Chastity Cage Erotica Novels & Stories

“On one condition: You have two weeks until the wedding. For the next seven days, you are going to be my secret little toy. My personal submissive pup. You’ll do everything I say. No questions. No hesitation.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, but I could see the conflicted lust burning in them. “You’re blackmailing me?” “Yes.” I stepped right up to him, so close that my breasts brushed against his chest. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his still-hard, throbbing cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth, hips twitching involuntarily into my hand. “Let’s start with this,” I continued, my voice silky. “You’ll wear a chastity cage starting tonight. Don’t worry, it

My breasts pressed into the metal as he yanked my jeans and panties down in one rough motion, exposing my ass and soaked pussy to the cool night air. He grabbed both my wrists, pinned them together behind my back so tight they ached, and I heard the click of handcuffs locking around them. The cold metal against my skin sent another shiver through me. He grabbed his wet, thick cock and smacked it heavily against my dripping pussy lips. The wet slap made me whimper. My pussy fluttered hungrily, clenching around nothing. “What a sweet looking pussy you got,” He murmured, voice thick with lust. Then he leaned in and licked a stripe up my earlobe. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll forget you

The manor’s chamber glowed with the soft flicker of renewed candles, the velvet curtains swaying slightly in the draft, the air heavy with the musk of our earlier passion. My body lay sprawled on the mat, cum and sweat coating my skin, pussy and ass aching with a delicious soreness, my mind reeling from the Coven’s initiation. The women surrounded me, their robes and lingerie disheveled, eyes glinting with a renewed hunger, ready to deepen the bond forged in the night’s shadows. The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened.

Julian squeezed her breasts on and off as he continued to give her oral sex. After a few minutes, Chastity began panting like a dog in heat. She couldn’t help it. Then a moan escaped her as a small shot of pleasure rippled up her spin. “Ooooh.” It was what she called a small pleasure spasm. It was extremely rare when she got them, but she knew what it was.

Her best advice was—“It’s all fun and games. Some take the rules seriously, some don’t. You do what suits you. Just like normal sex, you need to be communicative. Try things. Try to enjoy it. If you don’t, just skip that part. And lastly, don’t take it to heart.“ “Come on. Make a guess,” she says. “Let me think.” I tell her. “Collar and cages?” “And?” she prompts me and I roll my eyes. I feel like a little kid learning ABC at kindergarten. “And… choking? clamps,” I wince inwardly, remembering nipple clamps on a sub when I entered the club. “Cock rings… Cuffs.” “Not bad,” she approves but what you missed are… “Caning, cattle prod, cells, chains, chastity belts, chores, clothespins, cock worsh

The night air touched my bare legs beneath the robe like a secret. I am Lila Cabruno, a very well known celebrity. Today, I wanted to relax. My naughty boyfriend, Charles denied me sex saying he's too busy. I challenged him, saying I would get good sex somewhere else despite the fact that I knew I was wrong. Charles had the best dick ever, fuck him! A tall woman with a sleek ponytail met me at the door. Her voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss. We have your private suite ready. No names, no cameras, no interruptions. This way please.”

He’d leaked through his boxers twice on the drive over. Ava stood waiting in the center of the room under the ceiling chains. Black latex gloves up to her elbows tonight. No bodysuit—just a tight black sports bra, harness locked on, and the same monstrous ridged dildo from last night gleaming with fresh lube. Her real cock hung heavy below it, already thick and veined, balls full. She grabbed the leash. Yanked him up to his feet. “Hands behind your head. Spread your legs.” He obeyed instantly. She circled him slow. Crop in hand. Tapped the underside of his balls lightly—then harder. He hissed. Cock jumped in the chastity cage she hadn’t removed yet.

My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away. He traced slow circles over the back of my hand. Light touches. Gentle. But my pulse was racing. I bit my lip, holding back a sound. "Touch yourself," he whispered. "Show me how it feels." My fingers shook, but I moved slowly, slipping my hand beneath my jeans down to my pussy. I started slow. My breathing hitched. I imagined him right there with me, guiding my every move. He kept his hand on mine, grounding me. "You can ask for forgiveness after," he murmured.

He seemed strangely satisfied by that answer for someone who didn't like my response when I lied about not fantasising about a master. “Good.” He leaned down, his warm breath fanning my cheeks. “Which hardcore sex have you ever had? Whips? Strung on a cross? Ice? Chastity cage? Sound? Nipple and navel clamps? Chains? Chokers? Leathers? Gags? Blindfold?”

Mouth open wide, eyes rolling back—she fought desperately not to make a sound. The pleasure was overwhelming and it was building fast, too much, too good. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Johnny reached for one of the nipple clamps on the bed—the small silver ones connected by a thin chain. But instead of her nipple, he carefully opened it and clasped it gently around her swollen clit. The sharp pinch hit her like lightning. Charlotte couldn’t help it—she screamed. A loud, broken cry tore from her throat. Her body jolted hard, trying to arch off the bed, but the chains held her down.