Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
This chapter starts a section of 'Elder Kink.' Most Bondage porn doesn't consider what BDSM for Seniors looks like. Enjoy.
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The summer between high school and college, Clair decided to spend a month on the family farm with her Gran. Over the years she spent long weekends with her grandparents and a few longer periods during summers. It was fun, they raised horses, had a few hundred acres of wheat fields and a big 150-year-old farmhouse with a wraparound porch. She liked swimming in the lake, riding horses, learning to cook with Gran. The only downside was there were very few people left in the community her age. Clair's father's parents lived in Germany and Clair's grandfather had passed away a couple of years ago so Gran, as she had called her since she was 2, was her entire extended family. So, before she became totally immersed in college that fall, Clair asked Gran if she could come visit for a month.
Clair's Gran was amazing for her age. She was easy to talk with, knew all kinds of family history, was a great cook and more. Although she obviously had the same weight issues the rest of the family women, Gran's skin was amazingly smooth for a farm wife of her age, had beautiful flowing grey hair and she was still fit and self-reliant with no signs of slowing down.
After she had been on the farm a few days, Clair and Gran were walking from the house to the barn together to groom Henry, the only horse Gran had kept after her husband died. Gran noticed that Clair kept looking towards the old cement block tool shed to the side of the barn, the one that Gran used to be locked in during their version of The Program.
"You know dear, you can go look in there if you want, I don't mind and it is a part of your family'", Gram said quietly.
"Looks like it has a lock on it?" Clair said as both a statement and a question.
"You go on in the barn and give Henry a feed bag of Oats and I'll go get the key."
Clair fed Henry, then started brushing his coat. Gran came back after a few minutes and checked Henry's water and put a few pitchforks of fresh hay in his stall.
As they left the barn, they turned to the old tool shed and Gran unlocked the padlock and slipped it out of the rusted hasp. It didn't look, or sound like that door had been opened in years. Clair was surprised to see the building was basically empty, she wasn't sure what she expected but her vision included a bunch of old tools.
"Tool shed?" Clair asked.
Gran, understanding her dismay said: "Oh Grandfather converted one of the horse stalls to his workshop and moved almost everything out of here pretty soon after he started locking me in here."
Clair looked around, there was a dirt floor, but it was swept and smooth. There was an old metal army bed, just like the one in her basement except this one had a good bit more rust. There was a bucket, Clair didn't have to guess what that was used for. There was a big, rusty chain, one end of which appeared to go through the cement block wall in the back. A frost proof hose bib came out of the ground near one wall. Above you could see the ceiling joists and the bottom of the metal roofing. There were no windows, just a single light bulb in the center of the ceiling with a light switch near the door.
Clair walked into the building and picked up the end of the chain which still had a padlock attached.
"Rusty," She said.
"Yes, none of this has been used in about, oh, six years or so I guess." Gran replied.
"Wait," said Clair quickly doing the math in her head, "Grandfather was still locking you in here when I was 12? I spent time at the farm that summer? We celebrated your 60 something birthday while I was here."
"That would have been my Sixty-third, if I remember we made hand crank ice cream." Gran replied.
Clair just kept fingering the chain, obviously lost in thought.
"I remember how I used to view my mother and grandmother Clair, so I imagine this is all a bit difficult to picture, your old Gran, naked, chained on a dirt floor." Gran said kindly. "But I found it even harder to control my weight the older I got. In fact, now that your grandfather is gone, I'm up almost 30 pounds and don't seem to be able to control it."
Clair was quiet for a few more minutes. "But Gran, how did you stand it in here at your.... "and Clair went quiet.
"At my age!" said Gran laughing? "It's OK, I do know I'm old you know. and there were nights when Grandfather had to give me extra arthritis medication or allow me a blanket. But you know dear, I wouldn't have let him lock me in here if I didn't like it on some level."
Clair dropped the chain and stood up but continued to look at the floor.
After a pause Gran said: "You're having 'stirrings' aren't you dear.... and they scare you." It wasn't a question, Gran said it like a statement.
Clair whirled around and headed out the door: "Isn't it about time we started dinner?" she said changing the subject.
Gran smiled, "I suppose so, but you know you can talk to me or your mother about anything any time you're ready." And they headed back to the house for dinner.
The next Sunday, Clair went to church with Gran at First Baptist Church of Chain. It wasn't her favorite thing to do, but it was important to Gran and so she went even though she hadn't been in that building since Grandfather's funeral two years ago. The service was OK, the music kind of slow and old, but the preacher had a good message about not judging people. What really caught Clair's interest was Mr. Franklin. His name was Leon Franklin, Clair learned, and she could not have been the only Church member who noticed that he could NOT take his eyes off Gran. Before church he fixed her a cup of coffee. During church he sat right behind her. After church he opened doors for her, walked them both to the car and spent several minutes making small talk with Gran.
