Andy and Thomas 27

Rob tickled me for fifteen minutes. Then he switched to Thomas. He switched back and forth every fifteen minutes, tickling our hose covered feet. We could just groan into our gags to try and beg him to stop.

We spent the rest of the summer bound and gagged, dressed like girls, tickle tortured by Rob and taunted by Mrs. G. Rosie and Katie came by every week to paint our nails. Some days we watched TV upstairs in the living room (bound and gagged of course). Some days we went swimming (in our pink bikinis of course).

A few days before summer was over Fran came to the house and got us all dressed up. Pink sundresses, tan pantyhose, trainer bras and panties. Then she fit blonde wigs onto us and did makeup. Mrs. G had bought us both a pair of heels. She had Thomas put his pink heels on and I put my hideous orange heels on.

Mrs. G drove us the store where her friend worked.
"How adorable they are" her friend said.
"I know right. They look so cute in their sundresses and pantyhose."
"So what will it be?"
"Bras. Real ones. I think they are ready for the real thing."

Mrs. G and her friends picked up a whole bunch of different bras for us. Of course they made us try them on.
"I'm going to fill the cups with padding" Mrs. G told us.
Mrs. G paid for everything and her friend bagged it up.

She drove us back to their house where she had good and bad news for us. "The good news is you guys are free to enjoy the last days of summer. The bad news is we're going to be doing this again next summer."

"No! Please! You can't do this to us anymore!" I said.
"Yeah please mom! I can't do this another summer! I hate spending the whole summer inside. I hate being bound and gagged. I hate wearing dresses and pantyhose."
Mrs. G threatened to gag us if we complained anymore. We shut up after that. We enjoyed the last days of summer and got ready to do it all over again the following year.



On the first day of summer I went to Mrs. G's house. She hadn't wasted any time. She had already painted Thomas's nails silver. She painted mine next and when it was dry she give us purple sundresses and black pantyhose to put on. She also gave us panties and the bras she had bought us. She gave us padding to stuff the cups of the bras.

Before she could do anything to us, we dropped to our hands and knees and kissed her stinky, sweaty, rancid nylon feet.
"Please Mrs. G! Don't do this to us! I'm begging you! I don't want to bound and gagged again! I'm begging you not to do this! Just let us go!"
I resumed kissing her smelly feet while Thomas took over begging.
"Please mom! You can't do this to us! I'm begging you! I'm freaking begging you! We will do anything you want!"

She got tired of our complaining and gagged us with her nylons and tape. She took six stockings, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them in Thomas's mouth. Then she wrapped duct tape around his head.

She made another nylon ball for me and held it up to my mouth. I got a whiff and gagged from the smell.
"Please this is disgusting. Don't put those in my mouth. Please!"

She crammed them in and wrapped tape around my head.
"Rob and Mark will be home from college soon. In the meantime I'll be the one tying you up."