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I made the fatal mistake. World cup football, England leading, I shhhhhhh'd my mistress!
'How dare you'. I thought she was joking. 'You. Upstairs. Now! I want you fully pvc'd, booted, and including a long hooded mac. Report back here.' I looked at her, 'NOW'. Shit. She meant it!
Ten minutes later, I stood there in front of her, head to toe in shiny black vinyl. Underwear, hooded one piece suit, high thigh boots and my favourite ankle length vinyl mack with its large attached hood. All fully zipped up and ready to go. I glimpsed at the tv. Another bad mistake. 'Tch. Tch. Tch. Hands behind your back. Not a word.' I knew I was in trouble. The cuffs locked on. She roughly pulled up the hood, tightening the draw pulls tightly, basically blindfolding me. 'Not a word, or I'll gag you.' I now felt a collar locked around my neck. The tug of the attached chain caught me out,
'What, where are you....'
'I told you to shut it, one more word....'
I had no choice, staggering along in my glossy boots, mackintosh, toshing noisily. I heard the back door open and was pulled out onto the wooden patio. 'Down, on your knees slave', she helped me kneel, 'what was the score?' I was confused, 'come on, what was the score?'
'Six, one.'
'Oh, well thats really unlucky for you. Six and one. Seven hours. Enjoy'.
She pushed me sideways onto the decking. I felt the chain pull taught and the click of a locking bolt ring. This is going to be a long evening!

Interesting. Would you have got off Scot-free had the score been nil nil? For me a more exquisite punishment would be macked up and tied up in front of the TV, forced to watch the match as my woman paraded around in her PVC suit. Where to look? And just as the game goes into extra time and we need one more last minute goal to clinch it, she unzips me and goes to town on my manhood as, in the dying seconds, we manage to score (in more ways than one)!

JM

Ok. Lets try again.
All was going well. England are two goals up. Im totally engrossed.
'Darling, I've got you something'.
'Shhhhhhh, I'm watching the......' enter the wife. I heard the creaking first, resplendent in her long clear glass pvc hooded mack. Fully buttoned and belted up. Her hood seductively up. I could see, she had her shiny black pvc catsuit on underneath. The black patent stilettos finished off the ensemble. Simply stunning.
My 'wowwwww' confirmed this!
'Dont you shhhhhhhh me slave, strip!!!!'
I hadn't noticed the riding crop. She meant business.
A copy of her mack was thrown in my face, 'and then put this on'.
She flicked her crop across my thigh, turned and rustled out.
Dilema! Football. Mack. Mack. Football. No contest.
Fully naked underneath, I now stood in the middle of the living room wrapped hooded and shinily buttoned up in my rapidly warming pvc. She enters. Without a word, I am cuffed behind my back and collared. She sits in my seat, collar chain in hand, and slowly pulls me slowly down between her thighs, 'and now this game really can begin........'

' and ne this game really can begin ,,,,,,"

Oh yes, sod the football

Football. Hmmm. Not a sport. You need an equity card to play the game these days. Great acting(not). So please continue this performance. Far more interesting and entertaining!!!!! Clear crinkly macs. Wonderful.

Years ago I had a girlfriend who was more into football than I was, and had a strong sex-drive although she wasn't particularly kinky. (Years later I'm pretty sure I could have converted her but maybe I wasn't so perverted myself then.) We would sometimes watch football on TV electing which side we each supported and to make it more interesting a system of treats and punishments which I can't fully recall as it evolved from week to week but for instance:

Free kick - remove an item of clothing
Penalty awarded against you - six strokes of the riding crop
Goal - receive a blowjob
Player sent off - hands bound behind your back for the rest of the match unless the other side also lost a player. Second player off, ankles tied.
Losing at half time - feet ticked until play resumes
etc.

What do you get for a missed penalty? Surely serious demerits here?

Twenty strokes of the cane and no sex for four years.

Cane. Kane. Very good. 4yrs? Thats better than what Im getting now!!!!

Is it me, or is football becoming more and more boring?
Me and the mrs have taken up sergiouk's idea and reinvented the rules. Needless to say, copious amounts of pvc, cuffs, locks and other implements to amuse. The higher the score the better. Last week was truly excellent. I ended up bound in four pvc hooded macs for hours, and a very sore arse. I definately had more entertainment than the english fans! No guessing which side I chose to win!