Unhealthy?

I married a much older control-freak of a woman, because she was willing to enable my addiction to extreme total-enclosure bondage confinement, which gave her unlimited access to the only two parts of the male anatomy, that she considers worth anything, via zippered openings in the rubber bag she keeps me in, most of the time. She admits happily that she doesn't mind fucking a rubber bag "at least I don't have to look at your stupid face" or being sucked endlessly, sitting on my face, nasal cannula in place to keep me alive and conscious, for endless hours and many copious orgasms on her part, at least.
We are friends, as long as I show her the instant and total obedience she demands, and I spend on average about eight hours a day, in the bag, considerably more on weekends, which makes me very happy, oddly enough. We live in near-isolation, no friends, or relatives, and I have a generous trust-fund, so there is nothing to interrupt my life of servitude, housework, home-improvement, and bag-time. Any fault in the first three guarantees MUCH more of the fourth...
I know I am fulfilled, and she happily admits this is the only way "a fat ugly old broad like me" would have access to a much younger virile male, as long and as often as she wants, so our marriage looks like it will last, for a long long time...she boasts that the women in her family pretty-much live forever...

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