Pushing Violet a Bit Too Far

Thirty minutes. Chris grappled for another key, grunting as he fumbled it and heard it clatter on the floor. The cuffs limited his motion and flexibility quite a lot. He growled into the gag, tugging for a moment at his restraints. Half an hour to feel among what was dozens from the sounds of it. He absolutely intended to get loose, the question was if he could manage in time. So much of the room to search... and he had heard Violet scattering the keys with her foot.

Rolling onto his stomach again, Chris forced himself to think for a minute. Maybe there was a way to expedite this somehow. It'd help if he could see... actually, that was solvable. The blindfold was one of those easy to put on ones, the type a less kinky couple might use to help with falling asleep. If he could tilt his head correctly and maybe nudge it against the floor at the right angle... He got to work. The floor was smooth concrete but still. It'd probably not take lo-

Got it. He winced a moment at the light, eyes adjusting before quickly glancing around. He could see the keys now, a handful of distinct piles. Chris processed the number of them, hope faltering. It was a lot more than he realized mentally. Getting caught up in that was going to guarantee his failure though. He managed to roll over to the group near him with determination. It would be easier grabbing and testing them now. Plus he could get a look at the locks better. He grabbed a key and glanced at the wrist locks. Once he did though he paused, squinting and then opening his eyes in surprise.

The ankle locks and the one on the chain connecting to the wrists were silver and brass, respectively. Any of the grey metal keys scattered could be the right one for those. The wrist ones, though, were black. They only owned a few locks with that color. And one of those had a key set that was black also. The key that was in his hands slipped and clattered to the floor. Chris' eyes scanned quickly, widening as he spotted a black key a bit away on the floor. He scooted towards it with effort, a couple grunts along the way. It was a long shot, sure. But fifteen to twenty percent odds against the sheer unlikelihood of the rest of the keys? It was worth using a minute. Fingers wrapped around the black key, a brief struggle before he got it lined up with the lock proper-

-Click-. It went in. And then it TURNED. A quick motion and the lock clicked open and a cuff slipped off his wrist. "Fgh YSS!" The cuff slipped off easily, a groan of discomfort metering his excitement. Chris' arms felt distinctly sore, the longer period restrained having made a bit of an impact. Carefully, he pushed into a sitting position before going to unbuckle the gag. That made him wince hard. Compared to his shoulders and arms, his jaw really ached... it didn't want to close right either after having the ballgag for so long.

As Chris flexed his jaw muscles slowly he looked to the nearby key pile. Now that his hands were free, the fumbling from before wasn't slowing him down. He started working through the pile as quickly as he could. There wasn't a way to know for sure how long he had, but he'd bet at least another ten to fifteen minutes. And with hands free that'd be enough. One after another, the pile of tested keys rapidly outgrowing the pile of unknown ones...

None in that pile were what he needed. But the next pile bore fruit. One of the ankle locks opened up for him. His knees had gotten a decent chance to stretch some already thanks to the connecting chain being useless without the wrists secure. But it felt nice to stretch them a bit more also. Slowly, he got up and looked over himself. One wrist cuff and its chain were still locked on. Same for his right ankle and the cage Violet had mercilessly put on him. He winced at the memory of the ice, then narrowed his eyes and looked to the door.

Five or so minutes... he didn't need the other padlocks unlocked to flip this scenario around. He instead moved to the restraint rack and grabbed rope. After consideration, he also grabbed a penis gag with it. Studying the room for a second, he moved to the wall next to the door and took his place. Where he was, the second Violet opened the door he'd be able to make a move. She wouldn't have time to process much before he sprung the ambush. His grin took on a faintly wicked aspect to it. It'd be HIS turn, soon enough.

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The timer went off, a high pitched trilling sound echoing through the living room. Violet's eyes snapped from the tv to the alarm. She quickly turned it off before grabbing the tv remote and doing likewise with it. Wasn't like she was committed to the show she was watching anyways. Through that whole half hour, well, almost half hour, her attention had been mostly on the subtle clicks of the timer and her hand between her legs. Reluctantly, she got up and stretched before grabbing the keys to Chris' locks and turning eyes towards the stair to the basement.

Twenty five minutes. It really was cruel of her to shorten the time, but he wouldn't know about that little robbery until later. Besides, those extra five minutes weren't going to be much use. The sheer scale of the task had really hit her while feeling herself and made her all the more horny. Him down there, desperately trying to find the right key among a veritable scattering of them, unable to see... Chris truly was hopeless. It really would take a stroke of luck... though she doubted her husband had gotten so lucky.

Step by step down, until again in front of that door. The divider between their more normal, vanilla lives and their full on displays of kink. Even if little things started outside that basement, so often they ended with them in that room, on the bed in there. Violet wondered sometimes just how often they slept in there versus their bedroom. The bedroom won for sure, but on weekends the basement had to have it. She clasped the door handle, turning it and pushing the door open wide.

Almost immediately she noticed Chris wasn't visible. The split second of confusion ended abruptly when he grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly inside. Violet screamed briefly before a gag got shoved into her mouth. The rubber shaft pushed a good way into her mouth, the scream turning into a garbled noise of protest. Chris kicked the door closed and shoved her against it. Within seconds her arms were pinned against her back and a rope coil tugged around them. The keys slipped from her hands and clattered onto the concrete floor. She struggled, eyes lit up with a blend of surprise and the ire of a dom as she glanced back at her husband.

His gaze met hers, matching the sharpness. "What was it you said earlier? Something about me escaping deciding how things would go?" He tugged the rope tight long enough to buckle the gag properly. Violet tugged and got them free after a second, only for him to grab them again and keep her pressed to the door with his body. As she growled and thrashed he chuckled, tone taking a more chilling note to it. "I seem to recall rather cruel plans being in place for me... There's certainly plenty set out for exactly that, isn't there honey?"

The tone had an effect on her. Breathing heavily, she watched and felt him tying her arms behind her in a box tie. Another vain attempt at struggling got met with a firm slap to her ass. When that in turn made her writhe more, Chris struck her again but harder and a few times. Violet took the hint and stilled some. Her glare still had a challenge to it, but internally she felt a quiet exhilaration and nervousness.

How had he gotten out in time? He must have gotten the right keys within a few minutes... but how? As he tightened the last knot on her arms Violet's attention shifted to a far more pressing matter. Regardless of the manner of escape, what was Chris' plan now? The hint at it involving what she was originally planning had her heart fluttering. Knowing he had been edged too, it likely would end in her being railed also. Unless he went so far as to edge her like she had him... but surely he wouldn't... right?

She wasn't going to get an immediate answer to any of that. Instead, Violet felt him running the pair of long strands from the rope knot down between her legs and out the front. "Mff? MmFGH!" A tug drew the rope tight such that it rubbed her crotch. All it got from her husband was a chuckle. Her expression wavered as Chris led her over to the bed. Shoving on her shoulder, he made her sit before tying the rope to a bedpost.

"There, that should hold you for a moment." Chris chuckled, making her growl again and tug at the ropes. Immediately he lightly slapped, Violet yelping and glancing meekly as he looked down at her. "Keep pushing if you like, dear. But you're not in charge anymore and I'm keeping track of how much you act out." With another of his damned smirks he turned to the keychain. "Now, I'm going to get the last couple cuffs... and this cage... off. You just sit tight for me~."

Her protests were summarily ignored it seemed. Chris went to the keys and grabbed them, methodically freeing himself. His satisfied sigh as he slipped the cage off only made her more aware of the implications of his victory. She tugged fruitlessly at the rope, then huffed and settled down as he turned back towards her. Her eyes went wider at his distinct erection, glancing up as he walked over to her. It only took a second for him to untie the knot holding her to the bedpost. Pulling on the rope made her stand up quickly.

"Sit and scoot onto the bed. Get comfortable." Violet hesitated, only for his eyes to narrow and a warning to creep into his voice. "Should I spank you properly?" She sat down quickly and settled. He made sure it stung a lot earlier and pushing further would see her butt red most likely. Seemingly content with her reaction, he went and picked up the rope she used earlier. First one ankle, then the other anchored to the bed. The strands tugging at crotch earlier got moved behind her. Chris eased her down onto her back and arms. The rope then went up to a mounting point at the top of the bed and effectively secured her in place.

Across the room he went to the table. She knew immediately what he was probably grabbing. That fear was confirmed when he turned with the same pin roller and feather in hand Violet used on him earlier. Her eyes widened and she fought against the ropes as he sat on the bed with her. Chris grabbed her chin, making her look at him as he smirked with a slightly evil grin. "You're getting a bit more than just a taste of your own medicine~." The feather brushed her side. She immediately writhed, looking at him pleadingly. He laughed, and got to work on her.

It was hell. The feather brushed and tickled her sides, stomach, at one point even her feet for an extended length. The pinwheel pricks in turn added another dimension of sensitive prodding to her torment. By the time he slowed Violet was in tears, a hint of a brush from the feather enough to make her mewl. Her body couldn't manage to move away much and lacked the energy to try anyways now. When he stopped her breath was ragged. Chris looked at her, chuckling before speaking. "Beg, and maybe I'll be merciful when you wouldn't have been."

"... phl... hlz.... Nh mrr..." The grin and him picking up the feather kicked her tone into frantic. "PHZ! 'M sr-y, mmf sry, srr, MsshHrR, FGHH!!!" The feather tickled again as she screamed into the gag. Chris laughed and set it down again, much to her relief and gratitude. He watched as her breath slowed back down. Once it had, his hand caressed her stomach and went down to her clit. She bucked upwards as his fingers started rubbing. Suspicious initially, his movements to stimulate her eventually had her moaning and relaxed into his hand.

Pulling his hands away, he climbed on top of her waist. Stroking himself (clearly he was enjoying this), Chris murmured "I bet you want me to fuck you, don't you?" Violet nodded quickly with a whine. He smirked, hand going faster and more deliberately. "Maybe if you beg enough before I get there, I will. Otherwise I'll just cum on your chest and face. Mark you like the lovely looking whore you are right now."

Her eyes widened, instinctually tugging at her arms. He didn't seem to be joking though. Reluctantly at first, then more earnestly, she pled muffledly and with her eyes. With how much that seemed to turn him on, she wasn't sure if he'd relent. Whines and begs grew more desperate as his legs subtly tensed against her waist and sides. Chris' breathing was also picking up... fuck, he actually was going to just climax onto her wasn't he? Would he leave her like that? Was his goal actually just teasing and edging her now? His breath was panting, his expression lustful...

He stopped. The quiet gratitude she felt flooding her must have been evident in her gaze given Chris' own smile. He climbed off her, hand feeling her clit again. This time though a couple fingers slid down, between her folds and somewhat roughly pushing into her. It made Violet gasp and arch. They curled up, drawing a guttural pleasured sound out of her as he stimulated her g-spot. His thumb stayed near her clit, rubbing and pushing her further along. Eyes closed as she pushed against his hand as best she could.

Once again his hand left, but this time it was so he could line up with her. His hand settled on Violet's shoulder, the other lining him up as she whimpered. Chris leaned down to her ear, whispering to her. "Now, you get the real deal. I'm going to breed you and make a complete wreck of you, Violet." She tensed, then gasped as he started pushing in. Even with the warmup a moment ago it felt like a lot. She tried to breathe and relax, make it easier... then he shoved. Her mind froze, her cry muted by thick rubber as he buried fully into her. Both his hands were now on her shoulders, slipping around and under to both hold her and keep himself held above her.

For a moment, Chris let her adjust. When he started sliding back she panted, only to cry out again as he thrust deep into her. Every part of her inside felt stretched taut at the intrusion. It felt like he was practically hitting her womb. Another thrust, his grunted pleasure teasing a whine from her. Every push as he fucked her was like that, deep and filling and overwhelming. Several drives into her later though and pleasure seeped through the overwhelming sensation. Cries faded into moans. Breath synced with his. Chris sped up, growling. "That's f-ucking right, that's it bitch... take it, just like you've been wanting." Any trace of her earlier dominance was long gone, her mind and gaze meek and pleasure filled as she mewled an affirmation of his words.

Trembling, Violet knew he was probably getting close again. The earlier stimulation and the way Chris was talking to her had her riled up too though. Likely more than him with how much she had stimmed earlier. Every thrust pushed her closer, closer... Her body was tensing, surely he could tell how close she was. The shoves became rougher, her eyes widening and rolling as she whined. A few more shoves and she squeezed around him, orgasm ripping through her. Every spasm of her body made him feel all the bigger in her. Her scream was loud, even through the gag. She could hardly think, a fog claiming her mind in post orgasmic bliss.

What she heard next though broke through that fog. "Oh, darling... you think you're done?" Chris had slowed for a moment as she orgasmed, thrusts not as hard. They picked up again though. Violet's eyes opened up, widened as she writhed and whimpered. Her whole body felt more sensitive now and he wasn't stopping. He drove into her, pulling her body down on him against the ropes with every push. She couldn't think at all, that fog replaced by a roar of static sensation as he used her. It felt like he was ruining her and breaking her in all over again.

Somewhere in that, pleasure reasserted itself over her. Through the static she found herself wanting more, wanting exactly this all over again. Chris' breath was heavy, her own starting to match as she quivered under him. He was tensing in those ways again... gearing up to fill her. That thought accelerated her, brought her close again as his grip tightened. With a growled satisfaction he came in her, pumping her channel full with his cum. He didn't stop either, thrusting until with another scream she orgasmed again. Her contractions milked him in her, drawing everything his body would give her deep.

Satisfied for the moment, Chris finally stopped. He settled lightly on top of her, making sure not too much of his weight was on her arms. Lips went to Violet's neck, drawing soft moans and whimpers as he kissed and nibbled. Her legs lightly spasmed occasionally but eventually stilled. Bit by bit the mind returned, assembling itself as she timidly tried to nuzzle into his shoulder. His hand cupped her head as she did and held her.

Minutes later he moved off her, having Violet sit up so he could undo the box tie. Her arms ached, enough that she was slow moving or stretching them as she lay back down. He freed her legs next which thankfully hurt less. The gag came out last, her jaw sore from the extended intrusion. Weakly, she hugged him and smiled as Chris held her.

After a couple minutes he started chuckling, prompting an inquiring look before he asked "So. Wanna know how I got loose?" She nodded, a shit eating grin crossing his face. "You used black padlocks on my wrists. One of those had a black key and it juuust so happened to be the one you used on my right wrist." Violet processed that for a moment, then shook her head and groaned a retort. "You clever bitch..." His laugh made her grin, kissing him gently.

"I'm... getting you back for this... at some point." Violet's threat made him smirk and hug tighter. "Yeah, I know you will, darling. You always do. But, I know you enjoyed yourself this pass." Chris paused, then changed subject. "Maybe we get food now and relax for a while." She thought it over for a second and nodded, caveating though "In a lil while... let's curl up first?" He nodded with a smile, keeping her close and stroking her hair. She just smiled and settled in.