She had given for some in our group one of the early dinner parties. Erika, my wife, and I were invited. Since then, we had met socially a few times m...re.Whilst Helen was friendly, nothing in her behaviour with me suggested more. She was not a flirt.One evening after class, the group had already left, and I had to clear away a few things in the Language Laboratory; I met Helen in the corridor. She had forgotten her scarf and had to come back, she said. So, we left together, talking, walking out. I was starting to get spooked. Thetotal silence was now beginning to unnerve me."Now come on Phil - don't go scaring yourself. A car will come along atany moment," I said to myself, as I shifted my weight from one foot tothe other, my voice being the only sound to break the still of thenight.Still no sound came and I was beginning to get seriously spooked bynow, and was wondering what on Earth had possessed me to undertake sucha foolhardy venture. I was on the point of quitting and calling. My body weakening even more, causing me to moan into my gag as I get more and more turned on and yet more and more afraid.My mind racing back and forth between the thoughts of wanting to back out of this and really wanting to go all the way.But we all know what I really want, I want to go all the way, I just can’t help it.Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of pressure on my right ankle, “lift your foot baby,” she commanded.I respond by lifting my foot which is pulled outward. It was not veryhigh and anyone placed in it would be bent over on their knees. Two holesat one end formed stocks for legs. Another larger hole at the other endwould fit around her neck, leaving her head protruding.She was ordered to step into the cage and then to kneel down on the paddedbottom. Her legs were guided into the rear stocks with her feet outsidethe cage. The top half of the rear was then slid into place, trapping herlegs. She was pushed forward until she was bent in half and.