Andy and Thomas 23
It felt so good to spit out that huge ball of nylon stockings. I ate breakfast quietly. I envied Thomas who was away for the week with his dad and his brothers. He didn't have to spend his days bound and gagged or dressed like a sissy. I was now completely at the mercy of Mrs. G.
After breakfast she let me use the bathroom and change my clothes. I put on a clean trainer bra, panties, a blue sundress and brown pantyhose. Mrs. G got some more of her worn nylons and told me to "open wide."
I groaned loudly. "Please Mrs. G. I don't want to be gagged anymore. I'll do anything you want."
"You will do anything I want regardless. Now open nice and wide."
I opened up and she stuffed her stockings in and wrapped duct tape around my head.
She gave me the option of being tied up and gagged downstairs or cleaning the house. I chose to clean. I vacuumed the living room and did laundry. I was scrubbed the kitchen floor when Mrs. G walked in.
"You're not done yet? Hurry up Andy. I want that floor to sparkle when you're finished."
I groaned into my tight gag.
It took me a few hours to finish cleaning the house but Mrs G. rewarded me by letting me watch TV on the couch. Of course my gag had to stay on the whole time. Mrs. G joined me and put her nylon clad feet in my lap.
"My feet are so sore. They could use a massage."
I rubbed her sweaty feet while they were in my lap. She wiggled her toes around to taunt me a little. I got too close to her feet and I retched behind my gag when I caught a whiff.
"I'm sorry if my feet don't smell like roses. But they sweat a lot in these nylons. Especially in this summertime heat. But it's a smell you must get used to. Be lucky I'm not having you worship them."
My gag came off for dinner but was put back on almost as fast as it came off. I spent the night gagged but not bound. I wouldn't be as lucky in the next few nights.
The next day after breakfast and house chores Mrs. G took my gag off so I could worship her feet.
I started by massaging them in the living room.
"Are you really serious about doing this every summer until we both graduate?"
"I don't see why not" she said. "It's really only two months out of the year."
"No you can't do that to us! It's not fair! Please I'm begging you! Just let us go!"
I kissed away at her nylon soles. I kissed her arches and toes. Then she took her nylons off and spread her toes.
"Lunchtime" she taunted me. I licked and cleaned between her toes. I wound up swallowing a lot of her "toe cheese" as she called it. I continued to beg and plead with her until she decided to shut me up.
She went and grabbed two pairs of worn nylons and stuffed them in my mouth. Then she took the nylons she had been wearing and stuffed them in too before she wrapped tape around my mouth.
The stockings that were fresh from her feet were soaked in sweat and tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar on my tongue. I gagged at the awful taste and she chuckled.
"I warned you that my feet sweat more in the summertime. But that's what you get for complaining. You can watch TV if you promise to be quiet now."
I nodded my head to let her know I would be quiet. I stayed gagged in front of the TV until it time to eat. At night I got to sleep in Thomas room. I wasn't tied up but I had to be gagged so I couldn't whine or complain anymore.
The next day Fran took me for a walk. She did my makeup and lipstick and fitted me with a brown wig. I was wearing a dark colored sundress and coffee colored pantyhose. And I had to wear these hideous orange heels Mrs. G bought for me.
I decided to try and plead with Fran for a change since we were all alone. We walked around the neighborhood while I whispered to her. "Please Fran. Can you please try and talk Mrs. G out of this? I mean it was your idea originally to have us dress up in your clothes. Tell her its a dumb idea or that we've had enough. Tell her anything. Please Fran I'm begging you."
"Sorry nothing I can do" she said. She wasn't even willing to try because she enjoyed this situation. She got a kick out of seeing two teenage boys dressed up as girls. I think that's why she always volunteered to take us for walks. The makeup, shoes, and wigs completed the look and made us look even more ridiculous than usual.
I was sweating when we passed Rosie's house. I was afraid she would be outside and see me walking around in those ugly orange shoes.
"Don't worry she's not home" Fran said. "I called to see if she was before we went on our walk. But she said she's going to stop by and see you soon."
After my walk Mrs. G let me go in the pool as long as I wore my pink bikini. Then dinner, shower, bathroom, and bed. I was gagged with her worn nylons and duct tape. And she also taped my wrists and bound my ankles with rope.
I slept until the morning when I heard the doorbell ring. I was in Thomas's room again so I was on the second floor. I wondered if maybe it was my mom stopped by unexpected. I rolled off the bed and hopped over to the window. The blinds were all closed but I was able to peek out and see a woman standing at the door.
It wasn't my mom. But it must have been a neighbor or a friend of Mrs. G's I assumed. I heard Mrs. G let her in and saw this as an opportunity to finally get out of this situation. I made as much noise as my gag allowed me to make to get her friends attention.
"MMMPH! MMMMMPPPHH! MMMMMMMPPPH! MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!"
I sat down on the bed and pounded my bound feet on the floor. I grunted and moaned and screamed as loud as that tight tape gag would allow.
I heard footsteps and then the door opened. It was Mrs G. with her friend.
"Here's the noisy culprit" she said.
I recognized her friend. She was the woman that had sold Mrs. G the high heels and other shoes she had bought for us. I let out a huge grunt of frustration when I realized she wasn't going to help me out.
"Try and keep the noise down if you can. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."
I groaned into my gag and waited silently for Mrs. G to set me free. When she did I dropped down and kissed her sweaty nylon feet.
"I'm sorry Mrs. G. I promise I won't do that again."
Mrs. G let me eat. Then she had a surprise. Rosie and Katie were coming over to paint my nails. She also said I would be staying in the basement again and she was going to let the girls tie me up when they got there.
After breakfast she let me use the bathroom and change my clothes. I put on a clean trainer bra, panties, a blue sundress and brown pantyhose. Mrs. G got some more of her worn nylons and told me to "open wide."
I groaned loudly. "Please Mrs. G. I don't want to be gagged anymore. I'll do anything you want."
"You will do anything I want regardless. Now open nice and wide."
I opened up and she stuffed her stockings in and wrapped duct tape around my head.
She gave me the option of being tied up and gagged downstairs or cleaning the house. I chose to clean. I vacuumed the living room and did laundry. I was scrubbed the kitchen floor when Mrs. G walked in.
"You're not done yet? Hurry up Andy. I want that floor to sparkle when you're finished."
I groaned into my tight gag.
It took me a few hours to finish cleaning the house but Mrs G. rewarded me by letting me watch TV on the couch. Of course my gag had to stay on the whole time. Mrs. G joined me and put her nylon clad feet in my lap.
"My feet are so sore. They could use a massage."
I rubbed her sweaty feet while they were in my lap. She wiggled her toes around to taunt me a little. I got too close to her feet and I retched behind my gag when I caught a whiff.
"I'm sorry if my feet don't smell like roses. But they sweat a lot in these nylons. Especially in this summertime heat. But it's a smell you must get used to. Be lucky I'm not having you worship them."
My gag came off for dinner but was put back on almost as fast as it came off. I spent the night gagged but not bound. I wouldn't be as lucky in the next few nights.
The next day after breakfast and house chores Mrs. G took my gag off so I could worship her feet.
I started by massaging them in the living room.
"Are you really serious about doing this every summer until we both graduate?"
"I don't see why not" she said. "It's really only two months out of the year."
"No you can't do that to us! It's not fair! Please I'm begging you! Just let us go!"
I kissed away at her nylon soles. I kissed her arches and toes. Then she took her nylons off and spread her toes.
"Lunchtime" she taunted me. I licked and cleaned between her toes. I wound up swallowing a lot of her "toe cheese" as she called it. I continued to beg and plead with her until she decided to shut me up.
She went and grabbed two pairs of worn nylons and stuffed them in my mouth. Then she took the nylons she had been wearing and stuffed them in too before she wrapped tape around my mouth.
The stockings that were fresh from her feet were soaked in sweat and tasted like a combination of salt and vinegar on my tongue. I gagged at the awful taste and she chuckled.
"I warned you that my feet sweat more in the summertime. But that's what you get for complaining. You can watch TV if you promise to be quiet now."
I nodded my head to let her know I would be quiet. I stayed gagged in front of the TV until it time to eat. At night I got to sleep in Thomas room. I wasn't tied up but I had to be gagged so I couldn't whine or complain anymore.
The next day Fran took me for a walk. She did my makeup and lipstick and fitted me with a brown wig. I was wearing a dark colored sundress and coffee colored pantyhose. And I had to wear these hideous orange heels Mrs. G bought for me.
I decided to try and plead with Fran for a change since we were all alone. We walked around the neighborhood while I whispered to her. "Please Fran. Can you please try and talk Mrs. G out of this? I mean it was your idea originally to have us dress up in your clothes. Tell her its a dumb idea or that we've had enough. Tell her anything. Please Fran I'm begging you."
"Sorry nothing I can do" she said. She wasn't even willing to try because she enjoyed this situation. She got a kick out of seeing two teenage boys dressed up as girls. I think that's why she always volunteered to take us for walks. The makeup, shoes, and wigs completed the look and made us look even more ridiculous than usual.
I was sweating when we passed Rosie's house. I was afraid she would be outside and see me walking around in those ugly orange shoes.
"Don't worry she's not home" Fran said. "I called to see if she was before we went on our walk. But she said she's going to stop by and see you soon."
After my walk Mrs. G let me go in the pool as long as I wore my pink bikini. Then dinner, shower, bathroom, and bed. I was gagged with her worn nylons and duct tape. And she also taped my wrists and bound my ankles with rope.
I slept until the morning when I heard the doorbell ring. I was in Thomas's room again so I was on the second floor. I wondered if maybe it was my mom stopped by unexpected. I rolled off the bed and hopped over to the window. The blinds were all closed but I was able to peek out and see a woman standing at the door.
It wasn't my mom. But it must have been a neighbor or a friend of Mrs. G's I assumed. I heard Mrs. G let her in and saw this as an opportunity to finally get out of this situation. I made as much noise as my gag allowed me to make to get her friends attention.
"MMMPH! MMMMMPPPHH! MMMMMMMPPPH! MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!"
I sat down on the bed and pounded my bound feet on the floor. I grunted and moaned and screamed as loud as that tight tape gag would allow.
I heard footsteps and then the door opened. It was Mrs G. with her friend.
"Here's the noisy culprit" she said.
I recognized her friend. She was the woman that had sold Mrs. G the high heels and other shoes she had bought for us. I let out a huge grunt of frustration when I realized she wasn't going to help me out.
"Try and keep the noise down if you can. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."
I groaned into my gag and waited silently for Mrs. G to set me free. When she did I dropped down and kissed her sweaty nylon feet.
"I'm sorry Mrs. G. I promise I won't do that again."
Mrs. G let me eat. Then she had a surprise. Rosie and Katie were coming over to paint my nails. She also said I would be staying in the basement again and she was going to let the girls tie me up when they got there.
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