Be Careful What You Wish For

Years ago, on a new defunct 'contact' publication, i asked on it, if there was an older controlling bitch out there, willing to enter a long-term relationship with a submissive much younger male, who craved total-enclosure bondage, using an expensive rubber bondage-bag, in my possession.
There was only one reply, and a scary one at that, which quickly became obvious when we met. She was a healthy coldly attractive lady, with gray hair, neatly styled, horn-rim glasses, and a pair of the coldest pale blue eyes ever,,,almost thirty years my senior, she exuded power and self-assurance, and I was immediately smitten...

When I awkwardly broached the subject of the bondage-bag, she made a dismissive gesture, and said calmly "New experience - sounds like fun! For me at least, you - probably not so much, but I sense you crave long-term misery, with a cruel woman who would enslave you, sexually, socially and financially, Well I'm here to tell you I find you very attractive in your youthful naivete, and would happily dominate you to death, for as long as either of us survive...I take pride in my health, and expect to live another twenty years, maybe more...you maybe a lot less, as I fuck your brains out, or 'wank you to death" when I'm not in the mood for the other...I might even make you marry me, so you can worry about me hastening your end, to inherit your nice house, cars, and bank accounts..."

And that's what happened or more accurately is in the process of happening, and as her sex-slave, I live in anxiety but total addiction to my confinement in the rubber bag, long and often, as the days become weeks, the weeks years...