Andy and Thomas 30

 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 she would show us some mercy and tell Rob not to tie us up again. But she told Rob "they're all yours." Rob let us outside past the pool to the shed in their backyard where he had two chairs all set up. He made us sit down and tied our hands behind our backs. Then he tied our ankles together. Then he used more rope to suspend our feet in the air by tying our bound ankles to the back of the chair.


"Should I use moms nylons or my socks for gags?" he asked. We didn't respond so he decided for us. He packed our mouths with their moms nylon stockings and wrapped tape around our heads.


"I'm going to go enjoy the pool" he said. "I would invite you but it looks like you're a little tied up." He laughed and went to use the pool while we stayed in the shed bound and gagged for hours. Communicating was impossible. Our tight gags made sure we couldn't speak a word to one another.


We could only wait for Rob to free us which he did when he got bored with the pool. He led us back inside and down to the basement. He made us take the pantyhose off. Then he taped our hands together and laid us on the floor. Our feet were about the same size so they lined up almost perfectly. Rob laid us in a position so our soles were pressed together. Then he tied our toes together. I mean every single one of our toes with twine. We couldn't separate our feet at all.


We were still gagged from our previous tie up in the shed. "The only thing that sucks about this tie up is that I can't tickle your feet. But there will be plenty of time for that later." 


He left us again to struggle but there was clearly no escape so we gave up after a few minutes. 

"MMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMMPH!" I was begging for someone to help us out. But nobody heard me. We weren't untied until dinner. We didn't aruge or beg. We put our pantyhose back on, ate dinner, used the bathroom and showered. 


Then it was time for Rob's last tie up. He gagged us first so we couldn't protest. He used his socks this time and gagged us with tape. Then he had a little surprise for us. Saran wrap. 


He used several packages of Saran wrap to wrap us almost head to toe. Only our necks, faces, and nylon feet were exposed. He laid us down on the cots on our backs. "Who wants to be tickled first?"


We both moaned and grunted into our gags. "Okay I'll pick." He picked Thomas. I watched helplessly while he tickled Thomas for a whole hour. I grunted and mmphed into my gag.

"Patience Andy. First Thomas, then you." That made me mmph and grunt even more.


After he was done with Thomas, he moved over to me. I had to endure an entire hour of his tickle torture. If you're ticklish, try and imagine being tickled relentlessly for a whole freaking hour. It is absolute torture. The nylons did nothing to help. They only made our feet more ticklish. 


I thought he was done after tickling both of us for an hour. But then he asked us if we were ready for round two. We mumbled and grunted under our gags but that didn't stop him for tickling our feet again, this time with a feather duster and an old hairbrush. The hairbrush was the worst when he ran it up and down because it covered more of our feet. The feather duster could only be used to tickle one area at a time where as the brush would get more spots at once. 


He finally gave us a rest but he decided we were going to stay Saran wrapped and gagged for the entire night.


Mrs. G let us watch TV upstairs the next day. The catch was we had to be tied up and gagged on the couch. The day after she let us use the pool. But again the catch was we had to wear the pink bikinis she bought us.


We spent the rest of the week bound and gagged, or cleaning all around the house. When we cleaned Mrs. G had us wear our heels. Pink heels for Thomas and these hideous orange heels for me. 

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