Jim 2

 I was bound and gagged the entire time Sara was at work. When she got home, she untied me but told me to keep my gag on. I really had to go to the bathroom. She followed me and gave me some momentary privacy so I could drop my panties and hosiery and sit down.

It was Sara's new rule. As long as I was living like a girl, I had to sit down to pee.

I sobbed into my gag and waved goodbye to my manhood and dignity while Sara giggled.

"Don't worry, you will get used to sitting down. Soon I won't even have to remind you." I let out a loud, furious grunt from my gag.

When it was time to eat dinner she ripped the tape off.

"Ouch! Why don't you just rip my lips off next time?"

"Maybe I will. Now shut up and eat."

The next day I was bound hand and foot with rope and gagged with duct tape. But this time she stuffed one of her dirty worn socks in my mouth before gagging me. I had on a bra stuffed with padding, panties, a yellow sundress, and suntan pantyhose. 

"You look adorable" she teased me. "Just a little pantyhose wearing sissy." I grunted into my gag.

"Oh, I forgot to mention I ordered you a gift online. It's a fishnet bodystocking."

I groaned and sighed through my gag.

On that note, she went to work. I struggled briefly but the ropes would not budge. I settled down to the fact that I would be bound and gagged all day.

I stayed tied up until she got home from work. Then I sat on the toilet, still gagged while Sara watched me.

"Get used to it. You will be sitting down for the duration of your stay."

I sobbed into my gag.

The next day Sara was off from work. She had me shave my body again.

"I just realized I forgot to paint your nails. Major oversight!"

I sighed. "Let's just get this over with."

She settled down and paint my fingers and toes pink and purple, purple for my toes, pink for my fingers. Then I was gagged. Instead of a sock, she stuffed a pair of her dirty panties and I glared at her while she tape gagged me.

"Your bodystocking came this morning. Go put it on."

I put on a clean bra and stuffed it with padding, panties, and the fishnet body stocking. She didn't leave any other clothes out for me to wear. I felt totally exposed with the bodystocking as it was practically see through and the bra and panties were on full display. 

"You look fabulous!" she said. "You look like a little fishnet fairy haha. What a sissy! Now back to your room. I have plans today so you're getting tied up again." 

She tied me up and gagged me with tape. Instead of using a sock as stuffing, she stuffed a pair of her worn panties in my mouth. I glared at her as she tape gagged me. 

I spent the rest of the day bound and gagged in that fishnet body stocking. I hated every minute of it. I wondered how long she was going to do this before she got bored with me and finally let me be. 

She untied me when she got home so I could eat, shower, use the bathroom. But I had to wear the fishnet body stocking all day and night into the next morning. 

In the morning (still gagged) I went to the bathroom while Sara watched.

"See you're already getting used to sitting down" she said laughing. I sobbed again into my gag. I hated what my friend had reduced me to.

My hands and ankles and knees were all bound together and then she tape gagged me. This time she used a pair of worn tights to fill up my mouth and keep me quiet. I spent the day like that, struggling on and off against my ropes. I was still wearing the body stocking. She had me change later that night.

This went on for the first few weeks with Sara crossdressing and humiliating me. I spent most days bound and gagged and dressed like a sissy until it became the norm for me. Every day I had to wear a new dress or skirt and blouse with stockings or hose. Every day I had to squat just to take a leak. I didn't have any choice or say in the matter if I wanted to have a place to stay and live for the time being. 

One day she had another gift she ordered for me. A red lingerie set. I got changed that morning. Put on a pair of red panties, garter belt, red fishnet stockings. But instead of the red bra, she gave me something else to wear. Red pasties to cover my nipples. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and wanted to cry. I looked ridiculous.

"Perfect" Sara said when she got a look at me. "You look fabulous. A real fishnet fairy."

She was off that day so she didn't tie me up. She made me clean the house instead. She gagged me with a worn sock and a few strips of tape and told me to get to work.

I vacuumed the living room and dusted around the house. Then I had to scrub the kitchen floor. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing when she walked in to check up on me.

"You're not done yet? Hurry up slave. And I want that floor to sparkle when you're done with it." I didn't appreciate being called a slave but it was an accurate title.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning and the night tied up. She was off the next day and had me make her breakfast.

I slaved over a hot stove in a red bra stuffed with padding, red panties, tan pantyhose, and the garter belt and red fishnet stockings over the hosiery. I felt like a total joke. Sara was really getting off on humiliating me. I don't know how much more I could take of this.

I served her her food. "Thanks sissy" she told me. I hated her little nicknames for me. It was so degrading. Since I was gagged I couldn't reply. She let me take it off and eat a little bit when she was done with breakfast.

She had work that day so I spent most of that day tied up and gagged. And the same the next day. And the day after that.

But that day I heard the door open and I knew it wasn't Sara. Sara was usually louder and it was too early for her to be home from work. The bedroom door opened and I spied a familiar face. She was Sara's friend Jade who had went to high school with us.

"Mmmph! Mmmmpph! Mmmmmppph! Mmmmppphhhh! MMMMPPPPHHHH!"

I was begged through my tape gag for her to help me out.

"Hey I remember you. You're Jim right?"

"MMHM!" I grunted.

"Yeah Sara told me about you. I didn't believe it at first but wow..."

I was wearing a bra stuffed with pads, panties, a black dress, and beige hose. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. I continued to beg through my gag.

"You can save your strength because I'm not going to untie you. I just wanted to stop by and see this for myself. I hope you enjoy your stay Jim. If you need any skirts or pantyhose to borrow just give me a call."

Two months later I was cleaning around the house in a French maids outfit and black thigh high fishnets. I was gagged with a pair of her pantyhose. She had rolled the crotch portion up and stuffed it in my mouth, wrapped the legs around my mouth and head and tied them behind my head tightly in an effective gag. 

"You are doing such a good job" she said. "And I think you're ready for the next step in your feminization. I think it's time we get you some wedges and heels to walk around in while you serve me."

I didn't like the sound of it at all. And what did she mean the next step? How many steps were there? What else was she planning to do with me?