Chastity Cage Erotica Novels & Stories

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."

“Good girl. But we’re adding new rules. Toys. You’ll wear them during warm-up. If you perform well, you get rewarded. If not…” He held up two items: a small vibrating egg and a sleek black butt plug. My breath hitched. “Sir…” “Shorts off. Bend over the bench.” I obeyed instantly, heart hammering. Jax lubed the plug first, then pressed the cool silicone against my tight rear entrance. He worked it in slowly, stretching me until it popped inside. The fullness was immediate and dirty. Then he slipped the vibrating egg deep into my pussy, the remote in his hand.

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

In the center stood a massive king-sized bed draped in luxurious black silk sheets, with sturdy restraints dangling from the headboard and posts. In one corner loomed a polished St. Andrew’s cross, its leather cuffs gleaming. Along a nearby table lay an array of toys: vibrantly colored dildos of varying sizes, gleaming metal and silicone plugs, coiled whips, paddles, and more—everything meticulously arranged. Her heart pounded wildly, a fresh wave of heat flooding between her thighs as arousal soaked her instantly. “You… you did all this?” she whispered breathlessly, turning to him. “For us?”

He knelt on the bedroom floor, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs, the chain between them short enough to keep his arms pinned and useless. The tiny chastity cage squeezed his cock mercilessly, the metal bars digging into his pale skin as he tried to shift for comfort. She had locked it on him two weeks ago, and every day since had been a slow torment of denial, his dick straining against the confines whenever she walked into the room.

It seems I’m not the only one feeling the effects of the incense. “Do you want that?” the First Guy asks, squeezing my throat, and Thirst Trap pulls the waistband of his pants low enough for his hard cock to spring out of it. The size is just right, not too big nor too small. The glans is already darker, its outline appetizing, and veins decorate its shaft. The view alone is enough to excite my lady parts, and I grind against the chair, wanting some relief.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”

The cuffs bit into the soft skin of her wrists just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. Cassie’s arms stretched above her head, shoulders open, chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate pants. The silver chain between the nipple clamps swayed with every ragged breath, each tiny movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Reggie had already secured her ankles to the spreader bar; the cold black leather pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thighs leaving her legs splayed wide, helpless, her dripping pussy on full, shameless display under the low amber lights of the lair.

But she knew better than to keep them waiting. Ignoring the pain she started pulling the vibrator out slowly, then pushed it back in. She began fucking herself, a slow rhythm that made her pussy clench around the chastity belt. “The view is shitty,” Thomas groaned. He stepped forward, grabbed both her ankles, shoved her legs high and folded them back until her knees almost touched her shoulders. Her ass lifted off the floor, giving them a perfect view of the vibrator sliding in and out of Margaret’s anus. “You are a fucking genius. This view is perfect,” Daniel whistled low. The rest nodded and they all crouched close, forming a circle around her.

He stood suddenly, grabbing a whiteboard marker and moving to the tiny dry-erase board above his dresser like a man on a mission. “Let me show you a visual model—uh, the curve—” Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric. A giggle. He turned around. Charlotte was no longer sitting. She was crawling—slowly—across his bed, the movement making her breasts sway under that thin tank top. No bra. He knew it now. She let him see. She wanted him to see. “You okay, Caleb?” she purred, now kneeling at the edge of the bed. “You seem a little...tense.”