "Nylons?" he asked laughing. I grunted furiously through my painful gag to let him the nylons were more ticklish. Satisfied with the answer he tickled my nylon feet again with the sticks.
After Rob got bored tickling me, he tried the same experiment on his brother. He cut the pantyhose off one of his feet and tickled both, first the bare foot and then the nylon foot. Thomas grunted and groaned through his gag to let his brother know the nylon foot was more ticklish than his bare foot. Satisfied with the answer he continued to tickle our feet using hair brushes, toothbrushes, chop sticks, feathers, and more.
I thought the gags were effective in keeping us silent but apparently we were grunting and mumbling a little too much because one of the windows was open a neighbor outside heard us. She rang the bell and Rob rushed us into the kitchen from the living room. He closed the window and told us he was going to get rid of her and that if we be quiet while he did that he would remove our gags. We grunted and nodded our heads in agreement.
Rob open the door and told the neighbor he had left the TV on to loud. He apologized as we sat quietly bound and gagged in the kitchen. When he finally got rid of her he returned to the kitchen. We mmmphed and motioned with our heads for him to remove the gags. "Sorry girls but I lied. Those gags are staying on. In fact, I think I should reinforce them actually."
He got the ace bandages and wrapped it around our heads and mouths which were already wrapped with tape. Then he wrapped more tape around the bandage several times. With the ball and hose stuffed in my mouth, combined with the tape, ace bandage, and more tape, I was silenced. No mmphing, no grunting, no moaning, no laughing. I couldn't make any sound except a soft whimper and those would only last two seconds before I ran out of breath.
He led us down to the basement, still bound and taped and laid us down on the cots again. He wrapped more tape around our bodies to keep us strapped down to the cots. With our fists taped together we could not free ourselves or remove our gags. We were defenseless as Rob picked up where he left off, brushing a feather between my bare toes. He used the point of the feather to poke and tickle the back of my toes and scrape up and down my soles. I couldn't laugh or scream, I just had to lay there and deal with it. I mumbled quietly to beg him to stop but he could barely even hear me.
"What's that Andy? I'm sorry but I can't understand a word you're saying with that gag on. If you want me to take it off all you have to do is ask me. You too Thomas." He poked his brothers nylon sole with the feather and he whimpered briefly.
Fran and Mark returned with her friend Anna. Fran was angry with Rob for cutting the hose. "You ruined my pantyhose. They look silly now. They can't serve people at the party dressed like that. I'll have to run home later and get you guys something new to wear. You won't have a say this time. I'll pick for you." She was referring to the party they had planned to throw later where Thomas and I would be serving the guests unwillingly.
"Take a hike boys" Fran said. "Its our turn to tickle them now."
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