Pushing Violet A Bit Too Far Pt. 02

Chris woke up first. Slowly he stretched, trying to adjust position only to immediately be reminded of his restraints and the preceding night. He wondered for a moment if he was still dreaming, but after another movement he was confident in being awake. The chastity cage had a firm grip on the erection that tried to form in his sleep. A shift of his leg confirmed a bit of precum lightly coating his upper thigh to his arousal and embarrassment. He relaxed a moment, slowly thinking over the night and wondering what his sleeping wife had planned...

... and that he quite badly needed to use the restroom.

Fortunately, he wasn't waiting long. Violet stretched, slowly opening her eyes and smiling a certain coy way at him. "Morning, honey~." Before Chris could answer she kissed him, tongue testing before pushing firmly through his lips. His own response was eager, his longing for her making him forget a moment his need there. She made out with him for a minute or two before breaking it off and looking at him. "You sleep okay, toy?"

He shivered at the title, Chris' arousal reminding him of the cage again as he responded. "I d-id, Mistress... though, I may need to relieve myself quickly." Violet chuckled, nodding and getting up. It didn't take her long to free him from the bed and his ankle cuffs, but the wrist ones she didn't bother with. She gestured. "Go ahead then. Don't try anything silly, when you're done you're to kneel in the center of the room for me. I'll handle breakfast after I have you set up as I like." He looked at her with a faint excitement and nervousness before nodding and sitting up.

Once he returned from the restroom Violet had restraints ready. He knelt, adjusting a bit as she looped rope around his thighs and ankles. Once secured, she grabbed a ball gag and eased it into his mouth. "There. Can't have you making too much noise, can we?" She stood up, her sec around his head height as he grunted and tested the leg ropes. He could smell the faint hint of musk and desire on her... it made him strain all the more. After contemplating him, she unlocked his wrists long enough to move them behind him and leave him all the more helpless. "That should do... I'll be back soon, sweetie" Despite a muffled protest (more for sake of than actual objection), she stepped lightly up the stairs and shut the door behind her.

A couple pulls settled the matter of Chris: he wasn't going anywhere easily. With his legs tied as they were he couldn't manage more than a sitting position. Violet had taken the keys with her too. He tried to reach around to the rope knots. She had tied them such that they rested near the top of his inner thigh, not quite reachable even with the best stretching he could do. A frustrated growl slipped through his gag before he sighed and settled. Were it spring the floor would be terribly cold... even in summer it was cooler against his legs.

It was likely half an hour later, maybe a bit longer before Chris heard the doorknob turning. He jolted a bit in surprise. One of the features of their little dungeon was heavy soundproofing: nothing from the outside world could be heard. And, likewise, the world couldn't hear him down here. That detail made their little forays and her threats of keeping him down here all the more interesting. She had once threatened during a session to leave him in here while guests were over. It was admittedly a turn on for him. Locked away like an object might be put in a closet while other matters were tended...

The door opened fully, Violet stepping in with a large plate and thermos. To Chris' faint disappointment she had opted for clothes after all on return. A simple dress that covered, but left hints. In particular, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra with how it framed her breasts. Which meant she probably wasn't wearing anything under it. That idea alone made up for the disappointment. She smiled briefly at him as she pushed the door shut before walking past him. Settling on the edge of the bed, she called over to him:

"You'll have to come to me, darling. It shouldn't be THAT much trouble~." She was being properly evil about it. Chris glared, squirming and making a brief noise of complaint. Violet laughed at him. "Keep up and maybe I won't share what I made. Better hurry before I eat it or it gets cold." If he moved just right, he could scoot towards her slowly. Reluctantly, he worked his way over, some drool slipping down around the gag as he did. When he finally reached her she ungagged him.

"Mfg..." He flexed his jaw, then quietly murmured thanks as she set it on the bed beside her. The plate had multiple toast slices, some with jam and some with scrambled egg spread on them. Violet offered him a piece of egg toast, alternating between her own bites and his. That piece done, she then swapped to a jam one. Occasionally she'd offer him a drink out of the thermos, which he learned contained apple juice. The whole exchange just highlighted his position all the more to him. And yet, there was a quiet love in her eyes that entranced him while she fed him. A deep care which carried through even in scenes with her.

The plate emptied quickly enough. Violet carried it to the table, setting it and the thermos aside before returning to Chris. She knelt, hand caressing along his cage as she kissed his cheek. "It suits you, you know~. Wonder how long I'll leave it on today." His breath caught as she caressed the tip, brushing a few bits of exposed skin. She smirked, patting the top of it before untying his legs. "UP. Onto the bed." That same tone of command that had him kneeling yesterday had the same effect on him today. Meekly he rose, sitting on the bed before she shoved him abruptly onto his back. She climbed onto him and revealed to his delight that there was in fact nothing under the dress. Another adjustment saw her legs on either side of him, her clit and folds situated near his mouth. Her scent hit him and made him twitch against his cage.

"Service me, slave." Violet's command was mirrored by her pressing into his face. His mouth opened immediately and eagerly, tongue brushing against her clit. There was a bliss to eating her out, sensually enveloped in her. Her fingers found his hair, stroking before interweaving and gripping As she pulled him more against her groin he moaned, speeding up in his ministration. The sound mirrored her own quiet groans of pleasure, legs twitching around his head. "F-uck yes, keep going like that honey..."

He badly wanted to be stroking himself as he worked her up. Even if his hands were free it'd not be possible with the damn cage. Chris couldn't help but wonder how many times she would get a chance to orgasm before he did. Sometimes she'd work him up to edge more than once, allowing herself multiple orgasms as he desperately begged. Other times she'd milk him dry over the course of a day, leaving him exhausted but incredibly content. If yesterday and today were anything to judge by, he suspected something closer to the former for having lost her little "game".

Hips and thighs tensed around his head in a telling way. Violet's breath had been picking up, finally reaching a crescendo as she forced him hard against her cunt. It briefly cut off his ability to breath with how eager she was. With a cry her body trembled in ecstatic climax, her juices flowing as he worked more gently to not overstim her. Shakily, her hand loosened on his head as she panted. His own breathing heavy, Chris tried to look up but couldn't see past the dress. Several seconds later she slid off, settling next to him and hugging him close. His head was against her chest, a lovely sensation in of itself as she purred. "That was so l-ovely, darling... want a small reward?"

"... Please?" The want in his voice made her chuckle. Violet adjusted her dress, pulling the front down and letting her breasts slip out. Her hand slipped down, caressing his cage as he licked and nibbled at her chest. Soft mewls slipped from her lips, the sounds of pleasure encouraging him to keep going as he was. After a couple minutes and with the cage feeling all the tighter, she pulled the top of her dress up and kissed him deeply. Her hand slowed, then stopped in its touch of his restrained cock as her tongue rubbed his own tongue. She pulled back, smiling in confident satisfaction.

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Oh the plans she had... Violet slowly climbed off the bed, glancing back at Chris as he started to push up. "STAY." He promptly relaxed back down, making her smile wider as she went to the table and contemplated supplies. Whipping him again was definitely going to happen, but perhaps just a flogger today. Clamps also made such a lovely image... she opened a drawer, setting a pair aside along with a few weights. After consideration, she grabbed several clothespins also and arranged them neatly. Then, with a quiet chuckle, a feather and spiked little pinwheel (a wartenberg wheel... what a strange little name) also made their way up there. Some would be torments for later. Some, for very soon.

Back over to the restraint stand. More rope and a blindfold now. Plus, that set of ankle cuffs from yesterday. As Violet turned to him with supplies in hand she saw him give a small tug at his wrists. With a smirk, she crossed over to him. "Stand. Middle of the floor like you were yesterday, sitting." Chris looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. He meekly got up, settling in the center of the room and waiting. She grabbed the rope and gag from earlier, the bundle in her arms heavier as she sat down next to him. The gag would be first, but before that she leaned down. "Love you, Chris."

"Love y-mmphfg!" the words came garbled and with a surprised frustration as she shoved the gag in. His glare just made her laugh as she tightened the strap on it to make well sure it wouldn't come out. From there she got properly to work. Legs tied like before, but with an extra couple loops. This time they got pulled together by the ankle cuffs and a rope around the knees. Then a careful tie around his body, setting up several anchoring points to provide distributed support for what she had in mind. Elbows drawn closer with another knot, his grunt of faint discomfort ignored. A few checks and adjustments as needed followed.

Finally, Violet was content with her rigging and eased him onto his stomach. Moving to stand, she made sure Chris could see her before stripping the dress off. His eyes went a bit bigger and he squirmed. All it got him was a giggle though before she put the blindfold on him. A few steps to the door and the creaking of the winch lowering sounded. He clearly had a guess what she wanted to do if his squirming was anything to go by. Not that it mattered if he did. Grabbing the carabiner, she slipped various deliberately placed loops of rope in it. She tugged up once to see how it looked, nodded, then went to raise the rig. With a muffled noise of surprise Chris went up, suspended neatly by ropes. Weight distribution didn't look perfect, but she could keep him suspended for an hour easily. Once he was at a certain height, she stopped the winch and walked slowly over to him.

Fingers traced at first, running gently along his sides and stomach. The way Chris quivered slightly and moaned made her chuckle. Sitting and grabbing her dress, Violet grabbed the key to his cage and unlocked it, carefully sliding it off his cock. It almost immediately hardened, twitching as her hand wrapped around it. It really was a shame she told him he wouldn't get to be in her ... his dick felt amazing buried to the hilt in her. But, she'd make do. He gasped as she started to jerk him off slowly, precum coating her hand and slicking it easily. Sitting, she could be just below him while doing this. It also meant her mouth was at a good height...

Violet heard him yelp as her lips closed around the tip. Working the base of his shaft with a hand and the tip with tongue and mouth was having a good effect on him. That occasional twitch became more noticeable, the rope creaking as he squirmed and tried to buck to get more. As if the rope would yield enough for that... she kept on, stimulating until his breath was sharp and quick and he had started to plead. "Mmf... fg... vlhgt, mhssrss, phls... phl... MMMFGH!" She stopped entirely and let go, much to his clear frustration. As he writhed she got up and went to the table, grabbing her flogger.

"Clearly, you've forgotten that this started as a punishment~." His moans turned quickly pleading a different way when the flogger struck a side. His struggles did nothing to shield him from each hit. Ten to each side, a pause, then again. Violet knew the flogger didn't sting as much so didn't mind hitting more times total. It also let her strike other places... the twenty first hit was lightly to his cock and balls, his whimpered yelp making her laugh as she focused on an upward set of flogs to his chest and stomach. She couldn't resist the occasional pause for suspense, his breathing lighter with adrenaline before she struck a different spot. Another couple light hits to his groan were scattered in of course also.

Reprieve came after sixty or so hits. Chris breathed heavily and made a relieved groan at the clacking of the flogger being set down. What he didn't hear was the clamps Violet carefully picked up. Reaching around, she felt him tense and squirm a bit as the first one went on. A muffled grunt came with the second. Then, she put a weight on it. His whole body tensed and twitched as he whimpered into the gag. She could imagine that stung all the more from lingering sensitivity. The couple times she tried them, she still felt it well into the next day. It made her feel just a bit wet seeing his maintained erection, knowing his body enjoyed what she inflicted on it as much as she did.

Kneeling again, Violet resumed her earlier attentions to his member. Stroking lightly, sucking, pleasuring him as Chris moaned for her. It felt lovely in her mouth, warm with a faint saltiness from precum. She eventually took more into her mouth, giving a proper blowjob as her hand slipped between her legs. Clit swollen feeling, she rubbed it in pace with him and moaned around his dick. This time though he was further along than she was and seemed like he'd get there quickly.

But she wouldn't be allowing that. When it seemed like he was near edge again she stopped, watching his cock twitch as he growled in frustration and flailed against the rope. Violet didn't stop working herself up though, breath shaky when she resumed the blowjob a couple minutes later. It didn't take long to get him back to that edge, tip twitching in her mouth as she slid her lips back and gradually let it slip out. His muffled groans and pleas just left her needier, legs clutching around her hand. She wanted to orgasm, listen to his whimpering as she peaked without him...

Reluctantly, her hand left her clit and folds. Violet shakily got up, patting Chris' head before kissing his ear. "Be back in a moment~". Ignoring the increased rope creaking from his struggles, she left the room and closed him in. After a pause, she went upstairs and grabbed a couple ice cubes from the freezer. Then on feeling the cold she grabbed a napkin to carry them in. Her eyes went to the kitchen window. Every window in the house had curtains closed by default. It was part of why earlier she hadn't minded being undressed. Though with how hot and bothered she felt, the idea of someone seeing her didn't seem all that bad right now.

Back down she went, pausing again at the door and listening. Not a sound got through it, even if he were making a ruckus on the other side. Having him in there, trapped and at her mercy...

Violet leaned against the wall a moment and let herself rub her crotch gently. Chris made such a good submissive for her... it made her so happy when this aspect of their relationship came forward and flourished all those years ago. Body quivering, she sighed as she once again held back from pushing over to an orgasm. She'd save that for a later step in their session.

With a slow turn of the doorknob she entered the room again. Unsurprisingly Chris was right where she left him, still visibly hard and straining against the rope. She watched the way his motions changed at hearing her footsteps, the twitching of his cock as she came up. She cooed softly to him "Now, slave, you're likely going to really hate me for this next bit..." His confused noise immediately got replaced with a yelp and attempted kick as she held the ice against the base of his shaft. Violet knew it was an intense sensation, but it'd get his body to relax enough to re-cage him. Sure enough, within a minute or two it had relaxed and the cage slipped back on easily. Over his grunted protest, she locked it in place.

"There there..." His hair felt soft under her hand as she pet him. Chris fought the restraints for another minute before quietly accepting his locking up and relaxing. She kept petting him, kissing his ear and neck gently. Eventually he was fully relaxed, head leaning into her caresses and light kisses. Away she stepped, only to remember the clamps still dangling from his chest. She gently eased them off, listening to his grunts of pain and petting him again soothingly. Now she could lower him. She flipped the switch for the winch and got him back to the floor. From there the ropes came off, only for a chain to loop through his wrist and ankle cuffs and draw them together. Another padlock to hold that in place... he was ready.

What she had planned was both devious to do to him and risky for her. In a lower drawer of the table was a bag, one with dozens if not a triple digit number of keys in it. Violet grabbed it, the feather she set out, and the pinwheel, going to stand above Chris and shaking the bag once. After a second of processing he squirmed, her smile growing wide again as she turned the bag inside out. They spilled all over the floor near him. Her foot then kicked the pile to scatter them around the room.

Every lock came with two keys. One she kept with a given lock, the other in this bag. Keys she used went onto a keychain loop she kept either on the table or nearby out of Chris' reach. The keychain was currently on the floor not far from him. Violet scooped it up, chuckling as Chris squirmed and flexed his hands for any possible key nearby. Stepping lightly on his back got him to freeze as she spoke slowly. "You know how this game works. I'm going to go upstairs now. You have half an hour to find the keys you need to get loose... One of the ones for your wrists, one for your ankles, and one for that lovely cock of yours. If you get the hand and ankle ones I'm sure the last one will become easy."

More pressure on his back from her foot. He grunted and she casually noted " 'Course, I imagine you want revenge on me for how pent up you are... you ARE stronger than me and could certainly make it happen if not restrained. I don't intend to let you cum today if I'm in control..." She let that linger a second, before finishing "So really, I guess whether you get loose or not will be telling me if you actually WANT orgasm today." Chris was still, the gears clearly turning in his head as she stepped off of him. He promptly tensed and squirmed though when she knelt and ran the feather along his side.

"I want to give you an idea of what else is coming though..." The feather traced, tickling him and making him mewl into the gag. Like with the flogger, he couldn't see where she'd brush next. That seemed to have a more pronounced effect though with the tickling. The pinwheel's little spikes joining the fray had him properly trying to struggle and get a way. After a couple minutes, she laughed and got up. His breath was shaky, clearly tense from his torment. Just how she preferred her spouse to be. She set the tools down on the table before addressing him.

"Thirty minutes. I'll see you then." Violet hadn't even turned fully to the door before hearing him rolling onto his side and feeling urgently for a key. She kicked some near her away before leaving the basement. As the soundproofed door closed behind her she smiled a soft sort of grin. She'd just have to see if Chris got lucky. If he did, she was in for it the minute she opened the door next time. If he didn't... he'd be a whimpering mess once she was done.

Slowly up the stairs, back to the kitchen, and grabbing a timer. Half an hour she had told him... she set it to twenty five minutes instead and took it with her to the living room. The tv went on, giving her something to watch idly while listening to his time to escape tick away. Violet didn't actually know for sure if she wanted him to lose. But, either way, it was going to be a very fun time when the timer rang.