No

That cage was a pure tourtre device. As soon as she started to drift of to sleep that’s when the cage decided to strike, hitting her fragile skin with a bolt of electricity. And before Hermione could get a wink of sleep, Draco walked back into the dungeon and turned off the cage.

“Good, morning slut. Sleep well?”

Hermione decided to lie as to not seem like she was arguing against her master “Yes master. I slept fine”

“That’s good. Now go make me breakfast then we’ll head to st. Mungo’s to get that pesky gag reflex taken out.”

“Yes Master, right away” and with that she crawled out of the cage and went to the kitchen to make master breakfast. She opted to make him pancakes as she really enjoyed them growing up, and even though she probably wouldn’t get to enjoy them again, she hoped her master had those same joys and would appreciate the effort.

Draco came out, fully dressed, just as Hermione had set the pancakes on the table. When he sat down at the table, Hermione crawled under and fished his cock out so she could have her breakfast.

After both of them had their breakfast Draco attached Hermiones leash to her collar and apperated to Mungo’s then took her up to the front desk.

“Hi, I would like to get my sluts gag reflex removed.” Draco told the front desk attendant

“Absolutely sir. We’ll get on that right away.” He then wrote something on a parchment and sent it off. Moments later a team of nurses ran through the doors, picked Hermione up and put her on a bed and took her away. Draco then sat down and picked up a magazine, waiting for his slave to return without that pesky refelx.