Andy and Thomas 17
Mrs G let us going swimming for the rest of the week as a reward for spending all that time bound and gagged in Thomas's room. But we had to wear our pink bikinis every time we went swimming. It was so freaking humiliating. We spent the rest of our time bound and gagged in the remodeled basement. They fixed it up but there were still two cots down there for us to lay down on. Every day was a new dress and a new pair of pantyhose to wear. Every morning Rob would wake us up by tickling our feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he would taunt us. I would just glare at him angrily. I couldn't say anything because of my tight gag. Mrs. G kept telling us we would get used to the taste of her worn nylons but there was no getting used to that taste. We spent the majority of our days with those gags on. They only removed them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We spent at least 22 to 23 hours out of the day gagged. Even if we were cleaning the house Mrs. G insisted we be gagged so...