When I was fourteen, I spied on my older sister and her friends, and got caught one time. They dragged me into her room, stuffed me into a reversed parka, as a straitjacket, and tied me up in it, inescapably, my face tightly sheathed in the hood. Then they began to tease and torment me mercilessly, squeezing my balls, smacking them, and masturbating me until I was on the brink of insanity, needing to come more than you can even imagine, but never getting close enough. They encouraged each other wickedly, and I learned then how to please a woman orally, over and over until I could hardly speak, my muscles were so sore. This became a regular occurrence, and to cut a long story short, I eventually married one of the participants, who has dominated me to death every day of my life, and I am blissfully happy serving her night and day. Outside the house we're friends and enjoy a varied social life, but at home, her word is law. It's wonderful! She keeps me in a full-length bag of heavy rubberized canvas most of the time, unless there's housework to be done, and with strategically placed zippered openings at crotch and mouth, I can meet the wildest of her needs, and she mine. I look forward to the rest of my life a her loving and loved slave, and I am very grateful for that original "lesson" in the superiority of the female gender!