Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 12 (Free Read!)
Femdom romance in a world where Chaste is an identity and the NHS installs permanent chastity devices.
“So then the server went down...”
I’m trapped in conversation with Ada, a buxom woman with masses of straw-blond hair that cascades over an ill-advised denim summer dress with puffed short sleeves.
Ten years ago, Ada was a plump Goth, always off to do LARP or playing D&D in the common room. I fancied her, but wasn’t “Alt” enough and somehow ended up in the friend zone everybody said didn’t exist. Now, she’s turned in her chair to fix me with the forcefield from her magic boobs, but --- for all she looks like the Prime Minister who pushed through CARGO ten years ago --- she’s just not very interesting any more.
She pauses to take a gulp from her pint of lager.
I steal a glance around the wood-panelled dining room and realise I’m an idiot.
I needn’t have worried! Needn’t have turned my life upside down looking for date for this. Nobody cares that I’m a Chaste. I’m not even the only Chaste at the reunion.
Even so, I don’t feel like dancing so here I am---
Jesus!
Something is stroking my ankle. Someone.
Ada has slipped off a diamante flip flop and is teasing me with her massive toes. Swirling electricity prickles up my leg to my caged groin. I shudder.
Ada’s eyes twinkle. “So the server went down...”
A couple --- Caroline, flushed face, and Roger, laughing - sweep in through the double doors from the other room, letting in the dance music.
Ada merely raises her deep voice over bump of noise; “...for the third time!”
More stroking from her toes.
I look down at her extended leg. There’s a lot of power in those calves. I have an intuition that naked suits her better than clothed.
I raise my eyes for another glance around the room. It’s a bit like a wedding, lots of faces I recognise plus Minnie and Wendy happy from their honeymoon and holding court. A good proportion of everybody who was a student and lived in Brandemart House in 2020 us here, plus partners.
I spot a ginger bloke I noticed earlier - can’t remember his name - chatting up a leggy brunette, who I don’t think I every talked to. He’s got her attention, but her arms are folded as if she’s going to give him a very thorough assessment before deciding if she likes him. She throws back her head and laughs. What is he saying? I was never very good at chatting up women.
Ada pokes my shin with her big toe. “Bradley?”
I look her in the eye. “The server crashed the third time? How terrible!”
OK, there is something mesmerising about Ada. She’s oblivious to the way her denim dress doesn’t suit her chunky figure, but also to the way having four buttons open exposes her ample cleavage and a slice of sensible white bra. And she’s clearly used to getting her own way, which is kind of hot.
Ada squares her chin as if recalling the moment. She has a big mouth with big lips that make you wonder what she’s like at giving head. “I went straight to the director’s house and knocked on the door. His wife answered and I told her to tell him it was a new server or a new head of IT Support!”
There’s a movement behind Ada and I recognise Bella, another girl I fancied back in the day. She used to be an appalling flirt, but not interested in uncool boys like me except as practice targets. Petite and cute, she used to stalk the common room in camel-toe-tastic Spandex leggings and gym-rat crop tops. Now, however, she’s flaunting an expensive sun dress. It’s pleated and frilly, and covers her like a wrapped bath towel from the top of her round breasts down to sleek mid thigh. Her pumps have wide ribbons that wrap around the ankle, as if she needs to be tied up to stop her running barefoot.
Bella flashes her eyes at me, smirks and wiggles her hips.
That plus the insistent caressing by Ada’s toes is enough get a wet pulse out of my caged cock.
Bella is still an appalling flirt, then.
“Guess what happened next?” Ada pokes my nose. “Bradley?”
“Uh,” I say. I give her a cheeky grin. “She called the cops and you got fired for stalking senior management?”
“No, of course not.” Ada looks at me like I’m an idiot.
So much for banter. “What did happen?” What does she want?
“The next morning, a van turns up with not one but three new servers! And I get a pay raise. And they make me Head of IT Support.”
“Uh.” I’m lost now. “Who was the...?”
Somebody fingers my glass collar from behind. “Bradley!”
We both turn and it’s Bella. With a giggle, she slips onto my lap just like the old days. “Bradley? When did you become so hot?”
Bella is tiny and light, but the warm weight of her buttocks squashes my caged junk, triggering an urgent tightening of the penis cage.
I don’t know where to put my hands and settle for a steadying arm on her waist. The pleated material is as cool and soft as a fresh sheet.
Bella squirms as if to get more comfortable, thighs moving against mine to set off a throbbing in my folorn penis. She flutters her eyelids. “Remember when I used to do this?”
My glass collar feels too tight and I’m vaguely aware of Ada excusing herself. “Did you used to do what?”
Again she fingers my collar. She dimples. “Oh I remember.” She trails her fingers up my cheek. “You used to wait a decent interval and then rush off to your room.” Her giggle is like the sound of a river of pure lust being poured into my poor chaste groin. “I wonder what you were doing there...”
I blush but I remember Caroline’s obsession with her sadism not setting anybody up for a nice orgasm. So, I shoot back, “Nothing I can do at the moment either.”
“Poor Bradley.” Bella twists to face me, brushes her breast against my arm. “How long has it been?”
“Uh, four and a half years.”
“Ripe, then.” Bella smirks. “It must be hard.”
“You’re not helping,” I say. “And you know it.”
She grins in mock outrage. “A girl’s got to have a hobby.”
“Hey, Bradley!” A man has taken Ada’s chair... a man with a glass collar like mine.
I squint at him, mentally add longer hair, subtract the suit jacket and add a Heavy Metal T-shirt. “Pete?”
“Yes, dude!” says Pete.
Bella treats me to another squirm. She nuzzles my neck, laps at the skin just above my own tell-tale collar. My groin becomes a knot of painful lust.
“I’m...” I bight back a whimper. “...rather busy, right now.”
“Sure, dude,” says Pete. “I just wanted to say thanks. I was in a bad place and your video changed my life.”
“Video?” asks Bella, suddenly interested. Or has she just noticed his collar.
“I’m a chastity influencer,” I say and kiss Bella’s bare shoulder. Her skin tastes of sandalwood. “Apparently.”
“All about being reliable and disposable,” says Pete. “I got on the Chaste program the next day. Never looked back. You should write a self help book, dude.”
Bella starts gnawing my ear. Her breath is hot and wet and makes me think of other places that might be hot and wet. God, she’s right, I am ripe. Only five months to go!
“Thanks!” I say. “We’ll talk later.” I stand up, gently depositing the petite woman on her feet. “Right now Bella is taking me for a moonlit walk.”
“Sure, dude.” Pete rises. “I’m going to go and dance now... know what I mean?”
Before I can respond, Bella slips two fingers under my collar and leads me towards the exit.
Over on the other side of the Dining Room, Leggy Brunette is leaning closer to Ginger Guy, and talking. Whatever he’s doing is working, but it’s going to take him a while.
Bella slips her small hand in mine and leads me across the lawn.
There’s a warm breeze, and the moonlit grounds are scattered with fake temples and statues. It’s easy to imagine we’re are on honeymoon on Greek island.
Which is silly, because I barely know anything about 2030s Bella, other than she’s funny and sexy in her sun dress and --- because I looked her up --- is, ahem, “Artemis Professor of Astrophysics” at somewhere prestigious.
OK, smart as well as hot.
As we pass a sculpture of a nymph and shepherd getting it on, I ask, “Who did you actually go out with at university?”
“Oh, nobody.”
“What?”
Bella laughs, genuine, not a flirty giggle. “I just used to sit on laps then go off and use my vibrator.”
All the blood drains from my brain into my cock. I stumble and lose her hand. “What?”
“What, what?” she asks. “I mean, I used to also use my fingers, but the vibrator was faster.”
“And after?”
“I used to get back to my studies.”
“No, I mean, after university?”
“I’ve had several boyfriends.” She veers towards a tall hedge. “All thanks the Artemis program.”
In the moonlight I can just read the sign. “Labyrinth. What if we get lost!”
Bella giggles and goes in ahead of me. “I know the way. Just keep to the left.”
I follow her flickering yellow sun dress through the gloomy channels between hedges. “So you only date chastes?”
“Yes, for as long as they last. I’m still technically a virgin by the old reckoning. The semantics of it all are fascinating, aren’t they?”
Suddenly we’re in the grassy centre of the maze, with only a statue of Diana the Huntress for company.
Bella lies down on the glass and forms an X. Her spread legs cause her frilly hem to ride up, exposing her pussy --- no underwear!
My pierced penis heaves hopelessly.
In the moonlight, her pubic hair is just a dark triangle and her skin pale grey. However, her yellow sun dress is almost luminous, like it’s been photo-shopped in. She sighs happily. “Do me while I look at the stars. There’s a dildo in my handbag.”
My hips twitch. “What happened to the flirting?”
“Not necessary.” She seems to note my disappointed face. Her teeth flash. “Oh, OK then.” She peels down her dress to unveil two white domes with thick nipples. She wriggles, making them wobble. “You’ll remember this when you finally jerk off.”
I groan and drop to my knees beside her. I give her a sideways kiss on the lips. She firmly shoves me towards her bare breasts. “No necking.”
The soft flesh bulges into my mouth and there’s her nipple. I grind it with my tongue.
Bella sighs. “Better.”
I slide my right hand down her flank, past the hem onto her smooth outer thigh.
She bends her knees. “Go on.”
I circle her thigh and slide my hand onto her crotch.
It’s warm and wet and furry on my palm.
Bella groans. “Flirting always used to take so much effort.”
I make a hook of two fingers, circle them in the soft flesh then slide them in.
“Oh yes...” Another groan. Her vagina clenches around my fingers. “And masturbation was lonely.” She raises her head. “Bradley? Are you going to use that dildo?”
Without removing my fingers from their warm refuge, I kneel up.
Bella reaches for her handbag and --- like an otter opening a clam --- places it on her belly and pulls out a big thick dildo. Another rippling clench from her vagina.
“Jesus! That thing...” I finish mentally, Is bigger than the one Mariella made me use.
I mean, it’s even got big ugly veins!
“Modelled on a famous Japanese pornographic print.” Bella laughs, making her bare breasts quiver in the moonlight. “Got penis envy, have you?”
My fingers slurp free of her vagina. A little fumbling and I have my flies unbuttoned and the monster dildo installed in my magic boxers. Suddenly I’m too hot and sticky. I stand up. Under the blank gaze of the statue of Diana, I kick off my shoes and chinos. Then I kneel between her legs and go on all fours.
Bella is looking past me, up at the stars. However, she reaches a hand between us and guides the dildo in. “Fuck me.”
Keeping the weight on my arms, I carefully sink my hips.
Bella tilts her pelvis, wraps her bare legs around mine so the heels of her pumps scrape my shins. A longer sigh, then a groan. Still looking past me at the stars, she says, “Fucking chastes is much less effort than teasing basics. I-”
Before she can finish the sentence, I twitch my hips in-out. There’s a wet click.
Bella bucks under me, making her breasts wobble, groans.
My groin tightens like it’s wrapped in barbed wire and I groan too.
She giggles. “Men are so silly.”
Damn her! I keep up the twitching. The wet clicks become obscene, groin-tightening splats as I pound her into the lawn.
Bella writhes, pinned by my massive prosthetic penis. “You... don’t... even...” She gasps. “Get... to... oh god oh god... CUM!”
I ease to a stop.
She grins up at me. “Easy as you pull out.”
I slowly withdraw the dildo and roll back onto my knees.
Still topless, Bella sits up and pushes me onto my back, so now it’s my turn to stare at the stars.
“Look,” she says.
I raise my head from the grass and see she’s giving the dildo a blow job the way Lydia did on our Valentine’s date. My caged cock strains, as if it could get loose and take the silicone one’s place.
Bella rears up, the dildo still in her mouth but free of my magic boxers. She replaces it in her handbag. “While you’re waiting half a year to masturbate over this, think of me masturbating over you not being able to masturbate.”
My head whirls. A painful spasm goes through my groin. I reach for her. “Bella...”
But the petite woman is already on her feet. “Well, I’m going back to the party to see if I can manage a two-for --- assuming some other huntress hasn’t bagged Pete.” She adjusts the yellow sun dress to cover her breasts. Now she looks sweet and pretty and cute.
“Wait,” I say. “Bella. Is this... is this how you want to live? I’ll be free soon and...”
“Oh, poor Bradley,” she says. “Yes, I am going to start dating basics next year... but you’re not really husband material are you?”
“But...”
“What are you? Some kind of graphic designer. They’re ten-a-penny. And you’re hardly going to sparkle at the kind of dinner parties I go to.” She steps past me. “Now remember to give me a few minutes start.”
“But...”
I don’t know my way out of the maze!
I jump to my feet to follow her to safety, remember my chinos.
By the time I’m dressed, she’s gone. I can’t help it, I start to blubber. There’s my five wasted years. But I’ll be no good at normal dating. And Lydia has to be honest broken my heart and...
And Bella is right. I’m a loser with no real professional prospects, and I can’t imagine holding up my end of an intellectual conversation.
I have a flash of sitting next to Caroline at some swish lawyer do, her sharply erudite in witty conversation, me kind of smiling stupidly...
I curl up on the grass at the feet of the stone statue of Diana.
The warm wind blows, and I doze with fever dreams of Caroline and her whips and...
A deep female voice declares, “Found you Bradley Jones!”
I sit up.
The moon’s almost set, but there’s enough light to illuminate the naked woman padding across the grass towards me, big firm breasts swinging a with each confident pace.
My cock inflates to strain against its forever-cage.
“Ada!” I squirm onto my knees. “What... where are your clothes?”
Ada tosses back her long blond hair. “Where I can find them. Get undressed.”
I start to obey.
She pads closer. “Do you have a dildo?”
I nod.
“Leave the boxers on then and install it.”
Ada arranges herself on the grass, knees bent, hands pillowing her head, her fanned blond tresses white in the moonlight.
Naked now --- yes, except for the boxers and dildo, but I do feel naked --- I once more kneel between a woman’s feet.
“Oral first,” she says.
Ada’s pussy is big and welcoming. I rub my face against the fur, smear the juices over my mouth and cheeks, then trawl my tongue between fleshy lips. Her clitoris is big and hooded, more button than nub. I flick it.
Ada shudders and gasps. Her fingers slide around the back of my head, snagging my collar. She crushes my face into her groin. “More!”
I labour to haul air through my nostrils. It brings with it her deep musk - rich honey and soy. The scent turns my throbbing groin into an engine, powering my tongue into a flickering overdrive.
She lets out a surprised, “Oh!” Then a deep groan. And another. “Quick. Fuck me.”
I wrench my face free and crawl forward to mount her.
She wraps me in her powerful arms and legs, squashes my chest against her big breasts. The dildo squelches home.
Ada grunts like a boxer taking a jab to the gut.
I dig my toes into the grass for a better purchase and work my buttocks and thigh muscles.
The squelches in and out.
She grunts and heaves under me and it’s like riding an inflatable raft through rapids. My feet lift off the ground. I scrabble frantically, some how dig my does in again and keep that dildo moving.
The grunting turns into a throaty growl, then a whimper.
Ada goes limp.
I make to disentangle myself.
She catches me in a bear hug, clamps me to her sweaty skin. “No, stay.”
I lie there, groin pulsing while she strokes my hair. “How long will it be?”
“Five months, with luck.”
“Well,” she says, “I owe you a big blow job once you’re a unlocked.”
My penis spasms wetly. I whimper.
She chuckles. “And maybe we can work on your staying power together?”
“Uh,” I say, not sure what she’s offering.
“I mean think about it, Bradley. You’re some kind of artist, which makes you flexible but skint. I work weird hours, but I’ve got enough money for both of us. I need somebody to keep house and be there when I come back from a 4 am callout. It could really work.”
“I...” Ada is soft and raunchy and smells good, but she’s still not that interesting. “I can’t think beyond December.” Which is kind of true and a lie at the same time.
“Sensible,” says Ada. “You’ll need some post nut clarity before you can make any decisions. The blow job offer is good regardless of whether or not you want a relationship after.”
Now I feel guilty. “That’s very understanding.”
“Just sensible. Plus an orgasm after five years --- that will be quite a show.”
“Thar she blows!” I cry in my best Mad Whaling Captain voice.
“I don’t get it.”
“Well...”
“Never mind.” She gives me a shove. “Get off so I can turn over. Doggy position next, then I’ll go on top.”
While you’re waiting for the next episode, click through to see my other chastity erotica…
Hey Giles, spotted a typo for you, look for the line "Ada is looking past me, up at the stars", it should be Bella.