Thomas 8
I told my mom I found a job and that I would be spending the summer with friends. She didn't seem to mind and it was a lot easier than telling her the truth that I was going to be spending the summer as a crossdressed sissy.
On the first day of summer Barbra and Kristen took me shopping again. I already had bras, panties, dresses, and pantyhose but Barbra decided to add to my wardrobe. We went to the mall and went to a store where Barbra's friend Lorraine worked. Lorraine knew my mom but she promised not to say anything to her.
"What a cute girl he's going to make" Lorraine said.
"Oh you she should see him all dressed up in a dress and hosiery. He looks adorable."
"So what will it be?"
"I'm going to need some more pantyhose for him. And I don't want him to be too hot this summer so I guess some sundresses will be good. He could also use some extra bras and panties."
I watched helplessly while they picked everything out for me. I even tried some of it on before Barbra paid for it. I put on my regular clothes after that but under my pants they made me wear a pair of coffee colored pantyhose. When I was done they made me pick out a pair of shoes. Well they actually picked for me. It was a pair of black shoes with heels. They made me try them on before they bought them.
We stopped by the health and beauty store where Brooke and Nicole worked so they could say hello to them. They made me take off my shoes to show them I was wearing pantyhose under my pants.
They took me over to Kim's house afterwards where I put on a bra stuffed with padding, panties, a white sundress. They made me keep the coffee colored pantyhose on. I was tied up in Kim's guest room and gagged with three pairs of nylons (six stockings) and duct tape.
Kim and Barbra had been putting their worn stockings aside for the occasion. They wanted to make sure they didn't run out of material to gag me. Even Barbra's daughter Kristen and her friend Sharlene had been wearing knee high stockings to add to the growing collection of gagging material.
"You think six stockings is enough?" Kristen taunted me.
I let out a furious grunt to make it clear that six gross smelly stockings were more than enough.
I stayed bound and gagged until dinner. By then Barbra and Kristen had gone home. Before I was allowed to eat Kim had me kneel at her feet.
"We went easy on you before but that changes today. From this point forward you will refer to me only as Master. And as our slave you will do everything we command you to do. Now worship my feet before you eat dinner."
"Yes Master" I said and rubbed her sweaty nylon feet. She was wearing black stockings that were drenched in sweat.
"Kiss them" she said.
"Yes Master" I sighed and kissed her stinky soles.
"Don't forget the arch."
"Yes Master" I said again and kissed and licked her curvy arches.
"Now lick my feet from top to bottom. I don't want you to stop until my sweat is replaced with your saliva."
"Yes Master." I licked her feet all over. She took her gross nylons off afterwards.
"Now clean between my toes. A lot of sweat gets trapped in there. I want you to get every last drop of sweat. Understood?"
"Yes Master" I said and licked between every smelly, sweaty toe.
I spent the rest of the night gagged with nylons and tape. She didn't tie me up. Instead she made me lay at the foot of her bed and sniff her feet until she fell asleep.
"Deef whiffs" she said. "I want to feel the air passing between my toes. I want you to experience the full aroma of my cheesy smelling feet." I sighed but continued to smell her smelly nylon clad feet. I inhaled deeply and dragged my nose up and down. Her soles were so sweaty that my nose slid up and down her nylons.
The next day I was scrubbing the kitchen floor. I was wearing a bra stuffed with padding, panties, an orange sundress and suntan pantyhose.
"You're not done yet? Hurry up slave. I want that floor to sparkle when you're done."
I wasn't thrilled with her referring to me as a slave. When this first started with Barbra it was kind of fun. I can't deny that I enjoyed the feeling of womens clothing. But now they were being more demanding and dominant. And being referred to as a slave was just degrading. It was even more humiliating having to refer to Kim as Master.
Of course I couldn't protest because my mouth was stuffed with worn nylons and my lips were duct taped. I just scrubbed the floor in silence until Kristen paid me a visit.
"Hey slave" she said. I groaned into my gag. "My mom told me to tell you she'll be stopping by later."
I ignored her as best as I could well I scrubbed the kitchen floor. But Kristen hated being ignored and she took the opportunity to humiliate me further.
"You looks ridiculous" she laughed. "Look at you. You've been robbed of your manhood and dignity. Your wearing a bra stuffed with padding. You're wearing a dress and pantyhose for crying out loud! You're so pathetic." I endured Kristen's verbal abuse as I cleaned the house silently thanks to my uncomfortable gag.
She was right though. Kim and her mom had robbed me of my manhood and dignity. I was an 18 year old high school graduate who had to spend his entire summer dressed like a sissy.
Barbra came by that night and they fed me...with their toes. Pizza again. I nibbled the pizza that Barbra and Kim held between their toes. When I was done I had to lick all the grease and sauce from their soles and between their toes.
On the first day of summer Barbra and Kristen took me shopping again. I already had bras, panties, dresses, and pantyhose but Barbra decided to add to my wardrobe. We went to the mall and went to a store where Barbra's friend Lorraine worked. Lorraine knew my mom but she promised not to say anything to her.
"What a cute girl he's going to make" Lorraine said.
"Oh you she should see him all dressed up in a dress and hosiery. He looks adorable."
"So what will it be?"
"I'm going to need some more pantyhose for him. And I don't want him to be too hot this summer so I guess some sundresses will be good. He could also use some extra bras and panties."
I watched helplessly while they picked everything out for me. I even tried some of it on before Barbra paid for it. I put on my regular clothes after that but under my pants they made me wear a pair of coffee colored pantyhose. When I was done they made me pick out a pair of shoes. Well they actually picked for me. It was a pair of black shoes with heels. They made me try them on before they bought them.
We stopped by the health and beauty store where Brooke and Nicole worked so they could say hello to them. They made me take off my shoes to show them I was wearing pantyhose under my pants.
They took me over to Kim's house afterwards where I put on a bra stuffed with padding, panties, a white sundress. They made me keep the coffee colored pantyhose on. I was tied up in Kim's guest room and gagged with three pairs of nylons (six stockings) and duct tape.
Kim and Barbra had been putting their worn stockings aside for the occasion. They wanted to make sure they didn't run out of material to gag me. Even Barbra's daughter Kristen and her friend Sharlene had been wearing knee high stockings to add to the growing collection of gagging material.
"You think six stockings is enough?" Kristen taunted me.
I let out a furious grunt to make it clear that six gross smelly stockings were more than enough.
I stayed bound and gagged until dinner. By then Barbra and Kristen had gone home. Before I was allowed to eat Kim had me kneel at her feet.
"We went easy on you before but that changes today. From this point forward you will refer to me only as Master. And as our slave you will do everything we command you to do. Now worship my feet before you eat dinner."
"Yes Master" I said and rubbed her sweaty nylon feet. She was wearing black stockings that were drenched in sweat.
"Kiss them" she said.
"Yes Master" I sighed and kissed her stinky soles.
"Don't forget the arch."
"Yes Master" I said again and kissed and licked her curvy arches.
"Now lick my feet from top to bottom. I don't want you to stop until my sweat is replaced with your saliva."
"Yes Master." I licked her feet all over. She took her gross nylons off afterwards.
"Now clean between my toes. A lot of sweat gets trapped in there. I want you to get every last drop of sweat. Understood?"
"Yes Master" I said and licked between every smelly, sweaty toe.
I spent the rest of the night gagged with nylons and tape. She didn't tie me up. Instead she made me lay at the foot of her bed and sniff her feet until she fell asleep.
"Deef whiffs" she said. "I want to feel the air passing between my toes. I want you to experience the full aroma of my cheesy smelling feet." I sighed but continued to smell her smelly nylon clad feet. I inhaled deeply and dragged my nose up and down. Her soles were so sweaty that my nose slid up and down her nylons.
The next day I was scrubbing the kitchen floor. I was wearing a bra stuffed with padding, panties, an orange sundress and suntan pantyhose.
"You're not done yet? Hurry up slave. I want that floor to sparkle when you're done."
I wasn't thrilled with her referring to me as a slave. When this first started with Barbra it was kind of fun. I can't deny that I enjoyed the feeling of womens clothing. But now they were being more demanding and dominant. And being referred to as a slave was just degrading. It was even more humiliating having to refer to Kim as Master.
Of course I couldn't protest because my mouth was stuffed with worn nylons and my lips were duct taped. I just scrubbed the floor in silence until Kristen paid me a visit.
"Hey slave" she said. I groaned into my gag. "My mom told me to tell you she'll be stopping by later."
I ignored her as best as I could well I scrubbed the kitchen floor. But Kristen hated being ignored and she took the opportunity to humiliate me further.
"You looks ridiculous" she laughed. "Look at you. You've been robbed of your manhood and dignity. Your wearing a bra stuffed with padding. You're wearing a dress and pantyhose for crying out loud! You're so pathetic." I endured Kristen's verbal abuse as I cleaned the house silently thanks to my uncomfortable gag.
She was right though. Kim and her mom had robbed me of my manhood and dignity. I was an 18 year old high school graduate who had to spend his entire summer dressed like a sissy.
Barbra came by that night and they fed me...with their toes. Pizza again. I nibbled the pizza that Barbra and Kim held between their toes. When I was done I had to lick all the grease and sauce from their soles and between their toes.
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