Movement in a window.

I assert that if there is anyone at fault here, it is not I. The windows were wide open, lamps still alight, and the curtains not drawn. Anyone could have seen them. It was only by chance that it was I noticed what they were doing.

What I saw through the window was a naked couple in bed. The scrawny man was laying upon his back, completely still, while his lady, who was a rather plump woman, shall we say, was straddling his head, thumbing through her book, which had a small key dangling from a ribbon on it. It must be said that she was sitting quite low upon him, and given the shapeliness of her rear, it looked as though she was attempting to suffocate him with it. In addition, the only thing her man was adorning, was some sort of ringed container around both his cock and testicles. "Oh... so that's what they're into," I heard Howard say quietly, as he crept up beside me from where I was observing.

I glanced over at him before looking back at them. "Who are they, and what exactly am I looking at?" I whispered back.

He shrugged. "Their names, I'm not sure. They've only moved in within the last season or two. Haven't quite gotten to know them yet. As for what they're doing, well..." He peeped again, shook his head and pursed his lips. "It appears as though she's sitting on his face, is in control of his erection, and is reading a book. Can't quite make out the title from here though."

"I can see that, Howard!" I snapped quietly at him, trying to keep our presence from being known. "But what I don't understand is what I'm looking at!"

A shadow in the room moved, and we both pressed ourselves against the wall, keeping our mouths securely shut. We kept watch on it as it fell across the grounds in front of us, neither of us breathing until it moved back. Exhaling silently, we looked back to see the woman shift in her 'seat', burying her man deeper into her crotch, and his hands clench as he fought to remain soft. "In essence, Sir," Howard started, "He has surrendered control of his urges to her. As such, he is completely at her mercy. Only allowed to climax at her discretion. Which explains the cock cage." He stroked his chin for a moment. "I wonder if the opposite holds true beyond the bedroom?"

"How do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Also, cock cage?"

"Male chastity device. Looks different for obvious reasons, but functions much the same," he answered plainly. "And what I meant about the other thing, is that I'm not sure if he is like this all the time. He could be a very dominant and assertive person during the day, and this is how he relaxes. By relinquishing his power to someone he trusts deeply."

"Right..." I nodded slowly, as if I understood how that would work, before we returned our attention back to the couple. We watched in complete, almost reverent, silence for a couple of minutes, just watching her read her book and him twitch every now and then, before I said to Howard, "So... is anything else going to happen or...?"

He blanched and shook his head. "Haven't the foggiest, Sir."