The Second Option

was interesting to explore.
The house I’d purchased in the back country was modern and roomy, having been built on a plot of some two hundred acres, so I didn’t have to worry about nosey neighbours and screaming kids. I’d taken considerable time and money to decorate and equip my home and I suppose it could be quickly and easily defined as the typical ‘male cave’, but I wasn’t sexually frustrated despite the rather hermit-like existence I lived. I’d bought the place with the thought in mind that now being financially independent, I could pursue my more arcane interests in what society called ‘the alternative life style’. My particular areas of interest in this side of life ran a fairly wide gamut, for I loved women’s rubber clothing of all sorts, male and female chastity play, bondage, enclosure, suspension, some mild S&M, transvestism and a host of associated fetishes. Although most of those had become more or less acceptable to the world at large over the past three decades, I didn’t feel the necessity to reveal my interests to all and sundry and so practised my explorations in the privacy of my home and property. Other than when I had to leave for absolutely necessary errands, I enjoyed myself, but felt somewhat resentful that I couldn’t dress as I wanted in the ‘real’ world. Again, now, there is no choice available to me in that regard, or any other area of my life for that matter.
Of course my chosen life style was restrictive in terms of socializing, but I met many women on the Internet that didn’t have a prob