Gramps - Chapter 14

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 14

 

My life was weird.  Weirder than most lives I guess.  And I figured out that Kimmie’s real intention was to continuously make my life even weirder than it was.  A perfect example of that was Friday.  The day after I first wore those silly pink heels all day.

When she dressed me the next morning, I realized that my feet were still sore enough from those heels that I only wanted to wear my black little girl Mary Janes again.  In fact, I would have preferred them over my male shoes.  Uh…don’t tell Kimmie that.  Unfortunately, Kimmie had other ideas as to what she wanted me to wear.  She surprised me with another set of leg warmers that I refused to tell her I secretly loved.  But they were followed again by those darn pink high heels, complete with the locks so I couldn’t remove them.  Oh wow, did I hate those shoes.  I remembered hating them so much yesterday that I had been “forced” to do more walking in them than usual.  Kimmie just seemed to be amused at the fact that once they were on, I couldn’t get them off.  That part didn’t “amuse” me one bit either.  Where oh where had my little cock gone?  Oh where, oh where can it be?

Once I was dressed though, even before she stuck one of my pacifiers in my mouth, she sat down on the bed beside me.  My immediate reaction was, uh-oh.

“Gramps,” she said.  “I’m going to set the timer on your cellphone.”

“The timer?”  I wasn’t even aware that the thing had one of those.  Technology.  What will they think of next?

“Yeah,” she said.  “I’m setting it so that the alarm will go off every hour, on the hour.”

I looked at her like she was from Mars.  In fact, maybe she was.  “What for?  Why bother?”

“Remember the way we practiced you nursing on your pacifier last night so you could suckle properly?”

“Uh…yeah,” I replied tentatively.

“Well, from now on, I want you to video yourself just like we did last night.  I want a five-minute video of you each time sucking on your pacifier properly.  And Gramps, I saw every detail of how your chin and mouth moved last night.  I’ll know if you’re not doing it properly.”

“A video?”

“Yes.  No less than five minutes.  In fact, you might want to make it longer just in case.  And I want you to do that and send it to me every single hour.  And Gramps, just so you know, every day you’re going to be doing it longer and longer.  I’ll probably extend the time by a minute every day.  So five minutes each time today is actually nothing compared to how it will be soon.”

It’s a good thing my pacifier wasn’t in my mouth, because with the way my jaw dropped open, it would have fallen out.

She stood up and kissed me.  “Now I’ve got to go set your cellphone and get ready for work.”

I watched her leave my room.  It was a minute before I dared stand up in those heels and get used to them again.  It’s a good thing I got so much practice in them yesterday, I had a feeling I was going to get a lot more practice with them today.

Video myself sucking the pacifier?  Five minutes?  Every hour?  When was I going to find the time to drink all those baby bottles I’m sure she had stuck in the refrigerator for me?

I carefully tottered my way out to the kitchen.  I looked at the coffee maker, wanting a cup.  But then I remembered all those darn baby bottles in the refrigerator.  I really wanted the coffee more, but I didn’t need more liquid in my system than I would already be putting in it.  Kimmie came downstairs to leave for work.  Just as she got to the kitchen, I heard a ding.  I looked around, wondering what it was.

“That’s your timer,” Kimmie told me.  “Your phone is over there on the table.”

I looked at the table and saw it.  One of my pacifiers was sitting right next to it.  Convenient.  Too convenient.

Kimmie was staring at me.  “Gramps, get moving.  That’s your cue to make a video.  Get going.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.  Every single hour.  Now get started.  I want to see you working on it before I leave.”

I had never heard anything so dumb in my life.  But I went over to the table and sat down.  I grabbed the pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.  Then I grabbed the phone.  It took a few seconds for me to set it all up, but with Kimmie watching me closely, I began filming myself sucking on the pacifier like she wanted.

“Five minutes Gramps,” she said sternly.  “Not a second less!”

While I was still filming myself sucking, she kissed me on the top of my head.  “See you  Gramps.”  And then she was gone.  I was about to stop sucking and filming, but then I remembered that I was supposed to send the video to her.  And she wanted one sent every hour.  Ugh!  I kept going.  Suck, relax, suck, relax.  I could already feel the drool threatening to escape down my chin.

An hour later, I was sitting in my chair.  The next TV show I usually watched was just beginning when I heard that stupid ding again.  I looked over toward the table, totally annoyed.  Should I bother?  I certainly didn’t want to.  In fact, I saw no good reason for it.  Instead, I decided that no, I wasn’t going to do something so stupid.  Besides, it was interrupting my show.  So I sat there and tried to watch the TV.  But Kimmie’s demand kept haunting me.  In fact, it haunted me to the point where I gave up trying to watch the show and got out of my chair.  A minute later, I had the phone set up and began another five minute filming.  When it was done, I sent it off and went back to my chair.  Darn!  I had missed the entire beginning of the show.

Darn woman!

A few hours later, the entire exercise was like a workout from hell.  Not only was I missing the beginning of every single show, but just doing it was becoming old, very fast!  And then there was the other little thing.  Suck the pacifier “properly” for five minutes, only to be followed soon after by sucking the baby bottle so I could empty yet another one.  Suck, suck, suck, suck.  I was sick of it.  And what was the difference if I didn’t do it properly?

Making it to two o’clock before I could change my diaper was not fun.  No, I won’t mention how much I walked around the house in those locked on pink super high heels while my diaper was fully loaded.  And I mean fully!  I was going to be spraying air freshener around the entire downstairs of the house.

I didn’t want to, but I stuck it out.  I didn’t need Kimmie adding any more time to the jail sentence she had put my cock in.  I wanted out!  Now!  I just couldn’t get it out by myself.  Kimmie held too many of the keys to my life.  And I mean literal keys.

Um…I had a bit of a dilemma.  At two o’clock, I would be due to make another five-minute video.  But at two o’clock, I’d be able to finally change out of my messy smelly diaper, and I wanted that more than anyone could imagine.  I solved the problem by sitting down to make the video five minutes early.  Then the moment I sent it off, I hurried in those stupid heels straight to my bathroom to change.  And trust me, the fresh diaper was a real relief.

I guess things went bad for me when the hour for my next video came around.  I was so sick of doing them that I seriously toyed with the idea of not doing them for a while.  Maybe not doing them might have been the better option though.  Instead, I opted to make the pacifier video, but I purposely spent five minutes chewing on the thing exactly the way I wasn’t supposed to.  Then at the end, I faced the camera and said, “Chew on that Kimmie!”  Satisfied with myself, I sent the video.  I pulled the pacifier from my mouth and left it behind on the table.  The next hour, I didn’t bother making a video at all, and I felt much happier being able to finally watch the beginning of my TV show.  Especially without something stuck in my mouth.  In fact, I didn’t bother finishing the last two baby bottles either.

Darn woman!  I had had enough!  I was going to show her!

Just as I expected, when Kimmie came home that afternoon, she was angry with me.  “Gramps,” she practically yelled as she came over and blocked my view of the TV.  “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

“What was I doing?  Telling you to screw off!  I’m done with this Kimmie.  Hear me?  Done with it.  Done with all of it.”  I was practically snarling as I got myself out of my chair.  “No more pacifiers!  No more diapers.  No more high heels.  No more anything!  I’m done!  Now unlock me, and unlock my bathroom.  I’m…done!” I roared.

She stared angrily at me, then turned and stomped off heading straight upstairs.  Darn woman.  She better be coming back with all the keys to unlock everything, especially me.  Wanting me to do so much stupid stuff.  Getting in the way of my shows.  Getting in the way of my entire life!

I sat back down in my chair, feeling very satisfied with myself.  I tried to focus on the show on TV, but all my mind was thinking about was finally having it out with Kimmie.  And I was proud of myself for what I had said.

Kimmie showed up five minutes later, hurrying into the living room to place herself in front of me.  I expected her to stop there and start arguing again, something I was ready for, but instead she kept coming at me.  Before I knew it, she was on top of me, grabbing my arm and pulling me brutally out of the chair.  Uh…yeah, she was definitely stronger than me.  Before I knew it, she had wrestled me down to the floor on my stomach, and was on top of me.

“Kimmie!” I yelled angrily.  “Stop it!  Stop!  You’re hurting me.”

“Good!” she replied determinedly.  “She grabbed one of my arms and pulled it roughly behind my back.  Then she grabbed my other arm and pulled that behind my back too.  I immediately felt her wrapping something around my wrists.  Rope of some sort.  It took her no time at all to tie my hands firmly behind me.

She leaned down toward my head.  “You think you’re in charge here?” she said angrily.  “You think you’re the adult in this house?  Think again?  Who wears the baby diapers?  Who sucks on the baby pacifier?  You do.  Whether you like it or not, you’re nothing but a baby to me.  A big baby, but still a baby.  B-A-B-Y baby!  When I want you to do something, I’ve got a reason for it, whether you like it or not, and I’ve got a good reason.  I don’t expect you to understand my reasons, you’re just a baby after all.  Babies don’t understand anything.  So don’t bother asking why I’m doing something.  I might not care if you know…since you’re just a baby. 

“Now, you think you can get away with things…just like a baby would try to do?  Think again!  Since you’re such a big baby, then I’ve got the option to come up with some bigger punishments than I would normally use on a little baby.  Big baby.  Big punishments.  And now here’s a new one for you that I have no doubt is going to help get my point across so that even your baby brain can understand it.”

With that, she grabbed my ear and pulled, hard!  Very hard.

“Ow!” I yelled.

“Come on,” she ordered, still pulling hard on that ear.

I had little choice but to do my best to get to my feet, a task made much more difficult with those darn pink spike heels I was wearing.  Once up, Kimmie kept her hold on that ear and dragged me over to the corner of the living room where her boyfriend had hung the new candle lantern decoration.  Still holding my ear with one hand, she reached up and pulled the lantern down.  She finally let go of my ear for a moment to carefully set the lantern aside.  I took the opportunity to stand up straight and try to take a breath.  I was about to start arguing with her again, ask her to stop, when she quicky turned and pushed me straight into the corner, and she pushed me hard.

“Kimmie!” I grunted as she shoved my body close to the corner.  And then she was doing something in front of me.  Something with that shelf bracket on the wall.  Two seconds later, she had one hand behind my head, while the other hand was doing something with my nose.  I couldn’t tell what, until I felt something invading the inside of my nose on each side while she continued to do something else.  And then I felt something start touching the septum inside my nose on each side, and that something started squeezing it tighter and tighter as Kimmie kept doing something with her hand.

“Ouch!  Ow!” I yelled.  “Stop.”

But Kimmie ignored me completely and just kept twisting something in front of my nose.  It hurt!  And then her hand was gone.  I pulled my head back…or rather, I tried to.  That thing in my nose kept my head right there, practically touching both sides of the corner.  I couldn’t move my head back.  I couldn’t move it up.  I couldn’t move it down.  I couldn’t bend my neck or move my head left or right, I couldn’t move it more than a tiny little bit in any direction at all.

“Kimmie!” I yelled angrily.

She was right behind me.  She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “Got a problem Gramps?”

“Let me go!”

“Nope!  This is your punishment.  Let’s see how long you can last staying there like that.  And while you’re at it, remember how long that strip is that Kyle attached to the wall?  I can place that nose clamp at any height I want.  How would you like to be stuck like that, all bent over, where you can’t stand up and you can’t kneel down?  How long do you think you would last then?  So consider yourself lucky.  This time, I’m letting you stand up straight.”  She laughed a bit.  “Of course, I’m thinking that those pink heels you’re wearing are going to start making your feet hurt very soon too.  Sore nose, sore feet.  What else is going to get sore and drive you crazy before long.”

“Let…me…go!” I said threateningly through my teeth.

“Nope.  Like I said, not until you get the point as to who’s in charge here.  Who gives the orders and who follows them.  Who’s the adult, and who’s the baby.”

I said nothing as I tried uselessly to pull my head in any direction at all, especially away from the wall and away from that darn clamp holding my nose in its too tight grip.

“Oh,” Kimmie whispered in my ear.  “Congratulations Gramps.  You just also earned yourself another couple of days in chastity.”

Oh shit!  She wouldn’t!  I didn’t need that.  Darn!  The nose thing was bad enough, now she was making my other situation even worse.

I heard her moving away from me.  Unable to move my head, I couldn’t tell where she was going.  I only knew that that thing in my nose was hurting me, and the longer it was there, the more painful it got.  Darn, I wanted out of there.  I wanted it out of my nose.  I tried and squirmed as much as I could.  All to no avail.  Still, it hurt enough that I had no choice but to squirm and try to get free.  Ouch!  Damn that girl!  Damn that woman!  I wanted to kill her.  But just then, I was stuck with a different problem.  But I would kill her soon.  Just as soon as she set me free.  She couldn’t keep me there forever, could she?  Maybe she’d do just that if she knew how badly I wanted to murder her.

I don’t know how long I stood there.  It seemed like forever.  My nose was killing me.  My neck was killing me.  My feet in those heels were really killing me.  My entire body ached miserably.  I finally had no choice but to stand there, stuck facing the corner like a child.  A child that she was forcing me to be.  I realized I was wetting my diaper, and I hadn’t even realized I needed to go.  It didn’t last long.

She was treating me more and more like a child.  Turning me into a baby.  A baby who wet his diapers like every other baby on earth.  A baby who sucked on a pacifier all day like every other baby on earth.

I was the one who did those things, not her.  She was the one who changed my diapers for me, whenever she was around.  But even when she wasn’t around, she was the one who dictated when I could change those diapers.  I didn’t have a say in that at all…like a baby.

I stood there thinking about all those things, and finally started crying…like a baby.  Sobbing like a child with my head stuck in the corner.  After a few minutes of crying, I felt her come up behind me.  Her hand came in front of my face, and I hoped she would release me.  Instead, she gently pushed the pacifier into my mouth.  I sucked on it properly while she stood there watching.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would,” she whispered in my ear.  Almost twenty minutes.  I figured you’d make it no more than ten.  But you’ve earned yourself a few more days of chastity time, which means it doesn’t come off you until next Friday now.  Friday evening when I dress you for bed.  Now,” she said.  “Are you going to be a good baby for me?  Say yes if you promise to be good.”

With that pacifier in my mouth, saying anything coherent wasn’t exactly possible.  Still, I grunted, “Eh,” the closest I could come to yes.  I guess she understood.

“Do you promise to do whatever I tell you from now on, no matter what it is?”

“Eh,” I grunted again.

“Remember,” she said.  “I’ve got a reason for everything I want you to do.  I don’t need to explain it all to you.  You’re the baby, and I’m the adult.  Babies aren’t expected to understand.  The next time I do this to you, I promise it will be in a much less comfortable position, and you’ll stay there a lot longer.  I really hope I never have to do that to you.  Just know, that I will.  Not to mention you’ll be back in chastity again, for an even longer time.”

With that, her hand was back in front of my face.  I felt the pressure of that thing squeezing the septum of my nose begin to loosen.  The moment it was loose enough, I pulled my head away from the wall.  The tears were still wetting my face.  I stood there while Kimmie untied my hands.  When they were free, I stood there in those pink heels for a moment more looking at the corner through blurry eyes.  I wasn’t seeing the corner though.

My crying erupted once again and I ran, in those stupid heels, all the way into my bedroom where I threw myself on my bed and cried in earnest.

My sobbing didn’t diminish for a while.  But when it did, Kimmie came in with another baby bottle in her hands.  She removed the pacifier from my mouth and placed the warm bottle there instead.  I reached up and grabbed it.

“When you finish your bottle,” she said.  “Come out.  I’ll have dinner ready for you.” 

It wasn’t finishing the bottle that kept me from leaving my bedroom when I could.  It was lack of courage.  Lack of courage to face Kimmie.  Eventually though, I did get down from my bed.  I grabbed my pacifier and stuck it in my mouth and did my best to suck on it properly, like she wanted me to.  Shamefully, I headed out to the kitchen.

“Hi Gramps,” she said brightly?  “Sit down.  Dinner’s ready now.”

Just like that.  No mention of what she had done to me.  No mention of anything that had gone on since she got home.  She was trying to make everything dinner as usual.

“We’ll have to walk after dinner again,” she told me.  “You’ve got to get your exercise.  That’s very important.”

Yeah.  Exercise.  Exercise was the furthest thing from my mind.

I was a failure as a man.  Kimmie had seen to that.  I was a baby.