Steel Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

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.

He then excitedly led her to the banquet hall. On the huge screen under the dome, many photos of her appeared. Outside, fireworks exploded with loud bangs, quietly blooming just beyond the large windows. Pink lilies lined the path, piled into the shapes of bears and made into flower baskets, decorating every corner of the banquet hall. In the open space, there were over a dozen stands, each displaying the titles of her works. Jamie knelt in front of Melanie on one knee. "Will you marry me, Mel?"

He said, "And since you want to run away so much... It is appropriate that I cage you instead." The steel cage measured about six feet and stood around waist high. It was something that would be used for a large breed dog. The door was locked with a padlock, and nothing else was inside. Cayden commanded, "Get inside." Selena remarked, her breath knocked out by the gravity of the situation. "You can't be serious." Cayden said, "Now." He gave her a hard slap on her bare ass to emphasise the "now," which caused her to squeal in shock and pain.

“No! I have already told you that I won’t obey your rules.” “I am giving you a chance. Why are you throwing it away?” Darkous growled slightly, his white mechanical eyes glancing towards a far corner of the room. “Or do you want to spend a night in the cage?” The princess followed the dark lord’s glance, gasping as she spotted a large metal contraption. The cage was twice the size of her, connected to a large chain as it could be lifted from the ground. The bars were barely two inches apart, making it impossible for anyone to escape. The cage had one door, a large deadbolt and padlocks made to keep someone; or something inside. Elika pushed her back further into the large armchair, her pulse

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.

At long last, Clara began to orgasm, rubbing her moist and happy sex against Shamira's face while her body shook gently. "About time," she muttered, not at all unhappy but not willing to admit it. "Stay," she commanded again. She got out of her chair and went over to the shadows, grabbing one of her favorite toys. Shamira watched as Clara brought some kind of cage over to the center of the room. There was a rubber floor on it to prevent knees and hands from getting torn up, and a hole in one end that was framed with two semi-circular pieces of iron that seemed to be mounted on tracks. Clara opened up one end of the cage.

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.

He shouted. “I'll have to mindlink him. Shit, I messed this up," he continues to blather on his own. I ignored him and began sniffing the air, hoping that Chaste's scent would help me find his room. The sweet smell of vines and pine trees! I quickly followed that smell to the farthest room. The door is a heavily painted black iron door with wolf decorative patterns. I dared to open it, and the door was, thankfully, open. I'm curious why Chaste left his room without locking the door.

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

EJ asked, cutting Brandon off. “The dark room was Anton's BDSM room. It's the only room where he would do anything sexual. He had so much crap in there. Things to tie you down, things to tie your legs open. Gags, blinds, crops, whips, and flogs. Butt plugs galore, nipple clamps, cock cages, Chastities that push your dick in and lock it up tight. He'd make the twinks walk around all day wearing those with a sound pushed into their prostate. The walls were full of that shit! Every sexual device made, Anton had…