John and Jake 3
Mrs. Clark went downstairs to talk to my mom and Jenna kept an eye on us. Even though we were tightly gagged and Mrs. Clark warned us not to make any noise we still mmmphed and moaned to try and get my moms attention.
"Shhhhhhh put a stocking in it" Jenna said and laughed at her own stupid joke.
Mrs. Clark came back upstairs with my mom following behind her. She looked a little surprised to see us both dressed the way we were and tied up and gagged. But she wasn't as angry as I expected her to be. She didn't seem mad at all. She seemed curious.
"So you've been doing this with John for about a year now? And how has it effected his behavior?"
"John was a very spoiled misbehaved boy when he was younger. And he argued a lot when we first started doing this but now he does what we say. He doesn't argue or put up a fight. He says please and thank you and he does all of his chores. Of course I have to continue this exercise because I know if I let him off easy he will revert back to his old ways. He used to play ball in the house and broke almost all the windows. Destroyed lamps. Destroyed a priceless vase that belonged to my ancestors. He cursed and yelled and showed no respect."
"Jake is very similar. He doesn't listen to me or respect my authority as a parent. He barely does his chores unless I give him an allowance. So tell me more."
"I know it seems odd making them dress up like girls. But they are at that age where they will either learn to respect and treat women right or they will learn to treat them like objects or maids. This helps them see what we go through on a daily basis just to live up to the standards of all the men in this world. They will have a much deeper appreciation for women when it's all over. And feminizing John is one of the main things that helped him calm down so much. They are teenage boys who want to act tough all the time. But its hard to be macho when you're wearing a dress or pantyhose."
"So same time next Friday?" my mom asked.
"We would be happy to have Jake stay over again next weekend."
"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmph!"
I begged through my gag for my mom to reconsider. And I begged her the whole way home but her mind was already made up.
Next Friday she dropped me off outside of John's house. Mrs. Clark was waiting for me. John was already dressed. He wore a trainer bra, panties, a yellow dress, and suntan pantyhose.
"Hey Jake. Your clothes are in John's room. Go upstairs and change and then you can join us in the basement. I did as she said and looked so ridiculous in a trainer bra, panties, pink dress, and pink stockings.
We went down to the basement that looked like another room. It had carpets and a couch and TV and there were also two small beds down there.
"The basement is soundproof so this is where you will be spending most of your time."
We laid on the beds and let her tie our wrists behind our backs and then our ankles and knees together. She had a bunch of her worn knee high stockings and I watched her stuff six of them into John's mom and wrap duct tape around it until she was sure he couldn't spit them out.
Then she did the same to me. "Jenna will be home soon. Dinner is in a few hours. Do you want me to turn the TV on?"
"Mmhm" we grunted and shook our heads yes.
"I'm sorry I can't quite understand you. You don't want the TV on?"
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Ggggrrrrrmmmppphhhh!"
"Ok maybe later" she said and went back upstairs.
We were left to struggle against our bonds and moan through our gags until Jenna showed up to make things worse for us.
"Welcome back Jake. Did my mom gag you with her nylons again?"
I made a miserable grunt.
"Aww don't worry you get used to the taste. I know you wish you were sucking on my worn socks instead. They taste ten times better than those gross nylons."
Jenna pulled up a chair and put her socked feet in our faces. "Mmmmm doesn't that smell great? Make sure you take deep whiffs. I want you to get the full aroma of my sweaty feet." The beds weren't far apart so she had the chair in the middle of them and she had one foot in both of our faces. We had no choice but to breathe through our noses because of our gags so we couldn't help but take deep whiffs. I retched behind my tape gag.
"What are you gagging about? You should consider yourself lucky to smell my feet. Now take a deep breath and get a nice big whiff!"
I inhaled her cheesy feet for an hour before dinner was served. They untied us and let us remove our own gags. We ate, used the bathroom, watched a little TV. Of course Mrs. Clark would not give us a break with the gags. She used the socks Jenna had been wearing all day and two worn stockings each which made for a very effective gag and tape wrapped our mouths and heads.
We watched TV upstairs for a few hours. In that time Mrs. Clarks sister stopped over to drop something off to her. Mrs. Clark asked her to put her worn nylon stockings aside so she wouldn't run out of gag material to use for us. She brought a whole bag over and gave it to her sister.
"Hello boys" Ashley said. "My you two are so quiet and well behaved. Probably has something to do with those gags huh? Next time I'm here you can let me know how my stockings taste okay?"
She didn't stay long but they kicked us off the couch so they could watch TV. They made us lay on the floor and then they rested their feet over our faces. Ashley was wearing black nylons with her shoes and she put them right in my face and rested them on my nose. John was forced to smell his moms feet the whole time.
When his aunt left we were bound and gagged for the night. The gags came off in the morning and Mrs. Clark insisted on another foot rub before we could eat breakfast. We rubbed her sweaty feet for ten minutes and even kissed them and licked her soles. Then the stockings came off so we could suck her toes.
I wound up swallowing more of her "toe cheese" as she called it and almost threw up from the taste. After breakfast she told us that she was going to let Jenna have us for the day.
We went to the bathroom again before we went downstairs. I was starting to see what Mrs. Clark meant for having a greater appreciation for what women suffer through. Going to the bathroom was a huge process. I had to pull down the pantyhose, then the panties, hold up the dress I was wearing or pull down the skirt if it was wearing a blouse/skirt combo instead of a dress. Even painting our nails was so time consuming. They insisted on doing two coats of nail polish every time they painted our nails. So first they would paint our nails, wait for them to dry, put another coat on.
Mrs. Clark gagged us with a mix of her worn knee high stockings and some that belonged to Ashley. I couldn't tell which ones were worse. They both tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar. She wrapped duct tape around our heads to keep them in our mouths but she could have got the same result from putting one piece of tape on our lips. But it kept us really quiet and maybe that was the point.
"I won't tie you boys up. I'll let Jenna decide what she wants to do with you. She will be home soon so just sit tight till she gets back."
We waited for her to go back upstairs and then we tried communicating through our gags but it was hopeless. Jenna showed up 20 minutes later and pulled up two chairs and had us sit down. She tied our hands behind us and tied our ankles separately to the legs of the chairs.
"You two look so cute with your dresses and hose. But one thing is missing. Can you guess whats missing? Oh sorry you can't answer me with those gags can you? That must be frustrating. Ok I guess I'll just tell you whats missing. Makeup!"
Jenna covered us in makeup from our eyes to our cheeks. She couldn't do our lips but she took her lipstick out and painted lips over our tape gagged mouths. She even smeared glitter all over cheeks and poured it in our hair.
"Aw you two are sooooo pretty. I wish you could see yourselves. Hmmmm what should I do with you guys next? I could tie you up on the beds and tickle you. Or I could make you sniff my beautiful smelling feet. Or maybe I'll just give you two a break? Nahhhh no way hahahaha. Tell ya what. I'm going to give you one hour to escape. And when I come back if you're still all tied up I get to tickle you. Sound like a deal?"
We tried to get free for an hour but there was no escaping those ropes. In the end Jenna kept her promise and untied us so she could tie us back up on the twin beds and tickle us. She tickled our helpless feet for an hour. She would switch back and forth and taunted us the entire time. This went on all weekend with them tying us up, Jenna tickling and taunting us and making us smell her feet, their mom gagging us with her worn stockings or Jennas socks if she felt like using them. She also used her sisters nylons which also tasted disgusting.
We had to rub her feet again before I left and the nylons came off so we could kiss them and suck her toes. I wound up swallowing more "toe cheese" as Mrs. Clark called it.
"I talked to your mom and she wants to try this at your house some time."
"Shhhhhhh put a stocking in it" Jenna said and laughed at her own stupid joke.
Mrs. Clark came back upstairs with my mom following behind her. She looked a little surprised to see us both dressed the way we were and tied up and gagged. But she wasn't as angry as I expected her to be. She didn't seem mad at all. She seemed curious.
"So you've been doing this with John for about a year now? And how has it effected his behavior?"
"John was a very spoiled misbehaved boy when he was younger. And he argued a lot when we first started doing this but now he does what we say. He doesn't argue or put up a fight. He says please and thank you and he does all of his chores. Of course I have to continue this exercise because I know if I let him off easy he will revert back to his old ways. He used to play ball in the house and broke almost all the windows. Destroyed lamps. Destroyed a priceless vase that belonged to my ancestors. He cursed and yelled and showed no respect."
"Jake is very similar. He doesn't listen to me or respect my authority as a parent. He barely does his chores unless I give him an allowance. So tell me more."
"I know it seems odd making them dress up like girls. But they are at that age where they will either learn to respect and treat women right or they will learn to treat them like objects or maids. This helps them see what we go through on a daily basis just to live up to the standards of all the men in this world. They will have a much deeper appreciation for women when it's all over. And feminizing John is one of the main things that helped him calm down so much. They are teenage boys who want to act tough all the time. But its hard to be macho when you're wearing a dress or pantyhose."
"So same time next Friday?" my mom asked.
"We would be happy to have Jake stay over again next weekend."
"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmph!"
I begged through my gag for my mom to reconsider. And I begged her the whole way home but her mind was already made up.
Next Friday she dropped me off outside of John's house. Mrs. Clark was waiting for me. John was already dressed. He wore a trainer bra, panties, a yellow dress, and suntan pantyhose.
"Hey Jake. Your clothes are in John's room. Go upstairs and change and then you can join us in the basement. I did as she said and looked so ridiculous in a trainer bra, panties, pink dress, and pink stockings.
We went down to the basement that looked like another room. It had carpets and a couch and TV and there were also two small beds down there.
"The basement is soundproof so this is where you will be spending most of your time."
We laid on the beds and let her tie our wrists behind our backs and then our ankles and knees together. She had a bunch of her worn knee high stockings and I watched her stuff six of them into John's mom and wrap duct tape around it until she was sure he couldn't spit them out.
Then she did the same to me. "Jenna will be home soon. Dinner is in a few hours. Do you want me to turn the TV on?"
"Mmhm" we grunted and shook our heads yes.
"I'm sorry I can't quite understand you. You don't want the TV on?"
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Ggggrrrrrmmmppphhhh!"
"Ok maybe later" she said and went back upstairs.
We were left to struggle against our bonds and moan through our gags until Jenna showed up to make things worse for us.
"Welcome back Jake. Did my mom gag you with her nylons again?"
I made a miserable grunt.
"Aww don't worry you get used to the taste. I know you wish you were sucking on my worn socks instead. They taste ten times better than those gross nylons."
Jenna pulled up a chair and put her socked feet in our faces. "Mmmmm doesn't that smell great? Make sure you take deep whiffs. I want you to get the full aroma of my sweaty feet." The beds weren't far apart so she had the chair in the middle of them and she had one foot in both of our faces. We had no choice but to breathe through our noses because of our gags so we couldn't help but take deep whiffs. I retched behind my tape gag.
"What are you gagging about? You should consider yourself lucky to smell my feet. Now take a deep breath and get a nice big whiff!"
I inhaled her cheesy feet for an hour before dinner was served. They untied us and let us remove our own gags. We ate, used the bathroom, watched a little TV. Of course Mrs. Clark would not give us a break with the gags. She used the socks Jenna had been wearing all day and two worn stockings each which made for a very effective gag and tape wrapped our mouths and heads.
We watched TV upstairs for a few hours. In that time Mrs. Clarks sister stopped over to drop something off to her. Mrs. Clark asked her to put her worn nylon stockings aside so she wouldn't run out of gag material to use for us. She brought a whole bag over and gave it to her sister.
"Hello boys" Ashley said. "My you two are so quiet and well behaved. Probably has something to do with those gags huh? Next time I'm here you can let me know how my stockings taste okay?"
She didn't stay long but they kicked us off the couch so they could watch TV. They made us lay on the floor and then they rested their feet over our faces. Ashley was wearing black nylons with her shoes and she put them right in my face and rested them on my nose. John was forced to smell his moms feet the whole time.
When his aunt left we were bound and gagged for the night. The gags came off in the morning and Mrs. Clark insisted on another foot rub before we could eat breakfast. We rubbed her sweaty feet for ten minutes and even kissed them and licked her soles. Then the stockings came off so we could suck her toes.
I wound up swallowing more of her "toe cheese" as she called it and almost threw up from the taste. After breakfast she told us that she was going to let Jenna have us for the day.
We went to the bathroom again before we went downstairs. I was starting to see what Mrs. Clark meant for having a greater appreciation for what women suffer through. Going to the bathroom was a huge process. I had to pull down the pantyhose, then the panties, hold up the dress I was wearing or pull down the skirt if it was wearing a blouse/skirt combo instead of a dress. Even painting our nails was so time consuming. They insisted on doing two coats of nail polish every time they painted our nails. So first they would paint our nails, wait for them to dry, put another coat on.
Mrs. Clark gagged us with a mix of her worn knee high stockings and some that belonged to Ashley. I couldn't tell which ones were worse. They both tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar. She wrapped duct tape around our heads to keep them in our mouths but she could have got the same result from putting one piece of tape on our lips. But it kept us really quiet and maybe that was the point.
"I won't tie you boys up. I'll let Jenna decide what she wants to do with you. She will be home soon so just sit tight till she gets back."
We waited for her to go back upstairs and then we tried communicating through our gags but it was hopeless. Jenna showed up 20 minutes later and pulled up two chairs and had us sit down. She tied our hands behind us and tied our ankles separately to the legs of the chairs.
"You two look so cute with your dresses and hose. But one thing is missing. Can you guess whats missing? Oh sorry you can't answer me with those gags can you? That must be frustrating. Ok I guess I'll just tell you whats missing. Makeup!"
Jenna covered us in makeup from our eyes to our cheeks. She couldn't do our lips but she took her lipstick out and painted lips over our tape gagged mouths. She even smeared glitter all over cheeks and poured it in our hair.
"Aw you two are sooooo pretty. I wish you could see yourselves. Hmmmm what should I do with you guys next? I could tie you up on the beds and tickle you. Or I could make you sniff my beautiful smelling feet. Or maybe I'll just give you two a break? Nahhhh no way hahahaha. Tell ya what. I'm going to give you one hour to escape. And when I come back if you're still all tied up I get to tickle you. Sound like a deal?"
We tried to get free for an hour but there was no escaping those ropes. In the end Jenna kept her promise and untied us so she could tie us back up on the twin beds and tickle us. She tickled our helpless feet for an hour. She would switch back and forth and taunted us the entire time. This went on all weekend with them tying us up, Jenna tickling and taunting us and making us smell her feet, their mom gagging us with her worn stockings or Jennas socks if she felt like using them. She also used her sisters nylons which also tasted disgusting.
We had to rub her feet again before I left and the nylons came off so we could kiss them and suck her toes. I wound up swallowing more "toe cheese" as Mrs. Clark called it.
"I talked to your mom and she wants to try this at your house some time."
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