Andy and Thomas 14
Thomas and I stayed cuffed hand and foot and gagged on the couch in the living room. We watched TV silently with our mouths stuffed with nylons and the ballgags on. Rob would walk in and out occasionally to tickle our feet and taunt and tease us.
Mrs. G came in at one point and we both begged and pleaded through our gags for her to show some mercy. "I'm sorry but I can't understand either of you with those gags on. Just sit tight until dinner is ready."
We watched TV most of the day and Rob finally removed the cuffs when dinner was ready. It was a huge relief to gag those gags off and spit out the mouthful of nylons. After dinner we showered and used the bathroom. Then Rob brought us downstairs.
We were cuffed hand and foot and then he stuffed a bunch of stockings in our mouths and ballgagged us for the night. This was crazy. I was chained up and gagged in my friends basement. Not a day went by that we weren't bound and gagged and not a day went by where we didn't have to dress up in girls clothing. Our fingers and toes were painted every week. We were missing out on the whole summer.
I fell asleep later on and woke up in the morning to Rob tickling my stockinged feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted. "Cootchie cootchie coo."
I groaned miserably through my gag. He unlocked our cuffs and let us take our gags off for breakfast.
In the afternoon Fran picked out new clothes for us. Trainer bras, panties, yellow sundresses and suntan pantyhose. Then she covered us in makeup and put wigs on us. My wig was blond and his was brown. She brought black flat shoes in our sizes and had us put them on.
She took us for a walk around the neighborhood so we could get out a little. We wound up running into a friend of Frans who asked who we were.
"Oh these are my cousins Amanda and Tina" she lied. I was so humiliated though. Nobody else seemed to notice us on our walk though. When we went back to Mrs. G's house we got to eat dinner, shower, go to the bathroom before Rob and Mark tied us up and gagged us in the basement.
"Mom told us to go easy on you tonight and use tape instead of those ballgags. Lucky for you." They used her dirty smelly stockings to gag us and wrapped duct tape around our heads five times.
I woke up the next morning to Rob tickled my feet again. "Cootchie cootchie coo." That's how they woke us up every morning. If it wasn't Rob tickling my feet it was Mark or Fran or Mrs G.
Each day was pretty much the same with some breaks in between. Mrs. G let us go swimming a few days that week as long as we wore the pink bikinis she bought for us. Fran took us for a few walks. We bumped into Rosie one day and she had another good laugh at us wearing girly clothes and makeup with wigs.
But we spent most of that week bound and gagged in the basement. They gave the cuffs and ballgags a rest and went back to using rope and duct tape.
The next week was pretty much the same. Rosie and Katie stopped by one day to paint our nails which was so humiliating. They used red nail polish and stuck around for dinner.
And the week after that was just as uneventful for us. One day we were sitting tape gagged as the table waiting for breakfast and Mrs. G saw my annoyed face. "Aw patience Andy. You only have two more weeks of summer after this." I sobbed when I heard this.
One day that week their dad came home and Thomas was set free so his dad wouldn't ask any questions. Of course that meant I had to stay in the basement. Mark tied my knees and ankles with rope and Rob made me ball my fists up to he took wrap tape around my hands. Then he crossed my wrists and tape them too.
My gag was ridiculous. Two of Rob's socks were stuffed in my mouth and then five wraps of tape were used to gag me. Then an ace bandage was wrapped around my head. Then five more wraps of duct tape. Then another ace bandage over that. My cheeks were bulging and I couldn't make a sound.
I was left for hours. You don't realize how helpless a gag makes you feel until you're really gagged. I was completely robbed of my speech. Mark came down later when their dad was out and untied and taped me. He gave me strict instructions not to remove my gag and to use the bathroom quickly. I went to the bathroom and then it was back downstairs where I was bound and taped hand and foot.
A spent a few more hours like that before Rob came downstairs. He had a deal for me. He said he would remove my gag if we played a game. I was so happy about the thought of getting that gag off so I just shook my head yes. He removed the bandages and the tape and I spit out his socks. But thats when I noticed the other socks and nylons he had.
"Here's the game. I'm going to blindfold you and then stuff these into your mouth one at a time. And you get to guess who they belong to. There's no reward if you guess right but I won't punish you if you guess right." He used a bandana to blindfold me and then stuffed a worn sock in my mouth.
"Go ahead and chew on it a bit. See if you can guess by the taste."
I sucked on that sweaty sock and when he took it out I guessed it was his. "You're right."
He then stuffed two worn stockings in my mouth. I was so familiar with the taste of his moms stockings at this point. They tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar. As soon as he took them out I guessed right that they were his moms. He put another sock in my mouth.
This sock tasted bad but not nearly as bad as Rob's socks usually taste. So I guessed it was Mark's. He told me I was right and then stuffed two more stockings in my mouth. I had no choice but to chew and munch on these nasty stockings.
They tasted horrible but not nearly as bad as Mrs. G's sweaty feet do. When he took them out I guessed it was his aunts. I was correct again.
This went on for a little while before he finally gagged me again and let me use the bathroom one more time before he tied me up for the night.
Their dad left again the next day and Thomas was right back downstairs in the basement with me. This went on until the end of summer. There were five days left before school and Mrs. G made us a deal. She said if we worshipped her feet one more time she would give us a break and let us go enjoy the last few days of summer.
We didn't want to touch her gross sweaty feet but we didn't have a choice. We massaged them first. Then we kiss and licked the soles. She took her tan nylons off so we could clean her toes properly. We sucked on our toes and licked between them. I wound swallowing some of her "toe cheese" again.
"Are you going to miss the taste of my toe cheese Andy?" she teased me.
After dinner that night she reminded us about Fran's idea. "Don't think you're off the hook forever. I haven't forgotten about our talk. We will be doing this again next summer and maybe even the summer after that."
"NOOOOO!" we said. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US AGAIN! IT'S NOT FAIR! WE MISSED OUT ON THE WHOLE SUMMER! WE DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT AGAIN. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO US."
Mrs. G got tired of hearing us so she made Rob stuff our mouths with worn socks and gag us with duct tape wraps. We spent our last night bound and gagged in the basement. Then Mrs. G kept her promise and let me go home and let us enjoy the last few days of summer. But we still had next summer to look forward to.
Mrs. G came in at one point and we both begged and pleaded through our gags for her to show some mercy. "I'm sorry but I can't understand either of you with those gags on. Just sit tight until dinner is ready."
We watched TV most of the day and Rob finally removed the cuffs when dinner was ready. It was a huge relief to gag those gags off and spit out the mouthful of nylons. After dinner we showered and used the bathroom. Then Rob brought us downstairs.
We were cuffed hand and foot and then he stuffed a bunch of stockings in our mouths and ballgagged us for the night. This was crazy. I was chained up and gagged in my friends basement. Not a day went by that we weren't bound and gagged and not a day went by where we didn't have to dress up in girls clothing. Our fingers and toes were painted every week. We were missing out on the whole summer.
I fell asleep later on and woke up in the morning to Rob tickling my stockinged feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted. "Cootchie cootchie coo."
I groaned miserably through my gag. He unlocked our cuffs and let us take our gags off for breakfast.
In the afternoon Fran picked out new clothes for us. Trainer bras, panties, yellow sundresses and suntan pantyhose. Then she covered us in makeup and put wigs on us. My wig was blond and his was brown. She brought black flat shoes in our sizes and had us put them on.
She took us for a walk around the neighborhood so we could get out a little. We wound up running into a friend of Frans who asked who we were.
"Oh these are my cousins Amanda and Tina" she lied. I was so humiliated though. Nobody else seemed to notice us on our walk though. When we went back to Mrs. G's house we got to eat dinner, shower, go to the bathroom before Rob and Mark tied us up and gagged us in the basement.
"Mom told us to go easy on you tonight and use tape instead of those ballgags. Lucky for you." They used her dirty smelly stockings to gag us and wrapped duct tape around our heads five times.
I woke up the next morning to Rob tickled my feet again. "Cootchie cootchie coo." That's how they woke us up every morning. If it wasn't Rob tickling my feet it was Mark or Fran or Mrs G.
Each day was pretty much the same with some breaks in between. Mrs. G let us go swimming a few days that week as long as we wore the pink bikinis she bought for us. Fran took us for a few walks. We bumped into Rosie one day and she had another good laugh at us wearing girly clothes and makeup with wigs.
But we spent most of that week bound and gagged in the basement. They gave the cuffs and ballgags a rest and went back to using rope and duct tape.
The next week was pretty much the same. Rosie and Katie stopped by one day to paint our nails which was so humiliating. They used red nail polish and stuck around for dinner.
And the week after that was just as uneventful for us. One day we were sitting tape gagged as the table waiting for breakfast and Mrs. G saw my annoyed face. "Aw patience Andy. You only have two more weeks of summer after this." I sobbed when I heard this.
One day that week their dad came home and Thomas was set free so his dad wouldn't ask any questions. Of course that meant I had to stay in the basement. Mark tied my knees and ankles with rope and Rob made me ball my fists up to he took wrap tape around my hands. Then he crossed my wrists and tape them too.
My gag was ridiculous. Two of Rob's socks were stuffed in my mouth and then five wraps of tape were used to gag me. Then an ace bandage was wrapped around my head. Then five more wraps of duct tape. Then another ace bandage over that. My cheeks were bulging and I couldn't make a sound.
I was left for hours. You don't realize how helpless a gag makes you feel until you're really gagged. I was completely robbed of my speech. Mark came down later when their dad was out and untied and taped me. He gave me strict instructions not to remove my gag and to use the bathroom quickly. I went to the bathroom and then it was back downstairs where I was bound and taped hand and foot.
A spent a few more hours like that before Rob came downstairs. He had a deal for me. He said he would remove my gag if we played a game. I was so happy about the thought of getting that gag off so I just shook my head yes. He removed the bandages and the tape and I spit out his socks. But thats when I noticed the other socks and nylons he had.
"Here's the game. I'm going to blindfold you and then stuff these into your mouth one at a time. And you get to guess who they belong to. There's no reward if you guess right but I won't punish you if you guess right." He used a bandana to blindfold me and then stuffed a worn sock in my mouth.
"Go ahead and chew on it a bit. See if you can guess by the taste."
I sucked on that sweaty sock and when he took it out I guessed it was his. "You're right."
He then stuffed two worn stockings in my mouth. I was so familiar with the taste of his moms stockings at this point. They tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar. As soon as he took them out I guessed right that they were his moms. He put another sock in my mouth.
This sock tasted bad but not nearly as bad as Rob's socks usually taste. So I guessed it was Mark's. He told me I was right and then stuffed two more stockings in my mouth. I had no choice but to chew and munch on these nasty stockings.
They tasted horrible but not nearly as bad as Mrs. G's sweaty feet do. When he took them out I guessed it was his aunts. I was correct again.
This went on for a little while before he finally gagged me again and let me use the bathroom one more time before he tied me up for the night.
Their dad left again the next day and Thomas was right back downstairs in the basement with me. This went on until the end of summer. There were five days left before school and Mrs. G made us a deal. She said if we worshipped her feet one more time she would give us a break and let us go enjoy the last few days of summer.
We didn't want to touch her gross sweaty feet but we didn't have a choice. We massaged them first. Then we kiss and licked the soles. She took her tan nylons off so we could clean her toes properly. We sucked on our toes and licked between them. I wound swallowing some of her "toe cheese" again.
"Are you going to miss the taste of my toe cheese Andy?" she teased me.
After dinner that night she reminded us about Fran's idea. "Don't think you're off the hook forever. I haven't forgotten about our talk. We will be doing this again next summer and maybe even the summer after that."
"NOOOOO!" we said. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US AGAIN! IT'S NOT FAIR! WE MISSED OUT ON THE WHOLE SUMMER! WE DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT AGAIN. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO US."
Mrs. G got tired of hearing us so she made Rob stuff our mouths with worn socks and gag us with duct tape wraps. We spent our last night bound and gagged in the basement. Then Mrs. G kept her promise and let me go home and let us enjoy the last few days of summer. But we still had next summer to look forward to.
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