## The next day. A day to remember.

Post by lasse672000 » Tue May 26, 2009 2:13 am

I was wakened at 7 the next day, when our father came in an unlocked the cuffs from my hands and feet.
â€œGet up and get dressed,â€ he told us both. â€œYour mother and I have a lot of things to do today and we want to get you over to your grandparents house, ASAP.â€
We quickly got out of bed and got dressed. I chose a pair of thick white pantyhose, my denim skirt and a red sweater. My brother chose similar clothes to mine, except he, naturally, wore jeans instead of a skirt. He too likes to wear pantyhose in winter when heâ€™s not in school, because they keep him warmer than socks and long underwear, he once explained.
Right after we had eaten breakfast our father, my brother and I went out to the car, and got in. We normally would have walked (it was only a 20 minute walk), but as our parents were taking the car to go out of town, and would drop us off first.
Five minutes later, our mother came out of the house, carrying a plastic shopping bag. She got in beside our father and off we went.
I had been looking forward to this visit, as much as I liked going to the dentist, because the only thing we ever did, was to look at old pictures and hear them talk about old times. When we got there 5 minutes later, I discovered that this time would be a bit different.
A high hedgerow surrounded the house. In the middle of the hedge was the gate. Everyone, except for our father, went out of the car and went up to the gate.
When we had stepped through it and gone up a bit into the garden our mother said, â€œThatâ€™s far enough not to be seen by the neighbours, I think. Put your hands behind your backs. If you donâ€™t mind?â€
We said didnâ€™t, but wanted to know why? â€œSo I can cuff you, off courseâ€ our mother told us. So thatâ€™s what she had in the bag! Our cuffs! We both agreed and she slapped the cuffs on us.
Then she said â€œOpen wide, so I can gag you!â€ When we did, she pushed a ball gag in behind our teeth and buckled it tight behind our heads.
When we got to the front door our grandma opened it so fast, she must have been standing by it.
â€œHello! How are you?â€ she said. â€œDo come in! Itâ€™s rather cold, and I donâ€™t want to let all the warmth out!â€ She didnâ€™t even mention the fact that my brother and I were hand cuffed and ball gagged!
We went inside and our mother took our handcuffs off, but just long enough for us to get our coats off, before she put them back on.
We stood there, stupefied. What in the world was going on? I looked over at my brother but he just shrugged. He was as mystified as I was.
â€œHere are the keys to the handcuffs. The ballgagges have a buckle in the back.â€ And with that, she was off, for her day with our father.
â€œCome in to the livingroom and have a seat. I think your granddad and I have some explaining to do.â€ When we, still cuffed and gagged, had taken a seat on the sofa in the livingroom, granddad came in and without a comment, he and grandma sat down in a couple of armchairs.
â€œI suppose you want to know, why I wasnâ€™t alarmed by the sight of you two cuffed and gagged?â€ We both nodded.
â€œWell you see, itâ€™s like this!â€ she begun the explanation. â€œWhen your mother was about the same as you are now, we tied her up much the same way she does with you today. The only difference is, that we only had rope to tie her up with and no ballgagges.â€
â€œIn fact,â€ she went on, â€œI think we still have one thing that she used in a box up in the attic. Could you go up and get it?â€ she asked her husband.
â€œYes, dear.â€ he said. â€œItâ€™ll be fun to see their reactions to those things. If the box is still there, of course.â€ And with that, he left the room.
By the time he got back with the box, grandma had taken off our handcuffs and ballgagges, and put them on a table in the corner. â€œHere we are. I even found some old photos of her being tied up. Would you like to see them, kids?â€ he asked.
â€œ Thatâ€˜s right, the photos! I had completely forgotten all about them!â€ grandma said, as he lay them on the table in front of us and spread them out. We looked at them for a while. They were taken over a period of many years, and showed our mother being tied up in various dresses and skirts. They were taken both summer- and wintertime. She was even gagged with a cloth on some of the pictures. She looked quite funny with her cheeks bulging, but we could see she liked it.
Then we turned our attention to the box. In it was two belts, one large and one small. The smaller one was riveted to the large in the middle and there were two buckles beside each other, one pointing the normal way and the other one pointing downwards.
â€œWhat is that?â€ I asked pointing at the contraption.
â€œThat is a chastity belt. Your mother wore it, by her own choice, when she went on dates. â€˜For her own protectionâ€˜ as she put it,â€ Granddad explained.
â€œCan I try it on, please?â€ I then asked.
â€œOf course you can,â€œ granddad said. â€œIt might be a bit big for you, though. You have to remember that she was older than you are now, when she got it. But you are welcome to try it on, if you like to. Take your skirt off, for a moment and Iâ€˜ll put it on you.â€
â€œOh, no you donâ€™t!â€ grandma said. â€œIf anyone is to try it out on her, itâ€™ll better be me and with no man folk around.â€ She took me into their bedroom and I took off my skirt. She took the bigger belt and buckled it at the back. Then she took the loose strap between my legs, and buckled it up at the back as well. It turned out it fit almost perfectly. The result was, that it was snug and comfortable.
â€œHowâ€™s that?â€ she asked, â€œOf course, itâ€™s not designed to over any clothes, but you get the idea anyway, I hope?â€
I said I did. Then I asked if I could borrow it for the rest of the day?
â€œOf course you can. As it fits you so perfectly, Iâ€™ll even let you take it with you when you leave and your mother can take it off tonight. We donâ€™t have any use for it, anyway. Let me put it on you the correct way. There are openings underneath so you can do your business in the bathroom, without taking it off.â€ With that she took the belts off and I pulled down my pantyhose and underpants. She then put it on the way it was supposed to. It still fit perfectly. After I had pulled up my pants and pantyhose and put my skirt back on, no one could even see I was wearing it.
We went back into the livingroom. â€œIt fits her perfectly,â€ grandma told the boys. â€œWhat do you say, dad? Can we let her have it? She wants to.â€ Granddad said, â€œI donâ€™t see why not, mom. We certainly have no use for it any more, thatâ€˜s for sure!â€ he said with a chuckle.
So I left it on and by the time our parents came to pick us up, I had almost forgotten all about it. We said goodbye and were again cuffed and ball gagged and lead out to the car. This time the cuffs and gagges didnâ€™t come off, until it was time for supper.
That night I showed my mother the chastity belt, before I put my pyjamas on. She got tears in her eyes, when she saw it. â€œNow, that brings back memories, let me tell you! Some of them are happy, others are sad,â€ she said. â€œDoes it hurt? Do you want me to take it off for you?â€
â€œNo.â€ I said. â€œIt doesnâ€™t hurt and you can take it of tomorrowâ€ Just then our father came in and wondered if any of us wanted to be cuffed for the night, as usual. â€œYes please.â€ my brother and I said in unison. â€œThe same way as last night,â€ I added.
Whazzzz up!.