As I expected, Madhavan Sir got up from his chair and came around to me and lifted me up. Putting his arms around my shoulder he chided me gently for ...rying and wiped my tears (I can cry as and when I wish, a trick that has helped me often). Taking advantage of his gesture I buried my face in his chest, getting as close to him as possible, and continued to sob. Madhavan Sir was left with no option but to put his arms around me. I, too, turn facing him fully and by breasts were now pressed fully. . There was a table; a long metal pole that came out from the ground, cushioned with rough leather; a leather chaise lounge. The ceiling was covered in loops and mechanisms for suspension. To the far right was a variation of cages. A large spacious cage that the slave could stand in, walk in; a tall, thin one that would force the slave to stand; a similar one to the tall, but laying down, forcing the slave to lay straight; the last was a very very small cage that would force the slave to stay. Once, twice, three times.My wife looked down at me as I looked up at her. As she was shaking her head up and down she said three times. Yes three times in his mouth. And you better swallow every drop of it too she told me.As I was at the cashier paying the check, the other woman said you can ride with me. Your wife can follow in your car.On the ride there she drove and I sat in the front seat. Unzip your pants she said and show me. I undid my pants and pulled out the chastity cage. Your wife is. "You can't put that in me - there's no way it will fit!" (Geeta would learn later that Indian men are not exactly known for their size, and that Raj was unusual well endowed for his race). Again, Geeta raised only a practical objection to what was being done to her, and this was not enough to stop a young man with a sprawling, naked beautiful teenager beneath him. Raj was absolutely insane with desire for his niece - so young, and surely a virgin, unlike her sister, the bitch! Raj had never.