Total Surrender: The Public Claiming
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Total Surrender: The Public Claiming
The Chastity Contract
Part 6
Jace Thorne
Copyright © 2026 by Jace Thorne
All characters in sexual situations are age 18 and over.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Total Surrender: The Public Claiming
I woke up slowly, the weight of the new permanent cage the first thing I felt.
The heavy steel tube was tighter than anything I’d worn before. My tiny clit was compressed into the narrow confines, barely able to twitch. The fresh guiche piercing behind my balls tugged with every tiny movement, a constant, stinging reminder that this cage was never coming off. Above my ass, the fresh tramp-stamp tattoo still burned: “Property of Ellis” in elegant black script.
Cum from last night’s breeding still leaked slowly from my soft, puffy hole. The hole they had pussified. The hole that no longer closed properly.
I lay there on my side, breathing shallowly, feeling the mess between my thighs. The permanent cage felt heavier than ever. My useless little clit was trapped forever—just a pathetic, denied nub locked away while my cunt existed only for other men.
The door unlocked.
Ellis stepped in alone this time. He walked over to the bed and looked down at me with quiet satisfaction.
“Morning, baby cunt.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over the fresh tattoo above my ass, then down to the new cage. He gave it a firm tug, making the guiche piercing sting.
“Still leaking, I see. Good. That permanent little clit of yours is never going to stop dripping while your pussy gets used.”
I shivered at his words.
Ellis continued calmly, stroking my hair almost gently.
“Tonight is the final step. We’re going to the club for your public claiming ceremony. You will be displayed, presented, and used in front of an audience as my permanently owned, pussified breeding property. Marcus, Derek, and several others will be there to celebrate. By the end of the night, everyone will know exactly what you are.”
He tapped the steel cage.
“Your tiny locked clit stays on display the entire time. Your tramp stamp will be clearly visible. Your soft, gaping cunt will be available for anyone I choose to offer it to. And you…you will finally surrender completely. You will beg publicly to be kept as my permanent family breeding cunt.”
My heart hammered. The idea of being displayed and used publicly—with the new cage, the piercing, and the tattoo all on full view—made my trapped clit leak even more.
Ellis leaned closer, voice low and intimate.
“After tonight, there will be no more doubt. No more temporary contract. You will be mine in every way possible. ...