Nobody ever said that bondage was easy!

He wanted to know what it would be like … to be a prisoner … to be utterly helpless … without an end in sight. I could tell by the sparkle in his eye that this was more than just preparation for his next bestseller … that he had a curiosity that he needed to have quenched, and after 12 years of marriage, I’m the one who he comes to when he needs to quench things like this…

There’s no denying it – 30 days is a long time. He was to be completely cut off from the outside world, from his sex, and even from me … the darkness and the isolation was to envelope him fully without remorse for his well being. I had no intentions of making things easy on him, and in fact, he could certainly vouch that I’d grown well versed in just the opposite as our relationship had matured over the years.

By the end of our first conversation, I could tell that he was a little nervous of the reality in what was soon to unfold, to which I simply smirked and reminded him that this was only just the beginning…


Excerpt…

Walking into the dungeon, I noticed that my tennis shoes were disappointingly absent of the classic high heeled click that I’d grown accustomed to, and I made a mental note to make better shoe choices the next time as I unlocked the cell door and unceremoniously began loosening the multitude of straps that encased my husband’s body. I could only imagine how he felt after being forced into one solitary position for over two days non-stop, though I noted with familiar creaks from the leather straps that his bondage had held its own remarkably and offered little resistance despite his inevitable struggles…

David made little attempt to move as I pulled the sweat-filled, leather sack from around his body, weakly trying to stretch his neck as I released the internal cuffs that held his wrists firmly in place. Once he was able to sit upright, I allowed him a few moments to capture his balance before guiding him over to the corner of the cell, his hands and feet free, but his head still thoroughly locked inside the hood and his manhood even more so within the chastity belt.

In any other situation I would’ve insisted that he be bound in some other way while he waited for me, but at this particular moment as he simply sat there with his hooded head leaned up against the corner, he gave me no reason to believe that he’d be putting up any sort of fight after being kept immobile for the record time that he’d been in bondage!

While David sat in silence, I almost instantly came to regret asking him to fit the bondage table inside of the cell himself because now that he was incapacitated, it quickly became my task to remove it again so that he could have the full use of his cell that he would be granted for the next duration of his stay…


TAGS: bondage, cheating, discipline, dungeon, femdom, leather, mindfuck, roleplaying, sensory deprivation

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