Fictional Tie Up Stories

 Rosie and Katie stopped by at the end of summer just like Mrs. G promised. Thomas and I were bound and gagged downstairs. We had bras, panties, yellow sundresses, and tan pantyhose on. I hated them seeing us dressed like that. They untied our ankles and untaped our hands. They made us take our hosiery off so they could paint our toes. They picked yellow to match our clothing. They painted our nails afterwards and then they did a second coating of nail polish on our toes since it was the last time they would be painting them...that summer. When our toes dried they made us put the pantyhose on and let us just hang out downstairs. We were still gagged so they did all the talking. They talked about their summers and about going back to school and girly things we couldn't have cared less about but we didn't have a choice to listen to them. And it was better than being tied up.  They stayed for dinner that evening and Mrs. G reminded us and them of what we had to look forward to ne...

Kristen and Sharlene dropped me off at their friends Brooke and Nicole's house wearing black heels, a white dress, a bra stuffed with padding, panties, and tan hosiery. Brooke and Nicole were waiting eagerly for me. This was not the first time I stayed with them and after the last time, I was dreading this visit.  Kristen gave them the rundown. "There's plenty of clothes in this bag for him. Bras and pads to stuff them, underwear, dresses, skirts and blouses, hosiery. If you don't like the color of his nail polish feel free to change it. And there's a ziplock bag with a bunch of my mom and Kim's worn stockings. Three pairs of stockings and duct tape seems to shut him up good." Nicole was way ahead of her as Kristen was talking she was packing my mouth with a ball of nylons and wrapping my head with duct tape. "And don't forget this one pees sitting down now. You'll have to monitor him to make sure he's doing it. But if you tell him to do i...

 July 1st. I was counting down the days until "Master" Dani released me. If she held up her end of the deal it would be some time in September that she would finally let me go. I made breakfast that morning, showered, changed into a bra stuffed with padding, panties, a white blouse and black skirt, and white pantyhose. One of Dani's worn socks was stuffed in my mouth and I was ballgagged. The straps dug into my cheeks. I tried to push the ball out with my tongue as I made Dani and Megan's beds but it was no use. The ballgag was tightly secured and the ball would not budge. I don't know what was worse, being ballgagged or having her worn, sweaty sock shoved halfway down my throat. I cleaned silently thanks to that unpleasant gag. I made their beds, vacuumed, did all the laundry, swept and dusted. I spent the rest of the night chained and gagged after dinner. July 2nd. I woke up to Dani tickling my nylon feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" she taunted me. I frea...