Think Twice - Part 2

I’m going to continue a story I began with my first installment entitled "think twice." I’ve been a chastised slave/husband for going on two years now. As I mentioned before, we started out rather slow I thought, sort of getting our bearings in this new lifestyle. But after confessing that I frequently masturbate, all cards were on the table. Now I find myself forcibly chastised, regularly dressed as a woman while at home, and I must do all the laundry and household chores. My wife’s favorite outfit for me while working at home is a hot pink spandex body suit, high heels, rubber gloves, and a rubber bathing cap w/ chinstrap. Add tons of lipstick and my humiliation is complete.

But as I started in my last installment, it’s the rubber mummy bondage bag that has caught my wife’s sadistic eye. Every two weeks, on a Saturday, I’m led into a back bedroom with nothing on but my chastity device, seamed stockings, heels, a garter belt, and the rubber bathing cap. There in the partially unzipped bag waiting for me is my wife’s girlfriend’s husband. He too has the trademark rubber bathing cap, fully lipsticked lips, stockings and a garter belt. His chastity device has been removed exposing a huge rock hard penis. At this point, the decision is now totally in my hands to continue or not. If I consent to go in the bag, my chastity device is removed and we are then encased and forcibly locked in together. The problem is this, if I refuse, then it’s another week added on to the two I’ve already spent without an orgasm. A week of added humiliations and spankings. If I consent, then it’s a free for all in the bag.

The only drawback if I choose to go in the bag is that the two of us must spend a minimum of 12 hours confined in the rubber prison while the girls can do whatever they want. The choice is totally mine, and since he hasn’t had an orgasm for two weeks as well, he’s hoping and praying I say yes. It’s such a dilemma for me. I want the orgasm(s) so bad, but having experienced the bag before, I know what awaits.

I want take some time to describe for you a little of what it’s like--

First of all, I’m not gay. So the thought of spending 12 hours face to face with a sweaty naked man would not be my first choice. But I love rubber. The smell and feel of it drives me wild. And after two weeks in total frustration, I want an orgasm so bad I can taste it. So all things have to be balanced. And then there’s the psychological aspect of it. When choosing to enter, I prop myself over the waiting bag and my bondage buddy. One at a time, with the girls helping, I put first one stocking’d foot into the bottom part of the bag and then the other. The zipper does not run full length, just from one end of the torso to the other. So I’m sliding my feet down into the bag and the unzipped portion. I can already feel the chills run down my spine as I feel the rubber, his stocking’d legs, the encasement, and the entrapment of my legs from my knees on down.

Next I must lean back on my knees, and with my arms at my side, slide head first into the bag and then straighten my legs out and push myself in. As I do, my awaiting partner is all too glad to help me into the bag. Soon, we are cheek-to-cheek, chest-to-chest, and penis-to-penis. Without any fanfare, the zipper is quickly drawn down shut and locked by the girls, who by this point are wet with delight at their poor husbands predicament. Initially, the feeling is one of total utopia. He will usually work his arms up around my back or neck and start right off trying to kiss me. This is both frightening and erotic at the same time. My arms are stuck at my side, we are encased in tight heavy rubber, and I’m being kissed by a man.

The smell of the rubber, the perfume he his wearing, and taste the lipstick is intoxicating. The feeling quickly goes to another higher erotic level. Neither one of us can help but to start moving our hips around to rub our penises against each other. Both the feeling of his penis on me and mine on him sends us both into a writhing and moaning frenzy. We’re now almost bucking in unison on the waterbed while still frantically embracing each other in passionate kisses. Part of me is feeling like I want out, the other part is just feeling the total eroticism of the situation.

Within 5 minutes both of us just explode in massive orgasms. I feel like I’ve shot sperm a mile. Together we just scream and moan at the wonderful feeling we both had been denied for the past two weeks. Just as we explode, it’s normal for both of us to yell out "Please keep us in here, no matter what we say don’t let us out." Our wives are sitting on the edge of the waterbed, and love to stick around for this priceless moment. They will then tell us that they have to prepare for their male company coming over and not to worry about them returning any time too soon.

But it’s here where the problem for me starts. After the orgasm, after the initial wonderful feeling has worn off, after the screaming and moaning of pure pleasure ends, then comes the post orgasm trauma. After the heavy breathing slows a bit it hits you like a ton of bricks. I realize I’m in inescapable bondage, I’m hot, I can’t breath well, and I’m in here sweating with another man. In addition to that, I’m going to have to spend the next 12+ hours gasping for breath, desiring to pee, unable to see what my wife is going or going to do with another man. It’s dark, it’s hot, and it’s confining. All the both of us have to breath through is about 5 very small holes at the top of the bag. It’s small enough so that only one of us can get our head turned and our mouth in that direction to even attempt to breath fresh air. And even then it’s not really fresh.

Often he will have his arms around my neck pushing me further down and away from the air holes. I will find my head around his chest area gasping for air. I start to squirm and wiggle in order to try and move upward, but being bigger than me, he won’t allow it. I beg and plead for mercy to no avail. He tells me to be still and to enjoy the fun. I tell him I want out. He tells me, "Cuddle up to your lover and be quiet." It’s pitch black, we’re both drenching in sweat, and it’s starting to smell a bit from the sperm and sweat. I feel like I’m going to die from claustrophobia. The more I move about, the more I sweat, the harder it is to breath, and oddly, the more I get turned on. He then usually manages to roll us over with him on top. In this position I’m crushed under his weight while sinking in the waterbed, my head is pinned under his chest, and I’m gasping for breath. His hard on is massive and he then starts all over with the rubbing and hip pumping.

As we’re both well on our way to yet another orgasm, he will tell me he will allow me to have access to the air holes if I make him some promises. At this point I will usually say anything and often do. Then he tells me I’m to confess out loud that I’m turned on my him, that I want to be his lover and slave, that I want to suck his penis, and that I want him to make love to me. All these things I readily confess. Totally humiliated by this point, he will keep his promise and let me scootch up and have some of the valuable air. It’s not much but it does help. After a few minutes, he forces me back down eye level and we just start making out. The next orgasm is actually more intense than the first. This one takes longer to build up, but it lasts for what seem minutes. We are bucking and moaning and kissing as it hits. As we both cum, he tells me that he wants me to be "his" chastised slave and I confess that I want him to be my master. As we’re writhing in ecstasy, he asks if I will allow him to punish me and keep me in bondage for his pleasure. At this point I beg him to. He then tells me we’re going to have so much fun, that he will make sure I am in rubber often, and that I will be caged and tormented by him. When all the squirming ends and we’re totally exhausted and panting, we then both realize that we have 11-1/2 more hours to go.

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