Shibari in the Retirement House

When we took grandpa to the retirement house, he got angry. All his life he had been a free spirit. If he had gotten married, it was only because grandma was “the most beautiful woman he had ever seen”, as he used to say. When he lost her, he took the road again. But the roads are harsher now, and grandpa was getting old, whether he liked it or not. So, he reluctantly agreed to move from the house which had always been the takeoff runway for all his adventures. However, we never expected that he would bring Shibari to the retirement house. Here’s how it happened.

Grandpa had always been a kinky person. I don’t know exactly how he got into it. I guess the 60s were truly wild. The point is that, whenever we visited the grandfolks, my brother and I would always find some weird stuff here and there. You know, handcuffs, ropes, latex clothes, you name it!

So, when grandpa went to the retirement house, even though he didn’t take any of his stuff with him, he did take his kinky spirit along with him. Of course, a retirement house may not be the best place to find kink enthusiasts. However, by chatting endlessly with anybody at hand, just like he’s done all his life, grandpa found out that one of the nurses actually had a taste for kink.

He made some arrangements, but some stuff online, and, before anybody knew, he began tying the nurse while the rest of the residents were busy in some more conventional activity, like pot making or knitting.

Everything was fine. That is, until grandpa passed out during a scene, and the nurse, who was playing bottom, had to call for help. (Had grandpa finished tying her, they would have been in real trouble.)

We had to bring grandpa back to his house, which, fortunately, we hadn’t sold yet. The management fired the nurse, but that’s ok, because she’s now grandpa’s full time caretaker.

And we bought new ropes.

This is the story of Shibari in the retirement house.