The longest weekend

I arrived home Friday we had a quiet evening by the pool. The only difference was my evening meal. She ate our usual Chinese take out but I had a disgusting smoothy that must have been full of nutrition. She likes all of her possessions in proper working order so I am at all times in top physical shape because of her rigorous training program and strict diet. In fact this week I have been on a liquid diet, some kind of a cleanse.

For several months my wife has asked me my thoughts on longterm bondage. She asks if I have a specific longterm sensory deprivation fantasy. She picked my brain about what I felt was is physically and mentally efficient. Some say what we can actually endure is usually 25% less then our fantasy. My wife does not agree, she takes a straight forward approach and delivers the full fantasy plus 25%. I keep this in mind if she asks me any question.

She listens to every word I say and is at all times taking mental notes. When we talk about bondage I cannot withstand saying things I will regret. She gets my guard down when we discuss bondage because I think my little head. I tend to overestimate my physical and mental abilities. Once it comes out of my mouth it is too late it is now written in stone.

We have a full three days of play this weekend because of a national Monday holiday. Around nine o’clock she told me to take a shower and she join me. She watched me shave my body, face and head. I washed her hair and body. She used the shower douche to thoroughly clean out my ass. She wanted a massage so we moved the massage table out under the stars. It was around eleven o’clock when we headed upstairs to bed,

I pulled out my sleep sack and attached it to my side of the bed. She brought in a different leather hood and to my surprise a soft rubber medium size butt plug and lube. She had me bend over and touch my toes. She inserted the plug and motioned me to the bag. I inserted my arms as she said “I love you” then pushed soft earplugs deep into my ear canals. She carefully taped my eyes and pulled on the hood. Something was different tonight because the hood she selected was the same as the usual hood but it had a small mouth hole.

My cock cage was out of the sack as usual. My wife cuddled her leather body pillow with a hand on my chastity and dropped off to sleep. I usually get disoriented through the night and lose track of time. The eye tape and eat plugs keep me in total silence and darkness. I know it must be morning because of my need for a bathroom. Time passes and I start to wonder if there is a issue so I make an attempt to escape even though I know it is impossible. Suddenly my cage is removed and I am cleaned. My cock springs to life as I feel something being forced into my urethra. It is flexible and soon I feel a push deep inside then feel my bladder start to empty. I’m being catheterized so I knew this was something new.

I drifted off to sleep for who knows how long I was aware there was a tube in my mouth with a bite valve for water. I was also aware of the butt plug, it wasn’t uncomfortable and unlike the large rigid ones it did not ache. My body was fairly comfortable this bag gives room for some movement. As soon as I wondered that, I felt the strap around my ankles being tightened. Soon each strap was pulled extra tight all the way to my neck. The strap on my head was also pulled several notches tighter stretching my neck. My cock responded to this new tightness, the cock never lies.

I was like this for the next several hours. It kept me focused on my breathing and my circulation. Eventually the straps were loosened and I could move about to stretch out a few kinks. I fell asleep again. I woke up or think I did but after this much time I was in a twilight state not sure of directions or even up or down. The silence and darkness gave no hints and she has been known to move the bed around because it is on wheels.

I have lost track of my body over and over, I am now just the thoughts in my head. Trying to make sense of this only lasts a few minutes before I drifted back into a dream world. The only sensation is the drink tube in my mouth. The liquid at times has a taste and other times it is only water.

My wife sits patiently reading. She has no communication and minimal interaction. She switches out the water and liquid nutrition without changing or moving the tube in my mouth. The catheter has taken away my need and sensation to urinate. The temperature is constant other then body heat if I struggle. The only outside sensation are the hours that the straps are tightened then loosened.

I have been out of my body on vivid journeys through the past. I watch the movies stored in the recesses of my brain. I see, smell and touch every memory in a surreal way. Several times I have made love to my wife. The smell of her feet and hair, the taste and scents of her sex and the feel of her wet cunt and mouth around my throbbing cock seem more then real. Our adventures go though my mind again and again, then to fantasies we will do in the future. I feel alone and abandoned but I feel safe and loved. I laugh out loud then I cry. No reason for either just pure emotions that have no reason to hide.

The hours and days pass. My consciousness emerges for only a moment to question realty before a go on another journey. What felt like forever also felt like a few minutes. I have crossed over to a place I have never been before.

It was Monday at 12:00 noon when I was removed and brought back into this dimension. My wife darkened the room before removing the eye tape and ear plugs. She removed the catheter and restraints. I was stiff and had to crawl into the shower where the plug was removed and I was cleaned inside and out. My wife was waiting in her chair as I staggered back into the room. She pointed at her feet so I knelt in front of her. She held my head in her lap and petted my head. She said,”You must have been on an amazing journey”. We stayed there for a very long time.

Eventually we went down stairs and ordered take out delivery. We sat by the pool until the stars came out as I tried to describe what I had seen. Sixty hours in sensory deprivation bondage. Tuesday the talk around the office will be golf scores, fish stories and home projects. I will as usual have nothing to add but I couldn’t possibly describe it anyway.

Authors note:

My stories aren’t for everyone. I write my own personal fantasies. Many of the things I have described have actually been experienced. I do use poetic license to blend things together into a story line. Thank you for reading, I hope you feel the love and devotion in my stories. There are plenty of wanker stories but I like looking a little deeper.