Andy and Thomas 37

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 teacher and cheerleading coach. We both sighed at the sight of the uniforms.

"Come on mom, give us a break" I said. "We don't want to spend the whole summer dressed like stupid girls." 

"That's the first problem right there. Girls are not stupid at all. And you need to learn that. And there are other valuable lessons you can learn from this experience. But you will understand when you are a little older. So get dressed." 

We went and got changed separately. We put on bras stuffed with padding, panties, tan pantyhose, and the yellow cheerleader uniforms. I didn't know how long my mom was going to have us stay before we went back to Mrs. G's. I honestly couldn't decide what would be worse.

My mom told us to go to my room where she had a few rolls of duct tape waiting for us.

She made us put our hands together so she could wrap them with tape. Then she used rope to bind our ankles and knees together. 

Mrs. G must have shown her the ropes no pun intended. Because she knew exactly how to tie our legs. There was only one thing left to do. She got a bunch of her worn nylons together.

"I've been saving these ever since Mrs. G told me you would be staying here. Now open nice and wide."

Instead of fighting her, we opened our mouths and let her stuff them in and use tape to wrap around our mouths and heads five times. We laid there while she went about her day, checking on us every now and then. I tried kicking my legs around to see if I could loosen the ropes a little. But my mom did an excellent job of tying us up. And our hands were useless so long as they were wrapped in duct tape. 

Her stockings tasted bitter and salty. I gagged from the sickening taste. I could tell by Thomas' expression that he thought the same. 

We spent the day and night in those silly cheerleader uniforms. I felt ridiculous. We ate in them and even slept in them. She made us wear them again the next day. 

The only thing that changed was we put on clean bras, panties, and different hosiery. My mom picked white pantyhose for me and flesh colored pantyhose for Thomas. 

We were tied up again after we ate breakfast. "I have to do some shopping. You two stay put." 

She was gone for a few hours. I couldn't take it at one point and just started screaming into my gag as loud as I could. I was hoping maybe someone outside would hear me and help us out. No luck though. We remained bound and gagged for the rest of the day. I tried several times but nobody heard me. Thomas even joined in a few times but our gags made sure no one could hear us. 

She untied us for dinner and let us shower and use the bathroom. Then we got dressed again and she called us into the living room. She was on the couch waiting for us. "Sit" she said. We sat on the floor and she put one nylon foot on each of our laps. 

"My feet are killing me. So why don't you rub them like you do for Mrs. G." We sighed and rubbed her nylon clad feet. Her brown stockings were glazed with foot sweat. I retched from the smell. 

"I'm on my feet all day" my mom said. "I'm sorry they don't smell like roses. But it's a smell you will have to get used to."

We rubbed her soles and heels, massaged her toes. The smell was killing me. Thomas gagged several times as he rubbed one sweaty nylon foot. 

"Keep working" she said. "They're still hurting me." 

We rubbed her sweaty feet for what felt like forever. Then she asked us to take her nylons off and resume massaging. We didn't argue. We just did as she told us. We rubbed her smelly bare feet in silence, trying not to gag or retch. 

"Ok that's enough." We breathed a sigh of relief. "Now kiss them."

"NO!" I cried.

"Kiss them or I'll gag you again. But instead of using three pairs of knee highs, I'm going to use four pairs."

We rolled our eyes and started kissing. We kissed her soles and arches. They were so incredibly salty. She gave us additional commands. She made us kiss the heels of her feet and lick her soles. Our last task involved licking and cleaning between her toes with our tongues. Mrs. G must have told her everything about us and she was taking full advantage of the situation.

We spent the night bound and gagged. We ate in the morning and showered. We put clean bras and panties on, clean pantyhose, but she made us put the same yellow cheerleader outfits on. I was given beige pantyhose to put on and Thomas was given coffee colored pantyhose.

"How long do we have to wear these stupid outfits?" Thomas asked.

"For the rest of your stay." We both groaned and complained but she quickly silenced us with tape and a mouthful of her gross nylons. 

"I'm not working and I don't have anything to do today" my mom said. "So I'm going to rest and you're going to clean up for me."

We were used to this from staying with Mrs. G. We didn't like it but we went right to work. We cleaned my room first, washed the bedsheets, picked everything up off the floor. Then we did the rest of the laundry. In between washing and drying sheets and clothes, we dusted around the house. Then we vacuumed the carpet in the living room and scrubbed the kitchen floor. We could hardly make a sound with those gags on. So we just cleaned quietly and were thankful we weren't tied up. 

When we finished my mom checked our work. "Good job. But you missed the bathroom. Go empty the garbage and clean it up. We sighed into our gags and worked on cleaning the bathroom. We were scrubbed the bathroom floor when I heard the front door open.

"Oh wow you weren't joking" I heard someone say as they peeked into the bathroom. It was my cousin Paige.

"They look ridiculous. I love it hahahaha. Hey Andy I think you have a run in your pantyhose. But don't worry I'll help you fix it." 

When Paige got done laughing at our predicament she let us finish cleaning. Then we joined her and my mom in the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon. Paige is joining us tonight."

"I can get over how silly they look. They look cute though. I hate to say it but their legs look better than my legs do in pantyhose. But the hair kind of ruins it. If they are going to be girls all summer, you should make them shave it."

We groaned and pleaded into our gags. We didn't need her giving my mom any new ideas. 

Paige stayed for dinner and couldn't stop giggling or making fun of us. She couldn't wait to see us again and come over one day to paint our nails or play "dress up" with her cousin and his friend. 

We spent the night tied up and taped again. We used the bathroom and showered and ate breakfast in the morning. We put on clean bras and stuffed them with padding, panties, the cheerleader outfits again, and pantyhose. 

My mom gave me yellow pantyhose and she gave Thomas pink pantyhose to put on. She told us to sit on the couch while she got a roll of tape. She made us put our hands together so she could wrap them in tape until we were unable to separate them at all.

Our ankles and knees were tied with rope after that. And then our mouths were filled with a handful of worn nylons. She wrapped tape around our heads five times to make sure we couldn't spit them out. 

"I've got to go to work. But Paige will be by later to check up on you. Mrs. G may stop in too." 

She turned on the TV for us and left in a hurry. We didn't try to escape. The tape made it impossible for us to use our hands at all. And we couldn't walk or move around with our legs tied. We heard a lot of noise outside. We heard one of the neighbors mowing their lawn. Kids playing in someone's front yard. Cars passing down the street. I tried to get people's attention several times. We were in the living room which was just past the front door. The curtains were all shut but I thought maybe someone would be able to hear me and help us out. 

"MMMMPPHHH! MMMMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMMMPPPHHHHH!"

Thomas took after me and started grunting and moaning into his gag. We begged and pleaded for help but nobody could hear.

We tired ourselves out and laid there until my cousin Paige showed up. She had a plastic bag with her. "I made a little stop on the way here. I got you something I think you're going to like." 

She untied our legs first and then cut the tape off our hands. "Keep your gags on" she said. She took out a package from the bag. It was a pack of disposable women's razors. She gave one pink razor to each of us and told us to go to the bathroom. There were two bathrooms so I used the one downstairs and Thomas went upstairs. 

We protested through our gags at first but Paige told us she was in charge and my mom gave her the OK. So we went into the bathrooms and Paige gave us privacy while we shaved our arms and legs. I put the hose back on once my legs were shaved. But not before Paige gave us some lotion to put on so our skin wouldn't dry out. 

Paige stayed again for dinner. My mom was pleased with her work. Paige was very pleased with herself too. "Look how shiny and smooth their legs look now!" she joked. 

On our last day there, my mom made us put the cheerleader outfits on again with some suntan pantyhose. 

She made us clean around the house one more time. We made the beds, did the laundry, dusted and cleaned. We were gagged the whole time. Thomas and I would look at each other in between our chores and just shake our heads. We couldn't actually talk and there was no other way to expression our situation. We both felt trapped. 

My mom said we could watch TV when we finished cleaning. But I knew she wasn't going to let us sit in the living room without being bound. 

She tied our ankles and knees and duct taped our hands so we couldn't go anywhere. We still had our gags on and I had a feeling they were going to stay on for most of the day. And I was right. 

My mom told us that Mrs. G was going to pick us both up tomorrow. But she said we would be coming back to stay here sooner or later. She told us to listen to Mrs. G and do everything she says.