Grandma's Toy

Grandma’s toy

Things changed for me on my 18th birthday, I was born and raised by my mother and had a fairly straight forward upbringing, I attended school, helped out at home, was quite quiet, but apart from that just like any other boy my age, my name is Marc, I was slim, only 5ft 2, long blond hair and blue eyes, my mother was my world I was a only child and I loved my mother dearly. When I was growing up I was bullied a lot at school and my grandma was always there to listen to my problems at school, my grandpa had passed away when I was 4 so I never really knew him, but my grandma seemed happy by herself. On my 18th birthday I attended school as usual, it was a Tuesday my life would change forever, around 2 o clock just near to when school was finishing the head teacher walked in, and was whispering to our teacher, she left, and my teacher called me outside the classroom, she told me that the head teacher wanted a word with me in her office, I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong as I was always quiet in class, always on time, other than the times I was locked in a locker, or facing some other humiliation caused by my bullies. I reached the head teachers office, knocked and walked in, I sat down in the chair and could see the look of confusion on her face, she sat down right beside me and said the words I feared most…

“I am not sure how to say this, but your mother passed away this morning”

I was mortified, I ran out of the school and ran home as fast as I could, and crying the whole time, hoping there was some kind of mistake. I got home and my grandma was there with a few of my mother friends, my mother and grandma were the only family I had, and I didn’t know what to do. My grandma comforted me and told me everything would be ok, she seemed so calm, wasn’t crying and was even joking with a few people, she told me that I would have to go and live with her now as I couldn’t stay in the house by myself, I agreed as I was only 16 and although could cook, clean etc had no desire to live alone in the house my mother had died in.

Later on when we got back to Grandma’s house she sat me down and explained everything to me, how my mother had died from an asthma attack and that she had only been found when my grandma went round later in the day, I left for school at AM, and she was dead by 10. We had dinner, drinks, talked some, and then my grandma went to bed, letting me stay on the sofa until she could sort something more permanent out.

I suppose I should say a little about my grandma and mother, my grandma, her name is Doris, she is 68, she is a large lady, but still very active, she lived alone, and didn’t really speak to anyone, just kept herself to herself. My mother was called Alice, she was only 42, and was a famous book writer and screen writer, she was very wealthily and loved her work. 

I woke in the morning and was feeling terrible, my head was all over the place, I felt groggy, sick and had a terrible headache, my grandma persuaded me the best thing to do was go to school as usual to take my mind of it, so I did.

At lunch I had been sick and the school rang my grandma to let her know I was coming home, I got back home and my grandma was sat in the chair, she said she had made me a drink and to lay down on the sofa and get some rest, so I drank the drink and laid down, I must have fallen asleep in minutes as I don’t even remember talking to my Grandma.

When I woke up I looked across and my grandma was still sat in the chair, just grinning at me, I went to ask her what she was smiling about and couldn’t, I tried to move but again I couldn’t, I realized my hands were tightly bound behind my back, my ankles were tied together, and my face was half encased in thick tape.

“Glad to see you are awake, think we need to have a talk, well I will talk and you will listen”

Grandma went on to tell me how she had been to our house this morning after I left for school and had taken all my mother inhalers away, I now could see my grandma had caused my mother’s death, she explained how my mother had never raised me right, and I was given far too much respect.

“Did you never notice I only talked to you about your bullying? Because I liked hearing about you getting what you deserved and only wish it would have been me doing it correctly”

She stood up and was wearing a long green flower print dress, she walked over to me and sat on my chest as I lay on the couch, so she was sat facing normally as you would sat on a couch and I was laid under her, it half took my breath away as she must have been nearly 300lbs, she sat back and relaxed as she continued to explain everything to me.

“As from this moment on, you are my slave and plaything, your life will become about serving, abuse, ridicule and amusing your superiors”, the rules are simple, do as I say, in fact you may not have to as most of the time you will just be made to do what I want”

She told me she knew I was a virgin, she laughed and told me that I would also die a virgin, explaining that my cock would never be used for fucking, and would never ever have a orgasm again. She reached down and started ripping the tape from my face, she warned me if I made a sound I would feel more pain than I could imagine, when she was done, my face was stinging yet still the only thing on my mind was my mother.

She reached to the table and told me to open my mouth, I did so trembling and worried what she was doing, she put a pill in my mouth and held a glass of water to my mouth, I swallowed the pill and was now worrying what I had just ingested. She told me it was a pill that would keep me conscious, but would make me very weak and barely able to move, perfect for her to get me ready and have things set up.

After a while and nothing but silence, grandma got off me and pulled me off the couch crashing onto the floor, I guess the fact I barely struggled she knew the drug had taken effect, “time to untie you” She untied me and then removed all my clothing and put them into a black sack, which I caught a glimpse had all my other clothes in, I tried to talk but couldn’t form the words or even get the energy to move my lips.

I was turned over and grandma produced a waxing kit, and began to wax my entire body, from legs and arms, to underarm, cock and balls, until I was totally smooth, she sat astride my chest “time to do those eyebrows” 

While grandma was waxing my eyebrows she warned me “when you can talk again remember you better now speak unless fucking told to, and now I am not grandma its yes or no my Queen”

Once my eyebrows were finished, she sat me up leaning against the sofa and reached behind her, she had some bright pink nail polish, which she sat painting my toenails with, then she glued some extremely long false nails onto my hands, then painted them pink also.  When they were dry she went off to get something, when she came back she was smiling away to herself and put a sack down on the floor. She took everything out I could see various things some of which I had no idea what they were.  She picked up some thin white rope, She grabbed hold of my cock and balls "I can't imagine the frustration and pain you will feel in weeks to come" She laughed to herself. my balls were heavily tied with the thin rope, separated and stretched away from my body, then the base of my cock was tied tightly. Once she was satisfied they were tied enough she started dressing me without saying a word like she was in some sort of deranged trance, I was dressed in a thick cloth diaper, then a pair of full cut pink panties, then a very thick pink waddle diaper, with another pair of panties over those, a pair of white tights then went on followed by white thigh high socks, then she put a large ruffled pink dress on me, that was so frilly and puffy I felt so stupid, then a pink petticoat came, a large pink posture collar which was so tight I found it hard to breath, my hands were put into fingerless pink rubber mitts that were locked on, but also had a pair of panties shoved into each mitt to make them extremely tight on my hands, then I was literally dragged into the kitchen, sat in a chair so she could carry on transforming me.

She washed my long blond hair then put it in curlers, while my hair was setting, she went about applying heavy makeup to my face, pencil drawn eyebrows, heavy pink lipstick, pink eye shadow, heavy blusher, lip liner etc, then long false eye lashes were glued on and heavy eyeliner applied.  After my face was done she reached under her dress, pulled of her knickers and shoved them into my mouth before she took some pink bondage tape and wrapped it around my mouth a good half a dozen times. 

She disappeared out of the kitchen and came back with a large laundry basket. She sat directly infront of me, looking at her handy work, then she said to me "8 months this laundry has gone unwashed, I have worn most of the things in here on and off for those 8 months, nothing has just been worn once, good job I never went out much, I would have stunk, at least 20 times I would think every pair of panties has been masturbated in thinking about this day, and well you know how weak my bladder is aswell, the laundry basket was closer than the toilet, the tights were handing for cleaning myself afterward too"

I screwed my nose up as she laughed knowing I could see where she was going with this, but she was quick to let me know she could read my eyes aswell as anything else "some of the panties were so soft I decided to wipe myself with them more often so I got a little carried away, and used them to wipe myself after the toilet also, and yes I mean both holes!"

She took the dryer off of me, and removed the curlers, now my hair was in loads of blonde curls and I must have looked ridiculous, She went to the table and grabbed a length of pink ribbon and some scissors and tied 2 pink bows into my hair, then 2 bows onto my wrists, same with ankles, then she took some thick thick pink material, and tied a massive bow around my waist so there was a 2ft bow on my back. Grandma went over to the kitchen side and then the freezer, she came back with a needle and some ice, she grabbed my collar and held my head firmly, she held the ice onto my ear, before piercing each one, and putting a large gold hoop into each ear.

"The nipples can be done later" she whispered as she clicked the last hoop shut. She went into the laundry basket and rummaged around before pulling some things out, she held up a pair of white cotton granny panties, that were stained, she pushed the crotch against my nose and pulled them over my gagged face and perm hair, she then cut a pair of tights into 2 and pulled each leg over my head, before another pair of panties went over those, she grabbed the tape and put another layer over my mouth, ears and half of my face, my vision was blurred by the tights and all I could smell was urine.

For the final touches she put a large pink frilly bonnet over my head and tightly fastened it, then put on a pink lockable pair of 5" heel Mary Jane, which were so tight they must have been too small. My hands were bound behind my back together, even though I had the mitts on, and my knees were ropped together aswell as my ankles. She sat back admiring her work, lighting up a cigarette and blowing the smoke into my face as she did so, I had never smoked and always hated it.

"I think I will just call you sissy" she said as she took another long drag on her cigarette, "I think I better discuss the rules with you hadn't I" she exclaimed.

"It is quite simple there is only 1 rule, do as I say or else, most of the time I will just make you do things anyway so you won't even have to worry, but you will soon learn how things are to be here, and think no need to fear school anymore either, as you won't be going back"

When she had finished smoking, and going over the rules, she pulled me off the chair onto the kitchen floor. "Think you need some time to get used to how things will be around here from now on" she said as she rolled me over to the laundry basket, she tipped it onto its side, and rolled me into it, curling my legs as she pushed me into it, then she forced it upright, and threw all the dirty panties, bras, tights and undergarments that had fallen out, on top of me.

I was crying, and trying my best to move as I was a little scared and panicking a little, I could feel it moving as she wheeled it into the living room, She leant down and shouted as with all the panties, tights, tape etc hearing was difficult, "Cry all you want, the makeup is waterproof and also semi permanent" She then put a cushion on top of it, and used it as a footrest while she said back in her chair and watched TV. For almost 2 hours I thrashed about and sobbed until I was just too worn out and hot to do those, after the 2 hours the lid popped open and grandma moved some of the garments away from my face, she lifted her tight clad legs and placed them pushing against my face in the hamper then shoved some of the clothing back over as she just said "my feet were getting a bit chilly" 

She was basically sat in her chair, rubbing my face with her feet for a good hour before she must have fallen asleep, another 2 hours later my movements must have woke her, as she pushed her feet hard into my face as she stirred. "1 AM I didn't realize the time, bedtime it is" I was sore, aching and was glad to hear those words as all I wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep. She pushed the laundry basket over to the other side of the room against the radiator "Don't want you getting cold do we" she laughed, cold? I was already sweating from the heat and she was planning to not only leave me in here overnight, but in here overnight against a radiator without so much as anything to drink or eat for that matter.

She went to bed and left me there, the heating was left on, only on a little but enough to make it uncomfortable, I think I cried the whole night, as I sure as hell didn't get any sleep. By the morning I was praying to be released soon, and for once I think god was listening as I heard grandma coming down the stairs. She must have gone and made a drink first before coming into the lounge and pulling me out of the hamper and onto the couch, how I had managed to hold my bladder all night I will never know.

She sat on my chest in my bound state as she drank her tea and lit a cigarette. She removed the bonnet, then began to remove the first layer of tape, then the tights and panties, the other layer of tape and lastly the panties out of my mouth, my mouth was so dry and I just wanted a drink, grandma warned me not to speak, although I don't think I could have if I had wanted to. Grandma told me to open my mouth so I did, she took a sip of her tea, swirled it about in her mouth for a bit, before spitting it into mine, she did this 4 times, before asking if that was better.

"Yes my queen" I replied quietly

"Good, I want you to suffer, but a dead slave isn't much use is it, yesterday was only getting you ready, today your real life will begin sissy"

Once she had finished her cigarette and tea, she went into the kitchen and fed the dogs, I still hadn't eaten but was to afraid to ask if I could have something.  She returned with needle and ice in hand, she sat astride my crotch, lifted the dress above my head and began tugging at my nipples, when they were sticking out hard, she pulled the dress down a little and shoved the panties back into my mouth saying "If you spit them out I will shit in them and tape them in for 2 days" I had no reason to doubt her, so bit down on them awaiting what I knew was coming. She repeated the process as with my ears, holding the ice to them before forcing the needle through them and again putting in large gold hoops.

"Quite heavy these rings are, guess you can feel that from your ears though can't you" 

I laid there as she pulled the dress back down, she wriggled herself upto my chest and reattached the bonnet on my head tightly.

"See this is much better isn't it, nice pink frills and bows, that nasty thing all shut away out of sight, and you all nicely trussed up, speaking of that thing, is your diaper still dry?, shake or nod your head"

I shook my head in reply, "we can't have that can we"

She got off me, and went out to the kitchen, she returned with a large jug and baby bottle, She sat sideways on my crotch and pulled me up, putting some cushions behind me to support me, She opened the baby bottle and held the jug up. "To think I have been saving my piss for you for months, think I care to much" she laughed.

Was this a joke, surely it wasn't piss, but again I was wrong, she filled the baby bottle, screwed the top on, then grabbed me the way you would hold a baby, only a lot tighter, ripped the panties from my mouth and shoved the bottle in.

"Good baby, keep drinking it all or I will use a funnel and force the whole jug down you" 

I lay there helpless sucking her piss from the bottle, it was cold, and tasted horrible, occasionally she let a mouthful of spit fall onto my face, then she would smile a cruel smile and carry on watching TV while holding me and the bottle. Once I had managed to finish the bottle she removed it without saying a word, she grabbed the panties from the floor, wiped the spit from my face with them, picked up the jug of piss, and put the panties in, swishing them about, before taking them out and forcing them into my mouth, and using the tape to hold them back in.

Grandma got up and went to make herself some lunch, she came back and sat in her chair and ate as I lay on the sofa, she made herself beans on toast and I could smell it, it made me feel so hungry. She finished eating and then relaxed while having a cigarette, when she finished she went back into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water, she placed the glass on my upper chest near my neck and said "don't you dare spill it, I need to walk the dogs, be back soon"

She left me there, thirsty and hungry and only able to see the water, it was driving me insane I wanted it so badly, but knew there was nothing that I could do to get them other than wait. I found I also couldn't hold my bladder any longer and wet my diaper.

After about 30 minutes, she came back in, hung her coat up, let the dogs off the leads and head back into the living room, the dogs both went and laid by the fire and grandma came over to me and picked up the glass. "Glad to see you didn't drop it"

She moved the glass and put it on the table next to the couch. 

"Time for a new lesson, you need to understand that the older woman and maybe even men you will serve you are just a plaything for us, we will talk down to you, talk about you like you are not here, and treat you like shit, and you WILL be thankful any time is spent on you at all"

She moved me into position, so she was sat on the sofa sideways, with my head trapped between her legs, She then put the 2 pairs of tights over my head, and then a thick cotton pair of panties over them. "Don't want to hurt my hands now do I" she said as she began slapping me round the face,  with the posture collar on I couldn't even turn my head away and she was slapping me so hard after 10 hits I had tears in my eyes, after 50 or so I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Yeah cry like the baby you are, I will carry on until my hands are throbbing, then I will use a paddle instead for you making my hands hurt". After another 10 minutes and probably a few hundred slaps my face was sore to touch, and I was a sobbing wreck, she shook her hands and got off me, when she returned she quickly got back into position and held the paddle up and started slapping me in the face with that. She wasn't doing as hard or as much as she could as I think she knew she would break my jaw, but it was hard enough to hurt me, I tried to beg and plead through the gag but got nothing. 

After she finally got bored of that, she threw the paddle on the floor and sat poking my face watching me try and move away from the pain of her touch on my badly bruised and battered cheeks. "Good thats what we like" she said as she turned me over to lay on my front, she pulled down the tights, diapers and panties to expose my ass, "I see someone has wet themselves like a good girl" she said as she picked up the paddle and began hitting my ass, but a lot harder than my face.

After maybe half an hour she stopped that and seemed shocked at the state of my bottom, she then fastening my diaper, and pulled up the panties, waddle diaper and tights etc. She disappeared again upstairs and returned a minute later holding a leash and some rope and straps in her hand, she attached the leash to the posture collar and helped me to my feet. "Better hop fast sissy because I am not slowing down for the likes of you, now move it" she barked

I hopped along as fast as I could behind as she led me into the kitchen, I was sat in a chair and she tied my already bound wrists to the back of the chair, and my legs to the legs of the chair, then she used the straps to hold me in place further. Once she was done she removed the panties, tights, tape from my face and pulled the panties out and threw them in the wash. I broke down as I couldn't take anymore, sitting was so painful, and my face was in so much pain "please grandma, what have I done, I am sorry, please no more" I just didn't know what to say or do as I sat crying like never before. Grandma grabbed my mouth "you have been told no talking sissy haven't you, I will let you off this once, but do it again, and this will be nothing" as she poked me in the cheek. "Does look very sore, those bruises are coming up a treat girl" she said as she left me tied to the chair and went about cooking dinner, leaving my mind racing and not knowing where to look.

She finished cooking, fed the dogs and then sat down at the table on the left side of me to eat, again no food was present for me. I could see she had turkey, carrots, peas, potatoes, stuffing, cabbage, sprouts and gravy, It smelt so nice I just wanted a bite!

She took her time eating as she sat sipping her glass of water with it, once she was finished she set the plate on the floor for the dogs to finish what she had left. She then lit a cigarette and sat smoking while blowing the smoke at me as always, "I suppose you are hungry girl" she asked

"yes my queen" I sobbed in reply

With that she got up, went into the cupboard and the draw and then slammed a can of dog food onto the table, "suppose this will do"

I knew by now she wasn't joking and I knew that if I protested it would just make things worse, so I just say crying to myself as she opened the tin. The smell hit me and I could read the label "liver and tripe" I was nearly sick at the thought but she didn't care.

She put a large spoon into the can and produced a large spoonful of the dog food, as quickly as she brought it out she grabbed the ring on the collar with one hand, and forced the spoon into my mouth. "Chew it up good now, don't want to waste any now do we, it is only the crap my babys won't eat but its good enough for you"

It was foul, it was the most horrible thing I had ever tasted, but as I was trying my best to chew it, she was already digging in the can for another large spoonful. "Hurry up we haven't got all day" she shouted as I tried my best to get it down, but before I could even swallow she had forced another large spoonful into my mouth, so now I was chewing the new load and the half chewed one aswell.

I did my best to not throw up and I was so hungry I needed something, when she had finally scraped the bottom of the can clean, she went back to the cupboard and put 5 more tins on the table, "better check you will eat all the flavors" she laughed

She sat there for another 40 minutes and forced all 5 tins down me, the first was by far the worst, but she didn't care as long as I didn't enjoy it.

She untied me from the chair and again hopped me into the living room, a ring gag was forced into my mouth and I was introduced to the "honor" as she called it of being her human ashtray, I was stripped down to my bonnet and diaper but remained bound, she extinguished her cigarette on my right nipple and I cried like never before, as she just grinned putting the butt into one of the overflowing ashtrays.

All of a sudden my stomach growled and I released a massive load into my diaper, my face must have been a picture, she had put some laxatives in with a load of the dog food and I didn't even notice. To my surprise she changed me straight away, but added the humiliation of having me lick the contents of the diaper, only the once but that was enough.

One I was changed and redressed in full attire, including panty/tights hood and panties tapped into my mouth, she had me kneeling at one end of the couch, she laid down and pulled up her dress to reveal her massive tight clad ass, she grabbed the leash with both hands and pulled it under her forcing my face to land directly into her ass, she pulled it tight as she rolled over, forcing me to aswell, so she was facing outward, I was squashed into the couch and my face stuck in her ass.

"You are going to learn to worship me, you will be sniffing my bottom daily, when not gagged you may have to lick and kiss it, soon it will even be feeding you"

With that she let out a massive long fart directly in my face, and didn't say a word like it was the most natural thing in the world. 5 hours must have passed and the sprouts and cabbage, plus the beans she had for lunch were giving her terrible gas, she must have farted in my face 20 times or more.

She woke up after 5 hours or so and sat up but sat directly on my head still facing sideways, and lit a cigarette, when she had finished she lifted my dress and put it out on my lower back.

She got up and said she was going to bed, but was leaving me as I was on the couch, she left and turned out the lights. I cried myself to sleep and hoped that tomorrow would be better, but somehow I doubted it.

Life After:

After 2 years of serving Gran as her plaything things had got a lot worse for me, Gran had attended my mothers funeral, of course I wasn't allowed to go, I was locked in a small box with the going away statement from my grandma "just how mommy is". My mother had left everything to me, the house and her money, but after some persuasion from my Grandma I had to sign everything over to her. She now had pierced my tongue with a large stud, my cock and balls were released every 2 days for beating and torture then put away again.

I now had to lick grandma clean after the toilet, aswell as drinking her urine and eating her shit sometimes, I spent days scrubbing floors with toothbrushes, or toilets and bathrooms, my whole body received beatings and I had bruises all over, I cooked all of grandmas meals and she would feed me when she felt like it, she experimented with mixing the dog foods at first, then mixing dog food with raw eggs and castor oil, and just fed me whatever she felt like on the day.

I had 2 tattoos, one on my right arm in a heart that said grandma, one on my left arm opposite the same but said Doris, I gave daily massages, sucked on her feet for hours until my mouth was raw, have burns all over my body from her cigarettes including my face, she used me as a ashtray most of the time now, or would flick it in my food then throw the butt in.

She would ride me around the house like a horse because she didn't want to walk, would jump on me, sit on me, piss on me, shove objects up my ass, even started sitting on my face, then pissing herself then use the panties to gag me, or go over my face.

I still am not permitted to do anything myself, not even dress or eat, everything is forced upon me and guess that is the way it will always stay.

I had served her friends, luckily only female and had licked all their pussies, I had to sit and tell them how beautiful they all were, and how I was in no position to ever be allowed to fuck a woman as high class as they were.

Grandma is now getting ready for a night in with friends, so I will be serving them drinks and as entertainment as they play, but Grandma says she isn't getting any younger so needs to find a new suitable owner for me, she says it might even be a man, depends what they want me for.

I am guessing the more cruel the more chance of me going to them, today is also my 20th birthday, I received nothing but a morning bound with grandma sat on my face torturing my nipples, they are so sore and stretched as she pulls, twists and pinches them everyday, digging her nails in. The afternoon was spent sat sucking 20 pairs of knickers for her amusement, licking shoes clean, an hour of licking her ass and pussy, and a couple of hours of her practicing new ways to make my bondage more extreme, tighter and more confining.

The evening I dragged chairs into the living room by my balls attached with rope, prepared food for everyone and got myself ready for now.

Grandmas soon to be ex toy.