My bench holds me very securely!
I can barely move a muscle. I'm held on my back with my head in a U-shaped cradle that fits very snugly around my ears. So snug the bud earphones I am wearing are so firmly contained in my ears, there is no chance of me displacing them.
My neck is locked in a stock, I can't lift my head a fraction because a leather strap passes over my forehead and was buckled tightly by my wife as the first part of the preparations for our evening. there are belts around my chest and waist as well. My arms are pulled below and behind me, by cuffs around my elbows once she has the roller buckles on my elbow cuffs tightened to her satisfaction she threads a ten-foot length of 10mm hemp rope through the "D" rings on the cuffs.
The two ends of this rope are then threaded together through an eyebolt fixed into the bottom brace of the bench. Then along the brace where my wife can easily pull my arms back into a stringent uncomfortable position and tie both of the rope ends off on a boat cleat.
She secured my hands in fist mitts, these had snap connectors mounted on the bench frame. She then adjusted the tension on the rope that held my elbows pulling them back and downwards until everything tightened up until there was no possibility of any arm movement at all.
There are two vertical arms on my bench with permanently fixed ankle cuffs at the top. Each leg was lifted in turn and the cuffs buckled tight around my ankles. These arms are two feet long and form a "vee" when my ankles are secured my knees are bent at ninety degrees My knees are then cuffed and roped back to two more boat cleats welded to the bench framework. The final part of my immobilisation is completed by placing a small cuff around each big toe and then a strap sewn and riveted to it is fastened onto a buckle on the ankle cuffs, pulled tight and I cannot move my ankles much at all.
At this point she inserts a butplug which has gradually increased in size over the three years, this new one is inflated once it is inside me.
When I am secured to my wife's satisfaction she reads out the reckoning of my infractions for the week. These are all news to me, I am never told beforehand. They may be failing to open the car door for her. Or maybe not ironing her knickers to her satisfaction.
Woe betide me if I have scorched her underwear or laddered a pair of her silk stockings. Then before she leaves me to go and dress for her night out on the town, she removes my chastity tube and gives me the very few strokes I need to get hard.
I have been wearing the tube for nearly three years and in that time I have had three proper orgasms on my birthday. I don't even get one for Christmas.
My wife will sometimes, in the morning milk my prostate to keep me healthy. There is no enjoyment at all in this for me, my wife enjoys it immensely. It isn't a ruined orgasm, it's a prostate milking.
