I followed advice, and started chatting up older, plain women, overweight, and often downright ugly, because I am a serious extreme total-enclosure bondage addict, and have long since given up on finding a woman my own age even remotely interested in making use of my utter unconditional availability for whatever they might have in mind....then I met Harriet, a sixty year-old near-nymphomaniac, plain, and overweight, but willing to expand her horizons (and mine!) in return for constant oral worship. Officially she's my landlady, and I am gradually becoming a total prisoner in her big old house, as she happily promises me I will never leave, and will be lucky even to ever see the light of day again, thus motivating me to ever more impressive efforts to keep her satisfied, rather than risk the seriousness of her threat to wall me up in her endless dank dark basement, and see how long it takes me to go out of my mind...the very idea guarantees my utter attention tom detail, in her pleasure, just in case she's serious!