House Rules
"Okay," she says, with the decisive energy of someone who has identified a problem and located a solution. "I know what you need."
"Gabbie..."
"It always works." She takes your hands and places them on her ample bosom.
You snap out of numbness.
"See?" she says encouragingly. "Better already, right?"
It is, in fact, both better and significantly worse simultaneously. Better because... well, even rocks would kill to experience those boobs. Worse because beneath your jeans, your cock is trying very hard to respond to the situation and running directly into a small metal obstacle.
The cage makes its presence known. Firmly. Insistently. With the specific cruelty of an object that doesn't care about context.
"You can move your hands," she adds helpfully. "That's kind of the point. C'mon play with them!"
You move your hands, trying to silence the pain in your groin and enjoy the experience.
In the end Gabbie was right, that improved a little your mood.