I'd been up in the attic now for about 4 hours. The old lady from across the street had invited me in for a coffee after I changed her flat tyre. Anyway one thing led to another and she ended up showing me all her late husband's bondage gear. Turns out they were quite the kinky couple.
She persuaded me to strip off and let her strap me into a leather sleepsack, telling me how comfortable it was. Quite why she felt the need to fit me with a chastity cage was lost on me.
The penis gag filled my mouth almost too much, I could barely make a sound, and she made sure to buckle it tightly. In fact now I think about it her ministrations had got rougher as she went along, by the time she was gagging and muzzling me she was handling me quite roughly.
The fact she left the small attic room without saying a word and threw the two bolts over on the door was becoming a concern to me now. When was she coming back?


















