Facing the back wall of a dark closet, bound to a chair unable to move a fraction of an inch in any direction, gagged so well that a ticking clock could drown out the sounds of my feeble attempts at communication and left completely alone, time literally droned on and on. I was more than a little worried at this point of my bondage ordeal if not down right scared. If it wasn't for that damn nylon stocking draped over my throbbing cock, keeping it throbbing I might add, I am sure that I would of soon lost my erection and would be in true misery.
The amount of drool that had been flowing from under my gag was so great it reached the ropes surrounding my chest and was wicking right through to my bare flesh. At this rate it would not be long before my mouth dried out and a parched throat would add to my already considerable discomfort. I was tired, hungry, desperately needed to stretch my limbs and wanted out. By my calculations I was well into my third 24 hour period of very strict and intense bondage and I was not looking forward to completing a third full day and definitely not prepared for a fourth.
Eventually and after what I was sure was several hours, the closet door opened and wife dragged me out of the closet and positioned the chair with me still tied tightly to it in the middle of the room. Wife took one look at my cock and simply shook her head. By this time a large volume of semen had leaked out of the tip of my penis and plastered the nylon stocking firmly onto the head of my cock. After hours and hours of boredom, seeing wife even if she was in a pissed off mood excited me to no end. Perhaps the end of my ordeal was near and she would realize that enough is enough already. No such luck as I was about to discover.
Wife unceremoniously removed the nylons that were hanging from various parts of my body and the chair and graciously un-gagged me. The gag was hardly out of my mouth before I hoarsely asked for a drink of water and wife made me beg for several minutes before she presented a glass of tepid tap water to my eager lips. Wife held the rim of the glass tantalizingly close to my lips and made me state unequivocally that my every single need for existence relied on her good will. She allowed the tip of my tongue to taste the nectar of life before she pulled it away just out of reach. Before I was to be given the water I was to agree that this was the only help that I was to receive from her and I would not be untied by her hand nor would she bring anybody in at my request. Bondage I wanted, bondage I was to get. I needed the water and agreed.
What came next surprised the hell out of me. Wife slipped off her panties that she was wearing under her dress, tore off the nylon pantyhose that was plastered on my cock and straddled me. She gently guided my cock into her pussy and sat full on my lap. I was given an expressionless look as my wife sat there on my lap completely motionless. By the way my lap was bound to the chair my hip motion was very very limited and in spite of a herculean effort could not thrust up at all. This had to be the most frustrating sexual moment I had ever experienced in my life or since truth be told.
However from my heightened state of arousal, the warmth of wife's pussy surrounding my cock was all that was needed to catapult a sticky stream of fluid deep inside my wife. My entire body spasmed for several seconds before my entire nervous system just seemed to collapse. I was completely spent and simply hung there in my ropes. Without saying a word wife dismounted and left the room momentarily and returned with a damp face cloth. I was treated to an all too quick washing that nonetheless sent waves of pleasure cascading down my body from shoulders to my two bound big toes. A rare and welcome treat to be sure.
If I thought that this was to be end of my bondage, those hopes were soon dashed. The material laying on the floor that was used to gag me was picked up and re-applied. This time the elastic bandage that was round around my lower jaw to keep the ball in place was wrapped to tightly my cheeks bulged over the top of the bandage. Wife then straddled me once again and stated coolly that she hoped I enjoyed being inside of her because that was the last time I would be granted that privilege as she put it. My wife then took out a pair of rubber ear plugs, the kind swimmers use, and before my ears were plugged told me in a matter of fact way that she was leaving me and hoped that I was having fun.
My eyes went absolutely wild, I muffed through my gag and I struggled furiously as wife smashed the plugs deep into my ears cutting off all sound. Wife closed the curtains to ensure what I assumed my complete privacy. The chair was turned to face the door and I watched in disbelief was my wife walked towards it. Wife stopped at the doorway, placed her hand on the light switch and gave me one final look. I detected a small smile on her lips as she toyed with the light switch and finally dropped her hand leaving the light on. With the light left on there was little chance of me getting any sleep and wife knew it. To top it all off my back was to the widow and the curtains were shut tight which meant I would have little or any indication if it was night or day. I now realized why I was not blindfolded. This was to be torture, physical and emotional.
So began my third 24 hour period......
....wait a cotton pickin' minute here M. This is it? I've been reading all 10 parts of your story and it ends without ending? Where the hell is the rest of it!?
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