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The hood laced up over the top and back of his head ending at the base of his neck where a leather hasp flap allowed the insertion of the lock. The click of the lock was like the clank of a jail cell door. There was a permanence to it that both shocked and excited him. He was thankful but at the same time a little disappointed that the facial openings were still open in the hood. Breathing was easy, and he could easily maneuver the dreaded posture collar into place. It simply was pulled as tight as possible and the hasp was locked with finality. He had no idea what the remaining items were for, and the instructions ended with the collar.

He turned, feeling the anal plug shift inside him, finding its most tormenting place as it always did. He fired his anal muscles to try to launch it from within him, but the girdle held firm. The mirror showed some leather freak ready for the leather bar.

David used to fear being gay, as he liked this so much, but a psychologist once asked him, "Do you like the smell of a man?"

"No. God no!"

"Do you like the feel of a man touching you...there?"

"No!"

"Do you like the feel of a man's stubble as he kisses you on the lips?"

"Jesus Christ, no!"

"And you fear you are gay?"

"Well, I, umm..."

"David, you like the FEEL of things, the girdles, the bras, the anal plugs. They simply feel good to you. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but you definitely don't have to worry about that."

That had been a revelation, but he conveniently never let it ruin the lovely sexual humiliation effect of wearing a girdle or the insertion of an anal plug, especially if it was lovingly demanded by a dominant woman, or in this case, his wife.

As instructed, he yelled, "I'm ready!"

He gulped the last of his wine regretfully, just in case.

Sandy entered with a smile, ironically with a glass of white wine herself.

She spoke loudly so he could hear her through the padding at his ears, "Well, you do look ready to serve don't you? Do a squat for me and make sure that plug is nestled next to your clitoris."

She always called his prostate his clitoris in a most humiliating way. His face burned red, and his hands began to tremble slightly, as he squatted. He gasped as the plug found its final resting place.

Sandy smiled. "Now for the best part," she yelled mischievously, "Hold your arm out."

He did so and the leather splints were applied to his arm and the twenty or so buckles were pulled tight and secured. It was repeated for the other arm. He felt like the Tin Man, unable to bend his neck or arms and unable to move his head.

"Jesus! What happens if I want to eat or drink?" he asked.

"You don't. I'll take care of you when and if it is necessary."

As he was marveling at the helplessness these devices afforded him, she applied the padded leather strap across his eyes and cinched it tight, also locking it in place. Sight and sound. Gone. He opened his mouth to say something when the gag fell into place with his whimper. Locked.

He stood there in a void, stunned at his loss of dignity and power.

"Mmf, mmf!" he said.

Now Sandy lowered her voice as if a normal unrestrained person were in her presence. She was actually just talking to herself, but it was just loud enough that David could hear. Not with understanding however; they were just murmurs beyond his ability to decipher meaning..

She led him to the granite island bar in the kitchen and sat him down on a stool while she deliberately made loud knife, fork, and plate sounds as she ate her supper. There was music in the background as well, maybe ABBA, maybe something else.

And so the night began.

Sandy spoke softly to him so he could only hear a voice, "I'm going to read for awhile now, and then I'm going to watch a movie. I absolutely do NOT wish to be disturbed! Is that clear?"

He sat there helplessly, straining to hear her voice, to make understanding of it. Time stood still until he felt two quick slaps of the riding crop on his girdled buttocks overhanging the stool.

"Mmf! Phff!" he responded.

Smiling gleefully

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