Andy and Thomas 28

We looked ridiculous in our purple sundresses and black hosiery. We had bras stuffed with pads and panties on underneath. Our fingers and toes were painted silver. Mrs. G got tired of our begging and used tape to gag us.

She gave us the option to clean. It was either that or spend the day tied up downstairs in the basement. We cleaned silently thanks to our gags. Mrs. G's worn nylons tasted so salty inside our mouths. The tape was the only thing that stopped us from throwing up. 

We cleaned the whole house top to bottom and then Mrs. G let us watch TV while she made dinner. She let us remove our gags when dinner was ready. She saw our disgusted expressions when we spit our her smelly nylon stockings.

"Don't worry you will get used to the taste eventually" she said. She had told us that before but still after four summers we could not get used to the taste of having her worn, sweaty stockings stuffed into our mouths. 

We ate dinner and used the bathroom. We showered separately but Mrs. G ordered us to put our sundresses and hosiery back on in the bathroom after we showered. We watched more TV after dinner but then she told us to follow her downstairs when it started to get late. 

Our wrists were bound with rope and more was used to bind our ankles. Then it was time for our gags. It was late and we were too tired to try and protest. She stuffed our mouths with more balls of nylon and wrapped tape around our heads five times to hold them all in there.

We woke up the next morning to Mrs. G tickling our nylon feet. She untied us and made us breakfast. She made us change after breakfast. We put on clean bras and panties. We stuffed our bras with padding and put on brown sundresses. I put on beige pantyhose with my sundress and Thomas put on coffee colored pantyhose.

"You guys did a really good job cleaning yesterday so nothing needs to be cleaned today. So you can spend the day watching TV." 

Of course the catch was that we had to be bound and gagged the whole time on the couch. She reverse hogtied us in the living room and gagged us with six stockings each  five wraps of duct tape over our mouths to silence us. We spent the rest of the day like this. 

Mrs. G would walk in and out of the living room to check on us. Every time we grunted and groaned through our gags, pleading with her to untie us or at least take our gags off. 

We spent the first couple of days of summer like this. One morning I woke up to someone tickling my feet. I groaned under my gag when I saw it was Rob. "Hey boys did you miss me?" Thomas let out a furious grunt from under his gag. "Sorry I couldn't quite understand you with that gag. But guess what? I have a little surprise for you. It's an idea I came up with when I was thinking about you guys on my way back from college. I call it the day of a thousand tie ups."

As soon as breakfast was done we were on our hands and knees, kissing Mrs. G's sweaty, gross, smelly nylon clad feet.

"Please Mrs. G! You can't let Rob do this to us! I'm begging you! I'm so sick and tired of being tied up and gagged! Please! We'll do anything you want!"

"Yeah mom please! I'm tired of dressing like a sissy every summer! And I don't want to spend another summer bound and gagged!" 

We were on our hands and knees kissing Mrs. G's gross, stinky feet. She had black nylons on but you could see through them and her toes were painted white. I hate to admit it but even though they were sweaty and smellly, Mrs. G did have pretty feet.

She got tired of us begging and got a bunch of her worn nylons. She shoved six knee high stockings in Thomas mouth and Rob wrapped duct tape around his head five times. She stuffed four in my mouth. Then she had a little surprise for me. Except it was more like a punishment for whining and complaining so much. She took her black nylons off and rolled them up into a ball and stuffed them with the rest. Rob took great pleasure in wrap gagging me.

Rob took us downstairs. He had a bunch of rope all ready for us. First he bound our wrists in front of us. Then he tied our ankles. Then he joined our wrists and ankles together into a reverse hogtie.

He briefly tickled our feet and we mumbled and grunted into our gags.

"Don't worry, I've got all summer to tickle you. So this is going to be the first tie up of many. You've got about an hour to try and escape. Good luck."

We wriggled around and struggled a little bit but gave up when we realized there was no way we were getting those ropes untied. Our gags made sure we couldn't talk to each other. We just had to wait in silence for Rob's next tie up.

He freed us momentarily and had us roll onto our stomachs. He tied our wrists behind our backs and tied our ankles again. Then he used more rope to join them together and put us both in a regular hogtie.

"Let's see you get out of that" Rob said.

We couldn't escape. And we were tied on separate cots so we couldn't even get to one another to try and untie each other. The taste of Mrs. G's stockings was disgusting. The black stockings that were fresh from her feet were drenched in sweat. They tasted salty and vinegary.

Our next tie up was a chair tie. Rob brought us back upstairs for this and set up two chairs in the living room in front of the TV. He tied our ankles separately to the legs of the chairs and tied our wrists behind the chairs. Thomas mumbled into his gag.

I let out a loud grunt of frustration through my gag. Mrs. G was in the kitchen and came in. "What's wrong Andy? It must be those nylons I was just wearing earlier. I bet they taste pretty terrible huh? Well maybe next time you won't complain so much."

We got to watch TV for an hour while we sat helplessly in those chairs. We were relieved when Rob untied us. But that relief was momentary as Rob revealed our next tie up. He brought us back to the basement and used duct tape to tape our hands from our wrists to our fingers. Then our ankles and knees were bound with more rope. 

We struggled for another hour before Rob cut the tape off our hands and untied our legs. Then he actually let us take our gags off. We unwrapped the tape and spit out drool soaked balls of nylons.

"You should pick those up because they are going back in your mouth."

His next tie up wasn't a tie up at all. Instead he got the hand and ankle cuffs that were linked together by another chain.

"No!" we cried. "Not the handcuffs! Anything but those!"

You can imagine how much good that did us. Our ankles were cuffed and then our wrists.