Inverted Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

A cage with iron bars and a latch. To the left, a long padded bench sits beneath mounted metal rings. Its purpose is far too obvious, the spanking bench. Chains hang from the ceiling. Leather straps. Padded cuffs. Paddles of varying thickness line the far wall beside something that looks suspiciously like a crucifix. An X-shaped frame. A cross. I don’t know. I’m walking forward before I realize it, unhooking myself from Knox's grip. My fingers skim the bench as I pass. The leather is cool, slick to the touch. There are buckles at each corner.

“I know what you're thinking — a hammer, a scapel, an axe, probably a cross and some nails for crucifixion. You’re expecting something cinematic. Bat to the ribs, blade to the skin, maybe a few plucked fingernails, too, while nailing you to the cross.” I leaned in close and whispered. “No. I’m not here to hurt you, my friend.” I stepped back and smiled, tilting my head toward the door, and a huge, metal cage made of steel bars, which were silver-laced, was rolled in by six hefty men. It was too small for a man to sit up in. Just wide enough for a body to curl in on itself. The moment he saw it, his jaw tightened. “You sold women like animals in cages.” I nodded toward the contraption. “So, I

Celeste points at the bar and she disappears with Dysnomia. I take a seat at the bar and wonder what they will discuss. After a while Celeste calls me back in, “Well Zared, Dysnomia certainly has plans, let’s get started.” “Good luck, Zee,” Gunther mutters when we see all the things laid out. Weird formed plugs, miniature cages, a ball gag and some riding crops. I look at Dysnomia and try to hide my apprehension. /Did you know they have male chastity belts as well?/ Aminta sounds far too cheerful and smug.

I recognized anal plugs, nipple clamps, a nipple suction tube, feathers, and different types of handcuffs with different types of textures. To the right side of the bed was a full-length mirror, just like the one I had seen when I entered the room. On the foot of the mirror was a Sybian. I looked right into the mirror and saw a black St. Andrew's cross behind me. It had leather cuffs on every end of it. Right in front of the St. Andrew's cross was a black tantric chair. Above the fireplace was a black rack that had mannequin heads. The mannequin heads had different kinds of ball gags. On the right side of the rack and next to the St. Andrew's cross was a space dedicated to all types of flogg

stood beneath it, adorned with vibrant fabrics and adorned with fresh flowers. The couple, Sunena and Peter, took their places under the mandap, surrounded by family and friends. The pandit, a Hindu priest, chanted ancient Vedic verses and performed rituals, signifying the sacred bond of matrimony. The ceremony incorporated rituals such as the exchange of garlands, called the "varmala," and the circling of the holy fire, known as the "phere."

But I want to watch her come undone in a thousand ways. The walls are lined with feathers, blindfolds, vibrators, dildos, candles, handcuffs, ropes, floggers, Wartenberg wheels, clamps, cock rings, anal beads. Furniture-wise, we’ve got: A four-poster bed with built-in stockade and restraints A spanking bench (Charlie’s) A sex swing A sex couch A St. Andrew’s Cross A sex chair And several fuck machines Yeah—it’s a lot. She spins slowly, taking it all in.

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

One became two, two became four, and as I kept touching the rough surfaces, I grew accustomed to them. I began to understand how to balance them, and the second game turned into a long match. I wasn’t bad at dominoes to begin with. We moved from the kitchen to the doorway, stretching into the narrow hallway. I was so focused that I even forgot about the noisy vibrator in my ass. That was my downfall. The hallway was absurdly narrow for two adult men to brush past each other, and my legs were each shackled with over 10 kilograms. There was also a wire attached to my ass.

In the very middle of the room that appears to be as big as the walk in closet, sat a black leather sex bench that looked super comfy with a detachable head rest. Looking at the entrance door, you will see a door body hanger and just by the door was a 5ft bed with the headboard against the wall. At the foot of the bed was an iron slave cage and inside the cage was the masked girl, blindfolded, handcuffed to her back and laying on her side. She was the one whimpering.

The more he tried to reinsert the rod, the harder he became with the harness. At least he learned that it was easier to pierce his pee hole in a cage than a harness. Life was full of surprises. Joe’s only problem with the urethra vibrator was the awkward and unstable angle it dangled outside his cage. The urethra rod fitted, but the vibrator at the tip couldn’t make contact with the mushroom head. The chastity cage was designed with only a tiny slit in the front enough for Joe to pee and wash the cage. The casing covered his lower head almost entirely.