Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

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

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.

CHAPTER 113 SAGE The room pulled me in completely. I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes struggling to take in everything at once. I glazed through the restraints lines the walls in neat, orderly rows—silk ropes coiled like sleeping snakes and the metal chains glinting under the dim red light. Whips and paddles hung on hooks, their handles worn smooth from countless hands. The air smelled of leather, candle wax and something else. And in the center of the room, dominating the space like an altar, stood the St. Andrew's cross. It's leather straps were dark, completely inviting as my cunt clenched at the sight of it.

He grabbed the front of my uniform and groaned as I slowly withdrew the long metal piece. I almost hesitated when I saw the full length of it coming out of him. I tossed it into a corner and then removed the chastity cage itself, throwing it aside as well. His cock was marked with deep red imprints from the device. Now free, it slowly began to harden. The prisoner looked ashamed. I said softly: “It’s okay.” The guy was pumped full of sexual stimulants and probably hadn’t cum in a very long time. I didn’t even know what to think. I simply let him put on the pants.

--- Twenty-Four Years Ago – The Archive of Ouroboros The air in the subterranean vault was cold enough to turn breath into mist. A young Xalen stood beside her father, her hair pulled back in tight, severe braids. The walls were covered in the jagged, ancient script of the first Ouroboros, illuminated by the flickering green flame of the braziers.

“You will be naked in our presence at all times, especially when I am entertaining any black men visitors, and will be subservient to them as well. All of your body hair will be removed permanently, and when I say 'all'.....I mean all: head, body, legs and especially pubic. We will let you keep your small cock and balls, for now, but to further enhance your need to serve as a bitch boi for us, you will be fitted with a steel chastity cage, with an urethral insert, to restrict any future tiny erections you may have. You will learn to properly worship my pussy and any other women, especially black women, who may desire that service.

"Those are cock cages. They prevent the slave from having an erection without suffering a great deal of pain. It would be similar to a chastity belt for females." I winced, imagining Master's magnificent cock trapped in one of those contraptions. Master winced as well. I noticed more female owners of male slaves kept their cocks in cages than male owners. I supposed the female owners didn't want their slaves sticking their cocks in anything they didn't want them to.

Jasmine was sitting on a chair like a stone. She doesn't want anyone to know she woke up. She knows she's somewhere she doesn't belong to, somewhere no one belongs. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold and hands and legs were tied with a rope. The whole time she observed her surroundings even though she couldn't see anything. There was a pin drop silence, not even the ticking sound of clock could be heard. Either it must be an abandoned place or any luxurious one.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r