/authors/alex-mckay/Recent content in Alex McKay on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usTue, 04 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2020/08/04/annabels-turn/Tue, 04 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2020/08/04/annabels-turn/<p>It’s a Friday evening, about 7.15 pm, and my wife, Annabel, has just gone out to teach a class of students at the local college of education. I’m sitting on the sofa in the living room watching television. So far, so normal.</p> <p>What’s perhaps less normal is that I am dressed head to toe in black rubber, in a tight-fitting catsuit with attached feet, and with gloves covering my hands, plus I’m wearing a hood, which has mouth, nose and eye holes, as well as press studs for the attachment of a blindfold or a gag, though just now neither are present. A small padlock links the zips at the back of the hood and the catsuit so that I am sealed in until Annabel comes home. Apart from the small holes in my hood, the only parts of me not covered in black rubber are my penis and balls, which hang out of the zipped opening in the front of the catsuit. My hands are handcuffed behind my back and my ankles are joined by leather cuffs and a short connecting chain.</p>