Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

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.

This was a room of erotic art, a sex dungeon. My body does a 360-degree turn to inspect the entire room with various equipment and furniture. There is a queen size bed with pillows, properly made with black velvet sheet covering, that had cuffs attached to each of its posts. A cage stood to the left of the bed, and passing that, to the end of the wall were shackles pinned, two at the top for the hands and the bottom two for the feet. In the center of the room, sex swings and slings plus a padded spanking bench. Full-length mirrors were at every angle, with one in the ceiling above the bed. Where Vance stood a few inches to the right side of the door was a black wooden display shelf with sex

He used a keycard to unlock them, and pushed them open. My breath caught in my throat. The room was bathed in a soft, red light. The walls were lined with dark velvet, and the floor was covered in thick, black carpet. One wall was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting the room’s contents back at me. There was a large, four-poster bed with restraints attached to the posts. A sawhorse-like bench with leather padding. A St. Andrew’s cross. And a wall of shelves, neatly arranged with an array of implements I’d only ever seen in my most secret, late-night internet searches. Paddles, floggers, crops, dildos of every shape and size, clamps, gags, and things I couldn’t even name. It was a dungeon. A

Isaac then reassured Albert and said, “You don’t have to place so much psychological pressure on yourself. All of the villains in the movies are retarded and so, a decent character can escape no matter what it is. However, if you really strip them naked and weld the door of the large iron cage to death, even if a hundred thousand 007s were to gather together, it would still be impossible for them to escape!” When Albert heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief, laughed heartily, and said, “That is a good idea! This makes me feel so much better. Master Wade had instructed me to upgrade the dog farm last time, and the new cage that I am using now is made out of thirty millimeter-thick bars. It’s

she says, her voice cool and calculated. "I can't expect you to meet all my needs. Not when I have so many." She strides to her closet, her hips swaying with a confident swagger. She returns with a small, black box. She opens it, revealing a shiny, metallic chastity cage. The sight of it sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and dark excitement. "You're going to be my little sissy slave," she declares, her voice firm. "Locked away, unable to satisfy anyone but me. You'll watch as I bring other men into our bed, as I fuck them with this strap-on. You'll clean up after us, taste our mingled releases, and beg for more."

I’d never seen this room before. Black walls, chains dangling from the ceiling, hooks everywhere. A wooden cross with leather straps stood in one corner. A metal cage big enough for someone to kneel in sat in another. Shelves were loaded with whips, paddles, handcuffs, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, ropes — all that kinky stuff. A padded bench with restraints was in the center, and a swing with straps hung from the ceiling. Mirrors covered the walls, reflecting everything. A drain sat in the middle of the floor. My brain went straight to my secret bucket list.

"No, Ma'am. I guess I thought I was done with sex unless Mistress took me back. This was a surprising development I was unprepared for." His cock began shrinking again. "What is that thing on his junk?" Wendy asked. "It's a cock cage, used to help control male slaves," I said. "Just as Dominants sometimes use chastity belts to control female slaves, cock cages are used to control males. This one is relatively benign. It only prevents him from getting an erection without suffering pain. Some have sharp points on the inside and there are some which have protrusions which are inserted into the urethra. Some dominants also pierce the genitals of their male slaves, in the cock, balls or both."

he says and I go to the drawer to take out the chastity cage. "This is a cock cage or a chastity device. It stops you from getting an erection while wearing it," I explain and he looks at it with a curious face. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Not really, only if it doesn't fit properly. It's just uncomfortable and stops you being able to cum." "What other punishments are there?" He asks me as he looks at the floggers on the wall. "I could make you kneel on rice. Or whip you. Or deny you pleasure."

His sharp jaws clenched hard, his grey eyes burning with frustration and desperate need as he stared at me. I smiled sweetly and stood up, walking over to him slowly. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, then down his stubbled cheek. “Time for your new accessory, pup.” “I forgot it.” “You forgot what?” “The chastity. It got delivered but I forgot it in my bedroom.” “Oh boy, I knew you’d play funny that’s why I brought an extra, you’re going to love it, trust me.” I reached into my bag and pulled out the small black box I had prepared earlier. Inside was a sleek, silicone chastity cage — pink-tinted, snug, and very small. Jack’s eyes widened when he saw it.

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15