02 - More pantyhose fun
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By Tom
Sunday October 8th 2000 04:49:44
More pantyhose fun 1/2
Hey every one. Since i've gotten a couple people asking for more stories, I feel i should share more. Thanks for liking my stories to those who do.
Ok, now on with the story. This is the third or fourth time Sara and i played her 'games'. Sara is my neighbor from the last story, in case u didn't remember. I'd also like to excuse any chatroom lingo I use such as 'u', 'ur', 'r', ect. The only difference in this story is that no one was at my house this time. My parents had taken my sister to the state capital for some school project and I got to stay home by myself, after some begging. I immediately told sara of this good news and seemed excited too.
I went over to her house to walk her over, but she pulled me inside. I sat down and she showed a few items of clothing in front of my face. Tan pantyhose, a blue plaided skirt, panties, small white button down shirt, and another padded bra. She told me to put it on right away. Seeing as we'd go to my house later, I obliged and a few minutes later I came out. I was still getting used to this part of her games. I was beginning to feel more comfortable doing this than the first time. I came out and she jumped me, taping my hands behind my back. She didn't tie my ankles, but sat me down on a chair and began to put on a pair of sketchers on my feet. I asked what she was doing, but she said that i'd see. She told me to wait in the chair while she went off to find something. I waited for about ten minutes until she finally came back. She had an old wig. It looked dusty like it had been stored away for a long time. She washed it off and dried it. While it dried she came over to me.
"You and I are going to go over to your house," she told me.
"I'm a little tied up and a little out of dress," I said becoming nervous about going outside like this.
"Don't worry, we practically live next door to each other."
She lived across the street and a house down from me. What was she talking about?! We would have to cross a street in plain view of all houses on that street. Plus, I was still tied up.
"What if someone sees us?" I asked.
"I know, that's what makes it all the more exciting. Don't tell me you don't get hot thinking about it. I know you, so don't lie," she said back.
What choice did I have? It was that or be tied up for a very long afternoon, probably with more tickle torture than I could endure. I concluded to myself that I would have to agree. She was right, I did find her proposal kind of exciting.
"As soon as the wig dries, we're out of here," she said as she retreated to her room. She came back with a large plastic sack.
She felt the wig and said it was dry enough. Moments later I found myself still tied with duct tape and tied in this strange outfit. The shoes were a little small and my toes almost had to curl to fit. She made sure i looked more like a girl by applying a small amount of make up. Not a lot, but she couldn't help playing 'barbie'. She ordered me to stand up and we headed for the door. She remembered to grab the bag as we walked out the back door.
I didn't really walk around much the past times when I was crossdressed by her. It was very very different than walking wearing 'guy' clothes. The skirt brushing against my pantyhosed legs sent strange vibes up and down my legs while feeling every breeze and small gust of wind. I don't know why, but my legs were more sensitive in nylons. It was also harder to walk in the shoes because they were raise a little more and smaller.
I remember we walked out the back yard and came around the side of the house. Then we looked and didn't see any cars coming. I still had my hands bound behind my back so if I fell, it would be harder to get up. Sara walked behind me to black a clear view of my hands, but it still felt like the whole world was watching me in those few moments. Even though i was nervous and almost turned back, I never had such a rush in my life. To me at that time, I was basically risking my entire life by walking from her house to mine in her clothes and bound. It made me strangely aroused.
After what seemed like a century, we arrived at my house. We went in the back yard to the back door. Then it dawned on me. When I changed, I had left my house key in my jean pockets...and i obviously wasn't wearing them.
"Uh..Sara? I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't have my house key on me and the doors are locked," I explained.
"Ah! Darnit. I knew we forgot something. Since its your keys, your going to go back for them."
"Sara! C'mon, I walked over here and it would be even faster if you went back."
"No, its your punishment for being so forgetful. Hurry before I pulled down your skirt and tie your ankles," she threatened and gave me a hard slap on the butt.
I can still remember the exact words I was thinking at that moment CRAP. I had to walk back alone and bound.
"Here, you'll have to unlock the back door by yourself," she said giving me her house key.
I began my long trek to her house. This time, I ran. I ran faster than I thought possible. The gate to her back yard was shut, so I had a fun time trying to get that undone. Finally, I gave up and went to the front door and with some difficulty, opened it. I ran to my jeans and got the keys. I gave myself a quick rest on her couch. I looked down at myself. The skirt had ridden several inches up my skirt when I sat down. I looked at what she had dressed me in more closely. A plaid skirt and white button down top. Then it came to me, she had dressed me in some kind of schoolgirl uniform. I can still remember asking myself why she liked this freaky thing. Was crossdressing guys a big fetish for her? I didn't think any girls liked guys wearing nylons or even skirts before then. I realised I had wasted enough time and headed for the door. I locked it and exited. I saw a car coming from far down the street. If I hurried, I would make it.
I gave a fast paced walk and hurried. I looked away from the far off car, but I think they saw me because the engine went into a higher gear. I made it to my own backyard gate just in time to hear the car slow down. I looked back and saw three guys looking at me. I moved my wrists as far to the side of me as possible. Sara opened the door and I gladly went inside. I gave her an angry grin as she escorted me inside my house.
(To be Continued...)
Tom
Monday October 9th 2000 04:55:51
Panthose Fun 2/2
Ok, i finally found more time to continue the story.
Sara and I entered the house and headed toward my living room. She sat me down on the couch and she dumped out the contents of the plastic sac. There was a new roll of duct tape, more pantyhose, and some long strips of cloth. She took several of the items and headed toward the basement while I stayed up stairs. I waited and waited.
"What are you doing down there?" I asked her when she came back.
"You'll see," she replied and headed back downstairs.
I was interested, but making me walk from her house to mine in drag? It made me a little angry. I made up my mind to escape. As quickly as I could I ran to my room and grabbed one of my pocket knives. With out too much time past, I cut through the tape and dove toward my bed. I searched frantically for the handcuffs. I mentioned in an earlier story about these metal toy handcuffs where I had disabled the safety mechanism. By all standards, these were real. I found the key next to them and ran to the top of the stairs where I would wait for Sara. What is it with girls and them taking their time to do things? Dates, dances, ect...I'm just joking girls and women. Anyway, I heard Sara slowly walking up the stairs. When she stepped into the hallway, I grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. Then I took each wrist and locked them together. The look on her face was the most valuable thing. She looked so shocked and almost happy. She was wearing black nylon/stretchy shorts with a small blue T-shirt and tan pantyhose.
"I do wonder what you have been doing to waste so much time," I said and gave her a hard slap on her butt for the time she slapped mine outside.
"I knew I forgot to tie you down a little better. Next time, I'll remember."
We continued to walk to the basement and I saw what she had been constructing. I was very impressed with what she had done. Sara had turned the coffee over and placed it against the wall so the legs were sticking out. Then, she had taped it tightly to the wall so it wouldn't fall over. After that, she had those cloth strips tied to each of the legs making it like a crude cross of some sort.
"You've been busy," I commented.
I stood her against the contraption she had improvised to make. I tied each ankle tightly to the table legs and moved up. I unlocked her hands and tied each of them the same way I had done with her ankles. The end result was a standing spread eagle. I admit, it may had been a little extreme for our age, but it was Sara's idea. I was only reversing her plan. I hadn't ever really gotten this intense with bondage. I began to wonder how much farther she would go to make it more exciting.
"Now, what are you going to do to me?" she asked.
It seemed that she was enjoying the sub role more than the dom role. I leaned a little more toward the dom side, but still liked to be tied occasionally. I went over to her bag and looked inside.
"You don't wanna look in there, Tom," she said with a small quiver in her voice.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.
"Just because," she trailed off.
I looked in the bag anyway and became instantly relieved that she was the one tied up. It looked as if she were going to tickle torture me for five hours. She had a feather duster, brushes, single feathers, furs, and some things I didn't even know quite what they were.
"Damn, Sara. You are one kinky girl. I mean, geez!" I said.
Like i said, she was into some intense stuff. I picked out the feather duster and some furs. I advanced on her and ran the furs up and down her arms. She shivered. I remembered something. I almost forgot and so did she. I went back over to the bag and pulled out two of the long cloth sheets. I shoved one in her mouth, followed by five strips of duct tape, and used the other as a blind fold. Then, I ran the furs up and down her arms and around her neck. She gave little grunts and giggles underneath the gag. I got closer and ran the furs around her legs; over every inch and curve. This made her go nuts as her legs were one of the most ticklish places on her body. I did this the longest, weaving the soft furs in between her pantyhosed legs. When she fell back from pleasure and exhaustion, I stopped. I took off the gag and gave her a quick drink of water.
"Ok, Tom, you've had your fun. You found my weakness. Now, its time to let me go," she pleaded.
"Let me put it this way; if I was in your position, would you let me go at this moment?" I asked.
"Of course I would," she answered.
With that, I shoved the cloth back in her mouth and tightly placed duct tape over the bottom of her face. I knew she was lieing. She began to wine from under the gag so I tickled her exposed sides with my fingers. She squirmed and laughed. After a minute of that, I grabbed the feather duster. I lifted up her shirt enough to expose her belly, but I could hear muffled words saying, "You can't remove clothing." I said, "Im not, I'm only lifting it up."
I heard her utter some things in the gag that I couldn't understand. I began tickling her exposed tummy with the duster, I hope it was clean, and she began to writhe and struggle worse than with the furs. I ran the duster over her sides, legs, and arms. She was really struggling because she began to sweat a little and grew more tired. Finally, I stopped after 10 minutes of extreme tickling. I decided she had had enough. Just as I was about to go upstairs a crazy thought entered into my mind. I ran and got my water gun, filled it up, and went back downstairs. I pumped it up, aimed, and pulled the trigger. I got Sara's legs, stomach, chest, face and everything. I got a towel and placed it under her so she wouldn't drip on the carpet. She screamed at me more through the gag for dousing her with cold water like that.
"That's for making me walk across the street and for trying to tickle torture me all afternoon."
I left Sara like that for a while. I don't remember how long because I watched a movie downstairs and kept her blindfolded, occasionally giving her squirts of water here and there. It was a fun afternoon and so enticing that I had almost forgotten I was still wearing her clothes. I hope you enjoyed that story...I did.
And guys, I still say try on a pair of nylons or something and see how u like it...you might even be surprised like I was.
Tom
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Tom's stories
- 01 - Best Bondage Memory (m/f, f/m)
- 02 - More pantyhose fun (f/m, m/f)
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