A husband tormented

As I walked into the kitchen Rachel was on me like a flash, pushing me up against the wall with one hand on my crotch, the other on my chest. This beautiful Amazonian woman inches from my face. I could feel her warm breath on my face as she whispered "Sshhh now, you don't want your pretty wife to come in here"

"Rachel Just wait a minute..." I have never had a woman cup and pull my ball sack upwards when wearing a cage, but I don't recommend it. Trust me, it's not nice. I naturally went quiet. Yelling out was what I wanted to do, but that wasn't an option given Helen and Bob next door.

"I want to see it. Undo your pants" I went to protest. The problem was... well twofold really. First this incredibly sexy woman who I have lusted after is dominating me in the kitchen, and there is a bit of me that wants this. Secondly I am genuinely petrified that Bob will come in here and batter me, and my wife will leave me if she knew.

My hands reached to my belt, unbuckled it and undid the button and fly. All the time staring into these beautiful, smouldering blue eyes. "Push them down" she whispered. I pushed my trousers and boxers down and she lifted her hand away just long enough for them to reach my hips and then she re-acquired my balls, digging her nails in to make the point. "All the way off" I struggled, pinned up against the wall, twisting and straining to get my shoes off, then my trousers until, I was stood there from the waist down.

"Pretty. Not much of a cock. Suits the cage don't you think?"

"What! Come on Rachel, you've had your fun. You've seen it. Let me.."

"Sshhhh! Do you want me to call Bob in here?"

"No! ... that's not necessary..." my voice trailed off. She had me, literally and figuratively, by the balls.

"Relax. You know you will enjoy me playing with you" She was right there... I think. She started unbuttoning my shirt

"Now, I asked you a question."

I thought back to her question "Yes, my cock suits the cage" the whisper was so quiet she had to lean forward to hear it. More buttons undone.

She continues leaning forward "A little dicklette like that could never satisfy a woman. Do you think you satisfy Helen?"

"Yes" All the buttons undone.

"Really! How often do you have sex?" This as she spins me round and pushes me back against the wall.

"Often enough!" I can feel her hair on my face as she leans in to whisper...

"Really? When was the last time your wife came to you and took you to bed, begging for your cock" Well, never really, but that is just how she is. I can feel my shirt being pulled down my back, pulling my arms behind my back and hands together as they are still in the sleeves.

"Bob's got a monster in his trousers. Do you think Helen would like to feel that inside her?" The shirt is now being tied at the back, effectively binding my hands together and making me helpless. She leans her whole body weight into me, knowing she has me as her prisoner.

"No! She wouldn't!"

"You sure?"