My boss at work was a slick sleazy good-looking guy of about 30, while I was closing in on fifty. At an office party, my wife got drunk and led him on something awful. He never liked me, perhaps was threatened by my superior experience, thought I might take his job, or something like that. Anyway, she invited him to dinner one evening, and I had to put up with all the interplay I assumed they thought I didn't see. When he left, Marcy said the magic words "Want to slip into something less comfortable??" A sign that she was ready to play our bondage games, for once. Having had nothing like this for weeks, I jumped at the chance. "What would you prefer??" I asked. She frowned, "Oh, the rubber bag! Definitely the rubber bag!" So, with a Yes Ma'am, I went to the bedroom and got naked, then I climbed into the old Vietnam -war-era green rubber bodybag, and zipped it up as far as I could. I waited, growing more and more aroused by the smooth cool rubber, and the total enclosure it entailed. Quickly she came in, and deftly tied me round the neck, so the rubber pulled in tight round my face and head, and now the zipper tag was above the neck strap, and out of reach. This also aligned the two tiny air holes right over my nostrils, and left the small nylon zipper placed right over my mouth. Then she made me lift my arms into a loose folded position, before buckling another heavy strap round my waist. "There! Now you're all finished!" Her double entendre was scarily exciting. She opened the crotch zipper, and worked my goodies out into the open, before snugging the zipper tight round the roots, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. And rock hard. Now was usually when she pushed me over onto the bed, lifted my lower half up too, and mounted me, settling down for a long slow marathon, daring me, in my vulnerable position to come before she allowed it. I knew better! This time though, she left the room, and when she came back, she had company! I made out the slightly drunk tones of my boss, who had just left, I'd thought. "By God, Marcy you weren't kidding! Just look at that! Oh that's really cute! Couldn't happen to a more deserving asshole!" He sniggered lewdly and went on. "I like it! No I friggin LOVE it! He thinks he's so special! NOW look at him! God this must be humiliating for him! You know, when I was at boarding school, we used to gang up on some smaller twerp, and tie him up and jack him off until he was crying and beggng for mercy! God that was fun!" "So, show me! Drive HIM out of his mind! I know he can't even STAND the idea of being touched by another man!" she giggled, the worse for drink too. "Hey, I know! Make him suck your cock! I mean what can he do??" Much laughter between them, as I fought in vain, trapped by the heavy rubberized canvas, utterly helpless. The zipper at my mouth was tight shut, sealing me into near-silence, with just enough air to survive, none left over for speech. All I could do was make a faint muffled "mmmmmmffffff!" sound, which just made them laugh even more. "See., he likes it!" giggled Marcy. " He's always fantasised about you having him like this" she lied, and he bought it. "Well, I guess I won't feel guilty then, since he obviously wants to be treated like this!" Marcy slapped my rubber-sheathed face, back and forward, over and over, a little more forcefully each time. I couldn't believe the hostility! Actually, sweetie, why don't you screw my brains out, right now, so he has to listen to it all, then I'd like you to put him in the trunk of your car and take him back to your place, keep him for a week or so, teach him some manners, and how to please you particularly. I want him tamed, broken, enslaved, and denied orgasm for so long he thinks he's gonna die! Sound good?? Huh, Honey????" "Fuck yeah! I've never liked the bastard anyway, such a smart-ass! Yeah, I'll take him, and he won't see the light of day on my watch, I'll guarandamntee it!" "Okay now get up here and show me a good time, lover!" Yeah, just like that....ooooooh yeah! That feels good! Broke-dick never was able to please me, anyway. All he wanted was that fucking BAG! Well, now he's got what he wanted! OOOOOOOOOHHHHH yeah, babe, just like that! I think this arrangement is gonna work out just fine, you can move in here, later, and he can disappear off the face of the earth, into the basement. We'll make us a dungeon down there! Now pick up the pace again, or I might have to look for another rubber bag for you!"