My wife keeps me in an immensely strong full-length bag of rubberized canvas, at all times other than working hours and occasional times when she needs a driver. I have been doing this for thirty years and two different wives. The bag is escape-proof, fastened at neck, waist and under the feet. I have two small nostril holes, a small nylon zipper across the mouth, and another one at my crotch, which can be snugged up round the roots of my goodies, leaving them exposed and vulnerable to cbt and wicked orgasm-denial over incredible lengths of time, for her amusement and that of anyone else she may invite to participate. We are both pretty happy with the situation, which includes rationing my air, by the way, but we'd welcome ideas, suggestions etc. however extreme. What would you do if you could take her place??