Thomas 16

 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 me. But I knew it wasn't just about making sure I was sitting down. It was about the control they had over me. It was about reminding me of my place, my position among them. 


Barbara tied my wrists behind my back and my ankles together afterwards and gagged me with a mouthful of nylons and tape. Then she bid me farewell. I was left to struggle and moan all day while she went out shopping and enjoying herself.


She untied me when she got back and made me come into the living room. She was wearing her leather heels and instructed me to kneel in front of them. She kicked off her heels to show her black knee high stockings that were glazed with foot sweat. I gagged from the smell. 

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