This took place a little while back, during the start of the COVID quarantine. I originally titled the story "The Quarantine". I wrote it as a way to remember it but also to provide entertainment for others that have similar fantasies. It is 100% true with the exception of the embellishment about how it began. In reality, I found out that my wife had been cheating - and found it oddly arousing. Eventually I suggested she could see her boyfriend if I was in bondage. She began chatting with him about it and decided he would come visit during the day - he was still working from the office and is married, so it worked out well he could come to our house. Everything else is accurate and exactly as it happened. Feel free to post comments - ideas for future sessions - etc. We have a lot of ideas as well and hope to expand on them in the future.
It was ironic in a sick and sadistic kind of way. The kind of thing I’d get off to reading about on the Internet. Except it wasn’t pretend for me, it was my new reality. I was hot, sweating and uncomfortable. My feet started cramping every so often and required some slight repositioning. Mercifully I was able to move my feet slightly in the footwell of the neoprene sleepsack. Not much, but just enough to prevent them from painfully cramping. That was pretty much the extent of my movement though. The integrated sleeves kept my arms pinned at my sides and it felt like the longer I was inside of it, the tighter it became. There was a suction effect on my entire body and the sweat made the seal, preventing even air from getting between my body and the thick neoprene.
I’d given up struggling hours ago, I knew it was totally useless and it caused me to overheat very quickly. Laying still and focusing on breathing was all I could do to maintain any level of comfort. Every detail of my inescapable prison was meticulously designed by me.
My wife and I had been married for years, but I’ve been obsessed with bondage my entire life – and while she begrudgingly would bind me a few times a year I could always tell she wasn’t all that into it. Then, out of nowhere the world gets hit with a pandemic, my workload grinds to a halt and she’s now working from home every day. The two of us in the house all day everyday and she suddenly starts to get very interested in tying me up the ways I’ve always fantasized about. I was in heaven.
My wife and I had spent weeks trying various configurations, and I kept adding and adding making it more and more inescapable until I was 100% confident that there was absolutely no way I could ever escape on my own. She was eager and excited, which encouraged me even more. I insisted she wrap each of my fists in vetwrap to make sure that, given time, I couldn’t pick or tear my way through the internal sleeves of the sleepsack. I’m lean, and strong. 6’2”, 165lb, and about 10% body fat. I have visible abs and can move my body weight around effortlessly with my arms, shoulders, abs, etc. I suspected the neoprene may not be strong enough to hold me, so I purchased a heavy spineboard with thick Velcro webbing and insisted that once I was zipped into the sleepsack, she strap me down as tight as possible on the board. It had its intended effect. I was glued to that thing, with no leverage or ability to exert any significant force against the sleepsack. Next I wanted total isolation, and no way to talk to beg for release, and she was happy to insert a ballgag followed by encasing my entire head in a heavy duty sensory deprivation hood. It’s outer straps clenching my jaw tighter against the rubber ball and assuring that I couldn’t do anything my make muffled screams and moans.
As we sat at the table one afternoon she was especially flirty and excited, I could see a twinkle in her eye and I secretly hoped it meant I was going to get to spend a nice long time in the inescapable setup we’d been piecing together. I (half) jokingly suggested I spend the rest of the day locked in bondage since I didn’t really any work to do, to which she replied
“I think that’s a good idea. I have a big deadline coming up for that new product launch that Matt and I have been working on and you’ve been too distracting lately.”
Matt, her co-worker, had been mentoring her prior to the quarantine. She talked about him quite a bit to the point that it caused me to become jealous and some unnecessary strain in our marriage. The last few weeks of nothing but bondage and sex had made me all but forget about our previous rocky patches.
“Fine by me, as long as you make sure I can’t escape you can spend all the time you want working” I replied with a sly smile.
“Get downstairs in the basement. Now. I want you totally stripped with your butt plug locked in place ready for me when I come down.”
She’d taken her dominatrix tone, both stern and with a subtle undertone of anger. It was VERY sexy. I quickly headed downstairs and did as instructed, my cock getting bigger and bigger by the minute. As I got ready I couldn’t help but look at the gear laid out and get excited at the prospect of being isolated and locked in an escapable bondage hell and abandoned for hours and hours.
She came downstairs wearing a pair of her 4” peep toe patent leather pumps, stockings, and a short skin tight dress. She has a shoe collection like you wouldn’t believe and wears 4” heels daily – but that’s to the office, I never usually see them. She was stunning and only made me more eager to climb into my neoprene prison and let her stroke and suck my cock.
Practice makes perfect, and the last two weeks did just that. She deftly wrapped each first, slid me into the sleepsack and zipped it up to my neck making sure the zipper was fully closed and wouldn’t work itself open. Then she put the gag in and started on the nylon webbing – cementing me to the spine board. She put her weight into each strap and they crushed me against it, I knew there was no escaping from this and got even more turned on by the effort she was putting into making sure.
Next, she brought out one of our remote shocking dog collars – this was new and totally her idea. Both scary and exciting. She ignored my eyes getting wide and locked the collar around my throat giving me a look that made me feel like I was going to cum right then and there. It was kind of a half smile, with a wink and a slight shake of the head. In an instant it communicated “Stupid boy, I own you now and you’re so fucked but you don’t even realize it yet”.
Next was the heavy leather sensory deprivation hood. This was a piece of gear I loved but she always become frustrated with due to all of the lacing on the back. Today she seemed smitten with it, almost in a trance, studying it in detail as I lay next to her trapped and eagerly waiting for it to envelope me in darkness. After a moment she snapped out of it and smiled at me.
“Sorry love, I was just admiring this hood you bought for yourself. It will be a bit strange getting used to seeing it instead of your face.”
My cock throbbed involuntarily. This was too much, everything I’d fantasized about right down to some verbal taunting and humiliation.
“You see… I’ve been paying very close attention to all of your annoyingly specific instruction about how to put you into bondage. I understand you like bondage, and I understand you want to be bound in a way that you can’t escape from. You on the other hand, haven’t seemed to grasp that I DON’T.”
The sudden change and anger caught me off guard, I cocked my head to the side slightly inquisitive but unable to respond through the gag. Her demeanor instantly changed again, back to sadistically sweet.
“While you’ve been jerking your dick off to bondage porn, I’ve been fucking Matt at the office the last 12 months. These last two weeks being isolated with you have been unbearable. The ONLY thing getting me through it was the excitement of knowing that this day would come. You see, I’ve been texting Matt about a little idea I had…”
I was shocked and pissed at the same time. I immediately started pulling against my restraints and yelling into the gag. This was bullshit, she had to be kidding.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
My neck felt like it was on fire. The shock collar she’d locked on earlier came alive on a setting I’d never experienced. I thrashed against the restraints in panic until the pain stopped. Then I exhaled deeply and looked straight at her.
“Good boy. Now, listen. Matt has convinced his bitch of a wife that he needs to go out of state for work to open up a new plant making toilet paper – you know, there’s a nation wide shortage and its important our company ramps up production to meet demand. She believed him and he is packed up and moving into my house.”
I struggled again and was instantly met with a searing pain in my neck.
“I’m telling you this because I am about to put this hood on you, and I know its hard for you to hear, and of course you won’t be able to see anything. I want you to know when you hear people moving around, when you hear me moaning, that I’m being fucked hard by another man and you’re trapped here and can’t do a thing about it. He and I are going to fuck constantly, sleep together in my bed, and laugh at how pathetic and helpless you are. We’re keeping you right here as a bondage prop and we’re going to get each other off right next to you.”
She grinned again clearly enjoying this.
“Oh, and one more fun fact for you to look forward to… while he’s fucking me I intend on using this remote for your shock collar. Each time his cock rams into me I’m going to press it, and as he’s filling me with cum I’m going to hold it down. So while you’re writhing in agony here in your totally dark bondage hell, you will know I’m getting a load of cum in me and you’re too fucking pathetic and powerless to do anything about it.”
With that she pulled the hood over my head and began lacing it tighter than she ever had. The buckles came next and finally a pat on the chest. I could barely make out her words through the thick leather padding but I heard her say
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait for my boyfriend now. Have fun down here…”
Voices.. footsteps above me from upstairs. I’d been trying to relax and focus just on breathing. The small hole just in front of my ball gagged mouth provided sufficient airflow but the hood would still suction in slightly if I took a deep breath. Through the heavy leather hood I could faintly make out sounds throughout the house. She definitely just let someone else inside and they were walking around above me. It was surreal, like laying at the bottom of a swimming pool, totally isolated but aware of an entire world above. Except I was trapped in this isolation, unable to move, speak, or see. My arms were welded to my sides and I was welded to an unforgiving board. The buckles held the hood firmly in place and my entire existence was a prisoner inside of it.
More footsteps, coming down the basement stairs. I heard them talking as they rounded the corner…
“And here is my toy.. he’s completely helpless and can’t escape, plus he’s gagged under the hood”
“Oh wow…”
My wife knelt down beside me and put a firm hand on the center of my chest. Judging by the clarity of her voice she put her mouth next to my ear
“I’m going to fuck now… you’re going to lay here and listen. If you’re good, we may reward you”
The two of them left me laying there in the main room and moved into our basement bedroom. She told him to leave the door open so she could see me, and I could hear them. Almost immediately I heard her moaning and the distinctive sound of two bodies slamming together. I tensed against the straps but it was useless. My cock was rock hard and throbbing but there was no way to reach it, my hands were trapped in the neoprene internal sleeves. All that I could do was lay there totally helpless, encased in bondage, and listen to my wife’s moans as another man fucked her.
Eventually they came out of the bedroom and stood over me.
“Take his cock out, and get it hard”
The sleepsack has zippered front and rear slots for easy access. She unzipped the front and pulled my cock and balls out onto display. The rush of cool fresh air felt amazing. Her hand stroking my cock also felt amazing, and it responded by growing hard and long on command.
“You’re just a toy, a dildo for us to use now” she said
“Suck it, show me how far you can put it in your throat”
I felt her mouth slide over my cock and she slowly began stroking it and sucking it. Then she began rocking and moaning as she sucked. It didn’t take long for me to realize that he was fucking her doggy style as she sucked my cock. After a few minutes I was ready to cum, it felt amazing having my cock played with after spending so much time in my extreme bondage. As if on cue I heard him say
“That’s enough, zip his cock back up and get your ass back into the bedroom”
On command my wife put my cock back into the sleepsack, zipped it close, stood up and left me unfinished and extremely horny.
I laid there in the inescapable prison that I designed, frustrated, trapped as its victim, and listened to the two of them fucking just 10 feet away.
They returned a while later and he issued a new command. It was odd realizing that my wife had totally submitted to another man and he was now using her to torment me. She is type A and very take charge.
“Take out his cock again, get it hard, and ride it.”
She obeyed. Once again unzipping my cock and stroking it. It didn’t take long for me to become fully erect again – the pressure of the bondage combined with the thrill of being captive to two people, on display as a sex doll, was too much to take. I felt her straddle my helpless body and she maneuvered my cock into her as she lowered herself down.
“Do you feel how wet he made my pussy?” she said as she began slowly grinding against me.
It felt amazing, there was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless, a captive, being used as a sex prop in a perverse fantasy by two other people. I wasn’t aware, but he was standing directly over my head and she was sucking his cock as she rode me.
After just a minute or two he ordered her to stop, clean my cock off with her mouth, put it away and get back into the bedroom. I was left again, unfinished and frustrated, to listen to the two of them fucking.
On their third visit he gave her permission to let me cum. Hearing another man essentially give ME permission to cum was so humiliating, but arousing at the same time. It drove the point home. I had no control. Another man just gave MY wife permission to let ME cum, and I was grateful because I couldn’t do it without them. He instructed her to jerk me off into a towel, while she sucked his cock as he stood above me. There was nothing to me done but enjoy it, I couldn’t stop her and I certainly couldn’t do anything else but lay there powerless as she stroked me to orgasm, the entire time sucking on another man’s dick.
I had a trembling orgasm, every muscle in my body tensed and strained against my bondage. It felt amazing struggling against the unforgiving restraints and I shot a massive load. They both had a laugh and he ordered her to clean my cock off with her mouth and then put it away. Once finished, she told me to have fun and the two of them went upstairs leaving me isolated and helpless in the inescapable bondage nightmare that I designed.
It was ironic in a sick and sadistic kind of way. The kind of thing I’d get off to reading about on the Internet. Except it wasn’t pretend for me, it was my new reality. I was hot, sweating and uncomfortable. My feet started cramping every so often and required some slight repositioning. Mercifully I was able to move my feet slightly in the footwell of the neoprene sleepsack. Not much, but just enough to prevent them from painfully cramping. That was pretty much the extent of my movement though. The integrated sleeves kept my arms pinned at my sides and it felt like the longer I was inside of it, the tighter it became. There was a suction effect on my entire body and the sweat made the seal, preventing even air from getting between my body and the thick neoprene.
I’d given up struggling hours ago, I knew it was totally useless and it caused me to overheat very quickly. Laying still and focusing on breathing was all I could do to maintain any level of comfort. Every detail of my inescapable prison was meticulously designed by me.
My wife and I had been married for years, but I’ve been obsessed with bondage my entire life – and while she begrudgingly would bind me a few times a year I could always tell she wasn’t all that into it. Then, out of nowhere the world gets hit with a pandemic, my workload grinds to a halt and she’s now working from home every day. The two of us in the house all day everyday and she suddenly starts to get very interested in tying me up the ways I’ve always fantasized about. I was in heaven.
My wife and I had spent weeks trying various configurations, and I kept adding and adding making it more and more inescapable until I was 100% confident that there was absolutely no way I could ever escape on my own. She was eager and excited, which encouraged me even more. I insisted she wrap each of my fists in vetwrap to make sure that, given time, I couldn’t pick or tear my way through the internal sleeves of the sleepsack. I’m lean, and strong. 6’2”, 165lb, and about 10% body fat. I have visible abs and can move my body weight around effortlessly with my arms, shoulders, abs, etc. I suspected the neoprene may not be strong enough to hold me, so I purchased a heavy spineboard with thick Velcro webbing and insisted that once I was zipped into the sleepsack, she strap me down as tight as possible on the board. It had its intended effect. I was glued to that thing, with no leverage or ability to exert any significant force against the sleepsack. Next I wanted total isolation, and no way to talk to beg for release, and she was happy to insert a ballgag followed by encasing my entire head in a heavy duty sensory deprivation hood. It’s outer straps clenching my jaw tighter against the rubber ball and assuring that I couldn’t do anything my make muffled screams and moans.
As we sat at the table one afternoon she was especially flirty and excited, I could see a twinkle in her eye and I secretly hoped it meant I was going to get to spend a nice long time in the inescapable setup we’d been piecing together. I (half) jokingly suggested I spend the rest of the day locked in bondage since I didn’t really any work to do, to which she replied
“I think that’s a good idea. I have a big deadline coming up for that new product launch that Matt and I have been working on and you’ve been too distracting lately.”
Matt, her co-worker, had been mentoring her prior to the quarantine. She talked about him quite a bit to the point that it caused me to become jealous and some unnecessary strain in our marriage. The last few weeks of nothing but bondage and sex had made me all but forget about our previous rocky patches.
“Fine by me, as long as you make sure I can’t escape you can spend all the time you want working” I replied with a sly smile.
“Get downstairs in the basement. Now. I want you totally stripped with your butt plug locked in place ready for me when I come down.”
She’d taken her dominatrix tone, both stern and with a subtle undertone of anger. It was VERY sexy. I quickly headed downstairs and did as instructed, my cock getting bigger and bigger by the minute. As I got ready I couldn’t help but look at the gear laid out and get excited at the prospect of being isolated and locked in an escapable bondage hell and abandoned for hours and hours.
She came downstairs wearing a pair of her 4” peep toe patent leather pumps, stockings, and a short skin tight dress. She has a shoe collection like you wouldn’t believe and wears 4” heels daily – but that’s to the office, I never usually see them. She was stunning and only made me more eager to climb into my neoprene prison and let her stroke and suck my cock.
Practice makes perfect, and the last two weeks did just that. She deftly wrapped each first, slid me into the sleepsack and zipped it up to my neck making sure the zipper was fully closed and wouldn’t work itself open. Then she put the gag in and started on the nylon webbing – cementing me to the spine board. She put her weight into each strap and they crushed me against it, I knew there was no escaping from this and got even more turned on by the effort she was putting into making sure.
Next, she brought out one of our remote shocking dog collars – this was new and totally her idea. Both scary and exciting. She ignored my eyes getting wide and locked the collar around my throat giving me a look that made me feel like I was going to cum right then and there. It was kind of a half smile, with a wink and a slight shake of the head. In an instant it communicated “Stupid boy, I own you now and you’re so fucked but you don’t even realize it yet”.
Next was the heavy leather sensory deprivation hood. This was a piece of gear I loved but she always become frustrated with due to all of the lacing on the back. Today she seemed smitten with it, almost in a trance, studying it in detail as I lay next to her trapped and eagerly waiting for it to envelope me in darkness. After a moment she snapped out of it and smiled at me.
“Sorry love, I was just admiring this hood you bought for yourself. It will be a bit strange getting used to seeing it instead of your face.”
My cock throbbed involuntarily. This was too much, everything I’d fantasized about right down to some verbal taunting and humiliation.
“You see… I’ve been paying very close attention to all of your annoyingly specific instruction about how to put you into bondage. I understand you like bondage, and I understand you want to be bound in a way that you can’t escape from. You on the other hand, haven’t seemed to grasp that I DON’T.”
The sudden change and anger caught me off guard, I cocked my head to the side slightly inquisitive but unable to respond through the gag. Her demeanor instantly changed again, back to sadistically sweet.
“While you’ve been jerking your dick off to bondage porn, I’ve been fucking Matt at the office the last 12 months. These last two weeks being isolated with you have been unbearable. The ONLY thing getting me through it was the excitement of knowing that this day would come. You see, I’ve been texting Matt about a little idea I had…”
I was shocked and pissed at the same time. I immediately started pulling against my restraints and yelling into the gag. This was bullshit, she had to be kidding.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
My neck felt like it was on fire. The shock collar she’d locked on earlier came alive on a setting I’d never experienced. I thrashed against the restraints in panic until the pain stopped. Then I exhaled deeply and looked straight at her.
“Good boy. Now, listen. Matt has convinced his bitch of a wife that he needs to go out of state for work to open up a new plant making toilet paper – you know, there’s a nation wide shortage and its important our company ramps up production to meet demand. She believed him and he is packed up and moving into my house.”
I struggled again and was instantly met with a searing pain in my neck.
“I’m telling you this because I am about to put this hood on you, and I know its hard for you to hear, and of course you won’t be able to see anything. I want you to know when you hear people moving around, when you hear me moaning, that I’m being fucked hard by another man and you’re trapped here and can’t do a thing about it. He and I are going to fuck constantly, sleep together in my bed, and laugh at how pathetic and helpless you are. We’re keeping you right here as a bondage prop and we’re going to get each other off right next to you.”
She grinned again clearly enjoying this.
“Oh, and one more fun fact for you to look forward to… while he’s fucking me I intend on using this remote for your shock collar. Each time his cock rams into me I’m going to press it, and as he’s filling me with cum I’m going to hold it down. So while you’re writhing in agony here in your totally dark bondage hell, you will know I’m getting a load of cum in me and you’re too fucking pathetic and powerless to do anything about it.”
With that she pulled the hood over my head and began lacing it tighter than she ever had. The buckles came next and finally a pat on the chest. I could barely make out her words through the thick leather padding but I heard her say
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait for my boyfriend now. Have fun down here…”
Voices.. footsteps above me from upstairs. I’d been trying to relax and focus just on breathing. The small hole just in front of my ball gagged mouth provided sufficient airflow but the hood would still suction in slightly if I took a deep breath. Through the heavy leather hood I could faintly make out sounds throughout the house. She definitely just let someone else inside and they were walking around above me. It was surreal, like laying at the bottom of a swimming pool, totally isolated but aware of an entire world above. Except I was trapped in this isolation, unable to move, speak, or see. My arms were welded to my sides and I was welded to an unforgiving board. The buckles held the hood firmly in place and my entire existence was a prisoner inside of it.
More footsteps, coming down the basement stairs. I heard them talking as they rounded the corner…
“And here is my toy.. he’s completely helpless and can’t escape, plus he’s gagged under the hood”
“Oh wow…”
My wife knelt down beside me and put a firm hand on the center of my chest. Judging by the clarity of her voice she put her mouth next to my ear
“I’m going to fuck now… you’re going to lay here and listen. If you’re good, we may reward you”
The two of them left me laying there in the main room and moved into our basement bedroom. She told him to leave the door open so she could see me, and I could hear them. Almost immediately I heard her moaning and the distinctive sound of two bodies slamming together. I tensed against the straps but it was useless. My cock was rock hard and throbbing but there was no way to reach it, my hands were trapped in the neoprene internal sleeves. All that I could do was lay there totally helpless, encased in bondage, and listen to my wife’s moans as another man fucked her.
Eventually they came out of the bedroom and stood over me.
“Take his cock out, and get it hard”
The sleepsack has zippered front and rear slots for easy access. She unzipped the front and pulled my cock and balls out onto display. The rush of cool fresh air felt amazing. Her hand stroking my cock also felt amazing, and it responded by growing hard and long on command.
“You’re just a toy, a dildo for us to use now” she said
“Suck it, show me how far you can put it in your throat”
I felt her mouth slide over my cock and she slowly began stroking it and sucking it. Then she began rocking and moaning as she sucked. It didn’t take long for me to realize that he was fucking her doggy style as she sucked my cock. After a few minutes I was ready to cum, it felt amazing having my cock played with after spending so much time in my extreme bondage. As if on cue I heard him say
“That’s enough, zip his cock back up and get your ass back into the bedroom”
On command my wife put my cock back into the sleepsack, zipped it close, stood up and left me unfinished and extremely horny.
I laid there in the inescapable prison that I designed, frustrated, trapped as its victim, and listened to the two of them fucking just 10 feet away.
They returned a while later and he issued a new command. It was odd realizing that my wife had totally submitted to another man and he was now using her to torment me. She is type A and very take charge.
“Take out his cock again, get it hard, and ride it.”
She obeyed. Once again unzipping my cock and stroking it. It didn’t take long for me to become fully erect again – the pressure of the bondage combined with the thrill of being captive to two people, on display as a sex doll, was too much to take. I felt her straddle my helpless body and she maneuvered my cock into her as she lowered herself down.
“Do you feel how wet he made my pussy?” she said as she began slowly grinding against me.
It felt amazing, there was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless, a captive, being used as a sex prop in a perverse fantasy by two other people. I wasn’t aware, but he was standing directly over my head and she was sucking his cock as she rode me.
After just a minute or two he ordered her to stop, clean my cock off with her mouth, put it away and get back into the bedroom. I was left again, unfinished and frustrated, to listen to the two of them fucking.
On their third visit he gave her permission to let me cum. Hearing another man essentially give ME permission to cum was so humiliating, but arousing at the same time. It drove the point home. I had no control. Another man just gave MY wife permission to let ME cum, and I was grateful because I couldn’t do it without them. He instructed her to jerk me off into a towel, while she sucked his cock as he stood above me. There was nothing to me done but enjoy it, I couldn’t stop her and I certainly couldn’t do anything else but lay there powerless as she stroked me to orgasm, the entire time sucking on another man’s dick.
I had a trembling orgasm, every muscle in my body tensed and strained against my bondage. It felt amazing struggling against the unforgiving restraints and I shot a massive load. They both had a laugh and he ordered her to clean my cock off with her mouth and then put it away. Once finished, she told me to have fun and the two of them went upstairs leaving me isolated and helpless in the inescapable bondage nightmare that I designed.
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