Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

The highest seats were occupied by the nobles, the middle tiers by the honored guests, and the lowest front row, the one closest to the podium, was reserved strictly for the royal family or in other cases it would be including the immediate family of the the one transforming. At the center of the podium stood the transformation cage. It was made from silver and strong steel, the cage was shaped like a perfect circle. The bars were thick, evenly spaced, and rooted deep into the stone floor. Even kings couldn’t open them by hand. Only the guards with special keys could. It was designed to contain any wolf, young, old, powerful, unpredictable, during the violent first shift. Since the first shi

He hurried down the long flight of stairs and the thought of climbing all the stairs back to his room made him mentally groan. A security panel was mounted on the left wall framing the door and a glass-panelled peep frame was about three feet down the top of the iron door. Cole peered in with a frown, blinking as he focused intently. His eyes settled on an enormous birdcage with massive chains holding it above ground and at the centre of the cage was a barely clad woman held upright in chains. “What the fuck!” Cole exclaimed.

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

She tensed up immediately and stumbled forward as he pushed her all the way in. A playroom! Equipped with several pieces of BDSM furniture that Quinn had never seen before. There was a huge X thing in one corner, a chair that looked like it should be in a doctor’s office as it had foot stirrups and a thing that looked like a pommel horse or small massage table yet had places for restraining knees and arms and made her feel very nervous. The most normal thing in the room was the bed, but even that had a cage over the top with restraints attached to it as well as restraints attached over the mattress. She hadn’t even let her eyes roam to the things that were displayed on the walls and in shelv

" How shall I be restrained ? "he asked. She shrugged " The only way we can , that your animal will not break free from it if you shift. And that is a cage, " she admitted, a little guilty. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand down her cheek. " Do not feel guilty my heart , it is a good idea ", he leaned in and kissed her again. Then she stepped back. " Ready girls ? "she asked , but did not look this way to clue him in when we were in here. The girls all closed their eyes and chanted a spell to conjure up the cage they needed. When it appeared, Usif stepped in without an issue and the pride members locked it with the deadbolt and padlock that was on the cage.

It was a chastity device. ********** *********

Two chastity cage. "You've shown that you cannot be trusted with your own desires," she said coldly. "From now on, even your bodies do not belong to you." One by one, she forced them to kneel. With clinical precision, she fitted the cock cages and locked them ensuring another layer to her hold over them, leaving them completely vulnerable. The weight of her control added to the weight of the collar around their necks, creating a new, physical boundary that they could never cross without her permission.

He gave the top a push, tipping it back, and it snapped into position. “Do you think I can’t take it?” Richard dragged me a little further. “For very bad girls, we have the cage.” The cage was vertical and slender. One would have to stand in it, and it locked tightly around the body giving little room for movement. A flurry of butterflies disturbed my stomach. “Did Rory ever stand in it? When do you decide your sub needs to be caged?”

I flipped it over, examining the thick, solid base of the container. "The scrambler wasn't just a tool meant for the church crypt," I whispered, my voice trembling with revelation. "The box itself was the key. The specific magnetic frequency of this lead alloy... it perfectly matches the locking mechanism of the Iron Well." With trembling fingers, I pressed the solid base of the lead box directly into the circular indentation.

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?”