By this time I had been very tightly trussed up for the better part of two full days and I was getting this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that this was far far from being over. Even though I knew that struggling was all but useless and only served to chaff my skin, I did it anyway. Difficult to explain why as the more I struggled the more it reinforced in my mind I was stuck and stuck good. Truth be known, for the first time since wife had tied me up a wave of defeat descended down like a dark rain cloud. No way was I getting out of this mess without someone else's help. Not a snowballs chance in hell as they say.
I had two options as I saw it; beg like a school girl and swear never to ask to be tied up again or ask to be placed somewhere public where I would be discovered and hopefully be untied by some good Samaritan. Both plans however counted on the kind heartiness of my dearly beloved wife. Plan one had some merit but convincing wife that I would never ask to be tied up again or tie myself up again for that matter might not fly. Wife knows how I love bondage and simply would not buy the never to be tied up again line. Begging might work so I planned to give it a shot. Failing that my plan was to ask for public humiliation, perhaps she could invite some of the girls over for tea. Heaven forbid I be dragged out in the apartment hallway or even worse the foyer of the building. Only serve to embarrass her as well as myself so I felt confident that would not happen.
Several hours later wife appeared, pulled up a chair next to me and sat down on it. She asked if I had come up with an escape plan for which I nodded emphatically nodded yes. Wife looked at me, tilted her head and stroked my cock with the index finger of her right hand and inquisitively re-inquired if I truly had come up with a plan. She did correctly point out to me that I all too easily achieved an erection so I couldn't desire to be untied THAT badly now could I? The witch had me there to be sure.
Wife leaned over me and was about to release the gag when she looked me square in the eyes and with a look and tone that would send shivers down the spine of the most hardened criminal asked again if the plan I was about to plead was worthy of her consideration. If not I was warned, the consequences would be grave. The seriousness of her expression, tone of voice and body language caught me completely off guard and the worse possible thing that could of happened to me happened. Blood drained from my face and within seconds I was ashen faced. My eyes pleaded with her which only confirmed her suspicions I had come up with nothing creative of the sort. The blood from my face drained to, you guessed it, my cock. My poor steel was throbbing so hard you could take my pulse just by looking at it and to top it off, was literally dancing under my wife's touch.
At that very moment my fate was sealed. In spite of over 48 hours of hard and very intense bondage I was enjoying this all too much in my wife's opinion. All she was looking for was a sign that I had enough and my raging cock was a powerful indication of just the opposite. If she would only take off the damn gag I could explain to her that my entire body ached for a soft bed and warm blanket. My circulation was good but my wrists and ankles were getting sore and raw from all the struggling. I desperately wanted to lay my head down and get a good nights sleep as being tied upright was not all that conducive to sleep. This was not to be the case, not by a very very long shot.
Wife grabbed me by the ears and scolded me like a rotten little child. When she said no help from her she meant it, none, nada, zero. In anger and disgust wife dragged the chair I had become one with across the carpet on the way to the spare bedroom. Wife made it a point to stop for a short breather when she got to a set of suitcases sitting in the foyer of the apartment. When she was satisfied that I had seen them she continued on.
She was seething as she opened the closet door and pushed me inside facing the back corner of the closet. Wife picked up the bag of used nylons that she had stored there and threw them over top of me commenting that I like the feel of them so much that I could live with them and my ropes in the closet for ever as far as she was concerned. She was sure to drape a pair of nylons over my cock just to heighten my “enjoyment”.
My belly churned as wife shut the closet door and then slammed the door to the spare room as she stomped out. I gulped when I heard the door to the apartment open then close. The sound of the deadbolt clicking into place terrified me as I finally came to the realization I was in “true” bondage. There was no one to help me in any way shape or form and I could not move a muscle in my defense. Wife was pissed and had tickets to fly out lord knows when for she certainly didn't share that information with me. She could of packed and be on her way to the airport for all I knew. I threw my head back and moaned into my gag as I felt a trickle of semen on the head of my cock. All I could do was wait......
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