Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

They disappeared beneath the central dais, Rowena crouched. Her fingers traced one, the line hummed faintly beneath her touch. Suppression magic. Her eyes widened. The cage wasn't merely a prison. It was part of the Assembly's suppression system, the ceremonial witness cage had been designed to dampen supernatural strength inside its boundaries. That explained why the wards around it were so powerful.

At long last, Clara began to orgasm, rubbing her moist and happy sex against Shamira's face while her body shook gently. "About time," she muttered, not at all unhappy but not willing to admit it. "Stay," she commanded again. She got out of her chair and went over to the shadows, grabbing one of her favorite toys. Shamira watched as Clara brought some kind of cage over to the center of the room. There was a rubber floor on it to prevent knees and hands from getting torn up, and a hole in one end that was framed with two semi-circular pieces of iron that seemed to be mounted on tracks. Clara opened up one end of the cage.

Frigid, it chilled every exhalation into thin clouds of mist as he breathed. Approaching the person bound in the center of the room, Cazer walked over the inscriptions of the magic cage on the floor. His presence prompting a soft clink, the links of their chains shifted slightly. Made of heavy iron they draped from the floors and walls of the cell, limiting the prisoner’s movement.

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.

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?”