Adam 5

I was cleaning around the house one weekend at the beginning of May. Dani was out with friends. I was ballgagged the entire time so I couldn't complain or call for help. I slaved around the house in a bra, panties, a white dress, and flesh colored pantyhose.

 

I bumped into her mom when I was cleaning the living room. I "mmmphed" and tugged at the straps of my ballgag.

"Yes that does look uncomfortable. But Dani has the key on her. I can't take it off without it. Sorry."

I mumbled and grunted through my gag.

"I'm sorry I can't understand what you're saying. The gag makes it really hard to understand you. It must be frustrating."

"MMHM!" I grunted angrily.

"I heard you might be staying with us for a while longer. I hope Dani goes easier on you this summer and lets you ditch those pantyhose. The guest room gets pretty hot in the summertime. I can't image what it would be like to sleep in pantyhose all summer long."

 

Dani informed me she was having a party that night when she got home. She told me I would have to spend most of the night outside locked up in her shed unless I wanted to take the risk of someone seeing me in the guest room. I definitely didn't want to take that risk so the shed it was.

 

Dani led me outside before the party begin. I was still ballgagged when she sat me down in a chair she had all set up and cuffed my hands behind me. Then my ankles were cuffed separately to the legs of the chair. She used some rope to tie around my waist and the chair just for good measure. Once I was securely bound and cuffed she left me to go set up for her party.

 

Loud music and conversation drowned out any cries for help I could have made. And I didn't want any of her friends or people from school finding me in there anyway. Dani had made sure to padlock the shed so no one would stumble onto me in there.

 

But at one point during the night I heard the shed unlock. The chair was positioned so that my back was to the doors of the shed. I mmphed into my gag and tried to turn my head to see who it was.

"No way! I can't freaking believe it!" I recognized their voice instantly. It was my cousin Heather. She wasn't alone. Her sister, my other cousin Nicole was with her. And so was Dani's sister Megan.

"So this is where he's been all this time?" Nicole asked.

"Yup" Megan said. "I told you. Adam here is nothing but a pantyhose wearing sissy. My sister makes him dress up every day and leaves him tied up in our guest room while she goes to school."

"I still can't believe it" Heather said. "What a little loser."

"Hey Adam you may have a run in your pantyhose" Nicole said and laughed.

 

I was crushed. I couldn't believe Megan told my cousins about me. But they promised not to tell my parents or their parents. Dani freed me after the party was over and when we were inside I kneeled down and groveled at her smelly feet.

"I'm sorry that Megan told your cousins. I honestly had nothing to do with it. And I didn't know she was going to tell them either. But look on the brightside, at least they won't tell anyone else."

 

One day I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor and I just couldn't take it anymore. The straps of my gag were digging into my cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to rip it off. I tugged furiously at the straps of my ballgag and made as much noise as I could.

"Silence!" Dani said. "Your gag is there for a reason you know."

I lowered my head and sobbed into my gag.

My muffled protests attracted the attention of Allie who popped in to see me.

"What's his deal?"

"He hates his gag. Oh well. Maybe next time he won't try and escape."

 

Allie hung around and talked to Master Dani while I continued scrubbing the floor. I hated Allie seeing me on my knees in a dress and pantyhose, slaving away for my supposed friend. It was so degrading.

 

The humiliation didn't end there though. One weekend, Dani surprised me by letting me know she was going on a short vacation with her mom and sister. Of course she wasn't taking me with them. She told me her friends would be staying over and they were in charge.

 

I was cuffed and gagged that Friday afternoon when Laura and Mallory came over. They made themselves at home and got settled in before they even acknowledged me.

 

"This is going to be such a fun weekend" Laura said. "Remember what I told you when you first started staying here? I said as long as you were staying here you were going to be our bitch. And just look at you in your dress and pantyhose and lace panties. You look absolutely pathetic." I just groaned into my gag.

 

They unlocked me later on so I could eat and so they could make me change my clothes. I put on a purple dress with a bra stuffed with padding and panties. I put some tan hose and then a pair of black fishnet pantyhose over that. That last part was Mallory's idea. She thought it was cute. They decided to make me put on a little fashion show for them. I modeled my dress and hose for them. Then they had me change for them throughout the night. Mallory made me put on different types of fishnets over different kinds of pantyhose and Laura made me try on and model different dresses for them. They had a lot of fun at my expense. I was gagged the entire time so I couldn’t protest.

 

They ordered pizza and ungagged me so I could eat before bed. Then I got to shower and use the bathroom before I got redressed and they tied me up in the guest bedroom.

 

I woke up the next morning to Mallory and Laura tickling one foot each. I groaned into my gag and rolled my eyes. They untied me and ungagged me so I could eat breakfast, use the bathroom, and change my outfit. I put on a white blouse, tartan skirt, and black pantyhose with a bra and panties. I spent most of my day gagged and forced to paint their nails and rub their feet. Laura’s bare feet smelled a bit but it was nothing compared to Mallory’s sweaty, smelly bare feet. I retched into my gag as soon as I got a whiff of them.

 

They kept me tied up in the guest room again until it was time to eat dinner. Then I was right back to where I started in the guest room again. Sunday they spent the entire day tickling my bound feet while I begged and pleaded through my tight gag for them to stop. They made sure to tickle torture me until Dani got home.

 

In June, Dani had a little surprise for me one weekend. She had gone to the beach. And now she was expecting me to clean her feet…with my tongue.