I married an older widowed Saudi lady, who was very accepting of my need to be a house-husband slave, 24/7. She said it would be a perfect irony if I had to submit permanently to the most severe form of Burqa, to atone both symbolically AND factually for all the wickedness and cruelty inflicted on her and her "sisters". So, we paid a lot for the perfect custom-made item, which is as follows - expensive soft black leather, floor-length, lined with latex, for easier cleaning, much more form-fitting than usual, with two zippered slits for my arms, a small zippered opening at my crotch, so she can pleasure herself on top of me, another at the mouth, for similar purposes, plus feeding and hydration, and some tiny circular perforations at the eyes, giving enough vision to perform housework. A fine but strong chain is wound round my neck, and padlocked, and the rest of me is (relatively) free inside the garment. With the arms slits open, I can attend to my household duties, while she is at work (she's an executive in a bank) and with them closed, I am loosely helpless, the hem of the garment being formed as to be chainable loosely, but tightly enough that it cannot be lifted any higher than my thighs. A belt can be buckled round my waist, trapping my arms in a folded position, should the whim take her. So I live, in blissful total enclosure and absolute submission to this fiery passionate sadistic woman, who is insatiable in her demands, and loves mind-games where she threatens/promises to never let me out, and to take a bi-sexual lover, who will enjoy sharing control of me. I have typed this with considerable difficulty, and much "fixing" as she laughs and tells me most men will despise me, some will envy me, and others will wish they knew her better.