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When I last left off, I was wearing a bra, panties, a silky red dress, and black thigh stockings with Cuban heels. No wig or makeup, no nail polish but it was still a humiliating scenario. My friend Josh had forced me into this and was basically blackmailing me to go along. 

Once I had changed into the clothes he picked out for me, he made me go to his room and lay on the bed on my stomach. I crossed my hands behind my back so he could tie my wrists. Then he used some more rope to tie my ankles together. 

"I went easy on you yesterday with the cloth but I'm going to use something else today." He produced one of his socks that was recently worn. Before I could protest, he shoved it in my mouth and ripped off a few pieces of duct tape to gag me. 

"Sit tight I've got to do some laundry and chores. And then I've got a little surprise for you. Let me give you a hint." He ran his fingers down my stockinged feet. 

I laid there bound and gagged for an hour while he did his chores. The sock tasted disgusting inside my mouth. It was like a combination of salt and vinegar. And the more the sock absorbed my drool, the more "flavorful" it became for lack of a better term. I tugged at the ropes and tried to kick my feet around to loosen them up, but it was impossible to escape. Josh really knew what he was doing when it came to tying knots. I waited silently for him to finish what he was doing. 

He came back on and took a seat at the foot of the bed. He started slowly, tickling one foot at a time. Every time his fingers scratched my nylon soles, I squealed into my gag. My feet were ticklish enough as it was, but the nylons made it ten times worse. It was like they intensified the effect of the tickling. I laughed and grunted and moaned and begged for him to stop. But he showed no mercy while he tickled my helpless soles and arches. 

"This little piggy went to market" he taunted me when he started tickling between my toes. I rolled my eyes and groaned into my gag. I tried to curl my toes up to stop him from getting in between them but he was relentless. He stopped at one point to eat lunch but offered me nothing. He kept me tied up for most of the day, tickling me on and off, allowing a few bathroom breaks here and there. I finally got to eat something when it started getting dark. 

"Do you really need to tie me up again?" I asked while we ate dinner. 

"I don't have to tie you up at all. I WANT to tie you up. So yes, I'm going to tie you up again tonight. Don't worry, you will get used to it eventually. You'll even get used to the gags." 

He kept his promise and tied me up again after dinner. I had the same silky red dress and black thigh high stockings on. He gagged me with another worn sock and a few strips of duct tape. I stayed that way until morning. He untied me again and let me use the bathroom, eat breakfast, and then he had me change again. 

There was a bra on his mom's bed, along with a matching pair of underwear. A green dress, and thick green tights. I put on the black bra first and the panties, then the dress and the tights. 

He had me come to his room and lay on his bed so he could tie my wrists behind my back. He used more rope to bind my knees and my ankles. 

"I want to try something new for a gag" Josh said. He took a rubber ball and stuffed it inside a thigh high that belonged to his mom. He stuffed the ball into my mouth and tied the stocking behind my head tight. I bit into the rubber ball and groaned. I could still make some noise but it was an effective gag. I groaned again when he sat down on the bed and began tickling me. 

The tights were very thick and offered a layer of protection but I could still feel his fingers scratching and tickling away at my feet. I begged and pleaded for him to stop but my cries fell on deaf ears. The stocking soaked up some of my spit but not enough. And with the ball stuffed deep in my mouth, I could not contain my drool. I must have looked like a drooling idiot as I thrashed around on the bed, trying to kick my feet around.

He tickled me on and off until lunch. That was when he untied me. I removed my ballgag and wiped the drool from my chin. 

"You can go get changed. My mom will be home soon. I wouldn't say anything about this to her. And you shouldn't tell your mom either unless you want everyone at school to see those pictures. So same time next week?"