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BillyDay OneBilly, his mother Sara and sister Krissy, moved to the country, theirnew home was quite large but isolated. This didn’t bother billy toomuch, living in the country with a forest beside the property soundedlike a lot of fun. He was a bit of a computer geek, where as hismother, who managed to use the internet, really knew nothing abouteither. Nor did his older sister Krissy, so Billy was in charge ofkeeping 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 okso hardly ever. He did annoy her a lot, he would spend most of histime finding ways to torment her. Sara was hoping the move to thecountry would remedy this. Billy was quite a handful to manage attimes and managed to get himself into a great deal of trouble.Being slight, he felt he could pass, possibly as a girl. No one hadever seen him dressed up though, he did start to take more chances butwas never caught. He fought his mother often, to be able to keep hishair 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 andactually forbid him to cut it, to teach him a lessonBilly liked to borrow his sister’s clothes when no one was at home, hewas very careful and knew neither his sister nor mother knew of hishobby. 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 forcedto dress in cute clothes and even to do the family chores, kept aspretty 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 thefloor collapsing. His mother and sister jumped in alarm. When hismother asked what had happened, Billy responded that his hip had givenout. She was quite alarmed and asked if he was ok now. He tried tostand but found he couldn’t put any weight on his leg. She had noticedhis hip was bothering him on and off this past few months.”We will have to go to the hospital,” his mother announced, money wasvery 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 popback in, that it went out a few times recently and seemed to pop backin after a while. His sister Krissy helped him to a chair with aworried look. Her long brunette hair not covering her cute but worriedface. Billy grimaced but managed to sit in the chair and told his momnot to worry again.Of course over the next few days, Billy fell to the ground a few timesand his mother became quite worried again suggesting that maybe theybest go see a doctor. Billy knew money was tight so suggested that helook on the internet to see if he could discover something.A few hours later he called his mother to the computer and pointed toan article, his hip was popping out of its joint. This condition wascalled snapping hip syndrome, something that was common for martialartists and those that studied ballet. There was no real correctivesurgery for this, though there were treatments that could help. Itseemed, according to the article, that there were a few things thatcould cause the hip to pop out, each time it popped out, it would doso easier and easier until it may not go back in.His mother was concerned when she read this so she continued on toread 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, shoulderssquare with feet.Cold temperatures would cause muscles to contract, if the legs andhips were kept warmer at all times it would help.Compression was very beneficial for the leg muscles. This involvedcompression stockings or pantyhose.When walking, taking too large a step could contribute to the hippopping out. Billy took very large steps, he was a fast walker.It also seemed, walking with heels raised helped the stretched musclesthat were pulling on the hip to relax, the higher the heels wereraised the more benefit.Bending by the waist was bad, this pulled on the same muscles. Bendingshould 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 orleft, if possible keeping them aligned in front of the waist or behindwould 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. Shethought perhaps if Billy wore long underwear this could help withkeeping his legs and hips warm, but he didn’t have any and it was backto the money being tight again. Also the long underwear would do morethan keep his legs warm, they would become uncomfortably hot. Thearticle mentioned stockings or pantyhose.Krissy was standing behind her reading over her shoulder and noticedthe same thing, she said she found her legs ached a bit since movingbut she found if she wore her pantyhose or tights it solved theproblem.Both of them looked at each other at that moment, a light bulb wentoff. “Billy would never wear pantyhose,” she said to her daughter.”Well maybe if he discovered that they helped he would not fight it somuch,” Krissy said.”I still think he will fight it, I am going to have to put my footdown.”Suddenly Krissy pointed to the screen and said, “Oh look there ismore, it says to click here for page two.”Sara moved the mouse and clicked, sure enough page two appeared on thescreen.The article continued: Snapping hip syndrome is common among balletdancers and martial artists as they extend their legs during trainingcausing hips to become weakened to allow for more stretch.Billy took ballet for a few years, he was quite adapt at it, thishelped his body become quite supple.The website indicated:Treatment for this condition is quite frankly easier for girls thanboys with the following method.Method: This program is designed for a year of trial, in most casesthis year strengthens the hip.Detailed studies have been completed to help with the previous issuescausing the hip to dislodge from its socket. The methodology isunorthodox but the results speak for themselves. First off, it isimperative that the legs and hip be kept warm, but not hot. Womanfound wearing pantyhose or tights would solve this issue, men foundlong underwear to be too hot and uncomfortable, it is not rocketscience, the pantyhose and tights worked. Pantyhose with compressionare even more suited as the compression helps the muscles to relax andkeeps them from tugging at the hip. They are also cooler than tightsor long underwear. It is critical that pantyhose or tights be worn atall 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 itfrom 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 forBilly.”Raising the heels off the floor, or walking on toes will almostimmediately relieve the pain and reseat the hip. Walking in thisfashion for very long becomes difficult though. Wearing high heels isthe simple solution, the higher the better, the ideal position isalmost completely on toes which involves extremely high heel shoes.This site is under construction and will be updated daily with moreinformation 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 methis is why his hip was popping out.”They exchanged glances, getting him to wear pantyhose was going to bea challenge, adding high heels a virtual impossibility.”I am going to need your help with this,” Sara told her daughter. “Wecan’t make a big deal of it.”Billy was in his room on the second floor wondering how his websitewas going over. The thought of being told to wear pantyhose at alltimes was quite exciting to him, little did he know that this wasprecisely 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 hisfantasy, the one that was about to become reality. “Come in,” hecalled out, closing the book he was reading, well sort of.”Billy I read that article you showed me, did you know that there wasa 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 hipwas popping out, from ballet.”Sara smiled. “No there was a page two that had some helpful tips onhow to keep your hip from popping out” She passed the notebookcomputer over to him and watched as he opened the top and started toread.Billy pretended to scan through and then sputtered, “Pantyhose? Mom Ican’t wear pantyhose.””Yes you can honey, the heels too, it is important that we stop yourhip from causing you so much pain, the article said this works, solet’s give it a try, there is only the three of us here, no one isscheduled to visit, it is a good time, besides your legs will bewarmer and stop aching with the pantyhose on.”Before Billy could reply Krissy walked in with her hands behind herback. “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 ofsomething shiny and pink in the middle of the hose.Billy saw the flash and looked at his sister grinning and over to hismother. “Mom don’t make me wear pantyhose please, there must besomething else that will work?”Sara just shook her head quietly back and forth a stern look appearingon her face. “Billy you are to put on the stockings and heels and comedownstairs, I want you to give this a try, if it doesn’t work, then wewill look for something else, but I am serious about this, there is nodiscussion or argument. Now change please.”Krissy stepped forward, her grin quite wide now, holding up herpantyhose and heels for her brother to put on. This was going to begood to see the little twerp prancing around in heels.Billy looked at the pantyhose that were just inches from his face nowand saw the pink again, he turned to his mom… “Panties too? I haveto wear panties?” His face showed a look of shock.Sara held up a pair of his boxers that were lying on the floor “Comeone Billy, do you think it would be comfortable to wear these under apair of snug fitting pantyhose? Thank your sister for your newunderwear Billy and stop this nonsense, they are just clothes, we wearthem all the time.””Girl’s clothes,” Billy complained again, taking the shoes and nylonsfrom his sister. She ruffled his hair. “Come on bro, I won’t tellanyone and look” pointing to her feet below her jeans, “I am wearingthem 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 avery 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 onpanties, pantyhose and heels, furthermore that he had to wear themuntil further notice. He was very excited as he stripped off hisboxers and jeans. Taking the pink satin panties, noticing his sisterselected a high rise bikini, he pulled them on, feeling their snug fitas they slid over his bum. There was a seam in the center at the backthat slipped into his crack, accenting it. There was going to be avivid panty line across the center of his cheeks, he peeked in themirror 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 overhis hairless legs. His sister was always envious that he had no hairon his legs whereas she had to wax.Tugging his jeans back on, he noticed how easily they pulled up, andas he moved he felt them slide across the nylon sending shivers up hisback. With each move he was reminded that he was wearing pantyhose, itwas a feeling that was going to send shivers up his back, all daylong. He looked at the shoes, they were a brown sandal with a fourinch heel. His feet were small so the heel seemed very tall to him ashe slipped his foot in each shoe fastening the ankle strap. Standinghe wobbled a bit, looking in the mirror at the tall heels. He wasclose to standing on his toes, the arch was so high.Carefully he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his motherand sister were making lunch. His heels clicking loudly on thehardwood floors he entered, watching them look first at him and thendown at his stocking clad feet which were peeking out below his jeans.Sara smiled and asked if he felt a difference. Billy acted surprisedand said “my hip is not hurting and it seems to be fine right now, butseriously could you find a pair of shoes with a higher heel?”Krissy reminded him the article said the highest possible heel shouldbe worn and that she had some shoes with much higher heels that theywould 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 lastyear,” 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’twait 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 sandalsnow. “Oh no you don’t missy, you have to stand and walk as much aspossible to get used to the heels and to help reseat your hip.” shetold him. “You can make us lunch.Missy, did she say missy? Billy moaned but his heart did anotherpitter-patter as he was ordered to do chores. His heels clicked as hewalked around the kitchen gathering bread and cold cuts from therefrigerator to make sandwiches. He loved the feeling as the nylonsrubbed against his jeans and the confining feel of the shoes squeezinghis feet forcing him to walk almost on his toes. He planned his nextedit to the web site as he opened a tin of soup to heat. When lunchwas prepared he set the table, his mother and sister talking andwatching occasionally. When lunch was finished he was delegated to thecleanup as they left to sit outside. Later Billy joined them on theporch.Sitting down he reached down and slipped a shoe off. His mothercalled out “Hey what are you doing?”Billy complained his feet were sore. She just said “They will be untilyour feet become used to the heels, but that won’t happen if you takethem off. Don’t let me catch you taking off your shoes again withoutpermission. The article also said you must keep your heels raised tohelp your hip so no way are you taking them off.”Billy’s plan was clicking in place, now he was not allowed to removehis shoes. Then he was surprised when his mom asked, “Isn’t today alawn cutting day, the grass is very tall.”Billy looked out at the lawn, sure enough the grass desperately neededto be cut. His mom said, “No time like the present.” looking at himwith that.. Well get up and do it look.Billy asked if he could go put on his runners so he could push themower about. “No, I just told you that you were to wear those heelsall 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, thatis supposed to be good for the grass,” she smirked. “Put the weight onyour 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 goingto be much warmer, even though the house remained cool most of the daywith all the shade from the trees, the lawn was going to be too hotfor 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 amalready starting to melt.””Billy, put on shorts. I don’t expect you to cut the lawn in yourjeans.””Can I take off the pantyhose then?” he asked, knowing the answer.”NO Billy, I am getting tired of this, you are wearing pantyhose andhigh heels for the rest of the month, stop asking. We will then judgeif 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 notallow you to cool off much,” she called out to him as he was walkingaway.”Aww Mom really?””Yes Billy.”Krissy had heard and quickly provided Billy with a cute, very shortand snug pair of shorts, they were white so he couldn’t whine aboutgirly colors, well mostly white, there was a cute flower patternaround the waist.Later as he walked back and forth, his heels making pushing the mowerso much harder. The only way he could walk was prancing carefully onhis toes. The sun gleaming off his nylon encased legs he was feelingmore like the family servant. Forced to do chores wearing heels andpantyhose. When he finished his mother came over and instructed him tosweep all the walk ways and driveway. He felt so exposed, but almostno one came down the long road, but still…The day continued, both his sister and mother tried to keep him filledwith chores and tasks to keep him on his feet. He would sit down whengiven a chance and remove his heels, hoping to be caught. He was eachtime and his mother was becoming annoyed. “Billy please go and checkthe mailbox, and if I catch you taking your shoes off again I will bevery annoyed”Billy gulped, the mailbox was at the end of their lane, which was morelike a road it was so long, then the mailbox was on the street. Carsdid 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 putmy 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 heprobably knew.Billy began the walk down the drive, his heels clicking loudly on theasphalt. The breeze tickled his legs and the sun beat down at them,the feeling was intense. He felt the nylon rubbing as his legs brushedeach other while concentrating on keeping his balance, still gettingaccustomed to walking in the high heels. He watched a car drive by onthe road as he started to clear the trees, he knew the pantyhose hissister gave him, had a shine to them, they would be noticed if anyonedrove by. He hadn’t expected to be told to wear her shorts. She didpick a very girly pair, he knew she had much plainer shorts, but hewanted to wear these, so he didn’t put up much of a fuss. They werequite snug and were showing a lot more of his pantyhose than anyshorts he owned.He debated going back and saying there was no mail, but there wasalways something, junk mail and a paper. It was another quarter mileof lane to walk before he reached the road, he now felt his mother waspunishing him for taking his shoes off with the long walk and possiblysome embarrassment. He dwelled on what he had gotten himself into ashe continued, he set up the parameters but his sister and mother werethe unknowns in his little experiment. What they could make him do wasthe exciting part.Before he knew it he had reached the end of the drive and looked upand down the road, he couldn’t see around the corner, so there wasreally no way to know… He opened the mailbox his back to the roadwhen he heard a car go by slowly, pins and needles tickled his back ashe broke out in a cold sweat. With his long hair, he hoped the driveror passengers, he wasn’t going to look, would think it was just a girlchecking the mail. The horn tooted and he still didn’t look. He heardthe car continue on and gathered up the mail and paper quickly thenbegan his long walk back to the house.He walked wiggling his behind like his sister did, enjoying thefeeling of the nylon rubbing over his tush, the sun on his back andthe excitement at being seen. He began to think of his next edit,wondering how it would morph with his sister and mother interjectingtheir own ideas. He thought it would be humiliating if he had to walkwith this wiggle all the time…Reaching the house with no more cars sneaking up on him, his feet nowhurting quite a bit from the long walk he again wondered at the eventshe started, knowing now, he was stuck in the high heels and pantyhosefor at least a month with no way out.After being told to make and serve dinner, following up with washingand drying the dishes. Billy felt more like the house slave. They hada perfectly good dishwasher but Billy’s mom decided if he did them byhand he would be forced to stand longer. There was no arguing withher. His feet were really sore now.When his kitchen chores were completed Billy made his way into theliving room, his heels clicking loudly on the floors. It was stillquite warm and the heat finally managed to find its way into thehouse, so Billy was still wearing his shorts, he kept sliding hispalms over his thighs feeling his silky legs. He stood at the edge ofthe living room and asked if he could now sit down.”Yes honey, but leave your shoes on please, you have taken them offquite enough today,” his mother answered. He slipped onto the couchacross from his sister to watch T.V.His sister stretched out, her feet brushing against his thighs. Shegiggled sliding her foot up and down his thigh and said “oh that feelsnice, you do have pretty legs Billy.” watching him blush. She hadcaused 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 waswhat he wanted so this caused a blush rather than an argument as hehastened to do whatever she had asked. sincan escort She enjoyed ordering him about,knowing he had to obey.”Mom don’t you find Billy to be very eager to please today?” she askedher mother, pressing her feet against his thighs. “I bet he would evengive me a foot massage if I asked,” she giggled.”I bet he would love one after wearing those heels all day,” Sarasaid, “too bad he can’t take his shoes off.””How about it Billy, can I have a foot massage?” Krissy askedslipping 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 makesure he stayed on his feet moving around. I think I deserve a rewardfor all my trouble.””Oh all right.” Sara said “Billy rub your sisters feet, she is rightshe did spend her day helping you.”As Billy took her nylon covered foot and started rubbing it hethought, yeah, helping me… more like tormenting and teasing me asshe made me her slave. The aroma of his sisters foot mixing with thenylon teasing his nose. Her feet were damp and he knew his hands wouldbe taking on that same smell. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was thesmell of feet. His mind twitched on being the house slave again.Krissy smiled and rubbed her other foot in his lap, stroking theinside of his thighs as she wiggled it about. “Mmm that feels good, Ithink 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 yoursister asks you to rub her feet, can’t you just do it without making abig deal?”Krissy smiled. “Oh goody, a nightly activity then, this will be sonice to look forward to, my personal foot massager.” Smiling as shestretched her toes out, lifting one foot teasingly toward his face. Heglared at his sister as the aroma intensified while continuing to rubher other foot. She was such a tease. But she made him rub her feetthe entire time they sat there. The nylon of her stockings rubbingover his nylon covered thighs, she seemed to like the feeling as shekept sliding her feet back and forth while watching T.V. He wonderedif she knew what that feeling was doing to him as her delicate feetslid up and down his legs.It wasn’t too long before Sara sent them off to bed, reminding billyto keep the pantyhose on all night and asked Krissy to get a freshpair of panties for him in the morning. She offered Billy a nightshift to sleep in and Sara told Billy he may want to consider that,wearing pantyhose under his flannel PJ’s would be too warm. Billyrelented, excited at the thought of being forced to wear girls clothesto bed too.Before going to sleep he edited the web page, with new tips, fortomorrow, wondering what the changes would bring as they snowballedout of his control today. Snuggling under his covers, the “nightshift” his sister provided was of course very girly, she didn’t missan chance to humiliate him…………….Day twoThe sun was streaming in the window and Billy woke up and stretched,feeling his pantyhose slide across the sheets. Getting out of bed heglanced in the mirror. The cute nightgown his sister gave him barelycovered him, he then realized she had given him a new pair of pantiesfor today, they were on his dresser, as he put them on he noticed thatthey were pinker and covering even less of his behind, he pulled thepantyhose back on and stepped into the heels that were also left onhis dresser, they had a slightly higher heel. Great.Getting dressed first thing in the morning was something none of themdid, they usually lounged around in their nightwear until afterbreakfast. He didn’t have a bathrobe, he wondered what to do when heheard 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 needto talk.””I only have on Krissy’s nightgown Mom,” he yelled back, hoping hewould be told to come down wearing that.”That’s fine honey, it is all Krissy has on, come on down please, anddon’t forget your heels,” she added.Billy sipped the sandals on his feet, fastening the ankle strap andlooked in the mirror, his legs shining with the tan hose right up tohis butt, he would have to be careful bending over or those pinkpanties were going to make an appearance. He was sure he would beteased at that. He noticed that the extra inch of heel really forcedhim to stand on his toes.Moments later he clicked his way into the kitchen where his mother andsister were peering into the computer whispering. His mother lookedup. “Good morning sleepy head. First off how is your hip?”He told her it hadn’t bothered him for a while now. “Since yesterdaywhen 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 mothersaid watching billy stand there in the short nightgown. “The researchindicates, as was mentioned yesterday, that bending from the waistcaused the hip to grind and weaken the joint.” Billy nodded. “So weneed to be sure that you do not bend at all, rather bend your kneesand 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 thisthough, to help curb you or train you to not bend at the waist. It issomething girls learn at an early age.”Billy offered a confused look. His mother pointed to the large mirroron the wall across the room. He looked. “Bend over just a bit,” shesaid.Billy did so and blushed right away, the hem of the short nightgownslid up exposing his pink panties. “Very cute bro,” his sister saidwalking into the room. Billy blushed more.”Bingo,” said his mother. “This is how girls learn not to bend, orthey expose themselves, just as you did, so the world will see theircute little panties too.”Billy stood up and tugged at the hem of the nightgown, but it wasshort and would not come down any more. He glanced in the mirror againand saw he was covered, barely.Krissy giggled.Sara continued, “They recommend that if you wear a short skirt ordress for a while, you will quickly learn not to bend. Just as a younggirl does, just as Krissy did.””Oh I remember that, you would smack my bum whenever you saw mypanties, 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 smackBilly’s bum if you see his panties?””Well, we both will,” Sara told her daughter, glancing at Billy. “Justas I do with you. If I see you expose your panties, I smack thatcheek, if you bend enough that I see panties on both cheeks, youreceive two smacks.””If I remember right, you would increase the smacks if you caught meagain that day,” Krissy said.Billy looked at the two of them. “You expect me to wear skirts anddresses now so you can spank me? That is nuts, no way I am going towear a dress.”Krissy started to laugh and pointed at him. “You are wearing a dressnow Billy, and it is very short.”Billy blushed and his mom continued, “They also said, that tostrengthen your hip you should wiggle your hips back and forth, like amodel does on a catwalk.””Wiggle my hips?” Billy pretended to look confused. His sister got upand walked across the room. “like this silly,” she said as her bumwiggled back and forth in her jeans.Sara watched. “Yes like that but they said more exaggerated, to reallyswing your hips.”Krissy again walked across the room, her bum moving considerably nowin her snug jeans. “You want me to walk like that?” Billy exclaimed.”Yes,” his mother said, “and if I catch you walking without swingingyour bum, I will smack your bum and make you walk back and forth untilyou get it right.”That wasn’t on the website, another way his suggestion morphed beyondhis control.Krissy grinned at him, “Oh do I get to give him smacks too if hedoesn’t wiggle while he walks?” she asked playfully.”Of course, we need to enforce this treatment for Billy, so yes, youwill also smack his bum if you see his panties, or he fails to wigglehis bum when walking, and smack it hard, this is not a game,” Sarasaid, looking into Billy’s eyes.Billy glanced at the website again, he hadn’t put on that the smacksshould be hard, as he was reading he felt something at his ankle, hismother was bending down working on the ankle straps of his shoes. Heheard a click. Then another one. Krissy giggled. As his mother stoodup, 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, hewiggled his foot, felt the lock bouncing on his ankle, the weightfeeling like a brick even though it was a tiny brass lock. A slave,the feeling washed over him again. His suggestions on the website werequickly becoming beyond his control.”Breakfast please,” his mother said smiling, watching her son pranceacross the kitchen in the nightgown, his stocking legs and the highheels clicking on the tile floor. She was enjoying having a servant.He also seemed to be much easier to control, the wild behavior wasgone, he was obedient. This was going to be an interesting month, ifthis continued, she may make it the entire summer… or longer.Billy was quiet as he made his mother coffee, toasted bread, scrambledeggs, already composing his next edit to the page, the slave feelingand the padlocks on his ankles had given him an idea. But once set inmotion, 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 hearhis mother approach. The loud smack and sudden stinging feeling on hisbum was a shock, before he could react she smacked his other cheek.”Bending Billy, you have to concentrate, no bending. I saw your pinkpanties, they are quite cute by the way,” his mother said pulling hisnightgown down. “Next time you get two on each cheek. Too bad theydon’t cover more of your bum.”Having her lift the hem of his nightgown, so she could smack him onhis panties, was so embarrassing, but the tingles that this sentthrough him, left him speechless. He still felt the smacks, glanced athis sister to see her smirking. He wondered how long before she wouldbe spanking him as well. He knew she would be watching closely andquite likely setting up chores for him where he would need to bend.He quietly continued making breakfast, feeling the hem of thenightgown brushing his thighs, tickling his legs. The heels weredefinitely harder to walk in, his steps were more careful. He began toset the table, feeling strange as he walked up to his sister,virtually wearing her clothes, the shoes locked on his feet made himvery aware that he was stuck this way. he placed a plate in front ofher and seconds later felt another smack on his behind. He gasped asthe second smack arrived, his face inches from his sisters, shepeeking into his eyes watching as the second two made him blink.”No bending, Billy,” his mother said, with each smack. Krissy watchedhim blink with each smack, noticing how his face scrunched up and hetwitched, mom was hitting hard, she was looking forward to doing thesame. 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 thepantyhose 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 elsedo you put plates on the table?” he asked.”Bend your knees or kneel,” his mother told him. “Next time you willhave eight smacks on each cheek. Each time they double in number, youwill 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. Hewent back to the counter to get another plate and the cutlery. When hegot back to the table he dropped to his knees and placed them on thetable. His sister watched carefully as he knelt by her feet, she slidher foot along his leg, to the hem of his nightgown, teasing again. Hewaited until she finished before standing up, he was becomingsubmissive 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 hedropped to his knees again and raised the cup as in an offering. Hismother took it from him and asked when breakfast would be ready, yesthis servant routine was becoming very pleasurable. Billy told her afew minutes yet and went to get some OJ for his sister. Again, hedropped to his knees before her raising the glass up to her. She tookit 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,” shesaid watching him blush yet again. “After breakfast could you pick outa skirt or dress for him to wear today?” she asked Krissy, keeping aneye on billy. “Something very short?”Billy turned to look at his mom, still kneeling before his sister whohadn’t taken the juice yet. “How short Mom? Do I really have to wear askirt or dress today?””Not just today, but for the rest of the month you will be in a dressor skirt and heels Billy, longer if this works.” Thinking that keepingher son in dresses for the summer would solve a big problem, no morefighting, arguing from him, just obedience.. and all the chores wouldbe completed. This was too good to be true.”Now, is breakfast ready? Haven’t you rested enough?” she asked herkneeling son. Krissy giggled and took the juice from him.After breakfast, and the clean up, where Billy avoided any more spanksas his mother and sister left him alone in the kitchen, he went intothe living room where his mother told him Krissy was waiting in herroom with his clothes for the day.He went carefully up the stairs, the shoes were so much more difficultto walk in, he wondered about a month of this. Knocking on Krissy’sdoor he wondered what outfit she would choose for him.The door swung open and she pulled him in the room. On the bed was ablack mini dress. He remembered she wore it years ago, it was short,very short. With long puffy sleeves with heart shaped openings at thetop of each sleeve.She told him to take off the nightgown and she would help him with thedress. Before he could offer an objection, she said he was covered andshe had seen his panties a few times this morning, so to just get toit.Billy tugged the nightgown off, folding it neatly and holding it. Shetook it from him and came back with the dress, she held it over hishead and tugged it down. It barely covered his tush, she zipped it upin the back. “You will need help unzipping this,” she said. “I couldnever reach the zipper when I wore it, so I am afraid you will bestuck in it unless we help you take it off.”As Billy tugged at the hem she came back with a black choker andquickly fastened it around his neck, it had a tiny padlock that healways thought was decorative when Krissy wore it, but he heard itclick. “Why do I need a choker?” he asked grasping the tiny lock andtugging, only to find it was not coming off.”It goes with the dress silly,” she told him. “But I can clip a leashto it if you want?” she added teasing… sort of.”Krissy, come on, this is hard enough. I don’t want to wear a dress, Imean, I am a guy. Now I have to wear dresses, panties, pantyhose andheels that mom locks to my feet and now you put a dress on me that Ican’t take off. Then I have to do all the chores. I feel like thehouse 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 itdownstairs, she said to do it one article at a time so you get morewalking in, don’t forget to swish either, unless you want to bespanked….. slave.””One article at a time? I will be doing that all day, up and down twoflights of stairs. I am not going to do it,” Billy stammered butthinking, this is what he wanted, to be forced to do chores and thedress was so cute.”Oh?” Sara said walking by the room with perfect timing. “You are notgoing to do it? We go to all this trouble to help your hip heal andyou just stand there and say you are not going to do it?” Her voicewas rising and she was getting quite angry.Billy hung his head. “But mom these shoes are so hard to walk in, nowwith the swishing you want me to do and the spankings, then up anddown 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 couchwhile your hip gets worse?” she asked him.He looked at her and quietly whispered, “No, I want it to heal tooMom. I will do as you ask.””Good then, but don’t forget to swing your behind, if we catch you notdoing 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 withpuffy sleeves, a flared skirt, a tiny opening below the collar in aheart shape and knowing that he couldn’t take it off or the shoes nowthat he thought of it, he was truly helpless now. The black chokeraround 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 thestairs, of course the first item in the pile was a pair of delicatepanties, and his Mom and Sister were standing watching him. He pickedup the wispy yellow panties and started out the room, he was blushingfuriously. Sure enough he forgot to wiggle his tush.”Billy, I just finished telling you that you must wiggle your behindor you will be spanked. Seconds ago!””Sorry mom,” he replied standing, holding his sisters pantiescarefully looking cute in his oh so high heels and hosed legs. “Thedress was truly short.” She went over and lifted his hem, using abrush from Krissy’s dresser she started spanking him, the swats wereloud and painful. She wasn’t counting, she just continued alternatingcheeks with a methodical spanking.Billy looked in the long mirror again seeing himself in the shortblack dress, the hem raised and smack after smack landing on hisbehind each one stinging more than the last. After forty or so shestopped, his behind was red and very tender but a glow spread throughhim as well, he never thought he would be spanked so long when hestarted this. He never put on the website how many smacks he shouldget, just that he should be spanked. He figured one smack. Boy was hewrong.”Perhaps you will remember to wiggle now, I know your behind isstinging, maybe that sting will jog your memory.” She gave him onefinal hard smack and dropped his hem, tugging it down. “Now back toyour chores.”Holding the panties, Billy walked slowly out of the room, wiggling hisbehind with each step. In his head he started to calculate, yesterdayhis sister wore pantyhose, jeans, a bra, top and panties. Five items,five trips up and down two flights of stairs. He knew he had threedays of clothes in his hamper, so she probably did as well. fifteentrips, about the same for himself and his mother, forty five trips,one item at a time. wiggling, with a stinging behind. a slave. clotheslocked on, such a short dress, he was in a trance as he walked downthe stairs.He walked down the hall catching his reflection in the hall mirroragain, looking at himself in the black mini dress carrying a pair ofyellow panties, turning and going down the stairs to the basement,remembering to keep wiggling, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to bespanked more. Knowing he set that in motion and it couldn’t be stoppednow, wiggle or be spanked, and hard too.Reaching the laundry room he put the panties on the washer and beganhis journey back to his sisters room for the next article of clothingin her hamper.He passed his mother in the hall, she commented on his nice wiggle, heblushed. She said, “You know, you may want to have Krissy do somethingwith your hair, something to match the way you are dressed, then ifsomeone catches a glance of you when you pick up the mail they won’tthink much of it.”Billy stopped. “You want me to get the mail wearing a dress?” Hetugged at the hem, it was just so darn short.”Yes of course, the long walk down the drive is good for you, thiswill be one of your daily chores, rain or shine. So give some thoughtto what I said, maybe some braids or a ponytail, it is certainly longenough” she patted his bum and continued to the kitchen.He continued up the stairs and down the hall to his sisters room, hewas thinking of the long walk down the driveway wearing this dress,more shivers and tingles. Krissy was sitting on her bed going throughsome magazines as he entered, she watched him wiggle carefully over toher hamper where he grabbed the pantyhose sitting on the top of thepile.She smiled and said, “You will have to hand wash those, the machinewill 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 washingis one of the chores, hand washing lingerie is what you do, not justthe pantyhose. Yours too now, your panties and pantyhose” Pointing tohis legs.”What panties too?” he asked.”Umhum,” nodding and giggling.”Billy ask your sister about your hair,” his mom called out fromdownstairs.”What about your hair?” she asked him.”Mom said you should braid it or put it in a ponytail” he said lookingdown but secretly hoping she would.She hooked a finger in the lock at his collar and pulled him over toher dresser, pushed him in to the chair, where he flopped down. Shewas still holding on to his collar and used it to turn his head fromside to side as he sat there holding on to her dirty pantyhose. Moretickles in his tummy.She snatched a brush from her dresser and started working, longstrokes and grabbing hand full’s of his long blonde hair. Pullingtightly she quickly formed a pony tail and a black scrunchy held it inplace. She turned escort sincan his head side to side again and reached over to hermakeup…. Billy was just sitting quietly not paying attention when atube of pink lip stick was waving in front of his face. She pulled hishair back, tilting his head, before he knew it, his lips were a glossysoft pink. She giggled.Just then their mother passed the room and peeked in to see why Krissywas giggling, “oh very cute” she said looking at the ponytail, thennoticing the soft pink lips on her blushing son. She giggled too.Billy started to put up a fight, even though the soft pretty facestaring back at him sort of amazed him. “Mommmmm,” he started.”Oh Mom nothing,” she said, “let your sister have some fun, she has nogirlfriends 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 hisnylon 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 youare.”It didn’t take long to transform Billy, he looked in the mirror andhis reflection sent more shivers up his back. “Mom can I wash this offnow?” 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 goin this direction.He got up from the chair in a trance and took Krissy’s pantyhose tothe laundry room, 46 trips later and another spanking he had all thelaundry on the counter ready to be sorted. He was so tired and hislegs and feet were being tortured. But each time he passed a mirror hesaw this cute blonde girl looking back at him helplessly.His mother met him in the basement and had him sort the clothes intowhites, 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 hecould start hand washing the delicates. A pair of Krissy’s pantieswere on the top of the pile, she handed them to him and told him todip them in the soapy water and then to rub the material with hishands to work in the suds. He dropped them and reached down to grabthem from the bottom of the sink. Of course this got him another hardspanking, he stood there holding the damp sudsy panties while hismother turned his behind red again, each stroke stinging more than thelast, this was a real spanking, totally out of his control.”Be more careful,” he was told. “When the load in the washer hasfinished, put it in the basket and take it outside to hang on theline, Put the colors in the washer. When you have finished handwashing, 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 yourfirst chore, then make the beds. After that you can dust and wax. Bythen the clothes will be ready to hang outside.””Outside?” Oh great, outside dressed like this, locked in his clothestoo, his tummy really twitched. What was going to happen next?He carried the load of laundry, in the basket, upstairs. He wassurprised that he didn’t have to carry each item up one at a time likehe did when he brought the laundry downstairs. He shook his foot, thepadlock wiggled against his ankle, reminding him that the high heelswere locked on his feet, there was no taking them off today. Which ofcourse 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 tinypadlock, pink lips and soft makeup adorning his face, the pony tail hissister gave him with the pink scrunchy holding it in place…. hestared 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 atleast a month. There was no backing out.He smiled a bit at the thought. Taking the laundry up the stairs, hisfeet were becoming quite sore, this was not something he had thoughtof. As he went outside to the line, to hang the clothes, his dressballooned suddenly in the wind, lifting. His hands were full with thebasket so he could do nothing about it. Of course just then Krissy waswalking by and saw. She giggled. “I can see your panties billy.”He blushed, but was then surprised when he received a smack. “Hey, Iwasn’t bending over, that is not fair.”She smacked him again, and again. “If we see your panties we are tospank you. I saw your panties. Two more, hold still” She struck hisbehind 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 ruinthat 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 anythingspills on it.” He wanted to rub his tush, it was burning a bit, but hewas still holding the laundry basket. She grasped the padlock on hischoker again, and tugged him forward so her face was close to his. “Youare very pretty,” she whispered and walked away.His heart was pounding a bit with mixed feelings. He continued to theclothesline and began to hang the first load of laundry up. Of coursehis hands were raised over his head as he attached the pegs. Suddenlyhe felt a stinging slap to his bum. Again.He turned in surprise to see his sister was back. “This is going to befun.” she said, watching him. “You have to hang the clothes, and I getto spank you while you do it. But first, I have something for you,” shesaid with a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she held out a white lacyobject.”No way,” Billy exclaimed.”Yes Way!” she said as she held the pretty apron out. “I will not haveyou messing up my dress with carelessness,” She spun him around andspread the apron over the front of his dress, tying a nice tight bowbehind him. The apron itself was small, Billy didn’t know how it wasgoing to keep much off the dress, it didn’t even reach the bottom ofthe 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’tsplatter 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 seemedto pull the dress a bit shorter. His sister was watching carefully, heknew he had to bend down to grab the laundry and then raise his handsover his head to hang them, she was going to spank him each time hehung 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 evilgleam in her eyes.Sighing he bend down, grasping a pair of panties, hers of course, andstood, ready to hang them up. “Be careful with those billy, they aredelicate, maybe tomorrow you can wear them,” she taunted, enjoying thechange in her brother, watching as his hands raised up to the line tohang 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 smackannounced its arrival as billy jumped in surprise, and pain. Shequickly swung again, smacking his other cheek as he struggled,wiggling, while trying to hang the panties on the line. It was like adance she thought, as he wiggled back and forth, trying to evade thefly swatter as it stung his behind with each smack.Billy looked into the basket, a pair of jeans, a skirt, two morepanties and a top yet to hang. He just gave in, accepting he was in hissister’s control. He went as quickly as he could, the fly swattersmacking time after time, the stings becoming a glow. The swatterseemed to make more noise than inflict pain, but it did sting never theless, and the humiliation seemed to be powerful.Finally he finished, tugging the short dress down, adjusting the apronbegrudgingly, he picked up the basket and actually stuck his tongue outat his sister as he left… to get another load, another load,certainly she wasn’t going to follow him around all day he wondered? Hewas feeling more like a slave, he began to think of another edit forthe website. How much trouble could he get himself into, each editseemed to snowball, out of his control.As he walked in the house his mother was on the way out, she stoppedcold 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 haveour own little maid it seems. Maybe you could get me an iced tea? I amgoing to sit on the patio for a while,” dismissing him she continued onher 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 saidshe wanted the ice tea now, not when he finished the laundry. He wantedto be obedient, it was part of his plan. He got a tall glass and filledit 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. Thedarn thing was so short. He tried to loosen his apron, but his sistertied a double knot and it was so tight he couldn’t spin it around, itwas 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 Krissywas sitting beside his mother, smiling at him. “Oh that lookswonderful, please get me one as well,” she called out.He brought the tray over and dropped to his knees, knowing if he didn’the would bend, and his sister was playing with the fly swatter as shewatched him, grinning she made a swoosh in the air with it.Sara looked at the youngster kneeling before them, holding out thetray, she waited a moment enjoying his submissive. He had always beensuch a handful, it was so nice to see him like this. He looked upwondering why she hadn’t taken the glass yet.”There is no ice billy” she told him, pointing to the glass. “Pleasebring me an ice tea with ice cubes, with a straw too, I think. Wouldyou like a straw Krissy?” she asked her daughter.Billy stood, finding it harder to get up holding the tray as his sistertold him of course she wanted ice too, tapping his pantyhose clad thighwith the fly swatter gently. “Wait billy, you haven’t been dismissedyet,” she joked.Sara giggled and told her not to be mean, it was so nice to have a maidto wait on them, looking at billy blush deeply as he was teased. “Offyou 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 hisbum, the short skirt swaying back and forth. Moments later he was back,two drinks, ice in both. He dropped to his knees between them, holdingup the tray. “You know mom, I could really get used to this,” Krissysaid, taking her ice tea from the little maid.Sara smiled. “Well, we have him this way for a month at least, we willsee 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, hewaited before standing. Krissy was tapping his behind gently with thefly swatter, teasingly. Each tap was getting a bit harder though, Saradidn’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 shetormented him. “Krissy!” she scolded.”Oh you too, always teasing each other, off you go billy, there is workto be done.”Billy vanished quickly, he managed to hang the rest of the clotheswithout his sister tormenting him. Then he wondered what he was to donext, checking the clock he realized it was lunch time already. He wentto the kitchen to prepare soup and sandwiches. He chopped up a fewcarrot sticks and celery sticks hoping to make a more appetizing meal.He wanted this to continue, but also to appear to be fighting it everystep of the way.It wasn’t long before it was ready, should he set the table or see ifthey 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 backdown quickly, that made him think about the next edit more. He was in adaze as he rounded the corner and entered the patio, of course hewasn’t swishing his behind, darn he meant to.”Billy!” his mother called out. “You are not wiggling, I told you thatthey said to wiggle at all times, now go back to the house and tryagain, be sure to wiggle your bum with each step both ways!” They bothwatched as he disappeared around the corner, the dress swooshing backand forth as his hips wiggled. When he returned, rounding the corner tothe 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 wasabout to leave when he heard her pipe up, “Not so fast, you are due aspanking for forgetting to wiggle when you walk, come here please andlift your hem.”He minced over, it was hard to remember to wiggle all the time, ithumiliated him a lot too, but that was the plan, as he stood before hismother he turned, facing Krissy and lifted his hem.”Would you like to borrow the fly swatter Mom?” she asked, holding itup, looking at billy.”No, I don’t think that will be strong enough for a firm spankingKrissy. I will have to come up with something for future, so this timewill be a bare hand again.”Billy heard the not firm enough part, he was trying to remember if hesaid on the website that it should be a firm spanking, oh oh, this onewas going to hurt. Sure enough the first slap caught him by surprise,his eyes went wide and his sister giggled, before he could catch hisbreath she slapped his other cheek, back and forth, firm strong slapson his panty covered behind. Over and over, he did not expect this.Suddenly she stopped. “There, next time will be much more memorablebilly, I hope you remember to wiggle.””Now, lunch please,” she commanded, looking stern. Billy lowered hishem, 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 towiggle. That really hurt, but he felt funny inside too.Billy’s day continued, delivering lunch, being told servants ate in thekitchen, having to wait on them while they ate. He complained to hismother, 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 justwhat they were doing. He groaned.While washing the dishes, forced to do them by hand, he looked at thedishwasher sitting idle, almost mocking him. Billy contemplated what hehad got himself into. There really was no way out of this now, but didhe really hate it?After lunch he tugged the vacuum out of the closet, he knew he would beexposed, so he knelt before it, pulling it out carefully. His motherwalked by, noticing he was kneeling rather than bending over. “Goodgirl billy” she said, teasingly. “Now you are using your head,” Shestood before him, telling him which rooms needed vacuuming, remindinghim to dust them first as he knelt there looking up at him. His dressbarely covered his legs, hands resting on his thighs, slowly caressingthe tan nylon covering them, trying not to draw attention to what hewas doing as he listened. She reached down and took his chin, liftinghis head up, so he was looking at her, tilting it slowly back andforth. “Krissy did a fantastic job with your make up honey. You arevery beautiful you know.” She smiled and went on her way, leaving himin a daze still kneeling beside the vacuum. It sure seemed that she washappy that he was being forced to look so pretty.He glanced over at the hall mirror that was opposite the closet thevacuum was kept in. He saw a pretty blonde girl with a long pony tailkneeling, wearing a maids dress, he could see one of the padlocks thatwere fastening his heels to his delicate stocking encased foot. Lookingup he saw the other lock, on his choker, above the softly made up facewith delicate pink undertones. He had no idea things would move thisfar or this quickly. Where would it go next?Just then Krissy walked into the hall. “Where is Mom?” He saw theblonde 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 managedto “Hoover” the living room.. With the Dyson. Then he went to find hismother, to see what he needed to do next. He would rather sit, his feetwere so sore, but she made it clear that was not an option. He foundher 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 frontof his apron, feet dancing a bit as he tried to relieve the pain thehigh heels were causing.”Hmmmm, have you checked the mail yet?” She looked into his eyes, hislong eyelashes blinking rapidly.”No Mom, do I have to?””Yes honey, this is one of your duties, each and every day, even on theweekend, 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 seeyou.”Sighing, billy clicked away, tugging the dress down as much as he couldagain, 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 thereand back. If I catch you not doing so, you will repeat the trip, butyour behind will be red.”He gulped. “Yes Mom.”Opening the front door, the sun radiated down on him, it was a warmbright day, It was like a spotlight was on him and his legs weregleaming as the stockings became glossier as they reflected the intenselight. 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 notlong at all before he left the trees and was walking in the clear. Hiseyes were on the road, hoping no one would go by. They rarely did, butstill.His behind was shifting side to side, the dress swinging back andforth, as he swiveled his hips, as instructed. His thighs wouldoccasionally rub together, the soft nylon quite slippery as they met.This sent little shivers up his back. The nylon was tight too, encasinghis legs, and bum, rubbing on his, well they were tight. His sister hadgiven him energizer support hose, they would constantly remind him whathe was wearing, all day massage indeed.He reached the mail box with no one seeing him, he was pulling out thepaper and there was only one letter, when he heard a car! Oh great. Hekept 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 rollingdown.”Hello?”A woman’s voice. He had to look, there was no way out, he turned, therewas a pretty girl in the passenger seat, she must be in her earlyteens, her mother, it must be, they looked alike, called out again, “Hithere”.Billy stammered a hello, blushing. He couldn’t help it.”We are your neighbors, over there,” pointing to the farmhouse nextdoor, quite a way off actually, but their neighbor never the less. “Iam Debbie and this is one of my daughters, Robyn, Amy is at a day camptoday.”Billy smiled nervously, before he could say anything she asked “do youwork 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 mailand paper,” he sort of stammered.”Oh, well it is a very cute look, you will all have to come over for adinner sometime, there is a nice walking trail connecting our twoproperties, 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 theydrove slowly off, the window rolling back up. Robyn waved and smiledcheerfully 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 ofquestions, which he answered. He blushed when she asked him what theysaid about him dressed as a pretty girl. He told her that he didn’tthink they knew he was a boy. “Oh, well we will have to straighten themout 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 forher glass to be filled, or to pass the salt, or seconds served, just tohave him wait on her. Watching closely to be sure he didn’t bend. Hewas very careful, feeling strange, as he really acted the part of maid,during dinner. After clearing the table, he was permitted to eat, inthe kitchen. Before cleaning up.It was almost an hour later he entered the living room and asked if hecould sit down. His mother was knitting. “Be a dear and hold this ballof wool for me, it keeps rolling away. If you are tired, you can kneelhere, beside my chair.”His heart fluttered. Still the servant.Krissy piped up, “Don’t forget my foot rub too billy,” wiggling hertoes at him. She tapped her watch, times a ticking.When his mother finished knitting, he turned to his sister, gettingready to get up and join her on the couch, to rub her foot as she hadreminded him three times in the past thirty minutes. “Oh just staythere,” she said, sliding down so her feet were at the end of thecouch.Her feet were small, just like his own were, sort of cute too. Herpainted 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 hehas become?”Finally billy’s day was over, he was upstairs, the heels and dressunlocked, and removed. Sitting in the tiny nightgown Krissy gave him,it was sincan escort bayan white and pink and it had to be the most girly one she had, hewas sure. It was as short has his dress had been, with ruffles andlace.He was on his laptop, editing the website, he had had many ideasthrough the day. His heart was pounding as he clicked on the uploadbutton, he was committed now, just as today proved, there would be nogoing back, he was going to be deep in it tomorrow. He wondered how itwould morph, beyond his expectations.********************Day three, it continued.The sun streamed in the window, billy stretched and his legs slidacross the sheets. The slippery pantyhose he was required to wear allthe time, felt delicious as they rubbed over his sheets. He wokequickly. Wondering what today was going to bring, he had made quite afew changes to the site. His heart pounded thinking about what he haddone.Getting out of bed he stepped on his floor and his foot hurt, it hurt alot, 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 hismorning shower. Krissy would, no doubt, provide him with today’soutfit. He wondered what she would give as he lathered his long blondehair. He hadn’t had a hair cut in months and months.Returning to his room, sure enough Krissy had been in. There was afresh pair of panties, white bikini cut, with pretty flowers in a lightflimsy material. The same black dress he wore yesterday. It was pretty,but it was so short. There were new shoes on the floor, they wereclosed toe pumps, a bit of a suede finish, in black. Finishing off hisoutfit was a pair of black pantyhose. He felt butterflies again. He wasto be a maid again then.He dressed, there were three padlocks in the pile of clothes, he lockedthe shoes on, and the choker again. There were no keys though. He wasat their mercy once again. The shoes, the heels on them. They werehigh, much higher than the previous shoes. With his tiny feet, he wasalmost standing on his toes. The arch was painful, but he noticed whenhe put the shoes on, his feet didn’t hurt as they did when he walkedbarefoot. That was strange, was he getting so he would have to wearhigh 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 onthe phone in the kitchen. He made his way downstairs. She greeted himwith a smile. “Mom zipped out early this morning, she will be back inabout twenty minutes. She said that way you could have coffee andbreakfast ready for us when she returned. Pancakes would be nice,” Shenodded to provide extra emphasis with that suggestion, her brunettecurls bouncing.”Oh”, she turned and picked up the apron on the kitchen table, “let’snot forget this”. Motioning for him to come over. His heels clickedloudly as obeyed her.”Billy!””What?””You are not wiggling, do you really want to start the morning with aspanking? Go back and do it again. Wiggle your bum please.”He felt humiliated doing this in front of her, he felt tingles againthough 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 hepresented it to her meekly. He was enjoying serving her, she did takesuch advantage of him too. “More sugar please” she said, handing thecup 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 seeif she was pleased this time. Just then Sara entered the room,returning from a shopping trip as she placed two bags on the table. Shelooked at billy, kneeling before Krissy submissively, wondering how hewas going to react with what was in store for him today. Oh well, hehad no choice.”Good morning sleepy head,” she teased him. “I have some things foryou, come over here please.”He rose off his knees, trying not to expose his behind, knowing theshort 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 wason the website. Oh they had read it already. Billy thought, thenwondered what was going to happen now.Sara pointed to the screen, read that please. She waited while billypretended 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. Shepicked a small one up. “Wrist please”Billy gulped and held up his wrist, she fastened one of the smallercollars on his left wrist. There was a click as a tiny padlock wasshut. He looked at the pink ring around his wrist. She picked upanother collar. “Next please”.Billy held up his right wrist, the pink collar was locked on it aswell, just like his left wrist. Krissy giggled.Sara knelt before him, billy felt her fingers sliding around his nylonclad ankle as yet another pink collar was locked on him. Shorty bothankles 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 behobbled to restrict the length you can move your foot. They also said,it was important to keep your shoulders straight, to avoid twistingyour hips, so the wrists must be manacled as well,” she fastened theshortest chain between his two wrists, it had wide links, two moreclicks as the locks clicked shut. She bent down and taking anotherslightly longer chain, also with wide links, she connected his anklestogether with this.He looked down, the pink was very bright, the chains a shiny silveralso 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 hiswrists, they were almost touching. But it wasn’t to end here. No, therewas one more collar.He, of course had suggested on the web site that his wrists and anklesbe 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 thechoker please,” Sara asked her daughter. She lifted the last collar,the larger one. As soon as Krissy removed the choker, Sara stood beforebilly, who was very quiet, standing like a statue, trembling a bit andlocked the last collar around his neck. Taking the longer chain, sheused one more lock to attach it to the front of “his” new collar. Shefed it through the wide chain at his wrists, it was a narrow chaincompared to the other two hobbling his ankles and wrists, so it slippedthrough the links with ease. She then locked it to the center of thechain between his ankles. “There, now you have to keep your wristscentered in front of you, you can raise and lower them, but will not beable to twist. I should email this suggestion to the website, I thinkit is a good idea.”Billy tugged at his wrists, he felt so helpless now, he moved them up abit, the chains rattled as he did so, he took another step, the tightpantyhose squeezed him all over, the chain clinked as he took a tinystep.”Now billy, lower your head, hold on to your dress and move your rightfoot behind your left.” She waited for him to follow her instructions.”Bend your knees outward and keep your back straight. Don’t bend, ifyou do your bum will stick out and I will smack it. Bend straight.”He followed her directions. “Gracefully stand up straight, do itslowly,” she instructed.He did so.”This is a curtsy. The site said this will strengthen your hips, to dothem often. Each time you enter a room with someone in it, you willstop and do a curtsy. If you are given a direction, you will do acurtsy 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 areslow doing a task, or mess it up, fail to wiggle your bum, we shouldmake you do ten or more curtsies. You will still be spanked too, if youshow your panties or fail to wiggle, but now you will curtsy too. Doyou 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 anothertype of curtsy, it is a court curtsy. So follow along and I will teachyou how to do this one too, it is harder to do.”Billy was surprised, he knew nothing about this, and as she said, itwas not on the site, here we go again, changes beyond his control.”This curtsy is a deeper form of respect, you bend deeper. Extend yourright foot behind your left, keep your back straight and lower yourhead, look down. Bend your knees outward again but do so until yourright knee is almost on the floor. Stay that way until I tell you torise.”Billy did not too bad of a job with his first court curtsy, she madehim do five more until he was more graceful. When you want to speak toeither of us, I want you to do a court curtsy and wait until you aretold to rise, then you will be given permission to speak. Do youunderstand?”Billy curtsied yet again, blushing, humiliated. “You are not permittedto talk unless you do one of those curtsies, to ask permission.”Krissy said “Don’t forget the dancing Mom,” she offered helpfully, soenjoying 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, moveyour 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 saysto ‘dance for me billy’. This is what you will do. You will dance untilyou 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, thatkneeling is better, if you kneel and stretch out your back, foldingyour chest on to your legs, it is a good exercise and allows you torest. When you have nothing to do, you may kneel. Stretch your armsbefore you, over your head so you are almost flat on the floor. Try itnow please.”Billy curtsied, he remembered, then knelt down, slid his hands alonghis thighs and stretched them over his head, until his forehead was onthe floor. “Good, stay that way until I tell you to rise please.”Billy hadn’t realized, but he was stretched out before his sister, shecasually pressed her foot onto the chain between his wrists, holding ittightly 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 comefor 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 funshowing 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 quitebeautiful. She got along very well with both billy and Krissy.Sara told billy he could get up and make breakfast now, Krissy waited aminute before moving her foot, she felt him tugging on his wrists buthe was unable to get up until she released him.”Mom I don’t have to continue this if Jenny is coming do I?” tugging onhis chains, trying to get use to his restricted movements.”Billy! You are to do a court curtsy before speaking, next time youspeak without permission will be punished!”She gave him a stern look and continued. “Billy, you are going tocontinue with this program until at least the end of the summer, longerif it is working, being home schooled we don’t have to worry aboutothers seeing you, besides it is for your health. There is nodiscussion about this.”Billy groaned, Jenny was going to be worse than Krissy, he just knewit, but then tingles started again, deeper ones, to be forced to servethe three of them. OMG.Billy was making the pancakes, standing before the stove, his reach waslimited being shackled, it was very difficult to cook. “Billy, whileyou 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 heheard “Billy! I gave you a command, what do you do when given acommand?”Billy turned he quickly curtsied.”Five more please, you must remember this.”When billy finished embarrassing himself more, with the degradingcurtsies in the so short dress. The chains rattled as he completed eachcurtsy causing him to be reminded what he was reduced to, he began tocook 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 howpainful it was, that we found this website, I gave her the address ofit, is that what it is called? Address? Billy?””Yes Mom, it is an address.””Keep dancing dear,” she continued, “anyway she understood and saidthat billy was very pretty. I told him how the site said we needed thechains, 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 beinterested in the home schooling, it seems that there are no schoolsnear here, so they may come here for their schooling.”Sara looked at Krissy grinning. “She also said, if we run out of choreshere, that they could sure use a maid next door, any time we wanted tosend 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 takecare of by herself, she has it tough too, it is nice to help outneighbors when you can. Billy would benefit from doing the chores, somaybe.”His heart was pounding, to be next door, chained up and locked in hisclothes, forced to do chores for strangers? In front of her twodaughters? 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 trulybe helpless.The feelings were almost overpowering billy now, with the pancakescooked, he brought them over to the table, placing a stack of them inthe center. He already had the syrup and butter on the table. Hischains 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 bendingbut they were deep in conversation about the neighbors.Sara noticed he had finished serving, she pointed to the floor. “Justkneel there until we are finished billy. Stretch out as before please.”As they ate, the phone rang, Sara went to answer and billy promptly satup, kneeling normally. When Sara returned she was annoyed. “Billy Itold you to kneel. Now kneel and stretch out.” He did, extending towardher chair. Before sitting, she lifted her chair and placed the legbetween his arms, by his cuffs. When she sat, he was stuck there, hetugged but the leg of the chair was holding his arms secure. They at aleisurely breakfast while he was secured in his chains. She did itwithout comment.Krissy got up to get another juice for both of them, she giggled andsnatched 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 thechair. Sara took her glass of juice rising. “Oh you too, always jokingaround,” 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 sofar, he couldn’t turn his head away. She was so evil sometimes. Shenibbled on the last of her pancakes and drank her juice slowly while heknelt there, face pressed into her feet unable to move.She was going to have such fun with him today she thought. Planning asshe wiggled her toes.Billy struggled, tugging on his wrists, but they were held firm by theleg of the chair that his sister was sitting on. With her feetwiggling under his face he was humiliated so much that he could hardlystand it. He tried turning his head, but it was not comfortable in theposition he was forced to kneel in. So having no choice, his face waspressed against both of her feet, her wiggling toes were tickling hislips. The smell was not horrible, but it was strong, there was nodoubt that was adding to his humiliation. She had wiggled her feet sothey came in each side, so his forehead was still on the floor,because of this crafty move on her part, he was pressed tightlyagainst them. As she wiggled her toes, they kept parting his lips. Sheof course couldn’t know this as his head was covering them.Finally she pulled her feet away and stood up taking the chair away sohe was free. “Stand up billy, I have to fix your hair and makeupbefore you start your day.” She tugged at the lock on his collar,pulling him along as he struggled along in the much higher heels withthe hobbles. She was looking forward but whispered back “you better bewiggling your bum billy, if I look back and you aren’t I am going tohave such fun spanking you.”Such fun? Billy wondered? He felt his face blush once again as hepassed the hall mirror, he saw the maid being pulled along by hercollar, chained up so tightly, from the side he could see just howhigh those heels were, she was standing almost on her toes. He noticedhis sister had stopped, she was watching him look at his reflection,she caught his downward look at his heels and whispered once again, “Ihave much higher heels waiting for you pretty, soon you will bestanding on your tip toes all day.” she tugged again as billy digestedthis. Tip toes?The stairs were hard with the hobbles, but he managed, with his wristschained he couldn’t grasp the railing, he had to climb them carefully,each step the heavy chain rattled against the stairs, there would beno 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 lookedpuzzled. Before he knew it, he was seated in her room at her makeuptable, she was fluffing and curling his hair, freshening his makup,soft pinks yet again, a little brighter pink on his lips, moreexaggeration on his long eyelashes. When she finished he was a work ofart, quite beautiful.He shuffled off to gather the laundry, there was not much to pick upthis time, and no one said one trip per item, he wanted to getdownstairs before they thought of it. He only had a pair of pantiesand 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 togather them all up as well. He entered his sister’s room, hoping tomake it one trip. It was hard to hold everything with his hands almostconnected, harder still to pick them up. She pointed to her laundrypile, jeans, top, bra panties. Phew, he picked them up. He was aboutto leave when he heard her call out.”Billy.” He turned, she was removing her little ankle socks, she hadworn them yesterday, all day, and it was hot. She had slept wearingher socks as well, the house became quite cool overnight and shealways wore socks to bed. She tossed the first sock on the floorwatching him, seconds later the other fell at his feet. “Those areprobably pretty smelly billy, please wash them too.”She watched him bend, trying to pick them up, but he kept droppingother items, she figured he was trying to manage with one trip,grinning she went over, picking up the socks she realized he stillwould 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, inyour tight chains, just to get these socks, or I can fix it so you cancarry them in one trip with the other laundry, you pick.”He looked confused. She held the socks up, close to his face, they didsmell. She whispered, “Open up.”His eyes went wide.”Your choice, two trips, or one.” she waved the socks closer, almostunder his nose. “Hurry, the offer is about to go away.”Closing his eyes, heart pounding for some reason again, he opened hismouth.”Wider”He felt the material brush his lips as they entered, she pushed themin deep, much deeper than he thought she would. This was cruel. Thenthe 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 outof her room. Of course just then Sara walked by, noticing his largepile of laundry. Looking up she noticed his mouth, and the pink andwhite socks peeking out. “Billy, what have you in your mouth???” sheexclaimed.He of course, could only mumble.Sara looked at Krissy, who was thinking fast. “I got tired of himcomplaining 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 onthat website. But he went on and on, finally I couldn’t take itanymore, so I stuffed his mouth shut.”Sara looked sternly at billy. “Billy! We are just trying to help, youcan’t fight this, to teach you a lesson, keep those socks in yourmouth until you have finished the laundry, when it is hanging on theclothesline, you can hand wash them, and hang them up too, but takethem out before then and I will really find a punishment for you. Doyou understand?” she waited. He curtsied.He glared at Krissy, but she just smiled sweetly at him, grinning. Thesocks tasted horrible. It would be an at least an hour before he wasready to hang clothes out. He looked at his mother, back at Krissy andgave up, walking downstairs carefully, taking the dirty laundry withhim. Even the soiled socks that were pressed in his mouth.He separated the hand wash items, panties, bras, stockings from thepile and put the rest in the washer, they were all dark clothes, hewas getting off easy today he thought, as he watched his chainedwrists add the detergent. Perhaps not so easy, but he was loving thechains. He felt so kept, the house slave. It was beyond what he hadplanned.He moved to the sink to begin his hand washing, the mirror

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