This is a narrative version of "Death Drive" intended to fully articulate the fantasy and hopefully, to communicate why I find the concept so arousing. Have cobbled it together rather quickly as I'm in a rush today so I'm afraid it's not that refined. Might hone it down and repost at a later date, but it'll do for now.

I'm sitting in the living room one night, when my wife brings me a glass of wine. I thank her and drink it. Soon afterwards, I start to feel strange. Waves of sleep flow over me and I can't keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is a blurry vision of my wife standing over me, a hard expression on her face. When I awake an indeterminate time later I find myself sitting in the same armchair. I try to move but when I look down, I see I am tightly strapped into a heavy leather straitjacket, my arms clamped immovably across my chest, and my legs strapped together at the ankles, knees and thighs. My mouth is full of something soft and some kind of soft fabric has been wrapped tightly around my head and face covering my mouth. I can smell my wife's perfume so guess that I have a pair of her panties in my mouth held in place with one or more pairs of her opaque tights. I struggle with the straitjacket and try to work my gag loose but soon come to realise that I am completely helpless, and can neither move nor utter any intelligible sounds.

My wife comes into the room. I look at her and try to speak to her through my gag, but all that comes out is a series of muffled "mmmmppphhhs".

She sits down beside me and strokes my gagged face as she speaks to me.

She explains what's happening. She wants rid of me! She says she's been bored with me for ages now and wants to start a new life without me, but to accomplish this she requires all our assets rather than half of what remains after a messy divorce. So she has decided the best solution is to murder me and dispose of my body, whilst making it seem as if I simply walked out on her and disappeared without trace. She bears me no malice but she can think of no other way.

She tells me of her plan to dispose of me.

She will put a heavy leather bondage hood on me so I am completely in the dark which will render me totally helpless to resist her. She will noose my neck with a heavy duty dog-control pole, then unstrap my ankles but leave my thigh and knee straps in place so that I will be able to walk but only slowly and with great difficulty. She will use the pole to guide me through the house, and into the garage where she will place me in the rear seat of the car and re-strap my ankles. She will then drive us to the place she has chosen to dispose of me. It's a remote forested area some thirty miles away - a desolate place with only one tiny access road. No-one ever goes there so the chances of my body ever being found are vanishingly remote. Once there she will ensure that there is no-one around then, again, noose my neck with the pole, unstrap my ankles and walk me into the forest to the spot where she has chosen to bury me. Once there, she will sit me down on the ground, and using rope, tie my legs up in a hogtie so that I can't move at all, then inject me with a massive overdose of the drug vets use to euthanase animals. While I'm breathing my last, she'll get on with digging my grave.

She says she wishes she could spare me all this distress by just keeping me drugged but she needs me to be able to walk once we arrive as the place she has chosen to bury me is quite a way into the forest.

I can't believe what I'm hearing! I struggle and buck and kick to try and loosen the jacket and straps but to no avail. She produces the hood and reaches towards me. I shake my head from side to side and lean away from her but it's hopeless! She slips it over my head and laces it in place. The last things I ever see are her sweet pretty face and her breasts pressing against the thin material of her blouse as she slips it on.

With the hood firmly in place I'm totally in the dark! Not even a chink of light can get in. I can hear her moving about but I have no idea what she's doing. Suddenly I feel something else being slipped over my head and around my neck, and being tightened. Then I feel her hands fumbling at my ankles and suddenly the strap around them goes loose.

She tells me to stand up which I do with difficulty. The noose around my neck is very tight and I feel myself being pushed forward. I can only move my legs from the knees so all I can do is hobble, but I have no choice but to move in the direction in which she is pushing me. It's slow going. I know when we get to the kitchen as I hear the muffled sound of the freezer kicking into life and then sense a sudden drop in temperature as we reach the garage. I hear the sound of the car door opening and then feel the noose being taken from my around my neck. She guides me into the car, holding my head down so I don't bump it. I have no choice but to do as she wants. My arms are pinioned to my chest. My legs bound together at the thigh and knee and I can't see a thing! I am totally helpless! As soon as I am seated, I feel her hands re-attaching the ankle strap and then hear the sound of the door being shut.

The car lurches down as she slips into the drivers seat and the engine starts. All I can do is to sit there passively as she drives me to my doom. I still can't believe this is happening. How my sweet beautiful wife could be doing this to me. I sob silently to myself and whimper into my gag.

In my isolation, I lose all track of time. Eventually I sense the car travelling more slowly and making more turns. It starts to lurch and buck and I guess that we are on a dirt track. It stops and I hear the sound of handbrake being pulled up. The engine goes off and all is silent save for the sound of my breathing. The combined smell of my wife's perfume and musk on the tights and the leather hood is intoxicating. I hear the door being opened, and feel the car shift again as she gets out. She opens the back door and I feel the noose of the dog pole being slipped over my head once again then pulled tight and my ankle strap being released. She pulls me out of the car then gets behind me so she can push me where she wants me to go and watch my every move.

She tells me that we've arrived at my final resting place. That there's absolutely nothing I can do to resist her and it will be far easier for both of us if I just co-operate with her. My straitjacket is totally secure and I'll remain hooded and gagged so I should abandon any hope of escape. If I do anything she doesn't like, she'll tighten the noose around my neck until I start to choke.

She pushes me forward and I have no choice but to move. Again, it's slow going as I can only move my legs from the knees. I can feel the vegetation crunching under my feet and every so often I feel my head being pushed down, presumably to avoid low overhanging branches.

After what seems like about ten minutes painfully slow hobbling, she jerks me to a halt. The noose tightens around my neck alarmingly and I start to choke. I feel myself being pushed towards the ground and have no choice but to comply. I can hear the blood rushing in my head now. I drop to my knees and then onto my front, my pinioned arms crushed beneath the weight of my helpless body.

I feel her weight as she sits on my back pinning me to the ground. My ankles are suddenly jerked together as she slips a noose of rope around them and then just as quickly jerked up towards my back into a hogtie position. I feel the rope tighten as she attaches it to one of the straitjacket straps. I'm completely immobile now. It's impossible to move as I have no means of exerting leverage with any part of my body. She rolls me over on to my side and I feel her fumbling at the side of my neck. I know what's coming and scream through my gag and try to jerk my head from side to side but she clamps it between her nylon-clad thighs. I feel a sting in the side of my neck followed by a warm feeling as she injects the drug. She removes her weight from me.  My body starts to go numb and the sound of my breathing is coming from far, far away. Cold...so...cold. Can't keep awake. And then.............oblivion.