For those of you that are thinking at this point (and those who are not), being left alone and gagged especially for a long period of time is in a word, stupid. In fact one of the reasons why my wife and I never experimented with gags was because we enjoyed, or at least I did anyway, leaving one another tied and alone for periods of time. One time wife left me hogtied on the bed while she watch a three hour John Denver special on TV. Not only did I have to endure the frustration of being hogtied and "checked up on" at every commercial break, but I could hear every word of the concert from where I was and I don't particularly like John Denver's style of music. God rest his soul.
That being said my wife indeed did keep a close watch on me while I was hogtied naked, gagged and squirming uselessly on the balcony for the entire day displayed in all my glory for all that happened by to see and enjoy. Wife very cleverly left the vertical blinds open just enough to get a good view of me from the living room of our apartment and was never far. In addition there is a window from the second bedroom which we use as an office and general catch all room that looks directly onto the deck. And as my wife informed me some time later she used to great advantage spying on her hogtied husband. There was no way for me to see her at all as you can imagine the view one has from ground level. I had a grand view looking straight up but certainly could not see into the apartment at all.
I like to squirm and wiggle when in bondage even though I know my situation to be hopeless. Serves to reinforce just how helpless I am I suppose and besides, it gives me something to do. Beats lying there like a blob in my mind and enhances the "package." My wife not only took some pleasure in seeing how frustrated I was getting, but I was constantly changing my position from laying on my front to turning over on each side and when I did so it was the condition of my cock that drew her interest. Depending on what I saw or heard, or at least thought I saw or heard my poor penis was up and down like a yo yo. If wife observed my little man in the standing position it meant to her that I was still having way too much fun and I was just not done enough yet. Just one of those things I had very little if any control over. Such is bondage.
By now the sun had set and from that point in time of the year meant it was something past 6 in the evening or by my estimation...approximately 22 hours of hard bondage. I hadn't eaten since dinner last night and I was famished and I needed to be hydrated badly. Surprising how much moisture a gag can suck out of you and my poor throat was screaming for a drink. To top it all off my poor little man had not seen fit to make an appearance since early afternoon and was now quite literally flopping in the wind. As if on cue the glass door slid open and there appeared before grateful eyes my wife’s lovely feet. Ahh what a site! In one fluid swift motion my wife bend down, gasped the rug upon which her poor helpless husband lay naked and totally, totally bound and dragged me inside.
The warmth of the room engulfed me, the sweet aroma of good cooking was heavenly and the touch of my wife’s hands on my tightly bound body was all too much. Call me weak but all this was an overload and my best pal the cock betrayed me yet again and sprang to life right before my wife’s inquisitive eyes. Talk about lousy timing. My fate was sealed although I did not know it at the time. The words of my wife will forever ring in my ears, "Just what the hell does it take............" She never finished the sentence but her meaning was oh so unmistakable. All I could do was groan and hang my head in complete defeat.
To my wife the solution to this was simple. Just as long as she did not kill me or cause any lasting damage I could stay tied up indefinitely as far as she was concerned. To make matters worse for me this was a Saturday of a long weekend and I had booked my three weeks of holidays to take advantage of this. Wife worked in a lab and received even more holidays than I did so she had the next three weeks off as well and more in the bank. Our plans for our holidays were to take it one day at a time, go on day trips, picnic, boat etc. Nothing fancy just some quality time with each other. As you will come to find out wife took advantage of this and by the end of my ordeal I was very very happy to be finally rid of my ropes.
My wife pulled me onto the kitchen floor and with a foot kicked me under the table. She then bent down and gave me a signal that the gag was coming off but I was not to make a sound and I was only too happy to comply with her wishes at this stage. The pantyhose holding the gagging material was cut off and dropped leaving me to spit out the packing. Apparently she was so pissed this was all the help I could expect from her. I didn't have the guts to ask what was for supper because; well I wanted some and didn't want to risk her wrath any more than I already had.
Supper for wife was a nice chicken dinner. She had prepared for two but this was not to be my lucky night and she saved my portion for herself to be enjoyed at another meal. My supper was a bowl of porridge placed on the floor for me to lap up like a dog. My beverage was a plastic cup full of tepid water that I was forced to drink by grasping the edge with my teeth and maneuver said cup upwards and let the water flow down my parched throat. At least the porridge had a little bit of brown sugar and cream which made dinner quite tasty really. Besides, I was hungry as hell and I slurped the entire concoction down faster than any dog would of. My only pleasure that evening was a face wash afterwards with a nice warm face cloth. Apparently I was to be kept bound but clean. Small pleasures indeed.
My wife cleaned up after supper in complete silence, not a word to me as if I was invisible. She sat down in front of the TV for the evening, hummed to herself and even made a couple of phone calls. I was relatively happy where I was and had no desire what so ever to be re-gagged and dragged out onto the balcony for the night. My wife murmuring about taking out the trash ensured I kept my trap shut and my thoughts and opinions to myself.
Talk about being put on display. Ladder made is easy to transport her. :)
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