Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

In the very middle of the room that appears to be as big as the walk in closet, sat a black leather sex bench that looked super comfy with a detachable head rest. Looking at the entrance door, you will see a door body hanger and just by the door was a 5ft bed with the headboard against the wall. At the foot of the bed was an iron slave cage and inside the cage was the masked girl, blindfolded, handcuffed to her back and laying on her side. She was the one whimpering.

I crushed her with a kiss. "I'll wait that Roden." .. The Unchaste Punishment

The more he tried to reinsert the rod, the harder he became with the harness. At least he learned that it was easier to pierce his pee hole in a cage than a harness. Life was full of surprises. Joe’s only problem with the urethra vibrator was the awkward and unstable angle it dangled outside his cage. The urethra rod fitted, but the vibrator at the tip couldn’t make contact with the mushroom head. The chastity cage was designed with only a tiny slit in the front enough for Joe to pee and wash the cage. The casing covered his lower head almost entirely.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

Raven clearly hated me for reasons I didn't understand. "Come," Cassian said, leading me toward a staircase. "There's something I want to show you." We descended into the dungeon. The space was almost intimate, with exposed brick, low lighting, and some equipment I couldn't name. In the center sat a large four-poster bed draped in black silk. But what caught my attention was the cabinet against the wall. Cassian opened it, revealing an array of items: floggers, paddles, clamps, restraints, and things I couldn't even identify.

The breeding room they dragged me into was a fucking nightmare designed for maximum degradation. This wasn’t one of the small cells I’d been fucked in before. This was a huge chamber reserved for the camp’s most depraved “special events.” Dim red lights hung from heavy chains bolted into the high ceiling. Heavy metal rings and thick chains dangled from the walls On the far wall hung an array of brutal tools: ball gags, nipple clamps with jagged teeth, and several bottles of oily lubricant

I signed beneath it with a firm hand and drop of blood of my own, then sealed the moment with a deep kiss. I locked the new custom steel chastity cage around her smooth pussy. The metal was cold and heavy, the integrated shock module ready for training. She gasped at the finality of the click. “Stand up.” I led her to the reinforced hook I had discreetly installed in the ceiling weeks ago. The heavy leather sleep sack waited nearby. I guided her inside it, zipping her body in tightly until only her flushed face remained visible. Thick straps connected to the ceiling rig. Slowly, I winched her up until she hung suspended in the center of our bedroom, swaying gently, completely helpless.

As soon as Jay stepped into the study, his eyes landed on two documents lying on the desk. One looked old, the pages yellowed with time. Bold letters on the cover read 'Confidential Agreement'. Jay froze. He had no memory of ever signing any kind of agreement with me. He picked it up and flipped through the pages. His expression darkened with every line he read. Then, it hit him. He signed it six years ago. He threw the agreement aside like it burned his hands, and his eyes locked onto the second document, the divorce papers.

I stopped breathing. The room was dark except for low red lighting along the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling in neat rows. A large black cross stood in one corner, with leather cuffs attached at each end. Whips, paddles, and ropes were arranged on the wall like art. A padded bench with straps sat in the center. And against the far wall, a life-sized sex doll posed on all fours, blindfolded, wrists bound behind its back.