Fictional Tie Up Stories

 The next week Rosie and Katie came over to paint our nails for us. We couldn't protest because we were gagged. So we just went along with whatever they said. We took our hosiery off. My hose was coffee colored and Thomas had beige pantyhose on.  They used nail polish remover to clear our fingers and toes. Then they used their own nail polish to  paint them pink. They put two coats on and talked to each other the whole time like we weren't even there. It's not like we could say anything so we had to listen to their girl talk until they were done painting our nails.  When it dried they gave us new sundresses that were pink to go put on. They picked out a flesh colored pair of pantyhose for me and a pink pair for Thomas. I hated this so much. We looked ridiculous. We were nothing more than a couple of pantyhose wearing sissies.  And it was so humiliating having Katie and Rosie see us like this. Imagine being 15 years old and having to spend the whole summer dresse...

 I was cleaning up around the house one day with my hands cuffed in front of me and the muzzle gag locked tightly. I was making Megan's bed and cleaning her room when she came in and started taunting me while I cleaned.  "Thanks for keeping my room so clean for me Adam. Hmm you know that name doesn't really suit you. We should just call you Amanda from now on. What do you say Amanda? Oh I'm sorry you can't answer me with that gag. It must be frustrating."  It was frustrating. The gag robbed me of my speech. And if that wasn't bad enough my mouth was usually stuffed with their filty worn socks. Megan laughed at the sight of me. "You look ridiculous. You're wearing a dress. You're wearing a bra stuffed with padding and hosiery for crying out loud. You're nothing but a pantyhose wearing sissy. I can't believe my sisters been doing this for over a year. Damn that's crazy. When was the last time you had sex? Can you even remember? You...

 We looked so ridiculous in our yellow sundresses and tan pantyhose. We had bras on that were stuffed with padding and panties on under our sundresses. I can't even remember what color our nails were painted that week. I think they were purple. We were so humiliated. We gathered in the living room to worship Mrs. G's sweaty nylon feet. We massaged them first. She made sure her feet were right in our faces while we rubbed them. Every time we breathed in we got a whiff of her stinky feet.  But massging them wasn't enough. Soon we were kissing her soles. We licked sweat from her nylons. We even sucked the sweat of her toes. Her feet reeked but we did everything she told us in the hopes that she would show us some mercy. Her nylons came off and we kissed her bare feet and sucked her toes. We must have looked pathetic. I even worked my tongue in between her toes and wound up swallowing more of her "toe cheese" as she loved to call it.  When we were finished we hoped sh...