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.
