Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

Stacy said from the doorway, “I’ll warn you now, it wasn’t designed for this but it should work.” Kyle and Dominic followed Stacy down into the basement, past the old wine cellar and into a secondary room, Stacy flicked the switch and the bright florescent lights crackled into life, the room looked like a war room, there were a few old wood desks, and even a central table with all of Westingdale on it in miniature models, but what caught Dominic’s eyes was the wall to wall cage at the back of the room, it was new, the steel was still shiny and the room still had a scent of welding flux. “Stacy, care to explain the giant cage in the basement?”

Lounging there, I'd have a perfect view. The chaise was slip-covered in soft white cotton - I assumed so it could be completely cleaned between each use of the room. I moved over to the cabinet and helped myself to a small silver vibrator, which I unwrapped while I watched Ty use the same cuffs to strap Kaz's arms to the upper crossbars of the giant wooden X that was the St. Andrew's Cross. Another pair from the cabinet secured his ankles, leaving him spread-eagled against the wooden structure. His wide-legged stance took a couple inches off his height, putting his ass right at the level of Ty's cock. "Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous, Dani?" Ty asked as he stepped back and rolled a c

His manly voice echoing in the close room creating a dark aura . " so you won't utter a word ... you should know that your beloved wife and your fifteen year old daughter is in my man's custody... do you want me to end their useless life or wait...... I have a better idea what about trafficking them overseas ... you know well what they will do to your pretty young daughter " Magnus played his last card . He has think of that way before . He knew he would use his family if this fucker disobey him or try to act oversmart.

The scent of old paper and polished wood fills the air, giving the room a timeless, almost mystical aura. We finally reach the last door and, as I push it open, I realize this isn’t just another luxurious room. Dimly lit with red-tinted bulbs, the space exudes an intense, provocative energy that makes my pulse quicken. Against one wall stands an imposing St. Andrew’s cross, sturdy and dark, clearly crafted with purpose. Heavy chains hang from the ceiling, gleaming slightly in the soft light, and beneath them, a thick leather-covered bench sits, equipped with cuffs and restraints. There are shelves filled with tools—paddles, whips, and ropes in various materials and colors, each carefully arr

A BDSM dungeon! “What in the actual fuck?” I blurted out. I should just back out and leave, but I can’t believe Samuel has one in his house. What does he do in here? Well, obviously, I know WHAT, but to what extent? I turn the light on and look around. The room is decorated in black and red, with an almost Victorian feel to the décor. A large four-poster bed sits against one of the walls. Underneath it is a cage, and a scrolled bench is at the end of it. Whips, chains, floggers, paddles, ropes, and restraints line the wall. Leashes, blindfolds, and gags are on the other wall. I’m not opening the drawers that line the third wall; I don’t even want to know what’s in there. In front of the draw

Brushes, combs, and soap have been laid out on a table like this is something normal. The three of us walk through the barn and into a more open area. It’s dark in here and the place stinks. It doesn’t just smell bad, it reeks, thick and sour, and my eyes water as they adjust to the gloom. When they do, I freeze. The barn is divided into small square cages with silver bars. Inside are women. Eight to ten in each cage. My stomach drops. Oh my Goddess. What is this? Chase strides to the first cage. As he reaches for the lock, the occupants shrink back and fear spikes sharp in the air. He swings the door open, grabs a girl roughly, and she starts to whimper.

An imposing X-shaped wooden cross stood taller than both of us, its black leather wrist and ankle restraints dangling like loose snares. Polished chrome chains and pulleys hung from the reinforced ceiling, gleaming wickedly in the dim light. On the far wall, a meticulously organized array of implements hung from velvet-lined hooks—braided leather floggers, heavy wooden paddles, riding crops with split tongues, and slender canes meant to blister skin. In the glass-fronted case beside the bench sat collars, steel spreader bars, and weighted clamps arranged with the cold precision of a surgeon's theater. It was a fortress of absolute domination. A literal dungeon hidden inside a billionaire's g

“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

*She belongs to us now…* *You opened the door…* *Watch.* Visions flashed across the mirror’s surface: Lila on her knees, surrounded by shadow figures with really massive cocks with unnatural lengths, and her belly swollen with cum, and eyes rolled back in pure demonic bliss. Marcus screamed and dropped to his knees. The mirror stayed perfectly upright. Lila walked out of the bathroom completely dry, smiling. She was holding thick black leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar, and a spiked chastity cage that definitely hadn’t been in the house before.

I sighed softly, " We went in, and I saw something I haven't seen in my entire life. Crucifixes were hung upside down, I tried to hang them up but it kept turning down. While you on the other side, found a casket on the altar of the chapel. " "A casket? " She asked, surprised. " On an altar? " " Yes, a casket on an altar." I repeated, " For real, what on earth would a casket be doing on an altar? " "To avoid criminals, who knows? It was caged with chains and padlocks at every side like they had caged a demon. At first, I had thought it was a treasure and that if we were lucky, we would be the richest reporters Los Angeles has ever had. But I was wrong, it was no treasure. It was a monster, a