Looks Aren't Everything - Or Anything, Really

I married a n overweight, 'plain jane' lady who had no trouble whatsoever keeping me in my expensive rubber bondage-bag, as long as I could fund her passion for archeology, and 'perform' for the oddities of all genders that she brought home, to enjoy wine and cheese parties, while I writhed in silent V.... induced frustration, on the floor, for whatever and whoever decided to add to my evident "misery" often with a tireless wanking, to much applause and encouragement, and copious loads of white slime pumped down my throat, to much vocal encouragement...she used to laugh once we were on our own again, and say "a classic case of be careful what you wish for - you might just get it!" and reassure me that there would be a similar gathering, next Friday evening, then bid me good night, sleep tight, before locking me in my room, still in the bag...I had guit my job when we married, as she came from money, though I never saw any of it, other than its result on our 'social life"...I think this will soon become a poermanent arrangement, and I'm both excited, and fearful...