I am married to a very rich very powerful Saudi woman, who revels in my ultra-submissive nature, to the extent that she and her housekeeper make me wear the dreaded Burqa, of the most severe nature ever - the one with nothing but a few tiny holes around the eyes. This floor-length cover is made of bright blue heavy latex, and is locked around the neck by a heavy leather collar with padlock. A small airtight nylon zipper across the mouth, allows them to feed me marginally, and keep me hydrated. Alyssa and Fatima think this is a fine irony, that a husband should be required to live like a woman. The Burqa is cut tight-fitting, and has no openings anywhere. It is easily floor-length, and can and often is belted round the waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position, and allowing them to work the bottom up to my hips, to expose my goodies, when such use is required. It is a true bag, and impossible to shed, without being noticed and punished. I am locked in it about 23 1/2 hrs a day, and Fatima the 'housekeeper' has a stun gun to make sure I don't resist my reconfinement after the brief hygiene break. I am addicted to the lengthy caresses the elderly housekeeper inflicts upon me, through the latex, and the occasional female/superior intercourse forced upon me by either or both of them. Alyssa is very proud of her role-reversal, and is always discussing with Fatima ways to make my life more "secure"