Andy and Thomas 35

 Rob spent almost a whole hour tickling my feet. Then he switched to Thomas. We were helpless. It was impossible to move or separate our feet with the toe cuffs. The toe and thumb cuffs were both surprisingly very restricting.

We tried begging him to stop but our gags made our speech incomprehensible. We could only MMPH or make weak grunts and moans.

He gave us a break and then came back and did it all over again. And again, and again, and again. He tickled our stockinged feet all day long and only freed us for bathroom breaks and dinner.

After dinner and a shower we were toe and finger cuffed again. "Time for your gags."

"You don't have to gag us!" I said. "The basement is sound proof! No one can hear us! Please don't gag us! Don't gag us!"

"I'm sorry but one way or another I'm gagging you."

"You can't do this to us! We've got rights you know!"

"Yeah like the right to remain silent."

He stuffed a mouthful of worn stockings in and ballgagged me. Thomas begged and pleaded but Rob did the same thing to him. We stayed bound and gagged until morning when he tickled our feet to wake us up.

We ate breakfast, used the bathroom, showered, changed. We put on new bras with padding, panties, orange sundresses, and suntan pantyhose. He let us watch TV upstairs but we had to be bound and gagged.

He used the hand and ankle cuffs instead of those annoying finger/toe cuffs. When it came time for our gags he picked the ballgags again.

"Not the ballgags again!" Thomas cried.

"Yes the ballgags. Be grateful I'm not using my socks to gag you."

He shoved balls of nylon into our mouths and ballgagged us both. We watched TV all cuffed and gagged for the entire afternoon. Rob freed us for lunch and dinner and Fran came by with Mark so she could paint our nails.

Thomas hadn't even had his nails painted since he'd returned. She made us take off our pantyhose so she could paint our fingers and toes green. We put the hose on when it dried and then we were bound and gagged all night.

Rob used the cuffs and ballgags again. We were left like that until morning when I heard that dreaded "cootchie cootchie coo" tickle taunt. I groaned into my gag and waited for him to free us.

We ate, used the bathroom, changed once again. Bras stuffed with padding, panties, green sundresses, brown pantyhose for me and white pantyhose for Thomas. 

He made us clean up around the house. We swept, dusted, vacuumed, made beds, did laundry. We had to be gagged the whole time....ballgags again.

"Take a break" Rob said as we were cleaning the living room.

He sat on the couch and raised his feet up in the air. He had no socks on but we could smell his feet from where we stood. He called for us to come over and we knew what he wanted us to do. We kneeled at his feet. 

"Sniff" he said. With our gags we had no choice but to smell.

His feet reeked. The ballgag and the mouthful of stockings were the only thing stopping me from throwing up.

"Deep whiffs" he taunted us. "Deep whiffs. I want you to get the full aroma of my cheesy feet."

Cheesy was one way to describe them. Disgusting was another. "Really take in the smell. What did you call them the other day? My stinking feet? They certainly are stinking aren't they?" 

We continued to smell, wondering how long this would go on.

"You smell that? That's the smell of de-feet haha. I can make you smell my stinking feet anytime I want and there's nothing you can do about it." 

He took off the gags and we spit out drool soaked balls of nylon.

"Kiss em" he said. We kissed his soles. We gagged with every kiss but he was loving it. We kissed his gross feet for five minutes before he told us to do something else.

"You kissed em. You smelled em. You might as well lick em."

His feet tasted so salty but we gave his soles a couple of licks just to humor him. We were just glad when it was over, even if it meant being gagged again.

Rob seemed intent on using the ballgags every day. We were gagged with them before bed and gagged with them the next day.

That day we were wearing pink sundresses, bras and panties, red pantyhose for me and pink pantyhose for Thomas. I was hoping he'd let us clean up or watch TV or even go swimming. But he had different plans for us. 

He had two chairs waiting for us in the shed outside. He led us (ballgagged) through the backyard and into the shed. He said "sit down" and we put our arms on the arms of the chair like he told us to do. He had a roll of duct tape and taped our wrists to the arms of the chair. Then he wrapped more tape around our arms, right below our elbows. With our arms taped to the chair he used more tape to secure our ankles to the legs of the chair. He wrapped even more tape below our knees to fully bind our legs to the legs of the chairs.

"This tape might ruin your pantyhose but don't worry, you girls have plenty more where those came from." We grunted into our gags.

He left us in the shed all day. We tugged at the tape but we couldn't loosen it. We struggled for hours before we gave up.

"Mmmmmm" Thomas moaned.

"Mmph?" I grunted. 

"Mmm grmmmpphhh mmmfffff grmmmmrrrmmm."

I looked at him helplessly unable to understand a word he was trying to say with that gag on. 

He sunk his head in defeat and sobbed into his gag.

"MMPH! MMPH! MMMPPHHH! MMMMPH! MMMMMPPPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPPHH! MMMMMPPPHHHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!" 

I made as much noise as the gag allowed me to make. I was hoping a kid from the neighborhood or somebody next door would hear us and finally help us out. But nobody did hear us and we stayed bound to the chairs until Rob cut us free for dinner.

We caught a break the next day since Rob had plans. But that meant Fran was in charge. We were wearing bras stuffed with pads, panties, white sundresses, nude pantyhose for Thomas and beige pantyhose for me.

We were relieved to see no ballgags but duct tape instead. But Rob had another surprise for us. 

"Open wide" he said with his socks balled up.

"NO! Please don't use your socks! You don't even need to gag us! We'll be quiet!"

"Yeah we won't make a peep Rob" Thomas said. "Just gag us with the nylons like you always do. Please don't sock gag us."

He packed not one but two socks into each of our mouths and wrapped duct tape around our mouths five times. 

He taped our fists so we couldn't open up our hands and then tied our wrists to make sure we couldn't use our arms or hands at all. Then he used rope to tie our ankles and knees together. He turned the TV on and left us alone until Fran got there. 

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmphh!!"

"Silence! Don't make me add more tape or use my sweaty socks to gag you two."

We grunted into our gags and waited to see what she was going to do with us. There was no need to paint our nails since she already did that.

She kicked off her shoes and made herself comfortable at one end of the couch where I was. She kicked off her shoes and rested her feet right in my face. Her socks were sweaty and they reeked almost as bad as Rob's did.

"Get your feet out of my face!" I tried to shout but the gag stopped me. 

"Deep whiffs" Fran taunted me. With the gag I had no choice but to smell.

"I know about that little arrangement you have with Mrs. G and now with Rob. Well today it's my turn. You can worship my feet for a change. But first I want to enjoy a little TV, so just sniff." 

I smelled her socked feet for about two hours before she switched sides and Thomas got a whiff of her stinky feet.

"Fair is fair" Fran said. She made Thomas smell her feet for as long as I did. When she got bored she unwrapped the tape from our fists and untied our ankles and knees. She let us remove our gags. Then her socks came right off. Since we had already smelled them, she got right down to giving us commands. 

We kneeled at her feet as she sat on the couch and kissed her soles.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss," she taunted. 

We kissed her feet as she kept giving us commands.

"Kiss my soles."

"Kiss my heels."

"Don't forget the arches."

We did everything she asked us to.

"Suck my toes" Fran said. We sucked every single one of her salty, sweaty toes. 

"Now lick in between them like you do with Mrs. G. I sweat A LOT between my toes. Well you're about to find out."

We licked between all of her toes and swallowed anything our tongues found. She was right. She did sweat an awful lot between her toes.

When we were done worshipping her feet she did us a favor. She let us go swimming. The only condition was we had to wear our pink bikinis. We weighed our options and decided it was better than being tied up. 

We looked ridiculous in our pink bikinis but nobody could see us besides Fran. She let us spend the day outside at the pool. But we knew it wouldn't last forever. After dinner it was back downstairs where Rob helped Fran bind and gag us. 

As soon as I saw Fran with that ball of nylons I freaked out.

"I don't understand why we have to be gagged! What's the point?! The basement is sound proof! Nobody could hear us even if we screamed! You don't need to gag us, especially with a mouthful of nylons!" 

"No this is why we have to gag you because you never know when to shut up" Fran said.

She stuffed my mouth with those smelly, dirty worn stockings and gagged me with tape. Rob did the same to Thomas. We stayed like that until morning....

"Cootchie cootchie coo" Rob taunted us and tickle our feet to wake us up. We just groaned into our tight tape gags. We were miserable.

He freed us for breakfast and bathroom breaks. Fran stayed over the night before so she got to pick our clothes.

Bras with pads, panties, black zipup dresses, and black hosiery for Thomas. They rarely made us wear fishnet stockings but they did own a few pairs for us. Fran picked black fishnet pantyhose for me.

"Mom will be home tomorrow so it's time for you two to clean up again" Rob said. "Fran would you help me gag them?" 

"NO!" we cried. "Please don't gag us! We're begging you! We're begging you! Don't gag us!"

They switched it up and gagged us with a combination of socks and stockings. I was gagged with one of Fran's socks and two pairs of nylons. Thomas was gagged with her other sock and two pairs of stockings. We cleaned around the house, swept, dusted, vacuumed, did laundry, made the beds, scrubbed the floors.

We were scrubbing the kitchen floor when I lost it. "MMPH! MMMMMPPHHH! MMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

I was screaming through my gag for anybody to hear.

I tried to say "somebody help us, we're being held prisoner" but it sounded more like "smmmbrr hmmp ummm wmmm bmm hmmm prmmmmrggr." 

Nobody heard me but Rob and he had a quick solution for that. He took tape and wrapped it around my head five more times. Barely able to make a sound, I sobbed into my gag as we continued to scrub the floor. I could feel the hope slowly draining from me. I wanted to cry. I was sick and tired of being tied up and gagged all the time. And I was so sick and tired of dressing up like a damn sissy. They were right. We were nothing but a couple of pantyhose wearing sissies. 

We finished cleaning and they ungagged us so we could eat dinner, shower, and use the bathroom. Then we were bound and gagged again until breakfast. 

We finished eating when we heard the door open. We were so happy to see Mrs. G back we ran to the door and got down, removed her shoes, and kissed her sweaty nylon feet.

"It looks like you boys really missed me huh. You can worship my feet if you want. In the living room." 

She made her comfortable in the living room and we kneeled and massaged her black nylon clad feet. Her stockings were glazed in foot sweat. It didnt take long before we went from massaging them to worshipping them.

We kissed and licked her sweaty soles and arches. Her nylons came off eventually so we could suck on her toes.

"I know you ate breakfast but I hope you saved room for my toejam" Mrs. G said.

We licked between every single sweaty toe and gulped her toejam or "toe cheese" as she liked calling it.

We spent the next few weeks bound, gagged, cross dressed, occasionally swimming in our bikinis or going for walks with Fran. We kept up with cleaning every few days.

We were eating breakfast one day when Mrs. G started talking.

"I get so depressed when summer ends. But then I remember we're going to be doing this again the next summer.

We dropped to our hands and knees and kissed her rancid nylon feet. 

"No please Mrs. G you can't do this to us! We can't miss out on another summer! I'm so sick and tired of being dressed like a sissy! And I'm so sick and tired of being taped up and gagged all the time! You can't make us do this again! Please! I'm begging you! I'm freaking begging you Mrs. G! We'll do anything you want! We'll kiss your feet every day! We'll kiss all your feet! You, Rob, Fran, Mark, everybody's feet! As long as you promise not to do this to us again next summer!"

"I'm sorry but my mind is already made up. And you have to no say in the matter unless you want all your classmates finding out about this. Oh, Rosie and Katie will be stopping by again before summer ends. And I should tell you I have been thinking about telling Andy's mom about all this. I think she'll understand if I explain it to her. And I think she'll let me continue this for two more summers. What do you say?"

We were still kissing her stinky, sweaty, disgusting nylon feet and that only made us kiss them more. The last thing I wanted was for her to tell my mom. Only because I knew she might be right. My mom was a single parent and she would possibly be on board with the idea of Mrs. G feminizing us to make us understand and appreciate what women go through on a daily basis.