15/05/2014
Living alone, in my own house,inherited at age 20, I had been feuding with the next-door neighbor, a retired school-teacher, plain, gaunt, drab, and utterly without humor. One day I made a simple mistake and put two letters in the wrong envelopes, thus sending a very explicit and raunchy letter meant for a dominatrix nearby, in error, to my septuagenarian arch-enemy, who now knew I was heavily into extreme rubber bondage, and would delight in making it all public in every conceivable outlet, including my work. First I knew was when she showed up at my door, shouldering past mee into the house, and waving a photocopy of the letter triumphantly in my face. I apologized for the inadvertent insult, but she was a spiteful, vindictive old harridan. and made all kinds of threats,until finally in desperation I asked her what she wanted. She said the contents of the letter intrigued her, and if I would get into the rubber bag featured in the letter, just once, so she could say she'd seen it, she'd give me back the original. I was naïve and believed her, so I got into the bag, only tying it at the neck, to hold the air holes in place properly, before letting the whole length of it fall to the floor, covering me completely. Instantly she got rope out of my suitcase with all my gear, and tied the bag tight round my waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position. Then she pushed me over onto the sofa, lifted the lower half of me up onto it, and tied the neck of the bag under my feet, thus rendering me totally and inescapably helpless. The bag had a small nylon zipper across my mouth, and another at my crotch. Before long she was on top of me, after proving that you can be made to enjoy yourself, which produced my nine inch erection to my shame and humiliation. She rode me mercilessly through her third orgasm, all the while groaning about how long it had been, and how good it was, and how she sure as hell wasn't giving up on this after a glimpse of the promised land...ten years later she still owned me, and was ready to pass me on to her younger sister. By then I was quite addicted to the extreme orgasm-denial she inflicted on me, and the endless milking which threatened my very sanity. You can extrapolate the rest........