Pushing Violet a Bit Too Far

"How the fuck did he do that???"

"...Get good"

"Shut Uuuup!" Violet shoved her husband, Chris, before quickly refocusing on the screen. They both gamed, but she tended to play war games and titles that required high thought, lower reaction times. The Civilization series? She adored it and could easily trounce him. XCOM 2? Loved. Call of Duty... was not her forte. Still, dozens of hours and (mostly) encouraging advice and support later, she could hold her own well enough in teams with him. Didn't stop there being moments of high frustration on her part, clearly to his amusement.

The round ended. She sighed, noting her position on the leaderboards for the lobby and looked over at Chris. "Still don't know how he landed that shot. Did you SEE the killcam on it?". The chuckle that came as a response both riled her up and made her smile faintly. There was a lot she liked about her partner. From his witty moments to the way he laughed to his empathy in hard times... his character was excellent. Her liking his body type was a bonus.

After considering a second, Chris met her gaze and smirked. "Yeah, I saw it... you weren't in proper cover. One hundred percent on you". He stretched, looking back to the TV as Violet growled in frustration. Not in cover, her ass: she had a wall between her and the guy! Granted, thinner walls could sometimes be shot through if the other player knew what they were doing. But still, it felt like bullshit. Not to mention it was a single shot kill. She opened her mouth to retort only for him to continue "noob mistake, really".

"Sorry, wanna run that by me again?" Soft hazel eyes met her piercingly green ones as he smirked and doubled down. "I think you heard me fine. You were near a window, they probably saw you. Any sniper worth their salt would have gotten you" Violet's eyes narrowed as he chuckled again. She thought about arguing it... but refocused on the screen and picking a map. He wanted to tease her? Fine enough. He'd see where that got him in a bit here...

Another map, another long match with increasingly frustrating moments. It might have been bleedover irk from the last round, but it felt like Violet's play was sloppier across the board or everyone else sharpened up on her. One of her deaths in the game had Chris chuckling again, earning him a sharp glare with a hint of warning in it. The match was closer too, kills about equal through the majority of it. Both her and her spouse were subtly tensing as it went. Five kills remaining. Four, then two-

"Motherfucker!" The round ended and the final killcam came up. That same sniper from the last round. And with Violet as the last kill. As it played it in slow motion Chris laughed, Violet's groan under it. He glanced at her, his smile taking on that same smirk that got on her nerves so well in moments like this. "Really had to give him the win, huh?" She didn't answer verbally: her eyes said enough to him. After a second he broke eye contact, still smirking though as he hit the home button on his controller. "Good a stopping point as any, we should probably think about heading to bed soon". Violet didn't respond immediately, gears turning as he stood up. As he started walking though, she said a single word.

"DROP." She smiled coldly as she said it, tone laced with a stern authority. Her partner froze, hesitating a moment. It was enjoyable watching, knowing he was thinking pretty rapidly at this point over the past half hour and the fact that she just invoked a command phrase on him. Slowly, he sat on his knees and looked down. His hands settled in his lap with a subtle tension to them. She let him sit for a few seconds, listening to the way his breathing had subtly changed. Finally, Violet got up and walked slowly over to him.

"You really needed to be a little shit, didn't you? Pushing my buttons, agitating me..." A hand went under his chin, Violet lifting his head and looking into his now much meeker expression. For all of Chris' confidence and nudging, when it came to certain aspects of the relationship she was firmly in charge. This was as good an opportunity to remind him that as any. Hell, he likely wanted this. Her voice carried a new thing mixed into it now, a quiet seduction as she continued "That comment of yours wasn't necessary, surely... wouldn't you agree?"

"...Well, to be fair-"

Her hand came faster than maybe he expected. A firm slap across his cheek, her having let go of his head long enough to make sure it landed well. As he winced she grabbed his chin again more forcefully. If there was doubt of him wanting it before, it was gone. Their eyes locked. "Try again baby. It wasn't necessary for you to be doing that. Agreed?" He nodded slightly, eyes averting from hers. And just like that, the rebellion was gone. She patted his other cheek lovingly as she remarked "Was it so hard to agree? We both know I'm right, don't we honey?" Another nod, satisfying her for the moment. With a chuckle her foot gently found his groin. He didn't make a noise, but his breathing came faster as she rubbed for a moment.

"Up." There wasn't hesitation this time, he just got up quickly. The timid look that he shot her thrilled as she turned away. A hand went up, making a small hooking gesture as she walked. "Come." Violet didn't bother looking back, she knew he'd follow. And he did, judging from the footsteps. He likely immediately knew where they were going. Their house had a lovely basement space with a bathroom attached. They both had worked on over the course of months to turn into the perfect dungeon. She could keep him in for days if she wanted. And had before.

Downstairs, reaching another door at the base of the stairwell and opening it up. A flick of a lightswitch saw the room revealed. To the left, a wall with various whips hanging neatly from hooks on it. Next to those were a few different outfits she sometimes opted to wear. Below them all was a table with several drawers containing various ways to inflict pleasure or pain as she wished. So many times she had stood at that table, Chris restrained in another part of the room watching helplessly as she handled various tools contemplatively. Only for her to turn, implement selected, smiling at his either begrudging or worried expression depending on what she held.

Directly across from the door was a large bed. It had several mounting points for restraints well hidden on the edges but presented a plush mattress and pillows, covered with black and dark red sheets. Course, the large bed posts acted as good anchors themselves. Next to the bed on one side was a cage. Large enough for someone to fit into easily and have room to turn around in, small enough that such required effort. A pet bed and blanket filled it, matching the colors of the bed. The other side of the bed though had something she especially liked: a sturdy X rack. One he had been set up in almost as often as on the bed.

And the third wall. There, several furnishings presented themselves to the pair. A modestly padded wooden horse with a few eyebolts in it for mounting restraints. Next to it, a cushioned bench, straps open and waiting. There was also a chair that took the straps of the bench and added about ten extra to the fray. And finally, a coat-rack-esq piece that had bundles of ropes, cuffs, gags, and blindfolds hung on it. That one had wheels to let her move it around easily and add to his helplessness. The others, she had him move if she needed them.

"Strip down. Center of the room, hands in front." Violet didn't look at him while speaking. Her authority was absolute, unwavering. As she grabbed the restraint rack and looked through cuff options, finally selecting a black set that padlocked shut. She turned and grinned at the beautiful sight that was Chris undressed, distinctly erect, and still. With light steps she came over, kissing his neck as she slipped the cuffs around his wrists. His body jolted slightly at them locking, making her purr and nibble at him. His breath caught at it. She loved the effect she had on him in moments like this...

Violet tapped the cuffs, encouraging him to raise his arms up. And now came a detail that wasn't as noticeable on walk in. The center of the room had a pulley system that could be raised and lowered as she desired. The mechanism for it sat next to the door. She turned it on, watching a sturdy carabiner lower. Four steps back to Chris, hooking it through his cuffs before taking back those steps and raising it a bit. Now, his arms were pulled up. Not so high that he had to be on tiptoes, but enough that his arms were up fully straight and perhaps a bit uncomfortable. Pleased with the setup, she came back over slowly behind him and let her nails trace down his sides. He shivered, causing her to chuckle and kiss his shoulder blade.

"Now, darling..." She slid around him, caressing as she went before plucking a more serious panel gag from the rack. It had a large mouth piece designed to properly muffle, though some noise got through of course. Chris looked at it with faint concern as she continued "You wanna say anything before I get started here?" She grinned as he hesitated, then opened his mouth "V-iolet, listen... I wasn't meaning to go too far, I'm so-"

Perfect timing so far as she was concerned. The gag went on, a grunted surprised noise and squirm of protest coming from Chris as she smirked. Buckling it tightly, Violet purred at him. "Yeah, no, we're a bit past you saying sorry, baby. You decided to push your luck, that's on you. Now you get your consequences" He mewled through the gag and tugged at his cuffs. Her hand found his ass, slapping it lightly as she walked that familiar pattern to the table. "I just have to decide how this starts. Paddle, perhaps?" A pause, then an unintelligible grunt from him. "Fair. Flogger?" Another noise. Her hand wandered down the wall. "Standard whip then? Maybe this one here?" This time a distinctly pleading noise. She grabbed it, chuckling and turning to look at his pleading gaze. This one hurt quite a bit for him. She'd be enjoying that.

First strike. He yelped immediately into the gag and writhed. A pause to let him process the pain and what was coming. Then a second, then a third... ten hits later and his eyes were watery. She could feel that quiet burn of lust in her, seeing the marks on him... around him, looking into his desperate eyes. "You sorry for being an asshole?" Quick nods and a noise. Violet couldn't contain herself though. "Not good enough". Chris' muffled cry went ignored as she stepped behind him again and properly lit his back aflame. Fifteen hits, twenty, and another pause as he kicked and fought to get loose. "You deserve this, you JERK! Man up and take it like the bitch slave you are." Twenty five... at thirty he was properly crying and not fighting it as much. His back crisscrossed in red lines... he'd be feeling that for a while. Lucky him, he slept on his stomach typically.

"There. I think I've made a point, don't you?" Whimpering, Chris nodded as Violet went to put up the whip. She came back to him, wiping his face with a sleeve before whispering "You're doing well for me, honey. It's noticed." His breathing slowed down some at her praise. With a quiet smile she stepped back from him, grabbing her shirt and slowly pulling it up. Her breasts and bra both bounced as the shirt slid past them and was tossed aside. Slowly, she unbuttoned her pants and lowered them, leaving her in a pink bra and white panties. She could tell seeing her stripping excited, not like he could hide that in this state. She stretched in front of him, making a show of walking to the restraints and bending over to examine a few of them before grabbing a blindfold. He protested muffledly, but it still went on him.

Now that he couldn't see her, she finished stripping down. The subtle sound of her clothes slipping off seemed to get him more aroused. What really got him going though was Violet stepping up to him and settling his cock between her legs, brushing her folds. The softness that had come from the more intense whipping was replaced quick enough by erection again. Chris moaned as she moved her hips, rubbing and teasing him before casually remarking "You won't be getting in me with this-" tapping his member "any time soon. Just putting it out there" His twitching against her made her all the more hot feeling as he tried to push against her, even going so far as to try to get an angle into her. She stepped back, laughing, and left him hanging there. Tempted as she was to let him, she had plans. He'd be learning them soon enough.

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His back stung quite a bit and his shoulders were far from comfortable. Still, she wasn't wrong, he had brought this on himself. Chris listened intently to Violet's footsteps around the room. He knew more punishments were to come, especially given the last remark she made. The thought turned him on even more though. With a push he went up on tiptoes to relieve his arms a bit. After a few drawers opened he heard metal clinking and a couple plastic bits hitting the table. His heart beat a bit faster as he made guesses as to what she was preparing. The metallic sounds especially worried him.

One of those guesses turned out not to be far off. An arm wrapped around Chris to steady him, then he felt the bite of a clamp on his nipple. He grunted, not squirming as much though as she put them on. It felt like alligator clamps and they already hurt. But, fighting it could get him in additional trouble if she was really being vindictive. The whipping made him suspect she might be. To his relief though, there was some mercy: her hand found his shaft, cupping it and feeling more before setting up a vibrator on it. From the weight, he guessed it was the one with smaller vibrators on either side. She had placed it close to the tip, meaning he'd feel them especially well.

They turned on. He immediately moaned in pleasure, cock bouncing as it twitched. His wife's giggling made him want her all the more, to be on the bed with her fucking... but it wasn't to be right now at least. Instead he learned quickly his torment wasn't done. Tension on the chain of the clamps acted as a brief warning before she tugged. He couldn't stop a cry into the gag at the pain. Another tug, this one making him move towards her and push higher on tiptoe. Her chuckles at his reaction made his chest feel light, only for a moment though as she tugged and then let go.

Chris hoped that was it, but of course it wasn't. He felt the tension again, but this time heard rope. His heart sank as he mentally assembled her plan. The rope tightening and forcing him to stand precariously on the balls of his feet, being tied off to something... probably the top of a bedpost. He whimpered into his gag, trying to plead but only hearing another giggle. He heard her sitting down, likely to watch him as her own vibrator turned on.

"For your sake I really hope you don't slip... it'll hurt like hell if you do"

"Mfgh...."

Minutes passed, each one long in its torment. Even as his body shook with pleasure from the vibrations the pain kept him in check. Maintaining his balance was hard and only getting harder. Small motions to relax saw sharp pulls reminding him the price of his weakening legs. It wasn't long before he was trying to beg, moaning pleas through the gag. "Ffh... Mmsrss... Plh... Plh... Mnngh" No response apart from a faint moan, even as his struggle grew more desperate. Right when he thought he'd collapse, he heard her sit up and start undoing the rope. It went slack right as he fell to his heels, breathing heavily. His chest had settled into duller aches, the weight of the rope adding some to it but not unbearably.

Sheets ruffled a moment, then she gave a brief order to him. "Now, you'll just sit there and be pretty for a bit. I don't want a peep out of you or I'm resecuring the clamps to the bed" Chris nodded slightly as her vibrator became louder and she got comfortable. The image of Violet on the bed, legs open pleasuring herself... it made his own stimulation all the better. He squirmed a bit, more to put on a show for her than to try to fight the restraints. Eventually she adjusted again and his own vibrator turned up. He could hardly stifle the moan as his dick bounced. Then, she called over to him and made his heart flutter.

"I'll make you a deal, Chris. If I cum before you, I'll let you down and you can fuck me. Maybe I'll even let you even the playing field some and get back at me for the restraints" Rarely, he had dommed her also and enjoyed it. Especially when they did it as a power shift. The hint of such being an option was alluring. Then the ultimatum came. "However, if you cum first, you're going in chastity for the rest of the evening and tomorrow. I'll also keep you in here for the rest of the weekend. After all, we don't have any plans" He struggled some, his excitement at the prospect already betraying him as the buzzing against his shaft stimulated him. She laughed, that same seductive yet scary laugh she did when in control. And their little game began.

Initially, Chris figured he had a decent shot at beating her. The wand Violet likely chose got her off really quickly and he knew how much his current state riled her up. But it had him horny too. Plus the thought of either outcome made it hard to contain himself. The idea of holding her down and drilling her, making her scream his name as he took her... weighed against him losing the ability to control his own orgasm and being at her mercy for a full night and day. It wasn't long before his breath was shaky. Hers sounded quicker, but he couldn't tell how close she was.

He tugged against the cuffs only for her to taunt him. "You... getting close, honey? Is the idea of being at my mercy that long... so much a turn on?" It was, though he didn't affirm that. Another bout of squirming only made him more aroused and he could feel something building up slowly. She kept on, "I think you are. You're gonna cum... aren't you, slave? You can't stop yourself... can't contr-ol it" Even with her own voice shaky it was clear she had the advantage. Chris tried to fight it a bit longer. Maybe just another minute would see her climax first... maybe? But he didn't have that long, try as he might. It built, and inevitably, crashed down. With a grunted noise of pleasure he came, pulsing hard and shooting a few arcs of cum. For a second he worried she was going to post-orgasm torture him, but to his immense relief she turned his vibrator off.

"G-od, that was so hot b-aby. So f-ucking hot, fuck, fuCK, FGHH!" Violet's own cries rang out as she hit that peak. It had been so much closer than he thought. It made him whimper into the gag as his body relaxed, knowing if he had held out just a few more seconds he might have been let out. She quietly shushed him, amusement in her now tired voice. "Didn't I say not a peep earlier? I'll forgive the earlier one because of how sexy it was. Don't push your luck though honey" He hushed up quickly, just breathing heavily and wobbling on his feet.

After a few minutes, he could tell she was mostly recovered from it. Her feet settled on the floor, slow footsteps as she crossed the room again. A drawer opened and closed: he didn't even need to guess this time. Sure enough, cold metal pressed against his member. First a ring slipping around it and his balls. Then the cage itself, his cock soft enough now that it went on easily. -Click-.... And that was that. She traced the key against his groin, making him whine softly. A flick to the clamps acted as another reminder as to expectations and he quieted down. He heard the key get placed on the table, the clatter of it distinct in his head.

From there, her focus seemed to shift to setting him up for the evening. It was late after all and her yawn mirrored his own growing tiredness. His ankles got cuffs also locked onto them. The clamps got taken off, an involuntary grunt of pain meeting each one. They hurt quite badly, calming his cock enough that it wasn't straining as hard in the cage. Then Violet lowered the pulley, his shoulders aching alongside his nipples burning. With some care, she helped him go to the bed and lie down. She walked away for a moment... Was she getting more to torment him with? A cold wipe settling against Chris' cage answered that though.