Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

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 gasped when I saw two beds in separate areas, a total of three areas, each with a slightly different theme. The one closest to where I was frozen in place, had a large wardrobe, a deep mahogany rack on one wall, with different paddles and whips on it. In the center of the three spaces chains hung from the ceiling with leather wrist cuffs at the ends of them. Sex toys, bondage equipment, a wooden table with handcuffs, and a swing filled each of the spaces. Damen stood in the space in front of me, his eyes filled with lust.

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.

I swayed, clutching his shoulders, and finally looked around. Holy fuck. The walls were pitch black, not the cute aesthetic kind, but the “nobody will hear you scream here” kind. Chains were hanging from the ceiling, thick ones, the kind you’d see in a garage but… upgraded. Sex upgraded. And in the corner? A massive St. Andrew’s cross. Red leather. Big enough to hold someone in place. I didn’t even want to imagine who’d been on it. There was a bench too. Not a normal bench. This one had straps everywhere. Everywhere. I didn’t need G****e to figure out what it was for.

"Okay." They headed down a different hallway with caution. Regan entered a luxurious room with a lot of strange equipment, like for BDSM activities. Regan was reminded of Fergus's room; there was something crazier than Fergus, especially seeing the rope that was tied up, where the victim must have been hung, either upside down or somehow. Regan herself didn't want to imagine it. The man then went into the empty bathroom and the clothes room, which was also empty of anyone. On the other hand, Bastian entered Carlo's office. The room was deserted with no one around, and he walked around the room. According to Lugga, the medicine was stored in Carlo's safe.

Like her, he didn't wear anything to add scent to his body, so it was just Cage. "You need help with that? Those clasps were designed in the Victorian era to never be opened." "Yeah, I should probably practice where I can see it before I try it on a real, gorgeous woman again." "I still struggle sometimes myself," Kota blatantly lied as she reached behind her and unhooked it with a finger and thumb. "Right, that was a real struggle, show off," Cage laughed and slid the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. "I think it's going to feel so good when you rub your dick on my pussy," Kota explained her plan for today while she worked on Cage's belt and zipper, then pushed his pants an

He opens it and gestures for me to enter first. I walk in and freeze. The room is huge, with dim lighting that makes everything feel intimate and dangerous. I see things I have only seen in hidden corners of the internet. A big wooden X against one wall with straps on it. Chains hang from the ceiling. A long bench with hooks and cuffs sits in the middle. There is a metal cage in the corner big enough for a person. Whips, belts, paddles, and canes hang neatly on one wall. On another table I see plugs, clamps, ropes, and things I do not even have names for.

From a distance, his eyes appeared nearly black, steady and unwavering as he watched the guards approach. They dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty,” the captain said. “We found this creature inside your inner garden. The wards flared. The mage instructed us to bring it directly to you.” Corvin did not answer. He descended the steps with the steady, unhurried grace of someone who feared nothing in the room. Light caught the raven-shaped clasp at his throat as he stopped in front of the net, hands clasped behind his back. He looked down at the fox.