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Rattling chains or Day Three 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 knot. 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 knotted 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 passed off, 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 scattered 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 grape 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 knot. "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 knot 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."