Fictional Tie Up Stories

The last few weeks of summer went by fast. Every week Rosie and Katie came by to paint our fingers and toes. Every day we woke up bound and gagged to Rob tickling our nylon feet. Every day we changed into a new dress and pantyhose. We cleaned up the house every day wearing our shoes that Mrs. G bought us. We were usually gagged to silence our protests. Sometimes she would let us watch TV but we were always tied up and gagged on the couch. A few days before summer was over Mrs. G had a gift for us. The gift was that we could earn our freedom and enjoy the last few days of summer if we worshipped her feet again. We weren't looking forward to it but we just accepted it was our only chance to enjoy the last days of summer. We bowed at her feet in the living room and planted kisses all over her nylon feet. "Kiss my soles" she said and raised her feet in our faces. "Don't forget the arches" she said and we kissed her arches. "Now lick from my heels t...

"Your friend Derek stopped by" Rob said. "I told him you guys were a little tied up right now." I grunted into my tight tape wrap gag. "Relax Andy. It's not so bad. You could be gagged with my socks instead. But I can arrange that later if you'd like." I glared at him and grunted through my gag again. This was Mrs. G's second day away. Fran was in charge of us for the first day. Now it was Rob's turn. We stayed tied up and gagged on the couch until Rob ordered pizza for dinner. We were finally free to remove those awful gags. It felt so good to spit out that droll soaked ball of stockings. We ate, used the bathroom, and were brought down to the basement for the night. Rob taped our fists and then taped our wrists together. He used rope to bind our ankles and knees. Then he had a special surprise for us. He had two pairs of dirty socks that he used to pack our mouths. Our cheeks were bulging when he tape gagged us. "Got to keep...

We were tied up and gagged on the couch and left in the care of Fran. We were laid down on our sides. At one point Fran sat down on the couch and rested her bare feet right by my face. I tried to scream "get your feet outta my face!" but with a mouthful of nylons and layers of tape it just came out as muffled grunts and gag noises. "Sorry Andy. I hope my feet don't smell too bad. It is the summer though and its very hot out. If they smell and you want me to move them all you have to do is ask. Oh I'm sorry I'm always forgetting but you can't really ask for anything with those gags can you? It must be frustrating." It was frustrating. The tight gags robbed us of our speech. We couldn't speak up or call for help. As much as I hated the gags I hated our clothes more. We were two 13 year old boys being forced to dress like sissies every day. I was wearing a sundress and pantyhose for crying out loud. Our nails were painted every week. Fran kept...