Andy and Thomas 25

I spent the day bound and gagged on the couch. Mrs. G freed me for dinner and bathroom breaks. Then I spent the night bound and gagged downstairs alone. I'm sure Thomas didn't miss this but I missed him being there. At least we were in it together. Now I was alone and at the mercy of Mrs. G.
I woke up to Mrs. G tickling my stockinged feet.
"Cootchie cootchie coo" she taunted me like Rob did.

I just groaned into my tight tape gag. I was so miserable. She freed me again for breakfast. Then she waited for Rosie and Katie to arrive.

They picked out a clean trainer bra and panties for me. Then a green sundress and tan colored pantyhose. Then they had a surprise for me. They got the hand and leg cuff set and ballgag that Rob had bought for us.
"Ohhh no" I groaned. "Not the ballgag. Anything but that."

"Sorry but Mrs. G said we're in charge and we can do anything we want."

I dropped to my hands and knees and started kissing their feet. They had been wearing flip flops but had taken them off. So I was actually kissing their sweaty bare summer feet. Two girls my age who went to the same school as me and I was kissing their feet and begging them for mercy.

"If you want to kiss our feet you can do it later."
Rosie cuffed me hand and foot while Katie rounded up some worn stockings from Mrs. G. They stuffed my mouth and secured the straps of the ballgag behind my head. Then I got to work.

I had to sweep and vacuum. I did laundry and made beds. I had some mobility because of the slack in the cuffs but I had to move slow. I was scrubbed the kitchen floor when Mrs. G came in.
"Mmmph. Mmmph. Mmmph." I tugged at the straps of my ballgag.
"I know you hate that ballgag but it wasn't my decision. You can thank Rosie and Katie for that. Keep that gag on until you're done cleaning."

Every time the cuffs clanked together it reminded me that I was nothing more than a prisoner. A sissy, pantyhose wearing prisoner. I was a hostage in my own friends home.

I cleaned all day and got to watch TV until it was dinner time. Rosie and Katie stayed for dinner. I sat at the table with my gag on waiting for Mrs. G to finish cooking. I tried pushing the ball out with my tongue but it wouldn't budge.
"Mmmph. Mmmph. Mmmmmppphh."
"Patience Andy. We will remove your gag as soon as the foods ready."

They removed my gag and I got to eat, shower, and go to the bathroom. Then I spent the night all chained up and ballgagged in the basement. Mrs. G woke me up tickling my feet again. I groaned and grunted into my gag. I hated this so much.

I was freed for breakfast again. After I ate I dropped to my hands and knees and kissed Mrs. G's sweaty, stinky, unwashed nylon feet.
"Please Mrs. G! I'm begging you! I can't take it anymore! I can't stand wearing dresses and pantyhose! I'm tired of dressing like a sissy every day! And I'm so sick of being tied up and gagged all the time! Please Mrs. G! Just let us go while we still have some dignity left! I'm begging you!"

I kept kissing her smelly, stinky, gross feet. But she refused to show me any mercy. Rosie and Katie came over after breakfast and were in charge of tying me up and gagging me. Rosie tied my ankles and knees. She was getting very good at using rope. Katie used duct tape to tape my fists together and then tape my wrists together too.

"Mrs. G is tired of hearing you complain. So today we're going to focus on creating the perfect gag for you."

"Open wide" Rosie taunted me.
"You don't have to gag me at all! The basement is soundproof! There's no point in gagging me! Please don't! I promise I'll be quiet! I won't say a single word! Just please don't gag me anymore! I'm so sick of being gagged all the time!"

They stuffed my mouth with four pairs of stockings. Eight nylons total. Then they forced the ballgag in my mouth and locked the straps. Then ten wraps of duct tape over the ballgag. Then an ace bandage over that. Then another five wraps of duct tape.
"Go ahead and talk" Rosie said.

I tried to speak but I couldn't make a sound. My cheeks were so full it felt like they were about to burst. So when they started tickling my feet I couldn't even make any muffled protests. I had to lie there on that mattress and just take it. I couldn't even moan or grunt or beg them to stop tickling my bound feet.

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