## Weekend at the grandparents (reworked)

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:27 am

â€œHow would you two like to go to your grandparents and stay there the whole weekend?â€ our mother asked one day.
â€œWeâ€™d love to,â€ my brother said, â€œjust as long as we can be tied up in the car. PLEASE!â€ I added.
â€œSure you can.â€ mum said.
The next day, we hurried to get dressed. I was in such a hurry, I almost forgot my CB, but I remembered it just in time and with the help of my brother put it on. After breakfast, we had our hands tied, my brothersâ€™ in front and my behind my back. We were also, at our request gagged. Then we sat in the car and my brother managed to help me buckle my seat belt. Our father closed the car doors and off we went.
When we got there, our father released our hands so we could take off our coats and then he took off our gagges. Then we took our bags and unpacked them, in our bedroom for the weekend.
â€œWhy donâ€™t we tie their hands to the armrests of their chairs and feed them, just like we sometimes did with their mother? Just this once?â€ granddad asked before we sat down to eat.
â€œYes, OK.â€ grandma said. â€œBut then we can probably work something out, which satisfies their thirst for being tied up.â€
After lunch, we were released from the kitchen chairs. We all went and sat down in the living room and talked the rules of the game through. We agreed that my brother and I would be tied up one way or another for most, if not all, of the weekend. The only time we were sure to be free of the ropes, were pretty much when we went to the bathroom and when we took a shower in the morning. But then again, thatâ€™s the only times we could be sure to be gagged instead. When I asked â€œWhat about when we go to sleep? â€œ, they said, that they hadnâ€™t worked that part out yet, but they would. We could also expect, from time to time be gagged, either separately or together. When we had to communicate something to them, we simply had to â€œhuffâ€ in our gag and one of them would take it off. At mealtimes, one of us would feed the other. As soon as he or she was finished, it would be time to switch.
And, last but not least, our time as their â€˜prisonersâ€™ would begin as of right now.
Grandma made a twirling motion with her hand and we obeyed in unison. She tied our hands behind our back. Then she asked me, if I wore the chastity belt today. When I said I did, she took a smaller piece of rope and with that, connected my hands to the belt that went across my waist; so that when I jerked my hands back, the CB went to a place, where the sun never shines. I soon noticed that although it did hurt a bit, it wasnâ€™t an altogether unpleasant experience. Not that I would make a habit out of it, but still I enjoyed it.
I stayed tied up that way, pretty much all afternoon. As it was a rather cloudy day, we stayed indoors most of the time. Around three oâ€™clock, the sun at last began to peer through the clouds. When he saw that, my brother asked our grandfather if he could be tied up to one of the poles holding up the roof of the decking outside for a while. â€œSure,â€ granddad said. â€œDo you want to be outside for a while, too?â€ he asked me.
â€œSure. Why not? Iâ€™m not going to let him have all the fun, am I?â€ I said.
Without another word, she shoved a balled up handkerchief in my brotherâ€™s and my mouths, followed by bandanas being tied around our heads to keep them in place. When she saw the look in my eyes, she said that it would keep us quiet when we were out there.
â€œYou two kids! Outside, right now!â€ he said in a stern voice, pointing his thumb theatrically over his shoulder at the door to the deck. We bowed our heads and went outside. After a couple of minutes, we were joined by grandma. â€œWhat in the world are you doing?â€ she asked, when she saw him tying my brothers knees to the pole. â€œWell, he said he wanted to be tied this way and when I asked, she wanted to come along and be tied up as well!â€ he said, looking up at her, his face reddened by the strain of having to bend over. â€œIâ€™m almost finished here. Can you give me a hand tying her up? Thereâ€™s some rope on the stool over there.â€ He said, nodding his head at a stool standing in the corner of the deck.
â€œI sure can!â€ she said with a smile. Having said that, she released my hands and told me to lie down next to a couple of poles in one corner. She then retied them separately to the poles. The legs and knees were just tied together, so I could move around. But when granddad saw that, he took a rope and tied one end of the rope around my feet and the other end to a rope that went around my brotherâ€™s waist.
â€œThere,â€ she said, â€œnow she canâ€™t squirm around, making a lot of noise.â€
They inspected each otherâ€™s knots and then went inside giggling like a pair of teenagers, leaving us alone for the next hour or hour and a half.
We, or at least I, tried for a while to free at least the hands from the ropes, but I soon discovered that they had done a far too good a job of tying the knots, for me to get my hands free any time soon. We ended up talking â€œgag talkâ€ to each other and generally enjoying the warmth of the sun and pretty much the whole situation. After a while, we were released and marched into the house to have dinner. I was the first having my hands tied so my brother could feed me. Letâ€™s just say, it turned out to be a messy affair! In all fairness, when it came to be my turn to feed him, it wasnâ€™t much tidier.
After dinner, we spent most of the rest of the evening, tied up on stools in front of the TV. We were sent to bed at around 10 in the evening. When I asked if she would take the chastity belt off for the night, grandma said: No, I would have to wear the CB all the time, day and night. Then she tied my hands together in front of me. Then the knees and feet, which were secured by a rope to the foot end of the bed. After having done the same thing to my brother, she blindfolded us with a bandana each.
Last edited by lasse672000 on Sun Sep 13, 2009 4:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: Weekend at the grandparents

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Sep 12, 2009 2:17 pm

Hallo is very good story. I would like hear more this weekend.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Weekend at the grandparents (reworked)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Sep 14, 2009 3:04 pm

Hallo thank you, to at more to the story is very nice day. I`m curious about how tied up one next day. I think for feeding need more protection of cloth or little punishment for the messy affair.
I would have nearly the continuation overlooked because you the contribution edited and not as as answer attached.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show