My wife is a feminist, and hates the old male-dominated ways of society. She had been griping about the way Saudi women had to wear these all-enclosing burqas, some of them with no openings other than a tiny area of mesh at the eyes. I had been trying for a year or more to persuade her to tie me up, in rubber, as she had promised before we got married. She seemed to have conveniently forgotten about the promise, after a year of marriage. She had a successful business, and I was basically a 'house-husband' which was fine by me, submissive as I was. One day as she was fulminating about what women had to endure, I said "I would LOVE to be made to wear a burqa, all the time!" and she eyed me cynically, and said "Yeah sure you would! If I thought you were serious, I think I would take you up on that, and you could be the token "pay-back" for all of this stupid nonsense!" So I got onto the Internet, and soon found what I wanted. Horrendously expensive, but worth it! When it arrived, I unwrapped it, and said "Remember you said you'd like to see me in a Burqa? Well, here it is! So put your money where your mouth is, and make me wear it! And, I'll make a deal with you...make me wear it 24/7, and I'll pay you $10 an hour, for nothing more than that. Out of my trust fund! But if you let me out for ANY reason, no pay that day! Deal?" She studied me carefully over the top of her lawyer half-glasses, and said "Put it in writing. A contract. Make it legally binding, and I'll do it, at least for a while." An hour later I was inside it, reveling in the feel of the cool smooth rubber lining against my naked body. "I never saw a Burqa with built-in straps at the neck and waist!" she said, but not with a challenge in her voice. "Might come in handy, if you get mad at me for any reason!" I said jokingly, which elicited a thoughtful "Hmmm!" I eyed her with difficulty through the fine mesh, my only contact with the outside world now, savoring her dark Jewish beauty, enjoying watching her study me in my new 'finery' with what seemed like a quiet satisfaction. "Try the straps, you might like them" I suggested, and she grimaced then apparently coming to some kind of decision, said with some irritation "Okay! You asked for it!" and cinched the straps tight round my neck and waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position across my chest, and now leaving me with only what air came through the small mesh area. As the material flapped gently in and out as I breathed, she said angrily "You had that thing lined with rubber! So it's not a real Burqa, its just you getting your own way about what we've been arguing about for a year!" She finished buckling the straps, with angry jerks, and said "Well, now you HAVE made me mad! I hope you're happy in there, because it'll be a cold day in Hell when I let you out!" She stormed off, and I heard the front door slam, and her car backing down the driveway. Wow! Talk about be careful what you wish for! The next few hours were strange, as I got used to my new state, horny as all hell, and unable to do anything about it! The head of my swollen cock kept brushing across the now slippery rubber, and this was just enough to maintain my arousal until she returned. She was so exotically beautiful, even through the mesh, and I said sincerely "Sarah - you are so beautiful, and I love you more than ever!" "Hmmm!" she breathed, looking me up and down. "You don't look like you can do very much for me, like that! I guess I'm going to have to find another man to take care of my needs! Still, let's see what we can do, tonight anyway!" she led me to the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed, swung my legs up, and straddled me, after folding the voluminous material, back over the top half of me, wriggling herself comfortable. "MMMM! This might not be so bad, after all! Different!" The bottom half now covered even my mesh, and I gasped that I couldn't breathe. She said abstractedly as she rode me "And I care, why?" But she did peel the second layer back, exposing the mesh, and her breath was warm on my face as she took her pleasure selfishly. "God, I love you, Sarah," I gasped, eliciting no more than a casual "Good!" in return. Hours later, spent, drained, we lay side by side, and talked quietly. "You happy now?" she demanded. "Good! Well, I'm not! I did okay but I'm not happy making love to a bag! So, I will take care of my own needs, as I always have!" she picked up her cell-phone and dialed. "Nathan? Sarah! You still want to get together? Good...you know where I live! See you!" She lay back, and said giggling "You'll like Nathan! And he'll like you, just like you are!" She cut off my protests by covering my mesh with the flat of her hand, until I was ready to pass out, then said "Be quiet! Or I'll keep doing that! After a while the doorbell rang, and she threw on a robe and went to answer it. She brought this Nathan, who turned out to be a muscular much younger man, who laughed like a drain at the sight of me. "Oh Sarah! This is wonderful! Can he get free?" She assured him this was impossible, and soon I was intimately involved in their love-making, right beside me. It was SO humiliating! But if I was honest, exciting too! I realized that my life was going to consist of this, pretty much all the time! My gorgeous wife had given in to me, but won the battle anyway!