Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby viking » Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:16 am

well lot's of you seemed to enjoy my previous story about Sarah and her stuffed bear Mr Stratos.
this is my second story about them and i hope you all like this just as much as the previous one.

MR Stratos-001.jpeg
what Mr Stratos looks like in Sarah's imagination.


At Grandma

last time i mentioned that Sarah lived with her father about 10 minutes away from her grandma and that her dad was a police officer. often that meant Sarah would stay over at her grandma when dad was at work.
the story takes place a few days after the previous one. School was closed for the vacation and Sarah would spend a lot of time over at grandma.

she got there already at 8 in the morning and today she was wearing a white hello kitty dress with short sleeves and the skirt of the dress reached halfway to her knees.
she didn't do anything special about her hair today, so it was just regular brown hair going slightly past her shoulders.
"my oh my, how much you look like your mother" grandma suddenly said "the same brown eyes, and she also wore skirts and dresses all the time".
"'i'm not wearing skirts or dresses all the time... but i do have a good selection of them"

you could tell by the smell that grandma was cooking something good out of those cloud berries.
"you don't have to sit on that kitchen chair all day you know"
Sarah sighted and said polite "i know, but what else can i do here? there is nothing to watch on tv"
"don't you kids have any imagination at those days?" Grandma pointed out
"why don't you and Mr Stratos have a look around the house? maybe you find something to do"

Sarah walked into the living room and looked at the arctic bear sitting in the couch watching tv.
"what are you looking at?"
"som live concert" Mr Stratos said with his helium voice "todays music is not as good as it used to be".
Sarah looked at Mr Stratos and seemed surprised "since when did you care for music?"

"oh i always loved music, it's just that i cant stand the disney pop music you are listening too"
Sarah turned of the tv.
"HEY, i was watching that!"
"what do you men you can't stand my music?" Sarah said a little angry.
"well, you know... Hannah Montana and all those, seriously? they can barely sing and they are using this stupid auto-tune thing at all time. that is not music".
Sarah was starting to get angry now.
"oh really, then what do you call music fur face?"

"well, Eric Clapton has a lot of good stuff and The Beatles. OH, and let's not forget about Chuck Berry".
"what? i never heard of any of those"
"exactly, that's what i mean. you don't know real music"
Mr Stratos got up from the couch and continued talking "as a matter of fact, i think your grandma knows more about good music than you do"

Sarah turned around and went back to the kitchen "grandma? what kinda music do you like?"
"hmm, well i did use to listen to The Beatles a lot when i was younger. my i remember i had such a huge crush on Paul McCartney back then"

"Paul who?" Sarah asked.
"you know what Sarah, if you head to the attic i have stored a lot of old vinyl records that you can look at. they are in a box next to the last roof window"

"Mr Stratos, we are going to have a look at grandmas attic" Sarah said as she walked trough the living room. Mr Stratos quickly followed her.

they walked up the stairs and opened the door to the attic.
as they entered they could see an old couch with a table in front of it in the end of the room. 3 roof windows with a lot of boxes underneath.
next to couch was a strange thing they didn't know the name of and two speaker.
also it was a couple of support poles in the middle of the room.

"she said it was in the box standing underneath the last window" Sarah said as they walked in.
"what was in the box again?" Mr Stratos was inspecting the room and went to smell on the couch.
"i don't remember what she called it but... why are you smelling on the couch?"
"Helloooo, like i'm a bear and stuff. it's part of my nature to smell at new things" Mr Stratos said sarcastic.
"hey, i know what that is" he suddenly interrupted as Sarah looked in the box with old vinyls.
"really? what?" Sarah was now curios.
"this my unknowing friend... is giant flat donuts"
Mr Stratos grabbed one and started chewing on it "but they must be old, because they are really dry"

"oh, i see you found my old vinyl collection" they suddenly heard grandma say as she came in to the attic.
"giant flat donuts you said?" Sarah said to the tiny stuffed bear sitting next to her.
"here i'll show you how it works" grandma said as she took an old disc and placed in the strange box next to the couch and switched a button.

suddenly music came out from the speaker.
"ah, Johnny Cash. may he rest in peace" grandma said.
"hey grandma what else do you got here?"
"just look around darling, i'll be in the kitchen if you need anything"

Sarah and Mr Stratos looked around the other boxes. "hey this one has your dad's name on it" Mr Stratos said.
they opened it and found an old Nintendo entertainment system.
"i think it's a video game, i wonder if it still works" Sarah said and noticed that some to the controllers had duct tape around the cables.
"i remember dad told me once that when he was a kid he used to play on a very old Nintendo and sometimes the cat would bite of the cables"
lifting it up they found a couple of games for it as well and a roll of duct tape.
"seems like your dad left the tape roll he used to repair it in the same box" Mr Stratos went over to the vinyl collection to see what he could find.
Sarah noticed something else at the corner behind the door, a pile of ropes.

suddenly the music changed and a song with a little more rhythm started.
"hey" Mr Stratos suddenly said "i feel like dancing a little"
"mind if i join you?"
Sarah and Mr Stratos started to dance around together in the attic for a short time.
until Sarah managed to push Mr Stratos so he tripped and a pile of boxes felled over him.
Sarah laughed hard as Mr Stratos crawled angry out of the boxes.
"very funny" he said "watch your steps when your dancing"
Sarah kept spinning around the room and said "well if you don't like my dancing you could always tie me up you know"

Mr Stratos looked at the ropes in the corner and over at the box with the duct tape "well maybe i will".

Sarah stopped dancing "really? i was just kidding you know".
"yeah right, you suggested it because you want me to tie you up" he answered "you had me tie you up a lot lately".
"oh yeah, when was the last time?" she said to him.
Mr Stratos picked up the all the ropes he could and carried them towards her.
"saturday 2 days ago, you remember?"
"and before that?"
"look, i don't remember the exact days but since the summer vacation started you had me tie you up at least once a week"

Mr Stratos then pushed Sarah up against one of the support poles.
they had 5 ropes in total.
2 of them where about 2,5 meters long and the other 3 where about 10 meters long.
Mr Stratos started to tie her legs together at the ankles with one of the short ropes.
"well, if you don't like to tie me up then why are you doing it now?" Sarah asked with a smile.
"i never said i didn't like doing it, i just think it's strange that you asked me to do it so much lately"
he then tied the other short rope around her knees.
now he started to tie one of the long ropes around her chest as many times as possible so her arms got pinned to the side of her body from elbows and up.
"well at least i come up with something else to do than just complaining about how horrible modern music is".
"that's it, i had enough of your babbling" Mr Stratos then took the roll of duct tape and added tape over her mouth.
now it was time to attach her to the pole. he took both the remaining of the long ropes and tied them around her stomach and the pole from elbows and downward so her arms got pinned even more to the body as well as her back was bound up against the support pole.
he finished by using the roll of duct tape around Sarah's wrists so her hands got tied up in front of her.

so there she was standing. one rope wrapped around her chest and arms several times, two long ropes holding her back against the support pole, and pinning her arms in front of her witch was tied together with duct tape and two ropes tying her ankles and knees together.
Ring of fire was now playing in the background from the old stereo as she struggled a little.
Mr Stratos now went back to the Vinyls to see what else there was.
suddenly she heard her grandma call "Sarah, lunch is ready!"

she tried to struggle some and noticed one thing that was different now than the previous times she had tied up self but pretending it to be her stuffed bear.
this time she couldn't get free.
usually when Sarah tied her self up she just tied her legs, wrapped a rope around her chest and arms and then tied a rope around her stomach and pushed down her arms between the ropes around her stomach.
this time she had dragged out the duct tape and holded between her fingers while shaking her arms so the duct tape would spin around her wrists and fingers. to get it off she had pushed the roll between her legs and teared it off and pushed her arms against her stomach to place the last hanging piece of tape.
then she had pushed her arms between the ropes wrapped around her stomach.

she started to get desperate as she couldn't get out of her bounds.
"okey, i'll be there as soon as i can!" she muffled trough the gag.
"Mr Stratos, quick you have to untie me now"
even though she was gagged... well let's face it we all know that a piece of duct tape is not a good enough gag to silence somebody.
Mr Stratos walked toward her and started working on the knots.
"emh, i don't how i did this, but i can't find a way to untie you"

"YOU STUPID BRAIN DEAD BEAR! DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO STAY LIKE THIS?" she yelled trough to the gag.
"you know, i would have been a little more humble if where you now"
"Sarah, what are you doing up there?" they could hear grandma yell from downstairs.

"okay, i'm sorry, please do something to get me out of this" Sarah said.
"well, i see what i can do"
Mr Stratos inspected the ropes and tried to figure out a way to untie her.
"Sarah what is taking so long?" grandma said as she came up the stairs. she stopped as soon as she could see her 7 year old granddaughter tied up like she was.
she took of her glasses and cleaned them a little, then took them back on to see if she had seen right.
"hey grandma..." Sarah said.
this was so embarrassing. and grandma would probably tell dad too about this, and it would become even more awkward.

"tell me, how did you manage to do this?"
"Mr Stratos did this to me" Sarah whispered and her cheeks started to turn red.
"well Mr Stratos will have to tie you up later now it is lunch time".
grandma started to untie Sarah.

when they got downstairs she had prepared a sandwich and a glass of orange juice.
"now tell me, how many times have you done this"
Sarah thought a little about it "i think this is the 4th time Mr Stratos has tied me up since the summer vacation started. i don't know how many times he has done it before that".

this was so embarrassing, talking about how she used to have Mr Stratos tie her up.
"does your dad know about this?"
"i don't think so, he haven't seen us yet" she said and took a big bite of the sandwich.
"well, i won't tell him about it then. as long as you don't put yourself in danger i don't see any harm"
"really?" Sarah seemed surprised by her grandmas reaction "may i ask why you have those ropes in the attic?"

"your grandfather stored them up there, he was going to use them at his boat. but then he passed away and i didn't bother with getting rid of them" grandma said as she refilled the glass of orange juice Sarah was drinking from.

"you know what? if you want to, you can take them with you back home"
"you mean it?" Sarah seemed excited, she never thought her grandma would be so cool about this.
"thanks, because i only got like a few jump ropes at home and it would be nice to have some more ropes to use".
"but just let me make one thing clear. i do not want to have anything to do with your little games, so don't ever ask me to tie you up or anything. i would just feel so cruel if did so"

Sarah seemed to be thinking a little.
"but, are you okay about it if i let Mr Stratos tie me up more often at the attic?"
"suite yourself kid" Grandma said while smiling.
"then i think i will take just two of the long ropes with me, and leave the remaining here so i don't have to bring them with me every time i come for a visit"

right after lunch Sarah ran back to the attic where Mr Stratos was sitting in the couch reading an old comic book and listening to a new vinyl.
"now that Sarah, that is music" he said while he pointed at the speaker "i didn't know your Grandma used to listen to Pink Floyd".

"yeah yeah, whatever. i want you to tie me up again" she said.
"what, even though your grandma caught us?"
"she's fine with it, now this time tie me up in a sitting position" she said and sat down on the floor next to the support pole.
"BUT DON'T USE THE DUCT TAPE THIS TIME!"

Mr Stratos tied Sarah's legs together with one of the long ropes and wrapped it around her legs all the way from her ankles to her knees.
"i got an idea" he said and started to tie one of the short ropes around the pole a couple of times and tied a knot. but it still had a length from both ends sticking out. he used the remaining of both ends to tie two slipknots.
"what is the point of that" Sarah asked.
"wait and see".
he then started to a long rope around Sarah and the pole so her arms got pinned to her body and the back up against the pole. the last of the long ropes he tied around her chest and the pole so her arms got pinned even more to her body, so now her back was completely stuck to the support pole while both arms where pinned to her body at her waist, shoulders and elbows.
now Mr Stratos used the slipknots attached to the pole to tie Sarah's wrists. they where now stuck in an slipknot each at the side of the pole, so Sarah was completely unable to pull up her arms from the rope around her body.

"there we go, and still i got a short piece of rope left" Mr Stratos said while clapping his hands.
Sarah tried to struggle a little. once again she was so stuck.
Mr Stratos used the next hours to read comics while Sarah just stared out of the roof window. the sun shined right down on her through the window as she was tied up in the attic.
as time flew by she knew she had to free herself before her dad came to pick her up.
she started to struggle some and after 10 minutes of struggling she finally managed to shake of the slipknot at her left arm.
now all she had to do was pull it out and untie the other one and she would be free in no time.

"i made it, your slipknot wasn't that effective after all" she said while Mr Stratos just enjoyed his comic and music.
an hour later Sarah's dad came over and she started to walk home with him carrying Mr Stratos in one arm.

"so, how was your day?" Sarah asked her father.
"pretty busy. what about you, how was your visit to grandma?"
"oh, you can say that i have been pretty tied up the whole day too".
Sarah's father just laughed without knowing that it she meant it literally, and also without knowing that in the backpack he was carrying for her, Sarah had hidden two pieces of rope at 10 meters each.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:56 am

And Mr Stratos strikes again!! He sure looks scary!

I'm glad that Grandma was so cool with it, even giving her the ropes.

I'm surprised she didn't gag herself the second time.

Anyway, great story! And maybe next time, Mr Stratos will figure out a way to gag her more effectively.

And I guess she really can't be tied up for real until she got a real living friend to help Mr. Stratos tie her up.

Still, I'm wondering what will happen if Dad suddenly came home earlier than expected, and saw his daughter tied up by Mr. Stratos!!

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby ChloĆ© Badelaine » Fri Jun 15, 2012 4:53 am

Wow, Mister Stratos sure have sweet tastes in music !
Think i loooove him !
:lol:
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Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby John Kennon Smith » Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:41 am

Mr. Stratos reputation for tying up girls grows by the minute! Hope he can just get better at it as most of his victims always escapes! :lol:

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby viking » Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:02 pm

Tom Ford wrote:And Mr Stratos strikes again!! He sure looks scary!

I'm glad that Grandma was so cool with it, even giving her the ropes.

I'm surprised she didn't gag herself the second time.

Anyway, great story! And maybe next time, Mr Stratos will figure out a way to gag her more effectively.

And I guess she really can't be tied up for real until she got a real living friend to help Mr. Stratos tie her up.

Still, I'm wondering what will happen if Dad suddenly came home earlier than expected, and saw his daughter tied up by Mr. Stratos!!

thanks, i made the drawing my self.
and trust me, i got plans. i already am thinking out a story involving another person to tie up Sarah.
but remember, the main plot of the story is that Sarah is using her imagination about how Mr Stratos is doing this sort of things to her. so even if somebody else can tie her up once in a while, i still need to focus on Mr Stratos.

ChloƩ Badelaine wrote:Wow, Mister Stratos sure have sweet tastes in music !
Think i loooove him !
:lol:

:wink:

John Kennon Smith wrote:Mr. Stratos reputation for tying up girls grows by the minute! Hope he can just get better at it as most of his victims always escapes! :lol:

yeah, i wish so too :) but considering that he's a bear and everything makes it kinda hard.
i mean... the guy has paws... he doesn't have any fingers.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Jun 16, 2012 3:28 am

viking wrote:and trust me, i got plans. i already am thinking out a story involving another person to tie up Sarah.
but remember, the main plot of the story is that Sarah is using her imagination about how Mr Stratos is doing this sort of things to her. so even if somebody else can tie her up once in a while, i still need to focus on Mr Stratos.


Well, how about introducing another girl of Sarah's age who would also believe in Mr. Stratos after Sarah introduces him to her. Then both can imagine that Mr. Stratos is forcing the other to tie her, or the other girl would try to vainly "stop" Mr. Stratos from tying the other. That way, the focus remains on Mr. Stratos, but in the imagination of two girls, not only one. They can then experiment on various tie up and gagging techniques.

Oh yes. Maybe Mr. Stratos can use zip ties or handcuffs next time he plays alone with Sarah? That way, Mr. Stratos can at least hold his victim indefinitely! :big:

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby viking » Sat Jun 16, 2012 9:40 am

Tom Ford wrote:Well, how about introducing another girl of Sarah's age who would also believe in Mr. Stratos after Sarah introduces him to her. Then both can imagine that Mr. Stratos is forcing the other to tie her, or the other girl would try to vainly "stop" Mr. Stratos from tying the other. That way, the focus remains on Mr. Stratos, but in the imagination of two girls, not only one. They can then experiment on various tie up and gagging techniques.

Oh yes. Maybe Mr. Stratos can use zip ties or handcuffs next time he plays alone with Sarah? That way, Mr. Stratos can at least hold his victim indefinitely! :big:

funny that you should mention the handcuffs. you see there is a reason why i made her a dad a police officer :big:

also funny that you mentioned the idea about Sarah meeting a new girl. because that is actually what i had in mind for the next story :)

seems like great minds think alike.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby Jay Candice » Sat Jun 16, 2012 11:07 am

Awesome job. I love your stories, they are so creative!
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Re: Sarah And Mr Stratos: At Grandma

Postby viking » Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:16 am

Jay Candice wrote:Awesome job. I love your stories, they are so creative!

thanks :big: and i have barely started using my creative side.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape