Steel Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

The veins on it were so detailed and the base held it glued to the floor. That's why I kicked it. It was beside the door. The other unanswered question was why a dildo was in my husband's room and even if I wanted to leave that instant, my curiosity overshadowed my thinking. I walked to the other side of the room and noticed a small door that wasn't locked. Thank God. Walking in, I was met with not only pictures of sex but also pictures of the male genitals. I became speechless as I studied this room. Now it wasn't draped in purple ornaments or bedding. It had a table at the center; black like scarlet and like a pool table. It had black curtains on the small windows and black whips on the ta

"No, Ma'am. I guess I thought I was done with sex unless Mistress took me back. This was a surprising development I was unprepared for." His cock began shrinking again. "What is that thing on his junk?" Wendy asked. "It's a cock cage, used to help control male slaves," I said. "Just as Dominants sometimes use chastity belts to control female slaves, cock cages are used to control males. This one is relatively benign. It only prevents him from getting an erection without suffering pain. Some have sharp points on the inside and there are some which have protrusions which are inserted into the urethra. Some dominants also pierce the genitals of their male slaves, in the cock, balls or both."

She was quiet, moving with surgical precision as she located the tools that would comprise my punishment. “Stand.” she said flatly, without looking at me. “Yes, mistress.” I said, rising so she could pull down my shorts and underwear. “Of course. You would be baby-dicked.” she said through laughter, dropping down in front of me to apply a chastity cage. “This is so you don’t take too much pleasure in what I’m about to do to you.” “Yes mistress.” I said, staying still as the cage was fastened and locked. Jessa had a keyring with as many keys as a school janitor, and I could only imagine what types of torture devices she had lurking around.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The cage was a hexagonal space enclosed by a sturdy steel cage, standing about 8 feet tall. Its steel bars were designed with sharp angles and the lighting only highlighted the cold, shiny floor. Around the cage, there were elevated seating arrangements for the audience, offering a clear view of the fight.

The lady stared at me quizzically before pointing to a rack at the end of the shop. "Go there, hopefully you'll find some ones that will catch your fancy." She said. I muttered my thanks and went to the rack she pointed out. I spent quite the time perusing the shop, intrigued by all the things I was finding there. I found some very interesting items, some that I were familiar with and others I had to search their use. Eventually, I settled on some chastity cage, ring gag, handcuffs and a couple of others. Once I was satisfied with my purchase, I went to pay for it and left the shop. By the time I arrived back at the salon, Felix was already done with his haircut and he looked more beautiful

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

What I saw inside made my stomach twist and lungs burn in need of air. Cages; rows of them were lined in all sides of the huge space. And they lay in the open as if they knew no one will find them. The most horrifying of all was that they were all chained to the wall and the stench of chloroform was so high in the air, that it burned my lungs. That was when I noticed that the immortals were not just inhaling them, but it was running through their bloodstream in huge amounts, which was the only way chloroform worked on immortals, or the weakest of our race. Even pets weren’t chained with such cruelty. Collars with metal spikes that pierced the delicate skin of their neck, hands and legs shack

As the evening rush began, the air grew thick with the smell of expensive cigars and cheap adrenaline. The cage was being prepped for the night's main event, the steel bars gleaming under the harsh spotlights. I was polishing a glass when I felt a presence behind me. Not the casual approach of a customer, but the heavy, focused pressure of someone who owned the space. "Break," Cain’s voice commanded. Tess didn't even blink. She just pointed toward the storage room. "Ten minutes, Em. Don't get locked in."

Marcia said. "She made me wear a cock cage, controlled my orgasms, fucked me in the ass with a strap-on," Sam said. "Made me wear a collar and cuffs, led me around with a leash, whipped my privates. Pretty much everything she'd ever had to do as a slave, I had to do except suck cocks." "What's a cock cage?" Shasta asked. "We could show you a website photo," Marcia said. "But I still have the equipment. I could get it for you."

“You will be naked in our presence at all times, especially when I am entertaining any black men visitors, and will be subservient to them as well. All of your body hair will be removed permanently, and when I say 'all'.....I mean all: head, body, legs and especially pubic. We will let you keep your small cock and balls, for now, but to further enhance your need to serve as a bitch boi for us, you will be fitted with a steel chastity cage, with an urethral insert, to restrict any future tiny erections you may have. You will learn to properly worship my pussy and any other women, especially black women, who may desire that service.