Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

I move to the door and lock it with the bolt first then raise the latch over it before hooking back the chain connecting the door to the wall. I walk back and disconnect some wires from the television and soon it is a fizzling box. I’m more comfortable with this meaningless sound. I pick a book, ‘’ The Caucasian chalk’’ and sit beside the stool. So many times, I have compared this story to the story of the two women in the holy book who slept side by side with their babies. One of the women wakes in the middle of the night and finds her baby dead. She then goes ahead to swap her dead baby with her neighbour's sleeping baby. The case gets to the king and the king declares that the living baby

Soon enough, she would discover that she was right. In the far corner was a motorcycle lift that had been modified with cuffs and straps. In the opposite corner was a spanking bench and prayer bench. Both of these intrigued her. Between these were two Saint Andrew’s crosses. One was wooden with padding, while the other was metal and no padding. Along the wall opposite the bed was a convertible sex chair, a sex swing and a hook attached to a wench.

He already had experienced it, but the shorter the cage was, the more his arousal was internal. Once in his cell, Alex turned to him and looked at him: "Would you like to eat my pussy?" "Err, you don't wear your chastity belt?" he asked. While she removed her skirt, he realized that she had kept it while showering him. She was bare below the leather thing. She sat on his mattress and spread her legs. He began to water. He had enjoyed Alex's pussy when he was a guard. He wondered what kind of test she was making. Perhaps she wanted to know if he would have an erection. The chastity cage was small for sure. He kneeled and began to bow toward the wet clit. He felt so castrated and frustrated in

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

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.

It’s interior wreaked of animal corpses but an inciting portion that testified to having been used, was the only cleared out space that seemed like a chained down snow angel was tortured and executed. “What is this?” Martin was at a loss for words to describe he pitiful state of their sentence. “What are you doing to him?” May asked, seeing that the werewolf only had one prisoner he intended to incarcerate that wasn’t her. “Where are the rats!” The leader shouted as another werewolf brought in a cage full of them. He was followed suit by another that dragged a wierdly constructed, 180 degrees, strap on chair. The chair had a structure that could lever a pair of cages onto its center and seem

I shook my head, uninterested in the auction. Soon, all the lights in the room were focused on the center of the stage. The steel cage covered by a red velvet cloth takes center stage. Mistress Hawthorne stood next to the steel cage, she was wearing a sexy dress and black high heels. I suddenly had an uneasy feeling. When Mistress Hawthorne lifted the red velvet cloth to reveal the steel cage inside, there was a poor young girl curled up inside. My face instantly turned pale and bloodless, and a piercing chill surged through me.

I continued to watch my beautiful sexy wife submit to this handsome alpha male, all the while regretting the awful chastity cage which was biting into my delicate scrotum. However, the more aroused I got, the worse the pain became. I began to weakly plead again and again for the cage key to unlock and free my puny manhood from the cage. I could see a hint of guilt register on my wife's face. She stood up, walked over to me, looked pityingly into my eyes and gave me the key she had just released from a BBC anklet on her right ankle. I hadn't ever seen this item of jewellery until that moment.

The room at the end of the hall stood waiting. The rack sat in the center of the cellar. A long wooden rectangular frame raised above the ground shaped like a narrow table. Heavy chains and leather restraints hung from each side. One set for the wrists and another for the ankles. At both ends were thick wooden rollers fitted with iron handles that could be turned by hand. Once someone was strapped down, the handles could be turned to slowly pull the chains tighter. It was built to stretch the body until pain became unbearable. “No,” Kael whispered immediately. “No. Please.”