Adam 15

 We went back to our normal routine after the holidays. Dani went to school and I stayed locked up in the guest room, cuffed hand and foot, toecuffed, my ankle chained to the bed. The only thing that changed was my gag. Dani went back to using a ballgag instead of the muzzle gag.

I hated the ballgag but on the other hand the muzzle gag was so demoralizing and it practically robbed me of all speech. With the ballgag I could make a little more noise and at least try and get my point across. 

January turned into February and February turned into March. And I spent every single day chained up and gagged and dressed in womens clothing. My friends Will and Josh would come by every once in a while just to visit me. I think they both felt pity for me and the humiliating situation I was in. And just to humiliate me further Dani refused to remove my gag when they visited so it was basically just them talking to me and giving me updates about friends and everything going on around town. They told me what was going on in their lives. Obviously they didn't need an update from me since I was all chained up and gagged in bed whenever they came over.

I had other visitors like her friends and my old next door neighbor Emily. And I continued with my daily chores around the house. I always had to clean all their rooms and scrub the floors and dust and vacuum. I was always gagged so I wouldn't whine or complain and my hands were always cuffed in front to make sure I wouldn't try and escape again. 

Her sister Megan taunted me daily and started calling me Amanda more often. She was right about one thing though. I was nothing more than a pantyhose wearing sissy. And maybe I brought this on myself for getting caught trying on her clothes but she had taken my punishment way too far. It had been more than a year since Dani had taken me prisoner in her home. Imagine spending over a year crossdressed, bound, and gagged. I was surprised I hadn't gone crazy. 

But I didn't have a choice at this point. I had dropped out of school and then I returned temporarily but that didn't last. And Dani was set to receive an inheritence from her uncle and she promised to give me enough money to pay for an apartment and take care of myself for quite some time so I could get a GED and find a job or go to college.

I hated her for what she had reduced me to. I couldn't believe my own friend was being so cruel to me. And there was no way out, no escape. 

One week in April she painted my nails again for me. This time she used orange nail polish. Then she had me paint her nails for her. When her toenails tried I decided out of desperation to try a new approach.

I got down on my hands and knees without being commanded to and kissed her feet. "Thank you for enslaving me Dani. I deserve this for dressing up in your clothes. Thank you for helping me recognize my place in the world. I live to serve you." 

I continued kissing her sweaty, smelly feet. I thought maybe if I showed that I was ok with this whole situation that she would show some mercy, but no such luck.

"I'm so glad you feel that way. Because I was thinking about taking you to the salon soon. We can get your hair done, get you a manicure and pedicure. What do you say?" 

"NOOOOOO! PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

"Ha! I knew it. You aren't thankful for me dressing you up in my clothes. You're just trying to trick me into thinking you're ok with this. Nice try. But see how you're begging me? You still have some fight left in you. So I'm going to keep you here as my pantyhose prisoner until you're so weak and defeated you don't have any fight left in you. When you stop begging and pleaded or trying to escape, then I'll know that I've broke you." 

Again I couldn't believe someone I considered a friend was doing this to me. I kept kissing her feet. I rubbed them. I even licked them, sucked her toes, licked between them, anything I could do to satisfy her. But it still wasn't enough for her to show some mercy.

I was scrubbing the kitchen floor one day when Will showed up to visit. "Hey Adam, nice pantyhose."

I sobbed into my gag.

"Relax I was just kidding. I just came to check in on you. How are you holding up." 

I mumbled into my gag as I stared down at the soapy floor in dispair. His visit was brief and before I knew it I was back to cleaning the whole house. I bumped into her sister when I was calling around their bedrooms. 

"What's up you little pantyhose wearing sissy?"

I tugged at the tight straps of my ballgag that were digging into my cheeks.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about your gag. I'm surprised you're not used to it by now."

You can never get used to a gag, especially a ballgag. I finished cleaning, cooked and ate dinner, and spent the rest of my night chained up and gagging, waiting for this to end.