I think my younger wife married me because I let her boss me around uncomplainingly, and because I was quite well-off. She let it be known that she would unwillingly participate in my bondage games, occasionally, and that it would cost me something nice, each time. It's been a year now, and we have settled into a so-so relationship Until today. In her delicious German accent, Heidi said "You slip into somesing less comftable, nein?" I hastened to obey, not having many opportunities like this! "I vant you in Shtrait-jecket! You crazy person anyway!" So I fetched the heavy latex strait-jacket, with the built-in hood, with goggles like a gasmask, and helped her put me in it. She buckled it up tightly, and studied me carefully, as I peered out at her through the one-way glass of the goggles. I could see her, but I was totally anonymous the other way. Once satisfied, she picked up the phone and dialed. "You come now!" was all she said. Fighting the built-in gag, I tried to query her. Instead she began to play with me, quickly bringing me massively erect with her clever fingers. Then the front doorbell rang, and she clicked off in her five inch heels. What the hell? Just when things were getting good! Voices, and then she and the visitor stood in the doorway, taking in my plight, her with long-suffering disapproval, the other person with a satisfied grin on his sly features. Stan from next-door! Fuck! What was going on? "Hey, asshole, how ya doin?" he asked, insincerely. "Greta here she told me what problems youm guys were having, an' I jes' wannit to help, y'know? You made the little lady very unhappy, you selfish bastard, so now it's payback, an' payback's a bitch! Ain't that right, honey? So howd'ya wanna do this? " "I don't care, liebchen. I leave up to you! Okay? Just don' KILL him! Nichtwar?" She stood right in front of me, trying to see my eyes, then shrugged and said "I vant him humiliated! Maybe you fuck him up the ass? Maybe you milk him, not let him come? I vant to see him broken! you decide Stanley!" Stan eyed me like a predator eyeing the next meal, then said "You wanna watch, or not?" She shrugged then said "Just get it done. Wherever, however, whatever! No mercy! Make him a whimpering physical and mental wreck! Just don KILL him! Okay?" Stan laughed nastily. "Ill make the sumbitch wish he was dead!" He grabbed me by the balls, and tugged and twisted, and I groaned in muffled agony, utterly helpless. Then he used me for a punch-bag, which didn't hurt much, but was as humiliating as hell! And Greta was grinning away happily,taking it all in. To my shock and shame, I felt myself becoming erect, so fast that I realised she'd slipped Viagra into my drink. Maybe more than one! Stan sn****red and said "Hey hon, your ol'man'n me - we going to be GOOD friends!" They laughed together, mean delight in their voices. I had no idea she come to hate me this much! Watch for part 2!