I have a very special "gentleman's gentleman" in my employ. I have a large inheritance, and live in a large isolated house, even at the age of twenty-one. I interviewed several applicants, and was impressed by this one, with a real upper-class English accent, very correct and formal, real Masterpiece Theater stuff. He was okay with the financial package I offered him, and suggested that he would be amenable to 'ANYTHING' that might lead to a bonus, if I was prepared to speak frankly and graphically. "It has been my experience that young men such as yourself, very often are in the grip of raging hormones, and often have been subjected to childhood abuse, which has left them, shall we say, a trifle unusual? I am very experienced in all forms of human behavior and excesses, so I am sure there must be SOMETHING I could assist with, for a reasonable uh, expense account, shall we say?" He was so avuncular, at his advanced age, and so bursting with bonhomie and willingness, I finally got drunk enough to tell him. "So the long and the short of it is, due to as you suspected, childhood abuse, the only way I can attain any sexual satisfaction, is to be kept almost permanently in total-enclosure bondage! I would happily reward anyone who could help me with this embarrassing matter, substantially! I hope I haven't shocked you!" He laughed. "Oh, hardly! I've been around the block a few times, as they say, and also, as again, 'they' say - it's not my first rodeo! I would be delighted to assist, and would leave the matter of compensation up to you, and your sense of fairness and actual achievement" So, we got into the nuts and bolts of it, and mow I am imprisoned in my full-length rubber-lined bag, 23/7, with an hour for exercise bike/treadmill, food, and hygiene. A real stun-gun guarantees my compliant return to the status quo, at the end of the hour. My elderly jailer has a market for what they call "pre-cum" at some laboratory which needs lots of it for research into sexual enhancement preparations, and he devotes hours every day to generating it and harvesting it, with my goodies pulled outside the bag, through a small zippered aperture, which is kept snugged tight round the roots, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Apparently he can also get paid for actual semen, if refrigerated in the proper containers, of which he has an endless supply. I am out of my mind with the need to come, which he ignores, chuckling amiably, and utterly merciless in his harvesting protocols, as he puts it. It's all very civilized and classy, but he is an iron hand in a velvet glove, so to speak, and never lets up on his "scheduling" I admit to being a little surprised that he has never taken the opportunity to open the small zipper at my mouth, and make me fellate him. Surprised, and a little disappointed, to be honest. Perhaps we can discuss it, if I ever have the opportunity to talk, from my confinement. I can't do it face to face, during my "hour" for some reason. He runs the house with great efficiency, and much time-watching. He is OCD in many ways, and wants everything exactly so, even me! I have an extra hour today, as he is dealing with an insurance adjuster, after a fender-bender in my BMW, so I am taking the chance to put this on record, along with my total satisfaction with the way things have worked out!