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 ï>¿Sandra's Story Continues by Mercie

   Part 1- Self Bondage

   I went to bed early that night, but sleep didn't come easy.  I kept
thinking of how those guys all got to see me, at first little glimpses
under my nightie and then later stripped down to my pantyhose.  I was now
naked in bed, nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking
chairs. I woke again at 4 am, wondering how much of me they could see.  So
I turned my light on and put the pantyhose back on, and stood in front of
my full length mirror.  Pretty hot, I thought to myself.  Of course they
can see my breasts, but standing they really couldn't see that much down
below.  I sat on the end of my bed and opened my legs.  Still, they
couldn't REALLY see it all now, could they?  I eased myself on my back and
opened my legs wide.  Yes, that's what would need to be done, but of course
I could chicken out and close my legs.  But suppose I couldn't?  I put my
feet on the footposts of my bed and thought OMG it's really out there now.
Before I knew it, my sleepy mind was telling me to get some dance tights
and tie them to each of my 4 bed posts.  Just an experiment, I told myself.
Anyway, I could hardly tie both hands so I could always get out.  I made
loose knot loops in the tights at my headboard and tied my ankles to the
posts in my footboard.  I got them nice and tight.  I leaned back to have a
look, then thought if I put a pillow under my butt it would give a better
look so I tried it and sure enough, I could see everything in the mirror.
But I can still cover my breasts.  So I slipped my left hand in the loop I
made in the headboard tights and pulled it tight and gave it another knot
with my right.  One hand would be all I need to free myself.  But I could
still cover up.  So I reached and after several tries got my right wrist
into its loop.  Of course I could just pull it free at any time.  Satisfied
that I was as fully and helplessly exposed as I could get, I fell asleep.

   At 5:30 I heard a noise.  Damn, it was mom getting up!  Why so early,
she doesn't work for another hour?  I tried to pull my right hand free to
untie myself but I must have pulled the slipknot tight while I was
sleeping. I was really tied up!  I heard her footsteps approach my door. 
"What are you doing up?"

   "Uh....nothing mom.  Just reading!"

   "Since we're both up we might as well talk..." she started to open the
door!
:"NOOOOOOO!  DON'T!" Too late.  She saw me!

   "What in the heck are you doing?  Who did this to you?"

   "I did it myself.  I just wanted to see what it would feel like...  I'm
sorry mom.  Please untie me."

   "Not until we talk this out.  I thought maybe you had enough exposure
yesterday and I was going to see if your brother would let you out of the
bet.  But it seems that you enjoyed it and want some more.  Do you like
humiliation?"

   "Mom no.  Look, I admit that I do tease the boys a little and I did
subconsciously want to lose that bet.  But I know better now.  Can you
please untie me and we can forget this ever happened?  Just tell Ted he
can't be seeing me like this all the time."

   "No, when you make a bet you have to honor it.  I'd like to help you but
I can't.  I know you may think I was a little hard on you yesterday, but
there are some things you have to learn for yourself.  Number one is that a
LADY always makes sure that she doesn't reveal more than what she should.
Do you think you were ladylike by posing for those boys in your nightie?" I
groaned and shook my head.  "And then you agreed to a stupid bet that you
knew you might lose?  Been there, done that."

   "When?"

   "When I was about your age, your uncle Roger spotted me 15 points in
ping pong.  Loser had to spend a week in their underwear.  Let me tell you,
he was a lot better than I thought he was.  But really, I wanted to lose
just as much as you did.  Like mother, like daughter I guess.  You want to
be exposed but you want to do so unwillingly, and I'm going to help you."

   "Roger made you run around in your underwear?  What did grandma say?"

   "She said I made my own bed and I could lie in it."

   "What about uncle Frank?'

   "Of course he enjoyed it.  What healthy young man wouldn't.....  WE'RE
IN HERE, COME ON IN!"

   "MOM!" Can you please untie me?  I can't let Ted see me like this." Too
late.  Ted came into my room, instantly waking up and at full attention,
judging by his sweats pointing out at me.

   "Mom, why did you tie her up?"

   "I didn't.  She did this herself.  Wanted to see how she looked fully
exposed.  Sit down, look all you want."

   "MOM!  PLEASE!"

   "A LADY wouldn't put herself in such a situation.  Not to mention, what
would you do if a fire started?  So you plan to go to the beach in your
underwear today?  Let's see what you've got." She went to my underwear
drawer and threw them on my bed.  Say, this white pair is kind of sheer. 
Oh, it's really sheer."

   "MOM!  He already decided on the pink."

   "He can change his mind if he wants.  These lilac panties are nice. 
Ties at the side, that could be fun.  What do you think, Ted?  Too sheer
for public wear?" He shook his head, grinning like a cat that ate the
canary.  Now here's the matching bra.  A little flimsy don't you think?  Do
you hope for it to come apart when you wear it?"

   "Look, I said I'd wear the pink one."

   "It's Ted's choice.  Pick out the panties and bra you want and hide the
rest of them somewhere.  She won't be needing them." God.  What a fool I
was.  I just had to see what it was like to be helpless but I didn't think
it would be in front of anybody.  They left the room and mom got ready for
work and Ted went back to bed.  I was left as they found me, and the knots
were just as impossible as they were earlier.  I'd have to get help.  He
chose the lilac panties and the matching bra.  It would be obvious to
people on the beach that I wasn't wearing swimwear.  Now I was getting
hotter than ever thinking about it, but unable to reach myself and relieve
the tension.  I ground myself into my pillow but it just wasn't going to be
enough.  Frustrated, I fell back asleep.



   Part 2 Beach Day

   When I woke up, it was light out.  I raised up my head to see Nigel and
Mark looking directly at my crotch.  They called Ted in the room and he
came in and stroked my thighs.  "Hey, hands off!"

   "Do you want to get untied or not?" I realized I had no leverage and the
three of them caressed my legs.  Finally, Ted broke it up.  "OK guys, time
to let her out.  No getting dressed now, understand?" I nodded.  He untied
me but left that tights tied to the posts.  I got up to pee and went down
for breakfast.  We hung out and did the dishes and soon it was time to go
to the beach.  "Here, change now" he said, tossing the underwear to me.  I
quickly put the bra on and pulled my pantyhose off.  What difference did it
make now, they've already seen it all.  I tied the panties to my hips and
was more covered than I have been in a day.  We packed the car with drinks
and snacks and headed down to the beach.

   I carried a beach blanket in front of me, giving me temporary cover.  We
went to one end of the beach, with only a volleyball game in progress to
our left.  I recognized a few players from my high school and exchanged
waves with them.  One was my bestie, Wendy.  All of them had bikinis on. 
Nigel and Ted went to the water to splash around and Mark went to chat up
the volleyballers.  That figures, I thought.  They spend the morning
staring at my pussy and then leave me alone to make time with other girls.
I lay on my stomach and watched the volleyballers, Mark motioned for Nigel
and Ted to come over and talk to the girls.  The three of them talked to
the whole group, then Mark returned to me and the other two watched the
girls play some more.  "Looks like you need some sunblock.  Allow me." He
knelt beside me and plopped a big gob on my back, then spread it into my
skin.  Next he worked the back of my legs over and over again, working his
way up.  Then he put more goo on my panties and smeared it in, saturating
the fabric and working some under the panties and feeling my bare butt
freely.  I offered a meek protest but was ignored.  Then on to my neck,
shoulders, and arms.  He then undid my bra clasp and worked the area under
where the straps go.  I made an effort to redo the strap but he stopped me
and said he'd take care of it, which he did.  He went to the water and I
saw Wendy walking toward me.

   "Hey girl, is that a swimsuit or underwear?"

   "It's underwear, just don't tell anyone.  Look, I'm glad you came.  I
need your help.  You know how to sew, right?" She nodded.  "You've got a
machine, right?" She nodded again.  I really NEED you to help.  I want you
to bring a dress over for me in one of those bags that zip.  Then when you
take the bag back the one I want you to alter will be in it."

   "What dress do you want?"

   "It doesn't matter.  I can't wear the....  well, never mind."

   "Will I have to run around your house in nothing but pantyhose?"

   "THEY TOLD YOU?  Those creeps.  Yes I got suckered into a stupid bet. 
If you stick around, they might make you.  But I'll pay you for the thread
and for the time.  Just help me out, will you?  It's super important."

   "I don't know.  It does sound kinda kinky to run around the boys nearly
naked.  Maybe not.  Maybe I can just pop in and leave without stripping. 
How does next Tuesday sound?"

   "Perfect."

   "You owe me for this.  And you're going to make it good right now.  It's
time for the hazing of the incoming freshmen girls on the volleyball team.
But there's only three of them.  You and I will join the freshman against
the upper classmen."

   "But we're seniors."

   "But we're not on the team, are we?  Melissa will explain the rules,
let's go!" Again, if I had any sense, I'd have stayed there and let Mark
put the lotion on my front.  But no, I'm an idiot.

   We got to the game and the Melissa, the captain of the volleyball team
called us all together.  "OK girls, Wendy and Sandra and the freshemen,
over there." We went to the side of the net that she pointed to.  Wendy and
I were on a team with Candy, Brittany, and Beth.  "Alright ladies, let's
see if you have what it takes to make the team this fall.  You get one last
chance now to fix your suits as best you can.  When the first ball is
served, nobody gets to fix their suit.  If a boob pops out, it pops out. 
If your bottoms fall off, they fall off.  The losers will perform jumping
jacks, 2 jumps for every point you lose by.  Winners will fix their suits,
losers stay as you wind up.  My team serves first, get ready!" Holy cow. 
Me in my sunblock-weighted panties and a flimsy bra.  OMG.

   The first couple points were just aces for the server on the other side.
We couldn't get to the ball in time.  We spread out, and the ball cam to
Candy, who set it up for Beth.  But when she set it up for the smash, her
left boob popped out.  I just looked at her instead of doing my spike. 
Down 0-3.  Poor Beth, who resisted the urge to pull it back in.  "Suck it
up, girls" called Melissa from the other side.  The next ball again came to
Candy and I did my best to set it up for Beth who spiked it into the other
side for a point.  Still only one boob out for her.  I rotated to the
serve. Sure enough, as I served I could feel the bra strap popping.  That
ratfink Mark only did one of the hooks and not two!  My bra was just
hanging there in front, sometimes covering me and sometimes not.  Even
worse, the return came to me and I hit it badly, losing the point and my
boobs were hanging freely, though the straps were still on my shoulders. 
The game continued and before long we were down 10-4, both of Beth's boobs,
both of mine, and one of Wendy's was out.  Candy was somehow unscathed.  I
was getting quite annoyed.  On the other side, the girls were all fully
decent.

   The next serve went behind me but wasn't going to be long.  I dove for
it and managed to get it toward Candy, who couldn't be bothered to take two
steps for it.  I was livid.  My panties took on some sand and were hanging
low.  My bra slipped off on one shoulder and I couldn't pull it back up. 
Again it was served in my direction, it seemed all the serves were going to
as long as I wasn't naked.  I did my best to set it up but the other strap
fell to my elbows.  The bra was now useless and I let it fall.  No sense to
worry about it if it didn't cover anything.  We managed to get a couple
points but wimpy ass Candy was more worried about keeping her top on than
getting a good serve.  Wendy and Beth both had both boobs out but their
tops seemed secure.  If only we could win, I could fix myself.  But then
trying to spike on a setup, I got my feet tangled up in my bra lying on the
sand.  Bra ripped in two, I fell down, and one of my panty ties undid
itself.  As I walked back to my position, gravity did its part and my
panties fell to the ground.  I lost everything.  Now naked, I wanted Candy
naked too.  As we were losing by then 18-5, I got my chance.  A ball was
falling behind Candy and I dove for it, but instead of diving for the ball
I grabbed her bikini bottom and yanked hard.  As we both hit the ground,
her bottom was well below her crotch.  She started to pull it up, but
Melissa said "Oh no you don't" and pulled it back down where it was.  Ha
ha. Just walking to position was enough to get her bottom off entirely.  We
lost 21-5 and had to do 16 jumping jacks.  I had nothing to lose, Wendy and
Beth put on a nice display of bouncing unconstrained breasts and Candy's
bush and pussy were on display for all.  When we got done, Melissa said
"Losers, walk to you cars as you are." Lucky for us there weren't a lot of
people to watch the walk of shame.  For me, the naked ride home was just
the beginning of my torture.

   My mother was already in the kitchen as I walked in the house naked,
followed by the three boys.  "What the heck happened to YOU?" she hollered
at me.

   "Mom, please.  Let me shower and put some clothes on"

   "Shower, yes.  Clothes, no.  You know what to wear." Geez, maybe if I
hadn't been so stupid and not tied myself up, I'd be in shorts and a t
shirt now.  Maybe if I didn't talk to Wendy I could have kept my underwear
on.  Or not broken my bra and left my panties behind.  So it was up to
shower and put on some fresh pantyhose.  Gee.  At least the two boys were
gone when I got back.  I spent the rest of the evening covering myself with
my arms.  They had seen quite enough for one day.  But the revenge would be
sweet, and Tuesday I would start the wheels in motion.  I tried to be as
helpful around the house as I could those next few days.  I needed mom to
start to think I was on her side.  But she would soon enough feel my wrath.
First step was to get her to believe I was on her side.  I'd put myself in
a position to beg her for mercy, and promise to do whatever she wanted. 
She wouldn't know that I would be playing her....



   Part 3 Fun With Wendy

   uesday morning I woke up early and peed to make sure my bladder was
empty for what might be a long ordeal.  I put the pantyhose on and arranged
the slipknots on the headboard, testing them to make sure they would lock
in on my wrists as I pulled.  Finally I tied my ankles securely, put a
pillow under my butt and slipped my wrists in the loops at my headboard.  I
pulled as tight as I could to make sure I could not undo them.  Then I
waited for mom to get up.  When I heard her open her door, I called out
"Mom!  Please help!"

   She opened my door and looked at me disgustedly "What, this nonsense
again?"

   "I know mom, I'm an idiot.  I don't know why but I had to do this.  Now
I know better.  Please untie me before Ted gets up and the boys come over.
I'll help you, I'll do all the cleaning and cooking.  I'll help you load
the van for the flower show.  I'll go with you, I'll wear a dress if you
want.  I'll have Wendy take your lucky flower show dress to the dry
cleaners.  I'll pay for it.  I'll shine your shoes.  I'll do anything..."

   "Let's talk first.  Why did you have to do this?"

   "I woke up all excited about being seen and..."

   "So you want to be seen?" I shook my head no.  "Look, you're going to
help more around the house.  Dishes are now yours, so is the laundry.  I'll
still cook.  And Wendy can take my dress to the cleaners, I'll call them
and arrange for payment , you don't have to pay, she can pick it up.  As
long as it's back here in a week, it's good.  I'm getting new shoes, no
need to shine them."

   "Do you want to try it on first?  I think you lost some weight.  Wendy
can tuck it in a bit if you need."

   "If I lost weight it would be a help.  It was a little too tight last
time I wore it."

   "Can you untie me?" She shook her head.  "Can you at least throw your
dress over me to give me some cover?"

   She went to my vanity and got a tissue and placed it over my ankle. 
What a b-word!  My revenge was going to be SO sweet!  Defiantly I shook my
ankle and dislodged her insulting offering.  I drowsed off for a while and
woke up to find Ted kneeling at the foot of my bed.  "So let me guess, you
ACCIDENTALLY got yourself tied up again?"

   "No, it isn't like that.  It's complicated.  Be a dear and untie me,
will you?"

   "No, I can't disappoint the others.  Mark was a little bummed that he
didn't get to put sunblock on your front at the beach.  Maybe he can go
through the motions today."

   "NO!  I don't want that pig touching me!  PLEASE.  Look, Wendy's coming
over.  If you're nice and untie me I'll try to keep her here for you."

   "Will she be undressed?"

   "I can try, can't I?  That's all I can promise is to try.  But I won't
try at all if you won't untie me."

   He shrugged his shoulders and undid my left wrist.  He then grabbed it
and said "You can undo the rest yourself.  Or I can tie this back up.  When
you untie yourself, leave the pantyhose tied to the bed posts.  I'm sure
you'll be doing this again.  Remember, when you're tied up you're going to
get touched."

   "Fine you win, whatever you want.  By the way, they're tights, not
pantyhose" I finished untying myself and went downstairs.

   "Put some heels on!" he ordered and I went back up to comply with his
demand.  Just wait until fall I muttered under my breath.

   Nigel and Mark arrived mid morning and voiced their approval of my
outfit.  Mark gave me a quick butt feel as he walked by me.  I glared at
him and said "hands to yourself!"

   Just before noon Wendy rang the bell.  I dreaded opening the door but I
had to in order to exact my revenge.  Her jaw dropped as she took in the
sight of me in pantyhose and heels with three guys gawking at her.  She had
a short white buttoned sundress on, with her pink bikini panties showing
plainly through the dress.  She was also evidently braless and most
importantly, carrying the dress bag.

   "Hi Wendy!  Take your dress off!" said Mark.

   "You're such a pig" I answered.  "Give us ten minutes alone upstairs."
We went up to my room and switched her dress for my mom's.  She brought me
a black strapless dress, impossible to wear a bra with and probably too
short for anyone.  "Come on, you don't think I'm going to wear this, do
you?"

   "Says the topless shy girl in pantyhose and NO dress" she laughed.

   "Touche.  Look, can you tuck in her butt just a little?  If you take it
to the dry cleaners today and pick it up tomorrow, that gives you more than
four days to do the work.  Can you do it?"

   "No sweat.  I've got my machine loaded with that special thread, all set
to go.  Do you really have to be like this all summer?" I nodded.  She
laughed.  "You're so lucky you're my best friend.  Your secret is safe."

   "If you want to join me for a little while, I'm sure they wouldn't mind.
Maybe you could lose a bet too." She smiled and we went back downstairs.

   The boys were a little disappointed to see her still in her dress.  "Hey
Wendy, love, fancy a game of Twister with me?"

   "It wouldn't be because I'm wearing a dress, would it?  Sure, why not?"
They all wooted and cheered and quickly got the game out.

   "Two games with each of us" Mark said.  Wendy just shrugged.  Nigel was
the first to go.  Ted was in charge of the spinner, out of sight of Wendy,
and clearly just spun the spinner and called out colors that would force
Wendy to bend over and let her dress ride up.  Then he called an impossible
move for her and she lost.  "Too bad" said Mark, "now you have to do a
forfeit."

   "A forfeit?  Nobody said anything about a forfeit."

   "Two buttons for each loss.  Come along, you still have six buttons
left" offered Nigel.  Instead of refusing like any sensible girl would do,
she undid the bottom two buttons of her dress.  Ted rotated to the mat and
gave the spinner to Mark.  It was much the same, Mark called out colors
that would expose Wendy to the greatest extent possible and then guaranteed
her loss.  Now four buttons were gone, four to go.  Mark finally got his
turn on the mat, but Nigel played the spinner honestly.  Despite having
half her buttons undone, Wendy played to win and Mark wound up losing and
tossed his shirt to the ground.  Second round for Nigel with Ted working
the spinner.  Now that her dress was half undone, every move Wendy made
showed her panties off.  At one point she was bent forward and everyone
could see her breasts, especially Nigel who happened to have his head very
strategically placed.  I had to admit, these boys were clever.  Of course
Wendy lost and undid two more buttons, leaving only two to protect her
fastly fading modesty.  Ted took the mat with Mark spinning.  Mark was
losing patience and in short order gave Wendy an impossible move, costing
her the last buttons.  Mark's turn again, and I wasn't going to let Nigel
ruin it with his honesty.

   "I'll do the spinner" I offered.  And Mark and Wendy took to the mat.  I
managed to call the colors in such a way to force Wendy to do a back bridge
and her dress opened perfectly, making her virtually topless.  Then I made
her fall with the next call and helped her up.  "Sorry, Wendy" I said as I
pulled her dress off of her.  She stepped out of it and the both of us were
topless, her in panties and me in pantyhose.  "OK guys, you had your
thrill. Give us five minutes alone in my room and we'll come back and
neither of us will dress."

   With that we went back in my room and closed the door and spoke in
whispers in case the boys were trying to listen.  "Don't you know that they
were cheating to get your dress off?  They really weren't using the
spinner, they just gave you impossible colors to land on."

   "I knew that.  I can't blame them for trying, can you?" I shook my head.
"I just thought it would be fun to give them their jollies and I wanted to
show I was just as brave as you."

   "You mean two thirds as brave as me" I said, pointing to my crotch.

   "Ha.  I guess.  Still, I don't really want to show them my girly bits.
At least not yet."

   "BAWWWWWK bawwwk bawwwk bawwwk" I said, forming my arms into flapping
wings, then tossed her a pair of pantyhose.  She tossed them right back to
me.

   "Next time.  Anyway, let's zip up your mom's dress and I'll stay a bit
put my dress on and leave." We joined the boys and they were watching
soccer on television.

   I scolded them: "What the hay, you have two topless girls here and
you're watching freaking SOCCER?  Why not paint something and watch it
dry?"

   Nigel said, "we call it football, love.  You said you'd join us, now
come have a seat.  We can even turn on a movie if you want."

   "BRIDESMAIDS!" we said in unison.  So we watched a chick flick topless
with the boys.  The two of us sat on a love seat so that there wouldn't be
guys next to us and deny them any temptation for groping.  When it was
over, they let her put her dress back on.  I gave her a pair of pantyhose
and told her "Next time same dress but these instead of panties." She just
shrugged and said "Whatever" and took my mom's dress back with her.



   Part 4 The Neighbors

   For the rest of the week I managed to avoid tying myself up.  Well,
mostly.  I did tie my ankles to the bedposts completely naked but lost my
nerve when it came time to do up my wrists and get where I couldn't back
out.  No, I wasn't going to offer up a bare pussy for busy fingers to
explore.  The pantyhose may not hide one square millimeter, but at least
they kept fingers from me.

   On Friday the boys left me alone for a few hours, I made good use of my
time and hid some shorts and t shirts under my bed.  I couldn't be too sure
that my things wouldn't wind up being confiscated so maybe hiding a few
things would be necessary.  I slipped on a t shirt and started cleaning the
house.  After a bit, I got a call from Ted saying they'd be gone for two
more hours.  Hooray!  I put on a pair of shorts and danced around the
house, decent at last!  I cranked up the music and was really getting my
moves in and didn't hear the door open.  I turned around in horror to see
the boys watching me.  Busted.  "I thought you would be gone for two more
hours!"

   "We were just seeing what you would do and look at you, going back on
your word.  Is that lingerie?" he asked, pointing at my outfit.

   "Please, you weren't even here.  Who cares what I wear?"

   "Rules is rules.  You need to be punished.  Mark, get her shorts off."
Mark knelt in front of me and reached under my shorts, feeling my butt as
he made his way to the waistband and slowly pulled them down.  Once past my
crotch, he pulled his hands out and then rubbed my crotch with the back of
his hand a bit before pulling them down and off me.  What a jerk.  "OK now,
leave your shirt on for a minute.  Put some heels on and go get the mail."

   "In pantyhose and a t shirt?"

   "Exactly.  Or I could tell mom about how you disobeyed the rules.  I'm
sure she'll think my forfeit is more than reasonable."

   "Geez.  OK, fine." I put my strappy sandal heels on and walked out to
the mailbox.

   "SAAAAAAAN-DRA!" Oh God, my neighbor from across the street and one
house down was calling out to me.  I waved at her.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Kravitz."

   "Sandra, we haven't seen you in ages!  Come on over you can look at my
vacation pictures."

   "Look Mrs.  K, I'd love to but I'm not really dress...."

   "You're fine, come on over.  I just made some cookies." OMG.  I would
have to walk across the street bottomless and look at her pictures.  The
woman could talk the legs off a chair, this might take hours.  We walked
into the house and she sat me in the kitchen and I saw Mr.  Kravitz's legs
hanging out from under the kitchen sink.  "AAAAAB-ner!  Look who's here,
it's Sandra from down the street!"

   "That's nice Gladys but I'm a little busy down here."

   "We have a clog.  He's been at it for half an hour but can this guy call
a plumber?  Sit down and look at these.  Here we are on the plane to
Memphis.  And here's Abner in front of Graceland.  And here's me next to
Elvis' bed.  Can you imagine?  Now look at his outfits, can you imagine
wearing those sequins?" I was praying for deliverance, but not for the way
that it came.

   "Gladys, give me a hand will ya?  I need you to run some water down the
sink and I'll see if it comes out."

   "Sandra, dear, would you mind?  I have a hard time standing over him and
turning the water on.  I can't stand with my feet apart like that."

   "You want me to straddle him and bend over the sink?"

   "Oh come on, it won't take but a minute.  My sciatica is killing me. 
The doctor tells me he can't do anything about it, but what do doctors
know? My sister's husband had this giant hemorrhoid and..."

   "TMI!  OK, OK" I walked over to the sink.  Mr.  Kravitz's head, arms,
and shoulders were inside the cabinet but his wide torso and legs were
sticking out.  I straddled his body with my feet and supported myself on my
elbows as I bent over the sink.  If he was to pull out of the cabinet, he'd
have a clear view of my pussy.  "What do I do?"

   "OK, turn the cold water just a trickle into the left sink." I did as he
said.  "Did you do it?" he asked.

   "Yes, isn't it coming out?"

   "No, not much.  Hmmm...  the trap was clean, it must be in this vertical
pipe.  Hold still." I heard him stirring a bit down below me and he said
"Here it comes" followed by a loud FOOOOOOOM!  All of a sudden I was hit in
the chest with this disgusting pieces of sludge.  I jumped back, looked
down and shrieked.  Mrs.  Kravitz moved a lot quicker than I thought she
could and quickly pulled the shirt over my head and off.  Mr.  Kravitz
shouted from below "I did it!  Quick, turn the water off!" I ran over and
resumed my position, now topless, and turned off the water and suddlenly
remembered my modesty.

   "Mrs.  Kravitz!  Do you have something I can put on?"

   "You're fine, dearie.  You don't have nothing that I don't have more of.
Abner's seen girls before.  You're fine.  I'll have this washed and dried
in less than 90 minutes.  You can stay for dinner, I've got a brisket in
the oven.  You know if you go to Louie's meet market on a Tuesday afternoon
they cut their prices by a dollar a pound.  Their truck comes in Wednesday
and they have to...."

   "Enough, fine." Goodness, could this woman talk!  I sat in the kitchen
with an arm in front of my breasts.  It seems the universe wants me to be
topless in pantyhose.  I sat in the kitchen and looked her Graceland photos
and listened to her talk and talk and talk.  Mr.  Kravitz finished his work
and went to clean up.

   "Sandra, dear- could you help me peel the carrots?" If it wasn't
listening to her talk I was all for it.  It was surreal, standing there in
nothing but pantyhose and heels peeling carrots while she cut potatoes as
if it was the most natural thing in the world.  She got them in the oven
and we went to the living room.  I took a seat on the recliner while they
sat on the couch opposite it and they turned on a game show.  Mr.  Kravitz
was directly across from me and tried not to be obvious as he checked me
out.  My arms were crossed in front of my breasts and my legs were tightly
closed.  I was wondering if he managed to sneak a peak up at me from under
the sink.

   "Mrs.  Kravitz, are you sure there's nothing I can put on?  A towel
even?"

   "Oh dear, I'd love to help but my towel load is next.  Everything is
dirty.  Now don't worry about it, relax.  We've seen each other for 40
years.  If I looked like you I wouldn't be sitting there hiding myself."

   "I'm lucky you came.  It gave her something to do besides look out the
window at the Stevens' house"

   "Abner, there's something not right over there.  People come and go and
we don't see them drive up.  Things fly in the air."

   "Sorry, Sandra.  Gladys has quite an imagination" he said as he made the
sign for craziness by drawing circles around his ear with his finger.  They
got back into their game show.  I decided she was right and dropped my
arms. Mr.  Kravitz was a little more open about his ogling now and I was
finding it strangely erotic.  He's old enough to be my father but I wanted
to give him a show.  I raised the footrest of the recliner and scooched my
butt to the edge of the seat and lay back with my hands gripping the
armrest and my calves on the footrest.  Then I closed my eyes and pretended
to doze off.  After several minutes I heard them start to whisper.

   "Turn the TV down Abner, she's asleep.  Think we should cover her up?"

   "Don't you dare, Gladys!"

   "I can't blame you.  She's got such a lovely figure." I heard her go
back to the laundry room and start up the dryer.  I was hoping the dryer
would catch on fire and leave me topless for good.  What was wrong with me?
I moved my left leg a few inches to my left, slowly until it reached the
edge of the footrest then I allowed it to fall off.  Surely my pussy could
be seen, but I wanted it to be blatantly out there.  After a few minutes I
could hear Mrs.  Kravitz come back in.  "Oh my God Abner!" she whispered. I
continued my feigned sleep and her house phone rang.  "Hi Jenny......  yes,
she's here....well she had a t shirt on...well it got dirty thanks to my
genius husband.  You know how sometimes the kitchen sink doesn't drain. 
Well I was trying to wash the potatoes for dinner and ....  oh she's
supposed to dress like that?.....oh those kids and their silly bets...  the
whole summer?,,,,, oh she wasn't supposed to wear it?,,, so you don't want
her to get dressed?....can she stay for supper?  I've made this brisket and
it's more than enough.  Do you shop at Louie's?...  Well if you go there on
Tuesday afternoons it's the best....oh, you can't talk right now?  Okay
we'll send her over after dinner but can she come again?.....  Thanks dear,
good luck at the flower show next week......  AAAAB-ner!" I let my right
foot drop off the footrest.  I let myself start to stir as if still asleep
but starting to come to.

   I felt a hand on my left inner thigh.  "Sandra.....  wake up.....we're
going to eat now." I opened my eyes halfway up to see Mr.  Kravitz's face.

   "Oh....  sorry....I must have dropped off." His hand remained on my
thigh.  I looked him in the eyes, then looked down at his hand, then looked
him in the eyes again.  I didn't say a word.  He looked at me and rubbed
his hands up and down my thigh as if to dare me to stop him.  I pulled my
right knee up over the armrest to expose myself more blatantly and asked
"can I just lay here a few minutes more?"

   "We'll hear her when she's ready." With that he pulled my left knee over
the armrest and made circles on my inner thighs with his fingertips.  Our
eyes locked.  Would he have the audacity to rub my pussy?  We never found
out as his wife called us into the kitchen.

   We got up and sat down to eat.  Mrs.  Kravitz gave us both about twice
as much food as we should eat, but it was absolutely amazing.  The table
was fairly small with a bench seat against the wall and one chair opposite.
I slid in on the bench and Mr.  Kravitz sat next to me as Mrs.  Kravitz
wanted to be free to bring us things.  Before we ate, I told the story of
how the bet went down and how I have to wear nothing but the hose and heels
around the house and how I have to sit in that ridiculous position on the
recliner.  Then we started eating and Mr.  Kravitz grabbed my left knee and
pulled it over his right leg and then trapped my leg between his.  His
right hand stroked my inner thigh as we ate, slowly inching up and up until
his pinky was rubbing against my pussy.  All of this unseen because of the
tablecloth covering up the action from Mrs.  Kravitz's eyes.  And since I
hadn't raised any objection so far I didn't see how I could shoo his hand
away now.

   Mrs.  Kravitz cut a carrot cake and served it to us.  "I've got an idea!
Since you can't hardly get a summer job if you're not allowed to wear
clothes, how about you come over here and help us say once or twice a week?
You can reach things that we can't and we're getting old and can't lift
some things.  We'll pay you $50 a day twice a week and it won't be hard
work, mostly keep us company.  Of course you'll be dressed like you are and
you'll have to sit all splayed out when we're not doing things but it would
mean so much to us."

   "Look are you sure you want me running around like this in front of your
husband?  I mean it would be nice to not have all those boys looking at me
all day but you might not..."

   "No, it's fine" Mr Kravitz interrupeted.  "I've seen girls before and
I'm fine with it" his hand was right at the top of my thigh with his pinky
rubbing against my pussy.  He started to flick his pinky on my pussy. 
"Come on, we love having you over.  We'll have fun."

   "But...." the rubbing was starting to get to me...."can you come pick me
up?  It's just next door and across the street but I'll be wearing just
this."

   "Of course dear.  Now your shirt is ready but your mom said you can't
have it.  I'll just hold it for you till the summer is over."

   "Fine.  It's dark so maybe I can walk home now.  Say we do it Tuesday
and Thursday but we have to wait till her flower show is over." With that I
went back home to find Ted and mom watching television.  I went upstairs to
check my hiding place and luckily enough my other things were still hidden.
I hid my things just in time, while I was gone all of my clothes except for
pantyhose and a couple of dresses were gone.  Where they were, I had no
idea.



   Part 5 Wrestling With Wendy

   Monday before the flower show.  We had spent the weekend cleaning the
pots and transplanting the best violets into fancy ceramic pots.  I don't
know much about flowers but apparently these were as good as she's had. 
Her mood was upbeat and she was glad to hear the dress would be here today.
It had been a daily battle to resist tying myself up.  I wasn't allowed to
remove the temptation of the tights tied to my bed posts.  Wendy called and
said she was done and she'd be right over.  The boys were already in the
middle of playing hoops in the driveway when she pulled up.  When they saw
her emerge in her short dress and pantyhose, they decided it was time to
come inside.  Big surprise.  She gave me the dress bag and said "It's
ready. Everything is ready." I gave her a hug.  The guys were asking her to
take off her dress but we went to my room for a quick huddle.

   "Thank you so much, I owe you big time." I lifted her dress.  "What the
hey?  You're wearing panties over your pantyhose?"

   "I got dressed without the panties but I just couldn't do it.  I'm not
as bold as you."

   "Look, you're NOT getting out of here with those panties on.  You KNOW
that."

   "What do you propose?"

   "Here, let's get your dress off." I undid her buttons as we talked. 
"Maybe the boys will like to see us wrestle.  As we do I'll get your
panties off you.  So you gotta let me win for a while and when your panties
are off we'll see who's the queen of the mat."

   "Loser does a forfeit".  Now I was getting nervous.  She was a little
more muscular than I.  But it was my idea so we shook on it.  After I
pulled her dress off we went downstairs.  She didn't notice that I had
carried her dress and tossed it to Ted and the boys were having a little
fun tossing it amongst themselves.  "Don't you dare tear my dress" she
cautioned.  Of course the boys were all for watching us wrestle.  We locked
arms and tussled for a bit, then I went down to my knees and tried to grab
her panties.  That move failed as she stepped behind me, dropped to her
knees, and pushed me forward on my belly and jumped to lay on top of me.  I
frantically tried to find her panty line but couldn't.  She sat on my back
and gave me some playful spanks on the butt.  "What say you guys?  What
should her forfeit be?"

   "Tie her up!" yelled Mark.  Ewww.  I was NOT going to allow that.  I
quicky twisted and spilled her off of me and lunged for her panties.  This
time I was able to grab the waist of the panties and gave a giant tug. 
RIPPPP!

   "Damn you!  I liked those panties!" she growled and we both returned to
a standing position.

   "I see you shaved your pussy" I taunted her.  She got me in a bear hug
and dropped us to our knees, then put me on my back.  She pushed one
shoulder to the carpet, then paused to savor the moment.

   "Let's see...  you're about to lose.  Surrender?"

   "Never!" I squirmed as best I could but could not free myself.  She
pressed down and pinned my shoulders to the carpet.  I had lost.

   "Ready for your forfeit?" she asked.  I nodded.  "Good.  Your forfeit is
you're going to make out with me."



   Part 6 The Forfeit

   You could almost hear jaws hit the floor as she stopped sitting on me,
then lay next to me and cradled the back of my head in her hand and pressed
her lips against mine.  Our mouths opened and tongues met as our hands
explore each others bodies and the shocked boys watched in silence.  After
several minutes she said "we need to go to your room for a while" and led
me by the hand up the stairs.  Luckily, my room has a lock on the door and
after we closed it behind us I whispered to her "I'm really not gay."

   "Don't be silly" she whispered back, "I'm not either.  I just want to
tease the crap out of those idiots.  Here, be quiet and lay on your back
and do as I do.  With that we both lay on our backs on the bed and she
raised her legs and started doing bicycles in the air.

   "Why are we doing this?"

   "Shhh....they're going to want to see us all sweaty and flushed when we
come out.  They're probably at the door listening.  Let's give them a good
show."

   We bicycled for several minutes then went into our act. 
"There....there......that's it.....  harder....oh yes.....yes.... 
YES......oooh baby YES...." we got louder into our fake orgasmic cries and
as we bicycled we shifted our weight up and down to rock the mattress as
loud as we could.  We stopped suddenly and she cooed "Oh that was SO good".
We got out of bed as quietly as we could and tiptoed to the door.  With one
quick motion I unlocked the knob and opened the door, and Mark and Nigel
tumbled into the room as Ted stood behind them.

   Wendy chastised them.  "You little finks!  It wasn't enough to get us to
wear nearly nothing around you,,, you have to SPY on us?  You oughta be
ashamed of yourselves.  And what are those wet spots in front of your pants
you little perverts.They slinked off in shame as we taunted their little
boners.  We followed them downstairs and I turned on a fan and we stood in
front of it and cooled the sweat off of our bodies and red faces.  Her plan
had worked to perfection.  We put our arms around each others' waists and
walked triumphantly to the love seat where we sat and looked them in the
eye.  Wendy looked at the clock.  "Okay guys, you had your little thrills
for the day.  I'm going to put my dress back on and get going." She scanned
the room looking for her dress.  "What did you do with it?" The boys
started laughing.

   "Not so fast, little Wendy" Mark said.  "You can go home as you are.....
or you can agree to certain....  conditions." The color drained from
Wendy's face.  "Now stand up." She stood up.  "Hands behind your back". 
You could feel the shame suddenly well up within her.  "You have to promise
that you're going to come around a few times a week and put on a show for
us."

   "Are you going to give me my dress back or aren't you?"

   "All in good time.  Three days a week you come over and you take your
dress off the instant you walk in the door.  NO panties, NO bra.  Just the
pantyhose and you're lucky to have those.  Got it."

   "Up yours.  I'll just grab one of Ted's shirts and wear it home."

   "Yeah, and explain to your mom how come you're wearing a....  MOM!"

   "What is going on here?  Wendy, why are you running around like Sandra?"

   "It's hard to explain.  I brought your dress back from the cleaners and
we thought it would be fun to wrestle for the boys so I took my dress off
but Sandra ripped my panties off and...."

   "Wait a minute.  She ripped them out from under your pantyhose?"

   "No, I wore them over.  I was going to skip them but chickened out
and..."

   "So you wanted to lose your clothes, is that what I'm hearing?"

   "You're making me confused.  She wasn't supposed to rip my panties but I
wouldn't let her pull them off and...,"

   "So you agreed to be de-pantied?" Wendy nodded.  "And you didn't put
your dress back on because....?"

   "Because the boys stole it!  Now I can't get it back unless I come back
here three times a week dressed like this."

   "Okay, so you worked it out.  Do you have a deal?" The boys were high
fiving each other and finally Wendy shrugged and nodded.  "Ted, give her
the dress back and Wendy, you put yourself in this situation.  A lady
doesn't let herself be caught in her underwear.  Or in your case even less.
I appreciate your getting my dress cleaned so we'll give you a few pair of
pantyhose to take with you.  I'm in such a good mood about my flowers that
I won't even charge you for them.  We'll keep you supplied." Wendy was
about to slip the dress back in when mom stopped her "Not until you're
about to eat.  I brought home food from work, we had a potluck and there
was a ton left over.  Stay and help us eat." She sent Ted out to bring in
the containers and Wendy and I set the table.

   "Geez, your mom can be a real meanie, huh?"

   "I guess, but admit it.  You wanted the guys to see you as much as I did
when I started.  You'll get used to it.  And least you won't get felt up
like I did at the Kravitz' house."

   "That old guy groped you?  Eww, disgusting."

   "I should have pushed his hands away the first time he put them on my
legs.  But I didn't.  Then it started turning me on.  And he was doing it
under the table right in front of his wife!  That was a rush."

   "Better you than me.  These guys better keep their yaps shut though.  I
won't talk, you won't talk.  But will we be known as sluts?"

   "The last thing they want to do is kill the show, believe me.  And after
this weekend...." I started whispering "mom will be so humiliated that
she'll insist we both stop all of this."

   After dinner, Wendy was allowed to put her dress on and leave.  As my
mom said her goodbyes, Wendy said "I'll SEE you both on Saturday."



   Part 7 The Show

   Finally the day of the show came.  I was allowed to wear Wendy's too
short black dress and Wendy had on her white buttoned sundress as we loaded
the van.  After an hour of getting down to the limit of five potted plants,
she made her choices.  She went to put on her dress and came back down to
show us.  "Do you think it's too tight to be decent?" she asked.  Wendy had
tucked in the butt a little.

   "For one thing mom, you've got serious VPL going on.  I can't let you go
like that.  Lose the panties and the dress won't be quite as tight, believe
me.  I know about not wearing panties now.  Oh, you're not wearing a bra,
are you?" She shook her head.

   "I don't know, are the panties that visible?" We both nodded
convincingly.  "But we don't have time to take them off."

   "Sure you do." I went to grab the scissors and lifted her dress.  Wendy
reached inside and pulled the hips her panties out of her pantyhose and
sliced them on each side, then pulled them out and off.  "There, mom. 
Really, no offense mom, but you'll be with us and our dresses are much much
shorter than yours.  And oh, Sasquatch, you want me to get the hedge
clippers to trim that bush?"

   "Very funny.  Look, when we get there we sign in and they give us these
stickers to put on the pots.  You put the stickers on the pots and I'll
take them to the tables where they go.  You don't touch a leaf- got it." We
drove to the little hall where the show was being held.  There must have
been a couple hundred people there.

   We had a seat at our table while mom took her flowers to the judging
stations.  "So how does this work?" Wendy asked.

   "Remember the stickers we put on the pots?  That's so the judges don't
know who brought what.  They judge all the plants for a group, say the
African violets.  And she better win that one or else she'll be a bitch for
a month.  When they count the votes they award the ribbons.  First is blue,
second is red, third is white, fourth is yellow."

   "That's all?"

   "It's a big deal for mom.  She hates Mrs.  Williams and all she cares
about is getting more than she does.  So we don't start the spritzing of
her stitches till the ribbons are given out."

   "Got it.  Now look, all we have to do is spray most of the shoulder
seams.  The thread dissolves quite nicely and it won't take long.  Get her
back zipper too but the shoulders are most important."

   "I'm still mad at you for giving me this dress.  I don't have hardly and
dress under me when I sit."

   "I can fix that." With that she reached at my back and pulled what
little dress there was out from under me, leaving me with only pantyhose
between my butt and the seat.  "Isn't that better?" I shook my head and
refixed my dress.  "Oh you're such a wimp" she said and gave be a squirt of
water at the top of the back of my dress.  "Come on, tease those boys
across over there.  Open those legs a little."

   "Are you crazy?  YOU open your legs if you want to give them a show."

   Finally the awards were annouced.  Mom got a blue ribbon for her
violets, two yellows, and a white.  Mrs.  Williams got two reds, two
whites, and one yellow.  Mom was pleased, but not overly so.  Her hated
rival didn't get any blue ribbons, but she got five total to mom's four. 
We convinced her that she was the winner and she hugged me.  As she did,
Wendy soaked her shoulders soon and then sprayed me all over the back.  Oh
my God, she didn't.  I sprayed Wendy back but she stuck out her tongue at
me.  "Won't hurt MY dress, she laughed."

   "Pick up your ribbons and your purse, mom.  We have to get to the car,
NOW." I could feel my back seam coming undone.  With no sleeves, only one
seam held the dress together.

   "We need to pick up our flowers"

   "No you DON'T.  Your dress is coming undone and so is mine.  In a few
minutes we're going to lose them.  HURRY." She looked at me puzzled.  "MOM.
Feel the seam on your shoulder.  We need to GO".  She looked down at her
shoulder seam and felt it, then looked up at me.

   "How?"

   "LATER, we need to GO." We got up and started walking toward the exit,
but there were people seemingly everywhere.  We must have been about 100
feet from the exit, gently pushing people out of the way as we went.  I
went first trying to clear a path for her.  I could feel the back seem
coming further and further apart and I had to clutch the top of the dress
to my breasts else it would fall off.  Looking back at mom, I could see her
doing the same as her shoulder seams had dissolved to nothing.  We were
still about 20 feet from the door when I felt the back of my dress flying
open for good.  I basically had a piece of fabric held in front of me and
my bare backside except for the pantyhose completely exposed.  People
started gasping as we made it to the door.  Mom's dress had fallen off and
she picked it up and we ran to the car.  She put her dress on the hood and
frantically searched for her keys as I stood by the passenger door waiting
for her to open it.  Suddenly, Wendy started running toward the car with
her dress in her hands.  What the heck?  Finally mom found the keys and the
three of us were safely inside the car wearing nothing but our pantyhose.
We headed home at last.

   Just as we got out of the parking lot, mom started laughing.  "Ha ha ha,
I haven't had that much fun in AGES!" She laughed and giggled like a school
girl.

   "Mom, a LADY doesn't put herself in that situation."

   "Funny funny.  How did you do it?"

   "Dissolving thread", said Wendy.  "I couldn't resist doing Sandra's
too."

   "Ha ha very funny.  Look, you're going to take my dress home and fix it
with regular thread.  And I won't tell your mom about this, as long as you
keep coming over dressed as you are." We pulled into the driveway.  "I have
to give you credit for sabotaging your own dress."

   Wendy looked puzzled as she got out of the car.  "Wait a minute.  I
didn't do anything to my dress.  How the heck...."

   Across the street we heard "ABBBBB-Ner!  There are three naked girls in
the driveway across the street!"



   Epilogue- Five Years Later

   "Time to get dressed, honey" Mark said as he straighted his tie.  I
slipped my dress on and brushed my hair as I stepped into my heels.

   "I can't believe Ted is getting married.  I still can't believe WE got
married.  I can't believe I haven't worn panties or a bra in five years."
He hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head and we headed for
church.

   Mom and dad were waiting for us.  Mom was wearing a miniskirt that would
look too young for anyone her age who didn't exude self confidence.  After
the flower show incident she quit the job she hated and opened a bikini
flower shop and called it Hanging Baskets.  That made her ineligible for
the shows and she even became fast friends with Mrs.  Williams.  Dad took a
desk job with the company after his identity became compromised.  Funny how
trying to get back at someone can make them be what they wanted to be. 
Wendy came out from the church and greeted us all.  "Wendy!  I can't
BELIEVE you're going to marry my brother!"

   "All in a day's work.  I'd have married you two if you could have waited
for me to get ordained." We all took our seats and the ceremony began
shortly.  Finally they got to the vows and Wendy said "Now repeat after me-
I Ted....Take thee Nigel....."