unashamed

Since an epiphany at formative years, I have been addicted to bondage of the total-enclosure type, and all my life have sought out sexual sadists of both genders, willing to tie me into a rubber-lined body-bag, the latest one a new ex-army Vietnam-era item, before they all became made of plastic or vinyl. It seems that my best sources of such 'partners' tend to involve either older women, or gay males, which is fine by me.
The most effective 'partner' was an overweight, beer-bellied, slob of a landlord, who entered my apartment with his pass-key, thinking I was out, looking for a minor gas-leak, and found me in the bag, on my bed. He instantly rendered any escape impossible, and made use of the three-inch zipper across my mouth, every hour or two, over an entire weekend, his need for oral service apparently insatiable...
He said not one word that entire weekend, and on Monday morning, early, he provided the means to get out, in time for work.
That evening, after work, I rearranged myself as previously, and sure enough he let himself in and put me to work, as before.
This went on, every night, and every weekend, with never any communication between us, and eventually involved one or two of his equally disgusting buddies, by the sound of them. The "relationship" lasted a year or so, and only ended when he had a fatal car wreck.
Since then I have spent another year with a very plain, middle-aged widow, who made use of both the mouth-zipper and the crotch zipper, to satisfy her still-amazing appetite for sexual gratification, with immense efficiency.
Now I hope to marry someone of these exotic tastes/needs/requirements, and make it permanent. Just needs the right person....

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Jan Weird July 20, 2019 at 11:33 am 3 0