Ten years ago, I rented a room from an elderly landlady who looked a lot like the "mother" in the original movie "Psycho"! She was rude, and bossed me around no end. Being young, and straight out of the orphanage, where I had suffered (?) intense sexual abuse, I felt I was safe, her being in her sixties, and looking like some Pioneer woman. I didn't have a lot of money, from entry-level jobs, and one Friday evening, as I ate the plain wholesome meal she gave me on Fridays, she suddenly asked "Ever been tied up?" Surprised, I said "Yes...at the orphanage. Why?" She shifted around uneasily, then said "I'd let you live here rent free, if you'd let me tie you up every weekend..." I was shocked, but I had fond memories of most of the abuse I had suffered previously, and also the saving in money would be huge, at my financial level, so I agreed. "Good" she said, and looked at her watch. A minute or two later I began to feel weak and dizzy, and then fainted. When I awoke, she was just finishing buckling me into what seemed like a home-made strait-jacket, converted out of a thigh-length padded down parka, with straps riveted to the cuffs of the sleeves. It was on me back to front, and the large attached hood hung down under my chin. I began to protest, and she cuffed me hard on the side of the head, saying "Silence!" Then the hood was pulled up over my face, and the draw-cords hauled down hard until the hood was tight over my face and head, and I drew breath through the heavy stifling material. Once she had finished winding the cords round my neck, and tied them there, she slid open a small nylon zipper across my mouth, and I could breathe comfortably. I began to protest, but she slapped me on the head, hard, and said "I said 'silence'! You better get used to doing what you're told!" Realizing there was nothing I could do, and this kind of bondage was comfortable, soft, warm, and not liable to induce the cramps I had known in previous 'events' I relaxed, and waited to see what would happen next. She reached under the hem, and her cold bony fingers grasped my testicles, and tugged, and squeezed them hard enough to draw a groan from between my gritted teeth. To my humiliation, the rough caress made me quickly come erect, to her amusement. She had a laugh like glass breaking, which I was soon to become very accustomed to! Her explorations began to center on my swollen cock, and soon she was masturbating me slowly and intensely, as I gasped and whimpered in the will-sapping caress of the rough fingers. "She cackled then "We have ALL weekend, you young fool! Now I get to satisfy MY urges, uninterrupted! Yes, women my age still have urges, doofus, and I'm probably the horniest senior citizen YOU'LL ever meet!" She pushed me backwards on to the bed, and lifted my legs up, then climbed up, and straddled me. She lowered herself slowly, until my rock-hard cock was slowly enclosed by her tight hot sex, and then began to move on me, slowly, with shuddering gasps, and words like "Oh God, it's been so LONG!" It dawned on me, I was actually being forced! Wow! What a turn-on! Not often it works that way round! Time passed, in delicious ecstasy, and I learned what really worked for her! She liked me to struggle and feign displeasure, so I did that, as she held me down, and her thrusts became more and more frantic, until finally she shuddered, groaned, and sank down on top of me, spent. Her lips were on mine, through the zipper, and she breathed onion-breath into me, and whispered "Oh God, I needed that!" I murmured back "You and me both, lady! I hope you need LOTS of that! I know I do, but only if you keep me imprisoned like this!" She snorted and said "You don't seriously expect me to let you out, do you? You will stay that way, until I'm able to figure out how to blackmail you into re-assuming the position whenever I say so, or face unpalatable consequences! Serious ones!" Her mouth pressed down on mine again, and her tongue thrust into me, hungrily, unavoidably. We were still joined together, and gradually, she began to move again, culminating in a repeat performance that lasted a lot longer this time. Two more orgasms on her part, and one on mine, and she exposed my flushed and panting face, and photographed me in all my glory, with an old Polaroid camera! She held a bottle of water to my lips, and made me eat a couple of energy bars, then told me to tell her all about my previous experiences, at the orphanage. She was fascinated, and loving it all, the gleam in her watery eyes, predatory! "And you came to love it all didn't you, you horny little shit! That's good though! Because I can put you through stuff that'll make THIS seem tame! Whaddya think about THAT?" Still partially in the warm fog of post-coital bliss, I said "Bring it ON, lady!" She laughed her awful laugh again, and said "You can talk the talk - I wonder if you can walk the walk!" Turns out I could, and I've been her willing prisoner for ten years now! All the sex seems to be keeping her fit and healthy, and she shows no signs of slowing down! Threatens to turn me over to her younger sister, when she finally passes on. "She's like me, but worse! You'll LOVE her!"