Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

he said with a smile as he moved to my side. “I am pretty sure you already know what most of these are for.” He chuckled and I nodded in response. “Good, then show me the ones you know and tell me what they are used for?” Gosh, this is the most embarrassing discussion I have ever had and believe me, I am far from being a prude. We go through all the instruments in the closet and he explains all their uses to me. We spent the next twenty minutes talking about wrist and ankle restraints, spreader bars, ball-gags, plugs and dildos. Some of them really attract me, like the plugs and even the floggers, others a bit less like the cane and what he called a chastity cage.

, he said. "Here we go with these questions.... You better ask them quick before I ball gag you.", she said while holding a black ball gag. "Why does your basement look like a medieval torture dungeon?", he asked. The Underneath had a lot of BDSM Torment devices. Most notable: St. Andrews Cross Bondage Table, Sex Cage, Carnival Bed, Leather Masks, Latex dresses, Chokers, Sex Toys, chains, and whips.

He then excitedly led her to the banquet hall. On the huge screen under the dome, many photos of her appeared. Outside, fireworks exploded with loud bangs, quietly blooming just beyond the large windows. Pink lilies lined the path, piled into the shapes of bears and made into flower baskets, decorating every corner of the banquet hall. In the open space, there were over a dozen stands, each displaying the titles of her works. Jamie knelt in front of Melanie on one knee. "Will you marry me, Mel?"

I kept walking until we reached the castle, went upstairs, walked to the corner, and entered the room before finally setting him down. This wasn't just any ordinary room. It was a black-and-white darkroom, illuminated by a dim red light that failed to fully illuminate the space, creating an eerie and unnatural atmosphere. Shelves on both sides were filled with various bondage tools—iron, leather, rubber—each exuding its own undeniable threat, especially the leather items, which emitted a strong, pungent odor. Some thick iron chains were affixed to the walls and floor, suitable for restraining wild beasts.

Cock jumped in the chastity cage she hadn’t removed yet. “Still locked,” she said cold. “You don’t get to come tonight. You get to take it. All of it.” She dropped the crop. Grabbed his wrists. Pulled them down and back. Crossed them behind his neck. Locked them there with thick leather cuffs connected by a short chain—arms pinned high, shoulders pulled back, chest thrust out. Then she stepped behind him. Wrapped her arms under his armpits. Locked her hands behind his neck in a full nelson grip. Strong. Unbreakable. Lifted him clean off the floor.

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

Standing in the room I stare around me. "The keys Demitri threw at me were for this place." I nod, it is like a house, only the house is totally different, there is a cage in every room, whips hanging on the walls, hooks in the walls and ceilings. Bowls on the floor, a sex chair in the corner, and everything.

She was quiet, moving with surgical precision as she located the tools that would comprise my punishment. “Stand.” she said flatly, without looking at me. “Yes, mistress.” I said, rising so she could pull down my shorts and underwear. “Of course. You would be baby-dicked.” she said through laughter, dropping down in front of me to apply a chastity cage. “This is so you don’t take too much pleasure in what I’m about to do to you.” “Yes mistress.” I said, staying still as the cage was fastened and locked. Jessa had a keyring with as many keys as a school janitor, and I could only imagine what types of torture devices she had lurking around.

The crowd was even larger this time. Tonight was my last Feast Night, and they made sure it would be the most depraved one yet. They didn’t just chain me down, they turned me into a complete fuck-object. I was strapped onto a specially designed breeding bench in the center of the stage. My upper body was bent forward sharply, my wrists locked behind my back in heavy metal cuffs connected to a chain that pulled my arms painfully. Thick leather belts strapped my torso down, keeping me completely immobile and my legs were forced wide apart and locked into stirrups that spread me, my knees bent high so both my pussy and ass were fully exposed and elevated.