Billy

Day One

Billy, his mother Sara and sister Krissy, moved to the country, their
new home was quite large but isolated. This didn't bother billy too
much, living in the country with a forest beside the property sounded
like a lot of fun. He was a bit of a computer geek, where as his
mother, who managed to use the internet, really knew nothing about
either. Nor did his older sister Krissy, so Billy was in charge of
keeping the families computers working, he was quite good at it too.

Billy was barely a year younger than his sister and for the most part,
they got along fairly well. Some of the time, well once and a while ok
so hardly ever. He did annoy her a lot, he would spend most of his
time finding ways to torment her. Sara was hoping the move to the
country would remedy this. Billy was quite a handful to manage at
times and managed to get himself into a great deal of trouble.

Being slight, he felt he could pass, possibly as a girl. No one had
ever seen him dressed up though, he did start to take more chances but
was never caught. He fought his mother often, to be able to keep his
hair long. She finally gave up years ago and it was very long now.
Quite a bit longer than Krissy's hair was even. His mother gave up and
actually forbid him to cut it, to teach him a lesson

Billy liked to borrow his sister's clothes when no one was at home, he
was very careful and knew neither his sister nor mother knew of his
hobby. Billy fantasized of dressing as a pretty girl in front of them,
not hidden away. More to the point he dreamed of one day being forced
to dress in cute clothes and even to do the family chores, kept as
pretty girl.


He often thought long and hard about that and came up with a plan.

During dinner he was clearing the table and dropped the plates on the
floor collapsing. His mother and sister jumped in alarm. When his
mother asked what had happened, Billy responded that his hip had given
out. She was quite alarmed and asked if he was ok now. He tried to
stand but found he couldn't put any weight on his leg. She had noticed
his hip was bothering him on and off this past few months.

"We will have to go to the hospital," his mother announced, money was
very tight and this was going to cause problems for them.

Billy told her that he just needed to sit for a bit and it should pop
back in, that it went out a few times recently and seemed to pop back
in after a while. His sister Krissy helped him to a chair with a
worried look. Her long brunette hair not covering her cute but worried
face. Billy grimaced but managed to sit in the chair and told his mom
not to worry again.

Of course over the next few days, Billy fell to the ground a few times
and his mother became quite worried again suggesting that maybe they
best go see a doctor. Billy knew money was tight so suggested that he
look on the internet to see if he could discover something.

A few hours later he called his mother to the computer and pointed to
an article, his hip was popping out of its joint. This condition was
called snapping hip syndrome, something that was common for martial
artists and those that studied ballet. There was no real corrective
surgery for this, though there were treatments that could help. It
seemed, according to the article, that there were a few things that
could cause the hip to pop out, each time it popped out, it would do
so easier and easier until it may not go back in.

His mother was concerned when she read this so she continued on to
read what could cause it to pop out.

Poor posture when seated was listed, Billy did slouch a lot.

Poor posture when walking, the body should be kept in line, shoulders
square with feet.

Cold temperatures would cause muscles to contract, if the legs and
hips were kept warmer at all times it would help.

Compression was very beneficial for the leg muscles. This involved
compression stockings or pantyhose.

When walking, taking too large a step could contribute to the hip
popping out. Billy took very large steps, he was a fast walker.

It also seemed, walking with heels raised helped the stretched muscles
that were pulling on the hip to relax, the higher the heels were
raised the more benefit.

Bending by the waist was bad, this pulled on the same muscles. Bending
should be eliminated.

Sitting too much, the muscles needed to be exercised.

Arms should not be raised too high or moved too far to the right or
left, if possible keeping them aligned in front of the waist or behind
would keep the body from twisting and tugging at the hip.


As she read she wondered how they would be able to do these things.
She realized the old farmhouse was cooler than their previous home.
That the new cooler house may be causing some of the problems. She
thought perhaps if Billy wore long underwear this could help with
keeping his legs and hips warm, but he didn't have any and it was back
to the money being tight again. Also the long underwear would do more
than keep his legs warm, they would become uncomfortably hot. The
article mentioned stockings or pantyhose.

Krissy was standing behind her reading over her shoulder and noticed
the same thing, she said she found her legs ached a bit since moving
but she found if she wore her pantyhose or tights it solved the
problem.

Both of them looked at each other at that moment, a light bulb went
off. "Billy would never wear pantyhose," she said to her daughter.

"Well maybe if he discovered that they helped he would not fight it so
much," Krissy said.

"I still think he will fight it, I am going to have to put my foot
down."

Suddenly Krissy pointed to the screen and said, "Oh look there is
more, it says to click here for page two."

Sara moved the mouse and clicked, sure enough page two appeared on the
screen.

The article continued: Snapping hip syndrome is common among ballet
dancers and martial artists as they extend their legs during training
causing hips to become weakened to allow for more stretch.

Billy took ballet for a few years, he was quite adapt at it, this
helped his body become quite supple.

The website indicated:

Treatment for this condition is quite frankly easier for girls than
boys with the following method.

Method: This program is designed for a year of trial, in most cases
this year strengthens the hip.

Detailed studies have been completed to help with the previous issues
causing the hip to dislodge from its socket. The methodology is
unorthodox but the results speak for themselves. First off, it is
imperative that the legs and hip be kept warm, but not hot. Woman
found wearing pantyhose or tights would solve this issue, men found
long underwear to be too hot and uncomfortable, it is not rocket
science, the pantyhose and tights worked. Pantyhose with compression
are even more suited as the compression helps the muscles to relax and
keeps them from tugging at the hip. They are also cooler than tights
or long underwear. It is critical that pantyhose or tights be worn at
all times, day and night.

Krissy giggled a bit, Sara shot her a look. "Krissy this is important,
it says each time the hip pops out it is weakened, we need to stop it
from happening or your brother may not be able to walk in the future.
I am going to need your help with this to make it go easier for
Billy."

Raising the heels off the floor, or walking on toes will almost
immediately relieve the pain and reseat the hip. Walking in this
fashion for very long becomes difficult though. Wearing high heels is
the simple solution, the higher the better, the ideal position is
almost completely on toes which involves extremely high heel shoes.

This site is under construction and will be updated daily with more
information and help. Please check back daily.

Sara moaned, "High heels too, he will never go for it"

Krissy looked at mom and said, "But didn't he show you this site?
Hasn't he read all of this?"

"I don't think he realized there was a second page, he just told me
this is why his hip was popping out."

They exchanged glances, getting him to wear pantyhose was going to be
a challenge, adding high heels a virtual impossibility.

"I am going to need your help with this," Sara told her daughter. "We
can't make a big deal of it."

Billy was in his room on the second floor wondering how his website
was going over. The thought of being told to wear pantyhose at all
times was quite exciting to him, little did he know that this was
precisely what his mother had in mind as she climbed the stairs.

Billy jumped when his mom knocked on the door, he was so deep in his
fantasy, the one that was about to become reality. "Come in," he
called out, closing the book he was reading, well sort of.

"Billy I read that article you showed me, did you know that there was
a second page?" his mom asked as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"Uhm, no, there was only one page wasn't there? Explaining why my hip
was popping out, from ballet."

Sara smiled. "No there was a page two that had some helpful tips on
how to keep your hip from popping out" She passed the notebook
computer over to him and watched as he opened the top and started to
read.

Billy pretended to scan through and then sputtered, "Pantyhose? Mom I
can't wear pantyhose."

"Yes you can honey, the heels too, it is important that we stop your
hip from causing you so much pain, the article said this works, so
let's give it a try, there is only the three of us here, no one is
scheduled to visit, it is a good time, besides your legs will be
warmer and stop aching with the pantyhose on."

Before Billy could reply Krissy walked in with her hands behind her
back. "How did he take it?" she asked her mother, watching Billy.

Her arms came forward one dangling from one hand was a pair of heels,
the other clutched a pair of beige pantyhose and there was a flash of
something shiny and pink in the middle of the hose.

Billy saw the flash and looked at his sister grinning and over to his
mother. "Mom don't make me wear pantyhose please, there must be
something else that will work?"

Sara just shook her head quietly back and forth a stern look appearing
on her face. "Billy you are to put on the stockings and heels and come
downstairs, I want you to give this a try, if it doesn't work, then we
will look for something else, but I am serious about this, there is no
discussion or argument. Now change please."

Krissy stepped forward, her grin quite wide now, holding up her
pantyhose and heels for her brother to put on. This was going to be
good to see the little twerp prancing around in heels.

Billy looked at the pantyhose that were just inches from his face now
and saw the pink again, he turned to his mom... "Panties too? I have
to wear panties?" His face showed a look of shock.

Sara held up a pair of his boxers that were lying on the floor "Come
one Billy, do you think it would be comfortable to wear these under a
pair of snug fitting pantyhose? Thank your sister for your new
underwear Billy and stop this nonsense, they are just clothes, we wear
them all the time."

"Girl's clothes," Billy complained again, taking the shoes and nylons
from his sister. She ruffled his hair. "Come on bro, I won't tell
anyone and look" pointing to her feet below her jeans, "I am wearing
them too, they help to keep my legs from aching too."

"Yes, but you are a girl!" Billy pointed out, very clearly.

"Billy! I have had enough. You know what to do," Sara told him, with a
very stern look.

Sara and Krissy left the room, closing the door behind them, loudly.
Billy's heart was pounding, he had been actually told to put on
panties, pantyhose and heels, furthermore that he had to wear them
until further notice. He was very excited as he stripped off his
boxers and jeans. Taking the pink satin panties, noticing his sister
selected a high rise bikini, he pulled them on, feeling their snug fit
as they slid over his bum. There was a seam in the center at the back
that slipped into his crack, accenting it. There was going to be a
vivid panty line across the center of his cheeks, he peeked in the
mirror twisting back and forth. The pantyhose he was careful with,
tugging them up so as not to put a run in them, they fit snugly over
his hairless legs. His sister was always envious that he had no hair
on his legs whereas she had to wax.

Tugging his jeans back on, he noticed how easily they pulled up, and
as he moved he felt them slide across the nylon sending shivers up his
back. With each move he was reminded that he was wearing pantyhose, it
was a feeling that was going to send shivers up his back, all day
long. He looked at the shoes, they were a brown sandal with a four
inch heel. His feet were small so the heel seemed very tall to him as
he slipped his foot in each shoe fastening the ankle strap. Standing
he wobbled a bit, looking in the mirror at the tall heels. He was
close to standing on his toes, the arch was so high.

Carefully he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother
and sister were making lunch. His heels clicking loudly on the
hardwood floors he entered, watching them look first at him and then
down at his stocking clad feet which were peeking out below his jeans.

Sara smiled and asked if he felt a difference. Billy acted surprised
and said "my hip is not hurting and it seems to be fine right now, but
seriously could you find a pair of shoes with a higher heel?"

Krissy reminded him the article said the highest possible heel should
be worn and that she had some shoes with much higher heels that they
would give him when he became accustomed to walking in heels.

"Much higher heels, you expect me to wear heels that are even higher?"
Billy exclaimed.

"Oh yes, I have a pair that I wore to that kinky Halloween party last
year," she said, "you should love them as they are ballet heels."

Billy rolled his eyes "Ballet slippers have no heels" Billy mumbled,
walking to the table so he could sit down.

"Ballet shoes silly," Krissy corrected. "They have heels and I can't
wait to see you mincing around in them." She added, "They lock on too,
so once you are wearing them, you will be stuck in them."

"Krissy..." Sara warned with a stern glance. Watching Billy sit down,
his jeans riding up and his cute feet fully exposed with the sandals
now. "Oh no you don't missy, you have to stand and walk as much as
possible to get used to the heels and to help reseat your hip." she
told him. "You can make us lunch.

Missy, did she say missy? Billy moaned but his heart did another
pitter-patter as he was ordered to do chores. His heels clicked as he
walked around the kitchen gathering bread and cold cuts from the
refrigerator to make sandwiches. He loved the feeling as the nylons
rubbed against his jeans and the confining feel of the shoes squeezing
his feet forcing him to walk almost on his toes. He planned his next
edit to the web site as he opened a tin of soup to heat. When lunch
was prepared he set the table, his mother and sister talking and
watching occasionally. When lunch was finished he was delegated to the
cleanup as they left to sit outside. Later Billy joined them on the
porch.

Sitting down he reached down and slipped a shoe off. His mother
called out "Hey what are you doing?"

Billy complained his feet were sore. She just said "They will be until
your feet become used to the heels, but that won't happen if you take
them off. Don't let me catch you taking off your shoes again without
permission. The article also said you must keep your heels raised to
help your hip so no way are you taking them off."


Billy's plan was clicking in place, now he was not allowed to remove
his shoes. Then he was surprised when his mom asked, "Isn't today a
lawn cutting day, the grass is very tall."

Billy looked out at the lawn, sure enough the grass desperately needed
to be cut. His mom said, "No time like the present." looking at him
with that.. Well get up and do it look.

Billy asked if he could go put on his runners so he could push the
mower about. "No, I just told you that you were to wear those heels
all day, the walking will do you a lot of good."

"But mom my heels will sink in the grass, it will be hard to walk."

"That will do the lawn some good too, you will aerate the lawn, that
is supposed to be good for the grass," she smirked. "Put the weight on
your toes and you won't sink in too much. Now off you go."

The sun had come out and it was hot on the porch, the lawn was going
to be much warmer, even though the house remained cool most of the day
with all the shade from the trees, the lawn was going to be too hot
for jeans and pantyhose. Billy tried the next part of his plan....
"Mom it is too hot to cut the lawn now, with the pantyhose on I am
already starting to melt."

"Billy, put on shorts. I don't expect you to cut the lawn in your
jeans."

"Can I take off the pantyhose then?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"NO Billy, I am getting tired of this, you are wearing pantyhose and
high heels for the rest of the month, stop asking. We will then judge
if it is working, if so you will continue, is this clear?"

Billy fought to keep a smile from forming. "Yes Mom," he quietly said,
leaving to change into a pair of shorts.

"Billy, borrow a pair of Krissy's shorts, yours are long and will not
allow you to cool off much," she called out to him as he was walking
away.

"Aww Mom really?"

"Yes Billy."

Krissy had heard and quickly provided Billy with a cute, very short
and snug pair of shorts, they were white so he couldn't whine about
girly colors, well mostly white, there was a cute flower pattern
around the waist.


Later as he walked back and forth, his heels making pushing the mower
so much harder. The only way he could walk was prancing carefully on
his toes. The sun gleaming off his nylon encased legs he was feeling
more like the family servant. Forced to do chores wearing heels and
pantyhose. When he finished his mother came over and instructed him to
sweep all the walk ways and driveway. He felt so exposed, but almost
no one came down the long road, but still...

The day continued, both his sister and mother tried to keep him filled
with chores and tasks to keep him on his feet. He would sit down when
given a chance and remove his heels, hoping to be caught. He was each
time and his mother was becoming annoyed. "Billy please go and check
the mailbox, and if I catch you taking your shoes off again I will be
very annoyed"

Billy gulped, the mailbox was at the end of their lane, which was more
like a road it was so long, then the mailbox was on the street. Cars
did drive by out there, only the first half of the drive was treed,
then he would be exposed with nowhere to hide. "Ok Mom I will just put
my jeans back on"

"Don't be silly, it is still quite warm out, off you go," she smiled.
She watched as he left, Krissy's shorts were much cuter on him than he
probably knew.

Billy began the walk down the drive, his heels clicking loudly on the
asphalt. The breeze tickled his legs and the sun beat down at them,
the feeling was intense. He felt the nylon rubbing as his legs brushed
each other while concentrating on keeping his balance, still getting
accustomed to walking in the high heels. He watched a car drive by on
the road as he started to clear the trees, he knew the pantyhose his
sister gave him, had a shine to them, they would be noticed if anyone
drove by. He hadn't expected to be told to wear her shorts. She did
pick a very girly pair, he knew she had much plainer shorts, but he
wanted to wear these, so he didn't put up much of a fuss. They were
quite snug and were showing a lot more of his pantyhose than any
shorts he owned.

He debated going back and saying there was no mail, but there was
always something, junk mail and a paper. It was another quarter mile
of lane to walk before he reached the road, he now felt his mother was
punishing him for taking his shoes off with the long walk and possibly
some embarrassment. He dwelled on what he had gotten himself into as
he continued, he set up the parameters but his sister and mother were
the unknowns in his little experiment. What they could make him do was
the exciting part.

Before he knew it he had reached the end of the drive and looked up
and down the road, he couldn't see around the corner, so there was
really no way to know... He opened the mailbox his back to the road
when he heard a car go by slowly, pins and needles tickled his back as
he broke out in a cold sweat. With his long hair, he hoped the driver
or passengers, he wasn't going to look, would think it was just a girl
checking the mail. The horn tooted and he still didn't look. He heard
the car continue on and gathered up the mail and paper quickly then
began his long walk back to the house.

He walked wiggling his behind like his sister did, enjoying the
feeling of the nylon rubbing over his tush, the sun on his back and
the excitement at being seen. He began to think of his next edit,
wondering how it would morph with his sister and mother interjecting
their own ideas. He thought it would be humiliating if he had to walk
with this wiggle all the time...

Reaching the house with no more cars sneaking up on him, his feet now
hurting quite a bit from the long walk he again wondered at the events
he started, knowing now, he was stuck in the high heels and pantyhose
for at least a month with no way out.

After being told to make and serve dinner, following up with washing
and drying the dishes. Billy felt more like the house slave. They had
a perfectly good dishwasher but Billy's mom decided if he did them by
hand he would be forced to stand longer. There was no arguing with
her. His feet were really sore now.

When his kitchen chores were completed Billy made his way into the
living room, his heels clicking loudly on the floors. It was still
quite warm and the heat finally managed to find its way into the
house, so Billy was still wearing his shorts, he kept sliding his
palms over his thighs feeling his silky legs. He stood at the edge of
the living room and asked if he could now sit down.

"Yes honey, but leave your shoes on please, you have taken them off
quite enough today," his mother answered. He slipped onto the couch
across from his sister to watch T.V.

His sister stretched out, her feet brushing against his thighs. She
giggled sliding her foot up and down his thigh and said "oh that feels
nice, you do have pretty legs Billy." watching him blush. She had
caused him to blush a few times today with remarks she had made.
Telling him that she loved having a new servant to wait on her. It was
what he wanted so this caused a blush rather than an argument as he
hastened to do whatever she had asked. She enjoyed ordering him about,
knowing he had to obey.

"Mom don't you find Billy to be very eager to please today?" she asked
her mother, pressing her feet against his thighs. "I bet he would even
give me a foot massage if I asked," she giggled.

"I bet he would love one after wearing those heels all day," Sara
said, "too bad he can't take his shoes off."

"How about it Billy, can I have a foot massage?" Krissy asked
slipping one of her feet onto his lap.

"That's just mean Krissy." Sara giggled.

"But mom you told Billy he had to do whatever I told him to do today."
Krissy pointed out. "Besides I spent most of my day helping to make
sure he stayed on his feet moving around. I think I deserve a reward
for all my trouble."

"Oh all right." Sara said "Billy rub your sisters feet, she is right
she did spend her day helping you."

As Billy took her nylon covered foot and started rubbing it he
thought, yeah, helping me... more like tormenting and teasing me as
she made me her slave. The aroma of his sisters foot mixing with the
nylon teasing his nose. Her feet were damp and he knew his hands would
be taking on that same smell. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was the
smell of feet. His mind twitched on being the house slave again.

Krissy smiled and rubbed her other foot in his lap, stroking the
inside of his thighs as she wiggled it about. "Mmm that feels good, I
think you should do that every night from now on."

"Mommm," Billy said looking over at Sara.

"Oh shush, she has rubbed your feet enough, honestly you two. If your
sister asks you to rub her feet, can't you just do it without making a
big deal?"

Krissy smiled. "Oh goody, a nightly activity then, this will be so
nice to look forward to, my personal foot massager." Smiling as she
stretched her toes out, lifting one foot teasingly toward his face. He
glared at his sister as the aroma intensified while continuing to rub
her other foot. She was such a tease. But she made him rub her feet
the entire time they sat there. The nylon of her stockings rubbing
over his nylon covered thighs, she seemed to like the feeling as she
kept sliding her feet back and forth while watching T.V. He wondered
if she knew what that feeling was doing to him as her delicate feet
slid up and down his legs.

It wasn't too long before Sara sent them off to bed, reminding billy
to keep the pantyhose on all night and asked Krissy to get a fresh
pair of panties for him in the morning. She offered Billy a night
shift to sleep in and Sara told Billy he may want to consider that,
wearing pantyhose under his flannel PJ's would be too warm. Billy
relented, excited at the thought of being forced to wear girls clothes
to bed too.

Before going to sleep he edited the web page, with new tips, for
tomorrow, wondering what the changes would bring as they snowballed
out of his control today. Snuggling under his covers, the "night
shift" his sister provided was of course very girly, she didn't miss
an chance to humiliate him.

...............

Day two

The sun was streaming in the window and Billy woke up and stretched,
feeling his pantyhose slide across the sheets. Getting out of bed he
glanced in the mirror. The cute nightgown his sister gave him barely
covered him, he then realized she had given him a new pair of panties
for today, they were on his dresser, as he put them on he noticed that
they were pinker and covering even less of his behind, he pulled the
pantyhose back on and stepped into the heels that were also left on
his dresser, they had a slightly higher heel. Great.

Getting dressed first thing in the morning was something none of them
did, they usually lounged around in their nightwear until after
breakfast. He didn't have a bathrobe, he wondered what to do when he
heard his Mother calling him. "Billy are you awake yet?"

He called out, "Yes Mom."

"Then come down now please, the website has been updated and we need
to talk."

"I only have on Krissy's nightgown Mom," he yelled back, hoping he
would be told to come down wearing that.

"That's fine honey, it is all Krissy has on, come on down please, and
don't forget your heels," she added.

Billy sipped the sandals on his feet, fastening the ankle strap and
looked in the mirror, his legs shining with the tan hose right up to
his butt, he would have to be careful bending over or those pink
panties were going to make an appearance. He was sure he would be
teased at that. He noticed that the extra inch of heel really forced
him to stand on his toes.

Moments later he clicked his way into the kitchen where his mother and
sister were peering into the computer whispering. His mother looked
up. "Good morning sleepy head. First off how is your hip?"

He told her it hadn't bothered him for a while now. "Since yesterday
when you started with the pantyhose and heels?" she asked.

"I guess so." He nodded pulling out a chair to sit down.

"There is more on the site today as this morning Billy," his mother
said watching billy stand there in the short nightgown. "The research
indicates, as was mentioned yesterday, that bending from the waist
caused the hip to grind and weaken the joint." Billy nodded. "So we
need to be sure that you do not bend at all, rather bend your knees
and squat, if you need to pick something up."

"ok, so I won't bend," Billy offered.

"Well it is not that easy, you bend and will bend without knowing it,
even tiny bends. There is a technique to make you more aware of this
though, to help curb you or train you to not bend at the waist. It is
something girls learn at an early age."

Billy offered a confused look. His mother pointed to the large mirror
on the wall across the room. He looked. "Bend over just a bit," she
said.

Billy did so and blushed right away, the hem of the short nightgown
slid up exposing his pink panties. "Very cute bro," his sister said
walking into the room. Billy blushed more.

"Bingo," said his mother. "This is how girls learn not to bend, or
they expose themselves, just as you did, so the world will see their
cute little panties too."

Billy stood up and tugged at the hem of the nightgown, but it was
short and would not come down any more. He glanced in the mirror again
and saw he was covered, barely.

Krissy giggled.

Sara continued, "They recommend that if you wear a short skirt or
dress for a while, you will quickly learn not to bend. Just as a young
girl does, just as Krissy did."

"Oh I remember that, you would smack my bum whenever you saw my
panties, quite hard too," Krissy said.

"It worked though didn't it?" Sara asked her daughter.

"Yes, you still do it too," Krissy said. "You mean you will smack
Billy's bum if you see his panties?"

"Well, we both will," Sara told her daughter, glancing at Billy. "Just
as I do with you. If I see you expose your panties, I smack that
cheek, if you bend enough that I see panties on both cheeks, you
receive two smacks."

"If I remember right, you would increase the smacks if you caught me
again that day," Krissy said.

Billy looked at the two of them. "You expect me to wear skirts and
dresses now so you can spank me? That is nuts, no way I am going to
wear a dress."

Krissy started to laugh and pointed at him. "You are wearing a dress
now Billy, and it is very short."

Billy blushed and his mom continued, "They also said, that to
strengthen your hip you should wiggle your hips back and forth, like a
model does on a catwalk."

"Wiggle my hips?" Billy pretended to look confused. His sister got up
and walked across the room. "like this silly," she said as her bum
wiggled back and forth in her jeans.

Sara watched. "Yes like that but they said more exaggerated, to really
swing your hips."

Krissy again walked across the room, her bum moving considerably now
in her snug jeans. "You want me to walk like that?" Billy exclaimed.

"Yes," his mother said, "and if I catch you walking without swinging
your bum, I will smack your bum and make you walk back and forth until
you get it right."

That wasn't on the website, another way his suggestion morphed beyond
his control.

Krissy grinned at him, "Oh do I get to give him smacks too if he
doesn't wiggle while he walks?" she asked playfully.

"Of course, we need to enforce this treatment for Billy, so yes, you
will also smack his bum if you see his panties, or he fails to wiggle
his bum when walking, and smack it hard, this is not a game," Sara
said, looking into Billy's eyes.

Billy glanced at the website again, he hadn't put on that the smacks
should be hard, as he was reading he felt something at his ankle, his
mother was bending down working on the ankle straps of his shoes. He
heard a click. Then another one. Krissy giggled. As his mother stood
up, he looked at the two tiny padlocks she had fastened on his shoes.

"There, you won't be taking them off without permission today."
Putting the keys in her pocket. This also wasn't on the website, he
wiggled his foot, felt the lock bouncing on his ankle, the weight
feeling like a brick even though it was a tiny brass lock. A slave,
the feeling washed over him again. His suggestions on the website were
quickly becoming beyond his control.

"Breakfast please," his mother said smiling, watching her son prance
across the kitchen in the nightgown, his stocking legs and the high
heels clicking on the tile floor. She was enjoying having a servant.
He also seemed to be much easier to control, the wild behavior was
gone, he was obedient. This was going to be an interesting month, if
this continued, she may make it the entire summer... or longer.

Billy was quiet as he made his mother coffee, toasted bread, scrambled
eggs, already composing his next edit to the page, the slave feeling
and the padlocks on his ankles had given him an idea. But once set in
motion, he would be stuck that way for a while, truly a house slave.
He twitched thinking about that. Lost in his thoughts he didn't hear
his mother approach. The loud smack and sudden stinging feeling on his
bum was a shock, before he could react she smacked his other cheek.

"Bending Billy, you have to concentrate, no bending. I saw your pink
panties, they are quite cute by the way," his mother said pulling his
nightgown down. "Next time you get two on each cheek. Too bad they
don't cover more of your bum."

Having her lift the hem of his nightgown, so she could smack him on
his panties, was so embarrassing, but the tingles that this sent
through him, left him speechless. He still felt the smacks, glanced at
his sister to see her smirking. He wondered how long before she would
be spanking him as well. He knew she would be watching closely and
quite likely setting up chores for him where he would need to bend.

He quietly continued making breakfast, feeling the hem of the
nightgown brushing his thighs, tickling his legs. The heels were
definitely harder to walk in, his steps were more careful. He began to
set the table, feeling strange as he walked up to his sister,
virtually wearing her clothes, the shoes locked on his feet made him
very aware that he was stuck this way. he placed a plate in front of
her and seconds later felt another smack on his behind. He gasped as
the second smack arrived, his face inches from his sisters, she
peeking into his eyes watching as the second two made him blink.

"No bending, Billy," his mother said, with each smack. Krissy watched
him blink with each smack, noticing how his face scrunched up and he
twitched, mom was hitting hard, she was looking forward to doing the
same. Keeping her brother all femme was making her feel funny inside,
to have him do whatever she asked... it was like having a slave.

When the spanking was finished Billy rubbed his behind, feeling the
pantyhose covering his panties, he blushed when his sister watched.
"Mom I can't help it, to do some chores I have to bend a bit, how else
do you put plates on the table?" he asked.

"Bend your knees or kneel," his mother told him. "Next time you will
have eight smacks on each cheek. Each time they double in number, you
will soon remember or your behind is going to be very red."

Kneel he thought, like a slave, kneeling before his mother and sister,
serving them. He twitched again. He wanted to try this, to submit. He
went back to the counter to get another plate and the cutlery. When he
got back to the table he dropped to his knees and placed them on the
table. His sister watched carefully as he knelt by her feet, she slid
her foot along his leg, to the hem of his nightgown, teasing again. He
waited until she finished before standing up, he was becoming
submissive she thought. Maybe he should have a collar too she thought.

Billy brought the coffee over for his mother who was now sitting,
waiting. He knew if he put the cup on the table he would bend, so he
dropped to his knees again and raised the cup as in an offering. His
mother took it from him and asked when breakfast would be ready, yes
this servant routine was becoming very pleasurable. Billy told her a
few minutes yet and went to get some OJ for his sister. Again, he
dropped to his knees before her raising the glass up to her. She took
it smiling. "Mom I could get used to this I think," she said.

Sara looked over smiling too. "Yes I am liking the new Billy too," she
said watching him blush yet again. "After breakfast could you pick out
a skirt or dress for him to wear today?" she asked Krissy, keeping an
eye on billy. "Something very short?"

Billy turned to look at his mom, still kneeling before his sister who
hadn't taken the juice yet. "How short Mom? Do I really have to wear a
skirt or dress today?"

"Not just today, but for the rest of the month you will be in a dress
or skirt and heels Billy, longer if this works." Thinking that keeping
her son in dresses for the summer would solve a big problem, no more
fighting, arguing from him, just obedience.. and all the chores would
be completed. This was too good to be true.

"Now, is breakfast ready? Haven't you rested enough?" she asked her
kneeling son. Krissy giggled and took the juice from him.

After breakfast, and the clean up, where Billy avoided any more spanks
as his mother and sister left him alone in the kitchen, he went into
the living room where his mother told him Krissy was waiting in her
room with his clothes for the day.

He went carefully up the stairs, the shoes were so much more difficult
to walk in, he wondered about a month of this. Knocking on Krissy's
door he wondered what outfit she would choose for him.

The door swung open and she pulled him in the room. On the bed was a
black mini dress. He remembered she wore it years ago, it was short,
very short. With long puffy sleeves with heart shaped openings at the
top of each sleeve.

She told him to take off the nightgown and she would help him with the
dress. Before he could offer an objection, she said he was covered and
she had seen his panties a few times this morning, so to just get to
it.

Billy tugged the nightgown off, folding it neatly and holding it. She
took it from him and came back with the dress, she held it over his
head and tugged it down. It barely covered his tush, she zipped it up
in the back. "You will need help unzipping this," she said. "I could
never reach the zipper when I wore it, so I am afraid you will be
stuck in it unless we help you take it off."

As Billy tugged at the hem she came back with a black choker and
quickly fastened it around his neck, it had a tiny padlock that he
always thought was decorative when Krissy wore it, but he heard it
click. "Why do I need a choker?" he asked grasping the tiny lock and
tugging, only to find it was not coming off.

"It goes with the dress silly," she told him. "But I can clip a leash
to it if you want?" she added teasing... sort of.

"Krissy, come on, this is hard enough. I don't want to wear a dress, I
mean, I am a guy. Now I have to wear dresses, panties, pantyhose and
heels that mom locks to my feet and now you put a dress on me that I
can't take off. Then I have to do all the chores. I feel like the
house slave." Billy sighed as he let it all flow out.

Krissy smiled and tugged on his collar. "I like that... house slave,"
she said. "Mom said to gather up all the laundry and take it
downstairs, she said to do it one article at a time so you get more
walking in, don't forget to swish either, unless you want to be
spanked..... slave."

"One article at a time? I will be doing that all day, up and down two
flights of stairs. I am not going to do it," Billy stammered but
thinking, this is what he wanted, to be forced to do chores and the
dress was so cute.

"Oh?" Sara said walking by the room with perfect timing. "You are not
going to do it? We go to all this trouble to help your hip heal and
you just stand there and say you are not going to do it?" Her voice
was rising and she was getting quite angry.

Billy hung his head. "But mom these shoes are so hard to walk in, now
with the swishing you want me to do and the spankings, then up and
down the stairs so many times, I don't know it just seems so unfair."

"Would you rather just go back to your jeans and loafing on the couch
while your hip gets worse?" she asked him.

He looked at her and quietly whispered, "No, I want it to heal too
Mom. I will do as you ask."

"Good then, but don't forget to swing your behind, if we catch you not
doing so you will be spanked, you understand this right?"

"Yes mom," Billy said, tugging the hem down on the ultra short dress.
He caught his reflection in the mirror and it was just so cute with
puffy sleeves, a flared skirt, a tiny opening below the collar in a
heart shape and knowing that he couldn't take it off or the shoes now
that he thought of it, he was truly helpless now. The black choker
around his neck with the shiny brass padlock centered... a slave girl.

He walked over to Krissy's hamper to start his trek up and down the
stairs, of course the first item in the pile was a pair of delicate
panties, and his Mom and Sister were standing watching him. He picked
up the wispy yellow panties and started out the room, he was blushing
furiously. Sure enough he forgot to wiggle his tush.

"Billy, I just finished telling you that you must wiggle your behind
or you will be spanked. Seconds ago!"

"Sorry mom," he replied standing, holding his sisters panties
carefully looking cute in his oh so high heels and hosed legs. "The
dress was truly short." She went over and lifted his hem, using a
brush from Krissy's dresser she started spanking him, the swats were
loud and painful. She wasn't counting, she just continued alternating
cheeks with a methodical spanking.

Billy looked in the long mirror again seeing himself in the short
black dress, the hem raised and smack after smack landing on his
behind each one stinging more than the last. After forty or so she
stopped, his behind was red and very tender but a glow spread through
him as well, he never thought he would be spanked so long when he
started this. He never put on the website how many smacks he should
get, just that he should be spanked. He figured one smack. Boy was he
wrong.

"Perhaps you will remember to wiggle now, I know your behind is
stinging, maybe that sting will jog your memory." She gave him one
final hard smack and dropped his hem, tugging it down. "Now back to
your chores."

Holding the panties, Billy walked slowly out of the room, wiggling his
behind with each step. In his head he started to calculate, yesterday
his sister wore pantyhose, jeans, a bra, top and panties. Five items,
five trips up and down two flights of stairs. He knew he had three
days of clothes in his hamper, so she probably did as well. fifteen
trips, about the same for himself and his mother, forty five trips,
one item at a time. wiggling, with a stinging behind. a slave. clothes
locked on, such a short dress, he was in a trance as he walked down
the stairs.

He walked down the hall catching his reflection in the hall mirror
again, looking at himself in the black mini dress carrying a pair of
yellow panties, turning and going down the stairs to the basement,
remembering to keep wiggling, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be
spanked more. Knowing he set that in motion and it couldn't be stopped
now, wiggle or be spanked, and hard too.

Reaching the laundry room he put the panties on the washer and began
his journey back to his sisters room for the next article of clothing
in her hamper.

He passed his mother in the hall, she commented on his nice wiggle, he
blushed. She said, "You know, you may want to have Krissy do something
with your hair, something to match the way you are dressed, then if
someone catches a glance of you when you pick up the mail they won't
think much of it."

Billy stopped. "You want me to get the mail wearing a dress?" He
tugged at the hem, it was just so darn short.

"Yes of course, the long walk down the drive is good for you, this
will be one of your daily chores, rain or shine. So give some thought
to what I said, maybe some braids or a ponytail, it is certainly long
enough" she patted his bum and continued to the kitchen.

He continued up the stairs and down the hall to his sisters room, he
was thinking of the long walk down the driveway wearing this dress,
more shivers and tingles. Krissy was sitting on her bed going through
some magazines as he entered, she watched him wiggle carefully over to
her hamper where he grabbed the pantyhose sitting on the top of the
pile.

She smiled and said, "You will have to hand wash those, the machine
will destroy them."

"Hand wash? I am not washing your underwear," he stammered.

She laughed, "Of course you are, you do all the chores now, so washing
is one of the chores, hand washing lingerie is what you do, not just
the pantyhose. Yours too now, your panties and pantyhose" Pointing to
his legs.

"What panties too?" he asked.

"Umhum," nodding and giggling.

"Billy ask your sister about your hair," his mom called out from
downstairs.

"What about your hair?" she asked him.

"Mom said you should braid it or put it in a ponytail" he said looking
down but secretly hoping she would.

She hooked a finger in the lock at his collar and pulled him over to
her dresser, pushed him in to the chair, where he flopped down. She
was still holding on to his collar and used it to turn his head from
side to side as he sat there holding on to her dirty pantyhose. More
tickles in his tummy.

She snatched a brush from her dresser and started working, long
strokes and grabbing hand full's of his long blonde hair. Pulling
tightly she quickly formed a pony tail and a black scrunchy held it in
place. She turned his head side to side again and reached over to her
makeup.... Billy was just sitting quietly not paying attention when a
tube of pink lip stick was waving in front of his face. She pulled his
hair back, tilting his head, before he knew it, his lips were a glossy
soft pink. She giggled.

Just then their mother passed the room and peeked in to see why Krissy
was giggling, "oh very cute" she said looking at the ponytail, then
noticing the soft pink lips on her blushing son. She giggled too.

Billy started to put up a fight, even though the soft pretty face
staring back at him sort of amazed him. "Mommmmm," he started.

"Oh Mom nothing," she said, "let your sister have some fun, she has no
girlfriends near, so a do over could be some fun for her."

"Really Mom?" Krissy asked

"Yes honey, do your best, let's see how pretty you can make him."

Billy squirmed, still holding the pantyhose, his hands resting on his
nylon covered legs, the dress so short it just covered his panties.

"Mom," he started again.

"Sit quietly Billy, let's see if you are as pretty as I think you
are."

It didn't take long to transform Billy, he looked in the mirror and
his reflection sent more shivers up his back. "Mom can I wash this off
now?" he asked with a quiet voice.

"OMG Billy, no, you look too cute. You may spend the day like this,
and thank your sister please." Billy never thought his plan would go
in this direction.

He got up from the chair in a trance and took Krissy's pantyhose to
the laundry room, 46 trips later and another spanking he had all the
laundry on the counter ready to be sorted. He was so tired and his
legs and feet were being tortured. But each time he passed a mirror he
saw this cute blonde girl looking back at him helplessly.

His mother met him in the basement and had him sort the clothes into
whites, lingerie and colors. The whites went in the washer right away.
She then told him to fill the laundry tub with a soapy water so he
could start hand washing the delicates. A pair of Krissy's panties
were on the top of the pile, she handed them to him and told him to
dip them in the soapy water and then to rub the material with his
hands to work in the suds. He dropped them and reached down to grab
them from the bottom of the sink. Of course this got him another hard
spanking, he stood there holding the damp sudsy panties while his
mother turned his behind red again, each stroke stinging more than the
last, this was a real spanking, totally out of his control.

"Be more careful," he was told. "When the load in the washer has
finished, put it in the basket and take it outside to hang on the
line, Put the colors in the washer. When you have finished hand
washing, you can hang them on the line as well."

"Do I have to do this all the time now?" he asked.

"Of course, each morning after you clean the kitchen this will be your
first chore, then make the beds. After that you can dust and wax. By
then the clothes will be ready to hang outside."

"Outside?" Oh great, outside dressed like this, locked in his clothes
too, his tummy really twitched. What was going to happen next?
He carried the load of laundry, in the basket, upstairs. He was
surprised that he didn't have to carry each item up one at a time like
he did when he brought the laundry downstairs. He shook his foot, the
padlock wiggled against his ankle, reminding him that the high heels
were locked on his feet, there was no taking them off today. Which of
course meant he couldn't take off the pantyhose either, or the panties.
As he turned he caught his reflection in a mirror over the laundry tub.
What a silly place for a mirror, there he stood in a short, very short,
dress, a tiny choker around his delicate neck... locked on with a tiny
padlock, pink lips and soft makeup adorning his face, the pony tail his
sister gave him with the pink scrunchy holding it in place.... he
stared in a trance. Even if he wanted to now, he couldn't stop this,
his clothes were locked on, his mother told him this would be for at
least a month. There was no backing out.

He smiled a bit at the thought. Taking the laundry up the stairs, his
feet were becoming quite sore, this was not something he had thought
of. As he went outside to the line, to hang the clothes, his dress
ballooned suddenly in the wind, lifting. His hands were full with the
basket so he could do nothing about it. Of course just then Krissy was
walking by and saw. She giggled. "I can see your panties billy."

He blushed, but was then surprised when he received a smack. "Hey, I
wasn't bending over, that is not fair."

She smacked him again, and again. "If we see your panties we are to
spank you. I saw your panties. Two more, hold still" She struck his
behind two more times, watching his blush grow deeply on both his face,
and his behind. She lowered the hem of the dress. "You better not ruin
that dress, it is one of my favorites you know."

"You picked it for me, I have chores to do and I can't help if anything
spills on it." He wanted to rub his tush, it was burning a bit, but he
was still holding the laundry basket. She grasped the padlock on his
choker again, and tugged him forward so her face was close to his. "You
are very pretty," she whispered and walked away.

His heart was pounding a bit with mixed feelings. He continued to the
clothesline and began to hang the first load of laundry up. Of course
his hands were raised over his head as he attached the pegs. Suddenly
he felt a stinging slap to his bum. Again.

He turned in surprise to see his sister was back. "This is going to be
fun." she said, watching him. "You have to hang the clothes, and I get
to spank you while you do it. But first, I have something for you," she
said with a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she held out a white lacy
object.

"No way," Billy exclaimed.

"Yes Way!" she said as she held the pretty apron out. "I will not have
you messing up my dress with carelessness," She spun him around and
spread the apron over the front of his dress, tying a nice tight bow
behind him. The apron itself was small, Billy didn't know how it was
going to keep much off the dress, it didn't even reach the bottom of
the hem and it seemed more decorative with the lacey border.

He felt a pat on his behind as she stepped back. "There, now you won't
splatter something on my dress, back to work billy," she told him,
pointing to the line.

Billy was in a daze, the apron was snug around his waste and it seemed
to pull the dress a bit shorter. His sister was watching carefully, he
knew he had to bend down to grab the laundry and then raise his hands
over his head to hang them, she was going to spank him each time he
hung something up. Then he noticed she had a fly swatter in her hand.
He looked up at her grinning face and saw what could only be an evil
gleam in her eyes.

Sighing he bend down, grasping a pair of panties, hers of course, and
stood, ready to hang them up. "Be careful with those billy, they are
delicate, maybe tomorrow you can wear them," she taunted, enjoying the
change in her brother, watching as his hands raised up to the line to
hang them in the wind. His hem rose up and she stepped forward quickly,
the fly swatter whistling as it spun through the air, a loud smack
announced its arrival as billy jumped in surprise, and pain. She
quickly swung again, smacking his other cheek as he struggled,
wiggling, while trying to hang the panties on the line. It was like a
dance she thought, as he wiggled back and forth, trying to evade the
fly swatter as it stung his behind with each smack.

Billy looked into the basket, a pair of jeans, a skirt, two more
panties and a top yet to hang. He just gave in, accepting he was in his
sister's control. He went as quickly as he could, the fly swatter
smacking time after time, the stings becoming a glow. The swatter
seemed to make more noise than inflict pain, but it did sting never the
less, and the humiliation seemed to be powerful.

Finally he finished, tugging the short dress down, adjusting the apron
begrudgingly, he picked up the basket and actually stuck his tongue out
at his sister as he left... to get another load, another load,
certainly she wasn't going to follow him around all day he wondered? He
was feeling more like a slave, he began to think of another edit for
the website. How much trouble could he get himself into, each edit
seemed to snowball, out of his control.

As he walked in the house his mother was on the way out, she stopped
cold and smiled at him, seeing his apron over the black mini dress.
"OMG billy, where did you get the apron, don't you look cute, we have
our own little maid it seems. Maybe you could get me an iced tea? I am
going to sit on the patio for a while," dismissing him she continued on
her way still grinning.

Butterflies were dancing in his tummy now, when she used the 'maid'
word he almost collapsed. He put the basket in the kitchen, she said
she wanted the ice tea now, not when he finished the laundry. He wanted
to be obedient, it was part of his plan. He got a tall glass and filled
it with ice tea, fortunately there was a jug ready in the refrigerator.
He put the glass on a round tray and tugged down his dress again. The
darn thing was so short. He tried to loosen his apron, but his sister
tied a double **** and it was so tight he couldn't spin it around, it
was stuck on.

He minced out, remembering to wiggle his behind from side to side,
balancing the glass on the tray. When reaching the patio he saw Krissy
was sitting beside his mother, smiling at him. "Oh that looks
wonderful, please get me one as well," she called out.

He brought the tray over and dropped to his knees, knowing if he didn't
he would bend, and his sister was playing with the fly swatter as she
watched him, grinning she made a swoosh in the air with it.

Sara looked at the youngster kneeling before them, holding out the
tray, she waited a moment enjoying his submissive. He had always been
such a handful, it was so nice to see him like this. He looked up
wondering why she hadn't taken the glass yet.

"There is no ice billy" she told him, pointing to the glass. "Please
bring me an ice tea with ice cubes, with a straw too, I think. Would
you like a straw Krissy?" she asked her daughter.

Billy stood, finding it harder to get up holding the tray as his sister
told him of course she wanted ice too, tapping his pantyhose clad thigh
with the fly swatter gently. "Wait billy, you haven't been dismissed
yet," she joked.

Sara giggled and told her not to be mean, it was so nice to have a maid
to wait on them, looking at billy blush deeply as he was teased. "Off
you go, there are still a lot of chores to be done" she told him.

Billy started back, remembering just in time to be sure to wiggle his
bum, the short skirt swaying back and forth. Moments later he was back,
two drinks, ice in both. He dropped to his knees between them, holding
up the tray. "You know mom, I could really get used to this," Krissy
said, taking her ice tea from the little maid.

Sara smiled. "Well, we have him this way for a month at least, we will
see how things go. Billy has your hip popped out at all today?"

"No mom, it hasn't" he said, as she took her drink from the tray, he
waited before standing. Krissy was tapping his behind gently with the
fly swatter, teasingly. Each tap was getting a bit harder though, Sara
didn't seem to notice but billy started to squirm a bit.

"Have you finished the laundry?" Sara asked, looking down at billy.
Watching the fly swatter tapping his bum, seeing him squirming as she
tormented him. "Krissy!" she scolded.

"Oh you too, always teasing each other, off you go billy, there is work
to be done."

Billy vanished quickly, he managed to hang the rest of the clothes
without his sister tormenting him. Then he wondered what he was to do
next, checking the clock he realized it was lunch time already. He went
to the kitchen to prepare soup and sandwiches. He chopped up a few
carrot sticks and celery sticks hoping to make a more appetizing meal.
He wanted this to continue, but also to appear to be fighting it every
step of the way.

It wasn't long before it was ready, should he set the table or see if
they wanted to eat outside? Hmmm he would have to go ask. Out he went,
the wind lifting his dress again, this time he could smooth it back
down quickly, that made him think about the next edit more. He was in a
daze as he rounded the corner and entered the patio, of course he
wasn't swishing his behind, darn he meant to.

"Billy!" his mother called out. "You are not wiggling, I told you that
they said to wiggle at all times, now go back to the house and try
again, be sure to wiggle your bum with each step both ways!" They both
watched as he disappeared around the corner, the dress swooshing back
and forth as his hips wiggled. When he returned, rounding the corner to
the patio, he stopped and asked if they wanted lunch here or inside.

"Oh here would be nice billy, thank you," his mother told him. He was
about to leave when he heard her pipe up, "Not so fast, you are due a
spanking for forgetting to wiggle when you walk, come here please and
lift your hem."

He minced over, it was hard to remember to wiggle all the time, it
humiliated him a lot too, but that was the plan, as he stood before his
mother he turned, facing Krissy and lifted his hem.

"Would you like to borrow the fly swatter Mom?" she asked, holding it
up, looking at billy.

"No, I don't think that will be strong enough for a firm spanking
Krissy. I will have to come up with something for future, so this time
will be a bare hand again."

Billy heard the not firm enough part, he was trying to remember if he
said on the website that it should be a firm spanking, oh oh, this one
was going to hurt. Sure enough the first slap caught him by surprise,
his eyes went wide and his sister giggled, before he could catch his
breath she slapped his other cheek, back and forth, firm strong slaps
on his panty covered behind. Over and over, he did not expect this.
Suddenly she stopped. "There, next time will be much more memorable
billy, I hope you remember to wiggle."

"Now, lunch please," she commanded, looking stern. Billy lowered his
hem, trying not to look at his sister who was smiling in a funny way,
sort of dazed almost. He mince off, his burning behind reminding him to
wiggle. That really hurt, but he felt funny inside too.

Billy's day continued, delivering lunch, being told servants ate in the
kitchen, having to wait on them while they ate. He complained to his
mother, she reminded him that the website said to treat him as a maid,
to keep him on his feet as much as possible in the heels, that was just
what they were doing. He groaned.

While washing the dishes, forced to do them by hand, he looked at the
dishwasher sitting idle, almost mocking him. Billy contemplated what he
had got himself into. There really was no way out of this now, but did
he really hate it?

After lunch he tugged the vacuum out of the closet, he knew he would be
exposed, so he knelt before it, pulling it out carefully. His mother
walked by, noticing he was kneeling rather than bending over. "Good
girl billy" she said, teasingly. "Now you are using your head," She
stood before him, telling him which rooms needed vacuuming, reminding
him to dust them first as he knelt there looking up at him. His dress
barely covered his legs, hands resting on his thighs, slowly caressing
the tan nylon covering them, trying not to draw attention to what he
was doing as he listened. She reached down and took his chin, lifting
his head up, so he was looking at her, tilting it slowly back and
forth. "Krissy did a fantastic job with your make up honey. You are
very beautiful you know." She smiled and went on her way, leaving him
in a daze still kneeling beside the vacuum. It sure seemed that she was
happy that he was being forced to look so pretty.

He glanced over at the hall mirror that was opposite the closet the
vacuum was kept in. He saw a pretty blonde girl with a long pony tail
kneeling, wearing a maids dress, he could see one of the padlocks that
were fastening his heels to his delicate stocking encased foot. Looking
up he saw the other lock, on his choker, above the softly made up face
with delicate pink undertones. He had no idea things would move this
far or this quickly. Where would it go next?

Just then Krissy walked into the hall. "Where is Mom?" He saw the
blonde girl in the mirror point down the hall. She grinned and said,
"You look very cute kneeling there."

Billy continued with his cleaning, they left him alone while he managed
to "Hoover" the living room.. With the Dyson. Then he went to find his
mother, to see what he needed to do next. He would rather sit, his feet
were so sore, but she made it clear that was not an option. He found
her sitting in her room, repairing a blouse with needle and thread.
"Have you finished downstairs honey?"

"Yes mom, I was hoping to rest for a while?" holding his hands in front
of his apron, feet dancing a bit as he tried to relieve the pain the
high heels were causing.

"Hmmmm, have you checked the mail yet?" She looked into his eyes, his
long eyelashes blinking rapidly.

"No Mom, do I have to?"

"Yes honey, this is one of your duties, each and every day, even on the
weekend, so we can get our newspapers. Now off you go please."

"Can I take off my apron?" he pleaded, tugging at it.

"Oh don't be silly, we live in the country, no one is going to see
you."

Sighing, billy clicked away, tugging the dress down as much as he could
again, could Krissy have found a shorter dress? He strongly doubted it.

Just as he was leaving her room. "Billy."

"Yes Mom."

"Don't forget to wiggle your bum, I will be watching, all the way there
and back. If I catch you not doing so, you will repeat the trip, but
your behind will be red."

He gulped. "Yes Mom."

Opening the front door, the sun radiated down on him, it was a warm
bright day, It was like a spotlight was on him and his legs were
gleaming as the stockings became glossier as they reflected the intense
light. The driveway was so long, at least half was covered with trees,
hiding him. But that last stretch was wide open, no where to hide.

His heels clicking on the pavement, tiny locks bouncing at his neck,
and ankles, reminding him constantly, others controlled him. It was not
long at all before he left the trees and was walking in the clear. His
eyes were on the road, hoping no one would go by. They rarely did, but
still.

His behind was shifting side to side, the dress swinging back and
forth, as he swiveled his hips, as instructed. His thighs would
occasionally rub together, the soft nylon quite slippery as they met.
This sent little shivers up his back. The nylon was tight too, encasing
his legs, and bum, rubbing on his, well they were tight. His sister had
given him energizer support hose, they would constantly remind him what
he was wearing, all day massage indeed.

He reached the mail box with no one seeing him, he was pulling out the
paper and there was only one letter, when he heard a car! Oh great. He
kept busy in the mail box, hoping they would continue on their way.

They didn't.

The car stopped, right behind him. He heard a power window rolling
down.

"Hello?"

A woman's voice. He had to look, there was no way out, he turned, there
was a pretty girl in the passenger seat, she must be in her early
teens, her mother, it must be, they looked alike, called out again, "Hi
there".

Billy stammered a hello, blushing. He couldn't help it.

"We are your neighbors, over there," pointing to the farmhouse next
door, quite a way off actually, but their neighbor never the less. "I
am Debbie and this is one of my daughters, Robyn, Amy is at a day camp
today."

Billy smiled nervously, before he could say anything she asked "do you
work here?"

He realized she meant it was odd, to see a maid, collecting the mail.
"Uhm, oh no, we were playing a bit of dress up and Mom wanted the mail
and paper," he sort of stammered.

"Oh, well it is a very cute look, you will all have to come over for a
dinner sometime, there is a nice walking trail connecting our two
properties, I am sure you have noticed it?"

"Oh yes, we were wondering where that went."

She smiled. "It is a lovely walk, pop by anytime." She waved and they
drove slowly off, the window rolling back up. Robyn waved and smiled
cheerfully too. Obviously they did not notice he was a boy.

When he arrived back home, he brought the paper and mail to his mother,
telling her he met the neighbors. Of course there were lots of
questions, which he answered. He blushed when she asked him what they
said about him dressed as a pretty girl. He told her that he didn't
think they knew he was a boy. "Oh, well we will have to straighten them
out about that soon."

We would?

Now the people next door would know?

"Dinner please," his mother said, waving her hand in front of his face,
seems he was in a trance.

Dinner was a repeat of lunch, he served them at the dining room table,
forced to stand by, incase they required anything. Krissy would ask for
her glass to be filled, or to pass the salt, or seconds served, just to
have him wait on her. Watching closely to be sure he didn't bend. He
was very careful, feeling strange, as he really acted the part of maid,
during dinner. After clearing the table, he was permitted to eat, in
the kitchen. Before cleaning up.

It was almost an hour later he entered the living room and asked if he
could sit down. His mother was knitting. "Be a dear and hold this ball
of wool for me, it keeps rolling away. If you are tired, you can kneel
here, beside my chair."

His heart fluttered. Still the servant.

Krissy piped up, "Don't forget my foot rub too billy," wiggling her
toes at him. She tapped her watch, times a ticking.

When his mother finished knitting, he turned to his sister, getting
ready to get up and join her on the couch, to rub her foot as she had
reminded him three times in the past thirty minutes. "Oh just stay
there," she said, sliding down so her feet were at the end of the
couch.

Her feet were small, just like his own were, sort of cute too. Her
painted nails, flashing red as he started he nightly duty. She sighed,
"Oh I could so get used to this, can we keep him Mom?" she joked.

Sara smiled. "Well for the summer we will, isn't it nice how helpful he
has become?"

Finally billy's day was over, he was upstairs, the heels and dress
unlocked, and removed. Sitting in the tiny nightgown Krissy gave him,
it was white and pink and it had to be the most girly one she had, he
was sure. It was as short has his dress had been, with ruffles and
lace.

He was on his laptop, editing the website, he had had many ideas
through the day. His heart was pounding as he clicked on the upload
button, he was committed now, just as today proved, there would be no
going back, he was going to be deep in it tomorrow. He wondered how it
would morph, beyond his expectations.

********************

Day three, it continued.

The sun streamed in the window, billy stretched and his legs slid
across the sheets. The slippery pantyhose he was required to wear all
the time, felt delicious as they rubbed over his sheets. He woke
quickly. Wondering what today was going to bring, he had made quite a
few changes to the site. His heart pounded thinking about what he had
done.

Getting out of bed he stepped on his floor and his foot hurt, it hurt a
lot, he took a step and both feet hurt. He rubbed them, wondering why.
Oh well, he may as well get to it, he limped to the bathroom for his
morning shower. Krissy would, no doubt, provide him with today's
outfit. He wondered what she would give as he lathered his long blonde
hair. He hadn't had a hair cut in months and months.

Returning to his room, sure enough Krissy had been in. There was a
fresh pair of panties, white bikini cut, with pretty flowers in a light
flimsy material. The same black dress he wore yesterday. It was pretty,
but it was so short. There were new shoes on the floor, they were
closed toe pumps, a bit of a suede finish, in black. Finishing off his
outfit was a pair of black pantyhose. He felt butterflies again. He was
to be a maid again then.

He dressed, there were three padlocks in the pile of clothes, he locked
the shoes on, and the choker again. There were no keys though. He was
at their mercy once again. The shoes, the heels on them. They were
high, much higher than the previous shoes. With his tiny feet, he was
almost standing on his toes. The arch was painful, but he noticed when
he put the shoes on, his feet didn't hurt as they did when he walked
barefoot. That was strange, was he getting so he would have to wear
high heels, or not be able to walk?

He hadn't thought of that.

There was no apron, perhaps Krissy had it. He could hear her talking on
the phone in the kitchen. He made his way downstairs. She greeted him
with a smile. "Mom zipped out early this morning, she will be back in
about twenty minutes. She said that way you could have coffee and
breakfast ready for us when she returned. Pancakes would be nice," She
nodded to provide extra emphasis with that suggestion, her brunette
curls bouncing.

"Oh", she turned and picked up the apron on the kitchen table, "let's
not forget this". Motioning for him to come over. His heels clicked
loudly as obeyed her.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"You are not wiggling, do you really want to start the morning with a
spanking? Go back and do it again. Wiggle your bum please."

He felt humiliated doing this in front of her, he felt tingles again
though as he did so, knowing the dress was swishing over his bum,
barely covering it.

He had finished making coffee, pouring Krissy a cup, kneeling as he
presented it to her meekly. He was enjoying serving her, she did take
such advantage of him too. "More sugar please" she said, handing the
cup back. Of course he had to go back to the counter, add more sugar,
walk back wiggling his tush, and kneel again. He knelt, waiting to see
if she was pleased this time. Just then Sara entered the room,
returning from a shopping trip as she placed two bags on the table. She
looked at billy, kneeling before Krissy submissively, wondering how he
was going to react with what was in store for him today. Oh well, he
had no choice.

"Good morning sleepy head," she teased him. "I have some things for
you, come over here please."

He rose off his knees, trying not to expose his behind, knowing the
short dress would not be covering his panties as he did so.

Krissy giggled and reached for the fly swatter again, teasing him.

He quickly made his way to his mother, who opened the laptop which was
on the website. Oh they had read it already. Billy thought, then
wondered what was going to happen now.

Sara pointed to the screen, read that please. She waited while billy
pretended to read. "Cuffs? Chains? Curtsies? Dancing? nooooooo Mom,
please."

Sara dumped one bag on the table, there were five pink dog collars,
four were very small. One must be for a larger pet billy thought. She
picked a small one up. "Wrist please"

Billy gulped and held up his wrist, she fastened one of the smaller
collars on his left wrist. There was a click as a tiny padlock was
shut. He looked at the pink ring around his wrist. She picked up
another collar. "Next please".

Billy held up his right wrist, the pink collar was locked on it as
well, just like his left wrist. Krissy giggled.

Sara knelt before him, billy felt her fingers sliding around his nylon
clad ankle as yet another pink collar was locked on him. Shorty both
ankles had pink collars locked on. Then she dumped out the other bag,
it clinked as a series of different length chains tumbled out.

"Billy, as you read, to shorten your step your ankles need to be
hobbled to restrict the length you can move your foot. They also said,
it was important to keep your shoulders straight, to avoid twisting
your hips, so the wrists must be manacled as well," she fastened the
shortest chain between his two wrists, it had wide links, two more
clicks as the locks clicked shut. She bent down and taking another
slightly longer chain, also with wide links, she connected his ankles
together with this.

He looked down, the pink was very bright, the chains a shiny silver
also gleamed, he moved and heard the heavy chain rattle on the floor.
He tried a step, it was short, barely eight inches. He tugged at his
wrists, they were almost touching. But it wasn't to end here. No, there
was one more collar.

He, of course had suggested on the web site that his wrists and ankles
be locked, but that was the end of it, there was another long chain,
and one more collar still on the table. "Krissy can you remove the
choker please," Sara asked her daughter. She lifted the last collar,
the larger one. As soon as Krissy removed the choker, Sara stood before
billy, who was very quiet, standing like a statue, trembling a bit and
locked the last collar around his neck. Taking the longer chain, she
used one more lock to attach it to the front of "his" new collar. She
fed it through the wide chain at his wrists, it was a narrow chain
compared to the other two hobbling his ankles and wrists, so it slipped
through the links with ease. She then locked it to the center of the
chain between his ankles. "There, now you have to keep your wrists
centered in front of you, you can raise and lower them, but will not be
able to twist. I should email this suggestion to the website, I think
it is a good idea."

Billy tugged at his wrists, he felt so helpless now, he moved them up a
bit, the chains rattled as he did so, he took another step, the tight
pantyhose squeezed him all over, the chain clinked as he took a tiny
step.

"Now billy, lower your head, hold on to your dress and move your right
foot behind your left." She waited for him to follow her instructions.
"Bend your knees outward and keep your back straight. Don't bend, if
you do your bum will stick out and I will smack it. Bend straight."

He followed her directions. "Gracefully stand up straight, do it
slowly," she instructed.

He did so.

"This is a curtsy. The site said this will strengthen your hips, to do
them often. Each time you enter a room with someone in it, you will
stop and do a curtsy. If you are given a direction, you will do a
curtsy indicating you understand. Do you understand?"

Billy blushed and performed a curtsy.

"Good. They also said we can use curtsies as a punishment. If you are
slow doing a task, or mess it up, fail to wiggle your bum, we should
make you do ten or more curtsies. You will still be spanked too, if you
show your panties or fail to wiggle, but now you will curtsy too. Do
you understand?"

He curtsied again blushing more when she mentioned being spanked.

Krissy was covering her mouth, trying not to giggle. This was so good,
watching her brother reduced to this.

"Billy, the site did not say anything about this, but there is another
type of curtsy, it is a court curtsy. So follow along and I will teach
you how to do this one too, it is harder to do."

Billy was surprised, he knew nothing about this, and as she said, it
was not on the site, here we go again, changes beyond his control.

"This curtsy is a deeper form of respect, you bend deeper. Extend your
right foot behind your left, keep your back straight and lower your
head, look down. Bend your knees outward again but do so until your
right knee is almost on the floor. Stay that way until I tell you to
rise."

Billy did not too bad of a job with his first court curtsy, she made
him do five more until he was more graceful. When you want to speak to
either of us, I want you to do a court curtsy and wait until you are
told to rise, then you will be given permission to speak. Do you
understand?"

Billy curtsied yet again, blushing, humiliated. "You are not permitted
to talk unless you do one of those curtsies, to ask permission."

Krissy said "Don't forget the dancing Mom," she offered helpfully, so
enjoying watching her brother blush.

Billy looked at his mother. "The site offered, to exercise your hip,
dancing on the spot, a slow dance, where you wiggle your hips, move
your feet slowly, circle but don't move too much. Just a slow dance.
Turning in a circle with lots of bum wiggling. So when one of us says
to 'dance for me billy'. This is what you will do. You will dance until
you are told you may stop. Do you understand?"

He curtsied one more time, almost in a trance now.

"They also said you can rest now and then, but not sitting, that
kneeling is better, if you kneel and stretch out your back, folding
your chest on to your legs, it is a good exercise and allows you to
rest. When you have nothing to do, you may kneel. Stretch your arms
before you, over your head so you are almost flat on the floor. Try it
now please."

Billy curtsied, he remembered, then knelt down, slid his hands along
his thighs and stretched them over his head, until his forehead was on
the floor. "Good, stay that way until I tell you to rise please."

Billy hadn't realized, but he was stretched out before his sister, she
casually pressed her foot onto the chain between his wrists, holding it
tightly to the floor while she talked to her mom. He was quite stuck.

"Mom I had a phone call this morning, cousin Jenny said she can come
for a visit this summer, she will let us know how soon she can leave."

"That is great news, I know she will love all the open space here,
being stuck in the city all the time. You will all have a lot of fun
showing her around."

Krissy giggled. "She will enjoy having a maid to serve her too,"
pointing to billy, kneeling before her helplessly.

Jenny was about six months younger than billy, she was also quite
beautiful. She got along very well with both billy and Krissy.

Sara told billy he could get up and make breakfast now, Krissy waited a
minute before moving her foot, she felt him tugging on his wrists but
he was unable to get up until she released him.

"Mom I don't have to continue this if Jenny is coming do I?" tugging on
his chains, trying to get use to his restricted movements.

"Billy! You are to do a court curtsy before speaking, next time you
speak without permission will be punished!"

She gave him a stern look and continued. "Billy, you are going to
continue with this program until at least the end of the summer, longer
if it is working, being home schooled we don't have to worry about
others seeing you, besides it is for your health. There is no
discussion about this."

Billy groaned, Jenny was going to be worse than Krissy, he just knew
it, but then tingles started again, deeper ones, to be forced to serve
the three of them. OMG.

Billy was making the pancakes, standing before the stove, his reach was
limited being shackled, it was very difficult to cook. "Billy, while
you are standing there, you could be dancing, you don't have to turn,
you can dance on the spot. So billy, dance for me please."

Billy started to dance, slowly, moving his hips back and forth when he
heard "Billy! I gave you a command, what do you do when given a
command?"

Billy turned he quickly curtsied.

"Five more please, you must remember this."

When billy finished embarrassing himself more, with the degrading
curtsies in the so short dress. The chains rattled as he completed each
curtsy causing him to be reminded what he was reduced to, he began to
cook again, dancing slowly.

"I ran into our neighbor when in town, she was at the pet store also.
She mentioned meeting my daughter the maid at the mail box."

Krissy giggled. "Did you straighten her out Mom?"

Billy listened, he froze on the spot.

"Yes, I explained about billy and his snapping hip syndrome and how
painful it was, that we found this website, I gave her the address of
it, is that what it is called? Address? Billy?"

"Yes Mom, it is an address."

"Keep dancing dear," she continued, "anyway she understood and said
that billy was very pretty. I told him how the site said we needed the
chains, she suggested the center chain, wasn't that nice?"

Krissy nodded. "It does limit his twisting, does she seem nice?"

"Yes, I met her daughters too, they are quite cute. They may be
interested in the home schooling, it seems that there are no schools
near here, so they may come here for their schooling."

Sara looked at Krissy grinning. "She also said, if we run out of chores
here, that they could sure use a maid next door, any time we wanted to
send her, uhm him over. Robyn asked if he was a good cook."

"Oh Mom you wouldn't would you?"

"I don't know Krissy, she works two jobs and has that house to take
care of by herself, she has it tough too, it is nice to help out
neighbors when you can. Billy would benefit from doing the chores, so
maybe."

His heart was pounding, to be next door, chained up and locked in his
clothes, forced to do chores for strangers? In front of her two
daughters? Would they be allowed to tell him what to do as well?
Probably. The keys wouldn't even be in the same house, he would truly
be helpless.

The feelings were almost overpowering billy now, with the pancakes
cooked, he brought them over to the table, placing a stack of them in
the center. He already had the syrup and butter on the table. His
chains rattled as he went to get them both juice. Returning he poured,
with difficulty, each of them a glass of juice. He knew he was bending
but they were deep in conversation about the neighbors.

Sara noticed he had finished serving, she pointed to the floor. "Just
kneel there until we are finished billy. Stretch out as before please."

As they ate, the phone rang, Sara went to answer and billy promptly sat
up, kneeling normally. When Sara returned she was annoyed. "Billy I
told you to kneel. Now kneel and stretch out." He did, extending toward
her chair. Before sitting, she lifted her chair and placed the leg
between his arms, by his cuffs. When she sat, he was stuck there, he
tugged but the leg of the chair was holding his arms secure. They at a
leisurely breakfast while he was secured in his chains. She did it
without comment.

Krissy got up to get another juice for both of them, she giggled and
snatched the fly swatter from the table and gave his bum a few slaps,
after all, his dress rode up exposing his pretty white panties.

He was unable to pull his dress down, with his arms locked around the
chair. Sara took her glass of juice rising. "Oh you too, always joking
around," and left them as she went to make some phone calls.

Krissy sat in her seat, placing her feet between billy's arms,
coincidentally lining them up under his face. He was stretched out so
far, he couldn't turn his head away. She was so evil sometimes. She
nibbled on the last of her pancakes and drank her juice slowly while he
knelt there, face pressed into her feet unable to move.

She was going to have such fun with him today she thought. Planning as
she wiggled her toes.

Billy struggled, tugging on his wrists, but they were held firm by the
leg of the chair that his sister was sitting on. With her feet
wiggling under his face he was humiliated so much that he could hardly
stand it. He tried turning his head, but it was not comfortable in the
position he was forced to kneel in. So having no choice, his face was
pressed against both of her feet, her wiggling toes were tickling his
lips. The smell was not horrible, but it was strong, there was no
doubt that was adding to his humiliation. She had wiggled her feet so
they came in each side, so his forehead was still on the floor,
because of this crafty move on her part, he was pressed tightly
against them. As she wiggled her toes, they kept parting his lips. She
of course couldn't know this as his head was covering them.

Finally she pulled her feet away and stood up taking the chair away so
he was free. "Stand up billy, I have to fix your hair and makeup
before you start your day." She tugged at the lock on his collar,
pulling him along as he struggled along in the much higher heels with
the hobbles. She was looking forward but whispered back "you better be
wiggling your bum billy, if I look back and you aren't I am going to
have such fun spanking you."

Such fun? Billy wondered? He felt his face blush once again as he
passed the hall mirror, he saw the maid being pulled along by her
collar, chained up so tightly, from the side he could see just how
high those heels were, she was standing almost on her toes. He noticed
his sister had stopped, she was watching him look at his reflection,
she caught his downward look at his heels and whispered once again, "I
have much higher heels waiting for you pretty, soon you will be
standing on your tip toes all day." she tugged again as billy digested
this. Tip toes?

The stairs were hard with the hobbles, but he managed, with his wrists
chained he couldn't grasp the railing, he had to climb them carefully,
each step the heavy chain rattled against the stairs, there would be
no sneaking around with all the noise he made walking now, clicks,
rattles, quiet moans.

His sister caught him moaning as he passed the mirror, her face looked
puzzled. Before he knew it, he was seated in her room at her makeup
table, she was fluffing and curling his hair, freshening his makup,
soft pinks yet again, a little brighter pink on his lips, more
exaggeration on his long eyelashes. When she finished he was a work of
art, quite beautiful.

He shuffled off to gather the laundry, there was not much to pick up
this time, and no one said one trip per item, he wanted to get
downstairs before they thought of it. He only had a pair of panties
and pantyhose in his room, as he was wearing the black dress again.
His mother had a pair of jeans, panties top and bra, he managed to
gather them all up as well. He entered his sister's room, hoping to
make it one trip. It was hard to hold everything with his hands almost
connected, harder still to pick them up. She pointed to her laundry
pile, jeans, top, bra panties. Phew, he picked them up. He was about
to leave when he heard her call out.

"Billy." He turned, she was removing her little ankle socks, she had
worn them yesterday, all day, and it was hot. She had slept wearing
her socks as well, the house became quite cool overnight and she
always wore socks to bed. She tossed the first sock on the floor
watching him, seconds later the other fell at his feet. "Those are
probably pretty smelly billy, please wash them too."

She watched him bend, trying to pick them up, but he kept dropping
other items, she figured he was trying to manage with one trip,
grinning she went over, picking up the socks she realized he still
would not be able to carry them.

She balled them together, "I have a deal for you billy, your choice."
she started, holding the socks up. "You can make a second trip, in
your tight chains, just to get these socks, or I can fix it so you can
carry them in one trip with the other laundry, you pick."

He looked confused. She held the socks up, close to his face, they did
smell. She whispered, "Open up."

His eyes went wide.

"Your choice, two trips, or one." she waved the socks closer, almost
under his nose. "Hurry, the offer is about to go away."

Closing his eyes, heart pounding for some reason again, he opened his
mouth.

"Wider"

He felt the material brush his lips as they entered, she pushed them
in deep, much deeper than he thought she would. This was cruel. Then
the salty taste hit him, he almost gagged, he pushed with his tongue,
but she had packed them in and was still holding them.

"No billy, you chose, now off you go."

With his mouth full, humiliated beyond belief he clicked his way out
of her room. Of course just then Sara walked by, noticing his large
pile of laundry. Looking up she noticed his mouth, and the pink and
white socks peeking out. "Billy, what have you in your mouth???" she
exclaimed.

He of course, could only mumble.

Sara looked at Krissy, who was thinking fast. "I got tired of him
complaining about his hobbles Mom. I told him it was for his own good,
we were just trying to help his hip heal, following the suggestions on
that website. But he went on and on, finally I couldn't take it
anymore, so I stuffed his mouth shut."

Sara looked sternly at billy. "Billy! We are just trying to help, you
can't fight this, to teach you a lesson, keep those socks in your
mouth until you have finished the laundry, when it is hanging on the
clothesline, you can hand wash them, and hang them up too, but take
them out before then and I will really find a punishment for you. Do
you understand?" she waited. He curtsied.

He glared at Krissy, but she just smiled sweetly at him, grinning. The
socks tasted horrible. It would be an at least an hour before he was
ready to hang clothes out. He looked at his mother, back at Krissy and
gave up, walking downstairs carefully, taking the dirty laundry with
him. Even the soiled socks that were pressed in his mouth.

He separated the hand wash items, panties, bras, stockings from the
pile and put the rest in the washer, they were all dark clothes, he
was getting off easy today he thought, as he watched his chained
wrists add the detergent. Perhaps not so easy, but he was loving the
chains. He felt so kept, the house slave. It was beyond what he had
planned.

He moved to the sink to begin his hand washing, the mirror was still
there, he saw a pretty girl standing there, gleaming chains dangling
below the pink collar at her neck, her mouth packed with a pair of
dirty socks. Looking so helpless. He was entering a trance again and
didn't hear Krissy sneak up on him. WHAP

He jumped, his behind was stinging, and he saw she had a large ruler
in her hand. "You were bending over billy, I saw your pretty panties.
You know that you are not to bend over."

"I can see you are not concentrating on your duties too, staring in
the mirror. Perhaps you need to focus." She looked around the
basement, quickly snatching a rope that was sitting on a nearby shelf.
She grinned. Bending down she slipped the rope around the chain at his
ankles, feeding it around the legs of the laundry tub she tied a ****.
His legs were held in place now, before the tub.

She took another short length of rope and fed it through the lock at
his collar, looking toward the wall she wrapped it around a pipe,
keeping the loop at his collar she ****ted each end by the pipe, out
of his reach. "There. Now you may concentrate on your duties. Slave."

His eyes were wide, he really couldn't move, he was tied to the sink.
She turned the water on for him, pointing to the laundry, "Get to work
princess."

His eyes fluttered. His chained wrists fastened to the long chain,
made reaching impossible. At least with the water on, he should be
able to manage, he took the first pair of panties, applied a bit of
detergent and started to scrub them under the water. Of course he bent
a bit to reach, almost immediately he felt a searing pain across his
right cheek. he squirmed, the second cheek then started to sting. He
wiggled, but she smacked him again.

"I am not going to stop billy, you just keep washing, I will keep
spanking, I am sure you will work much faster with this incentive."
SLAP.

His legs were wiggling back and forth, shuffling in his high heels, he
couldn't move them away from the sink the rope held him firm, the
collar tugged as he jerked with each smack, she was hitting hard. He
yelped, the socks in his mouth muffled the sound, she giggled.

He started to scrub faster, wiggling with each smack. He started
breathing heavily, not just from the exertion. He didn't notice, but
Krissy was breathing hard as well.

"That's it billy, you keep wiggling your pretty bum back and forth, it
makes it easier for me to alternate cheeks. Striking again, the firm
slap loud in the basement. His muffled yelp stirring her more.

He was working faster than he had ever done before in his limited time
hand washing lingerie. One day... It wasn't long before he completed
his task, the spanking stopped, his behind was crimson.

Krissy was puffing, she checked the wash, and everything seemed
completed. "See how much better you work with the proper incentive?"
she chided. "You even beat the washing machine, it is still on the
wash cycle. I will just leave you here to wait for it, to keep you out
of trouble. I will be back when I hear it beep. Don't go anywhere."
she giggled leaving her helplessly chained slave, who was watching her
in the mirror, still wiggling his sore behind.

"Oh I have an idea billy, 'dance for me'"

Billy looked at her in the mirror, how was he going to dance, tied up
like this, "Oh you can still wiggle your bum, keep doing it until I
return, you never know when I may sneak back, you don't want me to
catch you just standing still.' she patted his warm bum with her hand
gently. "Dance billy."

And she left.

He danced, or kept wiggling his bum. his legs shifted slightly, as
much as the chain and rope allowed, still held to the pipe with the
rope tied to his collar, he waited for the wash, listening to the
cycles... dancing.

The washer took about forty minutes to work its way through a wash,
billy heard it beep, paused and listened for Krissy, of course she
didn't bound downstairs to free him. He started dancing again, he best
keep it up in case she caught him. The constant movement while
helplessly bound was stirring him greatly. Being out of control like
this, so helpless.

It was another ten minutes before Krissy sauntered down, checking the
wash, poking his swaying bum to teas him. "Oh all right, it looks like
you are finished down here, now you can hang them on the line." she
told him to stop dancing and removed the rope at his collar, bending
down she released his ankles as well. She flipped up one of the
padlocks at his ankle, tugged on it. "You are really locked up aren't
you billy." she teased.

Billy removed the wash, from the washer, and placed everything in the
laundry basket, including the hand washed items. He was careful not to
bend, and avoided any smacks from his ever watching tormenter Krissy.
He took the laundry up the stairs, carefully wiggling to avoid more
punishment. His behind was still quite sore.

He stood at the door. He was unable to turn the knob and hold the
basket, holding the basket was difficult enough with his hands chained
together turning the knob was just not possible. Krissy came up the
stairs behind him, reached over and turned the knob. He was amazed,
she had been tormenting him so much the past few days, and he didn't
realize that she was in a hurry, to continue just that.

Reaching the line, being sure to wiggle his bum as he felt the long
chain from his collar to his ankles tapping his stocking covered
thighs. Krissy had been tapping his bum with the ruler somewhat
gently, to prod him along, and to tease him. Not too gently though,
the slaps were echoing off the wall of the house.

He put the basket down, crouched carefully and selected a pair of
jeans to hang. Reaching up, with both hands due to the chain
connecting them, he felt his dress rise. Before he could loop the
jeans over the line he felt the first smack, it was just as hard as
the ones she gave him in the basement. He jumped and yelping into the
socks filling his mouth. Resigned to receiving yet another punishing
spanking from her, he continued, he tried to twist back and forth to
avoid the ruler as she swung it toward his exposed behind to no avail.
Each swat connected with a loud smack and a yelp.

Sara peeked out the window to see Krissy spanking billy, his long legs
clad tightly in the black pantyhose were shining as they reflected the
bright sunlight as he twisted back and forth. The chain hobbling his
ankles preventing him from moving much. She seemed to be hitting him
quite hard judging from the way he was jumping, but then, she could
see his panties, and the site said to spank him when you could, even
if for reasons beyond his control as it helped make him remember not
to bend. It wasn't long before he finished hanging the clothes, now he
could go downstairs and wash out the socks filling his mouth. She
watched to be sure he didn't take them out before reaching the
basement, he didn't.

Krissy left him, to go wash out her socks, when he reached the laundry
tub he reached up, tugging out the foul tasting socks she had packed
tightly in his mouth. It was then that he noticed she had turned both
of them inside out. Soaping them up, he was happy to be free of them.
A rinse and back out to the line, Krissy was waiting.

She really was finishing with a bang, he was dancing wildly trying to
avoid the last few smacks as he tried to hang her socks. Finally he
managed and she stopped, she took a step closer to him grasping the
ring at his collar, tugging him closer, She was breathing heavily as
she whispered, "I do seem to love spanking you billy. Is your bum
tingling?"

He nodded, before he could say anything they heard a car driving down
their lane way. A car! People! Billy wanted to rush into the house,
but Krissy was still holding the ring on his collar. "I wonder who
this is" she said, tugging him toward the front of the house.
Helplessly he had to follow.

"Krissy" he whispered trying to get her attention to his predicament.
She just giggled, tugging him along, knowing a deep blush would soon
start. They rounded the corner to see their neighbors talking to their
Mother. Debbie and her two daughters were there.

Krissy tugged her brother all the way to the group, they were all
watching the pretty brunette dragging the pretty blonde, maid, along
by her collar, and they could see the chains as they sparkled against
her black outfit. Billy was still tugging as they stopped, he wanted
to run into the house but Krissy was still holding onto his collar. He
was blushing about as darkly as he had ever blushed before, he looked
down, afraid to look into the eyes of anyone.

"Krissy," Sara started, "Debbie has been called to work, and they
can't find a sitter at this short notice, I have to work on the
project this afternoon. Could you be a dear and help them out? It
would be about eight to ten hours you would be needed, for lunch and
dinner and maybe a bit afterwards."

"Oh Mom I would love to, but I have that job interview in town this
afternoon, you were going to drive me over, remember?"

"Oh right, I did forget," Sara said in a bit of a quandary. Then
looked at billy, who was also old enough to sit, and had done so at
their previous home. "Billy!" she exclaimed.

Billy looked up in shock. Everyone was looking at him. "Problem
solved." Sara said "you can borrow billy for as long as you need him.
He can cook the girls lunch and dinner and perhaps catch up on some of
those chores you mentioned you were behind on."
She turned to Robyn and Amy. "How about it girls, can you watch our
maid for us while he watches you?"

Both girls giggled and nodded. Krissy grinned and tugged billy forward
toward Debbie, motioning her to take the loop at his pink collar. She
smiled while reaching up to grasp the link. Billy stood there now,
dressed as a pretty maid in that mini dress, black pantyhose,
incredibly high heels and all those chains locked on, binding him,
limiting him, being held by a virtual stranger to be taken away and
watched by her daughters. His heart was pounding out of his chest.

Sara looked at billy, directly in the eyes. "You will do what you are
told over there billy, I expect you to do as many chores for them as
possible, do you understand?"

Billy blushed again and curtsied, knowing she was expecting this.

The girls giggled.

Krissy giggling tuned to Robyn "He has a habit of complaining, if he
does, just put a sock in his mouth."

Robyn looked over in amazement. "A sock?"

Krissy nodded. "He was complaining this morning about his chains, so I
took off my socks and put them in his mouth. That taught him not to
complain. He was lucky I was wearing socks, or I would have used my
panties."

Robyn gasped, Debbie just smiled still holding his collar. "You are
sure this will be alright?" she asked Sara.

Billy noticed that no one had asked him anything, he was just being
**********, like property, like... a slave.

Sara nodded, "We are only too happy to help, just please girls, keep
him busy with chores, it is important to help his hip heal." She
quickly explained the curtsies. "Be sure he performs them properly
girls, he tries to get away with things you know."

Krissy handed Debbie the ruler. "This helps too," she said. "Oh and he
gives a good foot massage."

Debbie took the ruler, checked her watch. "Oh dear, I have to rush,
thank you all this is so wonderful to have such helpful neighbors.
Let's go girls or I will be late." She tugged billy toward their car.

Amy tried to open her door, but it seemed locked. Debbie was going to
have to get out her keys, she handed the ruler to Robyn and passed
billy over to her, Robyn took the collar holding it tightly looking at
billy who was still looking down meekly.

The door was unlocked, Amy climbed in and Debbie took billy from
Robyn, gently pushing him into the car. Sara and Krissy watched as he
was driven off, seatbelt holding him tightly in place. "Oh dear, they
don't have any of the keys to his locks," Sara said, wondering how
billy would make out next door.

As they drove down the lane billy was still looking down, his stocking
clad legs tightly together, the chain sitting between while his wrists
sat on his lap, he was staring at the heavy chain connecting them as
they bounced over a bump. He felt so strange, the car filled with
girls, dressed as one, chained up, being driven off with them. He was
dressed as a girl!

Debbie noticed Robyn was looking at the large wooden ruler Krissy had
handed her, twirling it in her hands. She noticed her mothers glance
and spoke "Are we supposed to spank billy with this ruler?"

Debbie glanced in the mirror as she answered, "It seems so honey, it
is to help him though, and you understand that right?"

"Yes I read the website you showed us, hard?" she asked.

"Yes, I think so, if you have to spank him, it must be hard." Debbie
said from what she understood. "It is hard right billy?" He startled,
looking up, seeing everyone was looking at him. "If we are to spank
you, it must be a hard spanking? Is that correct?"

His heart flipped. "Uhm, yes."

Robyn peeked over the seat trying to see him. "Has anyone spanked you
with this ruler yet?"

He started to blush again, darn it happened so easily. "Yes, Krissy
spanked me this morning."

Amy asked why.

He looked at her, she was staring into his eyes, she wanted to know
what offence he had committed to warrant a spanking. "Uhmm," he
stammered, "she said that she saw my panties when I was washing the
clothes."

Amy's eyes opened wider. "Panties? You are wearing panties too?"

His blush deepened.

Debbie said, "Amy of course he is, can you imagine wearing bulky boys
underwear under a pair of pantyhose?"

Amy shook her head. "If I see your panties then, I should spank you
too?" she asked.

Debbie answered again, "Yes Amy, this is to help him."

"Okay then, I want to help him too," she said nodding. She reached
over and took the hem of his dress in between her finger and thumb,
"It is a pretty dress you have on. It is very short though."

Billy nodded, it was very short and he knew she was going to be
watching closely for a glimpse of his panties ready to give him a firm
spanking too, to help. What had he gotten himself into?

It wasn't long before they pulled into their driveway. Debbie was in a
hurry, she needed to get to work soon, it was so fortunate to find a
baby sitter of sorts, on such short notice. Robyn opened billie's
door, he couldn't reach with his wrists chained like that. Amy
released his seat belt, they were so helpful. Actually billy was
starting to think all three of them were very nice. They hadn't made
fun of him at all and seemed quite understanding.

"Robyn I am going to be late, please take billy in and show him
around. He will make your lunch and dinner, ok?"

"Sure mom, are we to get him to do chores too?"

Debbie looked at billy. "Are you up to it billy? I could really use
the help." She looked at him and smiled. "You are dressed the part
after all."

Billy wanted to do their chores too, to be forced to do them. It would
feel very different from being the house slave for his family, now he
was, maybe, going to be just a slave. "I don't really have a choice,
Mom said to help, she meant it."

"Ok then, girls, be sure that billy is kept busy, the house is a bit
of a mess we could use the help of a good maid, show him where the
washing machine is too, maybe we can finally catch up on the laundry."

Robyn took the loop at his collar and led him in the house, it seemed
natural to do this. Billy followed along meekly, being led into the
strange house by the two girls. Debbie smiled got back in her car and
drove off wondering if billy would get many of the chores done, those
chains sure limited his movement.

Robyn pulled him into the kitchen. "We have a dishwasher but mom
didn't load it this morning." Pointing to the mess on the counter, she
was about to grab his collar again, but noticed their dogs leash was
on the counter. "This will be easier," she said clipping the leash to
his collar and tugging him through the house. "This is our living
room, it is kind of messy now, Amy did it."

"I did not," Amy said looking around. "Well maybe some of it," she
agreed.

Billy was looking around and then felt a tug as she pulled his leash
again, forcing him to follow her to the bedrooms, all the beds were
unmade, there were piles of clothes strewn through each room. The
house was indeed quite a mess. Robyn was looking at him, he spoke,
"Don't you girls do any chores here?"

Robyn looked angry. "Hey you are supposed to curtsy first to ask
permission to speak." She tugged his leash hard, he stumbled.

Billy sighed and performed a court curtsy, waiting for her to tell him
to rise, she tugged on his leash and said he could stand. "You may
speak now," she said, still looking stern.

Billy asked the question again.

"No that is your job." Robyn smirked. "We will be in the living room,
you can start in the bedrooms."

They both left him, dropping the leash, letting it dangle before him.
Wow. She was bossy, what happened to the nice girls he met in the car
he wondered.

He was going to make the bed first but there were so many piles of
laundry s**ttered about, he started to gather them up first. There was
a lot of bending involved but he thought he was alone, "Where is that
ruler Robyn," he heard Amy call out from the doorway. He stood quickly
looking, she giggled. "Your panties are white with little flowers and
I am going to spank you now."

Robyn appeared in the door beside Amy, she was holding the ruler. Amy
told her, "I saw his panties, he bent to pick up your socks," while
pointing to the socks on the floor. Robyn handed her the ruler.

Billy was frozen. No, he wasn't about to be spanked here too? But
then, this was his sisters doing, she had given Robyn the ruler.
Great. But, how hard could these girls spank? Amy was beside him now,
she lifted the hem of his tiny dress. "See Robyn? White with pretty
flowers." Before billy expected it, he felt a smack. It wasn't as hard
as Krissy had spanked him, it did sting never the less.

"How many times should I spank him?" Amy asked her sister.

"I don't know, no one said. Twenty?" Robyn provided helpfully.

Smack, "Ok," she said determined and continued to hit billie's bum
across his panties. He jerked a bit with each slap, it was obvious he
was out of control here as well. Robyn called out, "If he complains
Krissy said to put a sock in his mouth, if you have one."

Amy was barefoot. "What if you don't have one?"

"Panties Krissy said." Robyn remembered that distinctly, she was so
surprised. But they knew best and she didn't want to do anything
wrong, her mother had said this was very important for billy.

Billy heard the exchange and kept very quiet. It was obvious he would
be tormented more if he complained. So he stood quietly while his,
already sore behind was spanked, yet again.

When Amy finished she tugged his hem back down. She tugged a few
times. "You wear very short dresses billy, it is no wonder your
panties show. Why do you wear such short dresses if you will be
spanked?"

Billy looked in the mirror, she was waiting for an answer. "I didn't
pick the dress," he told her quietly, "Krissy did."

"Are these her panties then too?" she asked flipping his hem up to
look at them again, noticing his behind had a cherry red stripe where
she had spanked him.

"Yes," he whispered.

Robyn noticed he had piled up her clothes on the bed, in separate
piles, sorted for wash. "Do you know how to wash these, without
damaging them? I don't want all my clothes to turn gray or something,"
she expressed, concerned.

Billy looked at her as he turned, facing both of them. Amy was still
standing beside him. "Yes, my Mom taught me how to wash, I have to
wash all our clothes at home."

"Well what cycle do you put delicates on then, like these panties?"
Robyn asked as she picked up a pair off her bed.

"Uhm, I don't know," he stammered.

"You don't know? But you said your Mom taught you how to do the
laundry, that you did all of the laundry at home, how could you not
know, you are going to ruin my clothes aren't you?"

Billy blushed again, "She makes me hand wash all the delicates." he
said, looking down.

"Oh! Well then, that is what you will do here too. I don't want to
have them all in shreds or ruined in the wash."

Amy nodded, she didn't want her clothes ruined either. Relieved the
two girls left billy to continue gathering the clothes, it took a few
trips to get everything in the laundry room. He set the washer to do a
dark wash with jeans, shorts, skirts and tops. Then he filled the sink
and let the panties soak, they were all brightly colored so would not
bleed into each other, he hoped.

As the panties soaked he returned to Robyn's room to make the bed.
With his hobbles and restricted hand movements, it was very difficult.
Forced to do chores but then restricted so the chores were so hard to
do, it was a constant punishment, then with the constant worry of
being punished with a spanking while he did them added to his helpless
feelings. The threat of further torments if he complained. He felt
more like a slave now than ever before, traded off to another family
and enslaved by them. It was almost exactly as it was happening.

He managed to make her bed, it was a single, so reaching the coverings
was not as difficult. He left for Amy's room, they both watched as he
wiggled through the living room. "Could you get us some drinks when
you finish Amy's bed please?" Robyn asked. He stopped and curtsied and
said yes he would. She giggled, "You do pretty curtsies, I can't do
them that well. They make you practice them a lot?" He nodded and went
into Amy's room. The bed was just as easy to make, she stood in the
doorway watching him as he did, so he was extra careful not to bend,
he knelt to adjust blankets, he felt even more subservient doing so,
but he knew she would spank him again.

"You did a nice job on my bed," she said happily, "it hasn't been made
for a week. Mom is so busy. I like having you here to help clean up."

Billy smiled, she was nice, except for the spanking, hmmm.

He went to the kitchen, the tiny steps were so annoying. Looked in the
cabinets for glasses. The kitchen was such a mess. He saw some through
the glass cabinet doors, but to get them would mean reaching, and
exposing. He could ask them to get the glasses but he suspected they
would not do it. There was no stool to step on, so he had no choice,
he reached up an opened the door.

He felt the smack before he knew she was there, man she was quiet. He
jerked in surprise lowering his arms. Turning to protect his bum from
another smack. "I was getting the glasses for your drinks." he said.

"Your panties showed, and now I think you are complaining?"

"No, the dress is so short, when I raise my arms the hem lifts. I
wasn't complaining."

She stood there. "Well then if you are not complaining, get the
glasses."

"Are you going to spank me again when I do?" billy asked.

"Yes. So if you are not complaining you will just do it."

Billy was trapped, he knew he was going to have to get the glasses and
let her smack his bum. She had the same look that Krissy had when she
spanked him. What was up with that?

He turned, he had tingles again, knowing he was going to be spanked
but was forced to accept it. He raised his arms and sure enough she
swung the ruler hard across his right cheek. Before he had the door
open she had hit him again on the same spot, Glass in hand, he could
only take one at a time, he lowered it to the counter, two more
smacks. She waited, he had to get the next glass. She hit pretty hard.
He wanted it this time though. To be spanked by a virtual stranger, it
was way beyond what he had planned when he made the website. She was
cute too.

He reached up again, another smack, hard. The door opened two more as
he gripped the glass, another one as he lowered it, then he moaned and
leaned over the counter, he couldn't help it. She immediately hit him
across both cheeks, very hard. He was bent over the kitchen counter,
she just kept spanking him across both cheeks with the ruler. He
squirmed, he had to stand up. Finally he did, he was blushing, she was
a bit flushed as well, breathing harder. She just looked at him, "The
juice is in the fridge." she said very quietly.

She walked out of the kitchen leaving billy standing there panting.
Quietly he went to the fridge, pulled out the g**** juice, filled the
two glasses and put the juice back. He saw a tray, he put the glasses
on the tray and went into the living room. He was blushing, he knelt
between the two of them and held out the tray. Robyn looked at him,
taking the glass slowly. Amy took hers smiling and drank right away.
Robyn took a sip and put the glass back on the tray! She turned back
to the TV to watch the movie they were enjoying. billy just quietly
knelt there holding her glass.

Amy looked over. "Is that all you want?"

Robyn said, "Of my drink?"

"Yes."

"No, I took a sip, I will drink more. There is no table here."

Billy was the table. The slave holding the table, the slave that she
had just spanked, spanked hard, she knew something. She took another
tiny sip and put the glass back on the tray, he had to kneel there,
holding it, with his wrists chained together. If he complained, he
knew she was ready to fill his mouth, and she wasn't wearing any socks
either.

Billy knelt there for quite a while, quietly holding her drink. She
finally finished, Amy had finished a while ago and put the empty glass
on the tray. Billy knew he was dismissed, he left the room as quietly
as the rattling chains allowed. It was time to deal with the pail of
soaking panties.

He stood before the sink, it was smaller than they had at home, and he
didn't have to bend for the most part. Taking a pair of panties out of
the soaking water he started to scrub them, when finished he placed
them on a towel. He best check on the girls, they were quiet and he
was the babysitter, well sort of.

He minced out of the room and peeked into the living room, they were
still watching TV, so he headed back to the laundry room, he did this
a few times, finally Robyn called out "Why do you keep coming in here?
You are not getting your chores done." She stood and followed him back
to the laundry room.

"I was just checking to make sure everything was ok with the two of
you," he said, defending his actions.

"Well we are fine, stay in here and finish, there is a lot to wash."
She looked around and then took his leash, that she had left dangling
from his collar, and looped it around a towel rack on the wall, tying
a ****. "There, now you will stay until finished." and left.

Billy looked at the leash tied to the wall, this was going to make
washing more difficult, why everything had to be made more difficult,
then he realized the leash was just clipped to his collar, he raised
his hands and removed the clip.

Two more panties and a pair of socks were washed and waiting on the
towel when Robyn peeked in the room again. "How dare you remove your
leash!" she left in a huff.

'Oh oh, I wonder what she is going to do,' billy thought.

Seconds later she returned, she took the leash and clipped it to his
collar again, then pulled out a large combination lock, like the ones
used on lockers at school, and clicked it shut. Now he was locked in
place. "Any complaints?" she asked.

He shook his head, the blonde locks that framed his face danced back
and forth. He blinked a few times, his long eyelashes fluttered. "Did
you put on your makeup? It is very pretty."

"No, Krissy does that in the morning. I don't want makeup but they
make me wear it."

She looked at his soft features. "That sounds like a complaint too."

"No, I am not complaining, sorry."

"Oh so you like your makeup then?"

He had no choice, answer yes or he would likely have something placed
in his mouth for the rest of the day. "Uhm, yes I like it." he looked
down, dejected. He was so controlled.

"Good, because you look very pretty."

She left him, bound, cleaning her panties. He would be there for an
hour or so, the pile was huge, they couldn't have any clean underwear
left in their drawers.

He was checked on frequently, the girls would come in to talk to him,
watch him clean, check on the cleaning that he did, to be sure he was
doing a good job. Neither of them had offered to release his collar,
they left him bound to finish his duties. Robyn asked him often if he
had any complaints, she really seemed to want him to do so. He always
said no. The collar was tugging on his neck all the time, reminding
him that he was bound in place. His feet were sore, he couldn't move
them much. He kept shuffling them, even when the girls were in, but he
was careful not to say they were sore, as this would be a complaint.

Robyn came in again, he was about half way through, he was still
moving his feet a lot, raising one foot, then the other, trying to
relieve the pain the high heels were causing. She said, "you are going
to poke holes in the floor with your heels if you keep doing that, Mom
will be very annoyed and I will probably get heck for it."

She bent down, he hadn't seen that she brought in a short length of
rope. She looped it around his ankles, tied a tight **** and ran it up
his legs, looping another bit around his knees, tying them together
tightly and then to the handle at the cabinet door, tying it securely.
It too was out of reach as he couldn't crouch down with his collar
leashed to the towel rack on the wall. He couldn't lift his feet
anymore. She grinned, "Amy and I play cowboys and Indians a lot, I am
very good at tying someone up. Now you won't get me into trouble."

She left the room. His hands were stuck in front of him, chained, now
his legs were stuck together tightly, his collar holding him tight
against the sink. he was reduced to a being no more than a washing
machine, unable to move. He was left there until he was finished, when
he was in fact done, he waited, he waited stuck there for fifteen
minutes before either of them checked on him. They only came in
because they now wanted lunch.

He was released and told he could continue the laundry after, but that
they were hungry now, Amy was, as she said, hungryyyyyy.

He looked in the refrigerator, found some leftover pasta that they
said they liked, so it was easy to heat it up. He set the kitchen
table and managed to put the food on the table before they caught him,
as he had bent over quite a few times being in a hurry. He was not
sure of Robyn, she seemed to take control very easily, control over
him at any rate. He felt quite meek when in her presence.

He went into the living room, holding the hem of his dress he did a
deep court curtsy and waited. Robyn told him, "You may rise." He did,
she asked if lunch was ready.

He nodded, and then looked down. his long stocking clad legs filling
his vision, he could see the tips of those punishing pumps just below
his ankle chain. Robyn was passing by, she took hold of his leash and
tugged. "Come on daydreamer," pulling him into the kitchen.

Amy noticed there were only two place settings "Aren't you going to
eat lunch too?"

"Oh Amy, he is a maid, maids don't eat with us, they eat later, right
billy?"

"Umh, I guess so, that is what I have to do at home," he stammered,
she really got to him.

"What do you do while they eat?" Amy asked, taking a bite.

"They make me kneel beside the table," he told her, instantly
regretting it.

Robyn pointed down. "kneel then."

As they ate, he knelt beside the table, head lowered, hands resting on
his thighs. At least his feet were resting for a bit. "Are you going
to hang the clothes outside on the line now?" Robyn asked looking
down at him as she finished her lunch.

"Yes I was going to."

"You will have to raise your arms up then, to reach the line," she
said, looking into his eyes.

He nodded.

"It will be like getting the glass out of the cabinet then," she
added, meaningfully.

As he cleared the table Amy asked Robyn if she was coming back to
watch the TV.

"No, I am going to show billy where the clothesline is and make sure
he hangs our clothes up properly, we don't want them blowing away in
the wind." She was looking at billy then, allowing the message to sink
in, he was going to be watched, he was going to be raising his hands,
his hem, it was going to be 'like getting the glass out of the cabinet
then.'

She actually helped him load up the laundry basket, and even carried
half of the laundry out to the line. Then, "Does Krissy watch you hang
the clothes at home?"

"Uhm, yes," he almost whispered.

"At home, you have to raise your arms up? Your panties show there
too?"

He blushed again. "Uhm, yes." This time it was a whisper.

"What does Krissy do?"

"She spanks me," he admitted.

"The entire time you hang the clothes?"

"Yes." He knew now, she was about to do the same.

The clothes line was around the house, she was tugging his leash as he
carried the basket, mincing along, wiggling, frustrated. She showed
him where the pegs were kept, there was a table to hold the laundry,
so he wouldn't have to bend. He was still going to expose his panties
though. For quite a while, this was a big load of laundry.

His heart was pounding a bit as he picked up a skirt to hang. He took
two pegs and turned to the line, it was a rope line that you pulled,
rather than the unit they had at home that was on a pole. He reached
up, placed the hem of the skirt against the line and started to fasten
the peg when the first smack hit his behind, right across the middle,
both cheeks. Owww. He tried to ignore what he knew was going to be a
long spanking and put the second peg on, tugging the line out a bit,
ready for the next article to hang. She had slapped his bum about six
times now, each time in the same spot. He tried squirming as he
lowered his hands to pick up the next item.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hanging the laundry," he said puzzled.

"No, silly I know that, you are dancing or something."

Billy blushed. "I wasn't dancing."

"What were you doing then?" Knowing full well what he was doing.

"I was just trying to avoid your spanking," he admitted.

"Hmmm, isn't that a complaint of sorts then?"

He sensed a trap, "no."

"Well then hold still, if you move away I will assume that you are
complaining that you are being spanked. You know that I have to spank
you if I see your panties."

Now he couldn't move? He knew what she would do if he did, so now he
must just hang the clothes, and allow her to spank his bum, if he even
flinched she may gag him. She still wasn't wearing any socks either.

Resigned, billy selected a pair of Amy's panties and two pegs, his
arms raised and the spanking began. With each article he hung, he
received quite a few smacks, each across both cheeks, and each in the
same spot. She never missed. He found he was getting slower and slower
hanging items, allowing for more smacks, he could hear her breathing
becoming more labored as she continued. The evil girl was sitting in
a chair beside him, aiming with deliberate care.

Billy was not quite half way through when he had to stop. "Why are you
stopping?" she asked.

Billy wanted to say because his bum was getting very sore, but that
would be a complaint, he struggled for an answer. Nothing came to
mind, He either had to complain, or keep going, she was watching
intently, waiting for the complaint.

"Sorry," he mumbled and picked up a pair of her panties to hang. They
were almost like the ones he was wearing, white with a flower pattern,
delicate.

She grinned. "like them?"

He blushed again, grabbed some pegs and continued hanging the clothes
up. The first smack seemed extra hard, he yelped.

"What was that?" she asked

"Nothing, that one just hurt a bit more is all," he said.

"You are not complaining are you?"

"No, it just hurt."

"So it is ok then if I spank you harder?"

He was trapped. "It will hurt more, but if that is what you want to
do, I can't stop you." he said, hoping she wouldn't

Of course she did.

She was determined to make him complain. She was being so careful to
hit the same spot each time, it was becoming quite red too. She hit
him again, the smack was quite loud. He moaned. He wasn't moving much,
she hit his bum again. He moaned one more time. He was standing still
holding on to the line with his dress raised. She hit him a few more
times very quickly. He wiggled a bit, sort of squirmed. Suddenly she
paused. "are you enjoying this?"

He came back to reality. Blushing deeply. He finished hanging her
panties.

"I asked you a question," she reminded him.

"What being spanked?" he asked, as if that were a silly question.

"Yes."

"Why would I enjoy being spanked?" he asked, trying to cover, to
change the subject.

"I don't know, you were moaning a bit and not moving. If you answer
honestly I will tell you something."

He looked at her, she obviously knew. "It makes me feel funny inside."
he admitted,

"So you like it then?"

He nodded, barely.

"Well I like spanking you, watching when you squirm, when you moan. I
won't say anything, it will be our secret."

Billy looked at her.

"Ask me to keep spanking you," she whispered.

Billy bit his lip. he looked at her, she waited. She knew, he admitted
it. he shuffled, the chains held him. He looked at her again, her
facial expression hadn't changed. "please spank me." he whispered.

"It's ok you can squirm if you want. I like it when you squirm." She
seemed excited. "Ready?"

He nodded and started to pick up a pair of socks to hang, she was
ready, watching, his arms raised and she struck.

Ouch, that was much harder, he wiggled a bit, and she actually giggled
and hit him again.

"How long can you stand still?" she asked.

He held on to the line and she just kept going, he was squirming, she
was hitting all over as he wiggled and moaned, finally he dropped his
arms down. She took a deep breath. He glanced over, she was flushed.

"Ready?" he heard her whisper.

They continued, on and on. Billy was loving it but his bum was
becoming quite sore. On the last spank, she put a lot into it, he
yelped loudly.

"You know, I should gag you for that, I am sure that was a complaint."
She was sort of teasing but billy knew she really wanted to do it.

He didn't say anything. He wanted to rub his sore behind, but with the
chains he couldn't.

"Billy?" she whispered.

"Yes?" he answered, she was still flushed.

"I really want to."

"Want to what?" he asked, confused.

"gag you," she said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Just for a little while, it could be our secret too."

He didn't say anything.

"You did yelp, that is complaining, your sister said I should stick a
sock in your mouth if you complained."

He looked at her bare feet. "You aren't wearing socks."

"Uhm, she said to use panties if no socks were available." She seemed
almost nervous.

He sighed, she wasn't going to let this go.

"billy, I want to spank you more too, all the way back into the
house."

He shivered.

"I am going to insist billy," she said again, firmly.

"You want me to get a pair of panties down off of the line?" billy
asked finally.

She shook her head, her soft curls flipped back and forth.

She reached under her skirt and wiggled in her seat, she tugged down
her panties and slowly stepped out of them. She balled them up and
stood up. Looking at him, not saying a word.

She reached out and took the loop on his collar in her hand, her
panties were in the other. "Open wide," she commanded, looking stern.

He was not sure if he detected a scent from the panties or not, they
were under his nose now, brushing his lips. he opened his mouth.

She pushed them in, poking with her finger. "Close your mouth."

He did, the panties vanished. He was gagged.

She turned him around, lifted the hem of his dress and used the apron
strap to hold it up, so his bum was bare, just covered with his
panties and the pantyhose.

She took the leash, told him to start walking she would walk beside,
slightly to the back of him, as he took the first step she smacked his
bum. With the hobbles he couldn't go very fast. With each tiny step,
she had time to spank him twice. He tried to go faster, but she was
pulling back on his leash, slowing him down. Often she would tug on
the leash, stopping him completely and just start to spank fast. Then
she would let him walk again, each step, two more spanks. He moaned a
lot, especially when she made him stop so she could spank him more.

He could taste something different in her panties, not like Krissy's
salty socks.

He was a mess of emotions, he never felt more like a slave than he did
at that moment, totally controlled by Robyn, each step, when he could
take them, being punished with each one, it seemed to go on forever.

She wasn't hitting too hard, it was more humiliation than pain. When
they reached the door to the house she tugged down his dress. "keep
the panties in for now, until I tell you to take them out. Unless you
want Amy to know you have my panties in your mouth?" she looked at
him.

He shook his head. She grinned.

They went into the house and separated, she went to watch TV with Amy,
he continued to the kitchen to clean it up.

"Did he do a good job hanging the laundry?" Amy asked.

"Not really, I had to spank him a few times," Robyn admitted.

Billy heard them talking. A few times?!" his bum had never been so
sore, but it was a different type of sore too. He moved his tongue
around, pushing the panties a bit, they seemed a bit wet he thought,
the taste was stronger now too, where they were wet.

He finished the kitchen, it was really looking good he thought. He was
sure it hadn't been cleaned in a few weeks it was so bad, the dishes
were out of the dishwasher, he even snuck outside and brought the
laundry back in. The hot sun and strong wind had dried everything
quickly. He went to their rooms and left the articles on their beds,
he didn't want to go through their drawers.

Robyn came up behind him, she pointed to her top drawer. "My panties
and socks go in there, jeans and skirts in my closet." She looked at
him, "do you still have my panties in your mouth?"

He nodded.

"Show me."

He opened his mouth, the white panties slipped between his lips. She
reached out and her finger hooked them. She tugged them out. "Ewe,
they are wet," she said and rubbed them over his face, well mostly
over his nose and mouth. Then tossed them in her hamper.

That hint of scent he detected before, seemed to be back, he could
smell it now, much stronger, it must have been the panties.

"It's dinner time," she told him.

He put away her clothes, as she had asked and went to the kitchen. He
found ground beef, and buns so he made them hamburgers. Amy charged
in, "Oh I love hamburgers." she told him happily.

The two of them sat down, just then Debbie arrived, walked in to see
her daughters sitting at the table being served by the cute maid. "Oh
hamburgers, we love those don't we girls?"

"Billy made lots Mom, you can have dinner with us too," Amy told her
happily.

"Billy that is so great, I am famished and so tired, you have no idea
how coming home to see dinner made makes me feel. You are terrific and
look at this kitchen! It is positively shining."

She sat at the table that was against the far wall in the center
position, her daughters at each end, watching as billy wiggled back to
the cabinet to get her a plate. He reached up and she noticed his bum
was quite red, obviously he had been spanked recently. She didn't say
anything though, he brought the plate over, dropped to his knees and
offered it to her with his arms raised.

She took the plate slowly, he was very submissive. As they started to
eat, he remained kneeling. Amy told her that is what he did at home
when they ate. She kicked off her shoes, the heels were torturing her
feet. She asked billy if he could put them in her room for her.

He reached out and took each shoe, rose to his feet and walked down
the hall, wiggling and clinking. The shoes had a strong scent mixed
with the leather. It was not totally horrible, it was very alluring
for billy. When he was in her room he raised a shoe to his face and
took a deep sniff.

A few minutes later he was kneeling by the table again, Amy asked how
her mother’s day had gone. Debbie answered. "It was a long day, I am
very tired, and my feet are really killing me. Soaking in a tub later
will feel great. How was your day?"

Robyn looked over. "Mom, Krissy said that billy did a great foot
massage maybe that would help your feet?"

Debbie looked down at billy. "Would you mind billy? I sure would love
one."

Billy looked up at her. He really wanted too. "Uhm, sure, if you want,
I can."

"I really don't want to wait, could you scoot under the table and do
it while I eat?" she asked hopefully.

Billy crawled under the table, his chains dragged on the tiles, his
bum was completely exposed now, Debbie could see red welts where he
had been spanked, he looked at Robyn. She shrugged with a bit of a
smile. The little minx.

Billy knelt under the table taking Debbie's stocking clad foot into
his hands and started to rub them, she wiggled her toes. She rested
her other foot on is thigh, rubbing slightly up and down the nylon
covering his leg was slippery as it met the nylon on her foot. It was
a pleasant experience. She didn't think at what the contact was doing
to billy though.

She ate very slowly, loving the foot rub, her sliding foot still moved
up and down billie's thighs constantly, going up quite high now, under
his dress, but again, she didn't know that, she was in a daze. The
long day ended, a nice foot rub, dinner, the house cleaned. her
daughters happy. She wondered about keeping billy, it would be nice to
have a maid full time...


Billy was bent over slightly to fit under the table, his ankles bound
together and wrists the same, kneeling at their feet. The aroma
arising from Debbie's feet was intoxicating. Musky, mixed with a hit
of leather from her shoes, her feet were damp, and he knew his hands
were taking on the same aroma. No one could see him, under the table,
they were all in conversation discussing her job. He bent his head
down, closer to the foot he was holding, kneading the sole his nose
brushed lightly over her toes. He inhaled deeply. He moved his soft
lips over them, brushing them as he continued a deep rub on her soft
soles with each of his thumbs. She wiggled her toes, just at the right
moment and the parted his lips, entering briefly. as he lifted his
head a slightly salty taste had been left on his lips.

Robyn was listening to her mother, but she was not sitting idol. Her
feet began to wander, stretching out her toes brushed his bare arm.
She slid her foot across his arm, leaning back slightly her foot moved
to the center of his chest, just below his chin. She didn't know he
had to stoop foreword to fit under the table, so she hadn't realized
his face was hovering above her bare foot, just inches above.
Exploring she raised her foot, surprised when she brushed his face so
quickly. She didn't pull back, merely started moving it slightly
maintaining contact. Pulling back just a bit, her toes were brushing
his lips. She grinned.

Billy was tingling all over, bound under the table, virtually forced
to rub her nylon clad foot. The smells were concentrating under the
table. Her skirt had risen slightly, he was sitting before her long
legs, and he saw peeks of her white panties now and then, under her
skirt. Just then he had felt Robyn's foot graze his arm, he was not
surprised, Amy had brushed against his other arm a few times and was
now resting her feet on his thighs. They were hot and she kept
wiggling her toes too. He stole another look up Debbie's skirt, just
then Robyn's foot slipped under his face, he tried to lift his head
but it was hitting the table. She raised it and he felt her soft skin
slide over his lips. She must be stretching, there wasn't much room
under the table. Then her toes tickled his nose, slid across his lips
and wiggled. Another scent was mixing as she maintained contact. Maybe
it was not such an accidental stretch.

Her toes started pressing more, firmer against his lips, her other
foot slid up his side, under his arm and she kicked a bit. She wanted
something. She kicked again, he opened his mouth and her toes slipped
in. He couldn't pull away his back was too the wall, his head stuck
under the table, his hands filled, with Debbie's foot. His tongue
brushed her toes, they were farther in his mouth now, and they stopped
wiggling when his tongue brushed them, he pulled it back, the taste
was quite strong. She wiggled her toes and kicked him, harder. His
tongue brushed them again. She stopped wiggling, his lips closed, his
tongue tasted more of her toes. Each time he stopped licking or
sucking, she kicked him. He was kneeling in front of Debbie, peeking
up her skirt, sucking on her daughters toes and she was just eating
dinner, oblivious to all that was happening below the table, sliding
her foot up and down his leg.

Each time he tried to remove her foot, she kicked, she was not going
to let him stop. His tongue slipping between her toes, they were very
soft. Amy's feet were moving a bit now too. feeling how slippery his
legs were, covered in the black pantyhose. He was becoming overloaded
with sensations. They had all finished eating, were just sitting
talking, each seemed to be enjoying themselves and didn't want to
leave the table. Debbie loved the foot rub and didn't want it to stop.
Robyn, well she was just in control of billy again, he was tickling
her toes, but it felt glorious.

"Well girls, should we go watch some TV and stretch out on more
comfortable chairs?" Debbie finally asked.

Amy was eager, she pulled away from the table quickly, started to
gather up her dishes. Robyn told her, "Don't worry, billy will clean
up."

Robyn pulled her toes out of his mouth, then smeared them all over his
face, mostly around his lips and nose before pulling her foot back.

Debbie was still sitting at the table, one foot in his lap the other
his hands. "That feels so amazing billy I really hate to stop. Be a
dear though and sort out the kitchen for us." She reluctantly pulled
her feet away from him and went into the living room with her
daughters. Billy was left kneeling under the table. Trying to gather
himself.

He crawled out and stood. Lifting his hands to his face he sniffed,
the scent left on his hands was powerful. There was a smell from Robyn
too covering his face. Resigned to maid duties again, he gathered
their dinner dishes, glasses and cutlery, placing all in the
dishwasher. He had already washed the pan he made the burgers in.
After wiping down the table he went to the living room, wondering if
he was to be taken home soon. He thought he was called in to babysit,
with Debbie home, there was no need for a babysitter any longer.

He stood in the doorway, Debbie looked up. "Finished already?" she
asked.

He nodded about to ask if he could be taken home now, but Debbie rose
and came out of the living room. She took his leash with a smile and
asked him to follow her, she pulled him into her room, pointing to the
piles of clothing on her bed. "Could you put these away properly
please?" She tugged him toward her dresser, opened the top drawer,
panties were in neat piles. "My panties go in here." Closing the
drawer, she opened the next one, "socks and pantyhose in here." More
tugs and he was next to the closet. She opened the door. "Skirts on
the left, slacks on the right, tops in the middle. Do you understand?"

He looked into her eyes, curtsied. "You can do the same in Amy's room,
if you look around you will find out where things go." She dropped his
leash and left the room, a wisp of her perfume lingered.

He picked up her delicate panties, folded them as the ones in her
drawer were, neatly putting them away. Socks and pantyhose followed,
she had some stockings and a garter belt as well. The rest of the
clothing went in the closet and then he went into Amy's room. This
seemed much more than a babysitting job, no mention of being paid was
made either.

He returned to the living room, sure he would be taken home now.
Debbie looked at him as he entered. he was so cute. Krissy was an
amazing makeup artist, he could pass as a girl with ease. "I don't
suppose you can continue my foot rub? You only did one foot, it did
feel so marvelous billy."

He nodded, heart beating stronger. He wanted to do this. She moved her
feet aside and he knelt before her, she quickly slipped one foot onto
his thigh. "I love how my stockinged foot feels on your stockinged leg
billy." She giggled as she moved it up and down. She then raised her
other foot slowly. A little higher than she had when he was under the
table. She scent rose quickly to his nose, he inhaled a bit more
obviously, she noticed. "Oh I am sorry billy, do my feet smell
horrible?"

He shook his head. "Oh you are just being nice, they must smell bad.
Billy if they smell bad please be honest, I don't like my girls
telling fibs."

Girls?

He shook his head again "No they don't smell bad at all." he tried to
assure her.

Robyn piped up. "Maybe he just likes the smell Mom?"

Debbie giggled. "Oh that can't be, She raised her foot more, up to his
nose. Billy take a sniff, please tell me if they smell horrible."

Obediently he took a deep sniff, of course they had a strong musky
scent. She didn't move her foot. "They don't smell bad at all" he
again said.

"Oh they must," she said. "You are just being nice, I bet you couldn't
stand it if I left my foot there for a while so that was all you could
smell."

He was holding her foot now, starting to rub it. "If your foot smelled
awful I would tell you," he promised.

"Well then let’s keep it right there, to see if you are being honest."
So he was forced to hold her foot, right in front of his nose, as he
massaged it. Her other foot was still exploring his thigh, never
stopping moving. The slippery nylons felt good for billy too.

She forgot him for a few minutes as Amy told her about the movie they
had watched. Robyn was watching billy intently, with her mother’s foot
almost touching his nose. Her pink painted toenails hovering, so
close.

Debbie wiggled them as he had found a ticklish spot, jerking slightly
her toes were mashed against his face. She held them there, pressed
against his nose. "Sure they don't smell billy."

He mumbled a no. "Fine, I will keep them there for a while then, as a
test."

Twenty minutes later, her toes were still pressed against his nose, he
was holding her foot, rubbing it, inhaling the powerful scent,
everything beyond his control. He could feel the dampness, it was
covering his face, lips, and nose. The smell was going to remain long
after she moved her foot away.

"Well billy, are you ready to admit they smell yet?" Debbie asked him,
wiggling her toes.

Billy started to answer again, to assure her the smell was not as
horrible as she kept saying, but her wiggling toes slipped in his
mouth when he started to talk, finding a way past his parted lips,
brushing his tongue as he started to form his words. He was surprised,
the taste was very strong, her wiggling toes went in quite far.

Robyn laughed, Debbie said, "Oh dear, I didn't expect that," and
started to giggle too. She wiggled her toes more in his mouth that
caused them to slide in a bit more, his tongue was firmly in contact
now. "Well do they taste bad billy?" she asked between giggles.

He mumbled a no. She laughed. "Oh should I leave them there then?"

He blushed, that was exactly what he wanted. Robyn decided to press
things. "leave them there Mom, let’s see how long he can take it."

Debbie was up for the challenge. "Ok billy, you are on, let's see how
long you can stand having my toes in your mouth, I bet they taste
terrible."

Billie's eyes were open wide in shock, this day had been a chapter out
of one of his fantasies. He decided to try something, he pulled her
wet toes out of his mouth, but not too far, they were still brushing
his lips, "Ok what do I win if I keep them in then and for how long"
he asked. Hoping she would pick some absurd time.

She didn't disappoint. "Hmmmm, what do you think Robyn? Half an hour
of toe sucking?" giggling as she looked at billy, her foot pressed
against his mouth.

"Oh no mom, more," Robyn said. "There has to be a punishment for early
withdrawal too."

Debbie thought, "Ok billy, one hour, if my foot comes out of your
mouth before the hour is up, then you agree to stay overnight and be
our maid again tomorrow. I will call your mom to arrange it."

Billy was tormented, they were all watching to see if he accepted the
challenge. He wanted to, to be forced to suck her toes for an hour,
but he wanted to be their maid tomorrow too. Maybe he could do both.

"Where will he sleep Mom?" Amy inquired.

Robyn wanted to torment him more. "Mom, what about Gingers bed?"

Ginger was their pet dog that had passed away the previous year. Her
leash was the one on billie's collar.

"Oh Robyn, Ginger slept in that big pet carrier. It is not really a
bed."

"Ginger liked it, and billy would fit in it just fine I bet."

Debbie looked at billy. "Well billy? Are you going to take the
challenge?"

He mustered some bravado. "Of course I could do it, he said, muffled
slightly by her foot."

"Alight then, open up," she said. As he did, her toes slipped into his
mouth. She looked at the clock, Seven o'clock. If you pull them out
before eight, you will be spending the night."

Robyn added, "In Gingers bed?"

Debbie sighed. "Yes in Gingers bed."

Billy knelt there, they were watching the TV, glancing at him now and
then, as he was there with her foot firmly in his mouth. He was
sucking, his tongue was sliding around her toes. She insisted that he
keep rubbing her foot too. She was still sliding her other foot up and
down his leg. She would sigh now and then, and stretch out. Often that
would push her toes in a bit more. Billy would glance at Robyn now and
then, she was almost staring at him all the time. He could see up
Debbie's skirt easily now, there was another scent that was tickling
his nose too, a new one, from somewhere.

"Oh I almost forgot billy." He looked up at her, he looked cute
sitting there, sucking her toes, it did feel so nice. "I was reading
that website today on my break. A lot of your problem is posture from
what I gathered, restricting bending and movements?"

He nodded carefully, he said yes, but it was so muffled they all
giggled.

"Well I did have a thought and stopped at a specialty shop on the way
home. I spoke to the owner, she recommended a longline corset. It is
very firm and would keep you from bending."

Billy listened, he had not thought of that, it would be very
restrictive, but then they didn't have anything like that at home and
money was short.

"I bought one," she announced.

She what?

"You are the same size as Robyn so it was easy to size, I have a
secret, you are almost the same age too, I just don't like leaving
them home alone, but the shop had a corset, a long one, that was a
special order, she was unable to sell it and practically gave it to
me."

She looked at him, "If you lose this bet, tomorrow I will put it on
you, we don't have to have the keys to your chains as it opens up
completely, then laces shut, I will be able to put it on under your
dress with ease. It has garters though, and stockings are required to
keep it in position. She provided a pair of them also, they are a
specialty stocking that are designed with a lot of compression. They
will really squeeze your legs but they may be perfect for you, we can
slip them on under your manacles. You can keep your pantyhose on under
them, it will be a cute look, I bet your stocking tops will show under
your hem, that dress is so short."

Billy wobbled, it was too much, he teetered and fell over, her foot
slipped out of his mouth.

He wondered how big the pet carrier was...
Robyn was giggling as billy lay on the floor, he had become overwhelmed
with sensations and with what Debbie had just told him. They were going
to put him in a corset, lace him up, and put stockings on him. The
smell of her foot had been so intoxicating, the feelings as her other
foot was caressing his leg, sliding on his pantyhose, and it was
sending such powerful sensations throughout him. He just couldn't take
it anymore. He was overwhelmed.

Amy was concerned, "What happened, are you ok billy?" she asked as she
jumped out of her chair. Billy watched as she came over to help him up,
it was hard with his wrists cuffed, to get up on his own, he was still
a bit wobbly, he looked at Robyn, she was smiling. Debbie looked stern
for some reason.

"What happened to him Mommy?" Amy asked again.

"Obviously my feet do smell and billy was not telling the truth, the
smell overpowered him and he just couldn't take it anymore," she said.
"If he had been honest, this would not have happened. You both know how
much I dislike lies."

Amy nodded, Debbie was a stickler for telling the truth. Now billy was
in a quandary if he said it was not foot odor that knocked him over, he
would have to come up with something believable. He couldn't admit to
the real reasons, so it was easier to go along with Debbie, after all
what could happen?

"Billy when my daughters lie to me, they are punished. I make certain
that the punishments are always something that they remember for a good
long time. You will be treated no differently, I can't have you setting
a bad example and getting away with it."

Billy wondered what punishments would be memorable. "Robyn, please get
Gingers bed," Debbie asked her daughter. Moments later Robyn came back
into the living room with the pet carrier, it was a plastic case with a
metal grill door, well a cage door. There was a couple of cage windows
on the sides and one on the top, for ventilation. The back was a solid
wall. What billy did notice, was how small it seemed.

Robyn put the carrier on the floor. Debbie pointed to it. "You will
have to back into it billy, please do so now."

Billy looked at the small carrier, he didn't see how he was going to
fit. Debbie was looking very stern though. In reality, his heart was
pounding a bit, he wanted to be locked up in this tiny cage, and it was
like a dream to be locked in it. Quietly he positioned himself so he
could sort of crawl backwards, working his way into the small space.
Once his legs were in they slid on the plastic floor easily and he
managed to push himself all the way in. He was not kneeling, he was
folded double, chest on his knees. His hands were on the floor of the
cage, the cuffs on his wrists being attached to the chain forced them
just below his collar, so his head was also resting on the floor of the
cage. He fit. Well sort of. But he couldn't move, not a bit.

"Perfect," Debbie said. "For Part of your punishment you will be
spending the rest of this evening in there, you will be sleeping in
there too. I hope you remember this." Billy was working on the
sensations again as he listened to Debbie. He was dressed as a girl,
completely, chained helplessly, wearing such high heel shoes that were
locked on. Now in a tiny cage in the living room of people he just met
that day, people that were treating him as a slave. Locking their slave
away for the rest of the night, like a pet.

Locked is just what happened too, Debbie slipped a very large looking
padlock on the hasp of the cage door and clicked it shut. The click
sounded very final. She pushed the cage off to the side over by Robyn's
chair. Billy had a limited view out the tiny cage door, all of it
filled with Robyn's feet. They continued watching a movie, chatting
away as if there was not a boy locked in a tiny cage on their floor
dressed as a French maid with very high heels and chains binding him
helplessly. As though it was a common happening in their household, an
everyday occurrence for them. Billy's face was almost pressed to the
cage door watching as Robyn's feet pressed against the tiny cage, her
toes poking through, grasping the wire of the cage with her toes
teasingly. The aroma was filling the cage, billy was blocking most of
the vents he was packed in so tightly. He shifted a bit and his face
was now pressed against the cage. Robyn immediately slid her toes over
his face, stopping as her toes rested against the side of the cage
where his nose was on the cage door. Billy tried to move, but his
stockings just slid on the cage floor, it was hard to get any grip, so
his face was still pressed tightly against the tiny bars that made up
the door. The smell was very powerful now, it was doing things to him.

When the movie ended, Debbie announced it was time for bed. Billy
required assistance with his undergarments, with his hands bound he
couldn't really pull them up or down. When Debbie pulled his pantyhose
back up, pulled his dress down she led him back to his cage and locked
him in for the night. Hours into the night Billy was thrashing about,
struggling and squirming, his body had had enough of being stuck in
such a restricted position. It was all to no avail though, he was
indeed stuck there, locked in his chains and locked in the tiny cage.

Morning arrived, he saw Debbie walk through the room, opening the
d****s, the sun streamed into the room. Finally he was going to be
released. She left, he heard the shower start. He was left locked in
the cage. Robyn came into the room, sat in the chair before him, her
feet were just by the cage door. "You are locked in," she told him.

He didn't answer, he was struggling with powerful emotions. She was
about to peek in to see if he was awake when Debbie came in. "Do you
want the bathroom?" she asked. Robyn nodded and went right away. Debbie
left the room, left billy locked in his cage.

Robyn came in a while later, she had just showered as well. She bent
down, she had keys!

The cage door opened. "Come on out billy," she told him. His muscles
were stiff, locked in that position all night, it took a bit but he
managed to crawl out and kneeled in front of the cage. "Oh, you really
pissed Mom off didn't you? She really doesn't like lying. It is always
better to tell her the truth, no matter what it is. Like yesterday when
I asked you if you liked being spanked. If you said no, I would have
known you were lying and I would have stopped spanking you. Because you
told the truth, I rewarded you." She grinned. His reward was a lot of
hard spankings.

She smiled. "Mom said to take you into the bathroom, let you do your
business and clean you up." She tugged his leash, pulling him to his
feet.

He followed her to the bathroom, it hurt to walk, he was still locked
in his shoes, his legs were so sore from kneeling all night. They
entered the bathroom, she closed the door and locked it.

She pointed to the toilet. He blushed. "Well?" she asked.

"I can't pull down my pantyhose and panties with my wrists locked," he
admitted.

She giggled. "Oh then, I will pull down your pantyhose and panties,"
She accented the your, making him blush more. Bending down her hands
slid up his legs, slowly. She took the waistband to his pantyhose and
pulled them down. His panties came with them. She looked up at him,
kneeling before him for a change, they both were statues, quiet.

"Off you go," she whispered.

He went to the toilet, finished gratefully, it had been so long. He
felt wonderful when he finished. Then realized, he was going to need
help cleaning up. Noooo.

Robyn had a face cloth in her hand. "Oh don't be a baby, stand up."

She cleaned him as she would clean a baby, tugged his panties back up,
she pulled them up as high as she could, they slipped into his crack as
far as they possibly could, he squirmed. Then did the same with his
pantyhose, being careful not to rip them. Taking his leash again she
tugged him toward the sink which was filled with warm soapy water. She
unfastened the button at the back of the dress and unzipped as far as
the zipper would go. She then took the hem of the dress in her hands
and pulled it over his head. He stood there with the dress over his
head and arms, he felt like a goof.

She washed him gently, caressing almost as much, pressing her body
against him, the warm cloth sliding under his arms, along is back. She
moved behind him, pressed tightly against him and washed his chest. Her
chin resting on his shoulder, looking down as she worked. Drying him
off with a soft towel, she then picked up her deodorant. It was not
unscented. It was heavily perfumed, she applied it carefully under his
arms, with an evil grin she picked up a bottle of perfume and dabbed it
on. Leaving him adorned with her scent.

She tugged the dress back down, picked up a curling iron and went to
work on his hair. As billy watched in the mirror it was clear that she
was an artist, she removed his makeup, changed his lips to a soft red,
his eyes had hints of a soft red that made you look twice. His lashes
were thickened, he blinked, and she smiled as his long lashes
fluttered. He looked in the mirror, that was just not him, that pretty
girl looking back at him. There were too very pretty girls standing
there, side by side, pressed together fairly tightly considering there
was a lot of space in the bathroom. Robyn turned toward him, looking at
her work. He watched her as her eyes danced from feature to feature,
when they found his eyes, they rested, they stared quietly for a moment
at each other, very quiet, and she was standing so close. Her hand came
up and cupped his cheek softly, almost as softly as her lips were when
they grazed his. He tasted her tongue as it darted into his mouth. She
was holding his head now, lips pressed together. It was the softest
most powerful kiss he had ever had. Her hand slipped down his back
slowly, found his bum and cupped it, tugging him closer. She broke the
kiss, then pressed her lips against his, her eyes were staring deeply
into his. She whispered her lips sliding across his. "I am going to
spank you today, I am going to spank you a lot. You are going to suck
my toes again too, lick my feet. I wonder what else I should get you to
lick," She kissed him again. He was so under her power.

She picked up her toothbrush, standing very close to him, her body
pressing lightly against his, she brushed his teeth. Her face was very
close to his as she peeked into his mouth, the closeness was not
unknown to either of them, there were feelings passing between them,
each contact was electric.

They were quiet again, billy whispered, "How old are you?"

She told him, he was surprised. "You are only three months younger than
I am."

She nodded thoughtfully. Turning, she tugged his leash, pulling him off
balance, he was in such a daze, and she grinned over her shoulder. He
was led into Debbie's room. Debbie was waiting. "It took you long
enough, is he all cleaned up?" she asked Robyn.

"He smells good too," Robyn said handing her mother the leash. Debbie
took it and told him to sit at the foot of her bed. She knelt before
him. Well we are going to have a harder time with these chains locked
on, but I am sure we will manage," she told him. Manage? ohhhh the
corset, he was about to be put in a corset. She took his shoe and
removed the back strap, by doing this she managed to pull the shoe off
his foot. It was still locked to his ankle but his foot was bare now,
well except for his black pantyhose.

She held up a stocking. "These have a lot of compression billy, you are
going to feel squeezed with every step you take, they will tug and
squeeze all over." He noticed the black stocking did look different,
there was a wide lace decoration at the top too. Lifting his left leg
on to her lap Debbie worked it over his foot, tugging it carefully
under the ankle strap of his shoe and the pink manacle encircling his
ankle. It didn't seem as hard as she had expected, the stocking was
sliding quite easily over his pantyhose. As Debbie pulled the stocking
up he felt her fingers sliding along his legs, it was sending shivers
up his back as she got higher and higher. Robyn was looking at the
other stocking, "Wow these really do squeeze don't they." Pulling her
hand out of the stocking.

Debbie nodded. "billy is going to be reminded with each step, each
movement just how much. They will squeeze and tug constantly. Each
movement will ripple up and down his legs." She reached the hem of his
dress, the stocking finished there, the lace band just below the hem of
his dress. She asked Robyn if she wanted to put the other stocking on.

Billy's heart started to beat faster. Debbie left to get the corset.
Robyn knelt down and took his foot in her hands, they were so hot. She
worked the stocking over his foot, just as her mother had done, under
the ankle strap and under the manacle, she tugged at the lock. 'They
are cute, I like the pink," her hands caressed softly, sliding over is
pantyhose as she worked the stocking up his calf. She bit her lip as
she worked it over his knee and then her hands were on his thigh,
moving up. She was lingering, tugging carefully, teasing his leg. She
pulled the stocking in place just as Debbie came back into the room
with a large flat box.

"Stand please," Debbie told him.

She opened it moving aside tissue paper and removed a long shiny pink
corset. Robyn unfastened his dress again, flipping it over his head as
she had done before. "Robyn pull his pantyhose up as high as you can,
they will act as a liner under the corset."

Robyn took the waistband of the pantyhose, tugging gently, telling
billy to wiggle and squirm, she pulled and tugged until the hem was
just under his arms. They were pulled so tight the seam in the
pantyhose had worked between his cheeks. Separating and enhancing them.
They placed the corset in front of him, wrapping it around his waist it
fastened with a few clips. Then the lacing began. First it was made
snug, squeezing him. he couldn't see what they were doing, but he was
being squeezed all over. Before they went at the laces again, Debbie
started attaching the garters to his stockings. There were six garters.
Robyn did one leg while Debbie did the other, billy could feel their
hands sliding over his behind, stockings were tugged up, and he felt
the pulling begin. More fingers sliding, shivers were dancing up his
back. he didn't know who was doing what, who was touching him where.
Then they were all fastened. He felt one garter, over his behind pulled
back. Then it was released, it smacked his behind loudly. "Robyn!"
Debbie scolded. Robyn giggled.

They went back at the laces, billy was not fat, in fact he was quite
slender. The corset tightened, shaping him. Soon the hourglass shape
was noticeable. Not long after it was pronounced. They tugged his dress
back down. Robyn took his apron and tied it back in place, it drew his
dress in. he had an amazing shape. Robyn started to laugh.

Debbie looked at her. "What is so funny?"

Robyn pointed, "Billy has bigger boobs than I do now," Debbie looked,
sure enough as the corset had a built in bra attached, with pointed
cups leaving billy with an impressive bust. Debbie giggled. "He looks
cute though."

Robyn nodded. "He is pretty."

Billy was swaying a bit, the corset was so tight, the stockings were so
tight, he was being squeezed all over. The phone rang, Debbie went to
answer it. Robyn looked at billy. he looked back. He took a step, the
corset was so long, and it went from "his" breasts down to just short
of the hem of his dress. Down to his thighs. Firming and shaping,
covering any possible bulges. He didn't feel his behind squeezed
though, he took a step and felt the dress sliding across his cheeks.
They felt different, Robyn had pulled the pantyhose up so much, they
were separated. Squeezed but not by the corset. He was wondering how it
went down to his thighs without squeezing his bum. Robyn noticed him
looking in the long mirror, twirling a bit so he could see behind. She
flipped up his dress. He gasped. The corset had a cut out section,
framing his bum perfectly. "I will still be able to spank you," she
whispered, sliding her hand over one of his cheeks. It was electric,
her fingers slipping off the tight pantyhose.

She dropped the hem before Debbie returned. "Well billy, you are ready
to start the day, off to the kitchen please, it is breakfast time."

He took a step toward the hall, his stockings pulled, squeezed,
shimmering feelings danced across his leg. He took another step, the
same happened with his other leg. When he stopped walking they
squeezed, it was like they were alive. The garters tugged, he felt the
straps move, pull. The corset squeezed, he took another step, it was
like a thousand fingers were playing with his legs. Each step, it never
stopped. He didn't feel the hem of his dress raised, he was in another
trance. The smack was loud it pulled him out of his trance. Debbie was
holding some sort of rubber strap. She hit him again. He gasped.

"The kitchen billy, breakfast, move it, let's get busy. No slacking for
you today. Here Robyn." She handed Robyn the quirt.

Billy's day was just getting started. The hem of his dress had not been
lowered. As he took a step Robyn smacked him, all the way into the
kitchen. The pantyhose were pulled so tightly across his bum each smack
was loud, painful, electric.

When he reached the kitchen she sat down, to watch, she hadn't pulled
down his hem. He was blushing deeply. His behind had red lines where
she had spanked him. He looked so cute standing there, the stockings
fastened with garters to the corset, his behind peeking through, shaped
and squeezed but bare, just those lines decorating it. His panties had
been pulled up so high, his behind was almost bare. Amy came in to see
how long before breakfast was ready. She saw the lines on his bum.

"Did you spank him?" she asked Robyn. Robyn nodded. "Shouldn't we pull
his dress down?"

"Mom said no," Robyn told her. "To spank him if he moves too slowly,
she is still annoyed he lied."

"Oh," Amy said thoughtfully, he had a cute bum she thought. She spanked
him with her hand, "get to work missy" she said.

Robyn was giggling. Billy was blushing, deeply. He tried to move faster
but the stockings and corset were sending overwhelming feelings through
him, when Amy spanked him he almost collapsed.

Debbie came in as billy was serving toast. "After lunch billy, I would
like you to cut our lawn. The push mower is in the garage, you don't
need gas it works with push power."

Cut the lawn? Like this? All those steps, with the stockings pulling
and tugging, the hot sun on him, they had a huge lawn. His heels were
so high, every step was going to be a torment.

"Robyn check on him now and then please, leave his dress up, if he is
working too slow, speed him up with the quirt."

Robyn grinned at billy. She took the quirt and waved it in the air
menacingly. Amy looked at it. "Where did you get that?"

"It was in the garage with some of the horse riding equipment they used
here in the past," Debbie told her.

Amy shivered this time, it looked like that would hurt, to be smacked
with the quirt. She looked at the stripes on his bum again. Yup, it
would hurt.

Later Billy was tugging the lawn mower out of the garage. Robyn came
over with a tiny piece of rope. He looked, wondering. She quickly
fastened the chain at his wrist to the handle of the lawn mower.
"There, off you go now," She gave him a couple smacks to get him going.
She walked along behind him, as he pushed the mower, swinging the strap
gently against his bum. The sensations became so strong again. Now he
was tied to the lawn mower, out in the open, his bum exposed, being
spanked with each step. He hadn't realized he stopped, the feelings,
the tugging the squeezing was just too much. Then he felt a poke, it
was between his cheeks. Right between. He gasped and jumped. Robyn had
turned the quirt around the handle slipped between his cheeks, she
pushed, "Come on, get moving."

He moaned. She pushed again, followed behind him, keeping the quirt
pressing between his cheeks, pushing. Wiggling. Occasionally she would
turn it around and smack him. At the end of a long row, when he was
turning to go back, she stopped him. Standing close, she pressed her
body against him, the quirt was behind him, and she smacked his bum.
His eyes opened wider. She kissed him, as he was kissing back, feeling
her soft lips again, her tongue playing with his, he felt another sharp
smack on his bum, and another. Nothing was easy. Pain, pleasure, reward
punishment, it was constant, how was he going to stand it all day. She
smelled so good, she was so soft, but had too, as he felt another sharp
smack on his bum. She stepped back, her eyes looked wild.

He continued cutting the lawn, she followed back to the house, at times
she was spanking him, but there were other times, when her hot hand was
on his bum, caressing. Moving across the slippery nylon. Rubbing where
his bum was red. As they arrived at the house, ready to turn for
another run, she pinched him. Hard. He wiggled. She kissed him again
and went into the house.

Billy was left in turmoil of feelings. Left to cut the large lawn.
Chained, corseted. Tied like a slave to the mower. Exposed. With each
and every step it hadn't changed, each step he took sent so many
feeling charging through him. Everything was so tight, the stockings
were unbelievable. They slid a bit on his pantyhose, then were tugged
up, then became alive as they massaged. He couldn't take his mind off
of it, between the stockings and the corset, the pantyhose that were
pulled up so high, tugged between his cheeks, he was reminded
constantly of what he was wearing. Between the locks binding him, and
the position his hands were kept in, he couldn't take off anything.
Just keep walking, pushing the mower in the hot sun, back and forth,
his high heels sinking into the lawn when he forgot to put all the
weight on his toes. He was overwhelmed again, it was just too much, he
came to a shuddering stop, and he wiggled and squirmed. His heels sank
in the lawn, he didn't notice. When he pulled himself together he tried
to take a step. But his heels were deeply in the lawn. He tried lifting
his foot out, but the hobble stopped him before he could raise it high
enough, his heel sank back into the lawn. He struggled, so far away
from the house, in the hot sun. He was quite stuck. His hands were tied
to the mower handle, he couldn't reach the ****s. He was trapped there,
until someone from the house came to check on him.

He heard a noise.

He looked around but didn't see anyone coming from the house. There it
was again, he heard voices.

What?

k**s playing somewhere. They were getting louder. He was in the open,
in the middle of the large lawn, stuck.

There were voices. They were getting closer.

He shivered and looked around. He really didn't want to be seen like
this.

"LOOK AT THAT GIRL!" he heard someone call out.

Oh No.

Two boys and a girl came out of the woods, they had sticks and had been
sword fighting with them. They walked up. Looked at the chains, the
rope, saw the girl was tied to the lawn mower.

"Are you playing a game too?" the girl asked him, swishing her sword in
the air. Billy nodded. He didn't know what to do. The boy pointed, I
can see her bum. He said laughing," The girl looked and noticed the red
stripes on the girls bum.

"What are those red lines?" she asked. She poked one with her stick,
billy felt it poke his bum.

He didn't answer. One of the boys said, "I bet she was spanked," The
other boy nodded and the girl giggled.

"Were you spanked?" she asked billy.

He nodded again, blushing deeply.

"Bad girl," one of the boys said and smacked him with is sword stick.

They all laughed.

Billy squirmed.

The other boy picked up his sword, smacked billy with it. "Yes, bad
girl," he said laughing.

The girl watched the two boys spanking the pretty girl who was
wiggling trying to get her bum away from the swinging sticks. She
wanted a turn too. It looked like fun. The girl couldn't get away. She
went in with them, between the three of them there was a constant flow
of sticks smacking poor billy that was wiggling and squirming madly.
His feet were stuck in the ground, and his hands tied to the handle,
with the tight corset, he was not moving too much so no one was
missing.

One of them looked up and saw in the distance someone was coming from
the house, they ran into the forest. Debbie arrived and had seen what
they were doing, she noticed billy was stuck in the grass, his heels
mired in deeply. As she walked behind him she saw how red his bum was.
She smiled. Now this was a punishment he was never going to forget.

She decided to add to this. She spoke loudly, expecting the mischievous
c***dren were not far away. "Billy, I am very annoyed with you, I told
you to cut the lawn and you are just loafing out here. I have a good
mind to spank you again." Looking around a bit she continued, "No
daughter of mine is going to get away with loafing," You can stay here
and think about what you did, I am going to get something to spank you
with, you definitely need a good spanking young lady."

Billy shuddered. No don't leave me alone here, he thought. Wait she
said daughter. She knew those evil c***dren close by, what they were
doing and what they would probably do again if she left.

If he spoke, they may notice he was not the pretty girl they thought he
was. It was such a trap, stand there and let them spank him or speak
and face the humiliation.

Debbie walked off, turning she added, "I will be back in a half an
hour, if you are still standing there loafing I am going to turn your
behind very red you mark my words."

Moments later she was gone, he waited, hoping that they were gone, that
they had not heard what Debbie had said. But then he heard whispers.

Billy was facing the away from the trees where the voices were coming
from, with his wrists tied to the mower he was stuck in place, the
tight corset prevented him from turning to the side, just as Debbie
intended, it really did keep his posture under control. He didn't hear
them as they quietly came up behind him. He jumped a bit when he felt
one of them poke his exposed bum with one of their stick swords. The
point was not sharp but the surprise of being poked startled him, then
his heart started to hammer again. He was poked again in a different
spot, like they were checking a roast to see if it was cooked, he was
prodded. Then a second stick started to poke. this one had a bit of a
point and he jumped again. He heard giggles. He tried to squirm and
evade them, but there was no hope of that, the corset really kept him
from turning at all.

One of the meaner boys brought his stick closer and stood beside him.
"You are a bad girl, I heard your mother scolding you," Billy looked
at him, his long eyelashes fluttered, he knew if he answered the boy,
they would know that it was not a girl standing there helplessly. So he
kept quiet. The boy raised his stick and smacked him. Billy bit his
lip. His stick was very narrow, about the size of a finger. It really
hurt. The other two kept poking him with their sticks, one of them had
moved off his cheeks and the stick was pushed between his cheeks.
Billy's eyes opened wide, he tried to pull away but the stick followed,
prodding. Whoever was pushing it giggled, "Look I speared her," he
heard. It was the other boy. He had the sharper stick. Billy squirmed
as much as he was able to, but that seemed to make things worse, he
felt the fabric tear a bit, the tip of the stick moved in farther.
Billy really did jump this time, arching his back as he tried to pull
away.

The girl told the boy to stop. "Why she is funny, look at her wiggle,"
he told her.

Billy thought at least the girl was nice, maybe she would save him from
the boys. She really wasn't nice though.

She stood up and went closer to billy. She spread his cheeks. "Look,
you made a hole in her pantyhose."

The boy just laughed and swung his sword in the air proudly.

There was a row of sunflower plants at the end of the lawn, just
beside where they were standing. The girl started giggling.

"What's up?" she was asked.

She went to the flowers, selected one, they hadn't grown that tall yet,
it was early in the season. She broke off the stem of the flower, it
was a clean break and a very solid stalk. "What are you doing with
that?" They asked her together.

Billy squirmed, he didn't like where he thought this was going. The one
boy smacked him again, a red line was left across his cheeks.

She whispered to the boys, they both started to laugh. The meanest one
took his thin sword and smacked billy again and again, very hard. That
got his attention. "Bend over," he was told. Billy resisted, he was
smacked again, and it really stung. He bent over. He really didn't want
to, but that darn thin branch was hurting much more than any other
spanking he had received so far. His bum was exposed, he knew if he
straightened up he would feel that branch across his bum again. The
girl approached quietly, the boys watched.

Debbie waited a half an hour and then made her way back to check on
billy. He was standing alone where she left him, still stuck in the
lawn. As she got closer though, she noticed something very odd. There
was a sunflower sticking out of his bum.

'What on Earth?' she thought.

Billy was blushing furiously. No wonder she thought. "Well you have
gotten yourself into quite the fix haven't you?"

Billy nodded. Debbie helped him tug his shoes out of the grass, "Walk
on your toes more so you don't stick in like that billy," she told him.
she said nothing about him being a flower vase though.

"Hurry and finish the lawn please, you still have the back and other
side to cut." They had a very large lawn, this was going to take some
time. He couldn't get over the fact that she was not addressing the
flower that was protruding out his cute little bum.

She didn't give him any more attention, leaving him there to continue
mowing the lawn she returned to the house. Billy was shocked. The
flower had a thick stem, the flower was not full grown, but it was
large and when he took a step, with his wiggle, the flower wiggled and
bounced. He stopped quickly. The flower bounced again, transferring all
that movement to the stem which disappeared between his cheeks. He
moaned. He took another step, the tight stockings still seeming so
alive on his legs, making each move he took a complex series of
feelings. Then the tight corset that was containing him, squeezing him
without mercy, would tug on the garters, sending more feelings through
him.

Now, with every tiny move he made, that flower, with the thick stem,
was tormenting him beyond his ability to contend with. It was all so
overwhelming, it was too much. The hot sun beat upon him, he was still
tied to the mower, no one was near, he had to finish the lawn, and
there was no recourse. But each step he took was so difficult. If
someone watched him they would see him twitching, jerking as he
shuffled along behind the mower, wiggling his behind, knowing he would
be punished even further if he was caught not doing so. Everything
worked to send feelings throughout him, the wiggling of his behind
moved the flower so much more, it wiggled as much as he did. He wanted
his dress to be pulled down, having his behind on display, knowing
people did go by was keeping him on the edge, every noise made him
shiver. He could feel the flower wiggling from side to side, sometimes
bouncing up and down, it must look quite the site.

It was hours later before he cut the last strip of grass, his breathing
was labored, he was struggling to stay composed. Now he had to push the
mower back to the house, hoping to be freed from it, but the flower was
so embarrassing, sticking out like that, bouncing, it was obvious where
the stem went. It was like he had a tail for darn sakes. If Robyn found
him, he knew he would be tormented more, she would tease him, play with
it, and wiggle it. She would not remove it though, he was sure of that.
Those darn k**s.

He rounded the corner to the front of the house, hoping Debbie would
find him first, she after all knew about the flower, she could remove
it, send him on his next chores, but with out more humiliation. He
looked by the garage. Her car was gone. She was called to work. Billy's
day was about to become very interesting, if he could only get that
darned flower out before Robyn saw him.

As he contemplated ways to remove the flower, with his hands bound in
front of him, he saw Robyn leaving the house, the quirt in her hand and
a big smile on her face. She hadn't seen the flower yet. "It is about
time you finished the grass. Amy wants her lunch now, she is
hungryyyyyy again she said. Mom had to go to work again, she is hoping
to be back by dinner but may be late." She grinned. "So I guess this
means I get to play with you for the rest of the day."

Billy was frozen in place, Robyn untied his wrists, still not noticing
what the bratty k**s had done to him. She took his leash and started to
pull him into the house. He followed, the flower wiggling in his bum,
the tight corset tugging on his stockings, he didn't know how much
longer he was going to be able to take all of these feelings. When they
got in the kitchen she dropped the leash, he knew it was time to make
their lunch, but she was watching. She was tapping her hand with the
quirt. "Would you like a spanking before you make lunch?" she asked
quietly.

This was going to be it billy thought, there was no way he was going to
get the flower out before she saw it. She grinned as she approached,
she knew he liked being spanked yesterday, she wasn't going to ask him
again, she was just going to see if she could get him to moan again.
She took his shoulder and gently turned him toward the kitchen counter,
looked down ready to give his exposed bum a few swats. The flower was
there, just sticking out, bouncing up and down, there were some vivid
red lines across his bum. Her mouth dropped open, she looked up at him.

"Billy! You must explain this," Robyn demanded, looking again at the
flower sticking out of his bum. The vivid red stripes covered his
behind, he had obviously been punished severely, but by who? Her mother?

Billy explained about the c***dren, how they spanked him until her
Mother appeared and then vanished, how they came back when she left and
spanked him more. He told her how they were poking his behind with their
sharp sticks and how one of them started to poke his stick between his
cheeks until he poked a hole into his pantyhose. That the girl, who he
thought was nice compared to the boys, then while laughing, poked the
flower stem into his behind, quite far in, and left it there. If her
Mother hadn't returned again, he would still be stuck out in the field
at their mercy, who knows what games they would have played.

Billy didn't turn to face Robyn, he stood facing the counter with his
bound hands holding onto the edge. He asked quietly, "Robyn, please take
it out."

Robyn thought for a moment. "Did Mom see the flower?"

"Uhm, yes."

"She didn't take it out obviously," Robyn pondered out loud. "Billy if
mom wanted the flower to be removed, she would have done so. I think she
has left it there to teach you a lesson. If I take it out, she may
punish me."

Billy thought for a moment. The vision of Robyn receiving a spanking was
a bit exciting for some reason, her taunt behind was beyond cute, her
jeans were painted on.

Robyn reached over and wiggled the flower a bit.

Billy gasped and jumped.

She giggled. "It bounces when you move."

"Yes I know. I wish you would take it out."

Robyn pulled on the flower a bit, it started to slide out, but then it
stopped, she noticed that the stem was stuck on his pantyhose, the hole
was large enough to let the stem in, but had sort of gripped it, maybe
some fibers were stuck into the stem. She tugged a bit more but it was
not coming out. So she let go, the flower slowly slid back in, on its
own, the pantyhose that she had pulled up so high on billy were very
tight, the elastic fibers pulled the flower back into his bum.

As the flower had slid out, the feeling made billy freeze, to have Robyn
pulling something out of his bum was such an odd feeling, but when she
let go and it slid back in his gasp was very audible. So Robyn did it
again watching his face. His eyes were closed.

She wiggled the flower again, he bent over a bit and his eyes opened
wider. "Robyn what are you doing?" he stammered.

Just then Amy came into the kitchen, wondering where lunch was, after
all, they had a maid now didn't they?

As she rounded the corner she saw Robyn standing by billy, she had
forgotten that her mom told them to leave billy's dress raised so his
bum showed all day, so they could spank him easier and more often. Today
was a day of punishment for the lie he had told.

Then Amy stopped, froze. Mouth dropped open. She saw the flower peeking
out between his cheeks, the ones the pantyhose were holding so tightly.
"Wha... Uhmm.... Hey, what is that?" she finally managed.

Robyn giggled. "Billy is trying flower power."

"Huh?" Amy answered, coming closer.

"When billy was cutting the lawn, some bratty c***dren caught him stuck
in the lawn so they spanked him with sticks." Robyn traced some of the
lines across billy's bum to show Amy. Billy felt the touch, it was so
electric, but demeaning too, to have his behind exposed like that,
unable to prevent someone from just touching it, as though it was their
right.

"But what about the flower?" Amy asked.

Robyn told her, watching as Amy came closer. She reached out and wiggled
the flower. "It is in his bum?" she asked in wonder.

Billy froze again, Amy was still wiggling the flower, he gripped the
counter. He couldn't turn, he couldn't reach back with his hands. If
they wanted to wiggle the flower, he couldn't do anything about it.

It was so degrading, and it was doing things to him.

Robyn just watched, she watched Amy explore the flower, she watched
billy squirm. Amy's fingers slid across the nylon covering the red welts
on his behind, lightly. He shivered. "Do they still hurt?" she asked
him.

"Yes," was all billy could manage in reply, she had not stopped wiggling
the flower, he was entering his trance again. What was she doing?

She tugged on the flower suddenly, pulling it out, quickly, she pulled
it out farther than Robyn had and much quicker, but she didn't have a
good grip on it, so when the nylon wouldn't stretch anymore the flower
was pulled out of her hand as it zipped back into his bum, but much
faster than when Robyn had done it. Billy lurched forward and gasped
loudly.

Amy was surprised, she took the flower in her hand again and gave it a
good tug, just as before it zoomed back into place. Billy moaned. Amy
was a determined girl. She hadn't realized that the stem of the flower
was not a perfectly shaped tube, it was bumpy, irregular, it thickened
at the part she couldn't see. The nylon had a very strong grip on it,
and the fibers of the pantyhose had imbedded themselves into the stem.
They were not going to release the flower. The bumpy stem, with the
thickened part, well they were just sliding in and out not to little
effect either.

Amy pulled it out again, more slowly this time, when it stopped she
tried pulling harder, The flower came out a tiny bit more but stopped
again. Then it slipped out of her hand and really charged back in. Billy
lurched over the counter, bent over the top. Amy moved forward and
gripped the flower again, but pushed it in a bit deeper before she
started to tug on it. When billy felt it move in deeper he yelped and
squirmed on the counter. Robyn stepped closer and raised her quirt, she
gave him a smack. "Hold still," she ordered. Wondering where this was
going to go.

Billy felt the stinging smack across his cheeks, just below the flower.
The timing was bad, it heightened the feelings he was having, the
feelings that were becoming out of control. The tight corset, was
pressing, it covered his front, but it gave a point of rubbing too, he
was trapped in the silky panties but it didn't mean that things didn't
move in them, and rub, and grow against the tight corset.

Each step he had taken in the back yard had been torture, he had rubbed,
in his silky prison, against the snug fitting corset. Rubbed and rubbed
with each step, with that darn flower wiggling. He had paused many
times, to regain control only to have it taken away with his next step.
He knew if a large wet spot appeared, it would be difficult to explain
how this was against his wishes. How could he be stimulated if he didn't
like it, it would cause everyone to wonder why he was stimulated, if he
didn't want to be dressed up. Forced to dress up. No that wouldn't do at
all, so he fought for control at all times.

But now, with Amy, that stem moving in and out, over and over, then
Robyn spanking him. control was becoming such a major issue, he was
rapidly losing it.

Amy twisted the flower, trying to unscrew it, that must be it, it must
be screwed in she thought. She turned it many times as she pulled it
out, the pantyhose twisting around the stem with each turn, tightening
their grip. Billy was really squirming she noticed. Then suddenly the
flower pulled out of her hand again, because she had twisted the fibers
so tightly, it didn't come as far out, she was surprised. So was poor
billy, when the flower screwed its way back into his bum.

He gasped, twitched. Robyn spanked him again, hard, over and over. Amy
gripped the flower and thought it may wiggle out, she pumped it in and
out a few times, to loosen its grip. Robyn continued to spank him, with
each smack he yelped and twitched, As Amy pumped he was grinding against
the counter he was bent over.

Neither girl was going to stop, both were absorbed in their task. Amy
was pulling it out farther and pushing it back in, getting ready to tug
it out. Robyn was just enjoying watching billy squirm. His tight little
bum was twitching.

Amy started to twist the flower again, pulling and turning it, twisting,
and it again, zoomed out. Well not so much zoomed as screwed its way
back in, quite deeply. Billy called out, "Ahhhhhh"

The feelings were too much, Robyn had placed her hand on the small of
his back so she was holding him down on the counter, Amy was literally
screwing his bum, he could put it no other way, he was tied and helpless
as she was bent on her task of removing the flower, Totally unaware of
what she was doing to billy. He was being spanked, the quirt leaving
little red marks on his lower cheeks. When the flower had broke free of
her grip the last time she snatched it up again, as she did, it moved in
a bit deeper, she figured wiggling more may loosen it, so that is what
she was now doing, wiggling it deeply in his bum.

Billy started to spasm.

It was just too much. His behind tightened, he was jerking about. Robyn
was still smacking him. Amy was still wiggling and he was lost in his
release. But they didn't stop. it kept going. Robyn finally told Amy,
"You better leave that in there, I don't think mom wanted us to take it
out."

"Oh," she replied letting the flower go, watching it zoom back in one
more time. "I don't think it will come out anyway," she said.

Billy's heart was hammering, Robyn was looking at him knowingly. She had
a coy little smile on her face. His blush started at his toes and went
to the top of his head. He turned his head, he was still bent over and
she still had her hand at the small of his back. She gave him another
slap with the quirt. "Ok billy, your rest is over, make our lunch
please."

Amy watched the flower bounce as billy stood up straight and started to
make sandwiches, he wiggled across the room to gather bread and then to
the refrigerator to get some cold cuts. The flower went from side to
side, or sometimes up and down, when he would changed directions, it
would circle. It never remained still, even when he was standing still
working, it seemed to be wiggling a bit.

He brought them a tray of sandwiches, standing beside the table, Robyn
reached over with a grin and wiggled the flower when he served Amy. He
jumped and clenched his cheeks together. She pushed it in a little, he
arched his back, she pulled it out slowly. Amy didn't see what she was
doing as billy put the tray on the table. "billy, would you do me a
favor?" Robyn asked.

Billy looked at her and she smiled sweetly. "My feet are very sore
today, could you give them a rub like you did for Mom last night?"

Billy curtsied. He was given a command, he had to do as she asked,
"Thank you billy," she told him pointing under the table. Billy knelt
down and crawled under. His flower was sticking out and wiggling. "Be
careful not to sit on your flower billy," she told him. Her feet
stretched out on to his lap, sliding up his nylons, toes wiggling. Her
feet were very cute billy thought, taking one into his hands to begin
massaging it. Amy used his leg as a foot rest as well, it just seemed so
convenient to have a soft foot rest, and his nylon covered legs did feel
nice as she rubbed her bare feet over them.

Robyn slipped her foot between his thighs, the one not being massaged by
him was wiggling its way up his legs until her toes, reaching their
goal, made billy bang his head against the table in surprise. She
stopped there, her toes had slipped beneath the snug fitting corset. Her
toes were wiggling against something that was growing. She was right!
Her toes felt wet now, squishy maybe. She rubbed more then slowly and
carefully pulled her foot out from beneath his dress. Slowly she raised
it, past the foot he was rubbing, billy was watching as her toes were
slowly being raised to his face. She was so mischievous, he saw that
they were shiny a bit, not just damp. He knew why, blushing deeply as
her toes brushed against his nose, then pressed in, rubbing, smearing.
She slid her toes slowly down over his lips then lowered it to his
thighs. Again she slid it up between his legs, sliding easily on his
pantyhose, slipping under both his dress and the tight corset. Her toes
were pressed in against the wet patch, and the other thing, that seemed
much harder now.

She grinned, and rubbed sensually, her foot became quite wet again as
she squeezed the dampness through the material. It clung to her toes.
Out came her foot, making its way back up to billy's face, he watched
again as her foot came closer and closer. The musky scent strong as her
toes spread over his nose, slowly rubbing, the moisture spreading to his
face, under his nose, down to his lips, she swirled her toes.

Billy continued to rub her foot, his face was getting quite wet now, he
couldn't raise his hands to wipe it off, he was holding her foot. He
jumped again, her foot was sliding between his legs once again.
Anticipation heightened his response, he was hypersensitive now. His
head banged on the table top again.

Amy, unaware of his sisters torments, finished her lunch and said she
was going to phone her friend about their day trip tomorrow, so off she
went, leaving the poor bound maid kneeling before Robyn, massaging her
foot while she tormented him with her other foot. It was on its way back
up, once again gleaming with its collection, having milked his panties,
kneading his throbbing member, it was back just under his nose. She
tapped lightly against his lips.

She tapped again.

He just knelt there, rubbing her foot.

"Open your mouth billy," she whispered.

He had no choice she tapped again. He opened his mouth and her toes
slipped in. They were covered in the dampness.

"Clean them off billy," She commanded.

He had no choice, his tongue probed, tasted, and cleaned off her wet
toes.

He was so embarrassed. So humbled.

She pulled her toes out, raised her foot just a bit. "The sole too
billy, lick the sole clean."

Long licks, lapping, cleaning, removing all the taste, all the dampness
from her foot, his dampness. Obeying meekly.

Robyn pulled her foot away, she stared out of the kitchen, dismissively
calling out. "Clean up in here billy."

Just as he finished sorting out the kitchen, they heard a car arrive in
the driveway. "Mom is home early," Amy called out happily.

Debbie entered the house, saw that the kitchen was spotless. The lawn
was trimmed, just smiled. I do like having you around billy, it is so
nice to have all the chores completed. We need to run you home now, I am
sure your chores at home are piling up, but I intend to ask your Mom if
you can make coming her a regular thing, maybe a couple of days a week.
I will discuss it with her later."

She offered billy no chance to consider this, she was just announcing
that she may obtain the use of him, not even like a servant, as they
would be paid but as something else.

Billy looked down. She smiled. "I see you still have your pretty
flower."

Amy entered the kitchen just then. "I tried to pull it out Mom, but it
is snagged on his pantyhose and they won't let it go, I really tried
too."

"Well we are taking him home now, or shortly, so maybe his Mom or Krissy
can get it out," Debbie told her.

Robyn piped up, "Mom don't forget we have to return the movies before
two or there will be late charges."

"Oh right, we don't want late charges again, we will drop them off first
then," Debbie said noticing the time was getting close.

"Okay girls, let's get busy, are you ready to go?"

"Yes," they chorused eager to go for a ride into town.

"Robyn, can you put Gingers bed in the back of the car?"

Robyn looked puzzled. "billy will not be able to sit down with his
flower, so the best way to transport him is in Gingers carrier, he can't
sit down after all."

Robyn grinned, ran off to get the pet cage. Billy was going to be caged
again, it made her tummy tingle thinking about that.

Billy's tummy was tingling too, being forced into the tiny cage again,
with chains on, but he was going to be sent home with the flower
sticking out of his bum, his sister was going to have a field day with
this he just knew it. He squirmed standing there, in the kitchen, bound,
with the tight corset squeezing him, the stockings still making his legs
tingle, helpless.

Amy took his leash and led him out of the house. Robyn had the carrier
in the car, the hatchback was still open. The little maid was helped
into the car with some careful pushing. Robyn pinched his bum to speed
him along, his dress was still raised exposing his behind. He backed
into the little cage, it was what he thought of it after being locked in
it so long. Robyn closed the door, he heard a click and peeked out to
see the big lock was again in the hasp.

He was locked in.

Wait, they were going into town first. Oh Noooooo.

The road was bumpy, billy was pushed against the back of the carrier,
his flower would hit the back wall and thrust in when he hit the plastic
wall, bum first. When he managed to pull away from the wall, his
pantyhose tugged the flower back out a bit. But then they would hit
another bump and he was thrust once again against the back plastic wall
of the carrier, the flower would slip back in deeper. It stem being
bumpy and with a thickened section, really caused sensations in his bum.
No one knew it, but he was being pumped on the rough road, in and out.

He couldn't do anything to prevent it, it was totally out of his
control. Corners were really bad, he would be tossed hard against the
wall, the flower would zoom in deeply, his pantyhose were so tight that
it would be tugged out, just as quickly when he slid the other way. In
and out. For twenty minutes.

Then they reached the paved smooth road into town. The ride was short
now, but billy could see out. He saw the stores, he saw cars, he saw
people walking on the sidewalks, if he could see them...

They parked, Robyn ran the movies to the drop box at the video rental
store, just making it time wise. Debbie said they had some extra time
and were in town, maybe they should get their new shoes she had promised
them last week, Both girls clapped, they were very happy.

Billy wasn't so happy.

The car pulled into the mall, Debbie was a fast driver it seemed, sharp
corners, lots of them, billy was slammed back and forth helplessly.

The mall!

They parked and everyone got out, well everyone except billy who was
really concerned he would be told to come along. But no, he was left,
not just left but no one said anything to him at all, they got out of
the car, locked the doors and went into the mall, leaving their pet
locked in its cage, locked in the car. At least they left some windows
open, a bit.

He scrunched down, hoped no one would see or look into the car, They
were not fast shoppers, billy started to doze off, then woke in panic.

He had not updated the website last night, of course he couldn't he was
locked in this cage last night, but his mother and Krissy, and maybe
even Debbie would be checking the site, see there was no update, what
would happen if they noticed that happened when he was not at home?

What would happen if his mother managed to figure out he created the
website?

She would then know, he wanted to be forced to dress as a girl, to be
forced to do all the family chores, to be spanked, to be chained up to
make the chores so much harder to do, but he had to do them, to be
spanked more because of those chains made him reveal his panties when he
raised his ams and he had to raise them to do the chores. that he wanted
all of that, what if she knew?

Would she then say, okay billy, you can be the household slave, if this
is what you want, we will dress you as a pretty girl all the time, teach
you to do your makeup, your hair, punish you if you do not do a good
job. You will do all of our chores, we will tie you up, we will spank
you just for the fun of it.... would she do that?

He groaned, he had to stop thinking of that, he had enough accidents
today.

Someone walked by the car, a boy and girl they were looking in, he
didn't move. He was not sure if they saw anything or not, they were not
very old, they called out to their father, but he just told them to
hurry up. Then he heard their father tell them it must be a dog.

But he looked back wondering.

Billy shivered, and it was hot.

The car doors opened, he froze. Oh phew it was them back, finally. The
hatch opened, new shoes were dumped in beside the cage, "Robyn hurry
up," Debbie called, leaving the hatch open, the cooler air swirled
around billy, Debbie got in the car, left the hatch open for Robyn to
toss her shoes in. billy was very visible now. He could see people, lots
of them.

Shoes were tossed in, bouncing off the cage and the hatch slammed shut,
Robyn got in the car, billy realized he was in the back with their old
shoes, they had their new ones on. Their old shoes, smelled too. No one
asked how he was, he was just stored with their old shoes, at least
their shoes weren't locked in a cage.

He was.

They went to the ice cream drive through, billy wasn't offered one, but
then how would he eat it. But wait, after leaving the drive through,
they pulled into a little park to eat their treats, the hatch back was
opened again, and the cage was unlocked. Robyn put a small dish of ice
cream in, just by his face which he had to keep pressed down to fit in
the carrier. She closed the door and locked it again, He heard the hatch
slam shut again. Did she ever close it slowly?

They were sitting at a picnic table, he licked his dish of ice cream, it
was nice, but his face was still covered with other things, so there was
an odd taste to it as well.

The hatch opened once again, his door was unlocked and Robyn removed the
dish, wiped his face with a scented wipe. It was her scent, so she must
be cleaning his face with the wipe she used first. His door was again
locked, the hatch slammed shut.

"Robyn!" Debbie exclaimed. "Be gentle, our car has to last a bit longer
yet."

They started home. Home was another twenty minutes down that bumpy road.

Billy had not thought of the return trip.

Or the corners race car Debbie took so violently, slamming him back and
forth through town.

The flower didn't forget though, it seemed as it plunged into his bum at
the first corner. The pantyhose remembered too as they tugged it back
out.

"Mom you are a crazy driver," Robyn said, grabbing on to the dashboard.

Debbie laughed, what do you mean, she turned the wheel back and forth
rapidly causing the car to twitch on the road, she did it for a minute
or so, they were all laughing it was like a ride at an amusement park.

Not for billy though, the rapid turns were slamming the flower in and
out at a fast rate, the back of the cage was banging his bum too, he was
sliding on the slippery plastic floor back and forth, the flower was
going in and out at the fastest rate yet.

he moaned.

oh no, not again. But the car wouldn't stop banging him. Repeatedly.

Even when he had another accident, he still had fifteen minutes of
banging to go, the car was not finished with him, the road was rough. He
was bumped and banged, the flower just kept on going.

He lost control again, just before they pulled into his long lane way.

At least the drive was smooth now. Sara and Krissy were standing out
front when they heard the car pull in ready to greet their neighbors.
Everyone got out, well except for billy, and hugged greetings.

"Where is billy?" Krissy asked looking around.

"Oh!" Debbie exclaimed opening the hatch back. The pet carrier filling
their view.

Krissy giggled. "He is in there?"

Debbie nodded. "That website said kneeling was great for his hip, but to
kneel folded up like that for a long time, well he will cheat won't he?"
Sara and Krissy nodded.

"So I thought, what if he couldn't get up? Remembered our old dogs pet
carrier and put two and two together. Tada, billy kneeling."

Robyn and Debbie lifted the carrier out of the hatchback and placed it
on the lawn. Everyone could see the chained maid kneeling in the tiny
cage, the tiny cage with the big lock.

"OH!" Sara said. "What a great idea, billy can sleep in it, which will
help his hip all night, and then during the day when we have no chores
for him, we can put him in there."

'What!' billy thought, locked in this carrier each night? Through the
day too? Locked away?

He still wasn't released, they were talking about their new shoes now,
he was dismissed, left kneeling locked in his cage at their feet.

Finally Robyn pulled out the key and gave it to Krissy. She bent down
and unlocked the door. Billy crawled out, there were two gasps, his
flower was revealed.

He stood. The flower wiggled, Krissy giggled.

Billy blushed. looked down, his chains jingled.

Krissy reached over and wiggled the flower.

Billy groaned.

She wiggled it more and tugged, it shot out of her hand and back into
his bum.

"See?" Amy called out. "It is stuck."

Krissy tugged it again, farther, it shot back in, she quickly realized
the pantyhose were gripping it. This didn't stop her from tugging it
repeatedly, as though she would get it out, each time it shot back in,
she knew what she was doing, billy was squirming, his cheeks tightening,
he moaned again.

"It really does seem stuck doesn't it. Billy you need changing too, why
don't you head in and I will clean you up and change you into something
pretty." She knew the something pretty would make billy blush, it did.

Billy started walking back to the house, he was wiggling with his tiny
steps. Sara noticed and commented, "Wow he finally has a good wiggle,
how did you manage that?"

Debbie told her about the corset, and how it was helping his bending,
but she said, "I think the flower is making him remember to wiggle, it
sort of wiggles as he goes becoming a constant reminder for him."

"Hmmmmmmm," Sara pondered thoughtfully.

Krissy couldn't wait to see billy in just the stockings and corset.
Debbie handed her two more pair of the stockings, White and beige. "She
threw these in with the corset, it was an amazing deal, they really do
compress his legs though, I think each step he takes makes them tingle
all over."

Krissy grinned, she was going to have such fun playing dress up with her
brother.

After their good-byes Krissy head up to find billy waiting in her room.
"Well we have to see if we can get this flower out billy, it really is
stuck."

Billy groaned. Krissy tugged it, knowing it was going to shoot back in,
she wiggled it, she pushed it in, she screwed it up and circled it,
billy was dancing on the spot as she tormented him pulling, pushing,
turning and wiggling the flower. She went on much longer than Amy, and
with much more movement. She even tried pushing it in and pulling it out
repeatedly, to see if she could get it to break free. Billy was moaning
and quivering, he even convulsed once, but she didn't stop.

"Well we are going to have to cut the pantyhose billy, I am not happy
about that. You should be more careful so things like this don't happen.
I think a spanking will be in order."

Be more careful? How could he be more careful he was chained up
helplessly all the time, anyone could do anything to his bum and he had
no way to stop them. All the stripes on it showed that.

She unlocked his chains, removed his apron and then the little black
dress, dropping them on the floor for him to wash later. He stood there
in the long corset his stockings and high heels which were still locked
on. He looked very cute she thought.

She found the corset to be very interesting with the cutaway for his
bum. The flower was still peeking out too. She almost didn't want to
take that out, she could see what it was doing to him.

The laces were a bit hard to untie but she managed, then the corset
slipped off easily, she unlocked his heels and told him to go shower.

He was so relieved having been worried she would undress him and
discover his accidents. He slipped off the heels and collapsed to the
floor in pain.

"What is the matter billy?" she asked very concerned. "Is it your hip?"

"My feet, they are so sore, I can't walk on them he said in obvious
pain.

"Where they sore before you took off your heels?"

"Not like this, they hurt, but I could walk, now I can't walk."

"Put your heels back on," Krissy said, "let's see what happens."

She helped him put the heels back on, the pain vanished.

He was very confused. "Why does taking them off make my feet hurt so
much?" he asked Krissy.

She thought for a moment. "Billy, you have been wearing very high heels
all the time, you even slept in them last night. Your legs and feet are
adapting to the heels, removing them is going to hurt now."

"You mean I have to wear high heels all the time or I won't be able to
walk?"

She nodded. "Here, let's try a lower heel to see what happens." She went
to her closet and took out a pair with a three inch heel. She removed
his shoes and slipped on the new ones. He stood, grimaced and sat down
quickly. Jumped up having forgotten the flower, which plunged in when he
sat on it, so when he stood it moved back out, but his feet were
cramping again so he knelt in pain.

"It is no good, they still hurt," he moaned.

Krissy was concerned, she removed his shoes again, Billy, you can't
shower with heels on, you will mess up the shower. So don't try to
stand, crawl into the bathroom, wash up and then we can get some high
heels on your feet again. Okay?"

Billy agreed, he tugged the shoes off his stockinged feet and crawled
out of her room, the flower peeking out of his behind, wiggling back and
forth like a doggies tail Krissy thought.

Billy removed the stockings and pantyhose, tugging the blasted flower
out of his bum carefully. He freed it from the pantyhose and threw it
out, hoping to never see anything like that again. Often you don't get
what you hope for though.

The shower felt magnificent. He rinsed out the panties, Robyn had pulled
them up so high on him they had settled tightly in his crack, shifting
to one side to let that girl poke the flower in. What a couple of days
he thought, it was nice to be home.

Krissy let him have a long shower, she knew he needed it, she opened the
bathroom door and slipped a fresh pair of panties and a pair of beige
pantyhose on the counter for him, she left a pretty summer dress too.
She grinned. He was not going to love it.

Billy finished up, it was hard to shower kneeling at the bottom of the
shower stall. He slipped out and still kneeling he dried himself off.
Then he saw Krissy had left him fresh clothing. He wondered what he was
going to have to wear now.

The panties and pantyhose were near the edge of the counter, so he just
took them and slipped them on. The panties were a bright pink with
lace, they were all lace, high cut so they would show lots of cheek. He
smiled and pulled them on, they were pretty. Carefully he pulled the
pantyhose up snugly. Then he looked for shoes, she had left none, so he
was going to have to crawl out again, great.

He looked for a dress or something, sure enough she left a dress. A
light summer dress, he had always liked it when she wore it, it had a
flared skirt that the wind often took, it was also just about the
girliest dress she had, It was almost the same colour as the panties.
There was some blue mixed in with the pink as a highlight color, a large
bow at the back and it was short. She had grown out of it, seems she
kept it though, he wondered why.

He slipped it on, wondering if it was going to cover his panties even
when he wasn't bending.

He crawled back into her room, she had him sit in a chair and fixed his
makeup and hair, Changing the style so he had some braids. She changed
the theme back to soft pinks, it suited his face more and seemed to make
him look younger. With the short summer dress he would look much
younger.

She had him kneel on the chair so he wouldn't have to stand and removed
the dress. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Corset," she said holding it up.

"Do I have to wear that again?"

"Yup." She grinned slipping it around him. She was pretty adapt at
putting the corset on him he noticed, tightening the laces a bit more
than Debbie had done. Then she slipped the dress back on, the bow
accented the tiny waist that the corset gave him.

He was told to sit back down and she got a pair of stockings. He felt
her pulling them up and as she fastened them he looked down, the white
stocking had a lacy top as well, and with the pink dress, he felt so
girly. He bit his pink lip watching. He picked that up from Robyn I bet,
Krissy thought.

The second stocking was fastened, it was time for shoes, finally billy
would be able to stand up.

Krissy slipped his foot into the boot. boot? he looked down but just saw
a flash of white. The boot felt different from the shoes he had worn so
far, maybe because it was a boot?

He heard a click, the boot was locked on, Krissy took his other white
stockinged foot and slid it into the other boot, tightened the laces and
locked it on. She was smiling her evil smile again billy thought.

"Okay princess stand up," she told him.

He shivered a bit, he knew she had gone to lengths to make him very
pretty, being called princess.. well it got to him.

He stood, she was helping him for some reason. he gasped, he saw the
girl in the long mirror staring at him, with pink pouty lips. Soft pink
highlights on her cheeks and beautiful eyes with matching highlights
that picked up the colors in her dress. Her blonde hair cascaded down
her back, center braids traveling the length. He saw her tug at the hem
of her short dress, it was so pretty, but the hem didn't come down
enough to cover her garters or her stocking tops. It looked like she was
wearing pantyhose too on her pretty legs, those white stockings though,
seemed so young, so girly. But then so was the dress. Krissy took the
girls hand and painted her nails, a matching pink color. It was
overwhelming, the change from the maid to the girl.

Then there were the shoes, that was where it seemed confusing, they were
not the shoes of a young girl. unless she was being punished. The girl
was being held up by her sister, because the shoes were so hard to stand
in, to walk in.

The heels towered, they were white boots, laced up, a tiny white padlock
fastened each boot to the girls foot. She was standing on her toes, like
a ballerina would. Maybe that was why those boots were called ballet
boots.

Billy took a step forward, on his toes, he felt the stockings grip his
legs, tug on the garters, like before. the tight corset gripping him.
all this concealed behind the ***********s dress. All this punishment
hidden away, unknown to any viewers who would only see a pretty girl
with odd shoes.

Krissy and billy were looking in the mirror, Krissy was watching billy,
who was looking at the ultra girly girl that was staring back at her.
Sara, just then walked in the room to see how her c***dren were making
out.

Krissy filled her in about billy not being able to walk without heels on
his feet, Sara had heard of similar situations before from people that
wore very high heels for long periods. She looked at the ballet boots
that billy had locked on his feet now. "Are your feet sore now billy?"
she asked concerned.

Billy was surprised, he actually hadn't thought about it, but his feet
were not sore. "Uhm, no Mom, actually they aren't."

"Perhaps because you have worn such high heels, your feet are accustomed
to shoes with a higher heel, without the high heel causes the pain. These
boots that you have on now should be very good for your hip, do you think
that you will be able to manage them? It looks like you will have to wear
high heels all the time now."

Billy liked the shoes, the heels were incredibly high, he was standing on
the tips of his toes, but his feet were supported. He liked the feeling
of having to wear them, walking may be something else though. "I will try
Mom," he said.

Sara smiled. "Oh good billy that is all we can ask right? I do want to
talk to you for a bit though."

Oh oh, thought billy.

"Your sister and I are doing everything we can to help you with your hip,
to avoid surgery that may not even help. I know some of it seems that it
may even be cruel, you do understand that we are only concerned for you
right?"

Billy assured her that he understood.

"Are you ok with us continuing as we are? Following suggestions from the
site and incorporating the things that we discover help as well?"

Billy liked some of the things they discovered, he really liked how he
didn't have to make the site rigid with its ideas, that they came up with
their own also, it was much more exciting. "Yes Mom, it seems to be
helping, my hip hasn't popped out since we started."

What was odd, was that billy really did have snapping hip syndrome, and
his hip had been popping out, and he had fallen a few times, it did hurt
too, but the strange part was, since being forced to wear the high heels,
it hadn't done it.

"Okay then billy, I have some more ideas I want to try, the site wasn't
updated today, but I am sure they can't update it every day, we will
watch for more ideas from them as well and continue with what we are
doing."

Billy was relieved, he was not sure where her talk was going to go.

"Billy, I want to sort of give you the day off today," she told him.
"Getting used to those shoes will be very difficult, maybe you could just
do what you want today, sit when they are too much, try to walk as much
as you can though, okay?"

"Sure Mom," he told her.

"Krissy, maybe you could just put a pair of manacles on his wrists today
then?"

It was a day off, but his shoes were still locked on, and his wrists were
to be cuffed. But he thought that was great.

Krissy picked the cuffs up from the pile of chains and locked them on
billy's wrists, the pink wrist bands on the cuffs matched the pink dress
she thought. She liked locking him up in his pretty dress. Then he
couldn't take it off. "Krissy, can you use the longer chain that was on
his ankles, he may need more movement in his wrists to be able to balance
in those heels."

Krissy changed the chains, locking the longer chain on billy's wrist,
looking into his pretty eyes. "There you go princess," she told him.

Sara smiled. "Princess? Oh he does look like a princess doesn't he?"

Billy looked in the mirror, he thought that he looked like a doll that
his sister was playing dress up with, and he loved it.

Sara watched billy take some steps, Krissy was holding his hand to help
him balance as he teetered across the room taking little steps. It didn't
take long before he seemed to have the hang of it and was managing on his
own, not gracefully, but managing.

"Billy, I want you to practice walking as much as you can today, but rest
too okay?"

"Do I have to get the mail and the paper today?" he asked.

"Yes, but that is the only chore you have. I would like you to try
walking on the treadmill a few times today though, you can set the speed
low and hold on to the bar for balance. That should give you lots of
practice in a safe environment, then later this afternoon you can get the
mail."

Billy started out of the room, taking a few steps, almost reaching the
door when his Mom called out. "billy, you are not wiggling, you were
wiggling so perfectly a little while ago."

"Sorry Mom," he called out, "I forgot."

That was odd, she thought, he wasn't forgetting a while ago, he was
walking then, with an exaggerated wiggle, just like the site recommended.

Billy slowly walked out of the room, he was free to do what he wanted
today, wow. The first thing he wanted to do was update the website, just
in case he was locked in that cage again. He needed to get a bit more
control back, everything was spinning so far out of his control. As he
made his way to his room, where his computer was, he thought about his
morning. The flower being thrust into his bum, pulled out, turned,
twisted, and poked in over and over again, he almost swooned thinking
about it, and he stopped and rested his head against his door frame. If
he wasn't careful he was going to have an accident again.

Krissy was walking out of her room and saw him leaning against his door.
"You okay princess?" she asked concerned.

He looked over. "Oh yes, I was just resting, I lost my balance for a
second."

"Well be sure to take small steps, we don't want to have to take you to
the hospital dressed like that," she winked.

Billy powered up his laptop and quickly proceeded to update the website.
Hopefully he thought, this would give him a chance to keep updating
rather than being locked up 24/7.

He realized he needed practice with these shoes and his mother's idea of
using their treadmill made a lot of sense, Sara had bought it when she
was on an exercise kick a few years back, it wasn't used much now but
worked great. It was down in the basement, so he made his way carefully
down the stairs. Holding the handrail as he descended, the chain binding
his wrists rattled against the banister. Being forced to walk on his toes
like this felt so odd. He as dressed as a young girl, much younger than
he was, with the white stockings and the ultra pretty dress, but the
boots changed the look considerably. He passed a mirror at the bottom of
the stairs and saw that pretty girl staring back at him again, his sister
had put on much more makeup than she ever wore. More than any young girl
would wear for certain. He would not recognize himself if you showed him
a picture, no one would in fact.

Billy pushed himself to walk for as long as he could at a very slow pace,
holding on to the handlebars to keep his balance, he found it was
becoming easier to walk more smoothly. Sara heard the treadmill going and
came down to see how he was doing. "Billy!" she called out. "You are
still not walking with a wiggle, you have to try to remember, and I don't
understand why you keep forgetting."

Billy hadn't heard her coming up behind him and quickly started to wiggle
his bum as he walked. "You know, it is a day off from chores, but it
doesn't mean you don't have to wiggle and curtsey for us billy, it also
doesn't mean I won't give you a spanking."

Billy gulped. "Yes Mom, I will try to remember." Shortly after he had
enough for now of the walking and took a drink outside to sit on the
patio to rest, he was surprised at his comfort going outside dressed this
way now, just a few days ago his heart hammered when he was outside
wearing pantyhose. Now he was dressed to the extreme and sitting in a
chair outside. It did make him tingle though.

Billy was finding his day off very relaxing after his past few days of
torment. But they were very exciting days too, and he was thinking of
some of the things that he had gone through, he thought of Robyn a lot
too.

Back on the treadmill again a while later for more practice, Billy was
becoming very smooth handling the ultra high heels, still not graceful,
if that was even possible, but he wasn't stumbling any longer. His mother
called down. "Billy, you best check the mail now please."

His heart did a little pitter. The long walk, totally exposed, standing
on the street, dressed this way, his heart started beating much faster
the more that he thought about it. He really hoped no one would go by, it
would be so hard to explain. What if someone drove by and just saw a
pretty girl that was almost helpless, even chained, and took her?

As he was leaving the house, for his long trek in these punishing boots,
his mother reminded him to walk with a wiggle, she would be watching, and
promised a punishment if she he did not. He debated forgetting on the way
back. She didn't specify what that punishment would be though, and he had
been caught by surprise often enough this past few days.

He wiggled carefully, leaving the sheltered area of the long drive the
hot sun found him as he left the trees. The bright sun made the pink
dress and white stockings brilliant. There would be no missing him if
anyone went by. He was a site, taking tiny steps, wiggling, the tiny
dress swishing back and forth over his bum, the corset holding him so
tightly.

No one did see him though, he made it to the mail box with no cars, which
was normal for them as they were so far from other homes. He was pulling
the mail out of the box when his luck failed. He heard a car. It stopped
of course, he froze.

"Billy," he heard called out, turning he smiled, Robyn was hanging out of
the car window, Debbie was waving and Amy was rolling her window down.
Phew. "We were just going up to your house, would you like a ride up?"
Robyn asked.

He had been on the treadmill a lot today, he felt his mother would not
freak if he accepted the ride instead of walking, besides it was his day
off, so he went to their car smiling. Robyn looked at him very intently.
"You are very pretty billy your dress is very cute," He blushed. In the
moment he had forgotten how he was dressed. Amy opened her door and
scrunched over so he could get in. His dress was so short it barely
covered him and his stocking tops were much below the hem of his dress
now. Amy felt the lace at the top of the stocking, her finger brushing
his pantyhose, sending tingles through him. "They are very pretty billy,"
she assured him.

"Uhm, thanks Amy," he said. She smiled at him, his soft pink lips were
very accented by the makeup, and Krissy had really applied a lot of
mascara to his lashes. They were very thick, his lashes fluttered.

The car only took moments to arrive at the house and as they piled out of
it, Robyn took his hand, to help him balance as he got out, she kept
holding it as they stood there watching Sara and Krissy come closer. Cars
didn't usually arrive every day, so it was a big deal when one did.

Krissy saw that Robyn and Billy were standing close together and holding
hands, she grinned. Robyn was very pretty, it would be nice if he had a
girlfriend here she thought.

"We found billy at the mail box and ran him back up, I hope you don't
mind?" Debbie started.

"No, of course not," Sara said smiling.

"I almost k**napped him," she continued. "Our house has never looked so
clean and the girls loved having him cook for us." She smiled.

"I am happy he helped," Sara told her. "We have found him to be very
helpful here too. So much more so since we started this program"

"Would it be possible to borrow him a couple days a week?" Debbie asked
hopefully.

"I think that would be a great idea, we don't have enough chores here to
keep him busy at all times, loaning him to help out at your place would
keep him busy full time, that would be much better for his hip," Sara
said nodding.

"Wonderful," Debbie said. "I know the girls would love that."

Krissy glanced at Robyn who caught her look and blushed. Oh my, Krissy
thought.

"Actually I was coming up to see you, I have a favor to ask," Debbie said
again to Sara. "Amy is off tomorrow for an overnight trip with some
friends and I have to go out of town too, could Robyn stay here while our
house is empty?"

"Of course she can, she can sleep in billy's bed, as he will be in that
carrier you left, so his bed will be empty," Sara told her.

Billy tensed up, he was going to be locked in the cage overnight, like a
pet. Robyn squeezed his hand then let go and stepped closer to him, her
hand slid under his short dress and across his behind playfully. Then she
pinched him hard and giggled quietly. Billy wanted to jump but held
still. He thought, two could play this game and his hand traveled over
her tight jeans, feeling the curves of her behind, slipping down to the
soft lower cheek he gave her a hard pinch, she jumped a bit. Krissy
glanced over and smiled.

"When do you have to leave tomorrow?" Sara asked Debbie.

"Early in the morning I am afraid," she answered.

"Well then, why doesn't Robyn just stay here now, she can spend tonight
with us too, that will make it easier for you and Amy to get ready
tomorrow morning and speed things up for you."

"Really? That would be great," Sara said. "Two nights won't be an
imposition?"

"No we would love to have her visit," Sara assured her. She was liking
her new neighbors, they were so friendly.

Billy was still rubbing his hand over her tight bum, really enjoying
doing so with everyone standing there unknowing what was going on, Robyn
was doing the same thing to him, both of them caressing each other, hands
sliding over soft curves, tight jeans, slippery pantyhose. Pinching,
feeling, grasping. They were being quite naughty.

"Krissy, if Robyn acts up, you have my permission to turn her over your
knee," Sara said looking at Krissy smiling. Robyn blushed deeply and
clutched billy's cheek. Billy looked at her surprised, Krissy looked at
Robyn too, seeing the blush.

"Oh I will," she said nodding "I have some clothes she can wear too, so
you don't have to run anything over. Now I will have two girls to play
dress-up with" she added with a smile that hinted of trouble to come for
Robyn.

"Oh do you have more cute outfits like billy is wearing?" Amy asked.

"Actually I do," Krissy told Amy. "Shall I make them twins?"

Amy giggled and nodded.

Sara looked at Robyn. "You do everything Sara and Krissy tell you to do
Robyn." Turning to Krissy. "I am not k**ding about giving her bum a smack
if she doesn't listen to you."

Billy pinched her just then, she gasped quietly, he looked at her, she
was in a deep blush again and very quiet, he suddenly knew. Whispering,
"You like to be spanked too, don't you?" he asked her.

She nodded slowly. He gave her a little smack while everyone was looking,
no one saw it but she felt it, deeply.

Debbie and Amy drove off leaving Robyn behind, Sara told her billy had
the day off but if she saw his panties to give him a smack and to try to
get him to wiggle when he walked as he seemed to forget a lot. Krissy
looked at the two of them standing side by side and started planning.

Sara had gone inside leaving the three of them behind. "How do you like
billy's makeup Robyn?" Krissy asked her.

"Oh he looks very cute," she nodded giggling a bit. "I love the soft pink
you used on his lips, it makes them look very pouty, very kissable," she
added.

Billy blushed, Krissy noticed. "OH! You two have kissed haven't you?" she
exclaimed.

Robyn blushed now too. "Show me," Krissy demanded.

Robyn leaned closer and her lips met billy's, they exchanged a soft kiss.
Krissy noticed how obedient Robyn was.

When they finished Robyn looked at as if awaiting another command. "Let's
go sit out back on the patio," Krissy said leading the way, Robyn and
Billy followed, she heard a giggle and then a loud slap. Turning she saw
that Robyn had just given billy a slap on his behind.

Robyn blushed being caught so covered with, "I saw his panties."

Krissy looked at billy. "Well one slap is not enough." She waited.

Robyn grinning, raised the hem of his dress and smacked his bum once
again while his sister watched on.

"Robyn, it is a punishment, if you don't give him a good smack he won't
learn anything. She walked over to them, leaning in she smacked Robyn's
tight behind very hard. Robyn squealed and turned red. "See? Like that,"
Krissy told her.

Robyn was breathing much harder, she raised billy's hem and gave him a
much harder swat.

"Closer, but still not quite right," Krissy said. Robyn looked at her
quietly. Krissy noticed the look. "Bend over so I can show you," Robyn
was told by Krissy. She put her hands on her knees bending her bum toward
Krissy. Krissy gave her a hard swat on one cheek, then the other, she
repeated them. Robyn's jeans were incredibly snug, every curve was
highlighted, and she saw her cheeks quiver when she smacked them. "Now
you try it," Krissy said pointing toward billy who was watching quietly.

Robyn was flushed, her bum was tingling, and she raised his hem again and
gave him a few very hard swats.

Krissy watched them. "I don't know Robyn, he didn't yelp or cry out, I
bet he can even give a harder smack than what you gave him."

"He can not," Robyn challenged.

"Show her billy, bend over again Robyn," Krissy commanded the two of
them.

Robyn bent over again, her legs tightly together, her taunt behind facing
billy. He grinned and smacked it very hard, Robyn yelped. "Give her ten
billy and then she can give you ten, I will bet hers will be much harder
after you give her ten," Krissy told her brother.

Billy needed no encouragement, it was an excuse to feel Robyn's tight ass
again, and he really liked that. Robyn looked back at him and wiggled her
behind invitingly, teasingly at him. He smacked it very hard, she mewed
at him. Krissy laughed.

He smacked her harder, his hand stayed on her bum after the smack,
sneaking a feel. She wiggled her bum. He swatted her once again, this
time she yelped a bit and bit her lip, he nailed her again and again, she
was grinding her bum in the air waiting for each smack. Krissy watched on
very interested.

When she had had her ten, both of them were breathing slowly, deeply.
Their eyes seemed glazed too. "Your turn billy," Robyn said quietly
taking a step toward him, her behind tingling, no stinging. She raised
his hem again and her first swat made billy's eyes pop wide open. He was
squirming and yelping by the time she reached ten.

"There is nothing like a competition to get things right," Krissy said
grinning. Both of them had behinds that were stinging now. She wondered
if they would be stinging for the next few days.

They continued on to the patio, Krissy sat down and then before the other
two did, asked Robyn if her bum was stinging. She rubbed it with both
hands, billy watched as her hands slid over her tight little curved bum.
"Well yes it is a bit," Robyn laughed.

"We should make billy kiss it better then," Krissy said grinning.

Robyn tuned to him, still rubbing her tender behind. "Yes billy, you
should kiss it better," she said feeling playful.

Billy looked at Robyn and then Krissy. "Do I have to?" he asked his
sister.

At first it was just a tease but now Krissy wanted him to do it, she
simply said, "Yes."

Robyn folded her arms. "I am waiting," she told billy who wanted to do
nothing else. He slid to his knees behind her, his face was inches away
from her crack where the tight jeans separated her cheeks so clearly. He
leaned forward and kissed her right cheek tenderly. Robyn watched over
her shoulder, it felt incredible having the power over him to make him
kneel behind her and kiss her ass. "Both cheeks billy," she told him
quietly.

Billy kissed her other cheek, a bit more slowly this time. Krissy
watched, she bet she could get this going more. "Did that make the sting
go away Robyn?" she asked.

Robyn shook her head, her soft curls bouncing around her face, she bit
her lip.

"billy, again, keep kissing until she is all better," Krissy instructed.
Robyn nodded and bent over a bit arching her back, her cheeks became even
more defined as her jeans tightened. Billy raised his hands to hold on to
her leg. "No hands billy," Krissy told him. Billy, dressed in the pretty
soft pink and blue dress, which wasn't covering his panties now, kneeling
behind Robyn with his wrists chained together, pressed his face against
her bum again, kissing soft kisses over all the spots he spanked moments
before. She wiggled her bum in his face and his nose slipped into her
crack, it filled with her scent as she bent over a bit more. He kissed
between her cheeks, a long slow kiss. Robyn stopped moving, Krissy just
watched. His nose was deep in her crack, no one was moving.

"All better Robyn?" Krissy asked, breaking the spell. Robyn looked back,
almost bent over, her back arched with billy kneeling there, face pressed
deep into her taunt ass. It was quite the scene Krissy thought. These two
may be fun to play with. Robyn nodded, not really wanting billy to stop,
but Krissy was watching and that made her tummy tingle. She slowly stood
up and looked at billy kneeling there, his dress was so cute she thought.
She reached down and took hold of billy's chin and raised it so he was
looking at her, chained hands resting on his thighs, his face was
flushed. Oh, maybe he liked that too, she thought.

She was standing very close to him, she let his chin go and looked around
the patio, billy's eyes dropped, looking straight ahead at the tight
crotch that was just inches in front of his face, the jeans had pulled in
there snugly too, he could see definition clearly, what was more
influential to him though, was how powerful her scent was right now, with
him so close.

"Those jeans are going to be hot today Robyn, would you like to put on a
cooler dress?" Krissy asked the pretty teenager standing before her
brother.

"One like billy's?" Robyn asked joking.

"Actually I have one almost the same as billy's dress, you could be
twins."

Robyn took in a sharp breath, she was k**ding, but she noticed Krissy
wasn't.

"Come on," Krissy said, turning Robyn around toward the house. "Billy can
wait here for the unveiling."

Robyn realized she didn't have much choice, Krissy seemed to be taking
command, but then Robyn thought, she had been told to obey Krissy, or she
could spank her. She shivered.

Billy got up and sat in a chair, the sun felt good and he was happy,
Robyn was just so cute and was going to be spending a few days here,
already he had kissed her, and her behind too. He wondered what she was
going to look like when Krissy brought her back. He was very excited. The
tight corset hid that though.

Krissy brought Robyn into her room, started going through her closet and
drawers, making little piles of clothing. Over her shoulder she told
Robyn she could strip down to get ready. Robyn didn't move. Krissy looked
up, noticing Robyn had not started. "Robyn?"

"Oh sorry, I just don't know about this, that dress looks very short."

"I didn't ask you if you liked it, I just told you to strip down, this
dress is no shorter than billy's, I think I will see how you make out
with some higher heels on too," Krissy teased.

"What? You are going to make me look exactly like billy?" Robyn asked,
her heart was beating faster.

"Yes, I think that would be so cute, I can play dress up with the two of
you, it will be fun."

"I suppose you are going to add chains to me as well?" Robyn said
defiantly.

"Well I hadn't thought of that, until now, but the answer to that is,
Yes!" grinned Krissy.

Robyn shivered again, Krissy noticed. She also noticed Robyn still hadn't
moved. "Are you looking for your first spanking already?"

"First? You are planning on spanking me often?" Robyn asked trying to be
more assertive.

Krissy smirked. "Uhh hmm. Actually I am."

Robyn bit her lip. She still hadn't moved.

Krissy stepped over to her, turned her around and pressed her shoulder
until she was bent over a bit. "Arch your back," Krissy said.

Robyn did, her tight jeans stretched, she felt the first swat sting her
right cheek, she yelped. Krissy gave her another on her left cheek. It
stung too. Krissy had her hand on Robyn's back keeping her bent over. She
gave her five more on each cheek and let the flushed girl stand. "When we
get outside, I want you to look billy in the eye then tell him you were
spanked and then look down at your feet. If you don't do that I will
spank you again in front of billy."

Krissy waited, to see how much control she had over her. Robyn nodded,
blushing deeply.

Krissy smiled. "Good girl, now change," she directed pointing to the
clothes on the bed.

She watched as Robyn slipped off her shoes, socks, jeans, she had to peal
them off, and her cami top. Her bra and panties matched, a cute flowered
set in a light pink with darker pink florets.

She looked at the dress there was a pair of tan pantyhose on top. There
was no need to ask if she had to put them on, it was a hot day, they
would be uncomfortable, the answer would be obvious though or they
wouldn't be in the pile. Carefully tugging the pantyhose up her legs,
wiggling to get them over her bum and blushing again when se saw Krissy
was watching.

She took the light summer dress, it was almost the reverse of billy's a
softer blue with pink accents, and slipped it over her head. She tugged
it down, but it didn't really go down very far, she had never worn such a
short dress. The skirt of the dress flared out, the wind would catch it
easily. Then she saw the black stockings. "I have to wear stockings as
well?" she asked.

"Billy is, and these are just like his, the ones with high compression,
you will be able to feel what he says he feels with them on."

Robyn slipped the stockings over her pantyhose, they really were tight
but slid on easily over her pantyhose, she saw a garter belt that was
also black, and It fit tightly around her slender waist. She fastened her
garters on her thighs and then stood, she twisted trying to fasten the
garters behind her, She wasn't having much luck when Krissy bent down and
helped her. Her fingers felt cool against Robyn's nylon covered legs, as
she stood she gave Robyn's bum a pat. "Don't you look sweat," Then she
snapped her garters across her lower bum. Robyn jumped, even offered a
bit of a yelp.

Robyn looked in the mirror, she did look hot she thought. The stocking
tops showed clearly below the hem of her short dress. Krissy pointed to a
pair of heels she had placed beside the bed.

"No Way!" Krissy said looking at a pair of black ballet boots, just like
billy's.

"Another spanking already?" Krissy asked.

Robyn gulped. She wasn't wearing jeans now, a spanking would hurt a lot
more.

She sort of wanted to try the shoes though, uhm boots. She saw there were
tiny locks on the bed too though, again just like billy's. She was
obviously going to have those boots locked on her feet. She tingled.

Krissy helped Robyn lace on the boots, then reached up quietly and took
one of the tiny locks. The lock clicked shut, she held out her hand,
Robyn picked up the other lock handing it to Krissy. That action seemed
to have a lot of meaning. The click of the lock fastening seemed very
loud.

Krissy went to her dresser, there were the chains that billy was not
wearing. She took the little collars they used for billy's ankle cuffs,
and the shorter chain that billy was not wearing. She locked one cuff
around Robyn' right wrist. The short chain rested in her lap, on the
black stockings. Robyn was looking at that chain when Krissy fastened the
other cuff. This too, seemed to have a stronger meaning.

Krissy helped Robyn stand, she took her chained hands and led her over to
her dresser, where she had a chair, the same chair billy sat in to have
his face made up. She quickly went to work. Using the same soft pinks,
applying makeup almost the same way she had done billy's face not that
long ago, she transformed Robyn into his twin, well almost.

Robyn watched quietly, it felt so odd to have Krissy putting so much
makeup on her, especially with her wrists bound in her lap. When Krissy
finished, she helped Robyn to her feet. She wobbled a bit so Krissy held
the chain between her wrists and led her out of her room, down the stairs
and out to the patio where billy was waiting, she led her all the way.
Robyn was taking short steps on her toes trying to keep up with Krissy
who was tugging her along by her cuffed wrists. Wow this was really hard
she thought. The stockings were squeezing her legs tightly, massaging
them, they made her legs tingle almost, with each step, and with each
move she was reminded that she was wearing stockings. How did billy stand
it? She wondered. They sort of felt good though, but odd. For a boy, it
would be a very strange feeling she thought.

Billy saw Krissy round the corner into the sheltered patio, leading a
beautiful young looking girl in an ultra short dress, with black
stockings, chained wrists? And those boots with the amazingly high heels!
OMG, billy almost had another accident watching. She was just so pretty.
Krissy led her right over to billy. "I should chain you two together, so
I know where you are," she teased. But neither of the pretty girls said
not do to that, they were both quite quiet.

Until Robyn stammered. "Billy I was spanked," and then she looked down
blushing. Billy's mouth dropped open.

Sara found them just then, noticing Robyn was twinned with billy. "What's
going on?" she asked looking confused.

"Robyn wanted to see what it was like for billy, to do chores and to
manage in those heels and even the shorter dress, she asked if I could
make her billy's twin," Krissy told Sara. Robyn just stood quietly, she
was not going to challenge Krissy. She was finding this to be exciting.

"Oh so she is going to do our chores today, on billy's day off?" Sara
teased.

"That's what she wanted," Krissy told her again grinning.

Robyn looked at the two of them this was so unexpected, the wind came
along and lifted her light dress high on her waist, Billy looked, and he
saw her panties under the pantyhose, framed by the garter and stockings.
Wow! He thought.

"Eeeeeeps" Robyn said, trying to smooth her dress down, but with her
wrists cuffed together with the short chain she could only hold down the
back. Krissy giggled and Robyn turned her back to billy. Another puff of
wind showed billy her cute little bum, also framed nicely by the
stockings and garters running across her cheeks to the stockings.

"Oh oh, you know, billy would be spanked if he showed his panties to
everyone like that," Krissy told her.

Robyn blushed. "It was not my fault, the wind lifted my dress."

"It doesn't matter, there is no excuse accepted for billy," Krissy told
her, she was teasing but wondered where it would go.

Sara was laughing. "That's right Robyn. If you wanted to see what billy
was going through, then you have to accept a spanking now. It is up to
you."

Robyn was wishing she could pull her dress down, the wind was holding it
up and she knew billy was just inches away, looking at her bum. It made
her tingle, but not as much as what Sara had just said. If Robyn accepted
the spanking now, then she knew she would be setting herself up to be
spanked all day long. Just as billy was.

"Billy stand up please," Krissy said.

Billy rose to his feet, standing beside Robyn, the same height, looking
so cute in almost matching dresses, their faces looked so similar too.
Just like Robyn, billy's dress flipped up in the wind. Krissy giggled.
"Oh both of them need spanking now Mom."

Robyn looked at billy and noticed his dress was blowing in the wind as
well. She wished she was going to be the one to spank him, then shivered
as she remembered they were still waiting for her decision.

Krissy came over and gave billy a few hard smacks then looked at Robyn.
She just quietly nodded. Krissy raised her hem and smacked her bum just
as hard as she had done billy's. Billy watched carefully. He saw her bum
get mashed in with each of Krissy's smacks. Sara laughed again at the
antics of the girls. "There you go Robyn now you will know at the end of
the day how billy feels, how dedicated he is to help cure his hip. Billy
is lucky to have a friend like you, one that wants to experience what he
is experiencing to understand him better. Your reward will be to have
billy give you a nice foot rub, I bet your feet will be very sore when
you take those boots off."

"Her bum may be sore too Mom," Krissy joked.

"Well maybe he can kiss that better then," Sara said laughing.

Billy's heart froze, he was sure it stopped beating. He also heard Robyn
gasp, then she turned to billy and smiled. Oh she wanted that too he
realized.

Krissy and Sara left the two 'twins' on the patio.

"You liked being spanked didn't you," Billy asked Robyn.

She nodded quietly. Her dress rose again, he grinned.

"What are you grinning at?" she asked, trying to be assertive.

"I can see your panties."

"So? You saw them a few minutes ago, quite closely too I may add."

Billy was not to be swayed by her attempted diversion. "Yes, but now I
get to spank you."

"Oh you do, do you?" Robyn said with not as much bravado.

"Bend over," he told her hopefully.

She surprised him, by doing just that.

Turning, with his heart in his mouth, glad he had the cuffs with the
longer chain on, it allowed him to get a much better back swing. She
wiggled her bum, waiting.

Billy looked at her cute behind wiggling, her panties barely covered half
of it, and he gave her a smack. She yelped a bit, but kept bent over. He
wondered how many he could give her. She gave him quite a few he
remembered.

He smacked again, her back arched and she made that mewing sound again.
Billy rubbed her bum a bit, sneaking a feel, getting ready to smack her
again.

"Hey," she called out as his hand rubbed over the edge of her panties,
she really couldn't stop him though.

He didn't stop either, he rubbed a bit more and then smacked her again.
"Quiet," he told her. "Or are you complaining?"

She remembered when she had asked him the same thing, oh oh.

"Uhm no, sorry, please continue." She wiggled her bum again, tantalizing
him.

Billy continued to smack her, alternating cheeks, hearing the occasional
yelp, then some soft moans. She didn't try to stand up, so he didn't
attempt to stop. He noticed her skin was turning pink, then almost red.
So he stopped and rubbed her bum again.

"Ok you can stand up," he finally told her, flushed.

He still had his hand on her bum as she straightened up. She was flushed
as well. He rubbed again grinning. "Sore?"

"A bit yes," she said, standing still as his hand still rubbed her bum.
"But then, tonight, you get to kiss it all better." She reminded him
smiling. "Now, how long do you intend to feel me up?"

He turned a dark red and dropped his hand. They walked back into the
house, holding hands as Robyn claimed to be more unsteady than Billy was.

When they went into the living room, both of them making loud clicks with
their heels, Krissy gave them a dirty look. "Shhhhh, I am trying to
read."

They of course couldn't help it and continued to click as they moved more
into the room. Krissy grumbled more. Billy stuck out his tongue. That did
it.

Krissy thought for a moment. "Well you need to stand, for practice. But I
don't want all that clicking disturbing me. What to do?" she pretended to
ponder.

"Be right back," she told them, running up to her room.

Moments later she was back, Robyn saw a flash of pink in her hand.

Krissy went to billy first and took the black choker that billy wore the
first day, fastened it to his neck carefully, the lock clicked shut.

Then she dangled another one, billy's pink collar. She put it about her
neck. The lock clicked shut. "Hey!" Robyn said reaching up and clutching
the collar.

"Hey nothing," Krissy told her. She took a tiny chain that was left over
and fastened it to her collar, she tugged her over to billy, she stumbled
in the ultra high heels. Krissy quickly, before either of them figured
out what she was about to do, clicked the other end of the chain shut on
billy's collar, they were connected. The chain was a bit short though, as
they looked into each others pretty eyes, their noses had to slip past
each other, there wasn't room to pull away. This meant their lips were
brushing.

Krissy laughed. "Sort of helpless aren't you both?" I bet I can make you
do anything now.

Robyn feeling billy's soft pink lips brushing hers told her, "No you
can't"

"Oh yes I can, kiss billy," she ordered.

Robyn played stubborn. "No way."

Krissy raised the hem of her dress and smacked her hard, kiss him," she
whispered. Robyn risisted more, she was swatted again, harder.

Robyn moaned, it was a hard smack, her eyes closed and she kissed him.
Billy kissed back.

"First one to stop gets spanked," Krissy said, and sat down again to
read.

She watched the two pretty girls, chained together, kissing with more and
more passion, both locked in chains, locked together too. But they were
quiet now. She read for quite a while.

"Ok that is enough," she told them, unlocking the chain and separating
them. She left the collars on though. Both were breathing hard and had
glazed eyes. Collars were handy to have for playthings.

Billy was very much enjoying his day off.

Krissy told them to sit on the couch and to be quiet, if they made noise
she would find chores for them to do, they both enjoyed some time off
their feet, so they sat quietly, pressed against each other. Both looking
so cute.

Krissy looked at her watch a while later, the afternoon seemed to have
zoomed by, the two girls were still sitting quietly. Very obedient she
thought.

"Billy, I know it is your day off, but would you like to make dinner with
Robyn as your helper?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Off you both go then," she told them. Billy stood and did a
curtsy. Krissy looked at Robyn expectantly, she blushed and did a curtsy
as well.

They both left the room, billy leading, Robyn following along behind him,
both clicking and mincing as they walked. "Robyn, you are not wiggling
your bum like billy is," Krissy called out to her.

Billy wished he could see, but he was leading, but he knew Robyn was
wiggling her bum now too, walking behind him.

They worked well in the kitchen, Robyn was distracting billy often though
as she stole a few kisses. Billy was feeling bold and when she was
working at a counter, he came up behind and play with her behind. She
wiggled it provocatively and pretend he should stop. "Billy you are
feeling me up again," she admonished.

He stopped, she turned and smiled, whispering, "It's okay billy, I sort
of like it." Billy grinned and reached up, cupping her behind and
rubbing, feeling the nylon covering her tight panties, over her tight
ass. It was a spectacular ass he thought.

They both served dinner to Sara and Krissy, Both were kept standing
beside the table, both looking so cute in their tiny dresses, hand folded
in front, chained.

After dinner they cleared the table and were allowed to eat themselves
before they washed up. Billy didn't take too longe before he was
caressing her bum again. She bent over the sink and allowed him free
reign for a few minutes. "You really like that don't you billy?" she
asked.

He blushed but nodded. "I like feeling your ass too," she grinned.

Then the family retired to the living room for the evening. Krissy met
them with sets of keys. "Your feet must be very sore. I think we best
take those shoes off for the rest of the night," she told them.

Robyn sat on a chair and Krissy removed the heels, Robyn sighed and
wiggled her stocking clad toes.

When Billy sat down, Krissy removed his shoes too, she reminded him he
would have to crawl as she was sure his feet would be very sore with no
heels on. She was right, he tried to put weight on is foot and couldn't.

"I believe that you owe Robyn a nice foot rub now billy, she did so well
today," Sara reminded billy.

He crawled over to her chair, he really wanted to do this, she watched,
his dress didn't cover his behind when he crawled, Krissy swatted it as
he went by. Robyn watched him crawl toward him, his tiny dress riding up
revealing his panties. She saw him flinch when Krissy smacked him, he
kept crawling toward her though, like a kitty she thought, even with a
collar as they both still had collars on. He knelt demurely before her,
taking her black stockinged foot into his hands gently, his wrists still
chained, kneeling on his stockinged foot, the white stockings making him
so princess like, she had heard Krissy call him princess a couple of
times and she saw how it made him squirm.

Her foot had been bound in that tight leather boot for a long time, they
were still damp, she could feel that, so could billy as he raised her
foot on to his lap and began to rub it carefully. He knew her foot would
be sore, he rubbed it with care. Her delicate foot was quite slippery
with the support stockings she was wearing sliding over her pantyhose,
they were also very damp. The smell they had the last time he rubbed
them, was much stronger now, mixed with the leather from the boots.

She rested her other foot on his leg, it was hot and he felt its softness
as she slid it slowly back and forth.

Krissy told Robin. "That is a lazy-boy reclining chair Robyn, just pull
the lever and it will slide back." She tried, but with her wrists still
bound she couldn't reach the handle. Billy caught a nice look at her bum
as she wiggled in the chair trying. "Billy can you do it for me?" she
asked.

He had to crawl over to the side of the chair, she peeked over watching
as he pulled the lever, the foot rest popped up and she stretched out.
"oh that is much better," she said, wiggling her toes happily. Even
sitting down she felt the stockings squeezing her legs, the constant
squeezing with each move she made today reminded her constantly she was
wearing stockings.

Billy crawled back to the front of the chair, now he was faced with
something different. as he knelt there, her long legs were entirely in
view, her feet were even with his face now too, and he raised his hands
and started to rub one foot again. He pretended to scrunch up his nose as
if her foot smelled bad.

Krissy noticed. "Billy!" she said admonishing him.

"What?" he said turning to look at her.

"I saw that, I am sure her feet don't smell bad at all, you shouldn't
tease you, and she went to extremes to see how things were for you
today."

"Well they smell," he said, looking at Robyn, teasing her.

"Oh they do, do they?" Robyn said wiggling her toes, she pushed one
closer to his nose. I should make you kiss them better just for that. Oh
and don't forget you have to kiss my bum better tonight too," She watched
him as her toes brushed his nose. She knew they did smell, but it didn't
seem a terrible smell. They were wet though.

He pulled his face away playfully, making another face.

Krissy came over and held up the tiny chain that she had used on their
collars earlier. "Let's fix you up billy," she said. She had that evil
look in her eyes again. Robyn saw it too.

Krissy fastened the tiny chain to billy's choker, Sara watched. she
clipped the other end to billy's cuffs, drawing them together tightly and
fastened to his collar, now his hands were almost locked in front of his
face. "Well that will teach you to tease billy," Sara told him as now to
rub her feet, they would be pressed into his face. Krissy was conniving.

Krissy left, winking at Robyn. Robyn grinned and stretched her feet out
again, now when billy took one in his hand, her foot was right in front
of his face, rubbing softly on it. He couldn't avoid it now, he smelled
it too, and with each breath he inhaled the musky smell of her foot
filled his nose, that foot kept brushing against his nose, teasing. The
soft nylon tickling his nose, leaving behind the dampness that was
clinging to it too.

He twisted a bit as he rubbed her foot, trying to avoid her pressing it
to his face, the smell was stronger now that it was so close. She wiggled
the toes on her other foot, he forgot she had two... those toes were
pressing against his pink lips. They smelled too, but now the dampness
was on his lips too. He stuck his tongue out, and tasted, salty.

She pressed her toes against his lips, he couldn't pull away from both
feet. He had toes rubbing his lips and toes on his forehead. They moved
all over, it was hard to rub her foot she was having more fun just
rubbing her feet all over his face.

"Kiss them better billy," She whispered.

"Nooo, they smell," he said again.

"Billy, that is enough," Sara scolded him. "Do as she asks."

Billy kissed her toes, his tongue peeked out and he tasted them too. He
kissed her sole, the damp foot pressing over his mouth. He kissed her
heel, left another trail of kissed up the sole, back to the toes. Robyn
sighed. "Don't forget you have to kiss my bum too billy," she teased.

He kissed her other foot, holding it pressed against his face, rubbing
and kissing, finally he stopped and just rubbed. "billy, they are not
better yet," she admonished.

Billy sighed, he started kissing her feet again. He kissed as much as he
rubbed. Krissy had an idea.

Billy's face was covered in her scent, after rubbing and kissing her feet
for a long time, she finally allowed him to stop. Krissy came over and
unlocked the chain at his neck, releasing his hands. Krissy unlocked
Robyns cuffs and took the collars and locked them to her ankles. She
fastened his collar to that short chain, now his collar was locked to her
feet which were tight against his face. She returned to her chair,
looking at her curious Mother. "That will teach him to complain and upset
company," she told her.

Sara laughed. "Indeed it will, a good lesson."

Billy knelt on the floor with his face locked to Robyn's cute little
feett. She wiggled them, so they were side by side, he couldn't evade
them, so both feet were pressed on his face, covering it. She made no
attempt to move. Krissy asked her about school, Sara became involved in
the conversation and they dismissed billy, who was spending the last of
his day off, with his face pressed into the soles of Robyn's damp feet,
chained there.

Her feet were soft, he was intoxicated with the smell, he rubbed lightly,
pretending to try to escape, and Robyn countered with movements to keep
her feet covering his face. They talked for an hour and a half with poor
billy chained to her feet.

Billy would get the odd glance between her feet as she would move them,
up her long legs, and see her smiling face as she looked down at him. She
felt him licking her soles often, it tickled, but she didn't let on. She
would rub her soles back and fort over his face, he was helpless to
resist.

Krissy wanted her nightly foot rub so she slipped her chair closer to
billy and Robyn, mostly to make it easier to talk to Robyn about school,
she didn't much like it and was very interested to find she may be
schooled with billy and Krissy as Sara was a teacher. She thought that
could be great fun, even wondered if billy would be wearing dresses to
school.

Krissy slipped her feet into billy's lap, he knew he had to rub them, but
he was still chained to Robyn's foot, so it seemed that was the way he
was going to give Krissy her foot rub, with Robyn's stocking clad feet
pressed tightly to his face, he was to rub Krissy's feet on his lap.

He was becoming overloaded again, the aroma from Robyn's feet was heady,
and it was stirring things in him.

it seemed hours later, and probably was, when Sara announce it was bed
time. Krissy unlocked the manacles from Robys feet, billy was freed from
her feet.

All the locks were removed, except for their collars, Krissy left them
on. Billy had to crawl upstairs, the pet carrier was in his room. He had
to change for bed too, and clean up.

He doubted the smell of Robyn's feet would wash away easily.

Robyn was sitting on his bed when he crawled in. "You really can't walk
now without wearing heels?" she asked him.

"No, my feet hurt too much when I put any weight on them now," he told
her.

Krissy came in with two nightgowns. "You may want to sleep with your
pantyhose on Robyn, we all do, the house gets very cold at night for some
reason."

Robyn thanked her for the nightgown. Billy was about to go into the
bathroom when Krissy stopped him. "don't forget you still have to kiss
Robyn's bum better," she teased, but waited.

Robyn blushed, Billy looked at her. Then Robyn said. "That's right billy.
I haven't forgotten."

Billy's heart was hammering again. He so wanted to do this, were they
teasing him?

"Maybe you could bend over the edge of the bed, then he could just crawl
over?" Krissy encouraged.

Robyn slipped off the bed, bent over the edge so she was lying on the bed
with her behind bent over the side, with her knees on the floor. Her
dress rose up completely, exposing all of her panties. Krissy grinned and
pointed, then left the room.

Billy crawled forward and reached up, sliding his hand over her bum.

"That is not kissing billy," she pointed out, wiggling at his touch.

He bent forward and kissed her left cheek, the one closest to him. It was
so soft. She felt his lips touch him, knew what he was doing and
shivered.

He kissed her right cheek, low down on the cheek. She wiggled a tiny bit.
He paused. "billy, you spanked me all over, I expect kisses all over."

He kissed her again, so soft, the nylon just covering her skin below her
panties, he kissed there too. He even licked once. She was not sure, she
thought he had. It felt wonderful to have him in her control like this,
kissing her behind. He did it for quite a while, his hands kept coming up
and rubbing softly too, but that felt amazing as well, so she didn't stop
him.

Sara called out from her room, breaking the spell. "billy are you ready
to be locked in your cage yet?'

He shivered now, locked in that tiny cage all night, it was not as much
fun as he thought it may be. It was just too tiny.

"No Mom, Mom do I have to?

"Yes billy," she called back. "Hurry up and get ready.

He sighed and crawled into the bathroom, washed up and changed into the
short nightgown. Wasn't anything long in this house?

When he crawled back into his room, Robyn had finished changing as well.
Krissy gave her an older night gown from when she was quite young. Robyn
looked like a k** in it, but her legs gleamed in her pantyhose, she had
not taken them off. Sara came into the room, waited for billy to back
into his cage. When he did she fastened the lock and it snapped shut. He
was locked in for the night, again. His last view of her was of her
tugging at the tiny padlock that was fastened to the pink collar, locked
around her neck.

"I really liked my foot rub billy," Robyn whispered, it seemed billy was
going to be allowed to sleep in the same room as her, in his cage of
course. Billy mumbled something. The cage was so tight. "Do my feet
really smell bad or were you teasing?" she asked again.

"I was teasing Robyn, I sort of like the smell of them," he told her
honestly.

She peeked down at the cage, noticing her runners were at the foot of the
bed, her socks that she wore over were bunched up in each shoe.

"You really like the smell?" she asked again thinking.

"I do," he whispered back.

She retrieved her socks, there was a small flap on the door of the cage,
so they could slip treats in. She slipped her socks in, they fell down by
billy's face. The flap closed, it couldn't be opened from the inside.

Billy peeked out of the cage, she was standing in front of it, and all he
could see were her stockinged feet. He could smell her feet again though,
quite strongly too. He thought that was odd until he noticed the socks
beside his face. "There you go billy, you can smell my feet all night
now," she giggled getting back in bed.

Billy did just that, he had no real choice, the socks were on the cage
floor, right in front of his face.

He wondered what tomorrow was going to bring, when they read all the
updates he made to the site, tomorrow was not going to be a day off for
him either, back to being the house slave, doing chores, being spanked he
suspected. Robyn would be here for the day too, no doubt adding to his
torment, and humiliation. He became excited again.

With the changes to the site though, things were about to spin wildly out
of his control, but in a good way too.


The lights were out, but they hadn't yet gone to sleep. Suddenly Robyn
said to him, in a quiet voice, "Are you sleeping yet?"

"No, it's hard to sleep in this cage, it is so tight, I can't get
comfortable because I can't really move at all. I mean at all."

She peeked over the edge of the bed. "You look cute in there though, it
is like you are my pet kitty."

He moaned a bit, her pet kitty with her socks in her pet kitty's face
even, filling his nose with her scent.

"Billy?"

"Yes?"

She giggled a bit. "You really felt me up a lot today."

"I noticed you felt my bum a lot too Robyn." he countered.

"Billy?"

Was she ever going to sleep? "Yes?"

"I liked it when you felt me up."

"Well I liked it too," he admitted sheepishly.

"Billy?"

OMG she was never going to sleep. "Yes?"

When your sister tied our collars together, she tugged at her collar
again as she remembered, it was still locked on tightly too. "It was very
hot for me."

Billy grinned. "It was hot for me too."

"When she spanked me and made me kiss you, and then she told me to not
stop kissing you or we would be punished, and we were chained together so
tightly, Billy?"

"Yes?"

"I almost had an accident like you did," she said quietly.

He thought about that for a while.

He heard her moving around quietly, her breathing had changed. Then he
heard her moan a bit and gasp. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

The bed was moving a bit, she didn't answer, but she was moaning a bit
more.

Then he heard her call out something, a bit louder, a moan?

"Robyn?"

"Just a minute," she hissed. She sounded funny.

"Oh God," he heard.

"What's the matter?" he called out quietly in a loud whisper.

"Oh billy."

"What?"

"You know that accident I was just talking about?"

"Yes."

Then there was a longer pause, he thought she may be crying.

"Billy I am so embarrassed." she said in a quiet voice.

"Why?"

"I was thinking about today, being chained together, being spanked, I
couldn't help myself, and then with you locked in that tiny cage beside
me, it was too much."

"Oh, uhm, okay, but were you crying?"

"He noticed the scent in the room had changed, it had changed a lot.

"Yes. Billy in the morning, what is your sister going to say when she
finds my panties."

"What is wrong with your panties?" he asked.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"Billy, they are soaking wet."

"Oh. Uhm." The smell in the room was much more pronounced now.

"Maybe you could clean them in the bathroom?"

"How do I explain how they got so wet? They won't dry over night, she
will know."

He thought for a bit.

"Billy?"

"Yes?"

"Billy I have a huge favor to ask you, it is huge."

"Okay."

"Billy if you do this for me, I will let you feel me up any time you
want."

"Anytime?"

"Yes Billy, and anywhere too."

"What do you mean anywhere?"

"Any part of me Billy. If you do me this huge favor. Please."

"What is the favor?" he wondered, asking, what could it be?

"Billy, I was thinking, I could tell your sister you were complaining,
and I couldn't sleep."

"Complaining?"

"Yes, about being in the tiny cage maybe?" she asked hopefully.

"But what does that do?" he asked her.

"Billy, last time you complained, what happened?"

He thought for a moment. "OMG you want to put your panties in my mouth
again?"

"Yes Billy. Please? I could say you were complaining, that is why my
socks are in your cage, I told you to put them in your mouth and you said
my feet smelled bad, so I put my panties in the cage and told you to put
them in your mouth or I would go tell your sister that you were
complaining, Please Billy, then she wouldn't find my wet panties in the
morning. You may get in trouble a bit for complaining. Or saying my feet
smelled bad. So you may be punished a bit, but Billy I will let you feel
me up anytime you want, I will just stand still and you can touch me
anywhere anytime you want, I won't move at all until you are finished.
Please?"

Billy liked the idea of being able to touch her anywhere. But he thought
about having her panties in his mouth too.

"Billy?"

"Oh all right," he said.

"Billy you are the BEST," she said, he heard her moving around, taking
her panties off he guessed, she was also using them to clean herself too,
they became much wetter.

The smell in the room became very strong, she pulled the sheet of
herself, and Billy knew what the smell was. He knew it was going to get
much stronger for him shortly too.

She got out of bed, he saw a flash of creamy thigh in the moonlight.

The flap on the door opened. "Here they come Billy," There was a plop
beside him. The panties fell to the cage floor beside the socks. The
smell in the cage became very musky, instantly, it was almost
overpowering, it really stirred him too.

"Uhm, maybe you should open the window," he said.

"I will, but Billy, you have to put them in your mouth right away, to
stop the smell," she told him in a hurried voice. She opened the window.

Billy moved his head, his lips brushed over the panties, they became wet
right away. Much wetter than his had been he thought. "Hurry Billy," she
told him again.

She peeked into the cage, just in time to see him open his mouth and pick
them up, he looked out of the cage at her, and he was close to the bars
so the panties that were dangling out of his mouth were hitting the door.
She poked her finger against them, poking them into his mouth. She worked
at them a few times, poking, until they disappeared into his mouth. She
wiped her finger on his nose. "Thank you Billy," she whispered.

The taste was incredibly strong, they were not wet, they were soaking
wet. He almost gagged, then the taste did something to him, he felt her
finger slip across his nose, the smell was going to stay there all night
now. He moved his tongue, found a puddle of something, it was slippery.
His tongue was quickly coated. His eyes opened wider.

She climbed back in to his bed. "Billy, I know you can't answer, but you
have to clean them for me."

He struggled, he hadn't thought of that when she asked, but he had to
clean them. His sister couldn't find them, not like this, they could be
wet, being in his mouth all night, but only wet, with his drool, not
other things.

"You will have to suck them Billy," she added.

She was quiet again, the smell in the room was fading, not for billy
though, it was still very strong for him.

She fell asleep, very contented.

Billy didn't, he was moving the panties around in his mouth, they were
tiny, but they sure held a lot. Each time he moved them his tongue would
encounter another puddle coating the material. He had to swallow those
puddles, and suck on them, to clean them. About an hour later she woke up
again.

"Billy?"

"Mmmmmfph?"

"Are you sucking on them?"

"Ymfs"

"Billy, I was thinking again. Those socks, you are going to be punished
if they are found there at the bottom of your cage."

"Mmfff?"

"I was thinking, maybe I could say you were still making noise with my
panties in your mouth, so I told you to put the socks in or I would wake
Krissy up."

He thought about that, it would work, but then he would have her panties
and socks in his mouth.

"Put them in billy," she whispered. "So you don't get punished."

He sighed, and put her two tiny ankle socks in his mouth too, realizing
they were inside out. More strong tastes hit him.

He was not going to sleep a wink he just knew it.

"Remember Billy, you can feel me anytime you want from now on, any part
of me."

"Mmmmphf"

She giggled and went back to sleep. He was thinking about the places he
was going to touch her, It was filling his thoughts, the taste too, was
making him very erect. He had to try to think of something else or he was
going to make a mess in his panties. But it was no use. The smells, the
tastes, so powerful, it was so hard to avoid thinking about it.

He didn't sleep at all.


The sun was peeking in their window, Robyn shook his cage. "Billy are you
up?"

"Mmmfph."

She giggled. "Billy did you clean them?" she asked hurriedly.

She was peeking in the door of the cage, his tongue poked around the
panties, there was no more taste, he nodded.

Robyn smiled. "Oh thank you Billy. But you have to keep them in your
mouth until someone lets you out, so they believe the story."

He nodded again, his mouth stuffed with her panties and socks. He hoped
someone was going to let him out soon, He was cramping and still unable
to move. The cage was too small.

Robyn went into the bathroom, she washed off a bit more, quite relieved
Krissy wasn't going to find her panties, she thought of Billy having to
suck on them all night, and they were so wet she knew how wet they were.
Then she smiled, he really got to taste her though. She liked that.

She met Krissy in the hall, they exchanged good mornings, Krissy gave
Robyn the key to the cage so Billy could use the washroom, shower and
then get dressed. Robyn wondered what Krissy would dress him in today,
then she shivered, she wondered what Krissy would dress her in too.

She went into their room, bent down and unlocked the cage. Billy crawled
out and looked around. "No one is here, you can spit them out now," she
told him.

Billy wondered if he really had to suck on them all night now as he
pulled the socks and panties out of his mouth. She was kneeling beside
him, he grinned and reached over with his hand, right between her legs
and rubbed. She gasped and lurched. "Billy!" she gasped.

"You said I could feel you anywhere anytime," he reminded her.

She nodded and just stayed still, she did promises that, he explored,
rubbing her, his fingers sliding back and forth over her pantyhose, she
had no panties on, his fingers slid in a bit. She shivered a lot more.
"Billy, if you keep doing that, I am going to have another accident," she
whispered to him.

"How come you still have pantyhose on, didn't they get wet too?" he
whispered in her ear, still rubbing slowly.

She moaned a bit. "Uhm, no, I pulled them down first, I left my panties
on because I didn't want your sheets to get wet Billy. Oh God."

He grinned as he rubbed more. "I can really feel you anywhere, anytime I
want and you will just hold still?"

She whispered yes, her head tilted back a tiny bit. "Billy, you better
stop."

"I can feel you anywhere anytime and you promised to hold still," he
reminded her. "Even if it makes you wet again," he grinned.

She bit her lip but held still, it was going to happen sooner than he
thought if he kept touching her there.

He slid his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, the silky
pantyhose covering her leg felt so nice. Her leg felt so nice. He was
about to feel her breasts, when he heard Krissy calling out. "Billy,
shower please I don't have all day."

He groaned, Robyn smiled and whispered, "later, I am yours you can feel
me later," then she stood up and walked out of the room, he could smell
her again though, he wondered if she knew. His fingers smelled of her as
well.

He crawled into the bathroom. He was glad Krissy removed the corset last
night, he didn't think sleeping in it would be very nice. He showered,
finished in the bathroom and crawled into her room. She was waiting.

A fresh pair of tan pantyhose were waiting, a pink thong, the white
stockings again, and the white ballet boots, and that corset. He groaned
but got dressed as she turned away. "Krissy? A thong? Really?"

"Yes, I get to pick, remember."

He felt it slip up into his crack, the pantyhose slid in as well, with no
panties to keep that from happening. His cheeks were divided now. She
helped him put the corset on, tugging his pantyhose up higher, so they
really tugged at his behind. After tying the laces she helped him with
the white stockings which slid on easily, tugging them and fastening them
to his garters she then helped with his ballet boots, the locks clicked
shut.

He stood there, his behind sticking out in the little circle that was on
the corset, the one allowing his bum to peek out. "I should leave you
like that today," she teased. "It would be easier to spank you."

"Krissy!"

She giggled. "Okay beg me to lend you a dress."

He looked at her, she was so humiliating sometimes. "Please lend me a
dress Krissy," he said.

"No," she told him.

He stood there, balancing in the ultra high heels, white stockings
fastened to the tight pink corset with his bum peeking out.

He sort of wanted to be forced to go out, wearing just this today,
knowing he would be spanked, a lot.

She went to her dresser and opened a drawer, she handed him a skirt, one
she hadn't worn for a very long while. A plaid skirt, a tiny one. Pink,
with blue and white lines. She handed him a white sweater top with short
puffy sleeves. It will be a bit cooler today, so you can wear the
sweater. He put both on, before she changed her mind, he loved the skirt.

When he was dressed, the skirt slid naturally into his tiny waist that
the corset gave him, he tugged it back down but it just went back up. His
behind peeked out. Even when standing perfectly still the bottom half of
his bum was showing beneath the short skirt.

Krissy pretended not to notice, she had him sit on her stool so she could
make him up. The stool was cold on his almost bare behind, the only thing
between the stool and him were his pantyhose. Robyn entered and smiled at
him in the mirror, he really looked so cute, she thought.

Krissy looked at her. "Okay, your turn. She pointed to another pile of
clothes on the bed, White stockings, beige pantyhose, another plaid skirt
and a pink sweater top. Her skirt was red with blue and white lines. It
was just as short though. When Robyn stood up, her bum was showing as
well, she also had a thong on. Billy thought she looked so hot. Robyn
blushed and tugged at the skirt again, but it would not sit any lower.

She made Robyn up as well, pointing to the chair making it clear she
should sit there. Robyn felt strange being told what to do, being dressed
by someone, having them choose what she was to wear.

She was given a pair of white sandals with a four inch heel, much easier
than the boots to walk in, but still she didn't wear much more than
tennis shoes normally, she thought she was dressed awfully sexy for just
being here, she looked like a poster girl found on a garage wall, so did
billy she thought.

They went downstairs, Sara had the notebook computer out and was reading
something, probably the website Billy thought.

Sara looked at him then Robyn. "Oh don't you both look cute," she said
smiling. They both still had collars locked on she noticed, Robyn had not
even asked that it be removed, the tiny lock bounced when she walked, so
she must be aware that it was still on her neck.

"The site has had a lot of updates billy," she told him, pointing to the
screen.

Robyn and Billy stood beside her, looking at the screen, she noticed that
both of them had cheeky cheeks peeking out from below their skirts. Well
that may work well for what the site said for Billy she thought.

The site recommended variation first. Chains some days, none other days,
changing how the chains were locked on, some days more freedom, some days
hardly any. Dresses, skirts, some long some short. Long ones should be
very snug, so they limited steps, like pencil skirts or what was called a
hobble skirt.

Corsets were recommended as they had proven to help posture, there were
collars that did that too, special posture collars, but again the site
recommended alternating everything so each day was something new.

Days of freedom in short skirts or dresses worked well, but the "patient"
should be watched and punished if they showed bad posture, as in bending.
Pantyhose must be worn at all times, the site was clear about that. Their
legs must be kept warm.

What became interesting is what made the "patient" more aware, more
focused on being careful to maintain a proper posture. To curtsey as this
was one of the best exercises, to wiggle when walking, which was
difficult to remember it seemed.

Things to remind them constantly to do these things had been
investigated. The site had many suggestions.

First, oddly enough, humiliation was key. This was clear from the start,
hence the short dresses, no one wants to expose their panties, it is
humiliating. That was how this part of the program worked, but taking it
further seemed to be successful. Keeping the patient constantly
humiliated offered more success.

That could be achieved in many ways, the site recommended, if there were
two ways to do something, always consider the one that would humiliate
the "patient" more.

The choice of clothing. Dresses or skirts that were more feminine. They
found that with test cases, some patients had been clothed in drab
dresses, some in more of a sissy dress and surprisingly enough the
"patients" in the more girly dresses took much more care in being careful
in following all the sites recommendations the patients in the drab
dresses not so much.

They also found that keeping the "patient" standing was best, but they
could not be watched at all times, so locking them to something for
periods worked well, so they were stuck standing. Not by the neck though
as injuries could occur. Wrists could be chained to banisters, door
knobs, backs of chairs, there were many possibilities. Just so they could
not sneak sitting down when not being watched.

Kneeling was also beneficial, but only when kneeling almost folded up.
With experimentation they discovered simple pet carriers could be used
for this. The patients could be stored when not in use in one of these
small cages. They went on to say though, this should be varied with being
chained standing or freedom, a rotation that was random worked best.

Sleeping freely or kept in a cage, to change it up. Experiment, to see
what people could come up with, they were taking suggestions. It was
again best not to keep them in these cages every night.

Spanking was humiliating. They encouraged everyone to freely spank the
patients, even if for no reason. A tingling behind lasted for a while and
reminded the "patient" to follow the rules.

There were a lot of letters received, saying how the "patients"
complained, that the program was too difficult, almost cruel. It was
true. This is how it was successful though. Patients that complained
bothered their helpers, their family members that were trying so hard to
make sure the patients hips would heal. So, complaints should not be
tolerated. Not at all, to feel free to cover their mouths with gags. This
was a good learning lesson. Some commercial gags available were quite
cruel and some were very humiliating, to choose those gags was most
beneficial. If commercial gags are not available it is suggested to pack
their mouths with something memorable, leaning again toward humiliation.
You can choose a clean cloth, but it is not nearly as effective as a
dirty sock or some other such garment. The patient soon learns not to
complain with such punishments.

Punishments were encouraged as they were a faster lesson in reminding
them to follow the program. To feel free to punish for no reason, it kept
the patient off balance. Punishments were not always spankings, demeaning
duties or being bound could also be punishing. When punishments were
spankings, those same specialty shops offered implements to aid with
this, rather than using bare hands, which hurt the punisher almost as
much. Walking around in a revealing skirt or dress, with red lines or a
red glow on a behind was another humiliating effective treatment. More so
if in public with a striped behind showing.

Walking with wiggles worked so well to strengthen the hip, but most
seemed to forget to do so, or would do it on and off. There was a lot of
research invested in this area, the site went on to say. It seemed that
this could be overcome by combining a humiliating experience with a
physical reminder.

When the patient had a tail that wiggled in their behinds as they moved
about, they received constant reminders to wiggle their behinds, the tail
also could be effective in preventing them from sitting down. It was also
extremely humiliating.

Some tails, they could be found at specialty shops, could deliver mild
electric shocks if the patient sat on them, they also had remote features
so the patient could be reminded at a distance they were not wiggling.
Vibrations could also be turned on at low settings that were great
physical reminders. They also found that plugs that could be inflated
worked, the humiliation experienced when someone else pumped it up was
very memorable.

Billy gasped.

So did Robyn.

There was a lot more though.

Doing chores can be done the easy way, dusting with a cloth, washing
dishes with a dishwasher the way most people would do these things, the
site encouraged people to find difficult ways to have the patients do
chores, find a way to bind them to make it harder, choose outfits that
made them feel silly, humiliated, or that would be revealing when
completing a chore, such as dusting. Set a chore up that they could not
complete without revealing their behinds as an example, but to punish
them when they did. Set up a chore to be completed and then bind them to
make it virtually impossible, then to punish them when it was not done.
This complex action created a mind set that was more receptive to
following instructions, to following the program. Tell them to clean the
kitchen by noon and then chain them to a banister in another room,
pretend to forget about them until the deadline is almost past or has
past. They soon realize that they are not in control at all. This is the
desired outcome. Punish them for no reason.

Being forced to wear lingerie with no dress or skirt caused intense
awareness. Little things like this should be explored to see what worked
best for the patients on an individual basis. Dusting the house in a
corset, stockings and heels with no dress is demeaning, it forces the
patient to show extreme care with posture, remarkable as it seems.

There had been a lot of research too, on having the patient wearing very
feminine dresses, shorter being better, with no restraints, moderate
heels, but on the high side. They found that the patients were very
careful when dressed this way and exhibited proper posture, remembered to
wiggle and curtsey. Adding silky camisoles and slips with lace seemed to
add to all of this. It become overwhelming, the patients showed
remarkable awareness. Research felt it was due to the humiliation factor.

They also determined that the patients should have no choices on what to
wear, all their clothes should be picked for them each day, even changing
their outfits frequently during a day could be beneficial, just look at
it as playing dress up with a doll.

Most patients felt less uneasy if they looked the part of a girl, meaning
hair styles and makeup that enhanced that look, they would be more
relaxed if they could pass as a girl. However, they should not be taught
how to apply makeup, or style their hair, again this should be done for
them. It removes a degree of control for them, keeping them off balance
making them more careful. This too is a part of the humiliation factor.


Robyn looked at Billy, reading the sites recommendations, the way she
expected Billy was going to be treated was making her tingle. He looked
so cute in the school skirt, she was embarrassed that she was dressed the
same, but he must be so much more so. Now it seemed that would be normal,
to embarrass him as often as possible. She really wanted to spend more
time here, but wait, billy was going to be loaned to them a couple days a
week, that could be so much fun she thought. Everyone was reading the
computer screen, she slid her hand over billy's behind, as he was bent
over reading the screen also, a lot of it was showing. She felt him
shiver as her hand glided over his cheeks. She gave him a loud swat. He
jumped, everyone looked. "He was bending over, I could see his bum," she
said.

Sara told him to be more careful then thanked Robyn. "Robyn feel free to
spank him as much as you can, it seems this is a part of his treatment,"
she encouraged. "Oh and you don't have to wait until you see his panties,
feel free to smack it anytime."

Krissy walked by and gave Robyn a smack, she also jumped. "I could see
your bum too," Krissy told her, watching Robyn blush. Sara giggled."Fair
is fair," she said.

Robyn rubbed her bum, she could feel it peeking below the short skirt, it
was no fair, she would be exposing it all day. She notice Krissy was
smiling as she watched, she came over and whispered so that only Robyn
could hear. "You may be spanked as much as billy today," Robyn blushed
deeper but didn't say anything. She could have asked for a longer skirt
or even her jeans, but she didn't.

"Billy we will have to go into town today, there is a shop there that may
have some of the items we need," Sara announced. "I was talking to the
owner a few minutes ago on the phone, it is a friend of Debbie's that
owns it."

Billy looked at her panicking a bit. "Like this?" he said motioning to
his outfit.

"Mm hmm," he heard her as she nodded.

"But this skirt is too short, my bum is always showing," he stammered.

"So is Robyn's," Sara started. "But you don't hear her complaining."

Robyn suddenly realized she was going into town today too, dressed like
this, with her bum peeking like some sort of hooker. She looked at Sara
and Krissy, realizing she had no choice. This was going to be very
embarrassing, were they going to spank her in public? Her thighs rubbed
together as she stood there shuffling on her high heels lost in thought
while squeezing her legs together.

Billy started to complain again, he really didn't want to go into town
like this, he knew they were planning on taking him into at lest one
shop, others were going to see him.

"Billy, one more complaint and we will gag you, look at the site, they
make it clear that you should be gagged when you complain. Maybe I should
find Robyn's panties from yesterday and use those?" Sara told him
sternly.

Robyn blushed, no not her panties she thought.

They debated billy's shoes for his trip into town, Sara felt the ballet
boots may attract too much attention, they would be suitable if they were
only going to the one specialty shop, but she felt while in town they
could visit some other stores.

Billy froze again, they were going to take him into other stores like
this? He squirmed. He didn't notice that Robyn was squirming a bit too.
Krissy agreed with her Mom, she felt maybe a pair of sandals may be
better, she had another pair with a four inch heel. Both Robyn and Billy
were wondering how they were going to pass unnoticed wearing the short
'school girl' skirts, skirts that didn't cover their behinds and the
white stockings that cried out 'Look At Me.' They both knew everyone that
caught a glimpse of them was going to do just that and for as long as
they could too.

Krissy went upstairs, shortly later she had the other pair of shoes and
the keys, so she swapped billy's boots with the shoes, and she locked
them on too. Robyn panicked and looked down, she hadn't thought of it at
the time, but sure enough, her shoes were locked on her feet too. Another
thing people were going to look at. OMG, her hand came up to her neck,
she had totally forgotten the pink collar that was locked on. She tugged
at the lock, no one had said anything about that either. She felt very
funny inside. Meek like.

Sara looked at everyone and announced. "Let's not waste any time, we can
have breakfast in town, it will be a nice treat."

Billy gulped.

Robyn gulped too.

They went off to the car, Robyn and Billy were holding hands, and Robyn
whispered in his ear. "Our collars are still locked on," Billy's hand
came up to his neck, feeling the tiny padlock holding his choker on. He
had forgotten. He looked at Robyn, with her pink collar locked on as
well, she was blushing. "At least they didn't put cuffs on us," he
whispered back.

Krissy turned and whispered to the pair. "I still may," she grinned at
the shocked pair and got in the car.

Billy opened the door for Robyn, who slipped in the seat gracefully, not
exposing more cheek than she already had, Billy was hoping to sneak a
peak. He got in beside her and was about to buckle his seatbelt when his
mother was pushing him. He looked and she had some water jugs. "Scoot
over billy" she told him as she put one jug on the floor and one on the
seat. Billy was pressed against Robyn now. Who had buckled her belt.
Their stocking clad legs were tight together, rubbing and sending little
electric charges into both of the excited teens.

Billy and Robyn looked down, saw the pair of legs beneath the short
skirts, the pantyhose and then the white stocking tops fastened with the
garters, billy's pink Robyn's white. It didn't escape their notice that
they looked like sex posters.

They bounced along the road together, billy had his hand on her thigh
rubbing her nylon encased leg slowly. As per her rule she just sat
quietly and let him feel what he wanted, she enjoyed this game quite a
bit. His hand would slip between her legs and slide up to the hem of her
skirt, feeling both thighs. She wondered how bold he may get. He flipped
her skirt up once and she immediately smoothed it back out. He saw her
tiny panties clearly though and a lot more thigh. She flipped his up, and
he did the same putting his skirt back in place.

Krissy coughed, Robyn looked up to see she was looking over the seat at
them grinning. Maybe I should cuff your wrists? Or maybe your collars
together again? She teased watching Robyn suddenly blush deeply.

Krissy went to a small restaurant they ate at once, the meals were priced
fairly, especially for breakfasts. It was a busy spot. Robyn noticed all
of the cars in the parking lot and shrank into the seat.

Sara parked, she and Krissy got out quickly, the girls in the back didn't
seem to be in a hurry though. Sara opened Robyn's door, come on girls she
teased. But then, that was the correct term for billy today, unless he
wanted everyone to know behind that pretty girl was really a boy. Nope.
He didn't want that at all.

The pair slipped out of the car, Robyn tugged her skirt down again, of
course it didn't move, a pair of cute little cheeks were showing below
her hem. Billy slipped out and did the same his cheeks were showing as
well. They started walking toward the restaurant, Billy started to take
Robyn's hand and she hissed quietly "Billy you are really going to get
people looking if we do that," Krissy giggled. When they went to their
booth, Krissy made sure to sit beside her Mother, so the two girls had to
sit together. Both were relieved to be seated, most of what they were
wearing was hidden by the table now.

"Oh look Mom, they have a buffet now," Krissy said happily.

Robyn and Billy looked, noooo, they didn't want to get up, go in that
line up with all of those people. It was Crowded. Sara told the waitress.
"four for the buffet please."

She told them they could go up whenever they were ready. Robyn thought
she may never be ready, but Krissy got up and tugged her collar. "Come on
Robyn" she told her. Robyn was blushing, she also knew she was giving
billy a good look as she got up. He even slid his hand over her bum,
unnoticed by Krissy and Sara, but his touch was felt by Robyn, was that
much of her bum showing? She wondered.

The four of them went to the buffet, and separated, there was a large
selection of items the buffet was huge and filled with people, you had to
push in to get to the counter. Robyn took a plate and slid into the line,
she was pressed against a pair of men that looked like they had trucking
rigs in the parking lot. As she was scooping some fried potatoes on her
plate she felt someone sliding their hands all over her bum. Not just a
casual feel but squeezing her cheeks. She continued to scoop her potatoes
hoping to move along and away from whoever was touching her. Then she
felt a hand siding over the front of her thigh and under her skirt, she
wiggled but the press of bodies was quite thick. It took a few moments
for her to escape, meanwhile she had received some pinches to remind her
how short her skirt was.

Billy hadn't expected anything like that, he was in a line, hoping to
grab something quickly and return to the table, he was scooping some
bacon on to his plate when his ass was grabbed, He froze, He couldn't say
anything his voice may give him away, the hand was rubbing, squeezing and
even pinched hard once. Then he felt a smack, he heard someone say 'slut
likes it.'

Robyn was looking in the line trying to see Billy, another hand slipped
on to her cheek below her hem, she moved but he followed her. 'What kind
of restaurant was this?' she wondered.

Billy was wondering that too, the person that was squeezing his ass was
starting to hurt, he was stuck bent over the counter someone was pressing
on his back. He squirmed more and managed to get away, even with his tray
and plate of bacon. He knew he needed to put more on his plate though, or
his mother would just send him back, she wouldn't be happy paying for a
meal that he didn't eat. He worked his way over to the section with eggs.
There was a chef cooking them to order, he looked and she asked sunny
side up dear? He smiled and nodded, she cracked two eggs on the griddle
and they started to sizzle. The crowd thickened too. He felt a quick feel
on his leg, he looked but there was no way to know who did that. Then
another brush on his behind, it felt like his skirt had been flipped up.
Then a girls voice. "told you it was a thong," followed by a smack. His
skirt had been left up, he was holding his tray if he let go with one
hand his drink would slide off, the crowd was too thick to put it on the
counter. Another hand started to feel his behind. Patting it lightly then
caressing. This was not good.

Robyn saw him and what was happening, she went over tugging his skirt
down and sliding beside him. "Oh look two," they heard, both tensed at
the same time, it seemed two was too tempting a target, both of them were
being groped. Billy's eggs were almost cooked. They had to wait a few
more moments. Robyn gasped once. "Owwww," she said trying to turn. Then
billy felt a sharp pinch, someone was taking great joy in pinching tender
flesh trying to get the girls to squirm more.

Krissy saved them, she walked by and noticed the two teens bent over the
counter being groped. She called out "There you are, come on we don't
have all day," Quickly the crowd around them dispersed, billy and robyn
meekly took their trays and went with Krissy to the table. Both were beet
red.

"Mom I need to use the washroom," Billy told Sara toward the end of the
meal showing her his food covered hands.

Sara looked at Robyn. "Would you like to as well?" Robyn nodded.

The waitress was just then walking by, Sara called to her. "Could you
show my girls where the washroom is?"

The waitress told her of course, waited for the two to get out of the
booth. She looked them over and with a grin she took both of the padlocks
at their collars in her hands and led them away. Both felt so humiliated
being led by their collars through the crowded restaurant, their bums
peeking as always, from below their short skirts. Billy noticed she
brought them both to the woman's restroom, but that made sense, he was
just not expecting it. They both went in, their waitress waited outside
the door for them.

When they finished they were led back to their tables the same way. Many
patrons were laughing out loud at them. Both were blushing furiously.

Sara settled up her bill and they went back to the car, then Sara decided
to walk to the shop, it was only a few blocks away. The girls had to keep
holding their skirts down as the wind was blowing with enough force to
flip them up. Their heels clicked on the sidewalks loudly, their legs
were gleaming with the white stockings, it was doubtful anyone in town
wasn't watching them.

The shop had a very large bay window out front, that you could walk
around on three sides to look at the display inside. There were blinds
covering it right now though, so they couldn't see what the theme of the
store was, Billy just knew Debbie had bought his corset here.

They all entered the shop, Sara was looking around for the owner, she had
talked to on the phone that morning, Robyn and Billy were standing
quietly, looking around the first room, there were corsets displayed on
manikins, nothing too out of the ordinary they both thought.

The owner came out when the bell mounted on the door tinkled. Sara
introduced herself.

"Oh you are the lady that called this morning," she said. "I am
Katherine, please call me Kathy. She looked at the three girls. "These
are your daughters?"

"Krissy is. This is my neighbor's daughter Robyn and beside her is
billy," Sara told her.

"Robyn? Are you Debbie's daughter?"

Robyn nodded. "Yes, do you know her?" she asked.

"Oh yes, we went to school together, we have been friends since we were
your age," Robyn was much more at ease now.

Kathy didn't greet billy, she turned to Sara. "I visited that website you
sent me the link to, it actually makes a good deal of sense and I think I
can help you out quite a bit."

"Oh that would be wonderful," Sara said happily. Billy was watching,
wondering why she hadn't said anything to him.

"So, you need quite a bit of specialized equipment from what I saw. Let's
go in the next room where we keep some of it."

They all went through the door into the next room of the shop. This room
was a bit different. There were still manikins, but what they modeled was
not corsets. "This is the room of gags," Kathy told them. "We have all
manner of gags in here," Billy looked at a female manikin that had a pink
ball stuffed in her mouth with a strap that went around her head. Most of
the models were just heads displaying the gags.

"May I demonstrate?" she asked Sara. She nodded, the site was clear that
this could help keep him from complaining, so it was one of the items on
the list.

"As you can see, we have many styles on display. Some are balls, some are
inflatable. Some are more specialized, also designed to humiliate as much
as keep them from talking when you wish silence.

Sara looked up, hearing the part about humiliate, the site encouraged
this to be a choice whenever possible. "Oh? Some are designed for
humiliation as well?" she asked.

"Yes, I read the sites information a few times, and thought this would be
of interest to you. We have a number of models that will do that. Shall I
put one on him as a demonstration?"

Sara nodded. "Oh yes, please do."

Kathy took billy's collar and tugged him over. He stood demurely by the
counter, Kathy opened a drawer and selected a gag. With her back to
everyone else, she was also concealing billy as she raised something to
his face. "Open up please," she told him. They could tell that she had
slipped a gag on billy and saw her fastening the straps behind his head,
there was a click as the lock closed.

Billy stood there, facing them all, looking mortified. They could see a
black strap covering his mouth, but that was all. They had no idea what
was now in his mouth, filling it.

Billy felt the rubber gag invading his mouth, he was surprised at how
quickly she locked it on. his hand came up to feel the mouth piece, the
strap covering his mouth, holding in the gag, his mouth held open, around
the intrusion, he tugged but it was stuck, his tongue felt around the
gag, it was in his mouth more than he thought it would be, quite a bit
more. His tongue felt the tip, quickly sliding along a shaft. Wait. A
shaft? His eyes opened wide as he closed his mouth around the gag,
discovering it was penis shaped.

"Can you talk billy?" Krissy asked.

He tried, he wanted to tell them to take it out, but all he could do was
mumble. This was so humiliating, he wanted this out of his mouth right
away.

"Wow, that is very effective," Sara commented.

"We have balls too," Kathy said. "She looked at Robyn. Can you help me
Robyn to show them?"

Robyn felt at ease, this was a friend of her mothers, so she nodded
stepping forward. Kathy took another gag out of the drawer, it was a pink
ball, it was slipped in Robyn's mouth and the strap fastened behind her
head, there was a click. Robyn froze, hey, this was locked on now?

She looked quite cute with the pink ball in her mouth and the panicked
look in her eyes was very becoming Krissy thought.

Robyn's hand came up, she felt the ball holding her mouth open. She
tugged on it as well, she tried talking and it was also muffled.

Kathy then ignored the two teenagers, continuing on to point out
different designs and how they worked. Sara and Krissy followed along not
worried about the now silent girls. Krissy wondered what billy's gag was,
as she hadn't seen it.

Billy still looked uncomfortable with it. What ever it was.

Sara was talking quietly with Kathy who was making recommendations.

Then she announced that they should move to the next room. Billy and
Robyn seemed surprised that the gags had not been removed, they mewed a
bit, but not one noticed it seemed. Both of them followed along, their
tiny skirts still showing so much cheek.

The items in this room confused billy at first, most were hidden in
drawers. There were no manikins. Kathy started. "We will start with the
most humiliating device first, I can send you home with some other models
for you to try later."

Sara nodded, billy didn't know what they were talking about.

His collar was tugged again as Kathy pulled him over. She bent him over a
counter, that wasn't a counter, billy noticed this as he was cradled in
it, and his skirt was really raised now as his bum was completely
exposed. He mumbled into the penis that filled his mouth, it was so
embarrassing. He squirmed and then felt a very strong slap on his behind.
"Be still," Kathy told him.

That was more humiliating, being spanked just then by her. She tugged
something out of a drawer, billy couldn't see it, but Robyn did and her
eyes were as big as saucers.

"So the best thing to do, is to make a tiny cut in the gusset of the
pantyhose so we can slip this in," she told them all. A tiny pair of
scissors was used to do just that. Billy felt pressure as Kathy pulled
and tugged between his cheeks making the tiny hole in the gusset of the
pantyhose, Billy thought it odd, why was she doing that? Then he jumped a
bit as the scissors tapped his rosebud. 'Hey why was she cutting a hole
there?' billy thought.

We have some decent lubes for these devices, there are some though that
can be used in conjunction with punishments. This one I am applying now
is a mentholated one, it will cause a lot of tingling that will be
uncomfortable. Billy again thought, 'What?'

He felt some pressure, then something was poking him, it slipped beside
his thong and worked its way in, it was burning a bit too, it was pushed
harder, it started to slip in more. Wait, what was slipping in and why
was it becoming larger. The device entering him was tapered, it was
indeed getting larger, it was quite long too, then it popped in, she
stopped pushing at this point. What ever it was, it seemed to be lodged
in firmly.

She told him to stand up now, as he did her heard giggles, then he felt
something very strange in his butt.

Something was moving.

Billy noticed the mirror, he saw the pretty blonde girl in the pink plaid
school girl skirt standing there, with her high heels, white stockings
and that gag in her mouth, but now, peeking out from her bum and curved
up around her skirt, was a pink plastic tail.

"This model is one of our higher end units, it has a feature that I think
is well suited for you," Kathy started to tell them. As you can see the
tail protrudes out a good deal and is curved up. This design causes it to
move freely with each step taken, it will wag. What becomes more
interesting, is that each movement the tail makes is amplified inside due
to some liquid metal compounds inside the plug. So when the tail wags,
the part inside doesn't just wiggle it moves around considerably, it
almost feels alive. Further, the tail will keep the wearer from sitting
as if it is touched it inflates the bulb inside, increasing its size a
lot more. Sitting or bumping into it will instantly cause the bulb to
inflate. If it is pressed harder, as in bumping it or sitting on it, it
delivers a shock that will make the wearer very uncomfortable.

Robyn was looking on amazed, Krissy was smiling, and Sara seemed very
interested. "Do you think it will remind him to wiggle more when he
walks?" she asked.

"I am quite sure it will," Kathy answered.

Billy turned to look at them, he wanted it out and right now, it felt so
odd, but as he turned it wiggled, and boy did it move around inside. He
mewed into the gag and twitched, which caused the tail to wiggle more,
making him jump. Each movement made the tail wiggle, and each wiggle was
transmitted inside, he was in constant motion now, twitching, jumping and
jerking. Kathy told them that there was a period of adjustment as it was
difficult to get used to.

She suggested they head to the next room, Billy looked on in shock, and
this was to be left in?

As they followed Kathy, Krissy came up behind him and grasped the tail
firmly, Billy jumped arching his back, and a fairly strong shock had just
been issued from the plug. Krissy wiggled the tail "let's go billy, you
will keep them waiting, I want to see what is in this room."

Billy moaned. He was drooling, it was dripping out of his mouth.

Kathy smacked his bum hard. "You will make a mess if you keep drooling,
suck on your gag and you won't drool."

Billy looked at her in shock, he was not going to suck on that, but then
if he drooled he would be spanked, so he was resigned to the fact that he
was now going to have to suck on that thing in his mouth, all the time.

They entered, on the walls were a series of straps, crops, paddles and
assorted whips. Kathy picked up a larger broad strap of leather. "I would
suggest this one along with a crop for now, maybe some of the others
later on. The strap presents a different impact than the crop which is
much narrower. The strap is good for longer punishments, it sneaks up so
to speak as it turns the behind red. May I demonstrate?" she asked Sara.

Sara nodded, looking at billy who was almost trembling, that cute little
tail peeking out from his bum and curving up behind his skirt, it was
hard to miss. Kathy lifted his skirt, exposing his behind. The strap
whooshed through the air and the smack was very loud. Billy yelped but it
was muffled. A large red patch appeared on his bum, just below the tail.
Then she picked up the crop and looked at Robyn. She mumbled in her
little pink ball gag, noooo but it came out mmmmfph. Kathy lifted her
skirt and the crop zipped through the air, striking her in the same spot
as billy had been, her lower cheeks where they were tenderer, she jumped
forward and mmmmfphed into her gag as well, a bright red line appeared
across her behind. The crop had a tiny flat area at the tip, the red mark
duplicated this tip.

"You can see the difference between them this way," she told them.

Robyn's eyes were very wide open her skirt was still raised, she was
wondering if she was about to receive another smack with the crop.

"All these items you have shown me are a bit pricey," Sara started. "I
know they will help billy, but I am not sure how we will afford them."

Kathy looked at her. "Well I do need some help at the shop, perhaps billy
can work here a couple days a week? He could clean up and would be
helpful when I demonstrate products, he could even model items in our
window display for us. Billy shivered, to be kept here in this house of
horrors, allowing her to tie him up and whip him so people could see how
a whip worked? It was too much to contemplate.

Sara looked at her. "That would be amazing, you would really be willing
to do this?"

What? Billy looked at her, she was serious?

"Of course, I have a question, are you and Krissy in a hurry to go home?"

"Well no, we were planning on doing some shopping," Sara told her.

"Excellent, why don't you leave Robyn and billy here, I think if I put
them in my window display customers would be lined up down the street."

Now Robyn shivered.

Sara smiled. "Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea," Robyn and billy
heard her say.

Kathy packaged up some of the articles she and Sara had looked at, then
told them to have fun and maybe pick the teenagers up later that day.
Sara agreed, she and Krissy left.

Robyn looked at billy and then at her mothers friend. She was very unsure
at what was about to happen, interested but unsure.

Kathy led them to her large window, helping them step up into it, she had
to open the door first, there was a manikin there with some items on, she
removed it. "Your collars will help greatly for what I have in mind," she
told them. "Maybe it will be some fun for you both too."

She clipped a short chain on Robyn's collar, the other end was fastened
to billy's, they were joined just as Krissy had done yesterday. But with
the gags in their mouths, there was not going to be any kissing it
seemed. All they could do was stare into each others eyes.

A bench was between them so they were both bent over slightly, well quite
a bit in fact. Their hands were placed on something in the center of the
bench and cuffed in place. This was enough to hold them in the center of
the window display. Billy's tail was still protruding out his bum. Both
their skirts had risen up considerably, they were both showing a lot of
cheeky behind.

Kathy rolled up two units behind each of the awaiting teens. "You know,
wearing skirts this short is just asking for this sort of treatment," she
told them.

Treatment? They both wondered.

Billy saw a name stamped on the side of the device positioned behind
Robyn. It said, robospanker.

Robyn didn't see the name on the box that Kathy rolled up behind Billy,
she suspected there was one behind her as well but with her collar chained
to Billy's, she just couldn't turn her head to see. Kathy took a few
minutes working on each box, she really wondered what they were. Then she
came back to the 'school girls' who were bent over the bench in a most
precarious position.

"Robyn, would you like me to take that ball gag out of your mouth now?"
Kathy asked the pretty teen.

Robyn nodded her head quite quickly.

"With every action there is a consequence," she started. "If I take the
gag out, I will send it home with you, you will have to tell your mother
that she is free to use it whenever you sass her, and I know you do that a
lot. I will check to make sure you told her just that too, so if I take
the gag out now, you may find that your mom puts it back in a lot, or
maybe she won't. This is the chance you have to take."

Robyn watched and listened, she did sass her mom a lot, if she stopped
then she wouldn't be gagged, but if she did, hmmm, well that could be
interesting too. Amy would make such fun of her walking around with this
gag locked in her mouth.

"Have you decided? Shall I take it out?"

Robyn nodded again.

"Fine, but if you talk, I will put it back in and you will still be taking
it home, do you understand?" Robyn nodded again. Kathy unlocked the strap
and gently pulled the ball out of Robyn's mouth. She licked her lips and
worked her jaw loose.

"Billy, would you like that gag removed as well?" Kathy asked Billy.

He nodded furiously he really wanted this thing out of his mouth, this
thing that he had to suck on to keep drool from spilling out.

"The same applies to you Billy, you will be taking that gag home, I know
it will be used too, but for now, the consequence of having it removed
from your mouth now, is that I will put it in Robyn's mouth."

Kathy paused for effect, watching the two exchange looks as that set in.

Billy really wanted it out, he didn't want Robyn to know what it was
though, let alone have it stuffed in her mouth.

Kathy continued, "It would not be in her mouth long, I will just poke it
in a few times, with the intention to humiliate her as a price for taking
it from your mouth. Then it will be removed, you need to decide now, Robyn
you may speak to billy now, but only about the gag."

She watched, Robyn whispered to him. "Nod your head Billy, nod it, she
said it will be removed from my mouth too, how bad could that be?"

Billy shook his head. "Billy don't be silly, nod your head," Robyn
pleaded.

Billy shook his head again.

"Robyn, I am going to let you make the decision, if you say yes, then I
will remove his gag, you will have it in your mouth for a few minutes and
then I will take it out."

Robyn immediately said to Kathy, "Take it out of his mouth please."

Billy moaned.

Kathy unlocked the straps, Robyn was watching, Kathy slowly pulled the gag
out of his mouth, then pushed it back in. "Billy I don't want this all wet
with your drool, suck it off please." She slowly pulled the shaft out of
his mouth again, he felt the knob sliding across his tongue, he sucked at
the gag, the penis, in front of Robyn and blushed, but Kathy pushed it yet
again slowly back in and once again started to pull it out. Robyn blinked,
she saw a shaft sliding in and out of billy's mouth, what was it?

Kathy didn't stop, she was pushing it in and pulling it out, watching as
he sucked on it each time, finally she pulled it all the way out, Robyn
gasped. Kathy slid it slowly back and forth over billy's lips, even poked
it back in just a bit. She held it there and looked at Robyn who was beet
read.

"Ready dear?"

Robyn shook her head, this was not what she expected.

"Too late honey," Kathy said pulling the penis gag out of billy's mouth a
final time, it was still covered in billy's drool, even with all the
sucking he had done.

"Billy!" Robyn whispered, but just then the knob was rubbing against her
lips, it was wet. She didn't part them.

"Robyn, you agreed to let me put this in your mouth. Open your mouth right
now, and be sure to suck on it, I don't want drool coming out of your
mouth either," Kathy instructed, watching her eyes widen and lips press
tightly together.

She waited, holding it steady, just below her nose, Robyn could see it was
defined, accurate, real looking, and large.

She sighed and opened her mouth, Kathy slipped it in slowly. "Suck Robyn."

Robyn sucked, she was still very red, she didn't look at billy who was
staring at her intently. The shaft slid into her mouth, deep into her
mouth and then Kathy pulled it out, then pushed it slowly back in and out
again, just like with billy, robyn had to suck the shaft as it probed in
and out of her mouth for a few minutes, then Kathy slid it out, wiped it
on her cheek and stood up. Both of the 'girls' were quite red faced.

Kathy vanished for a moment, neither of the school girls said a word,
both were still picturing what had just happened. Kathy returned. She had
a large sign that they couldn't see.

"I find window displays often draw in a lot of new customers, creative
displays even more so but animated ones can be phenomenal. I think you
both will be just that. Billy as you will be working here, you will find
that you are a 'window display' quite often. Robyn I would like you to
work here as well, so please think about it, I will mention it to your
mother. I am sure the money could go to your collage fund."

Robyn thought, great, her mom would just say yes and Robyn would be in
this window every day.

Then Kathy turned the sign around. "Disobedient slaves being punished."

She affixed the sign to a rack facing the window.

Billy and Robyn both started to object. Loudly.

Kathy looked at both in surprise. "You don't seem to understand, when I
say do not speak, it means just that, there are consequences for
disobeying."

She left again, returning moments later with something in her hands,
something black and large, with straps.

She knelt down beside billy displaying a strap on penis gag. Billy's eyes
opened so wide.

Kathy took the gag part, it was much like the one he just had in his
mouth, but twice as thick.

She pressed the knob against his lips, he resisted, she pushed harder and
it slid in, she was angry now so she took the gag and ruthlessly pushed
and pulled it in and out of his mouth, it was sliding back and forth over
his tongue, his mouth was wide open, it was so thick. Then she pushed it
in all the way and fastened the strap. She didn't need a lock, his hands
were locked in front of him, but she locked it with a large brass lock. He
looked furious, it was so cute.

The other end of the strap-on was protruding grotesquely out of his mouth,
it was pressed against Robyn's cheek. Her eyes were open wide with shock
as well.

Kathy didn't waste any time, she unlocked the chain at her collar, pulled
her head back. With a tug on the chain to billy's collar he faced her, the
penis wiggled below robyn's cute little nose. "Noooooo she whispered."

"Yes," Kathy said sternly, pressing her face forward, Robyn's wet lips
slid over the strap on. The knob of the penis rested on her tongue, it
filled her mouth it was so thick.

Robyn felt the chain at her collar lock again, she tried to turn her head
to spit out the disgusting thing, but she couldn't it was stuck in her
mouth, she looked at billy, the long shaft sticking out of his mouth, his
eyes wide open still.

"If you are both going to dress like sluts, then you will be treated like
sluts," Kathy told them. She went behind robyn and turned on the device
that was parked behind her... well behind.

Robyn heard something winding up, then there was a click as it was
released, a whoosh and at that time, she felt the first swat across her
lower cheeks. It was such a surprise, she lurched forward, the shaft in
her mouth slid in deeper, she pulled her head back as much as the chain
allowed, Shortly after there was another winding sound, another click,
whoosh and she yelped into the penis that was stuffing her mouth.

It wasn't that it hurt too much, it was a wide strap, she had been spanked
much harder, it was just catching her by surprise.

Kathy watched her for a few smacks, she started to know when they were
coming and was not yelping anymore. "Robyn this machine will continue to
spank you in the exact same spot, I can adjust it so that it moves up and
down if you want, otherwise in a little while it will really start to
hurt. Would you like me to adjust it?"

Robyn couldn't nod, she tried to say yes, it came out 'yepthss' or
something as she tried to speak around the giant penis in her mouth, but
it was clear she wanted the adjustment made, to spank all of her bum and
not just the same spot, over and over. How many times was she going to be
spanked she wondered.

"Very well, but remember with each action there is a consequence. The
machine is set at 4 now, so it really doesn't hurt too much, it is more
for show for our customers that will be watching as it spanks your pretty
bum, which is bare by the way, nice thong. With the moving up and down in
a random pattern, it will now also be at a random strength. So some smacks
may be much harder"

Robyn heard that but only picked up on the customers watching part and her
bum being bare. Kathy made the adjustment and the machine hit her higher
on her cheeks, a new spot. That would be better Robyn thought. Then there
was a grinding and the release but this time she yelped loudly.

"That was a six," Kathy told her.

Robyn was breathing had, wow a six really hurt. Six out of ten she
suspected everything seemed to be out of ten, ten would make her cry she
expected.

"The machine goes up to fifteen," Kathy told her quietly and went over to
billy.

She turned on his machine, the first smack was just below his tail. He
gasped, it stung a bit, but was not too bad. The second hit in the same
spot, he quickly realized in a few moments it would indeed really start to
hurt.

"Would you like the same deal as Robyn?" Kathy asked him.

He thought for a moment and another smack hit the same spot, he yelped, he
nodded and watched Robyn's head bounce at the end of the shaft, she gave
him a dirty look and then her eyes glazed over as the machine spanked her
again.

Kathy made the adjustment to billy's machine, he was not thinking clearly
she thought and grinned. She stood back and watched, the next smack hit
directly over his tail. The tail inflated the plug when it was struck, it
also activated a small shock in the plug. billy wiggled in surprise, The
plug slowly deflated, then the machine hit him again, it was harder this
time, the tail pumped the plug up much more and the shock made him gasp.
"That was a six," Kathy told him. You two are in for such fun now."

She opened the blinds covering the windows, the two were on display now,
it was a busy street both of the 'punished slaves' could see people
walking down the sidewalk, some glanced in, surprised. They stayed to
watch.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Kathy said, flipping switch that activated the
center unit that was holding their cuffed wrists. It started to descend.
Robyn looked in amazement at billy as she was slowly forced closer to him.
The shaft was sliding deeper into her mouth. Robyn was in shock, this
penis, this very thick long penis was sliding deeper into her mouth and
people outside could see just that. Her mouth was held open wide, her pink
lips in a very large round O as this large cock slid into her mouth. The
center unit stopped going down, it then started back up, the gag slid out
of robyn's mouth. The knob slipping over her tongue, the realistic veins
at the side of the shaft were clearly felt, as it moved back out her soft
pouty lips.

Then it lowered again, slowly it went back into her mouth. Kathy said,
"Well that is not realistic." She made an adjustment, turned a tiny dial,
the center unit started moving much faster, and the cock started pulsing
in and out of Robyn's mouth at a very fast rate.

The spankings continued, there was a winding sound, a click, swoosh and
then robyn would yelp, then another winding sound, a click, swoosh and
billy would yelp. It was relentless. Some spanks were not so hard, ones or
twos on the gauge. Then there would be a six or seven even and they would
yelp loudly into their gags, into the cock that was in their mouths,
robyns thrusting repeatedly. As they were bent over, staring into each
others eyes, as the town slowly stopped by the window, to watch.

After fifteen minutes or so, of cock sucking for robyn, as she could not
put it any other way, the shaft invading her mouth relentlessly, she
having to keep sucking so the drool would not drip out, it was the most
humiliating experience she had ever had. Then she heard, "Isn't that
Robyn?"

"OMG IT IS ROBYN," she heard someone call out from outside, just then she
felt one of the hardest smacks yet, tears formed in her eyes, her face
scrunched up, it hurt so much. That must have been a fifteen, it was
terrible. She hoped there would be no more like that. Then that voice,
which belonged to one of the girls she went to school with say. "I wonder
what that red number is that keeps changing on the machine spanking her,
look now it changed to a nine."

Billy watched, he really couldn't avoid it, Robyn's pretty face kept
coming closer to him as the unit dropped down, pulling them lower, forcing
them closer together, her lips sliding down the shaft closer to him, that
huge penis sliding into her mouth, the panicked look as it disappeared
past her lips, her wild eyes, then it would slide out as the unit raised,
he could see the thick veins on the side of the shaft, Robyn's cheeks
sucking in as she tried to keep drool from escaping. In and out, the shaft
slid, there was no change in the speed no rest, just in and out. Just like
the spanking, constant, no rest, being swatted, everyone watching in the
window.

Billy fought to keep from wiggling, the strap kept hitting his tail, not
every time, but when it did the plug in his bum inflated, then it would
deflate, if the strap hit him again, on his tail, it felt like the plug
was pumping in and out with the inflation. It was an odd experience.
Watching robyn slide up and down on the shaft, well that is what it felt
like in his bum. The shocks didn't hurt that much but they really made him
jump. it too was an odd feeling, to have a shock in his bum and completely
unable to do anything about it.

They were on display for quite a while, the crowd never seemed to thin.
Every once and a while he would hear someone call out "Look that is Robyn,
from school," and billy would see her blush like she never had blushed
before, but she too, was stuck, being spanked over and over on her bare
bum while the penis was thrust into her waiting, helpless mouth, over and
over. His behind was tingling all over now, he was sure hers was as too,
the spanking for the most part didn't hurt, but it built up, and then
there were the occasional very strong swats that would bring tears to
their eyes. Sometimes they would get a few in a row like that, robyn had
screamed once.

Kathy came back into the display, she pushed a button and the blinds
slowly closed. she watched them for a few moments, as the machines
continued to spank them and the cock continued to go in and out of Robyn's
mouth. Finally she switched off all the machines. Their behinds were a
very nice cherry red.

"You can not imagine how much business you have brought in today, I am
incredibly impressed," she told them as she removed the cuffs from the
center unit, allowing them to gradually stand up. I want you to spend a
bit of time walking through the store now, so people can get a closer look
at my star window display units.

Robyn and Billy waited for her to remove the strap on, but... Kathy was
making no attempt to do so. she tugged them out of the display into the
crowded store. Now this was humiliating. Their skirts still barely covered
their behinds, so the red stripes were clearly seen. Most though, were
looking at the huge cock that was still in Robyn's mouth, her face
couldn't get any redder, someone cruelly pushed her closer to billy and
the cock slid into her mouth again, people laughed. The two were joined
with this obscene gag.

They looked around but Kathy was gone, serving her clients, the two teens
were left to wander, feeling ridiculous with the item stuck in their
mouths. The item that was clearly a penis. They tried to hide in a corner,
one of Kathy's clerks found them and led them back to Kathy.

"Oh there you are." She grinned and unlocked the chain on their collars.
Robyn slowly pulled away, the penis now jutted out of billy's mouth.
Robyn's wrists were still cuffed together in front of her, just as billy's
were. Billy looked at Kathy, the penis pointing wherever he looked. She
asked if he wanted it out.

He nodded and it jumped up and down, he felt so silly. Kathy unlocked the
strap and slid the cock out of billy's mouth, it was so degrading. She
handed it to her clerk and led them both to one of the specialty rooms. "I
want you both to work this room for the next hour or so. You can be of
great help to my customers as they try to decide on their purchases."

Robyn doubted that, what did she and Billy know about anything that seemed
to be sold in this shop?

Then Kathy placed a little sign around each of their necks. "PLEASE FREE
TO TEST ANY IMPLEMENTS ON ME," was written in large bold letters. Robyn
looked around the room and sighed, they were in the room with all the
spanking devices, and there were even a few machines set up. Oh great.
People would be able to test the straps, crops, whips on them for effect.
Maybe even the some of the machines. This was not what she wanted now, her
bum was tender enough after the hour in the window.

It didn't take long before someone tugged on billy's tail, this sent a
tiny shock into his bum as it inflated and wiggled. "Not so fast you, I
want to see how this crop compares to the strap." The woman was holding a
long black crop in her hand and a black leather strap in the other. "Put
your hands on your knees please and let me know which one hurts more,"
Robyn watched as billy put his hands on his knees, his tush raised into
the air, the short skirt rode up. His tail was wiggling a bit as it peeked
out of his bum. The woman wasted no time and swung the leather strap hard
against billy's unprotected cheeks, just below the tail. Billy yelped.
Then she swung the crop, just as hard, another loud smack filled the air
and billy yelped again. "Well? Which one hurt the most?" she looked
impatient. Billy said he thought that the crop had. "You only think girl?
Shall I try again so you can be sure?"

"Uhm no, the crop stung more," billy assured her.

Robyn didn't know it was coming but suddenly she jumped, someone had
swatted her behind with a flogger. Dozens of stings made her want to rub
her butt. She turned in time to see a stern looking man ready to swing
again. He stopped and pointed to her sign. "Bend over that counter please,
I want to try a few of these to see if I will be happy with it." Robyn was
sort of in shock, she knew if she bent over, she was offering her behind
for a whipping, if she didn't, who knew what would happen.

She bent over the counter, her skirt rode up and in seconds the man had
swung the flogger a few times across her already red behind. each one left
so many stings, in seconds her bum felt on fire. "Oh I think I like this
model. Thank you," he said, happily heading to cash to make his purchase,
Robyn was still bent over when a woman approached with a whip.

Billy was walking carefully, he was not accustom to the tail that wiggled
when he walked, the plug in his behind was wiggling so much, he could
think of nothing else. He also didn't see as someone approached and was
surprised to feel the sting as a large strap smacked across his lower
cheek. "Not so fast missy," he heard. Turning he saw an older man holding
a large black strap. He led billy to a bench in the center of the room, he
didn't know it was called a spanking bench but it seemed to be
conveniently located. He was bent over the overstuffed brown leather
bench, his tail was pointing straight up. The man swung the strap very
hard, and billy screamed. "Perfect," he said and wiggled billy's tail.
"Would you object if I gave you a few more? Your ass just looks so cute
sticking up like that."

Billy wanted to stand up, to tell him no, but he was still gasping from
the smack, so when the next one arrived, it took his breath away, This man
was just cruel. Before he could give another a woman came over and asked
if he was finished, she wanted to try a pair of paddles. He begrudgingly
let her take over. Just as billy felt the paddle strike his right cheek
her heard a crack in the air and robyn yelp loudly.

Billy and Robyn spent an hour, circling the room the target of overeager
customers anxious to test the spanking implements. Sales were booming.
Billy and Robyn had such tender behinds by the time Kathy took them in tow
that they felt a feather would hurt now.

The two school girls, in their tiny skirts, white stockings and red
behinds were led out of the room into a back office, Neither one was
released from the cuffs at their wrists.

Kathy started, "Billy you are going to be here two days a week, You will
be cleaning up, dusting, polishing and sweeping. If customers wish to test
an article we sell, it will be very handy to have you available. I will
also put you in the window at times in various poses to demonstrate things
we sell. Your mother will be able to bring home so many items this way,
soon you will have almost everything we sell at home. Isn't that
wonderful?"

Billy was not so sure.

"Robyn I want to offer you the same deal, or rather I will offer it to
your mother, instead of taking items home, I can fill a college fund for
you. I am sure she will think that a wonderful idea."

Robyn, unfortunately felt the same, that her mother was going to pounce on
this idea.

"When you are both here, I will keep you chained, ankles and wrists, with
collars and leashes, it lets staff and customers know your position here.
There will be times you may be chained to something, possibly as a display
item or a demonstrator for our products. I think you can both increase our
sales magnificently. Billy that website recommended that humiliation is
desirable in your treatment, so we will strive to find as many ways to
humiliate you as possible. We have some very cute French maid dresses in
our costume section, I think when you are on cleaning duties you will be
adorable."

Billy squirmed with the word adorable.

"Robyn I am sure we can find some very cute things for you to wear as
well. We have a nice latex section that you haven't seen yet." It can be
very exciting wandering around in a very snug fitting latex catsuit with a
remote controlled vibrator nestled out of sight. It was Robyn's turn to
squirm.

She led the pair into another room with many devices, odd looking things
Billy thought. "billy come over here please." She was standing by the
wall, billy walked over, his tail swishing and stockings pulling on his
garters, he was starting to lose it again he thought. When she stepped
aside there was an item protruding from the wall, it was a bit fancy with
springs and brackets but what caught his attention was the penis that was
glistening at the top of an arm, it wasn't very thick, but it looked very
real and somewhat long.

"This is my incentive room, I trust my employees but there are times when
mistakes are made and punishments are warranted, sometimes it is wise to
have employees spend some time in here, just to make them more careful."
She bent down and gently tugged at his tail, with a twist and a click it
released. Billy started wondering, Robyn wasn't wondering she was
trembling.

Kathy turned billy around and tugged him back until he felt something push
against his behind. She bent him over and with skill that could only be
developed with a lot of practice, that penis billy saw disappeared. billy
knew where it was though, he wiggled in surprise. Well part of it
disappeared, as only the tip had vanished into his bum, there was still a
lot of the shaft showing. Kathy then attached a chain that went around his
waist and was fastened to part of the device, with clicks, Robyn was
looking on in shock her legs pressed together tightly, squirming a bit.
"There you are billy you will find that you are able to walk forward quite
a bit, maybe half way across the room, give it a try," Kathy told him with
a smack to his bum.

Billy took a step, he wondered why he was doing this as he took another
step, the tip of the penis was not in deep but it felt strange tugging it
along, the device stretching out allowing him to walk across the room,
suddenly the chain at his waist stopped him, that was as far as he would
be able to go, so in essence he was locked to the wall. He looked at Kathy
curiously, wondering what was next.

Robyn looked on quietly, seeing the penis sticking out of his bum, also
wondering what was next.

"As you can see billy you are locked to the device, I do not have keys to
that lock, the device must unlock you. Back up now, until you are stopped
by the device."

Billy backed up, the penis wiggled in his bum now as it was the penis that
must push the long arm back against the wall. It offered a bit of
resistance and he felt the penis enter him a bit more as he kept pushing
backwards, this was quite humiliating that he was forced to insert it
himself with them watching.

He suddenly felt it go in much deeper, he had reached the wall, he
stopped, but the penis was much deeper in his bum now.

"If you push back a bit harder billy, the arm will lock into place," Kathy
said to him smiling.

Push? The only way he could push was to insert it more, why did he want it
locked in place, he just stood still, he didn't want it in deeper and he
didn't want to be locked to the wall.

Kathy then told him. "The device can be unlocked with different choices,
reps or time. I will explain, It can determine how many thrusts are made,
when the desired number is reached it will unlock you, or it can be set up
for a time period, but it will insist during this time that thrusts are
made non stop at a set rate, if you don't keep up the device has the
ability to punish. Quite clever isn't it?"

Billy looked confused. Thrusts?

"I am going to set it up for a random number of thrusts, the device will
decide how many will be necessary. I like that there is no control, you
get what you get. the device doesn't care if you like it or not, it will
just ensure that you comply. With this setting if thrusts are not made
correctly or timely, it also punishes. There are two methods it uses, one
is a shock, and the other is from this wheel," Kathy said pointing to a
wheel mounted in a strategic position. The wheel had a number of leather
paddles on it, obviously if it spun it would also smack his behind, as
this is where it was mounted.

"A correct thrust is one where the probe is inserted all the way, then you
must squeeze your cheeks together tightly as you pull it out, if you don't
it removes ten from your count, and administers a shock, If you do not
reinsert promptly the wheel spins to spank you, it spins for as long as
the device feels necessary to motivate you to comply promptly. I know you
are confused, but the learning curve is very short, I am sure you will
figure it out."

She started the device, nothing happened. Billy looked at Kathy.

"Oh you have to get things going, you do have the choice of doing nothing,
but then you remain locked to the wall as I can't unlock that chain.
Eventually you have to start the program, to do so, you bend down and
press the probe in, the device will know if you have done so to the proper
depth. Then you simply stand up again, pulling it out, but be sure to
squeeze it as you do."

She waited. Billy sighed and bent down, feeling the probe, funny name for
a cock he thought, slip into his bum. It filled him, it was rather bumpy
too he thought, there was a lot of texture to it. He stood up slowly,
feeling it slide out, he squeezed it. He heard a ding.

"That is one, good job, remember to squeeze it as though you are trying to
pull it away from the wall, if you don't the machine will deduct ten from
your score."

Billy went again, bending, it slipped back into him, he stood, squeezing
and it slid out.

Robyn watched.

The machine dinged, he paused, then the wheel started to spin, it spun
fast, he was smacked so many times, he quickly bent down but the spanking
continued, he pulled out, he forgot to squeeze, and there was a buzz. The
wheel coasted to a stop, He didn't bend down again, so the wheel
immediately started to spin again, he yelped and bent down, taking the
'probe' back into his bum. The spanking hurt quite a bit, he stood,
remembering to squeeze, he quickly bent again and the wheel stopped. He
stood, squeezing, Billy got into a rhythm, in out, ding, in out, ding. He
built up speed, the machine seemed happy.

"Very good billy," Kathy said, then looked at Robyn. "There is another
machine beside you, would you like to try it too?"

Robyn shook her head quickly, no she did not wish to 'try it.'

"Very well, you don't work for me, so I can't force you to, but when you
do work for me, then I will not ask, you just will be locked to it like it
or not."

Robyn shivered, she watched billy as he was, well, she didn't want to say
it, but he was doing it to himself.

Then there was a humming, it was loud. Billy gasped and stopped, the
machine buzzed, ten were taken from his score, the wheel started to spin
and the humming stopped.

"Oh sorry billy, I forgot to tell you, if you perform correctly, the
machine rewards you with vibration, it can be very distracting though, I
think the machine just wants to trick you, like it just did, so it can
punish you longer."

"That's very mean, you are cruel," Robyn piped up, annoyed. "You are
making billy fuck himself." There she said it, and then blushed, billy did
too, he knew what he was doing, but to hear Robyn say it aloud was
humiliating.

He paused, the wheel started again, this time it went on longer, he was
yelping as he maintained his pace, finally the wheel stopped.

"Robyn, you have a very sassy mouth," Kathy told her, quite annoyed. I was
wondering what to do with you while billy finished, I wanted you to watch,
because it is more humiliating for him if you do, knowing what he is
putting in his bum over and over," She grabbed Robyn by the hair and led
her over in front of billy, quite close, so they could see into each
others eyes.

"Stay here," she was told.

Kathy rolled over another device, a long pole, there was a penis
protruding obscenely near the top, sort of just below eye level. Kathy
took Robyn's cuffs and unlocked them, then tugged her hands behind her
back and locked them there. Then she took a short chain and locked it to
her collar, tugged robyn toward the pole, and the penis.

Robyn struggled but she was no match for Kathy, the penis rubbed against
her lips as Kathy tugged her more, it was hurting and she opened her mouth
to tell Kathy to stop, the penis slipped in.

Kathy locked her collar to a ring on the pole, just below the base of the
penis. "That will shut that sassy mouth up for a while," she told her,
then she ran another wire from the pole to billy's device and plugged it
in.

"Let's see if you really like poor billy," Kathy said to the confused
Robyn who was standing there with a very large penis protruding out of her
mouth. "I want you to keep busy and learn not to sass. I expect you to
suck on this, to take it into your mouth more and bob your head back and
forth, sucking at all times. This is a clever unit as well, it will know
if you are sucking, it will know if you are bobbing back and forth."

Robyn groaned, not another cock in her mouth, this one was quite thick
too. "If you decide not to suck or not to bob your pretty little face back
and forth, the unit will turn on billy's wheel to spank him, it will run
for a while, it will also shock him the entire time. Now we will know if
you like him and will humiliate your self to keep him from being
punished."

Robyn looked at Billy in shock this was so mean. She watched him, pressing
the penis into his bum, standing up and letting it out, blushing when she
looked at him.

"Start now sassy mouth," Kathy told robyn, turning on her device.

Robyn took the shaft quickly into her mouth, it was so thick, and she
blushed deeply as billy watched, then the wheel started and he was
spanked. "You are not sucking dear," she was told.

She stomped her foot and sucked on the cock. She also started to get wet.
Billy was having a harder time maintaining control too, it was so
humiliating having Robyn watch him do what he was doing, the clothes he
was wearing were not helping, the tight corset was rubbing at his swelling
member, the stockings were squeezing his legs with each bend, the garters
were tugging, and robyn was sucking that giant cock inches from his face.

Kathy smiled at the pair, see you in an hour or so, and left.

During that period, Billy was spanked and shocked a number of times as
Robyn would fail to suck or fail to bob her head quickly enough, then she
would be embarrassed that she caused billy to be punished. He would moan,
he was looking quite dazed she thought, but watching him do that over and
over, in his bum that thing sliding in and out, being forced by the
machine to keep going was doing something to her too, she was sucking with
a bit more passion now, for some reason, she was also very wet now, she
felt the wetness on her leg. This was very embarrassing.

Billy was fighting it very hard, he was so close, the vibration that the
machine triggered was so tormenting, if he kept the rhythm going properly,
the vibes started, if he didn't he was shocked and spanked, the vibes were
almost worse though, they were loud so Robyn would know what was happening
in his bum her eyes would open wide when she heard them. He watched as she
kept sliding back and forth on that thick shaft, trying to keep him from
being punished more.

Kathy returned, just moments before billy's machine dinged and released
him. Good timing billy thought. Kathy sniffed the air and looked at robyn
who was standing there with the shaft still locked in her mouth. Robyn
blushed telling Kathy just where that smell was coming from. Kathy lifted
the front hem of her skirt and watched her dance a bit in embarrassment.

"Oh we can't have you going back into the store with that mess on your
legs," Kathy told her watching her panties drip.

Robyn wanted to crawl under a rock.

"robyn has made a bit of a mess billy," Kathy told him, pointing to her
crotch and the large wet spot on her pantyhose.

Billy looked, he knew that smell.

"I can see by the readout that she kept sucking to keep you from being
punished, that was very kind of her wasn't it?"

Billy didn't know what to say, so he just nodded, Kathy was still holding
Robyn's skirt up, the smell was stronger, Robyn was still locked to the
pole the shaft still in her mouth and she was blushing deeply, squirming a
bit.

Kathy told him, "We don't want to embarrass her, sending her back into the
store like this do we?"

Billy shook his head.

"We don't have a wash basin or sink in here though, hmmmm."

Robyn squirmed, she knew what Kathy was going to make Billy do.

"I think you need to help your girlfriend out billy."

Billy looked at her, he hadn't thought of Robyn being his 'girlfriend'
though he liked the sound of that.

Robyn was wiggling her legs back and forth, all of this talk and the what
she suspected was coming, was triggering her a lot more, she was about to
make a much larger mess if it continued.

"I am not going to release her until she is cleaned up. You two can decide
how this will be done, I will be back in a while, and I bet you will
figure something out," Kathy said with a smirk and left the room.

Robyn danced more, wiggling her pretty legs, the penis still filled her
mouth, and her eyes were wide as she looked at Billy.

"Uhm, do you have any ideas?" he asked, he sort of had one, but thought
that may be a bit personal.

Robyn rolled her eyes at him, sometimes he was such a twit. She stomped
her foot and looked sternly at Billy, well as sternly as a pretty school
girl in a very short skirt, complete with stockings and very high heels
could look when her wrists were cuffed behind her and she was locked to
pole by a giant dildo that was in her mouth. It was an interesting image.

Billy looked at her, he looked around the room, there were no rags in the
room, no tissues, just him.

"I guess I could do what I did last night?" he asked her.

She nodded as much as she could, blushing again too. She seemed to be
blushing an awful lot the past few days.

He quietly knelt in front of her, lifted his skirt with a trembling hand,
his cuffed wrists that were held together raised her skirt above her
waist, exposing her tiny panties and a very large damp spot, well not damp
it was dripping on to her leg.

He was blushing deeply now too, the smell was so captivating. "Robyn, you
will have to spread your legs a bit," he whispered.

She did, her high heels clicked on the floor as she spread her legs open.
Her mouth still filled with the giant cock.

She felt billy's tongue brush against her leg, a long lick, she shivered.
Billy swallowed, she heard him. He licked again, she shivered more, he
swallowed again, this was repeated a few times, and he worked his way to
the inside of her thigh. Licking the nylon covering her leg, the nylon
that was holding all that dampness. The smell was overpowering now as his
nose was just inches below her crotch. His face kept pressing against her
legs, it soon became wet too, he took long slow careful licks, until each
area lost its taste. Robyn was moaning he thought.

She was indeed moaning, the penis keeping her from crying out, force to
stand there while billy licked closer and closer to her sex. She knew that
the tiny thong Krissy made her wear was not covering her much she could
feel it pressing between her lips, if at all. She shivered, how high and
how much would Billy lick?

Billy heard Robyn moan again and she arched her back a bit. She had such
pretty legs he thought, and he was licking them. He sort of liked the
taste too. His nose brushed against her, it was not planned, it just
happened as his head moved while he lapped up her wetness. His nose slide
between her legs, it brushed over her slippery sex.

Robyn opened her eyes wide, no one had touched her there before,
especially when she was so sexually charged, but she knew it was his nose
that had just slipped between her wet lips. She tightened and trembled,
her legs quivered, she almost collapsed, but the gag held her up, well
billy did too as she slid lower, his face supported her while she fought
for composure.

Billy face was pressed tightly against her now, as she moaned and dropped
onto him, suddenly his face was very wet too, she was leaking a lot, it
was flowing it seemed. He felt her tremble. She even mumbled into that
huge gag, it sounded like 'sorry billy'.

He rubbed his face on her leg, looked and saw he soaked her pantyhose,
there was a lot more to lick up now. There was that spot he hadn't licked
yet either, where he could see how her panties were tugged in, it was very
wet there, and he so wanted to lick there. His tongue made its first dash
across her lips, she moaned loudly, he lapped over and over, his tongue
slid between her panties and lips, slipping in a bit. She was shaking,
more fluid was leaking out.

Kathy returned, watched the kneeling girl, in the short pink plaid skirt
that was not covering her bum as she pressed her face into the other girls
crotch, holding her pleated skirt above her waist, her tongue was lapping
at her crotch, the girl standing had her eyes closed, her face was
scrunched up, there was a large cock in her mouth, she was sliding her
head back and forth on it, lost in some sort of trance, she trembled
often, the kneeling girl would lap faster when that happened. Kathy
wondered how many times that trembling had taken place.

"Is she clean yet billy?" she called out, both of the girls jumped.

Kathy went over and checked, Robyn's legs were still quite wet, she
pointed to spots and told billy to lick that up, then lick this up. She
swatted robyn's behind, you are quite the slut aren't you?" she whispered
in robyn's ear. "Keep sucking on that until he has finished," she told her
as robyn did just that, totally
humiliated.

Billy continued to lick Robyn's legs, he never wanted this to stop, when
he thought he could get away with it, which seemed any time he wanted, he
would lick at her sex, feel her tremble and hear her moan. Then he would
lick her legs more, still tasting her but the taste was fading. He knew
his face was wet with her juices though.

Kathy pulled him to his feet. "That is enough," she told him. His face was
glistening, there were obvious wet spots shining, not just damp.

Kathy removed the chain at robyn's collar. Robyn slid off the gag, the
obscene penis in her face. "Your turn to clean up," Kathy told her and
pointed to billy's face. Robyn gasped.

Kathy waited. Robyn stepped forward and she moved in like she was going to
kiss billy, she actually did, she was so charged now, his lips were soft,
and wet. She tasted herself for the first time on his lips, her tongue
danced over them, she looked in his eyes. Hers were so glazed. She looked
a bit wild.

"Clean your boyfriend up," Kathy told her, watching. Both had such
beautiful faces, their makeup was waterproof obviously as the two 'girls'
kissed again. Then Robyn licked his cheek her tongue taking in her juice,
as billy had done on her legs. She shivered. Maybe working here would be
fun. She gently lapped at billy's face, removing all the moisture, which
had originated between her legs.

Kathy took a short chain and locked their collars together, then cuffed
billy's wrists behind his back. She led them back to the display window
and had them stand in it. "You can wait here for your ride home, I think
they will be finished shopping in the next hour or so."

The two pretty school girls in their short pleated skirts and white
stockings were bound together by their collars where the town could see
them again. It wouldn't do to stand there kissing, as much as each wanted
it, their faces were so close together, so they just stood there staring
into each others eyes. They attracted a lot of attention again, Kathy was
pleased, when Debbie and Krissy returned she told them that she would
employ billy in exchange for merchandise. Debbie was very pleased. Kathy
put the items she had selected in a bag for her to take home today, she
suggested the pair be left locked together like that until bed, and they
would just have to do things together. Krissy laughed. They will just end
up kissing each other all day.

"Not if you gag them," Kathy said with a wink. She pointed to a double
ended gag, two sets of straps, a penis protruding from both ends. "They
could share that," she whispered to Krissy.

The chained pair were led out of the shop with Krissy tugging, billly's
tail had not been put back in, it would have been difficult to sit on in
the car they decided. As Krissy buckled them up she looked at robyn who's
lips were brushing billy's. "Someone has been excited?" she whispered in
robyn's ear. Krissy lifted robyn's skirt, noticed how wet things were,
slid her finger between robyn's thighs, her finger grazed over robyn's
pussy, robyn jumped. Krissy lifted her finger to her nose and sniffed. She
giggled when robyn blushed. Krissy pulled the gag out. "Look what I have."

Billy stretched and slowly woke up, the sun was drifting in his window
announcing mornings arrival. He tried to clear his foggy head, such
dreams. He had been having them for a while now, very erotic dreams.
They started with an idea he had and went out of control as dreams often
do. He sorted through the dream from last night and became very hard
again. He slipped into the bathroom to clean up and take care of
'things'.

As he showered he debated again creating the website that founded all
his crazy dreams. He still felt if he was careful that it would really
work, he just had to maintain control and not get too wild with his
plans. As he toweled off he decided to do it. He slipped back into his
bedroom, it would be a while before his mother and sister woke up. A few
hours later he felt he was ready. He was almost shaking with excitement
and nervousness.

Through the morning his hip still bothered him, it was a real condition
and walking on his toes really did help, it was just hard to keep
walking on his toes. If he knew that dancing was going to make snapping
hip syndrome a real thing for him, he wouldn't have danced. When his
mother came down to the kitchen, she noticed him grimace as he walked
across the room.

"Is your hip bothering you again honey?" she asked him.

Billy nodded. "It is really grinding this morning." She walked over to
him and placed her hand on his hip, as he walked she could feel it
snapping, she knew when it did this that it bothered him, it also would
often pop out and he would stumble or even fall down.

"I wish I knew how to fix this for you Billy," she told him quietly.
"Have you looked online to see if there is any help?"

She knew he was online often and computers and he were a team that often
solved many problems for them. Money was an issue, as it is for many, so
finding ways to do things for themselves helped a lot.

"Not yet, I was thinking I should look," Billy told her.

"Why don't you get your laptop and take a peek now while I make
breakfast, your sister should be down soon, I heard her in the shower."

Billy got his notebook computer and connected to the internet, she
watched him browse for a while.

"Any luck yet?"

"Nothing yet... oh wait, maybe something here."

She walked over to read over his shoulder.

The site described quite accurately what he was going through, there was
a long page with diagrams. Billy announced he needed to use the wash
room when his sister Krissy came into the kitchen.

"What are you looking at mom?" Krissy asked.

Sara filled her daughter in quickly, Krissy knew Billy suffered a bit
with his hip, it often burned through the night. She sat down and
started to read, they both noticed at the bottom of the page there was a
follow up page, with helpful hints to help contend with the snapping
hip.

"Oh Billy didn't see this page," Sara said, reading intently.

Krissy groaned. "He won't want to either mom, look at this," she said
pointing to the screen.

Billy was outside the room, listening carefully, he was astounded, it
was going so much like his dream had done.

"Oh dear," Sara said, reading the paragraph Krissy had pointed out, then
they continued and Krissy giggled a bit.

Sara smacked her on the head, lightly. "Stop that Krissy. This will be
hard enough."

"You mean you are going to do this?" Krissy asked astounded.

"If it is going to work, yes. We have to do something," Billy quietly
gasped, it worked!

Billy chose that moment to return to the kitchen. He saw them huddled,
whispering in front of his computer.

"Billy did you see the second page to this article?" Krissy asked him.

He shook his head, grabbed a glass of orange juice and looked at the
screen. Krissy got up so he could read. "No way!" he exclaimed.

Krissy giggled. "I told you mom."

"Billy, some of this makes a lot of sense."

Billy shook his head again, but his mother continued. "Let's take it
step by step ok honey?"

He listened but didn't say anything. His heart was pounding, it was
working. He couldn't believe it.

"Your muscles contract when they are cold, your legs ache a lot, you are
always complaining about that, even in the summer, when the muscles
contract they pull and this is helping to cause your hip to pop. That
makes sense right?"

He nodded.

"So wearing pantyhose will keep your legs warm the support hose will
really help with blood circulation too, this alone will make your legs
feel better and I am sure will help your hip. That makes sense too
right?"

"But long underwear will keep my legs warm too," Billy pointed out.

"Billy you hate long underwear, you never wear them without moaning at
how uncomfortable they are. They also will do nothing to support your
legs like the pantyhose will, besides do you have any long underwear?"

He shook is head and then continued, "I am not wearing pantyhose Mom!"

"We will see, can we continue with the article?"

He groaned and read on with her. "High heels?!? NO WAY!"

"Billy calm down, now when I came into the kitchen this morning I
watched you walking around, you were walking on your toes."

He nodded. "It is the only way to keep my hip from grinding."

"I know honey, but even with your dance training, waking on your toes
all day is a bit tiresome isn't it?

"I can't do it for too long," he admitted.

"Imagine if you didn't have to, it is so easy too, just wearing a pair
of shoes with a high heel will take the strain off your legs and you can
do it all day."

She let that sink in.

"Dresses too Mom?" he asked, pointing.

"I am not sure about that part," she admitted. "It makes a bit of sense
though, the short dress will keep you from bending, if that is an issue,
but it will also keep your legs from overheating with the pantyhose on.
So that makes a lot of sense, you will want to wear shorts or a skirt or
Yes, a dress if you are wearing pantyhose in the summer. Shorts will be
okay but your crotch will become quite warm, with a skirt or dress that
won't happen. I know you don't want to be too hot there," she told him,
pointing at his groin.

"Mom!"

She laughed, well it is true Billy, it is not good to be too hot there,
I have read a lot of articles. You will also get a rash in the summer if
you are hot and sweaty all the time. Not a nice place for a rash."

"You are talking like you have already planned this out and for the
summer too," Billy said, looking at her.

She nodded.

"Mom, you can't be serious."

"Billy who would even see you? What if it works and you can sleep with
no burning, walk with no limping and not fall down all the time?"

'Well that would be great mom, but to be prancing around the house in a
dress and heels is going to make me feel like a goof."

"You forgot the pantyhose," Krissy added helpfully.

Billy smirked at her.

"k**s come on, Krissy don't tease your brother."

"Sister," Krissy said.

"Stop it Krissy, you need to help not be a pain."

"Oh Mom I was just teasing, I will help Billy prance about the house in
a dress and pantyhose," She looked at him, "come on champ," she said
tugging his arm giggling.

"What, why? Come on where?"

"Well I am pretty sure you don't have a closet full of dresses or a
drawer full of pantyhose," she told him, tugging him up.

Billy looked at his mother. "Mom, tell her to stop."

"No Billy, I want to see how this goes, we will make a deal, if at the
end of the day you feel it hasn't helped at all, then we can try
something else, okay?"

"One day only?" Billy asked.

"Yes, the website said after just one day you will notice an
improvement, so let's give it one day. Deal?"

Billy grumbled. "One day Mom, but Krissy has to promise not to tease
me."

"Well Billy, she is your sister, you just know she is going to tease you
a bit, so take it good-naturedly okay honey?"

Billy looked at Krissy, she looked like she was getting ready to burst.
He sighed and nodded.

"Oh wow, I get to play dress up with my little brother, you will be so
cute," she told him, pulling him out of the kitchen before he could
change his mind.

Sara watched them head off to Krissy's room where she knew Krissy was
going to have a lot of fun dressing up her brother. Billy hadn't
probably realized with pantyhose came panties. Krissy didn't wear plain
panties. Billy was going to moan again, she giggled and peeked more at
the website.

Browsing through she became curious, Sara was not quite as dense as her
c***dren believed. She looked up the domain and saw the owner. She
grinned more, that explained a lot, her closet and drawers were often
not as she had left them, she suspected but was not sure. Now she was
sure, he was quite clever making this site and the story, but she also
thought there was more truth to the cure than he realized. He may find
that the heels and pantyhose really did help his hip. Well he was about
to find out, because she was going to go along with it. She snapped the
lid shut on the computer and went upstairs to see how things were going.

Just as she stood outside Krissy's bedroom door she saw the pile of
clothes she was handing him, a cute dress, one she hadn't worn in years,
it was quite short on her, it would be incredibly short on Billy, a pair
of beige pantyhose were atop the dress and a cute pair of bikini panties
in a bright pink tipped the pile. Billy looked at the panties, which
were almost in his face. He blushed deeply.

Krissy was grinning. "Panties too?" he whispered.

Sara called out, "Come on Billy, did you think your boxers would feel
very nice above the pantyhose, not to mention how they would look under
your dress.

Your dress, it stuck in his mind. He took the clothes from his sister.
His heart was ready to burst from his chest, he had no idea it was going
to work so easily. It was just like his dream.

He slipped into his room and slowly got dressed. He didn't want to rush,
it would not bode well if he 'managed' the pantyhose so easily, he
didn't want to put a run in them either, he went very slowly. Krissy
called out, "Problems sis?"

"Uhm no," he answered. "These pantyhose are a pain though."

She laughed. "Don't tug on them too hard, you don't want to put a tear
in them, they rip easily."

"I am trying to be careful." Billy was already wearing the panties, the
pantyhose and the dress as he called through the wall to his sister, he
was looking in the mirror, twisting and turning, the dress was one he
hadn't seen in a while, he really liked it. But it made him look like a
***********.

"Are you dressed yet Billy? Do you need help?" his mother called through
the door.

"I am dressed but I can't fasten the top of the dress," he answered.

Sara opened the door and peeked in, she smiled and went over to him.
Lifting his long blond hair she did the row of buttons up, right to the
top, there were so many and they were so tiny. She fluffed out his hair
when she finished and turned him around. "There you go, how does it
feel?"

"The dress?" he asked her.

"Everything silly, it will all feel different to you, have you tried
walking in the pantyhose yet? It will feel strange at first, lots of
tugs and squeezing."

Billy shook his head. "We really need to do something with your hair you
know, maybe Krissy can do something with it."

Just then Krissy came into the room, she had a pair of heels in her
hand. She bent down and lifted Billy's foot, slipping the pump on. Then
she watched as he held on to his mother while she lifted his other foot,
slipping the pump on there as well, the heels were about four inches,
with his tiny feet he was almost standing on his toes. She grinned as
she stood up. That dress was so short on him.

Billy stood, wobbling a bit in the heels. He looked at his mother. "Mom
do I really have to wear this?"

"Yes Billy, all day. Besides you couldn't take the dress off if you
wanted to. Try."

He reached around but couldn't reach the tiny buttons. "Your sister
could never take the dress off either, I had to do her buttons up in the
morning and undo them when she wanted to change later. So you are stuck
in that dress today missy."

He shivered a bit at the thought of being 'trapped'.

"Take a few steps now, to get used to those heels, take tiny steps, heel
to toe, be very careful," Sara told him.

He followed her directions. Taking care steps, his dress swished back
and forth, it was a light summer weight dress with a flared hem in a
pretty floral pattern. Sara and Krissy watched him walk not so
gracefully across his room.

"Mom he is going to need a lot of practice in those heels or he is going
to break his neck."

Sara giggled. "You are probably right Krissy, why don't you walk with
him up and down the driveway for a while, it won't take long if you are
there to catch him before he catches on.

Billy froze. The driveway? Outside? He looked at Sara in panic. "Mom
outside?"

"Yes Billy, the drive is paved and long, a perfect place to learn to
walk in the heels, your sister will catch you if you stumble. No one is
going to see you, hardly anyone drives down this road."

Hardly anyone, but some did.

"No arguments Billy, I want you to keep going up and down until you are
walking gracefully, no matter how long it takes.

"Mom that is not fair," Krissy said, "I will have to go up and down
too."

Sara nodded, "Another deal then, when you are finished Billy can give
you a foot rub to make up for it."

"Mom I could do up Billy's hair, maybe some make-up then if anyone saw
him they wouldn't think anything of it?"

Sara thought for a moment, Billy held his breath. "I don't think so, not
for now. Billy is going to try very hard to gain control over the high
heels if he is worried someone will see him, it will be incentive for
him to try extra hard." She smiled at Billy.

Billy let his breath out slowly, it was just as she said, he didn't want
to be caught dressed like this outside, he was going to try very hard.
But outside, he had never been outside dressed before.

Krissy held his hand, guiding him along, to the front door. He was using
her for balance, she was moving faster than he liked though. He kept
looking down at his feet, seeing his legs encased in the beige
pantyhose, peeking with each step he took. He could feel the pantyhose
squeezing and massaging his legs with each movement, the sensations were
powerful. He was tugged out of the house, the door closed with a loud
bang. The sun flowed over him, his legs felt different as the breeze
tickled them and the sun warmed them. He felt the wind blow up his
dress, raising it. Krissy laughed.

"You have to be careful now don't you? Such pretty panties you have on."

Billy blushed. She was holding his hand and turned it. "Maybe later I
can do your nails? A nice high gloss pink perhaps?"

"Krissy, stop it please. This is bad enough."

She pulled him down the few steps and on to the driveway. He followed
along nervously. His heels clicked on the pavement. He did this walk so
many times in his dreams, but now it was real. His heart was ready to
explode, he was looking everywhere, so he of course stumbled. Krissy
caught him, holding his arm.

"Concentrate Billy, it will take a bit of practice. Heel to toe, she
demonstrated. She had put on heels as well, under her jeans she wore
pantyhose, he could see them below the cuff of her jeans. She was so
graceful. He tried as she did, taking careful steps, shorter ones, heel
to toe. She giggled.

"What?" he asked her.

"Your bum is wiggling," she said grinning.

They continued down the drive and then back up, Billy was doing better,
so she let his hand go and they walked side by side for another trip.
Billy was still very nervous and they watched a car go by. They were no
where near the end of the drive so there was a lot of distance between
them, he was safe. This time.

After walking the drive one more time she told him to go down again, on
his own this time. He balked, he didn't want to be seen and not alone,
but she insisted. So off Billy went, his cute bum wiggling beneath the
tiny dress.

When he got back Krissy clapped. "You are doing great Billy, let's go
show mom."

They went into the house, finding Sara finishing making their breakfast.
She noticed right away he was walking much better. They sat in their
chairs and were about to start eating.

"Wait a moment," Sara announced. "I told your sister you would give her
a foot rub in thanks for her help when you finished your walk."

Billy looked up. "But breakfast is ready."

"Yes it is, but a promise is a promise.'

Billy sighed and got up from his seat, he knelt on the floor beside
Krissy and slipped her shoe off. She sat there munching on her bagel
while he massaged her nyloned clad foot. Of course it was a bit damp
too, it was warm out after all. His feet were damp too, but he would not
be allowed to take his shoes off he was pretty sure. Billy removed her
other shoe and she rested one foot on his leg, He was quite adapt with
foot rubs and enjoyed giving his mother and sister them, they of course
loved them too. He felt different today though, kneeling wearing a
dress, a dress that he couldn't take off, being told to rub her feet
before eating. Krissy was eating and enjoying the attention. She sort of
liked having a sister. Her feet didn't stink, but they smelled like,
well feet. Billy continued to gently massage her nyloned clad foot.
Her foot was rubbing on his leg, the nylon... it felt so different.
Krissy ate very slowly, enjoying the attention. She teased him too,
telling him she liked having a foot slave.

Sara watched, thinking he was much more obedient today, usually he would
fight them on any suggestions on any subject. She wondered if she could
get him to do some chores.

Krissy finished eating, wiggled her toes and thanked Billy for the foot
rub, he was now allowed to eat. He could smell his sister's feet on his
hands as he ate his breakfast.

When they finished their leisurely breakfast Sara asked Billy to side
the table. He did without any comments. Krissy opened her eyes wide in
shock. Sara winked.

"Billy after that could you vacuum the living room?"

"Sure Mom," he answered.

Krissy was about to interject when Sara grabbed her hand and shook her
head. She put her finger to her lips in a shh sign. Moments later the
vacuum was running in the living room. "What's going on Mom?"

"I think wearing the dress has put Billy in a more submissive mind set
Krissy. It is a big change for him, he is more vulnerable right now. So
he is not fighting us."

"Do you think it will help his hip?" Krissy asked.

"Oh I am certain he will find at the end of the day that the pantyhose
and heels have helped. He may find his summer is much different than
expected."

"You mean you are going to make him dress this way for the summer?"

"Or longer," Sara said with a grin. "We could go to the thrift shop and
pick out some more dresses for him, if he finds tonight it has helped
his hip."

"I have lots of dresses and skirts that will fit him Mom."

"I know, but I think we will get him some that are his own too, if they
are too long I can shorten them, he looks cute in that short dress, but
we will go through your dresses and skirts too."

"Oh he will like that, the dress he is wearing now is so short I can see
his panties most of the time." Krissy rolled her eyes and giggled.

"Well tell him when you can see his panties, so he stands up straighter.
That is what the website said to do."

Billy returned, he had put the vacuum away after finishing, Sara
couldn't remember the last time he had actually done chores.

Sara watched as Billy sat down at the table with them, being careful to
keep his legs together, he even tugged his dress down a bit when he sat.
"I would like to keep you on your feet as much as possible today Billy.
To see if this is helping your hip, you were limping a lot this morning,
let's see if the heels help you walk without having your hip pop. Do you
think you would mind terribly doing the dusting?"

Krissy grinned, that was one of her chores today.

"No Mom, I don't mind," Billy told her, getting up to collect the dust
cloth and wax spray. He bent over to get them out of the lower cabinet.

"Billy!" Sara called out.

He stood quickly. "What Mom?"

"We do not bend over like that when we are wearing a short dress, you
exposed your panties for all to see, that is not proper behavior. Please
use your legs to bend."

Billy was blushing.

"Be careful when you are dusting too, I don't want to catch you showing
us your pretty pink panties again, do you understand?"

He gulped, she seemed very stern about this. "Yes Mom," he said quietly.

"Yes Mom what? I want to be sure you understand."

"Yes Mom I will not bend over."

She prodded, "And why is that?"

He was blushing hard now. "So you don't see my panties," It was almost a
whisper.

"Good. See that you don't bend. Start in the living room please, you
should have dusted before you vacuumed."

Billy slowly walked out of the room, his legs swishing together, the
nylon rubbing on nylon. His heels clicked, just like in his dreams. His
feet were sore too, he didn't dream about that. He felt a lot different
than he had in the dream too, the dream had felt so real but this was
real.

It was close to lunch time before he finished dusting, moving from room
to room, mirror to mirror, sort of liking being forced to do these
chores. His feet were really getting sore though.

He was resting in the living room, debating pulling out a video game
when Sara walked in. "Sitting down? That isn't going to help your hip."

"I was just resting Mom, my feet are getting sore in the heels."

"Has your hip popped out since you put them on?" she quietly asked him.

"Uhm, no it hasn't," Billy said thoughtfully, it really hadn't. Actually
it wasn't hurting at all. Weird.

"I would like you to take the laundry out and hang it on the line for me
please."

His smart mouth burst open before he could tame it, the old Billy
briefly surfacing. "Mom that is woman's work." Then he stopped.

"Pardon me?"

"That is one of Krissy's chores Mom."

"Hmmm, but that is not what you said, you said that was Woman's work."
She stared at him.

Billy squirmed on the couch a bit.

"Well you are dressed the part today, so I will fill your day with
'woman's work', let's see how you feel at the end of the day. After you
hang the clothes you can make and serve our lunch, clean up then mop the
kitchen floor."

She stormed out of the living room. Billy got up and followed her
instructions. Outside again, but behind the house, where no one would
see him. It still felt strange though, being outside in a short dress,
it was the pantyhose and heels that really made him tingle, the heels
forced him to walk differently, but the pantyhose were always moving,
squeezing his legs, he liked the feeling.

Krissy smiled when he came back in. "Mom said to set the table in the
dining room, for two settings."

"Two settings?" he asked.

"Yes, she said you were going to wait on us," She giggled and left the
kitchen.

Billy stood in the kitchen, his feet were quite sore now, he just was
not used to walking in such high heels, he loved the feeling of the
pantyhose though and being able to walk the house wearing the dress,
free to do so, well not so much free as being forced to. He liked the
dress too, it was so cute. He looked down at his legs that were
shimmering with the nylon. He shivered.

He heated soup and made sandwiches. Then set the dining room table, for
two places. He called out that lunch was ready and Sara and Krissy came
into the room, sat down and looked expectantly at him. He brought the
soup and returned with the sandwiches. He looked at his mother,
wondering what she expected of him now. She pointed to the wall. "Stand
there please, in case we need anything you will be ready," Then she
dismissed him and as she ate she talked with his sister, as though he
was not in the room.

Once she asked why there was not water at the table, he went to get two
glasses, she scolded him for forgetting them. He stood against the wall
again, quietly with his hands held before him. Waiting.

When lunch was finished they both just left the room, nothing was said
to Billy and they didn't even look at him. He quietly sided the table
and washed their dishes. He ate a sandwich in the kitchen.

Sara walked into the kitchen as he finished up, she told him the laundry
on the line could be brought in now, folded and put away. Then to find
her for more chores.

She was still quite stern, his comment had really annoyed her and she
was teaching him a lesson. Billy took the laundry basket outside and
removed the clothes from the line, he knew the short dress was lifting
now, exposing the panties Krissy gave him, but no one was around to
notice, he still kept tugging the dress down though.

When he finished yet another chore, the laundry was back in their
drawers and closets he found his Mother in the living room. "All
finished Billy?" she asked him.

He nodded.

"Krissy and I are going into town, there is a large thrift shop there,
we can get you some dresses and skirts of your own. Some panties and
pantyhose for you too."

Billy squirmed, "I thought we were just doing this for the day Mom, to
see how it went? Why do I need my own dresses?"

Sara looked at her pretty son, who looked more like her pretty daughter.
"Are your legs aching?"

Billy was about to answer no quickly, but realized that they really were
no aching. "No Mom."

"Has your hip popped out at all since you put the heels on?" She asked.

This too, was true. "No it hasn't."

"When you made that website, you didn't expect that your cure, would
actually help you did you?" She asked, noticing he took a very short
breath and froze, then turned a very deep red.

Billy was stuck, he didn't know what to say, there was no sense denying
it, she obviously some how knew he had made that website.

"I am not totally computer illiterate Billy, I know how to see who owns
a domain," She watched him absorb that information. "So then I pondered
why you would do so, perhaps you really wanted your legs to stop aching
and your hip to not bother you so you made the site hoping we would try
you in pantyhose and heels, thinking that it was such a way out idea we
would not try it, but then, I just asked you if you thought the cure
would help you and you didn't say yes," She watched him squirm.

"So that means you wanted to be forced to wear pantyhose, high heels and
short dresses." She looked him in the eye. "Didn't you?"

She waited, he still hadn't answered, and looked like he wanted to run
away. "Billy answer me please," she said quietly.

He nodded and looked down. She lifted his chin. "It is okay Billy.
Really it is. You want to dress as a girl don't you?"

He nodded.

"You want us to force you to dress that way though, don't you? To keep
you in pretty clothes all the time?"

He was quiet. "Billy answer me please, it is okay to just nod or shake
your head."

He nodded.

"Did you like being forced to do our chores?"

He nodded again.

"What if I told you, that from now on, until further notice, you will be
dressed in panties, pantyhose, high heels at all times, and dresses or
skirts, mostly short. Possibly some shorts but always wearing
pantyhose?"

"Well Billy, that is what is happening. From now on, you will be dressed
just that way, we will choose your outfits, you may be told to change
often through the day, in fact I will let Krissy use you as her dress-up
doll, she can tell you to wear any outfit she wants, you should really
like that, and we are getting you some more pretty dresses and skirts
today at the thrift store in town."

Billy squeezed his hands together, it was overwhelming.

She watched him shiver and look at her. "You will be kept busy too,
doing all of the household chores for us."

Billy squirmed and gasped.

"Now go upstairs, and put on the pair of shorts and the top I left on
your bed, keep the pantyhose on but you can wear your sneakers."

He looked at her confused.

"Oh you are coming shopping with us Billy. The pantyhose you are wearing
are skin toned, unless someone gets close, they probably not notice you
are wearing pantyhose, when they get close then they will wonder if you
are a boy or a girl, with your long hair you will keep people confused.
Won't that be fun?"

Billy squirmed, a lot. He was thinking how exciting it would be, but
also how humiliating too. He went upstairs to see his mother had left
him one of Krissy's tops and a cute pair of cotton shorts that showed a
bit of cheek on Krissy when she wore them. He groaned, they were not
even close to being unisex. Krissy peeked in his room and giggled, she
had a pair of her pink sneakers in her hand. "Want to borrow these?"

He looked at her, "Krissy, I can't wear this," he said holding up the
tiny shorts.

Krissy came into his room and put the sneakers on his bed, "If you wear
these it will make you look more like a girl, but you can wear those if
you want and then people will know you are a boy," she said, pointing to
his brand name running shoes. I wanted to put some lip gloss on you and
do your hair, but mom said no.

A few minutes later Billy came downstairs, he had on a teal top that had
scalloped sleeves. The shorts matched, and no matter how he tried, his
cheeks were peeking out from below the hem of the tiny shorts. Sara
noticed he had pink sneakers on too. She grinned.

Billy sat in the back of the car, he looked at his legs, he couldn't
think anyone would not notice he was wearing pantyhose, they were not
exactly a skin tone and they seemed so shine a bit. He slid his hands up
and down them slowly, they were so slippery, they felt amazing. But he
didn't look like a girl and he didn't look like a boy, shopping was
going to be very strenuous.

They pulled into the parking lot, as they got out, he noticed how far
from the building his mother had parked. There were spots closer, he
wanted to park closer. That was not happening though as he was led
across the busy parking lot, he felt that everyone was looking at him.

It was not much better in the crowded store, the aisles were filled with
thrifty shoppers, young and old, c***dren running unattended and teens
trying to find kewl outfits. He jumped when he felt a hand brush against
his leg, a young girl was playing hide and seek with her brother, she
chose to hide behind Billy and had clutched his legs. Krissy was
giggling. Billy kept squirming to get away and the girl matched his
moves, hiding from her brother. Her hand kept sliding along his nylon
encased legs.

Billy sighed, she was not going to give up, then Sara held up a cute
little dress, "How do you like this one Billy?"

He blushed deeply again. The girl looked up at the dress and then at
Billy. "It is very pretty," she told him and then ran off laughing.

Sara took the dress and held it up to him, he shivered, it was a little
girls dress but would fit him. "Hold your arms up Billy," she told him.

What? In the store?!?

"Now Billy," she said, looking sterner.

Billy reluctantly held his arms up and she slipped the dress on him, it
fit perfectly. He looked to be eight now. Krissy was giggling, quite
loudly. People glanced over, Billy blushed again. "Oh you look adorable
Billy," his Mother told him. She tugged the dress off and folded it
over her arm.

"What are you buying that?" Billy asked, dreading the answer.

Sara grinned. "Oh yes Billy.

Krissy was by school outfits and had a short plaid school girls skirt in
her hand, she looked over at her brother and smiled, he gulped.

Standing in the aisle, trying to look unnoticed in the tiny shorts
wasn't working, Sara dumped a few dresses in his arms, he noticed the
tiny skirt Krissy had was in the pile. "You may as well be of some use,
you can carry your outfits." She head out across to a more open area and
called for him to follow, he was not shielded by any of the clothes
racks now, he was out in the open, holding some very cute dresses. Both
arms were filled so he couldn't tug the hem of his shorts down, he knew
they had been creeping up and exposing more of his behind, maybe even
his pink panties. He gulped.

Krissy walked by and added another outfit to his growing pile, she
whispered in his ear, "Cute panties," and patted his behind.

Oh great, he could see in a mirror how much of his panties were showing,
it was a lot! He was also helpless to do anything about it.

When he tore his eyes off the mirror he saw a beautiful girl about his
age staring at him from across the store. She smiled when she caught is
eye. Billy's attention was taken away from her when more clothes were
dumped into his arms. "Let's go Billy, I want to go to the mall to get
you some panties and pantyhose too," Billy gasped and looked around, she
wasn't speaking very quietly at all.

Krissy patted his behind again as he was standing in the line to the
check out. There was a boy in the line behind them. Krissy giggled and
bent down to whisper in his ear. He giggled too. Billy wondered what was
up when he felt a sharp sting on his behind. The little brat Krissy
talked to had a toy pistol that shot darts with suction cups on them,
one had just smacked his behind. Krissy started to laugh louder and
challenged the boy to do it again. Billy squirmed trying to get out of
the way but eagle eye managed to hit him again. Leaving another red
circle on his other cheek. Krissy gave him a high five.

The mall was even worse, walking though the center court in a crowded
mall filled with teenagers milling about was torture for Billy, eyes
followed him, some girls smirked as if they knew. Guys were not sure and
just looked. The department store was at the opposite end from where
they parked, what was up with that? Billy wondered. There was a parking
lot by that store too.

Sara was smiling, this would make him tremble she thought, paraded
through the mall, wondering if people saw a girl or a boy dressed as a
girl. The outfit was not unisex, just as she wanted, if he wanted to
dress as a girl, she would oblige him. Maybe they should visit a shoe
store too, let some clerk fit him with shoes, watching him squirm as his
stocking clad feet sliding in and out of numerous pairs of shoes could
be a lot of fun.

Sara had noticed the pretty girl watching him too, little did he know
she would be attending her summer courses at their house next week. How
much Billy would squirm dressed in that pretty dress she tried on him at
the store when she rang the door bell next week. She was going to find
out soon. So was Billy.

She selected some very pretty panties for him, making him hold each pair
and tell her if they were to his liking, she only offered him bikini
panties, in soft silky materials, all brightly colored. She had him
carry each pair too, as they moved over to a large rack filled with
pantyhoses. Shiny, silky, energizing. Beige, black, some patterns
too, soon his arms were filled again.

Billy's summer was just starting and he was getting exactly what he wished
for. Once they were back home, his mother called him. He saw her pulling
a pair of shiny hinged handcuffs and short metal leg irons from her purse:
“ Turn around, put your hands behind your back and join your feet together”
she told him. A few seconds later, Billy’s wrists were handcuffed in his back
and his nyloned ankles were hobbled in a very short manner, forcing him to
walk by very little steps on his high heels. Sara locked a steel collar around his
neck and connected a leash. She called Krissy: “ Krissy, you can hold your
brother by his leash and you can hook him wherever you want, if you want
to fix him. With his hands cuffed in his back, he willn’t be able to unhook
himself and he’s forced to stay where you want”



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