Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

“No! I have already told you that I won’t obey your rules.” “I am giving you a chance. Why are you throwing it away?” Darkous growled slightly, his white mechanical eyes glancing towards a far corner of the room. “Or do you want to spend a night in the cage?” The princess followed the dark lord’s glance, gasping as she spotted a large metal contraption. The cage was twice the size of her, connected to a large chain as it could be lifted from the ground. The bars were barely two inches apart, making it impossible for anyone to escape. The cage had one door, a large deadbolt and padlocks made to keep someone; or something inside. Elika pushed her back further into the large armchair, her pulse

“It’s dangerous out here right now. Let me take Alex to the tower. He’ll be safer there.” Delmar clenched his fists. Taking a deep breath as he quickly gathered his thoughts, he shook his head. “No,” he responded bluntly. “Put him in a cage.” Just then, the arguing ceased immediately as the Ravennites all turned heads toward their leader. Alex felt as though a sense of betrayal had entered his heart. The Ravennites did not have a prison established in the Citadel. The only thing they had was a small series of cells dug underneath the bottommost level of the tower, which they called cages. Alex had never seen them himself, but he knew they were reserved for the most dangerous of their enemies

They turned their body, like wooden dolls managed by someone who appeared to be in a terrible mood. Satan held them by their neck in both hands and hung them in the air. They didn't scream, didn't ask for mercy because their souls were locked in the cage that was set by Satan's command. There was no wave in their eyes even after seeing the devil because their souls turned into hollows, not even God could replenish them.

There was something different in his eyes, something darker, more intense than I had ever seen before. “This,” he said, pushing the door open slowly, “is the submission cage.” My heart skipped. The door swung open, revealing a room that was completely different from the rest of the house. The walls were dark, dimly lit, lined with various implements I didn’t fully understand. Chains hung from the ceiling, and in the center of the room was a large bed, much larger than the bed in the room, unlike any I had seen before, with leather straps and buckles attached to the headboard and footboard.

When he finally goes limp, whimpering and panting, she gathers his cum and feeds it to him again. “Such a shame,” she sighs, reaching for the black resin chastity cage. “Two months this time, pet. Maybe then you’ll finally learn who this cock belongs to.” She leans down, placing a mocking little kiss on the tip of his spent cock. “See you in two months, toy.”

There was a king-sized bed which had a canopy in the middle, unlike the upper bedroom, and a wooden wardrobe that had iron doors with a drawer at one side of the room. There were handcuffs, rope, tape, and cable ties on the drawer and I didn't even bother to check the remaining equipment on the cupboard as my eyes ran to the left side of the bed where there was a huge cage that could fit three adult people and there was two cushion placed side by side with an iron cuff that was hanging from the roof of the cage. There was also a door beside the cage that looked like the unpainted wall of the bedroom, and overall the room gave off a dark aura that would have made me scream if I hadn't been a

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

And in the very center of it all—positioned with what could only be described as religious precision—stood a stone pedestal. Knee-height, exactly the right dimensions to support a human body in the most vulnerable position possible. Wide enough to accommodate someone laid out like an offering on an altar. Fitted with leather restraints at all four corners, the straps dark with age and use, polished smooth by contact with skin that had struggled against them. A single iron loop jutted from the floor directly in front of it, positioned at exactly the right height and angle to ensure that anyone secured to it would be forced into a position of complete submission, complete exposure, complete he

Just the doors shoved wide and me dragged inside like a sacrifice. Three heartbeats of absolute black. Then a deep, arterial and obscene red flooded the room from the hidden ceiling strips. The light painted everything in fresh sin. Chains dangled from raw beams. A thick padded leather bench waited in the center like an altar. Two steel X-frames flanked it, one wall was a gallery of perversion: leather cuffs, gleaming ball bags, heavy floggers with cruel knotted tails, graduated glass plugs, vicious metal clamps with serrated teeth. A St. Andrew’s cross brooded in shadow. And dead center was a squatted massive oak table bolted to the concrete with thick iron rings at every corner.

"This is a typical pleasure dungeon. You don't need everything in here. This is for people into full bondage. All these things are available on our website if you want them. However, I only suggest one piece of furniture for you and two tools for now. Order a spanking bench, you will thank me." Gio frowned, "Why?" Cherry smiled. "It was more uses than just for spanking. Can I use your fiancé to show what I mean? I promise not to hurt her." She winked at Abi. "Well, unless she asks me too." Abi giggled and Gio nodded, so Cherry led his fiancé over to a strange contraption in the corner. It looked like a wide leather padded sawhorse, with one end higher than the other. One both sides were padd