Chastity Cage Erotica Novels & Stories

The publicness of it, the cameras capturing every slurp, makes me wetter, my moans vibrating around him. Elias pulls out, hauling me to my feet by the collar, and spins me to face the altar—a raised platform draped in red velvet, where the covenant’s secret waits. He bends me over it, ass up, and the crowd closes in, their hands groping my breasts, my thighs, spreading my cheeks. A wolf-masked woman kneels beneath me, her tongue lapping at my clit, fast and hungry, while a stag-masked man presses his cock against my lips, demanding entry. I open, gagging as he thrusts, my body rocking between tongue and cock.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

She gestures to my cock, her lips curling in a sneer. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "And how do you plan to do that?" She smirks back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Chastity cage. It's the only way to keep you in line." I chuckle, a low, dark sound. "And what do I get in return?" She grins, a slow, predatory smile. "Me. On top of you. Riding you. Fucking you with my strap-on." She turns and strides over to her drawer, pulling out a leather harness and a massive silicone cock.

he says and I go to the drawer to take out the chastity cage. "This is a cock cage or a chastity device. It stops you from getting an erection while wearing it," I explain and he looks at it with a curious face. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Not really, only if it doesn't fit properly. It's just uncomfortable and stops you being able to cum." "What other punishments are there?" He asks me as he looks at the floggers on the wall. "I could make you kneel on rice. Or whip you. Or deny you pleasure."

But I want to watch her come undone in a thousand ways. The walls are lined with feathers, blindfolds, vibrators, dildos, candles, handcuffs, ropes, floggers, Wartenberg wheels, clamps, cock rings, anal beads. Furniture-wise, we’ve got: A four-poster bed with built-in stockade and restraints A spanking bench (Charlie’s) A sex swing A sex couch A St. Andrew’s Cross A sex chair And several fuck machines Yeah—it’s a lot. She spins slowly, taking it all in.

The veins on it were so detailed and the base held it glued to the floor. That's why I kicked it. It was beside the door. The other unanswered question was why a dildo was in my husband's room and even if I wanted to leave that instant, my curiosity overshadowed my thinking. I walked to the other side of the room and noticed a small door that wasn't locked. Thank God. Walking in, I was met with not only pictures of sex but also pictures of the male genitals. I became speechless as I studied this room. Now it wasn't draped in purple ornaments or bedding. It had a table at the center; black like scarlet and like a pool table. It had black curtains on the small windows and black whips on the ta

He wondered what the guy thought when he saw Bob, naked, in cuffs and a chastity cage. The guy pulled Barbara to him, kissing her almost violently. Breaking the kiss, still holding Barb, he opened his eyes, made eye contact with Bob, smiled around her mouth and winked. A delicious shiver ran through Bob. “Come here, Bob.” Barista Boy’s arm was around her shoulder, his fingers playing inside the neck of her blouse, underneath her bra. “I’m going to free you so you can properly appreciate everything Alex is going to do to me. You can touch yourself all you want but you’d better not come.” She unlocked his chastity cage and let it fall to the carpet. “Go sit in your chair and watch what a real

He already had experienced it, but the shorter the cage was, the more his arousal was internal. Once in his cell, Alex turned to him and looked at him: "Would you like to eat my pussy?" "Err, you don't wear your chastity belt?" he asked. While she removed her skirt, he realized that she had kept it while showering him. She was bare below the leather thing. She sat on his mattress and spread her legs. He began to water. He had enjoyed Alex's pussy when he was a guard. He wondered what kind of test she was making. Perhaps she wanted to know if he would have an erection. The chastity cage was small for sure. He kneeled and began to bow toward the wet clit. He felt so castrated and frustrated in

Lounging there, I'd have a perfect view. The chaise was slip-covered in soft white cotton - I assumed so it could be completely cleaned between each use of the room. I moved over to the cabinet and helped myself to a small silver vibrator, which I unwrapped while I watched Ty use the same cuffs to strap Kaz's arms to the upper crossbars of the giant wooden X that was the St. Andrew's Cross. Another pair from the cabinet secured his ankles, leaving him spread-eagled against the wooden structure. His wide-legged stance took a couple inches off his height, putting his ass right at the level of Ty's cock. "Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous, Dani?" Ty asked as he stepped back and rolled a c

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.