John and Jake
When I was 14, we got a new boy in our class, John. He seemed a bit weird at the beginning. He was very shy and never paying attention to anything, daydreaming all day long. I was never the kid hanging around in groups, laughing at other children. So I tried to get to know him better. He was a nice guy once you started a conversation. So the next few weeks we started to became friends, even though it wasn’t that easy. John had no hobbies, he never talked about his life after school. Basically I didn’t know anything about him.
After some weeks my mom talked me into visiting John. He wasn’t really into that idea but at the end we arranged a sleepover at his place.
I arrived on Friday afternoon at his house. He was alone at home but only for like half an hour before his mom would return from work. The first shock hit me when I saw his clothes. He was dressed in a red summer dress and black tights. He said that his mom didn’t allow him to wear boys clothes at home. I asked why but he didn’t want to tell me. His house was actually pretty nice. It was very big and he lived with his mom and his sister. We settled down in the living room and watched some TV. It wasn’t long before his mom came home.
She was very beautiful. I guess she was in her late thirties but she looked more like late twenties. She had long brown hair, a well trained body and a beautiful face. She looked very nice and friendly but I got to know how she really was when she came into the living room.
“What is going on here? Why are you not tied up?” she asked.
“Jenna wasn’t home yet” John said.
“And? What are you supposed to do when you arrive home as the first?”
“But mom I got a friend here.”
“Doesn’t matter. Up in John's room with you guys.”
We went into John's room.
“Please mom, don’t do this to Jake.”
“Wait for me there, I am right back.”
When we were at his room, waiting for his mom, John said to me: “I am really sorry. I didn’t knew that she would do this even when I have a friend here.”
“Do what to you, John? What is going on?” I asked him.
“Well, usually my mom and sister keep me bound and gagged most of the time.”
I didn’t have a chance to question this before John’s mom came back, holding another dress and tights.
“I am sorry, Jake, but I have to ask you to wear these for me.”
I was a bit scared by her. Her voice and face were very serious. I stripped to my boxers and put on the tan tights and the white dress she gave me. Next she asked me to turn around and cross my wrists behind my back. Not knowing what her intentions were, I did what she said. And soon I had my hands tied together with a zip tie. I wanted to ask what was going on but she took a roll of duct tape and placed a long strip of it on my mouth.
Then she made me sit down on a chair.
“Wait here for me. I’m gonna tie up John first, before I tie you up properly.”
She made John lay down on his stomach on his bed.Then she tied his hands behind his back and feet together with tape. Then she even tied his elbows and knees together. After that she left the room but quickly returned with a zip back full of what looked like nylons. John’s mom sat next to him on the bed and took out a hand full of those nylons and stuffed them one by one in his mouth. After his mouth was full with nylons, she took the tape and wrapped it all the way around his head and mouth, for about five or six times. I could only watch this in disbelief.
“Alright, now it’s your turn Jake. I was tied on the floor, next to the bed on a blanket the same way as him. The bonds were tight and I still couldn’t believe what was going on. After I was securely bound, she took the bag of nylons again. I didn’t want to cause any trouble so I let her stuff my mouth with those nylons. While she stuffed one nylon stocking after another in my mouth, I got a whiff of them. They smelled disgusting and soon the taste came up and it was even worse. I had to cough from the bitter taste and smell.
“Sorry about using my worn nylons but I had to break you in somehow. You will soon get used to it.” John’s mom didn’t stop before my cheeks were bulging and I couldn’t close my mouth anymore. Then she wrapped the tape around my mouth and head as well. She wished us a good afternoon and left us alone.
I still couldn’t believe what just happened. I was lying bound and gagged on the floor, chewing on my friend's mom's worn nylon stockings. I tried to ask John but I couldn’t utter a word. We laid there in silence. There was a clock at the wall and we were tied up at 4 pm. Around 6 pm, John's sister Jenna came in. She was about 18 I guessed and a beautiful girl as well. She was dressed casually in a black top, tight jeans and black converse.
“Hey a new slave. Mom told me already about you. And are you enjoying it here so far?”
I shook my head no and moaned into my gag.
“Why not? Did mom use her worn nylons to gag you?” I nodded yes.
“I know, they are disgusting. But you get used to the taste after a while. My feet smell much much better. Let me show you.”
Jenna took off her converse sneakers and placed on foot right on my nose. Because of my gag I was forced to smell her foot as well. She wore some pink socks but the sole was very wet and dirty and the smell was pretty bad as well. I tried to move my head away but she just pressed her foot harder on my nose so my I couldn’t move my head anymore. When it started to hurt I stopped fighting and just smelled her foot.
“And? How does it smell? Much much better than moms nylons, right?” She moved her foot up and down, forcing me to nod yes.
Next she made John to smell her feet for a while. After she left us alone again. It wasn’t before seven when John's mom came back. “I bet you can’t wait to get that gag off and get some food, can you?” I nodded my head. The bonds were hurting, the gag was tight and the bitter taste of her nylons was driving me crazy.
“Alright but before you have to do me a favour.” I agreed by nodding again. I didn’t know which kind of favour but I would have done anything to get that gag off. John’s mom freed us from the bonds but left the gag on. When I was about to remove my gag, she slapped my hand away.
“Don’t you dare to remove that gag. I tell you when you can take it off.”
We went down to the living room. John’s mom sat down on the couch while John and me had to sit in front of her. She took off some flats and held one brown nylon covered foot in front of us each.
“You can start boys. Massage my feet if you want some dinner.” I saw John massaging his moms foot. She looked at me angrily when I didn’t start right away so I did the same. Her foot was so wet and slimy. The stench hit my nose and made the taste of her nylons even stronger. We had to worship her feet for about half an hour before she allowed us to remove the gags. It took me a while before I managed to remove all the tape but I felt so relieved when I was able to spit out the ball of nylons.
I thought it was over but John's mom stretched out her legs again so that her foot was right in front of my face. “We’re not finished yet. Start sucking my toes, boys.” I couldn’t believe what she expected from us. But I felt so degraded and helpless, that I just did the same as John. I took her big toe in my mouth and started to suck the sweat out of the nylon. This went on for about fifteen minutes. We had to suck all of her toes and even licked her soles until she was satisfied. Then we were allowed to have dinner.
After some weeks my mom talked me into visiting John. He wasn’t really into that idea but at the end we arranged a sleepover at his place.
I arrived on Friday afternoon at his house. He was alone at home but only for like half an hour before his mom would return from work. The first shock hit me when I saw his clothes. He was dressed in a red summer dress and black tights. He said that his mom didn’t allow him to wear boys clothes at home. I asked why but he didn’t want to tell me. His house was actually pretty nice. It was very big and he lived with his mom and his sister. We settled down in the living room and watched some TV. It wasn’t long before his mom came home.
She was very beautiful. I guess she was in her late thirties but she looked more like late twenties. She had long brown hair, a well trained body and a beautiful face. She looked very nice and friendly but I got to know how she really was when she came into the living room.
“What is going on here? Why are you not tied up?” she asked.
“Jenna wasn’t home yet” John said.
“And? What are you supposed to do when you arrive home as the first?”
“But mom I got a friend here.”
“Doesn’t matter. Up in John's room with you guys.”
We went into John's room.
“Please mom, don’t do this to Jake.”
“Wait for me there, I am right back.”
When we were at his room, waiting for his mom, John said to me: “I am really sorry. I didn’t knew that she would do this even when I have a friend here.”
“Do what to you, John? What is going on?” I asked him.
“Well, usually my mom and sister keep me bound and gagged most of the time.”
I didn’t have a chance to question this before John’s mom came back, holding another dress and tights.
“I am sorry, Jake, but I have to ask you to wear these for me.”
I was a bit scared by her. Her voice and face were very serious. I stripped to my boxers and put on the tan tights and the white dress she gave me. Next she asked me to turn around and cross my wrists behind my back. Not knowing what her intentions were, I did what she said. And soon I had my hands tied together with a zip tie. I wanted to ask what was going on but she took a roll of duct tape and placed a long strip of it on my mouth.
Then she made me sit down on a chair.
“Wait here for me. I’m gonna tie up John first, before I tie you up properly.”
She made John lay down on his stomach on his bed.Then she tied his hands behind his back and feet together with tape. Then she even tied his elbows and knees together. After that she left the room but quickly returned with a zip back full of what looked like nylons. John’s mom sat next to him on the bed and took out a hand full of those nylons and stuffed them one by one in his mouth. After his mouth was full with nylons, she took the tape and wrapped it all the way around his head and mouth, for about five or six times. I could only watch this in disbelief.
“Alright, now it’s your turn Jake. I was tied on the floor, next to the bed on a blanket the same way as him. The bonds were tight and I still couldn’t believe what was going on. After I was securely bound, she took the bag of nylons again. I didn’t want to cause any trouble so I let her stuff my mouth with those nylons. While she stuffed one nylon stocking after another in my mouth, I got a whiff of them. They smelled disgusting and soon the taste came up and it was even worse. I had to cough from the bitter taste and smell.
“Sorry about using my worn nylons but I had to break you in somehow. You will soon get used to it.” John’s mom didn’t stop before my cheeks were bulging and I couldn’t close my mouth anymore. Then she wrapped the tape around my mouth and head as well. She wished us a good afternoon and left us alone.
I still couldn’t believe what just happened. I was lying bound and gagged on the floor, chewing on my friend's mom's worn nylon stockings. I tried to ask John but I couldn’t utter a word. We laid there in silence. There was a clock at the wall and we were tied up at 4 pm. Around 6 pm, John's sister Jenna came in. She was about 18 I guessed and a beautiful girl as well. She was dressed casually in a black top, tight jeans and black converse.
“Hey a new slave. Mom told me already about you. And are you enjoying it here so far?”
I shook my head no and moaned into my gag.
“Why not? Did mom use her worn nylons to gag you?” I nodded yes.
“I know, they are disgusting. But you get used to the taste after a while. My feet smell much much better. Let me show you.”
Jenna took off her converse sneakers and placed on foot right on my nose. Because of my gag I was forced to smell her foot as well. She wore some pink socks but the sole was very wet and dirty and the smell was pretty bad as well. I tried to move my head away but she just pressed her foot harder on my nose so my I couldn’t move my head anymore. When it started to hurt I stopped fighting and just smelled her foot.
“And? How does it smell? Much much better than moms nylons, right?” She moved her foot up and down, forcing me to nod yes.
Next she made John to smell her feet for a while. After she left us alone again. It wasn’t before seven when John's mom came back. “I bet you can’t wait to get that gag off and get some food, can you?” I nodded my head. The bonds were hurting, the gag was tight and the bitter taste of her nylons was driving me crazy.
“Alright but before you have to do me a favour.” I agreed by nodding again. I didn’t know which kind of favour but I would have done anything to get that gag off. John’s mom freed us from the bonds but left the gag on. When I was about to remove my gag, she slapped my hand away.
“Don’t you dare to remove that gag. I tell you when you can take it off.”
We went down to the living room. John’s mom sat down on the couch while John and me had to sit in front of her. She took off some flats and held one brown nylon covered foot in front of us each.
“You can start boys. Massage my feet if you want some dinner.” I saw John massaging his moms foot. She looked at me angrily when I didn’t start right away so I did the same. Her foot was so wet and slimy. The stench hit my nose and made the taste of her nylons even stronger. We had to worship her feet for about half an hour before she allowed us to remove the gags. It took me a while before I managed to remove all the tape but I felt so relieved when I was able to spit out the ball of nylons.
I thought it was over but John's mom stretched out her legs again so that her foot was right in front of my face. “We’re not finished yet. Start sucking my toes, boys.” I couldn’t believe what she expected from us. But I felt so degraded and helpless, that I just did the same as John. I took her big toe in my mouth and started to suck the sweat out of the nylon. This went on for about fifteen minutes. We had to suck all of her toes and even licked her soles until she was satisfied. Then we were allowed to have dinner.
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