Jim's room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The only light emanated from the small gap under the only door, and to Jim's eyes it was unusually bright, which made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already.
He shifted his weight a little, trying to alleviate the stiffness in his muscles, and his chain rattled. It was heavy and made of steel, and it was attached to Jim's ankle as well as the room's far wall. As he moved one of Jim's feet slid off the little bed of straw, and a chill ran through his body when he touched the cool stone, and quickly he retracted his bare foot.
As usual Jim was almost entirely nude in his little quarters. His cock, of course, was in its chastity cage. He'd worn it for at least a week now, and there were times when Jim almost forgot that it was there. It was tiny and metallic, and in Jim's view beyond snug. Little gaps in the small prison, which held his manhood allowed it to breathe, and even for some rudimentary cleaning. At the moment however Jim was wholly unable to do so himself, due to both of his arms being encased in in a single leather glove. Claudia had called it a mono-glove or armbinder, and it held Jim's arms very securely in place behind his back. As nimble as he Jim was, even he was only capable of lifting them up maybe a few centimetres, and as for his fingers, he couldn't even waggle a single one. He had to admire Claudia for how good she had gotten at finding that sweet spot where circulation wasn't being cutting off but his arms were rendered more or less perfectly immobile.
Jim had been staring at the glowing door gap for so long that even when he closed his eyes he could still see its silhouette, and impatience was beginning to mount within him. It was therefore with much excitement that he began to laboriously sit as soon as he heard steps unmistakeably approaching his cell.
A key was turned, and the door opened. Jim blinked, trying to adapt to his suddenly bright surroundings. The very moment his eyes had managed to focus on the sight of his wife Jim could feel a sharp pain from within his penis cage, and he flinched. It hardly mattered that she appeared to have just woken up herself. She wore no make-up and her ginger mane was all over the place. She was in panties and one of Jim's shirts, which was several sizes too large for her. Her feet were protected from the cold by a fluffy pair of pink bunny slippers.
'Aww morning, honey,' she said amiably, stifling a yawn. 'Slept well.'
Jim grimaced.
'I guess,' he said.
Claudia lent down and planted a big, wet kiss on Jim's lips.
'See?' she said. 'I told you you don't need the mattress.'
Jim was still whimpering from the physical contact, which had forced his eager member into a hopeless struggle against its unyielding restraints.
'Oops,' Claudia smiled apologetically. 'Getting excited.'
She tapped the metal cage, and giggled upon seeing Jim double over in pain.
'Oy,' Jim said when he had gotten a hold of himself.
Claudia was trying to cover her mouth with her hand, a weak effort to hide her amusement.
'Sorry,' she said, looking slightly more serious. 'Ready to go up?'
'Sure,' said Jim, and watched Claudia freeing his ankle from the heavy chain.
'There we go,' she said, and helped him onto his feet.
Both the penis cage and the mono-glove remained in place, and Jim stretched himself as well as he was able to.
'Go on,' Claudia said impatiently, and heartily slapped Jim's buttocks, causing him to jump with surprise.
He trotted ahead through a little corridor, then up a long winding staircase, which led from the cellar up into the living area. The prominent smell of fresh coffee wafted in the couple's direction, and was soon joined by the pleasant eggy aroma of either waffles or pancakes. Jim picked up his step eagerly.
He was greeted at the dining room by a table, which seemed to have been lovingly set for two with a great deal of care. Jim half-turned, and was in no way surprised to see a look of mischief on his wife's countenance. She overtook him smiling crookedly, then gestured meaningfully towards one of the chairs.
Jim stepped closer, and began to use his foot to pull the chair back for Claudia. When she was satisfied with the chair's position Claudia slowly sat down, and sighed contently. Two cups stood on the laden table, but only one was steaming. Claudia picked it up and took a careful sip.
'You're gonna have me do something terribly demeaning before I can join you at the table, aren't you,' he said with with a resigned grin.
Claudia put a hand on her heart as though immensely hurt by that suggestion.
'Whatever would make you say such a thing?' she asked dramatically, but had to laugh halfway through.
'Hmm,' she said, apparently deep in thought. 'How about first you get on your knees again.'
Jim did, though it wasn't an endeavour that was entirely devoid of challenge, not with his arms in strapped into the binder. Jim could feel the muscles in his thighs protesting, and he almost expected a cramp.
'Well done,' Claudia said when he'd completed his task. 'You should call me mistress more, you know.'
Jim blushed.
'Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress.'
Claudia smiled brightly. She placed a hand on her stomach, and as though in a trance Jim watched as it wandered down.
