Is Wanked To Death In A Bondage-bag, A Real Thing?

I have several much older single men, who are delighted to keep me trussed up in my expensive rubber-lined bondage-bag, with four strategically placed nylon zippers, one at mouth, one at crotch, one at asshole, and the main one across the bottom of the bag under my feet, which when closed all the way, prevents any possibility of escape without outside help, which is not usually on the cards...On rare occasions I can have one using my mouth, and another using my ass, while he reaches around, and grasps my shaft, his thumb polishing the hyper-sensitive head, mercilessly, as I begin to beg "please,,,please...." drawing laughter and "Please what? Stop? Don't stop? Which? to which I sigh a confession "I don't know - you decide!" I spend probably twelve hours, more at weekends, trapped in this wicked bag, while driven my endless hormones to dream of this confinement becoming as near permanent as practicable...I'm so hooked I'd even sign my car over to the right person, and pay "protection" money to ensure kong-term use and abuse, from preferably more than one sadistic "owner."