Our marriage had been getting stale, and my wife was fed-up with my bondage requirements which she says do very little for her! She agreed to try turning the marriage into a full Mistress/Slave relationship, the whole enchilada, including transfer of property, bank accounts, etc., into her name alone. Her only precondition was that she must be free to take one or more lovers, without any fuss or disagreement from me. I agreed, foolishly, and so we added to my bondage equipment, and converted the small bedroom walk-in into a sound-proof cell, with a heavy outer door, and a wrought-iron "barred" door inside that. This then became my new home, right next to the bed. We had done some browsing and shopping on line, and spent quite a bit of money on exotic rubber gear, and sensory-deprivation hoods and helmets. She began by tying me to the barred door, wrists, ankles, and waist, and then she used my exposed goodies to pleasure herself! She got bored with this though, and one day, after she had made me utterly helpless in a long rubber-lined bag, tied at the neck, waist, and under my feet, in bed with her, she introduced the first lover! Ricky told her this was totally cool, and a real turn-on, then they made love right beside me on the bed, over and over, as the weekend passed slowly and miserably for me. It got worse though, when he knelt over me, unzipped the small opening at my mouth, and thrust his hard cock inside, demanding that I suck it! Repelled by this, I struggled in vain, and he ended up face-fucking me, endlessly, as I fought for breath, unable to do anything to stop this assault. Emily told him gleefully she really LOVED this, and encouraged him to "do it as long and as often" as he wished! This turned out to be VERY long and VERY often, until she actually went off to meet someone else at a motel, leaving Ricky in full charge of my helpless body. There was no stopping him, or even slowing him down, and I felt like I swallowed several pints of semen, as time passed. When Emily returned, she brought the other guy with her, and things rapidly got out of hand, or more accurately became a hand and mouth operation, which my wife seemed to enjoy immensely. Eventually alone again, she said "I got to break it to you, dipshit - this is what your life is going to be! Isolation in the closet, or more of this, whatever appeals to me most. You begged me to treat you like this, so I feel absolutely no sympathy for you! I make enough money to support us, so you don't need to work - you can just be my prisoner 24/7/365, for as many years as you can survive! So don't tell me I never paid any attention to your wishes! I hope to end up with a suitable guy to move in here, and be the husband you never were! I will make sure he is quite happy with our arrangement, and you can be a slave to him, as well as to me! I'll make sure he is strong enough to physically force you into that bag, or whatever else appeals to me, and strong enough in personality to enjoy keeping you like that, without reservations!"