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My Spouse
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Bi-Sexual Male / 45
Not For Everyone
After what many would consider an abusive childhood, once on my own, at twenty, I began to look for a very special woman. My ad read "wanted to marry, a true female sexual sadist, any age, appearance, or race... to OWN me and have absolute power - total control over me..." plus some personal details.
Eventually I met Kathy, a pleasantly plain, plump, mental-health professional, who found my obsession with rubber bondage 'intriguing'...she was twenty plus years older than me, and really liked my trim athletic body. She was willing to take are of all my kinky needs, quite happily, to move into my large inherited house, and refashion it closer to her desires, so we decided as far as any casual encounters, she was my estranged mother.
Now twenty five years later, she is a pleasant, easily under-estimated retired lady, and I have spent most of that time, locked up in rubber, to please her sexually, at least once a day, with the prospect of maybe another twenty-five years - she assures me the women in her family live to be 90, regularly, and they all retain their insistent sexuality. She sews, crafts, and reads prodigiously, as I say in my recliner, next to hers, in my rubberized canvas bag, providing her with the requisite "warm body" until she needs more intimate contact, which she gets via two zippered openings at crotch, and mouth, giving her access to what she calls snidely "The only two areas of the male body, of any use to a real woman" I am writing this with her consent, during a brief "rest period" and it will soon be time to return to utter helplessness...
Eventually I met Kathy, a pleasantly plain, plump, mental-health professional, who found my obsession with rubber bondage 'intriguing'...she was twenty plus years older than me, and really liked my trim athletic body. She was willing to take are of all my kinky needs, quite happily, to move into my large inherited house, and refashion it closer to her desires, so we decided as far as any casual encounters, she was my estranged mother.
Now twenty five years later, she is a pleasant, easily under-estimated retired lady, and I have spent most of that time, locked up in rubber, to please her sexually, at least once a day, with the prospect of maybe another twenty-five years - she assures me the women in her family live to be 90, regularly, and they all retain their insistent sexuality. She sews, crafts, and reads prodigiously, as I say in my recliner, next to hers, in my rubberized canvas bag, providing her with the requisite "warm body" until she needs more intimate contact, which she gets via two zippered openings at crotch, and mouth, giving her access to what she calls snidely "The only two areas of the male body, of any use to a real woman" I am writing this with her consent, during a brief "rest period" and it will soon be time to return to utter helplessness...
