It must seem like the wife ties me up on a regular basis, but nothing could be further from the truth. In fact it has been several years since she has trussed me up.

This night was to be different however. Wife had told me in the morning that she had something special planned for me but I was just going to have to wait. I spent the day wondering what it was but I never suspected it was going to involve me being tied up.

By the end of the day I had almost forgotten about her promise and went up stairs to get ready for bed. As usual, I washed up, brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas. Wife gave me a nice silk pair for Christmas last year and for some reason I decided to wear them. Don�t ask me how, but they were on the top of the pile in my drawer and I thought what the hell, haven�t worn them since Christmas so I put them on.

Just as I was about to climb into bed, wife came into the bedroom carrying a handful of rope. I couldn�t tell by the way she was holding the rope bundled up in her hands, but she had taken a 50� length of soft nylon rope, 3/8 inch in diameter, and cut it into four equal lengths of approximately 12 feet.

She smiled as she told me to stand still and cross by wrists behind my back. I could feel the rope being round around my wrists both horizontally and then vertically. She was lashing them together. The turns were not overly tight. But then she cinched the ropes tight by crossing the rope between my wrists. Wife told me to wriggle my wrists as she pulled the cinching tight.

The rope now encircled both of my wrists very tightly. Not unlike rope handcuffs. Knots were placed on top of the cinching between my wrists, on the bottom and both sides. This only used about half of the rope so she repeated the process one more time. My wrists were now doubled tied and knotted. The rope work was extremely tight but did not cut off my circulation.

I was not going to admit it, but I knew in my heart that there was no way on earth I was going to get out of this without help.

With another length of rope, wife started on my elbows. She did not draw them tightly together as she knew if my shoulder blades were pressed together I would get very uncomfortable very quickly and I could tell by the care she was taking tying me that I was in for a long haul. My elbows were secured tightly. Now I could not use my arms for leverage to try and work on my wrist bounds.

Wife still had me standing as she worked on my knees. She knew that if she tied my knees while my legs were straight, the ropes would get even tighter when I am placed in a hog-tie. If they were bent when she tied them, the ropes would become loose when I straightened my legs. Wife grunted as she cinched the knee rope. A tight knot was placed between my knees on top of the cinching. A second knot was placed at the bottom between my knees. She has learned well. All you can see is very neat and very secure rope work with no visible knots.

With a sly grin she pushes me onto the bed. With the same expertness wife ties my ankles. My ankles are lifted onto the bed and I am rolled over onto my front. She has a shorter length of rope left over, about six feet long and with it I am placed in a hog-tie. Not so strict that my wrists touch my ankles, but strict enough.

Wife grabs the rope connecting my wrists to my ankles and pulls me over on my side so that I am facing her. Coming close to me she whispers that she is going to leave me like that and hopes I have fun for the next couple of days. For years she has threatened to leave me bound up tightly for two days and be put on display. So far she has never done it. Like the boy who cried wolf. My feelings were that she would leave me trussed up for the night and give me a knife to cut myself loose in the morning as she has always done in the past. At this point I could only lie there and try my bounds.

I must admit that I gave it a good shot. Wife sat on the foot of the bed for about an hour as she watched me struggle. Satisfied that I could not escape she left the bedroom but not before pulling everything up extra tight. I didn�t think it was possible but I could feel the ropes dig in just a little harder and tighter.

It was a couple of hours later the she came to bed and by that time I had been tied for about three hours. Wife pulled the bed covers from underneath me so I could get into bed properly. I was then covered and she climbed in on her side. She kissed me good night and rolled over and promptly went to sleep. It felt good to feel her warmth and I was more that a little excited.

Being tied and in a state of excitement I did not get much sleep. I saw every hour pass by on the clock on the bedside table. I knew morning had arrived by the sound of the birds. The alarm went off at 7 am and wife and the kids got up to start the day. By 8 both kids had left the house for school. My wife�s sister needed a baby sitter for that afternoon and overnight so my son and daughter were to go over to their aunts after school and spend the night.

By this time I had been tightly hog-tied for almost 10 hours. Wife started to tie me up around 10 o�clock the night before and it was now 8 am the next morning. Wife works shifts and I never know if she is going to be working days, afternoons or even if she has the day off. At about 8:30 she comes back into the bedroom. This is the moment that she always throws me a sharp knife and leaves me to escape which I always have.

To say I was a little surprised when there was no knife would be an understatement. Not only was there no knife, she checked all the ropes yet again to make sure they were still secure which they were. She then gave me the customary good bye kiss, told me not to get into trouble and left. There was a churning in my stomach as I heard the car pull out of the driveway.

I knew that I was going to be alone for the next 9 hours. Wife was on the 9 - 5 shift and would not be home until 5:30. There was nothing I could do but lie there. The situation was hopeless. Wife did tell me before she left that she would phone at her lunch and coffee breaks. She would let the phone ring 3 times and hang up and then dial again. This was her signal to let me know it was her. If I did not pick up then she would now I had not gotten free.

If I was not hog-tied I could of hopped off the bed and possibly made my way downstairs into the kitchen. But even then all the sharp knives were on the counter top in a corner and it would have been very difficult to reach them. I thought of working myself off the bed and by creeping, very slowly of course, make my way out to the hall where she might of left a knife or a pair of scissors.

This is what I ended up doing. It must of taken me almost an hour to make it off the bed and across the room. I was on my side and being tied the way I was, it was impossible to right myself. I became tired and fell asleep at the bedroom doorway for what must have been a couple of hours. The phone woke me up and as this was the second time wife had phoned with her signal it must be between 12 noon and 1 o�clock.

The rest of the afternoon was spent struggling on the floor making my way as best I could into the two other upstairs bedrooms. I was hoping that one of the kids had left a pair of scissors on the floor or that wife had left something for me. Alas, that was not to be and I dare not try and go down the stairs!

By the time wife got home at 5:30 I was exhausted. She found me in the hall and commented that I had been busy. Taking a small amount of pity on me she undid the rope that was keeping me hog-tied. It was a great relief to be able to stretch my legs again. I had been hog-tied for 19 hours now and my legs were cramped.

Wife helped me stand up and I was sure that she was going to untie me. This was not to be the case. Instead she steadied me as I hopped back into the bedroom. She guided me into the bathroom and to my great relief assisted me to take a pee. I was then guided to the foot of the bed and made to lie down. We have a four poster brass bed. She took the rope that had been used to hog-tie me, looped it through my ankles and pulled them up over my head and fastened the other end of the rope to the top of the foot railing.

I was left like that for several more hours. The smell of dinner cooking made me hungry and I was wondering if I was going to get any. Around 7 o�clock wife came up and feed me a small amount of supper. I have never been fed before and it was interesting.

Without a word, wife undid the rope binding my feet to the bed, turned me over and re hog-tied me. This time the hog-tie was much stricter. Then came he surprise. Wife is a floral designer and I knew she was having a meeting at our house with her executive of her organization. She brought in to the bedroom an armful of ribbon, wire, dried flowers and who knows what else.

To my horror she was turning me into some sort of display. When I asked her what the hell she was doing she calmly informed me that I was going to be left tied for two days and displayed and this time she meant it. I could accept being found trussed up like a roast but to be dressed up as some sort of artistic display had me worried.

Wife left me displayed on the middle of the bedroom floor. She left the bedroom door open so that anybody that came upstairs to use the main bathroom could see me as they walked by. My tummy was really turning as I heard the ladies arrive one by one. My guess is that there were about ten of them. I spent the evening in fear that I was about to be discovered or worse yet wife was going to drag me downstairs and put me on the coffee table for all to see.

I could hear ladies come up the stairs a couple of times to use the washroom when the downstairs one was being occupied, but my head was placed facing away from the door and I could not see who was coming and if I was spotted or not. Oh, I forgot to mention, my dear wife managed to fasten my wrists and ankles to the foot board so as to make it impossible for me to squirm away or hide under the bed. I was displayed and good!

By about 10:30 I could hear the ladies start to leave. I know most of the and could recognize which ones were leaving. There was one who volunteered to stay behind and help clean up. Please say no I was thinking which is what wife said. However the guest was insistent and she ended up staying. It was then that I heard laughing from the kitchen and then the sound of the two of them coming up the stairs.

I struggled like a madman as I truly wanted to be free but the situation was utterly hopeless. As it turned out this was the only guest that had discovered me on display. She told me later she had to bite her tongue when she first saw me and quietly came upstairs several more times to have a look at me. So it was not several ladies that came up but one several times.

They both seemed to be enjoying my predicament and started to make plans for me. Wife suggested that I be loaded up into the guests jeep and be driven to a display area in a church that was having a weekend flower display. Set up was going on until the small hours of the night as this was a major event and the exhibitors had to be ready by morning.

I could hear them both go out the front door and was in agony wondering what was going to happen to me. They were gone for almost an hour. I could see that they had a small trolley with them. It is my wife�s and she uses it to transport her materials to and from the car when she does displays and demonstrations.

Wife unfastened me from the foot board and the two of them hoisted me up on the trolley. It was with some effort that they managed to get me down the stairs but once there it was easy going to roll me out to the jeep. I was lifted and dumped into the back of the jeep. The door was shut and they both climbed in the front and started to drive.

The church is about 30 minutes away and all the time they are telling me how I am to be displayed. What was I supposed to think? So far wife had done everything she had promised to do and they both sounded serious. When we finally arrived at the church both wife and guest got out of the jeep and went inside. They must have been gone for at least 30 minutes and just left me there, hog-tied in the back of the jeep.

When they finally came out wife gave me a choice. I could either be carried into the church and be left there to take my chances of being untied by someone who took pity on me, or I could be driven back to the guests house where the jeep would be parked and I would spend the night. In the morning the guest would drive me home and I would have to beg to be untied.

I picked the latter. True to there word, wife was dropped off at home and I was driven to the guests house. She parked the jeep in her garage and left me for the night. It was cold an uncomfortable but at least I was not on public display.

Wife did keep her word. I was not left tied for 48 hours but almost. It was lunch time the next day before I was given a knife to cut myself loose. They both had great fun watching me. As I was sore and tired it took me almost 2 hours to finally free myself.

That is a experience that I will not soon forget.