Monday, February 23, 2015

Wrapped in Plastic

Since as early as I can remember I have been turned on by plastic.

long before puberty as a child I recall going to friends houses and checking if they had a plastic protector on their bed.  Likewise going through draws looking for nappies or plastic pants. 

I used to make plastic clothes from plastic bags and a pair of scissors.  Cut two diagonal holes for legs and three holes from a separate plastic bag for a top.  Two plastic bags required obviously.  This manufacturing started around 11 or 12.  Certainly pre puberty. 

Fast forward to married life and somewhere along the way I let my wife in on my secret.  In general sharing my inner feelings has put her off but it was my attempt to communicate.  Anyway occasionally she indulges me. 

In January was a particularly distant time for our relationship.  For some reason she has been more intimate recently.

Saturday night she wrapped me in cling film.  A bit of baby oil under it.  A most delicious feeling.  Round the waist and also through my legs and over my shoulder like a leotard.  The over the shoulder and through the legs means that it holds its shape.  If one just wraps round the tummy and chest it tends to work its way toward the middle. 

Because she does not like plastic I then put on a pair of undies and a tee shirt.  She rubbed me a little and talked about me staying in it all night. All of that was very nice.  We had a little discussion about the benefits of orgasm abstinence.  That is like my other kinks a love hate thing.  A torture myself thing.  With the plastic its see how long you can wear it.  Set the goal and test ones resilience.  Pre marriage, once I realised that I used to wrap myself and then rub myself to orgasm then I would take the plastic off, I set personal goals like trying to stay wrapped longer without orgasm and also to say set a goal of holding off orgasm until a certain time and then once orgasmed to stay wrapped for some other longer time.  In a way it is a sexual tease to try and hold off orgasm but once orgasmed the feel is much more yucky and I start to think about how I need a good nights sleep in order to do whatever the next day if that makes sense.

On the orgasm abstinence thing, when I was in high school, I spend several years in the boarding house where during term time I did not masturbate at all.  I loved the rules and the structure of it.  I also knew my place on the social ladder.  I was not part of the in crowd but I was not part of the geek pariahs either.  I would be invited to midnight parties by the in crowd for example.  There was always alcohol and sometimes girls.  One sure fire way to slip down the social ladder was to be caught masturbating.  This labelled you as a wanker.  A label once applied to a person such as me would stick forever.  So I simply did not masturbate.  It was a huge physical struggle but one I liked.  Maybe a part of my obsessive personality.  During school holidays when I went home, there was no structure.  So it was masturbation, plastic, wearing a pair of girls tights.  Kink kink kink.  I did not feel guilty.  Even though we went to church weekly, I never felt guilty. I never felt sinful if that makes sense.  But I did feel weak.  I actually used to look forward to returning to the structure and controls of school life.  Even though for the first couple of weeks at least the struggle to resist snaking off for a quick wank was always on ones mind.  Because I did not masturbate I had wet dreams.  Vivid sexual dreams that end up with my ejaculating in my pyjamas.  This had to be managed too so as to avoid arousing the suspicions that one was wanking in bed at night.  I tried sleeping always in a pair of undies with my penis tucked in pointing backwards.  I also experimented with wearing a singlet tucked into my undies to try and catch any ejaculate so that my pyjama top would stay dry and most importantly not smell of cum.

Anyway, back to Saturday night, I stayed wrapped all night.  Around 3am I awoke really turned and rubbed against my wife who obliged and rubbed me until I came and then she very kindly said "You are not to clean up till morning and don't disturb me again".  Then at dawn, having been a good boy, she started to rub me again.  Being empty it took a while.  Then with me lying face down on the mattress, she got on top and ground against me until she came.  As she was doing this she told me to put my hands on myself and cum quickly.  Which I did.  Then we lay there relaxed for a few minutes.  Just drifting.  Then it was time to get up, shower, start the day - kids sport and all.

Ah if only every day.  :)

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