You think, and say, "I...don't know. Ma'am."

"Well I thought it was fuckin' hot," Shonda says, "but this isn't about me. First things first, I think you ought to say thank you for taking the time to set up this laptop and webcam so you could watch that," she says, stroking your shoulders.

She reaches forward to caress your smooth chest, and you feel her weighty breasts on the back of your head. You take some time to collect your thoughts, the mixture of anger, sadness, jealousy, arousal, and humiliation coursing through your body, making you completely unsure how to feel exactly.

You swallow, your jaw aching slightly for the time you spent gagged, and say, "thank you, ma'am..."

"For what?" Shonda purrs, seductively.

You say haltingly, "for setting up the video call..."

Shonda wraps her arms around your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples in her fingers. She says, "so you could watch what..." expectantly. "It's better if you just admit it to yourself right now...gonna be a whole lot easier to accept..."

You swallow, feeling as if you're going to cross a point of no return. You resist the notion at first, but Shonda's subtle prompting and the low level of stimulation she provides you while you remain caged and denied eases the tidal wave of emotions flowing through you. As you continue to hesitate, Shonda slides one arm down your stomach and between your legs, feeling your caged cock fight against its restraint to grow erect, and the copious amount of precum that has oozed out of it, turning the bottom of the cage and your balls into a slimy mess.

You groan in pleasure and frustration, and Shonda eggs you on, saying, "sure feels like that little cock of yours knows what's up...I think what you don't want to admit, is you liked seeing it..."

You reflexively try to move your arms to stop her, but can't while cuffed. Shonda has complete control of the situation, and the mixture of emotions, denial, and loss of control drive you into a state of complete submission, almost as if you are no longer even the pilot of your own body. You realize, she's right -- you thought if you ever saw something like this, you would fly into a rage, break up with Alice, throw or break something, leave, all the typical reactions you've told are usual and proper for seeing a significant other with another person.

Instead, all you want is this cage to be off. Because it keeps you from getting hard or cumming. Because you're actually turned on. Almost as if another person says it, you hang your head and admit it, "...seeing Alice with another man and loving it".

"Mmm," Shonda continues purring, "that's right, honey. You're never gonna get her off that way, and women deserve to be treated right. That doesn't mean she doesn't love you something fierce and she doesn't want to be with you...she really does...she's just gonna want those mind-blowing orgasms from now on, and she's gonna find men to give them to her."

Shonda continues kneading your caged balls, hugging you from behind. She continues in your ear, "...and she's gonna get them, too. Cause your relationship with her's gonna change...you aren't gonna be boyfriend/girlfriend from now on...she's gonna be your dom, and you're gonna be her sub...and that means she does what she's gonna do, and you don't get a say."

You hang your head, feeling a bit woozy as your head clouds over. You say, "I'm...not sure I understand, ma'am...this is for her to fuck around?"

Shonda purrs reassuringly in your ear, "it isn't about other men, honey...the other men are just gonna be part of it. What it's about, is you being there for her, doing what she says, and making sure she's happy. Whatever she wants. Cause she's gonna call the shots in the relationship from now on...and you're gonna take the backseat and follow."

You nod, giving a defeated, "yes, ma'am". Suddenly curious, you say, "...can I ask a question, ma'am?"

Shonda moves her hand away from your cage, wrapping them around your chest. "Sure, honey," she replies.

"Is...this how you are with Bunny?" you ask.

Shonda laughs. "You wouldn't know it from looking at him, but Bunny's a grower. He gets me off real good. But yeah, sometimes I want to just get torn up, or want a quick lay while he's in chastity. He never complains or takes it personally, it's always 'yes Mistress' and 'no Mistress'...you'll understand soon enough."

Shonda considers a moment, and says, "in fact I'm gonna show you right now. You just sit right there and think." Shonda walks out of the guest room, and leaves you cuffed in the chair. She calls from the stop of the stairs, "Bunny, come to the bedroom," and from downstairs you hear a yelled, "yes Mistress".

A few moments later, you hear steps on the staircase, then quiet. About five minutes later, you hear a bed squeaking, and the sound of moaning and grunting. Over the course of the next ten, the squeaking gets louder and faster, and the moans and grunts match the pace and volume of the bed. All you can do is sit, cuffed, and listen, your cock aching and straining against the cage.

The squeaking, grunting, and moaning reach their pitch with a cried out, "shit baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!", and a loud, sustained moan. A couple loud squeaks continue through the moan, and the sounds quiet down. About five minutes later you hear the steps on the staircase again, descending this time. Shonda re-enters the guest room nude, the luscious curves of her dark-skinned body on display, the scent of fresh sex heavy on her.

Shonda stretches in front of you. "Good shit," Shonda says, "came upstairs, fucked me good, went right back downstairs to finish cleaning the kitchen. No bitching, no asking questions, just obedience." Shonda saunters over to you and sits in your lap sideways, and you feel some lingering slickness on her ass. She wraps an arm around you, her breasts resting against your smooth chest, her dark nipples still slightly erect.

You want to reflexively wrap her arms around her to balance her, or shift your weight to accommodate her, but can't due to the cuffs. You can only sit, being used as a piece of furniture for the dominant woman. You feel incredibly aroused and submissive, discomforted, and humiliated at the subtle treatment, especially as not a moment ago Shonda was just in the other room having sex.

She sits on your lap for a short time, pressing her body against yours, resting and relaxing. Eventually, Shonda says, "nice, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," you admit, quietly.

After another moment, Shonda chuckles. She says, "what do you think Alice and Enrique are up to right now?"

You say back, "I don't know, ma'am. Maybe having dinner, or watching TV. Maybe Alice is in the shower."

Shonda purrs, "I don't think that's what you want them to be doing, is it?"

You stop for a moment, and think. You admit, "no, ma'am".

Smirking, Shonda asks what you know she's going to ask. "What do you want them to be doing?"

You just admit it, "fucking again, ma'am".

"Mmm," Shonda says seductively. "I think you are a natural at this, honey. Usually takes more to get that kind of admission out. It's gonna be dark soon, and we usually go to bed early and get up early in this house."