Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

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.

"Starting from today onwards… Chloe will be attending every single official event, business gathering, and social occasion with me from now onwards. She will take your place as my partner and companion everywhere and anywhere we go. You… you will stay at home, remain inside this house, and you are strictly forbidden from accompanying me or attending any public functions and gatherings with me ever again. You are forbidden from meeting, speaking, or even coming anywhere near Chloe or any of my friends and associates. You are going to stay here quietly, behave yourself properly, and never dare interfere or involve yourself in my private life and business matters ever again!" To be continued

I was prompted to look into a room ahead through the window and gasped out in shock at what I saw. Three girls were tied to the headboard in their birthday suit as they were forced to please a scar faced man... While four others were forced to caress him and clean up after him. " No... I can't keep watching this! I can't! " I kept shaking my head hysterically... I was forced to open up my eyes when I heard a girl's scream. I watched as a girl was forcefully marked on the chest with a dragon... Despite her screams as the hot object burnt her body... She wasn't left alone...

Scrolling through, it seems fine. First one: Are you happy with the following being used? Restraints Handcuffs Bed restraints Door restraints Chains Rope Blindfolds Gags Nipple clamps Genital clamps Floggers Whip Riding crops Cane Belt Collar Masks I give up. I know I shouldn’t and that I should keep going, but everything so far seems totally fine. So, I guess skipping to the next page might be more enjoyable.

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.

At long last, Clara began to orgasm, rubbing her moist and happy sex against Shamira's face while her body shook gently. "About time," she muttered, not at all unhappy but not willing to admit it. "Stay," she commanded again. She got out of her chair and went over to the shadows, grabbing one of her favorite toys. Shamira watched as Clara brought some kind of cage over to the center of the room. There was a rubber floor on it to prevent knees and hands from getting torn up, and a hole in one end that was framed with two semi-circular pieces of iron that seemed to be mounted on tracks. Clara opened up one end of the cage.

Beyond it, a narrow staircase descended further into darkness lit only by faint red bulbs. I descended. The basement room opened up like a depraved cathedral. Black padded walls absorbed sound. Chains and cuffs dangled from steel beams in the ceiling. A large breeding bench with adjustable stirrups dominated the center. One wall displayed an arsenal of toys: thick dildos, anal plugs, floggers, canes, nipple clamps with weights, speculums, and bottles of lube. Another corner held a padded fuck swing and a low platform covered in plastic sheeting, clearly for messier activities.

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’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.