Steel Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

Two chastity cage. "You've shown that you cannot be trusted with your own desires," she said coldly. "From now on, even your bodies do not belong to you." One by one, she forced them to kneel. With clinical precision, she fitted the cock cages and locked them ensuring another layer to her hold over them, leaving them completely vulnerable. The weight of her control added to the weight of the collar around their necks, creating a new, physical boundary that they could never cross without her permission.

I was on a roll and had done my research. "Next, I found a chasity device called the Bird Cage." I showed him a picture on my phone. "It has a ring that goes behind your ball-sack and up towards the base of your penis. The cage then slips over your penis and locks onto the ring. I already ordered it. I think you should wear it for two months. We will revisit your actions during that time. Communication is the key to this relationship. Hopefully, I will be ready to trust you again when that time is over. " Brandt nodded slowly, so I continued.

There wasn’t much I could gather in just two days. What I knew: – My feet were shackled. – The shackles were heavy and strong, impossible to break with ordinary strength. – My range of movement was limited to one step from the bed. The shackles were connected to the bed. – The man had the key to unlock the shackles from the bed. – If I endured until the fifth day, a light bulb would be installed in this room. – Outside the room was a narrow hallway. – The room next to this one was the bathroom.

This was a room of erotic art, a sex dungeon. My body does a 360-degree turn to inspect the entire room with various equipment and furniture. There is a queen size bed with pillows, properly made with black velvet sheet covering, that had cuffs attached to each of its posts. A cage stood to the left of the bed, and passing that, to the end of the wall were shackles pinned, two at the top for the hands and the bottom two for the feet. In the center of the room, sex swings and slings plus a padded spanking bench. Full-length mirrors were at every angle, with one in the ceiling above the bed. Where Vance stood a few inches to the right side of the door was a black wooden display shelf with sex

Most people wouldn’t consider these torture items but when used on a less than willing person they often become the perfect tool to humiliate and break a person down. “I don’t think I have a chastity cage small enough to fit…” She mumbled. “Oh well!” Kane and the others stood to the side as she approached the man with a twisted smile on her face. In her hands she held something that had even Kane backing away from her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He had never seen anything quite like it before. “Where did you get that?” Machine asked terrified that she had something like that in her case. “Where were you even keeping that thing?”

, he said. "Here we go with these questions.... You better ask them quick before I ball gag you.", she said while holding a black ball gag. "Why does your basement look like a medieval torture dungeon?", he asked. The Underneath had a lot of BDSM Torment devices. Most notable: St. Andrews Cross Bondage Table, Sex Cage, Carnival Bed, Leather Masks, Latex dresses, Chokers, Sex Toys, chains, and whips.

She tensed up immediately and stumbled forward as he pushed her all the way in. A playroom! Equipped with several pieces of BDSM furniture that Quinn had never seen before. There was a huge X thing in one corner, a chair that looked like it should be in a doctor’s office as it had foot stirrups and a thing that looked like a pommel horse or small massage table yet had places for restraining knees and arms and made her feel very nervous. The most normal thing in the room was the bed, but even that had a cage over the top with restraints attached to it as well as restraints attached over the mattress. She hadn’t even let her eyes roam to the things that were displayed on the walls and in shelv

"Danny, I didn't want to do this, but it's for the best. This will be your prison until I say differently. Here." She leaned over my semi-hard dick and wordlessly slid the cage over it. She wrapped the steel mesh around my balls and snapped a series of fasteners into place. There was a master ring that gathered the various fasteners, and on the ring was a stout metal prong, with concentric steel rings embossed on it. Anna inserted the prong into a hole in the cage and snapped it shut. My genitals were fully imprisoned in an unbreakable steel cage. I looked up at Anna in horror.

She stammered hard. She started to move. She is so sexy. Erotic. Furthermore, she is stubborn, but why is this girl is so damn cute and wicked!? I pulled her down on the bed and lifted her legs. I move faster to the hilt. "I'm cumming." Soon I had fallen on top of her. I would have rolled to leave above to decrease my weight, but she hugged me tightly. "Zak, just for a little, let us stay like this." She said and wrapped her arm tightly around my neck.

He gives my hand a gentle squeeze before telling them about Adrian's "special whip" I can't believe Adrian would do that. My poor Marcus, he went through so much pain. Physical and mental. Damian says about a chastity cage that Marcus had to wear for about half of his time there. I wince when Damian says it had small spikes inside that made it more painful. I've worn a cage before and they are uncomfortable enough without the added pain.