I am a trust-fund "baby" with childhood "issues" that have shaped my adult life. I live in a large secluded house, with a live-in housekeeper, a grouchy sixtyish piece of work, ugly, overweight, and possessed of a really foul disposition. She keeps me locked up in a heavy total-enclosure latex suit, permanently, other than a brief food and hygiene break every day. She makes me do all the housework under her supervision, peering through temporarily unzipped eye-slits, and breathing through two small holes right over my nostrils. No speech is practical, with this little air, and instant obedience is demanded - and received! There is also the tiniest of holes over my mouth, barely large enough to spread around a drinking straw, with which she keeps me hydrated, telling me she doesn't want any physical harm to come to me, because she's got a good twenty years left, and wants me to last at least that long, after which she'll let her daughter have me. She like the house cool, and I need it cool, obviously. I have another zipper at my crotch, and she demands lengthy intercourse - she's so insatiable she's bordering on clinical nymphomania, she says proudly. I don't have to look at her, as she keeps the eye-slits closed, for her "modesty" and I welcome the almost-endless arousal - I wouldn't dare come without permission! She is immensely strong, and boasts of having retired as a prison wardress before I discovered her, and persuaded her to take charge of me, for as long as she wanted. She has a stun-gun in case I balk at going back into enclosure after my "break" but it hasn't been necessary, as I am addicted to rubber bondage, and am happy to pick up where we left off. We watch TV together, though I do admit I'm not very interested in her choice of entertainment, mainly. She professes to be "quite satisfied" with my efforts to please her, and constantly issues fearsome warnings about punishments if my efforts wane. She tells me she's discovered that there is a pharmaceutical laboratory nearby which will pay handsomely for what we call "pre-cum" for some use in sexual enhancement drug experiments, so I have to look forward to really unbearable teasing and orgasm-denial, until she has milked enough of this rare liquid to give her a fat check, regularly. Her daughter comes to visit regularly, and is equally unsympathetic and foul-dispositioned, so I needn't look for any help from her, I don't think. It sounds like they're building up to her making use of me too, so my dance card is going to be full! I don't think I would escape even if I could, as I'm an addict, both to rubber and this kind of sex, and definitely getting what I need!