Chastity Cage Erotica Novels & Stories

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

He pulled out of her and came our belly. Stacy hastily put her finger into her cunt and fingers herself and she came, shaking. We laid on the floor naked looking at each other. Stacy crawled to me, resting her head on shoulder, kissing my neck and fondling my tits. I moved down and kissed her, then I laid down to rest.

"No one else." "Only you," Alex gasped back, body trembling with release. By evening, the penthouse became their battlefield once more. They attempted to review Lena’s new files on the offshore accounts but abandoned them after ten minutes. Rowan lifted Alex onto the dining table again, spreading him out and using his mouth until Alex begged incoherently. Then he entered him with powerful thrusts, the table creaking beneath them. Alex’s hands gripped Rowan’s back, nails digging in as pleasure crested. They came hard, voices echoing through the open space.

Trusted him to guide her into uncharted territories of sensation. "Okay," she agreed shakily. "I'm ready." Chad smiled his approval and helped her up off the floor. "Let's begin then." Over the next several hours, Chad took Cassandra on a journey unlike any she'd ever experienced. He introduced her to new kinks and fetishes she had only vaguely heard of - flogging, sensation play, breath play, spanking, gags, and more. Each thing they did pushed her a little bit further outside her comfort zone, testing her limits in thrilling new ways.

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

I hadn't ever seen this item of jewellery until that moment. She looked at me and said commandingly, "go in the bathroom and remove it cuck! and when you are done, pour us all a nice cold glass of wine." Once off, I tossed the awful chastity cage aside and walked gratefully back into the room. My wife was now laid on her back on the bed I had paid for, all the while looking up longingly at her strong black lover who was towering above her. He was kneeling so she could suck on him whilst at the same time enabling him to dip his fingers into her pussy.

When he finally goes limp, whimpering and panting, she gathers his cum and feeds it to him again. “Such a shame,” she sighs, reaching for the black resin chastity cage. “Two months this time, pet. Maybe then you’ll finally learn who this cock belongs to.” She leans down, placing a mocking little kiss on the tip of his spent cock. “See you in two months, toy.”

Chad teased my breasts, my body was shamelessly on edge again. God, this was embarrassing. But I couldn’t help enjoying it. Being hung like a criminal should be annoying, but how could I be annoyed when my pussy was beginning to throb for their dicks. “You’re so sweet, little cunt. We want to fuck you at once,” Ezra informed, now finger fucking me. “You’re so good, I want to keep you here forever.” Chad kneaded and played with my nipples. “Oh…mmm,” was all my brain could come up with at that point.

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

I spread my legs wide, leaned back, and shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt, rubbing my clit frantically with my thumb. “Oh god… oh fuck…” I moaned, hips bucking. The dual sensation, the relentless vibration in my ass and my fingers stretching my pussy, pushed me right to the edge. I was so close. So fucking close— Till the door clicked open. Darius stepped inside, cock already out of his pants, thick and hard and leaking as he stroked it slowly. His eyes devoured the sight of me… skirt up, fingers buried inside myself, face contorted in desperate pleasure.