Chastity Cage Erotica Novels & Stories

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?”

Gabriel says as he grips my balls and places the silicone stretcher on. I have seen ball stretchers before and even been with a guy who used one once. They can be sexy. I know Gabriel is introducing me to new things slowly and sorting out which things I get the most pleasure from. “Rhett, do you want to know why, I don’t want this perfect cock crammed into something as small as a chastity cage?” Rhett asks against my lips as he slowly strokes me. “You like how it looks or feels?” I venture. “yes, both and I intend to ride it one of these days, when you have earned it,” Gabriel says and my eyes snap to his.

I was on a roll and had done my research. "Next, I found a chasity device called the Bird Cage." I showed him a picture on my phone. "It has a ring that goes behind your ball-sack and up towards the base of your penis. The cage then slips over your penis and locks onto the ring. I already ordered it. I think you should wear it for two months. We will revisit your actions during that time. Communication is the key to this relationship. Hopefully, I will be ready to trust you again when that time is over. " Brandt nodded slowly, so I continued.

Cage was all about making her pay for calling him a slave. “Please stop, stop you’re hurting me” Cage knew that she was weakened beyond her reach so she needed to rest. He cared less about her words and rammed her deep until he was approaching his climax. “Stare into my eyes while I fill you up and make you the woman that you desire to be” he grunted as his legs buckled, he held his cock in her pussy, after loads of his seed filled her up. “What if I get pregnant? I wanted your load in my mouth”

and I hated them both. Cage leaned over to me, his body clasping into mine in a very erotic matter, I felt his erection piercing me. His hands hovering my bare stomach, my bra being the only obstruction in my chest for him. Cage grunted again, seductively but slowly moving his hips against mine. I felt those feelings...those feelings that I wasn't supposed to feel. " Please...stop..." " No! If you really think you're perfect then do it, satisfy me...do it,"

Two chastity cage. "You've shown that you cannot be trusted with your own desires," she said coldly. "From now on, even your bodies do not belong to you." One by one, she forced them to kneel. With clinical precision, she fitted the cock cages and locked them ensuring another layer to her hold over them, leaving them completely vulnerable. The weight of her control added to the weight of the collar around their necks, creating a new, physical boundary that they could never cross without her permission.

It hurt badly but still sent shivers down my stomach. I felt something cold inside of me and it dawned on me that he was placing ice in me and then he placed a chastity cage fitting the size of my vulva as every folds of it was stuck into it. I twisted at the remotely insane sensation that triggered inside of me immediately, but I could do nothing about it. I was cuffed. I was restricted from touching myself. Restricted from getting the final satisfaction of the ecstasies springing inside of me. I could feel his presence before me and I was sure he was watching the torture he was giving to me.

It was just enough to repair my spoiled phone. Inside Dwayne's room, the girl's moans come out muffled. I can imagine what he must be doing to her, how he must be touching her. I start feeling a tingling between my thighs- it's like a sweet throbbing at the mouth of my vagina. I rise from the tub and return to my room amused by the things that interest me.

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

I ordered with a groan. “I….Rowen.” Chastity whined, and moaned. “You want more don’t you?” “Ye…yes.” “Not yet.” I could hear Chastity’s heavy breathing, as well as her moans, and sighs. I squeezed the base of my dick hard then slid my hand back up. “Rowen…..please.” Chastity whined. “Slowly push one finger into your pussy.” I growled, and heard Chastity moan again, “Just as slowly pull it back out than thrust your finger in again. Rub your clit with your thumb, lightly.”