This makes those very rare occasions when I’m actually allowed the honor of intimate contact with my wife simultaneously both exquisitely torturous and desperately precious. Things like bathing and foot rubbing are torment enough. But once in a while at unpredictable intervals Mistress will actually let me out of my cage and into her bed, where she allows me to snuggle with her, to suckle at her huge, brown-nippled breasts and perform endless oral s*x upon her—as long as my cuffed wrists, shackled elbows and ankles are all hogtied tightly together behind me, that is. Then my ecstasy, arousal, and intermingled agony are all unlimited, and a howling madness of frustration swamps me, rendering my attentions ridiculously frantic. Eventually my giant Mistress is forced to once again don one her
