Someone finally answered my ad on Craigslist! It said "We have what you need, if you are serious, but only if you are truly serious, and not some kind of crybaby wimp. We offer long-term fulfillment of your fantasy, so be sure this is really what you want! Remember the old saying - be careful what you wish for...you might just get it!" Sot it was that I found myself in an expensive room in an even more expensive house, with a group of wealthy-looking older males, in armchairs, watching me with great interest, as I stripped. I felt hungry eyes on my athletic body, before I pulled the long rubber-lined bag over my head, letting it rest, wadded up, on my shoulders, while I wound a length of strong chain round my neck, tightly, and padlocked it, then laid the keys blindly on the nearby side-table. Then I shrugged the length of the bag off my shoulders, and allowed it to fall all the way to the floor, where it pooled around my feet. That was as far as I could go, on my own, and I stood submissively and waited. What seemed to be two people laid me on the floor, gently, and tied the bag tightly round my waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position, then tied the neck of the bag, tightly, under my feet, making the confinement totally inescapable. Lastly, I was placed carefully in a kneeling position, a pillow or cushion under my knees, and the "games" commenced! As I was slowly, remorselessly, face-fucked, through the small zippered opening over my mouth, I found out that my fantasy was everything I hoped it would be! Cocks of all sizes and shapes thrust deep into my mouth, in different speeds, depths, and duration. This was my only contact with reality, in my state of total sensory deprivation, otherwise! I gulped down ejaculation after ejaculation, encouraged by the wicked orgasm-delay tactics being visited upon me through the other zippered opening, by plump warm experienced fingers, that played me like a musical instrument A delicious eternity passed, and by my count there were thirty-plus spurts of hot semen into my mouth, while I despaired of reaching my first. Finally they were apparently all sated, as the zipper over my mouth was sealed tight shut, leaving me only enough air through the two tiny nostril holes. I was rearranged on the sort of massage table I had seen earlier, and then the real torture began, as they took turns taking me to the edge of orgasm, but never letting me go over. I became frantic with need, making all kinds of muffled "mmmmmmffff" sounds to their audible amusement. Time passed like this, and I guess Viagra was reconsumed, because we went back to square one, at some point, and the demanding cocks once more filled my mouth! I knew my "contract" was for seven days, but I was in such a rush to sign and get on with it, I didn't notice then, that they had an infinite option to renew, and I had no such safety clause!