Novel & Cerita Chastity Cage

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."

In the center was a spanking bench with a central angled chest pad, below the main rest were a separate set of pads to offer firm support for the knees, while smaller adjustable rests positioned the elbows perfectly, keeping the upper body stable and the spine aligned. Chains, heavy and dark, were bolted into several strategic points on the walls. To one side stood a St. Andrew's cross, an imposing A-frame structure that commanded attention. Beside it, a large, custom-built cage sat in the corner, a silent promise of confinement. Whips and floggers hung in neat, intimidating rows on a wall rack, alongside canes, paddles, and various implements of sensation, each piece clean and meticulously

I’d never seen this room before. Black walls, chains dangling from the ceiling, hooks everywhere. A wooden cross with leather straps stood in one corner. A metal cage big enough for someone to kneel in sat in another. Shelves were loaded with whips, paddles, handcuffs, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, ropes — all that kinky stuff. A padded bench with restraints was in the center, and a swing with straps hung from the ceiling. Mirrors covered the walls, reflecting everything. A drain sat in the middle of the floor. My brain went straight to my secret bucket list.

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

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.

Most people wouldn’t consider these torture items but when used on a less than willing person they often become the perfect tool to humiliate and break a person down. “I don’t think I have a chastity cage small enough to fit…” She mumbled. “Oh well!” Kane and the others stood to the side as she approached the man with a twisted smile on her face. In her hands she held something that had even Kane backing away from her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He had never seen anything quite like it before. “Where did you get that?” Machine asked terrified that she had something like that in her case. “Where were you even keeping that thing?”

Leather couches, a queen sized bed with a crimson duvet on it and cuffs dangling from the iron frame. My mouth dry, my gaze jumped from one wall to another next, and my stomach clenched at the sight of paddles, whips, handcuffs and ropes and what not dangling from the hooks on the wall. There was a chest on which more cuffs, ball gags, clamps, dildos and plugs, and other different toys were laid out in all the sizes as if on display.

I recognized anal plugs, nipple clamps, a nipple suction tube, feathers, and different types of handcuffs with different types of textures. To the right side of the bed was a full-length mirror, just like the one I had seen when I entered the room. On the foot of the mirror was a Sybian. I looked right into the mirror and saw a black St. Andrew's cross behind me. It had leather cuffs on every end of it. Right in front of the St. Andrew's cross was a black tantric chair. Above the fireplace was a black rack that had mannequin heads. The mannequin heads had different kinds of ball gags. On the right side of the rack and next to the St. Andrew's cross was a space dedicated to all types of flogg

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

"But when I flirted with another man for an ice cream, he got jealous and broke my leg. Isn't he so possessive?" My gaze caught on the bedsheet—crusty splotches blooming like fungal rot. Having long since shed any naivety, I instantly recognized what it was. I retched, my fingers scrabbling at the cage bars. "What are you doing?" Chiara shrieked suddenly, cradling the padlock like a lover's face. "Don't you dare ruin the home Ethan built for me!" I flinched, and she murmured, "This is a golden lock, made with all of Ethan's love. What will happen if you break it? He'll be so angry."