I married a 20yr old stud, who is an absolute addict with rubber bondage, and has a healthy trust fund. I chain him up in a tight, full-length rubber-lined bag, with his goodies protruding through a zippered opening, the zipper snugged tight round the roots, giving me unrestricted access to the only part of him that matters to a real woman, except his tongue which is also available behind another small nylon zipper, when required. I make love to him several times a day, each one lengthy and intense, and sit on his face too, using a nasal cannula through the nostril holes in the bag, so his suffocation is very slow and usually giving me plenty of time to drown him in love-juices, while teasing him mercilessly, never allowing an actual orgasm. I feed him through this same opening, and keep him hydrated. Keeping him chained and padlocked at the neck, I let him bathe once a day, washing out the main body of the bag at the same time, before re-fastening it at the waist, with his arms trapped in a loose folded position, and retying it under his feet, for absolute helplessness. Sometimes I make him drink a six-pack of light beer, then seal him tightly inside the bag, free up his waist, and when he has helplessly urinated himself dry, I roll him around in his own piss, and elevate his lower half so it all runs down to his head and face. His efforts not to drown are most amusing, and he has got it down to a fine art by now. I lease him out to a wealthy older man, who is a real hog for fellatio, and I enjoy watching this. Sometimes I unfasten everything but the neck, and let him wander, just like he was wearing a burqa. This allows him to use the toilet, and sit beside me, as I watch, and he listens to, the TV. I frequently ask him if he wants to be free of the bag, and of me, and I record his answers which are ALWAYS in the negative. He is the first one to bring up the subject of refastening him properly, and he doesn't even seem to appreciate my efforts to give him a measure of freedom. He says he is blissfully happy, and declares his undying love for me, constantly. He says he wants to live out the rest of his life just like this, and I see no reason not to honor his request. When the time comes for Viagra, well that won't be a problem - in fact I'll probably double the dose, and keep him on the boil mercilessly, for hours at a time! I make him ride an exercise bike, fastened from the waist up only, and between that and the energetic love-making, he stays both physically and mentally healthy. I'm sure this has shocked a whole bunch of wimps who think I'm being cruel and psychotic, but my man loves this life, and he was the one who manipulated me into it in the first place! If he ever decides he's had enough, well I'll taper it off, until he doesn't need it any more.