Change Of Focus

I let out a moan, the sound muffled by the ballgag. Bound as I was, I found my mind swiftly reacting to the surprise question, doing my best, despite being bound and gagged in a cage, to let my decision be known. Even as Part of me seemed to regret my choice, I found the idea too good to pass up. I turn my gaze her way, looking intently at her, his almost constant companion, a woman who seems set on humiliating me. I rolled in place, doing my best, despite my bonds, to use my body to point her way.

I heard my new master, as he chuckled, his hand still rubbing on my shaved mound, "You know ... I have an idea. Want to really warp her mind? Maybe make her a bit jealous, even?", to which she smiled back his way, "Sure ... of course. What do you have in mind?", and as I watch, her grin widen, clearly liking what she was hearing, even if she didn't know what was going on.

He stood rubbing my shaved mound, though thankful I actually got to orgasm first. I watched with interest as he stood up, walked over to her, and pulled her close. He wrapped a hand around her waist, even as his right hand moved to behind the small of her neck. She started to take a step back, surprised but stopped mid-step. I watched, from my gage on the floor, as their lips meant, and she moaned softly at the touch, her eyes fluttering shut as they lingered. He pulled her close, and she did not resist at all, as her arms wrapped around his. His right hand moved softly, down her side, before finding her top. It took surprisingly very little effort to pull it down and off her, quickly leaving her topless. Not that she seemed to notice to intent on kissing him, as she wrapped a leg around him.

She moaned softly, as she now pressed herself upon him, not even noticing her short shorts being pulled down; not even as they fell to her feet. Even when she stepped out of them she still seemed unaware of what she had done, too intent on what she felt, how it made her feel to notice. Her purse slowly fell down her arm and landed at her feet, which was so followed by her red lace g-string.

Rubbing their arms over each other now, he slowly drew her toward the bed, clearly making the most of it. As it played out, I found myself all but forgotten, leaving me naked, bound, gagged and still locked in a cage, leaving me with nothing to do but watch ...