## A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Feb 05, 2012 5:15 am

A VISIT TO GRANDMA’S
“Henry, hurry up, please, Dear. We want to be away in half an hour.”
“No Mum, please. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Henry! Get ready NOW.”
“But what if something happens?”
“Your sister’s only downstairs. She’ll keep an eye on you. There’s always the web-cam and the baby alarm.”
“Muuuum! Pleeeease! This is embarrassing.”
“Henry! Swimming trunks! Now!!
Henry read the signs correctly and slouched off to his bedroom to get changed. He returned about ten minutes later clad only in his long, green swimming shorts.
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He knew his mum and dad had such things; he’d found them by “accident” a few weeks ago. He just never believed they’d use them on him. Until now.
Henry made one last desperate attempt. “Please, I’m sixteen now, I can be trusted, you know.”
“Explain that to Mrs. Ross; I wonder how those eggs got onto her windows. And that parcel of dog’s mess that someone put on poor David’s front step and set fire to it before ringing the doorbell and running away. And as for dying Margaret’s King Charles spaniel green. . . . ”
“But Chester deserved it, he farts.”
“That has nothing to do with it. Turn around.”
“Please! I haven’t invited Nick round this time. Honest!”
“The longer you delay, the longer you’ll stay like it when we get home. Now turn around, please.”
Henry tried a change of tack. “I could always come with you.” And he flashed one of his disarming, boyish smiles. Now that WAS a desperate offer.
“If you think I’m taking you to your grandma’s just so you can behave like that again, you’ve got another think coming.”
“Please. I promise to be good.”
“Yes, OK then, and I promise to let your father smoke those awful cigars of his in the house in future.”
“Oh, great! Thanks, Mu . . .”
Henry’s shoulders drooped; there was no mistaking either the look or the sarcastic tone. He turned around.
“Now before we start, I’ll have your phone.”
“I haven’t got it.”
“Then you won’t mind me patting you down once they’re on, will you?”
Henry produced his mobile from somewhere inside his shorts and handed it over his shoulder before putting his hands behind his back. Very shortly afterwards the tall, skinny teenager was handcuffed and there was no sign of the characteristic dimples that always showed when he smiled.
“Now up you go.”
Henry climbed up to the loft conversion accompanied by his mother and father. Not only was this going to be embarrassing, it was going to be the most boring Saturday ever. Other than a velux window and an old mattress there was nothing in the room. They hadn’t even finished the en-suite except for plumbing in the toilet.
“Oh, and just in case you think that you can slip those hand-cuffs in front of you, Millie knows that she has permission to tie your elbows together if you so much as try it.”
His father’s words were scarcely welcome but there was worse to come as Henry noticed the other set of cuffs. He hadn’t fully realised quite how kinky some of his parents’ games were.
“I’m going to ring Childline when I get out of here.” He knew it was a hollow threat even before his dad pointed out that not only did his mum have all the dirt on him but that his sister was in charge of the web-cam until they returned.
So, Henry was cuffed hand and foot and wearing only his green swimming trunks while being imprisoned in a bare room at the mercy of his big sister until his parents returned.
His parents felt that, for once, they could leave Henry at home without any danger of local mayhem being caused by him and his waster friends in their absence.
“Goodbye, love, won’t be late. Be nice to your sister.”
Henry heard the key turn in the lock and his parents going down two flights of stairs. He could just about see out of the window as their car pulled out of the drive and headed off down the road.
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After about two hours spent counting the floor boards and the tiles on the walls of the en-suite, anything was worth a try. Henry looked up into the web-cam and shouted.
“Millie! Help! I need the loo!”
Henry repeated his feigned alarm cry several times until his sister appeared and unlocked the door having crept silently up the stairs.
“Hiiii!”
“Please, Millie, I need the loo.” It’s quite impressive how desperate Henry can sound when he tries.
“OK. Just go. It’s only just in there. Dad plumbed it in a couple of days ago.”
”How am I supposed to get my shorts down and . . . you know . . . afterwards? I need a number two.”
“You’ll manage.” And Millie untied the drawstring of her brother’s swimming trunks before he could back away. “OK, go on.”
“You fucking bitch!”
“That wasn’t really a very nice . . .”
“Neither are you, you skanky cow!”
“I was trying to say, ‘That’s not a nice thing to call somebody who’s got one of these.’”
Millie had obviously been exploring their parents’ toy box as well. Her grin as she dangled that pink oval gag in front of her brother’s eyes rivalled Henry’s own renowned smile.
“You don’t think I’m going to let you put that on me, do you?”
“No.”
“Oh, you have got some sense th . . .”
Before he had finished, Millie trod on his ankle cuffs and rammed his head against the sloping section of the wall as she forced the humiliating device into place. There were times when Henry forgot that his big sister was working towards her black belt in whatever martial art she was following at the time.
“Now I only need one hand to hold this in place. What do you think I should use the other one for?” Henry saw her left hand moving towards the crutch of his shorts and his eyes got wider as he felt his precious assets starting to be restricted. “Bow, slave!”
Those eyes, that could normally charm the birds out of the trees and would certainly charm them into his bed later; had no effect at all on his sister. Henry bowed his head and Millie threaded the buckle and pulled the gag too tight for Henry to be able to expel it.
“Wise decision. For that, I won’t bother to padlock it.”
What Henry was trying to say was, “Some favour!”, but Millie seemed content that his speech was sufficiently quenched to meet her requirements. She backed off.
Whether the colour of Henry’s face was more due to fury or embarrassment was difficult to tell but his usual pallor was certainly no longer in evidence.
“You know? I often wondered whether you’d blush all over.”
“Wiiif’!”
“No, I’m not one of them. You’re the only one round here who dates dogs.”
“Nnnnggghhh!”
“I’m going to check over the web-cam stuff now. If you’re VERY nice to me later, I might give you something to eat. There again, I might just go out. Y’ never know; do yuh?”
A defeated Henry slid down the wall and was nearly sobbing by the time his backside hit the floor.
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Over the next couple of hours, Henry’s tears of rage subsided, which is more than could be said for the ache in his arms and the growing pain in his jaw.
He looked at the web-cam and blushed again as he imagined that bitch looking at him and revelling in his humiliation. But suppose she had gone out? Why shouldn’t he slip his cuffs under his arse and get at least some relief from his torment. No, it simply wasn’t worth the risk: she’d probably just be trying out makeup, listening to gayboys singing, stuffing her mouth with junk food and ringing round her lame friends. Christ! Suppose she’d already shown them some of the video?
Henry reluctantly decided to be a good boy. He hoped that his sister would then be merciful upon her next visit. Have you ever heard of the power of hope over expectation?
Eventually, Henry was honoured, as she put it, with another visit from his sister. At last. He’d have that gag removed. She’d give him something to drink. You never know, she might even feed him. But how much would he have to humble himself before that would happen? Henry’s life held few certainties.
Millie was enjoying herself. This was the most fun she’d had since she managed to photograph her brother in the shower. He’d had to pay for those photos for the next two months but, being an honest trader, she did delete the most embarrassing ones - eventually.
Just as she was about to force her brother to beg for food, water or anything else he needed, the first phrase of Justin Bieber’s latest outrage rang out.
“Yes. Oh, Hi Mum.”
Henry could only hear one side of the conversation but what he was hearing wasn’t encouraging.
“Yeah, I’m good. - - - - - He’s good too - - - - Well, no he can’t speak to you at the minute. - - - - I’ll show you a photo. Hang on a minute.”
Millie used her phone to take a photo of her brother and called her mother back.
“Well no, I can’t really take it out. Somehow he managed to open the window and he was shouting down to one of his pathetic friends in the road. I had to keep him quiet somehow. The neighbours might have heard.”
Millie’s lies were worthy of Henry himself.
“Yes, I’ve fed him. - - - - Yes, don’t worry, mum, he’s alright.”
All the while Millie’s foot was on his neck, Henry couldn’t really contradict his sister.
“Bye. - - - - Love you too.”
Millie closed her phone and slipped it into the pouch on her belt. She could never bring herself to carry a bag indoors and couldn’t be bothered to carry it in her hand wherever she went. The girly “elbow in, forearm out and phone prominently displayed” wasn’t for her.
“Well, Mum and Dad said they might not be home tonight.”
“Nghhh!”
“No, it’s a bit icy and they say that they know I’ll look after you OK.”
Henry saw his immediate prospects of release disappearing so far into the distance that they vanished.
“Now, I’m a bit worried: I have to keep checking to see that you haven’t managed to slip your hands in front of you. I know what Mum and Dad told me to do.”
Henry found his feet whipped from underneath him but at least his sister ensured that he would land face down on the mattress.
“Nnnngh, eeee!”
“It’s no use begging. I’ve got better things to do than watch over you all weekend.” So saying, Millie produced yet another of her parents’ toys and cuffed Henry’s elbows, not too tightly but firmly, trapping his wrists inescapably behind him. She could have used his skinniness against him to a greater extent but, as she explained to him, she was feeling generous and she loved her little brother.
Millie helped Henry to sit up. She took his jaw in her hand, shook it and declared, “You know, I think this weekend is going to be so much fun!”

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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by luckydog3 » Sun Feb 05, 2012 5:57 am

Good start X.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:10 am

Oops! SorryLD3,
That's all there is!
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but little speedos rule!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:20 am

Hallo xtc, I am surprised a story with F/m action that I like.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:06 pm

Thanks Andrew, I try to please.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Veracity » Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:14 pm

I'm not usually drawn th f/m tugs, but this is so well written that I got drawn in before I could object. Sorry that there's no part two, though.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:05 am

I'm glad you said that. That's precisely why I seldom use the m/f specification in the headimgs. I'm starting to weaken. I think perhaps MIllie's freind, Jade, might call round. I'm in no hurry with it, though, because I don't want to force it.
Thanks for your input.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by linkedin » Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:13 am

Great story so far! Really creative and i like how the story doesn't patronise the reader by being too obvios, I like filling in the rest in my head F/m too my favoroute!
Looking forward to the next installment
-linkedin

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:27 am

Thank you for the considered reply. Let's hope Jade is not busy.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by HB54 » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:11 am

> xtc wrote:
> Millie helped Henry to sit up. She took his jaw in her hand, shook it and declared, â€œYou know, I think this weekend is going to be so much fun!â€

I want more!
I want too take part of this weekend's so much fun!

> xtc wrote:Oops! SorryLD3,
> That's all there is!

Pleas reconsider
Tank you for all your interesting stories. I have followed them for a while.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:53 am

OK OK, I give in. The next part has been written and forwarded to those who have replied to the first part.
I expect to post it on the site in about a month.
PS Jade was not too busy but Millie had to make some preparations for her friends and an arrangement with her brother.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by HB54 » Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:39 am

Was my previous replay as a torture to you xtc? It sounds like that the way you give in.
But thank you for your reconsider.
To you others you have something to look forward to. As xtc writes I have read the first of his next chapters, and I liked the direction of the storry.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:02 am

HB54,
It's just that there are some stories ("Blackmail" being the obvious one) which I think are complete but which other people seem to want to see continued. Who am I to deny them? Besides, let's be honest, it's quite a bost to the ego to have people wanting to read more.
Thank you for your interest; there's a two episode story (a collaboration with Stevie) to go up this weekend and next and I should be ready to continue with the story of Henry, his sister and her freinds.
Wassail!
Xtc
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:25 am

A VISIT TO GRANDMA’S
“Hiiii . . . Jade? You busy tonight? - - - - Why not come over to mine? - - - - - Yeah, he’s in. - - - - -Oh, no he won’t. Not this time. - - - - - No. Promise. - - - - - You’ll see when you get here. - - - - - Oh good! I’ll give Sammy a ring, see if she wants to come over as well. - - - - Yeah, we’ll have a girls’ night in. You two bring the wine and I’ll send out for a pizza. - - - - - Yes. I promise: he’ll be no trouble at all. See yuh! - - - - Yeah, about seven.”
Millie closed her phone and went to give her brother the good news.
By the time her visit was over, Henry had abandoned whatever glimmer of hope he’d allowed himself. His sister had no intention of feeding him until the evening, her mates were all certain to see the live web-cam broadcast from the loft and he was now genuinely in need of the loo.
Millie went to “tidy up a bit” ready for her friends’ arrival. It must have been a good two hours before she tapped the mouse pad and noticed the computer screen again. She’d already missed Henry’s pathetic attempts to dislodge the web-cam from its elevated position (but that was to be a highlight of the evening’s entertainment later on) and saw her, by now, desperate brother sitting on the mattress with his knees clenched, his thighs drawn up in front of him and rocking backwards and forwards trying to control his bladder.
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Millie took another trip via their parents’ toy box to visit Henry in his captivity. Henry heard the key turning in the door. He looked up desperately as his sister approached and made a humiliating straining noise into the pink obstruction that had been desiccating his mouth for the past few hours
“Hiii!. Comfy?”
“Nghhhh!”
“Need the loo?”
“Ehhhh!” by now Henry had stopped rocking in favour of nodding his head frantically.
“OK, go on, then.”
Henry was quite good at drama in school but even he couldn’t summon up the body language to say, “How do you expect me to do that, you fucking bitch?” but Millie seemed to gather the gist of Henry’s objection.
“Shh. Come on, shush now or I’m going to go away again.” Henry managed to calm himself, quieten down and make sure that his sister got the impression that he was listening to her. He was desperate not to wet himself and even more desperate not to be filmed while he did so or even after having done so.
“That’s better. Now listen carefully. Don’t forget: if you interrupt, I’m going to leave you to fend for yourself. On your feet.”
Henry struggled to his feet managing to do no more than make the odd grunt into his gag. “Right, well done.” That did little to make Henry feel better. “Off you go.” and Millie indicated the unfinished en-suite.
Henry still didn’t have the vaguest idea how he’d cope once he’d got there but couldn’t help noticing that Mille was accompanying him.
“OK, now don’t worry, it won’t be the first time I’ll have seen your little willy.” and Millie made for the waistband of Henry’s swim shorts that she’d already undone on a previous visit.
“Eeeee!” and Henry backed off as far as he could. He’d more or less reconciled himself to his sister’s stripping him but he still couldn’t help making an indignant protest; he didn’t think that his was so little any longer and that made his situation even worse. As Millie closed in again, Henry thought that at least he’d be out of sight of the web-cam.
Millie put her foot on her brother’s ankle cuffs and tucked her thumbs dramatically into the waistband of his shorts. Henry bit down hard onto the pink gag. Millie tried to look her brother in the eyes. She was much shorter than he but now had very much the upper hand. But he didn’t return her gaze.
“Ready?” Millie was milking the situation for all she was worth.
You know how your toothache disappears as soon as you arrive in the dentist’s surgery? Henry only wished that the same would happen to his urgent needs at present. But no such luck! He nodded the head that he kept averted from his sister’s gaze.
“Or there’s another way.”
“Uuu uu-in e’, o’, ii, i’!”
“If I put this on you, I can release your handcuffs and your elbow cuffs. What do you say?”
Henry looked down and saw the extensive, padded, pink leather blindfold with its multiple straps in his sister’s hand.
Henry’s reply was supposed to be, “Any-fucking-thing, just get on with it.” Much longer and it would be too late.
“Bow, Slave.” Henry tried his most poisonous look but it was somewhat spoiled by the drooling caused by the pink protuberance from between his teeth and the pathetic whining noise squeezing past it. Henry bowed his head.
Millie consigned her brother to darkness and, following much threading and buckling of straps, he heard the first padlock click into place. Shit! He hoped he’d be able to rip the thing off as soon as he’d relieved himself. The second padlock, which secured the gag, just added insult to injury.
“OK. Come with me.” Millie pulled her brother away from the wall and moved behind him to guide him towards the lavatory pan; then, good as her word, Millie unlocked Henry’s wrist- and elbow cuffs. He couldn’t resist the scream as his tortured arms knew freedom for the first time in hours.
“OK, get on with it.” Henry heard his sister disappear and close the door. At least she wasn’t going to watch him. Henry turned awkwardly round, dropped his shorts to below his knees, seated himself and did what was necessary without delay but only just in time. Once he’d scrabbled around on the floor for the loo roll and used it and clumsily reinstated his swim-shorts, Henry spent some time exercising and massaging his arms while he planned his escape.
Once he’d failed to dislodge the blindfold and simply hurt himself as he tried to yank the gag from behind his teeth, he had to re-plan. He could grope his way over to the door and lock it from the inside. No good: safety latch – easily opened with a coin from the outside.
Henry gave up and tried calling his sister to come to his assistance. Having got no response to his muffled pleas after a couple of minutes, he groped his way to the door and opened it.
“Hiii, all finished?” Henry’s impeded reply was not that of a gentleman.
Millie dragged her bother over to the mattress, tripped him onto it and sat on his back with his left arm hammered up between his shoulder blades. Even if he could have struggled free, Henry knew he was still defenceless all the while he could neither seen nor run. He decided that he would be better off listening to the “offer” his sister was making.
“There’s a good boy. I’m glad you’ve made the right decision. Now, here’s my offer. Your arms must really hurt by now and you must be really thirsty. Right?” Henry nodded grudgingly against the mattress.
“Arms: now, I’m prepared to leave off the elbow cuffs. What do you say?” Henry nodded, tentatively this time; he knew there would be a catch. “Other arm.” Henry allowed himself to be handcuffed once more.
“Drink: if I remove your gag, you don’t shout. Right?” Henry nodded again. “If you’re good, I MIGHT not put the gag back in until later. How does that sound?” Henry grunted his assent. He still couldn’t find a snag but he really didn’t need to have that thing replaced.
“You must now be thinking that your sister is the most generous person you know. - - - Now, that wasn’t nice! I could always change my mind.” Henry ground his face humiliatingly against the mattress as he frantically shook his head. “’That’s better, you know I don’t approve of language like that.”
Henry gave a resigned sigh and his body collapsed into the mattress. “That’s better but you must be punished for talking to me like that. I was going to take the blindfold off as well but I’m not going to do that now.” Henry grunted. “Well, do you want that drink or am I going to replace your elbow cuffs and leave that nasty gag where it is? Oh, and I might as well leave the blindfold on as well.”
Henry’s rag-doll collapse into the mattress was symptomatic of a man in total defeat.
“Good boy,” Henry didn’t even bother to tense or respond in any way. That was what Millie wanted. “You can sit up now.”
Millie climbed off her gently sobbing brother who wriggled himself towards the wall, turned over and continued wriggling until he was seated against the wall. Still there was to be no relief from his humiliation: “Bow, Slave.”
With a grunt, Henry bowed his head. “Remember: no noise.” Millie unlocked the gag and quite gently removed the pink horror from her brother’s mouth.
“I’ll forgive that yell. It must hurt. But no more noise. Understand?” Millie was quite getting into her role but she still managed to keep her voice authoritative and unsettlingly calm. She had been even better at drama when she was at school than her brother. Henry indicated his understanding.
Millie left her prisoner and went into the en-suite with a mug that had been abandoned the last time her father had been working in the loft conversion and drew cold water into it. She sat beside her brother, put her arm around him and gently helped him to drink. While he was receiving the much needed hydration, the interchange between brother and sister proceeded in an almost conversational manner.
“Take it easy.”
“Thanks.” Henry meant it. “When am I going to get something to eat?”
“Typical boy. You had breakfast. You don’t need to eat ‘til this evening.”
“Pleeease.”
“Gag?”
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
“Wise. Now listen.” Henry had a funny feeling. “When dad finishes this loft conversion, he intends to give it to you as a bedroom.” Henry knew that. “He thinks that it’s only fair because I’ll be leaving home for uni soon so I won’t need it so much.” Henry agreed but he thought he’d just spotted the snag. “I don’t agree. Do you?”
Not being thick, Henry couldn’t really answer that question. He did, however, know what was coming. Millie spent very little time explaining that, because she was being so nice to him, Henry had to persuade their dad that he’d prefer to keep his present room or move into her current one. She’d leave it to him how to approach the subject but made it clear that, in the light of her current generosity, she’d take a very dim view of things if there wasn’t a decision in her favour inside a fortnight.
Henry knew that he could promise whatever his sister demanded just to avoid being gagged again but he also knew that, if Millie didn’t get the result she wanted, she wouldn’t have the least hesitation in posting the highlights of his starring video to all her friends and most of his. He also knew that he couldn’t expect any sympathy from his parents if he told the truth. The sixteen-year-old was paying for his carefree and reckless youth.
“I’ll just leave you to think about it. Don’t make too much noise, will you and perhaps the girls won’t even know you’re here.” Having lied like a cheap Japanese watch, Millie turned up the sensitivity on the baby alarm and locked Henry in again.
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Henry was left on his own in the darkness caused by the padded but tightly strapped pink leather blindfold for several hours before Millie came to lay down the law prior to the arrival of her friends. He had no idea of the passage of time and almost came to wish that he’d been wearing the elbow cuffs again in preference to the unmitigated boredom he was experiencing.
“Hiii. Alright?”
“How long are you going to keep me like this?
“What do you mean?”
“In chains . . .”
“Until Mum and Dad get back.”
“. . . and blindfolded?”
“Well, that’s up to you.”
“How?”
“Behave nicely and I’ll tell you.” Henry tried to face his older sister. “Now, I don’t want my girls’ night in disturbed so . . .” and Millie forced the pink oval gag back behind her brother’s teeth, spun him round and steadied him before buckling it tightly into place once more. Henry’s loud and obscene protests were moderated considerably by what he had come to consider to be a torture device. “. . . and besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to overhear you and come to find out what was wrong, would you? You know how nosey Sammy is.”
Henry could never understand how everybody else considered his sister to be so sweet. Didn’t they know what she was really like?
“You have to decide now: do you want the blindfold off?” Henry nodded. “And the elbow cuffs replaced?” Henry nodded and then thought what he was “saying” and soon started whimpering while he corrected himself and shook his head. “There’s a condition. You have to promise to behave. If I have to come up here and replace them, I’m bringing Jade and Sammy with me. Oh, didn’t you dump Jade last week? She’s such a good friend, I’m sure she’d like to help me.”
Henry slumped against the wall in resignation.
“Behave?” Henry nodded, “Promise?” Henry nodded again. Millie unlocked the blindfold, released the straps and threw it onto the mattress beside her brother.
“Byee!” With that Millie left the room and locked the door. Poor Henry still hadn’t been fed.
Millie went down two floors to wait for her friends. Now she KNEW that the weekend was going to be so much fun.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Veracity » Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:54 pm

Usually I'm all for keeping the hero in bondage for as long as possible, and really, I think Henry still has a way to go vefore he should be unchained, but there is somethng about this story that makes me want him to get sweet revenge. I have no interest in girl bondage, but I want to see Millie get taken down. I genuinely dislike her.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:26 am

Isn't that funny, Henry's not too keen on her either!
Boxer shorts are cool,
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:14 am

Hallo an I want Millie friends if she female take part in weekend. Perhaps it could at leest one how know that Henry is foll in love to her. What not she want him to but as slave like to feminize him. He like idea not so much that is reason to put him the blindfold again on, with a scarf or hat form her that have smell her perfume.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:29 am

Thank you for your response. You never know what will happen but it has alreday been written. You'll just have to wait and see!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun May 06, 2012 8:31 am

A VISIT TO GRANDMA’S
The doorbell went and Millie answered the door. She met her friends and there was much squealing and air-kissing as Jade and Sammy entered, kicked off their shoes and made themselves comfortable on the sofa by the coffee table, which was laden with nibbles, while Millie rang the Pizzeria.
Millie had turned her laptop to face the wall but it wasn’t long (about half way down her first large glass of chardonnay) before there was an almost imperceptible lull in the squeals and conversation and Sammy noticed some unfamiliar sounds.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“That weird noise.”
“Oh, only the baby alarm.”
“Are you babysitting?”
“Well, - - - sort of.”
“Hang on, where’s your brother?”
“Oh, OK, look at this.” Millie went over to the dining table and collected her computer, trailing the mains lead behind her. She placed it amongst the nibbles so that her friends could see the screen.
Henry could hear the surprised/shocked/scandalised/delighted squeals from his prison cell where he was sat on the mattress, slumped against the wall.
“Oh, my god, it’s Henry!”
“Oh, he looks so cute like that!”
“Ah look, he’s drooling.”
“How did you mange that?”
As Millie explained, amid much delighted squealing, the girls started their second bottle of chardonnay. It was a good job Jade and Sammy were sharing a taxi later.
“Can we go and see him?”
“No, I sort of promised.”
“But you didn’t ACTUALLY promise?
“Oh - - - alright then. I’ll have to feed him later. Can you wait until we’ve had our pizza?”
The girls agreed to wait and settled for enjoying Henry’s discomfort by watching the computer screen whilst putting the world to rights and setting about shredding the reputations of anyone who deserved it. An impressive example of female multi-tasking!
I am sure readers will excuse me if I don’t report every shriek and squeal that punctuated the girls’ increasingly animated conversations that evening but I do invite them to interpolate such delighted/scandalised cries for themselves generously throughout this account. I am sure that said readers could not possibly imagine more such outbursts than there actually were.
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Three enormous pizzas eventually arrived complete with an equally unnecessarily huge roundel of garlic bread. The delivery boy just about escaped unscathed.
The girls devastated the comestibles but even they couldn’t finish the lot. Looking at the debris they decided that there was plenty left to feed Henry. And they hadn’t even started the complimentary two-litre bottle of Pepsi – unlike pizza, it didn’t really go with white wine.
Henry thought he’d been left on his own for far longer than was actually the case even without the blindfold and he was starting to wonder whether his sister had forgotten him. Still, as the light faded outside, he didn’t dare make a noise for fear that the girls would find out that he was there. How touching to be so trusting at that age!
Eventually Henry heard a commotion; someone was obviously climbing the stairs to the loft conversion. By the time he’d struggled to his feet, the key had been turned in the lock and the door opened.
“Hi, Lover Boy, remember me?”
Seeing Jade standing there with Sammy and his sister, Henry was momentarily gob-smacked. As soon as he’d recovered slightly, he objected.
“Sorry, couldn’t understand that, Brother Dear. I’ll just remove that nasty gag for you.”
“Aaagh! I’ve been good. I’ve been quiet. I’ve behaved. You said . . .”
“No, I didn’t. I just said what might happen if you DIDN’T behave.”
“You minging bitch!”
“Uh, Uh, ladies present.”
Jade approached her erstwhile boyfriend and put her arm round him. “Missed me?”
“Oooohhh. Pleeease Nooo!.”
“Too late, you should have thought of that before.” The unfairness of Jade’s statement didn’t seem to dawn on her friends who seemed to consider it quite reasonable.
“I’ve come to feed you your dinner, now sit down and we’ll get started.”
“Oh look: is that a tear?” A defeated Henry slumped to the ground. It was obviously behave or starve. Millie laid the box into which they’d swept the leftovers on the floor where Jade could reach it as she knelt beside the pale skinned boy. He didn’t even notice Sammy absent-mindedly shaking something.
“Would you like some pizza?” Henry glared. “No?”
“Oh well, might as well put your gag back then.”
“No!”
“No what?”
“No, please don’t gag me again.”
“Then answer Jade. – Politely.”
Henry turned and faced his ex-girlfriend. “Yes.”
“Now that wasn’t very polite. Yes what?”
“Yes please, I’d like some pizza.” Henry was trying to control himself.
“Oh, I don’t think that was much better. Do you, girls?”
“He didn’t even use your name.”
“Try again. Last chance.”
“Please Jade, may I have some pizza?”
“There, that wasn’t so difficult was it? What would you like?”
“Pepperoni.” Henry saw the disapproving look on the faces of his three tormentors. “Sorry. Please, Jade, may I have some pepperoni?”
“No, have this piece; it’s a margherita.”
Henry read the signs and chomped glumly on the cold tomato and cheese confection as Jade held it up to his mouth.
“That was a bit cruel, giving him some of the plain one. Give him this piece.” said Millie, who had crouched down along with Sammy, handing Jade a piece of marinara. She knew her brother hated sea-food.
Having not eaten since breakfast, Henry was desperate. He didn’t dare risk having the food taken away yet and resignedly worked the revolting creation down his throat. Surely there was at least one slice with something on it that wasn’t totally disgusting?
Yes, there was just one but even that was cold. Henry managed to eat that and a piece of garlic bread before he couldn’t face the humiliation of having to beg for food any longer.
What with Jade’s slight lack of coordination and Henry’s need to rip the crust with his teeth, food soon generously adorned his slender torso and his shorts. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up,” offered Jade, pulling out a well-used tissue.
Henry dreaded this: his former girlfriend was going to wipe his bare torso thoroughly. Would they notice? It was a good job his shorts had plenty of room in them. By the time she had finished, Henry managed to convince himself that what was left of his dignity had managed to remain intact.
Jade and Millie stood up and Sammy innocently asked whether Henry would prefer water or Pepsi? He knew better than to ask for Coke so Sammy opened the plastic bottle quickly but somewhat clumsily. Bullseye!
“Language!” Henry now had cola dripping from his hair and his face and soaking into his shorts and into the mattress on which he was sitting. “Don’t worry, there’sh plenty left,” assured his drinks waitress.
Henry pushed himself as far into the wall as he could without a sledgehammer as Sammy offered the still slightly foaming bottle to his mouth. He did manage a couple of swigs before he reckoned that the risk of his wearing the rest of the contents outweighed the possible benefits of his continuing to drink.
Service over and Millie announced, “OK, loo time. You know the rules.”
“What, with these two here?”
“You can always close the door.”
“It’s either that or cross your legs.”
“You can always sing to cover up the noise.” The girls were full of useful suggestions.
Realistically, Henry had no way out and Millie soon had all the straps on the blindfold fastened and locked into place.
“Where did you get this stuff?”
“They’re special presents. I bought them for my favourite little brother.” Millie’s wink successfully indicated that that was to be the end of such questions. She took Henry, hauled him to his feet and led him into the en-suite where she freed his wrists and left him to it.
Henry took the necessary time to massage his aching arms after attending to his more urgent needs and only hoped that his sister wouldn’t want to replace his handcuffs before her skanky friends went back downstairs.
Millie got fed up with waiting and opened the door. As soon as Henry felt the cuffs close round his right wrist, he started pleading. Millie was unresponsive and led her handcuffed brother back to his mattress and made him sit down again without making much attempt to find him a dry patch to sit on.
“Open wide.”
“Please, no. That lot already know I’m here and in any case, you can hear if I make any noise with that bloody baby alarm. It’s really not necessary.”
“What do think, girls?”
“I suppose so.”
“No, there’s something wrong. He doesn’t look right like that.”
“I know.” With that Sammy headed downstairs to get something and returned with it before too long. “How about this?”
“Nice one!”
“Yes, go on!”
“Try not to get in the way. I’ll take some photos on my phone.”
Millie went into assertive mode again. “Don’t move. If you do, it’s going to be even worse for you.” That tone of voice persuaded Henry to try to comply and even the unspecified nature of the threat carried its own sinister weight.
It quickly dawned on Henry that he was having lipstick applied. What didn’t dawn on him was the slap-dash nature of the job Sammy was making of it. “Look better?”
Jade and Millie agreed that it did.
“That’ll do. Let’s go, girls.”
“Wait!” Aren’t you going to take of this blindfold?”
“Your choice. Do you really want it removed?” Henry’s reply was less than gentlemanly.
“OK, we’ll take the blindfold off as long as Sammy gets to use her eye-liner and eye-shadow. Your choice.”
“Bitch! All right, get on with it.”
Millie unlocked the blindfold and Sammy set to work with little more precision than she had demonstrated previously. Henry even sat resignedly while she applied rather too much blusher.”
“That’s better.”
“Yes, but what about his hair?”
Henry would have had difficulty imagining any further humiliation that could be heaped upon him as Jade went for some elastic hair-ties. Henry’s hair wasn’t particularly long for a boy but she did manage to get a few tufts to stick up embarrassingly.
“Happy now?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Just don’t turn your backs on me in future. That’s all.”
“Did that sound like s threat to you?”
“Sounded like one to me.”
“Pity we’ve got all the cards. Let’s go and edit the video.”
“Fucking bitches!”
“Alright, that’s the lot. I warned you about using strong language in front of ladies.”
Before he could react, Millie had forced the gag between Henry’s alarmingly red lips and buckled it tightly.
“Clashes a bit, doesn’t it?”
“He’s only a boy; he wouldn’t notice.”
The girls left and giggled their unsteady way down the stairs leaving Henry in chains, gagged, made up, coiffed and locked in a bare room.
They all agreed that this evening was so much fun!

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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by mattbind1974 » Sat May 12, 2012 1:51 pm

wow .........................................

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun May 13, 2012 12:46 pm

A VISIT TO GRANDMA’S
The evening wore on and the need for more wine overrode the demands of taste as a bottle of Blue Nun was opened. After all that chardonnay, the cheap hock shouldn’t taste all that bad.
More reputations were shredded, all the world’ problems were solved, boyfriends were put under the microscope and the past highlights of “Henry’s Holiday Home Video” were enjoyed by all. Eventually, the chocolates and coffee stage arrived and the girls arranged for the taxi to arrive in about half an hour to avoid the increased post-midnight tariff. All things were settled satisfactorily to all parties (except, perhaps, one) and Millie announced that it was time to put Henry to bed.
That met with approval and the revellers took, rather uncertainly, to their feet.
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Henry heard his visitors’ far from peaceful approach. What did they have lined up for him next?
“Hello, Henry. We’ve come to put you to beddie-byes.”
What Henry tried to say was, “No, it’s alright, I’m good, thanks.” But it somehow got misunderstood.
“No, ’s alright, don’t thank ush.”
Henry was grateful to see that at least the girls had brought him a duvet and a pillow, he’d need them if he was to be left where he was all night. Maybe this time they weren’t going to humiliate him. - - -Perhaps. - - -
“OK, time to get dressed for bed.”
Henry tried to push himself through the wall again. He shook his head violently and yelled furiously into his gag before nodding towards his lap trying to indicate that he was happy to stay in his long, green swimming trunks for the night.
“Typical boy”
“Shkanky or wha’?”
“No, shorry, you can’t stay in those shorts forever, mum and dad won’ be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.” The sheer horror of that statement provoked Henry to an even greater state of agitation.
“It’s alright, don’t worry, we’ll help.” That did nothing to assuage Henry’s fury.
“Don’t worry, girls, I think I can get him to calm down.” Saying this, Jade sat on her former boyfriend’s legs thus totally stymieing his attempt to stand. She rested her arms on his shoulders and played with his ears and his hair just like she used to only a couple of weeks previously. Resistance was obviously futile and, besides, Henry was once more aware of the potential for further embarrassment that his incipient bodily reaction might imminently cause. He settled down as his sister read him his fortune.
“Sorry I don’t know where you keep your boxers,” lied Millie, “but I’ve brought you these.”

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If it was possible, Henry’s jaw dropped even further than the gag had already demanded. They weren’t Millie’s flimsiest or frilliest knickers but, with their lacy hems and the neatly placed little pink bow in the middle of the waistband, they were certainly not a garment Henry would have chosen for himself.
Henry started bucking and shaking his head furiously again. Jade “calmed” him. It was a good job that she was one of the strongest members of her martial arts group.
“We’ve got a proposition to put to you.”
“Yes, shut up or . . .”
Henry listened to the instruction. “You’re going to put these on. They are your pyjamas. That’s all there is to it. If you behave, we’ll let you bring your hands in front and change in the privacy of the en-suite.”
Henry was waiting for the “Or else . . .” He grunted
“Oh, I see. If you don’t, I’m sure the three of us could strip you and we’ll just leave you like that. We need a finale for the video.”
“There, you see, we’re not so bad after all, are we?” Henry had almost forgotten those hazel eyes that were once more smiling into his baby blues.
“Do you want them?” Henry reluctantly nodded. At least they didn’t make him beg.
Jade climbed off Henry’s shorts and Sammy suggested that, if he couldn’t get his hands in front of him in thirty seconds, she would be prepared to help him remove them.
“Time’s started.”
“’Iiff!”
“I might well be; but time’s running out.”
Henry rolled around on the floor, getting his handcuffs under his bum with very little difficulty but he was aware that the process had left him exposing more of his arse than he would have wanted to display in present company. The ankle cuffs made getting both his feet the other side of his wrist chain more of a problem than he would previously have believed. By the time his hands were properly in front of him, the thirty seconds were well in the past but Sammy didn’t mind; watching Henry was toooo much fun.
Henry stumbled to his feet and clumsily adjusted his shorts.
“Aaaaw pity, nice arsh.” Henry didn’t appreciate being appraised by the girls in the exactly the same way as his mates and he were accustomed to appraising them. It’s certainly a good job he was still gagged at that stage.
“Right, remember: it’s still not too late for us to help you and, even with your hands cuffed in front of you, the door to the room is locked and you’re still one against our three. Don’t lock the en-suite door, will you?”
Henry made for the en-suite with his sister’s knickers in his hands. Millie followed and unlocked the cuff from his left ankle.
“Two minutes, then I’m coming in.” Mille closed the door after her.
Henry’s shoulders fell and the tears of frustration started as soon as he thought the girls wouldn’t be able to see him. Even in that state, he realised that he had no time to waste especially as he was absolutely sure that the girls, especially Sammy, would be only too happy to “help” him.
He eased his swimming shorts clumsily down over his bum and, more easily, down his legs and stepped out of them using his feet successively to hold the garment to the ground. With his hands cuffed that had been difficult enough but he thought he would better be able to get himself into the knickers if he was sitting on the lavatory.
He sat, examined the garment and thought that anything as flimsy as that wasn’t going to hold him very firmly but he resigned himself to the inevitable and passed the cuff, the chain and his right foot through one leg-hole and his left foot through the other. With some difficulty he lifted the briefs into place. He was slim but Millie was considerably smaller than her brother and Henry wasn’t best impressed by the coverage provided by the faded pink garment. He was also right about the support they were, or were not, providing.
“Ready, Henry?”
“Mnnn!”
Millie opened the door and told her brother to replace the cuff round his free ankle and lock it on. Henry had no choice. He did so and returned to the room.

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“Ooooh, it suits him!”
“Soooo cute!”
“That’s better, I’ll rinsh out your shorts for you. Then you can put them back on tomorrow.”
“IF I let him!”
The poisonous look this time was ruined not only by the gag but also by the severely smudged remains of Sammy’s makeup job. Henry had forgotten that even before he’d had a chance to see it but at least most of his “hair-style” had been undone due to his rubbing against the mattress and the wall. The one remaining tuft probably looked more ridiculous than the full “do” had.
“On your kees.”
“’e’ ‘uuu’”
“OK, stay like that then. I thought you might want that pretty gag removed overnight. I’ll just use this little padlock to lock your cuffs together.”
“I’d kneel if I was you, Lover.”
Henry knelt while his sister explained his immediate prospects. Have you ever heard of “Hobson’s choice”?
Henry “chose” to have the gag removed (as long as he begged – he had no dignity left to lose). He also “chose” not to have to work his hands behind him and have his elbows restrained again.
He was then “allowed” to crawl over to his mattress where the pillow had already been positioned and Sammy “tucked him in”.
“Say goodnight, girls.”
“Sleep tight.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“See you in the morning. Don’t you think it was kind of dad to build that shelf so high up so that you couldn’t dislodge the web-cam or the baby alarm by accident? Don’t worry about needing help in the night; I’ll take the other end of the alarm to bed with me. DON’T wake me up.”
So saying, Millie displayed the sodden gag ostentatiously.
“Say, ’Goodnight.’”
Henry lay there seething.
“Oh, that sounds like the taxi.”
“Goodnight.”
“Nigh’ nigh’.”
The girls waved to Henry as though was a little baby and left him on his own.
Henry heard Millie lock the door but not before she’d turned round and said, “Just think: mum and dad know you’re in good hands so they might not be back before tomorrow evening.”
The lights went out.

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THE END
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but little speedos rule!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Veracity » Sun May 13, 2012 9:36 pm

Poor Henry, hehehe!

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu May 17, 2012 9:59 am

Just noticed this story for the first time, which shows how little I've checked the story sections lately. Quite nice.
The sister reminds me of my high school gf a little bit. I think she treated her two younger brothers in a similar way sometimes.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Jun 23, 2013 5:22 am

I've just found a copy of Millie's finished video.
I've posted a still from it by the first episode.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:51 am

Very nice pic. Pretty sure I haven't seen that one before, though the Tugstories Proboards site had a similar one.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Jun 23, 2013 7:41 am

No, Steveie made that one especially for the story and gave it to me to with as I would.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by zacekjakub » Sun Jun 23, 2013 7:57 am

Going to continue? Please.

### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:06 am

> xtc wrote:No, Steveie made that one especially for the story and gave it to me to with as I would.

Yes I'm sure, but don't you remember that three-part drawing that also showed a prisoner (in a different pose, tied in a chair) being video-taped? That's what I was referring to. I already know it's not the same one.
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by xtc » Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:32 am

Zacekjakub,
I've been considering continuing with the trials of Henry but he's not very near the front of the queue, sorry! Thanks for asking.
Jason,
Stevie has re-posted the three pictures from that story this week on DA.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: A Visit to Grandma's

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:56 am

> xtc wrote: Jason,Stevie has re-posted the three pictures from that story this week on DA.

Ah; didn't know that. Haven't been there much since I... errr... wore out my welcome.
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