I got drunk and tried to get an acquaintance of my wife's to tie me up in my rubber bag! Bad move! She told my wife, who did and said nothing until the first time she responded positively to my constant request for this. When she was sure I was absolutely secure, she informed me that she knew, and if I really wanted someone else to take care of my needs, as she had done, so unselfishly, for so long, then she was going to see that it happened! I was astonished! Then I heard her on the phone, speaking briefly to a whole bunch of people, quietly, so I had trouble hearing the exact content. Finally, I heard "We've never met, but I understand from Amy that you and your uh, partner are really heavy into BDSM? If so, I have a real opportunity for you! Well, it's like this - my husband is addicted to being kept in a rubber bag, and he's started looking among my friends for more activity, I guess, than I can give him! So, I thought, find someone who's really into that scene, and see if they have any interest....." she trailed off, and listened, making affirmative noises, until "Oh super! Perfect! And you're really quite close too! Let me give you the address......okay see you soon!" She hung up. "There, you unfaithful bastard! I just got you a date! Isn't that sweet of me! You'll love them! Yes, a couple! Bit older, but really keen to see what all this is about! They're going to take you away, just like that, and they can keep you just as long as they want! A week, a month, a year, permanently....up to them! You wanted more of this, well, as they say be careful what you wish for! You might just get it! I'm so sick and tired of you whining at me about not being cruel enough, or not keeping you in there long enough! So, you may get more than you bargained for here! I hope so! Now just lie there quietly, like a good little man, and take your medicine when it arrives! You'll love it! Apparently they are REALLY interested in long-term total enclosure bondage, and extreme orgasm delay and denial...I mean EXTREME! Just what you always say you want!" After a while the doorbell rang, and voices headed closer to the bedroom. Male voices! What the fuck? Then my wife's voice "Gentlemen, this is Jon. He can't speak at the moment, with that zipper closed, but I'm sure he's delighted to meet you! This is what he lives for, to be kept like this, and he's always complaining that I'm not sore enough on him! Don't keep him in there long enough..maybe you guys can uh, meet his needs?" Laughter. Oh you bet, young lady! We'll take good care of him! REAL good care! Until you decide you want him back!" "That might be a LONG way away!" she said coldly! Right now, I'd say he's yours, permanently, just as long as you don't let him escape!" Laughter "Oh he's not going anywhere! Maybe not ever!"