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.

Next to it was a spanking horse, well-padded with leather. Another wall was a shelf made of smoked glass. Inside the cabinet, a variety of ‘toys’ were displayed, making Lalisa blush and her heart pound uncontrollably. There were whips of various sizes and materials, from small leather crops to a nine-tailed cat-o'-nine-tails. There were paddles made of wood and silicone in various shapes. Plugs and dildos made of glass and metal gleamed under the light. There were blindfolds made of silk and leather, various types of gags, and ropes of different colors, coiled up as beautifully as balls of yarn.

“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

It felt as though the very walls were whispering secrets she was not yet ready to hear. As she gazed around the room, memories flooded her mind, transporting her back to a different place and time. The room's dim lights seemed to merge with the recollection of Haider's mansion, where she had once been held captive. The opulence and grandeur had masked the darkness that lurked beneath the surface, just like the deceptive allure of this red light area.

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.