Andy and Thomas 8
We were not looking to spend the whole summer dressed as girls. But there mom (I guess I'll call her Mrs. G) gave us a break from being tormented by Rob and Mark for a few weeks. But when those weeks were up and school was out she talked to my mom about me spending most of the summer at their house. My mom was fine with it as long as it was ok with Mrs. B. Of course my mom didn't know what was really going on there and I was too embarrassed to say anything.
On the first day of summer Mrs. B took us shopping so we wouldn't have to keep wearing Fran's clothes. She took us to a store owned by her friend before it officially opened so we could shop in private.
"Hello Thomas. And oh this must be Andy. What cute girls they are going to make. So what can I get you?"
"Oh they are going to need the works" Mrs. B said. "Trainer bras, panties, some light summer dress, skirts and blouses. Oh and pantyhose. Lots of pantyhose. They look so adorable in pantyhose. You should see them."
We watched while they picked everything out for us. Of course that wasn't enough. They made us try everything on. They even opened up the packages of hosiery so we could try those on. We came out everytime we tried on a new dress or hose so they could see us.
"Your right. They do look so adorable in pantyhose."
Mrs. B paid for everything and her friend bagged everything up. We begged her the whole ride home not to do this to us.
Fran was waiting for us when we got back to paint our fingernails and toenails. The color she chose was orange. When our nails were dried we put on trainer bras, panties, sun dresses, and pantyhose. My pantyhose were brown and his were black. Then Mrs. B showed us her surprise.
"I've been wearing knee high stockings for weeks and putting all the worn pairs aside. I've got about 28 pairs saved up and I'll keep wearing new ones every day for gagging material. Now open wide."
We reluctantly opened wide so she could stuff one pair in our mouths. "Rob would you do the honor of gagging these two?"
"I'd be happy to" Rob said and wrapped duct tape around our mouths five times.
"Do you really need to use that much duct tape?" she asked.
"Yes if you want them to be quiet."
"Fair enough I guess."
"And don't worry guys. If mom runs low on stockings I have plenty of dirty socks" Rob said.
We groaned into our tape gags.
"Ok boys this house coud use some cleaning so would you like Rob to bring you downstairs or do you want to clean up around here?"
We were gagged so we just pointed to some cleaning supplies and she understood.
Mrs. B sat on the couch and kicked up her nylon feet while we vacuumed, scrubbed, swept and mopped, dusted, and did laundry. It took hours but when we were done our big reward was going down to the basement with Rob. He taped our fists and then taped our wrists together in front of us. Our ankles were bound with rope and he laid us down on the cots and briefly tickled our nylon clad feet.
We stayed like that until dinner time. I was so relieved to get that tape off and spit out those salty nylon stockings. I still wasn't able to get the taste out of my mouth. She let us watch a little TV and then we were tied up and gagged for the whole entire night downstairs again.
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmpppppphhhhh!" We spent hours screaming through our gags but it did no good.
We woke up the next morning to Rob and Mark tickling our stocking covered feet. They untaped and untied us.
"You can go to the bathroom. But mom wants you to keep your gags on until breakfast is all ready."
We sat at the table gagged until breakfast was ready. Fran stayed over the night before and heard our muffled complaints.
"These two were real noisy last night. You might want to use more nylons to gag them."
"Way ahead of you" Mrs. G said. "I'm thinking six nylons each will shut them up."
We groaned through our gags when we heard this.
The gags came off so we could eat but they went right back on as fast as they came off. Mrs. G decided to keep her word and used six stockings each to gag us before Rob and Mark wrapped tape tightly around our mouths and heads to silence us.
We spent most of our day in the basement bound, gagged, and being tickled by Rob. Mark and Fran would occasionally help him tickle us. Even Mrs. G came down to see us and decided to give it a try.
"Wow they are soooo ticklish" she remarked.
They freed us again for lunch, dinner, and bathroom breaks and then we spent another night bound and gagged in that hot basement.
The next morning we woke up to Mrs. G tickling our feet. She took the tape off our hands and untied our ankles and knees.
"Be good boys and keep those gags on until I say you can take them off." We grunted and nodded our heads yes.
We went to the bathroom and she let us take the gags off when breakfast was served. We begged during breakfast for her to give us a break. But then she told us "as fast as those gags come off they can go right back on" and we shut up after she said that.
But that's exactly what happened. As soon as we ate breakfast the gags went back on as fast as she took them off. Our mouths were packed with six worn knee high stockings each and our heads were wrapped with tape.
"I'm going to do something nice today and let you guys watch a little TV."
She escorted us to the living room where Rob was waiting with a little surprise. Rope.
Instead of wrapping our hands with tape, he tied our wrists in front of us. Then our ankles and knees. Then he used more rope to connect our bound wrists to our ankles in whats called a reverse hogtie. He laid us on our sides on the couch so our feet were almost touching.
There was a desk behind the couch where Mrs. G would sit and do her work sometimes. We watched TV in silence minus the odd grunt or muffled groan as we tried to get adjusted to the taste of her smelly, sweaty, stinky worn nylons. To torture us further she would roll her desk chair over to the couch sometimes, lean over the couch, and tickle our stockinged feet.
"MMMPH!" I cried out.
"Relax Andy. I'm just messing with you guys."
"Grrrmmmmffff mmmmm mmmpmmhhphpphpph!"
"What's that? Sorry I can't understand a word you're saying with those gags on. And I'm really sorry about the taste but you will get used to it. Besides I bet my stockings taste better than your brothers socks right Thomas?" Thomas released a furious grunt from his tight tape gag.
That night we were tied up again in the basement and Rob and Mark tickled our helpless feet four hours on end. This went on for the whole first week. We would wake up, eat breakfast, change our girly clothes to something new, put on new pantyhose, get tied up and gagged and tickled. Then we would spend our whole nights in that sweaty basement tied up and gagged.
On the first day of summer Mrs. B took us shopping so we wouldn't have to keep wearing Fran's clothes. She took us to a store owned by her friend before it officially opened so we could shop in private.
"Hello Thomas. And oh this must be Andy. What cute girls they are going to make. So what can I get you?"
"Oh they are going to need the works" Mrs. B said. "Trainer bras, panties, some light summer dress, skirts and blouses. Oh and pantyhose. Lots of pantyhose. They look so adorable in pantyhose. You should see them."
We watched while they picked everything out for us. Of course that wasn't enough. They made us try everything on. They even opened up the packages of hosiery so we could try those on. We came out everytime we tried on a new dress or hose so they could see us.
"Your right. They do look so adorable in pantyhose."
Mrs. B paid for everything and her friend bagged everything up. We begged her the whole ride home not to do this to us.
Fran was waiting for us when we got back to paint our fingernails and toenails. The color she chose was orange. When our nails were dried we put on trainer bras, panties, sun dresses, and pantyhose. My pantyhose were brown and his were black. Then Mrs. B showed us her surprise.
"I've been wearing knee high stockings for weeks and putting all the worn pairs aside. I've got about 28 pairs saved up and I'll keep wearing new ones every day for gagging material. Now open wide."
We reluctantly opened wide so she could stuff one pair in our mouths. "Rob would you do the honor of gagging these two?"
"I'd be happy to" Rob said and wrapped duct tape around our mouths five times.
"Do you really need to use that much duct tape?" she asked.
"Yes if you want them to be quiet."
"Fair enough I guess."
"And don't worry guys. If mom runs low on stockings I have plenty of dirty socks" Rob said.
We groaned into our tape gags.
"Ok boys this house coud use some cleaning so would you like Rob to bring you downstairs or do you want to clean up around here?"
We were gagged so we just pointed to some cleaning supplies and she understood.
Mrs. B sat on the couch and kicked up her nylon feet while we vacuumed, scrubbed, swept and mopped, dusted, and did laundry. It took hours but when we were done our big reward was going down to the basement with Rob. He taped our fists and then taped our wrists together in front of us. Our ankles were bound with rope and he laid us down on the cots and briefly tickled our nylon clad feet.
We stayed like that until dinner time. I was so relieved to get that tape off and spit out those salty nylon stockings. I still wasn't able to get the taste out of my mouth. She let us watch a little TV and then we were tied up and gagged for the whole entire night downstairs again.
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmpppppphhhhh!" We spent hours screaming through our gags but it did no good.
We woke up the next morning to Rob and Mark tickling our stocking covered feet. They untaped and untied us.
"You can go to the bathroom. But mom wants you to keep your gags on until breakfast is all ready."
We sat at the table gagged until breakfast was ready. Fran stayed over the night before and heard our muffled complaints.
"These two were real noisy last night. You might want to use more nylons to gag them."
"Way ahead of you" Mrs. G said. "I'm thinking six nylons each will shut them up."
We groaned through our gags when we heard this.
The gags came off so we could eat but they went right back on as fast as they came off. Mrs. G decided to keep her word and used six stockings each to gag us before Rob and Mark wrapped tape tightly around our mouths and heads to silence us.
We spent most of our day in the basement bound, gagged, and being tickled by Rob. Mark and Fran would occasionally help him tickle us. Even Mrs. G came down to see us and decided to give it a try.
"Wow they are soooo ticklish" she remarked.
They freed us again for lunch, dinner, and bathroom breaks and then we spent another night bound and gagged in that hot basement.
The next morning we woke up to Mrs. G tickling our feet. She took the tape off our hands and untied our ankles and knees.
"Be good boys and keep those gags on until I say you can take them off." We grunted and nodded our heads yes.
We went to the bathroom and she let us take the gags off when breakfast was served. We begged during breakfast for her to give us a break. But then she told us "as fast as those gags come off they can go right back on" and we shut up after she said that.
But that's exactly what happened. As soon as we ate breakfast the gags went back on as fast as she took them off. Our mouths were packed with six worn knee high stockings each and our heads were wrapped with tape.
"I'm going to do something nice today and let you guys watch a little TV."
She escorted us to the living room where Rob was waiting with a little surprise. Rope.
Instead of wrapping our hands with tape, he tied our wrists in front of us. Then our ankles and knees. Then he used more rope to connect our bound wrists to our ankles in whats called a reverse hogtie. He laid us on our sides on the couch so our feet were almost touching.
There was a desk behind the couch where Mrs. G would sit and do her work sometimes. We watched TV in silence minus the odd grunt or muffled groan as we tried to get adjusted to the taste of her smelly, sweaty, stinky worn nylons. To torture us further she would roll her desk chair over to the couch sometimes, lean over the couch, and tickle our stockinged feet.
"MMMPH!" I cried out.
"Relax Andy. I'm just messing with you guys."
"Grrrmmmmffff mmmmm mmmpmmhhphpphpph!"
"What's that? Sorry I can't understand a word you're saying with those gags on. And I'm really sorry about the taste but you will get used to it. Besides I bet my stockings taste better than your brothers socks right Thomas?" Thomas released a furious grunt from his tight tape gag.
That night we were tied up again in the basement and Rob and Mark tickled our helpless feet four hours on end. This went on for the whole first week. We would wake up, eat breakfast, change our girly clothes to something new, put on new pantyhose, get tied up and gagged and tickled. Then we would spend our whole nights in that sweaty basement tied up and gagged.
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