Steel Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

He knelt on the bedroom floor, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs, the chain between them short enough to keep his arms pinned and useless. The tiny chastity cage squeezed his cock mercilessly, the metal bars digging into his pale skin as he tried to shift for comfort. She had locked it on him two weeks ago, and every day since had been a slow torment of denial, his dick straining against the confines whenever she walked into the room.

I hadn't ever seen this item of jewellery until that moment. She looked at me and said commandingly, "go in the bathroom and remove it cuck! and when you are done, pour us all a nice cold glass of wine." Once off, I tossed the awful chastity cage aside and walked gratefully back into the room. My wife was now laid on her back on the bed I had paid for, all the while looking up longingly at her strong black lover who was towering above her. He was kneeling so she could suck on him whilst at the same time enabling him to dip his fingers into her pussy.

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

"But when I flirted with another man for an ice cream, he got jealous and broke my leg. Isn't he so possessive?" My gaze caught on the bedsheet—crusty splotches blooming like fungal rot. Having long since shed any naivety, I instantly recognized what it was. I retched, my fingers scrabbling at the cage bars. "What are you doing?" Chiara shrieked suddenly, cradling the padlock like a lover's face. "Don't you dare ruin the home Ethan built for me!" I flinched, and she murmured, "This is a golden lock, made with all of Ethan's love. What will happen if you break it? He'll be so angry."

I signed beneath it with a firm hand and drop of blood of my own, then sealed the moment with a deep kiss. I locked the new custom steel chastity cage around her smooth pussy. The metal was cold and heavy, the integrated shock module ready for training. She gasped at the finality of the click. “Stand up.” I led her to the reinforced hook I had discreetly installed in the ceiling weeks ago. The heavy leather sleep sack waited nearby. I guided her inside it, zipping her body in tightly until only her flushed face remained visible. Thick straps connected to the ceiling rig. Slowly, I winched her up until she hung suspended in the center of our bedroom, swaying ge

she chirps, her amused gaze drifting over my torn, sweat-soaked workout gear and Valerius’s dirt-streaked face. "Never mind us," I pant, my human heart still frantically trying to settle back into a normal rhythm after the grueling run. "Do you have it?" With a theatrical flourish, she snaps the velvet box open. Nestled inside the silk lining is a piece of engineering that looks vastly more like a high-tech surgical instrument than a chastity restraint. It is crafted from a shimmering, matte silver-titanium alloy, intricately etched with faint, glowing runes that hum with a low-frequency magical vibration.

He gave the top a push, tipping it back, and it snapped into position. “Do you think I can’t take it?” Richard dragged me a little further. “For very bad girls, we have the cage.” The cage was vertical and slender. One would have to stand in it, and it locked tightly around the body giving little room for movement. A flurry of butterflies disturbed my stomach. “Did Rory ever stand in it? When do you decide your sub needs to be caged?”

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.

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."

She gestures to my cock, her lips curling in a sneer. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "And how do you plan to do that?" She smirks back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Chastity cage. It's the only way to keep you in line." I chuckle, a low, dark sound. "And what do I get in return?" She grins, a slow, predatory smile. "Me. On top of you. Riding you. Fucking you with my strap-on." She turns and strides over to her drawer, pulling out a leather harness and a massive silicone cock.