Fictional Tie Up Stories

My name is Sam. I didn't have too many friends growing up but I had a few people I hung out. One of my best friends was a kid named Josh whose mom was a single parent like mine. She used to travel a lot for work and would often hire a sitter. But as we got older, she started to trust Josh on his own. When we were in high school, she would leave every Friday for work and be back by Sunday night or Monday morning. She would let Josh stay by himself and leave him money for things like pizza or other takeout. I would stay over some weekends and it was always fun being left unsupervised.  One weekend, when we were about 15 years old, Josh had invited me to stay over. I came over his house that Friday after school and his mom was already long gone. We hung out, played video games, ordered pizza. Before it got dark, Josh challenged me to a game of basketball. He had a hoop outside and we were always playing in our spare time. "Let's make things interesting" Josh said. "...

 Barbara stayed over for a couple of days while Kim went on vacation. I wake up after the first day to her tickling my nylon feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" she taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo." I let out a loud, frustrated grunt through my gag and kicked my bound feet around. She freed me after a few minutes of tickling. I rubbed my sore wrists when she untied my hands. She let me untie my own ankles and remove my gag. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I spit out a ball of worn nylons.  "Do you want toast or waffles for breakfast?" she asked. I didn't answer so she decided. Waffles. She made me lie on my back and held them between her toes so I could eat. When I was done, I had to lick all the syrup and butter from her soles and between her toes. I felt like I was going to be sick.  Then she let me go to the bathroom. She supervised to make sure I was sitting down to pee. It's not like I had any other choice with the chastity device locked on...

The last thing I expected was for Mrs. G to tell my mom about Thomas and I. But she was not only ok with the whole arrangement, she also wanted us to spend some of our time at my house. Mrs. G agreed to her conditions. We groveled at their nylon feet and begged for them to reconsider, but they had made up their minds already.  I was furious with Mrs. G. I couldn't believe she had told my mom about Thomas and I. And I was also fuming with my mom. I couldn't believe she was on board with the whole situation. She wasted no time taking advantage of the situation. She had Mrs. G drop us off the following week.  Our nails needed to be painted again so that was the first thing she did. She chose bright red nail polish. She put one coat on our fingers. She painted our toes while it dried. When they were both dry, she put a second coat on. Then she ordered us to get dressed.  My mom had a little surprise waiting. Yellow cheerleader uniforms she had gotten from her friend who was a...