Sam 3

 How did I end up like this? I was tied up on my bed and gagged with my friends worn gym socks and duct tape. If that wasn't bad enough I was also wearing a white gown and white pantyhose that belonged to my mom. I was also wearing panties and a bra stuffed with padding that also belonged to my mom. And she was the one who had left them out for me to wear! 

My first tickle session took place that Friday night. John tickled my nylon feet for half an hour with his fingers. Then he used a feather duster to tickle them for another half an hour. I was wiped out afterwards and it was getting late so he decided it was lights out. He kissed my feet goodnight like last time and left me bound and gagged alone to struggle. I couldn't escape and eventually fell asleep.

"Cootchie cootchie coo" he said as he tickled my nylon feet to wake me up. I just groaned into my gag. I was untied so I could use the bathroom. It felt so good to get to remove that tape and spit out his disgusting socks. 

We ate breakfast and I asked him if he was serious about continuing this.

"Why not? Your mom doesn't seem to have a problem with it. And she's paying me to "babysit" you. Speaking of which, I don't know if I should have you clean today or tomorrow."

I begged him to reconsider all of this but he got tired of hearing me complain and gagged me again. He packed his smelly socks into my mouth and taped it shut. 

"I decided you can clean again. Oh and don't forget your apron." He gave me the same frilly pink apron from last time to put on. I did but I was so embarrassed and humiliated. He had me clean the upstairs but not the downstairs. He said I could save that for tomorrow.

When I was finally done cleaning it was afternoon so we ate lunch. But as fast as that pesky gag came off it went right back on. Before I knew it I was chewing on those rancid gym socks again. 

"There's some more clothes your mom left out for you. Go change." 

I went into her room alone and put on a new bra and stuffed it with padding. I put on a new pair of panties. Then a new dress. This one was black and sleeveless. Then a pair of black pantyhose with Cuban heels. 

"Now go to your room. You're about to get tied up and tickled again."

"I don't want to!" I screamed but with my gag it sounded more like "MMMPH MMPH MMMPPH!"

"Too bad. Now get on your bed."

I laid on my stomach so he could tie my hands behind my back. He tied my knees and ankles right after. Then he ran one his fingers down my stockinged feet. I squealed into my gag and then he dug in with his fingers, tickling up and down my soles. He brushed his fingers back and forth over my toes. He scratched at my heels and arches and he wiggled his fingers in between my toes which was very ticklish.

I was hoping he would only use his fingers. But after a half an hour of exhausting tickling, he got the feather duster and tickled away at my soles. When he had his fun with that, he produced a pair of chop sticks. I don't know where he got them from but I assume he brought them just to tickle my feet with. The pointed ends of the chop sticks raked across my nylon feet and made me squirm and grunt into my gag.

He even poked the chop sticks in between my toes to tickle me further. It was sheer torture. I tried to kick my bound feet around but he kept holding them while he tickled me. When he got bored with the chop sticks, he found something else to tickle me with.

I screamed into my gag as the hairbrush scratched my stockinged feet. But he showed me no mercy. I lost track of time but he must have tickled me for two hours. He took little breaks here and there to let me catch my breath, then it was right back to tickling my helpless soles and toes. 

I was untied for dinner which was very quiet. I didn't bother questioning John anymore. And my mom seemed perfectly ok with this arrangement so I was powerless in this situation.

"Do you want to be gagged with my socks or your own?" he asked me after dinner.

"I don't want to be gagged at all!"

"Well too bad. Now open wide. Since you didn't want to choose, I chose for you. It's my sock."

I grunted and mumbled as he crammed his disgusting sock in and taped my mouth shut. I was tied up again but he didn't really tickle me, just tracing the seams of the Cuban heel stockings with his fingers. When it was time for bed he kissed my feet good night and went to sleep in the master bedroom. 

"Cootchie cootchie coo" I woke up the next morning to John tickling my feet. After breakfast I was gagged and forced to finish cleaning the house. My mom arrived in time to see me finish. She was impressed again with John's ability to get me to behave and clean up around the house. She asked if he would be available more often and John smiled and said for sure. 

As soon as he went home I ripped my tape gag off and spit out his dirty sock he left behind.

"Mom, please, you can't let John keep doing this to me! It's not just the cleaning. He tortures me while you're away. He ties me up, he tickles me. Look what I just spit out. That's his worn sock! He's gagging me with his socks."

"I know his methods are unconventional but it's working. I already see an improvement in your behavior. And the house has never been cleaner. And socks or no socks I can't complain about the gag. It's nice to see you quiet. As for him tying you up and tickling you, so be it. It's a small price to pay for an obedient son."

"But why are you letting him do this?"

"Well after the first time I saw you all gagged and dressed in my clothes I thought it was adorable. Then I talked to John's mom. John's cousin used to do the same thing to him. She would tie him up and force him to dress in her clothes. When his mom found out she was furious. Until she realized it had a positive affect on his behavior. He would clean the house without argument. And by feminizing him his cousin was able to give him an understanding of what women go through every day to live up to the standards of men."

"He learned how difficult it was to wear dresses or put on a bra or hosiery. He sympathized more with them. And it made him even more well behaved. Like his mom said it's hard to be macho or rebellious when you're walking around in a dress and pantyhose. It made him calmer and easier to discipline. It made him listen more and step out of line less. So I don't see the harm in letting him dress you up or tie you up if it helps you in the long run. Maybe you'll be more respectful and appreciative."

There was no talking her out of it. And with her going away every weekend for work or other things, I was left at the mercy of John.

It started as every other week. Then it became every week when my mom was away. She laid everything out for me one week when she was gone. A bra with padding, panties, a black mini dress, and coffee colored pantyhose.

"There you go" John said when I was dressed. "You look fabulous. Now go to your room. I have another game I want to play."

I sighed but I went to my room and laid on my bed on my stomach. He crossed my wrists behind my back and bound them tightly. Then he tied my ankles and knees just as tight as my wrists.

"That should hold you" John said.

John took off his sneakers and socks. "Nice and fresh" he said holding one sock up to my face. "And how do they smell?"

I got a whiff and gagged. "Disgusting."

"Aw that's too bad. Guess you'll just have to get used to the taste."

Before I could protest he crammed his smelly, sweaty sock in my mouth and taped my lips shut.

"I'm going to draw a letter on your foot with my finger. If you guess the letter you get a point. For every ten points I'll remove some of your bonds. First I'll untie your knees, then your ankles. If you get enough points I'll untie your hands and maybe even let you take that gag off. Wouldn't you like that?" 

"Mmhm" I grunted into my gag.

He started tracing his fingers over my nylon soles. I didn't guess correctly the first few times. But I felt an S one time and I mumbled through my sock gag.

"S?" he asked me.

I nodded and grunted into the gag.

"Ok one point" he said.

He traced more letters on my sensitive soles. I felt a M and mumbled again.

"M?" he asked.

"Mmhm" I grunted. 

He traced more letters on my feet. I guessed correctly two more times. One letter was an E and one was a B.

"Four points so far. But let's take it up a notch. Let's see if you can guess a whole word."

He raked his fingers across my nylon clad soles and spelt out a word. It was so quick I couldn't guess what it was. He gave me a second try and traced the word again. I still couldn't guess it. And even if I could I was gagged so there was no easy way for me to win this game. 

"The word was tickle. Let's try another one." He tickled my soles with his fingers as he wrote out another word on my tender soles. I took a guess but my words were muffled.

"Sorry what was that?"

I mumbled it again but he couldn't understand me.

"The word was gagged. Do you want to try again?"

"Nnnmmmmppphhhhh!"

He did one more word anyway. I just gave up and didn't even bother guessing.

"The word was bound. I guess you lost this game but don't worry, I'll think of other games to play with your feet. In the meantime I'm giving you a break. Relax. Your mom left extra money. I think I'm going to order pizza later. Man, I can't believe your mom is paying me to tie you and tickle you."

He was really rubbing it in now. "Comfortable?" he asked.

"Mmph!" I screamed.

"No? And how does the sock taste? My cousin used to gag me with her socks. The worst was her nylons though."

I groaned miserably into my gag to let him know exactly how his sock tasted. 

He left me alone and I wound up falling asleep. I woke up a few hours later to him tickling my nylon feet.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle" he taunted me.

He untied me and finally ungagged me so I could eat the pizza he ordered. Since I was no longer gagged I used the opportunity to ask him more about his cousin.

"So your cousin used to dress you up in her clothes and tie you up?" 

"Yeah. My mom found out about it eventually but she let me cousin keep doing it for a while. She had her reasons, the same as your mom does. They think it will help us behave or help them understand what it's like to be women and what they go through. They are right though."

"And what are your reasons? Why are you doing this to me?" 

"I just wanted to experience it again but from my cousins perspective. I wanted to be the captor instead of the captive. And well it was easy to trick you into wearing your moms clothes and it was easy to overpower you the first time and tie you up. I wasn't expecting for your mom to walk in and find out though and approve of this." 

I finished eating and used the bathroom, brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the dress and hosiery and just shook my head. I looked ridiculous. John tied me up in my room again that night and gagged me with one of his socks and duct tape.

"Cootchie cootchie coo" he tickled and taunted me. I mmphed into my gag.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tickle you again. Well maybe just a little." He gave my nylon feet a few more tickles and then kissed them good night. "I'm going to have a nice little surprise for you tomorrow. I hope you like it."

I woke up in the morning to my feet being tickled but not by John's fingers. It took me a few seconds of waking up to realize it was an electric toothbrush. "Tickle, tickle, tickle. I got up early and bought this. I think I'm going to enjoy this a lot."