Andy and Thomas 36

 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 next summer. We were gagged at the table waiting for her to finish dinner. I couldn't wait to get them off.

She let us take them off when dinner was ready. We removed five wraps of tape and spit out drool soaked balls of nylon.

"I can't even begin to imagine what those taste like" Rosie laughed.

Mrs. G let us enjoy the last few weeks of summer so we could go out and do stuff. Then we were back in school and the year went by so fast I could hardly believe it until my mom reminded me about going to stay at Mrs. G's on the first day of summer.

She dropped me off and Mrs. G and Fran were already waiting for me with Thomas in the living room.

They didn't waste any time and got us to take our shoes and socks off so they could paint our toes orange. They painted our nails afterwards and then started sorting through our clothes to pick out our first outfits of the summer. 

We dropped down to our hands and knees and kissed Mrs. Gs sweaty, stinky, smelly nylon feet. They reeked but we still kissed them.

"Please Mrs. G!" I pleaded. "You can't do this to us! We'll do anything you want! We'll kiss your rancid feet every day! We'll clean every room in the house! We'll do anything you want us to do!" 

"Yeah mom! Please, don't do this to us! We are going to miss out on a whole summer! Again! Please, mom we're 16 years old. You can't keep dressing us up like a couple of sissies." 

We kept begging in between kissing her nylon clad feet. "Yeah I don't want to spend another summer dressed up like a girl!" I said. "This has gone on long enough! We're too old to be doing this! The only reason we still go along with it is so you don't make Rosie and Katie and everyone tell our friends about this."

"And you wonder why we have to gag you" Mrs. G sighed. "You know I was going to wait until after you got dressed but since you can't be quiet, Fran would you please do the honors?"

Fran went and got some of her worn nylons and a roll of tape. She gagged Thomas first. Then she took the second big ball of stockings and went to gag me. 

"I don't want those in my mouth" I said.

"Well that's too bad" Fran said. "Because they are going in. Open wide." 

I retched as she shoved them in and wrapped tape around my mouth five times.

"I know they taste bad but it's been a while" Mrs. G said. "You just need to get used to the taste again." I let out a loud grunt of frustration. 

"Go get dressed. There are clothes upstairs for you." We went upstairs and got changed separately in the bathroom. Bras stuffed with padding, panties, orange sundresses to match our nail polish, suntan pantyhose for Thomas and pink pantyhose for me.

I sobbed into my gag when I saw myself in the mirror. Mrs. G put Fran in charge of us until dinner. 

"Alright listen up you little pantyhose wearing sissies" Fran said. "You can be either be bound and gagged or you can watch TV in the living room. All you have to do is keep those gags on and be quiet." We watched TV silently like Fran requested. When dinner was ready we were not so silent. We were sitting at the table still gagged and waiting for Mrs. G to finish dinner and I was dying to take that gag off. 

"MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMMPH!" 

"Patience Andy. It'll just be a few more minutes."

It was a pleasure when we got to take those gags off. But as fast as they came off they went right back on again before bedtime. Fran taped our hands together and tied our legs and gagged us downstairs. 

I felt somebody tickling my feet in the morning.

"Cootchie cootchie coo" Rob taunted me.

"Did you miss me?" I let out a furious grunt from my gag.

He let us go so we could eat and use the bathroom. Then we changed our clothes. Clean bras stuffed with padding, panties, a red dress for me and black pantyhose, a brown dress and brown pantyhose for Thomas.

Mrs. G decided to leave Rob in charge of us all day. On cue we got down and kissed her smelly, sweaty nylon feet. "No!" I cried. "He'll tickle us all day!"

But our cries fell on deaf ears as Rob dragged us downstairs and taped our fists. He taped our wrists together too for good measure and then gagged us with six stockings and five wraps of duct tape.

Our legs were bound so we couldn't move our feet around while he tickled us.

He started with me. I mmphed and tried to squirm around as he tickled my helpless feet. The pantyhose only intensified his tickle torture. I was in hell.

"Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted me as he tickled my tender soles. "Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchie coo."

I freaking hated it when he did that. The silky pantyhose made my feet extra ticklish. And the gag prevented me from laughing. I could only grunt and groan.

If he wasn't using "cootchie cootchie coo" he used "tickle, tickle, tickle" to taunt me.

"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Grrmph! Mmmmmpppphhhhh!"

"Aw poor Andy. You can't take it? Well I'm not stopping so you better close your eyes and bite down real hard on that gag." 

"This little piggy went to market" he taunted as he tickled my toes. He tickled my feet top to bottom for an hour, then he moved onto Thomas.

I watched helplessly as he tickled Thomas for an hour too. Then he switched back and forth between us again and again and again. He tickled our poor feet all day and let us go for dinner. 

Rob was the one to tie us up and gag us again that night.

"You don't have to gag us!" I said. "We won't make a peep! I promise we'll be quiet! Just don't gag us! Please don't gag us! I'm begging you Rob! I'll kiss your stinking feet again if that's what you want!"

"You can beg all you want but you're still going to be gagged."

"Why? The basement is sound proof! No one can hear us! There's no reason to gag us!"

"I know. I don't HAVE to gag you. I WANT to gag you. It's fun." He stuffed Thomas' mouth with some worn stockings and taped it shut. "See? Now your turn. Open wide." He gagged me too and left us alone all night. 

"Cootchie cootchie coo" he woke us up again in the morning. 

We ate breakfast and used the bathroom and showered.

"I've got something special planned for you two tomorrow so I'm going to give you a little break today." She used nail polish remover to clean our fingers and toes.

"Go put on your regular clothes and go to the park or do whatever you want for the day."

We didn't question her. We did exactly what she said and went to the park and had fun all day. 

Mrs. G didn't paint our nails when we got home but she did make us put on dresses and hose. Rob tied us up again that night. Instead of nylons he decided to use the socks we wore all day. 

"No, you can't use our socks to gag us! Please! Don't gag us with those! I'm begging you! I'm freaking begging you Rob!"

I bowed down and kissed his stinking feet but he was having none of that. He shoved both of my socks into Thomas' mouth and then stuffed his sock into my mouth. He gagged us with tape and left us until morning.

"Cootchie cootchie coo." This time it wasn't Rob that tickled our feet. It was Mrs. G. She untaped and untied us so we could eat and us the bathroom. Fran came over early because Mrs. G said we had a big day ahead of us.

"Doll them up and gag them" Mrs. G instructed.

She painted our nails first. She picked silver nail polish. She did our makeup while it dried. Then we got dressed. Bras stuffed with padding, panties, light brown sundresses, beige pantyhose for Thomas, coffee colored pantyhose for me. 

She gagged us with a mouthful of stockings and five wraps of tape. She even made us wear the heels Mrs. G bought for us. Orange heels for me, pink heels for Thomas. 

We sat gagged in the living room and waited for Mrs. G's big surprise. We figured Rosie or Katie would be showing up to take us out somewhere.

But we weren't expecting my MOM to show up.

"MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMPPHH!" I cried. 

"Andy be quiet for a minute. I have to talk with Mrs. G. Well I must say I like their clothing. They look adorable in their heels and their pantyhose. And I love the idea of the gags. Andy never shuts up at home."

My mom revealed that they discussed this previously over the phone and Mrs. G explained to her how forcing us to dress in girls clothes would help us understand and respect women more. We didn't agree but we didn't have a choice. 

"I see no reason not to continue this for the rest of the summer. And as we already discussed I see no harm in doing this next summer too. But on one condition. I want there to be days where the boys spend the day at my house." Mrs. G agreed. 

We groveled at their feet but their mind was already made up. My mom had a habit of wearing knee high stockings like Mrs. G. It made her feet stink but we groveled at them anyway.