I tracked down a newly-released s**-offender, in a bar, drowning his sorrows, about to be evicted from his rental house, as his presence became known, locally. He was reluctant to talk, at first, until I offered him a place to stay, on one condition…he had to tie me up in my rubberized canvas b******-bag, and use both ends of me, constantly, via strategically placed zippered openings…his limits, his desires, not mine other than the original confinement.
Worked like a charm, and he kept me in that bag, for ninety days, feeding me anything that would go through the zippered opening at my mouth, including his c***, and hydrating me with a squeezy bottle.
He stayed that long, then just disappeared, moved on, who knows…at least he made escape possible before he left…now I’m obessed about another similar experience, maybe more extreme this time…any age, gender, appearance, weight, color or ethnic origin okay…