![]() We moaned into our gags as we struggled to get free. They tricked us into dressing up like girls just so they could tie us up, humiliate us, and make us their slaves. ![]() I could see their full plan coming into focus. Once we were all tied up and gagged the girls laughed and told us to have fun. It doesn't sound that effective but pantyhose are extremely difficult to untie or get free from. They didn't want to duct tape our legs and ruin our pantyhose so they got more pantyhose and used it to tie our ankles and knees together. We did and they duct taped our hands behind our back. We laid on our stomachs and they told us to cross our hands behind our back. I could tell by the sour look on John's face that Jenna's socks didn't taste any better.Īfter we were done cleaning they ordered us to go into John's room and lay on his bed. It was tasted so salty because of her foot sweat. The footies that were balled up in my mouth were damp and moist from Megan's sweaty feet. We were standing a few feet apart but we could barely make a sound minus the odd muffled grunt or groan. ![]() We had to keep our gags on the entire time. We dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the windows, the dresser, made her bed, picked up her dirty clothes. Then they gagged me with tape and told us to get to work. She rolled both of them into one nylon ball and shoved it into my mouth. They're like the little foot covers they give you at shoe stores if you're not wearing socks. For those of you that don't know what footies are, they are like ankle sock but made of nylon material. She had these tan nylon footies that barely went up to her ankles. "Well since I don't have anymore dirty socks lying around those will have to do." "Give me your socks" Jenna said to Megan. He made some muffled protests but she crammed the other one in without hesitation and Megan gagged him some pieces of duct tape. He opened his mouth and she crammed one sock in. He refused but she quickly reminded him of the pictures. Megan got a roll of duct tape and Jenna told John to open his mouth. She took her white socks off her feet and balled them up. "But I don't want to hear you making a fuss about it so I think I'm going to gag both of you first." "First I want you to clean my room" Jenna said. Now if we wanted the pictures back we would have to do exactly as they said. John started freaking out but Jenna just laughed and said we fell for their trap. Then Jenna pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures of us. We looked at each other and almost didn't recognize ourselves. Then Jenna found these blonde wigs she had bought when she was younger and put them on us. Jenna painted my fingernails pink while John's dried and Megan applied makeup, eyeliner, and mascara to both of us. I went in next and came out all dressed up to find the girls painting John's fingernails pink. John went first and came out dressed in the white blouse, skirt, and tan pantyhose. She explained to us how to put the trainer bra and pantyhose on and told us to go into the bathroom to change seperately. Jenna went through her old clothes and found two white trainer bras, two pairs of white panties, white blouses, plaid skirts, and tan pantyhose. John was hesitant, but the girls eventually persuaded him to go along. Me, never shying away from a dare and always curious as to what girls clothes felt like, agreed to do it. The girls then dared us to let them dress us up like girls. They wanted to play truth or dare with us. That night Jenna invited her friend Megan over (also 16 at the time). She said Jenna was going to be in charge and for me and John to listen to everything she said. ![]() B) greeted me at the door and told me she had to go out that night. One weekend my mom went out of town and I went to stay next door for a couple of days. John and I were 12 at the time and Jenna was 16. The mother was also a single parent and had two kids. Sometimes she would let me stay next door with our neighbors. Sometimes she would get a babysitter on weekends when she had to leave town. My mom was a single parent who used to travel a lot for work.
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