Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 14 (Free Read!)
Femdom romance in a world where Chaste is an identity and the NHS installs permanent chastity devices.
“This way,” says Caroline.
Mariella follows the taller woman across the first-floor landing, and each click of her heels puts my teeth on edge.
This is the second time I’ve been in Caroline’s house, but the first time I’ve entered through the front door like a proper guest.
Even so, I’m miserable.
I know sex means simulated sex --- there’s no way out of this chastity cage --- but it’s still some kind of sex with Caroline. It should be enchanted and romantic like our kiss in the Institute library, not a performance for a lecherous cougar to drool over.
And my magic boxers still feel sticky. I probably reek of semen.
Oh my god this is the worst night of my life.
Caroline throws open a door. “The Master Bedroom.”
“That’s marvellous,” exclaims Mariella in her sexy throaty voice.
It is!
Caroline’s massive bedroom is all Victorian charm, with burgundy walls, and period-looking mahogany furniture including a chunky four-poster bed. The window is open a crack, letting in the warm evening breeze and the rumble of the city.
Caroline looks at me over Mariella’s head. She gestures with her chin. “Bradley --- why don’t you undress in the bathroom?” She wrinkles her perfect nose. “Be sure to wash your face.”
There’s a bathroom across the landing.
I strip off, and yes, my boxers are rank with leaked semen. However, I have a secret weapon in my man bag; Lydia’s silicone dong thong.
I use wet wipes to clean myself up, then struggle into the tight-fitting rubbery garment. I get the fake scrotum sack over my caged genitals. A little fiddling and my pubic hair is mostly coming through the front mesh.
At last I stand in front of the handy full-length mirror. Unless you noticed how large my “balls” are, or looked closely at the silicone mesh around my loins, you’d think I were a well-endowed naked man in a glass collar.
Perfect.
I remember how Roger made Caroline orgasm... presumably with his penis. If she could have real sex with him, then perhaps simulated sex will set her up for really making love with me?
One last check in the mirror then I march across the hall into the bedroom.
Mariella has kicked off her heels and is curled up in a big armchair. Caroline is perched on the arm. She gasps and stands up. “But..?”
I freeze. What’s the matter?
Oh, her big brown eyes seem focused on my crotch.
“This?” I say, pinging the dildo so it wobbles. “A really good prosthetic.”
Caroline laughs. “Well you had me fooled for a moment.” She brushes down her green pleated dress. “Mariella? How do you want to do this?” Her ever-so-slight lisp makes her words sound sweet and innocent.
“Well,” drawls the blonde cougar, “I’d like to see Bradley seduce you then give you a really good seeing to.”
Caroline nods. “Bradley?”
I take a pace forward, but I just want to fall on my knees and kiss her feet again.
Caroline scrutinises me. Is that a smirk on her ever-pouting lips? “What’s the matter?”
“I...” My cheeks burn. “I don’t know what to do.”
Mariella leans forward in her chair. “What ever do you mean, Bradley? As far as I am concerned, you’re a super stud.”
I shake my head miserably. “My sexual super power is doing as I’m told.”
“Ah,” says Caroline. She looks over her shoulder at the other woman. “Why don’t you control Bradley?”
“Oh.” Mariella colours a little. “Okay.” She unfolds her sleek bare legs and sits forward. “Bradley, she has lovely lips. Why don’t you kiss her like earlier?”
Prosthetic penis wobbling, I stumble forward a few steps.
Caroline glances down. “Keep that thing off my dress.”
Obediently, I lean over so as not to bump her with the silicone dong. Of course, that means I can’t actually reach her mouth. I flush stupidly.
Caroline laughs. “He’s too short.”
“Okay,” drawls Mariella. “Lie on the bed and we’ll pick up from there.”
Caroline drapes herself on the quilt, arms by her sides.
I climb up beside her and --- on my hands and knees --- kiss her mouth. It’s like kissing a doll. My groin feels loose.
“Better.” Mariella sounds even more husky than normal. “No tongue. I want you to tease those luscious lips with your mouth.”
I tilt me head and suck at her pouty lower lip, draw it out, scrape it with my teeth.
Caroline sighs. Her long limbs shift on the coverlet and now my groin does tighten.
“Caress her flanks,” orders Mariella
Still on my hands and knees, I gingerly reach a hand to the side of Caroline’s chest and sweep it down over her trim waist and onto her slender hips.
As I repeat the stroke, Mariella drawls, “Isn’t she positively sylphlike? What a pity you aren’t going to actually fuck her.”
Caroline shudders and bends her knees a little.
I keep up the caressing and the lip-sucking while the lust builds up in my caged groin.
Somewhere, a car toots its horn. A motorbike revs done some nearby alley.
Mariella waits until the suspense becomes unbearable. “Now reach behind her neck and untie the halter.”
I release Caroline’s lip and kneel up.
Big brown eyes locked to mine, she lifts her head for me to pull the bow.
“Ease her dress down.”
I tug the green fabric over her shoulders. She arches her back. Another tug, and her breasts are bare; firm white globes with nipples like fingertips dipped in raspberry ice cream.
Mariella gasps. “Perfect.” She shifts in her chair. “If you don’t mind I’m just going to take off my knickers before they get any wetter.”
Caroline doesn’t shift her gaze from me. “Please feel free. There’s a clean vibrator in the top drawer of the dresser if that would help.”
“That’s kind, but...” Mariella sounds ragged.
Is that a rhythmic squelching?
I want to look, but I don’t want to lose contact with Caroline stare.
“Now...” Louder squelches. “...pinch her nipples.”
Trembling slightly, I reach out and capture each nipple between finger and thumb.
The sensation in my fingertips is so intense it feels like an electric shock. Somewhere in the dark, my penis prickles and ripples.
Each nipple is hard and erect.
I gentle squeeze and roll them.
Caroline shifts.“Oh so good so good.”
Why didn’t I know to do this?
Mariella lets out a long, “Mmmmmm.” She sighs raggedly. “Now wet her right nipple with your tongue then blow on it.”
I duck my head, extend my tongue...
The contact jolts through me. A spurt escapes my caged penis. (But that’s OK. The silicone sack pouch will collect everything. Tonight I am invincible.)
I circle her nipple, slather it with saliva. Then I blow, chilling the exquisite nub of flesh.
Caroline squirms. “Oh god. I need... Ah...”
Mariella chuckles. “Now you know how Bradley feels, only you are going to have an orgasm tonight.”
My groin clenches as if in protest but Caroline merely... purrs.
“Now why don’t you peel off that lovely dress and so we can see what beauty it conceals?”
Once again I kneel back and tug at the bottle-green fabric. Caroline lifts her buttocks and I draw both dress and silk underskirt over her slender hips, unveiling her mossy triangle. My tongue has left a damp furrow, exposing her pouting inner lips.
As I draw the clothing down Caroline’s long legs, Mariella orders, “Don’t let it crease. Drape if over the other chair.”
I scramble off the bed with the expensive garment.
Mariella is sprawled in the armchair, grey and black speckled dress hiked up to her waist. One hand is on her blond-thatched crotch, the other thumbs a nipple through the fabric of her dress.
She rises and walks over to the foot of the bed. “Oh My God, you’re... unearthly.”
I plonk the dress over the other chair and hurry back before she can take over. I freeze at the side of the bed, while my cock shrinks around its piercing hook. It’s all too much.
Caroline is unearthly.
This is the second time I’ve seen her naked, but she is just as uncanny as before. Some how, despite her being a sharp-minded top lawyer, when you strip off Caroline’s clothes she becomes like some stone age symbol of primal womanhood --- she’s nothing but a great wavy ocean of hair spread out around her head like a dark halo then eyes, lips, nipples, and lips again. And she glows, as if radiating pure sex.
Caroline raises her head. “You may touch me if you like.”
“Uh.” Mariella fans herself. “No... I...”
“Well then,” says Caroline, “I suggest we continue.”
“Okay!” Mariella claps her hands. “Bradley, suck a nipple and stroke those gorgeous thighs.”
I spring onto the bed and lie on my side next to her like a real lover... which feels oddly disrespectful. However, I have my orders. Propping myself up on my left arm, I get my mouth over her small breast.
Caroline’s skin has a tang of soap and perfume and salt. She lets out a groan that mingles with her taste to spiral into my cage, reviving my awestruck penis so that it strains against its prison.
I ease my mouth off her breast until I’m just sucking her long nipple. I tongue it like a clitoris and she squirms against me... endless sleek body sliding against mine, setting my penis twitching and pulsing in its cage.
“Thigh,” prompts Mariella, still standing over us at the foot of the bed.
I run my free hand over Caroline’s naked flank to her outer thigh, then circle into the soft space between. I spread my fingers to touch both thighs and make long strokes from knees all the way up to the prickly tips of her pubic hair.
Caroline parts her legs. “Dear God, please!”
Mariella chuckles. “Go on, Bradley, finger her.”
I end my next stroke with my palm cupping Caroline’s furry crotch. Her swollen lips are hot and wet against my fingers. I form a hook with my first two digits and swirl the tips into her soft moist flesh. Her vagina ripples and squeezes as I enter. My groin beats like a second heart, and I let it set the pace for my finger rubbing the roof of her pulsing vagina and for my tongue grinding her nipple.
Caroline sighs. “Faster!”
“No,” says Mariella. “We don’t want to peak early... not that you can peak Bradley.”
Caroline draws in her long legs, rocks her pelvis, as if to urge me on. But, Mariella’s in charge, so I just keep up a steady tick-tock pace of rubbing and licking.
“Oh God!” exclaims Caroline. “Please!”
A wet spasm runs through my cage.
Mariella chuckles. “Go on, Bradley, fuck her. That’s what I came for.”
This is it!
But as I detach from her nipple and rise up, there’s a sticky slackness in my groin.
I move to kneel between her open legs and I know --- just know --- that I’ll never be man enough for this cold, sensuous goddess.
Caroline sighs and stretches. Her brown eyes meet mine and I fall into her... a slow motion fall like honey tipped from a jar.
There’s a slight resistance. I glance down.
The dildo sinks between her pouting vaginal lips.
I’m having sex! I’m having sex with Caroline Darcy.
My penis flexes in its prison --- too stupid to know it’s out-classed.
Caroline grabs my head, crushes my face to her shoulder. Her long legs wrap around mine; soft inner thighs pressing into my thighs, feet behind my shins.
“Beautiful!” drawls Mariella. She’s pacing around the bed, ducking to get a better view. “You’re so beautiful together. Can I still touch?”
“Yes.” Caroline raises her head. “But make him move.”
“Go on,” says Mariella. “Slow thrusts. Rock your hips.”
I do as I’m told. The I work my hips at a leisurely pace while I nuzzle her neck, suck at her shoulder blade, taste her.
Caroline makes little whimpering sounds.
I can do this! I’m sure I’ll get my staying power back. I just need to get her hooked.
Mariella’s hand trails over my buttocks, down my thigh, then I sense her stroking Caroline’s legs. “Faster now.”
I pick up the pace. The dildo churns inelegant squelches from Caroline’s vagina, but there’s no hint of her throaty sound. For all that she must be sopping wet, she’s not close to orgasm.
Mariella brushes the nape of my neck, under my glass collar. “How do you feel, Bradley?”
I take my mouth from Caroline’s shoulder and answer without breaking the rhythm of the squelching thrusts. “Lost...” I manage.
“You’re fucking the most beautiful woman in the world,” purrs Mariella, “and you can’t feel anything in your dick.”
“I don’t care I love her,” I blurt. My groin spasms painfully. “Oh God!”
Wait! What did I say?
“You’ll always know what it looks like, but you’ll never know what it would have felt like.”
I just sob. My cheeks sting with salty tears.
Caroline makes her throaty squeak.
Mariella moves closer. Her voice is loud in my ear. “You’ve got to live through the next six months with this in your head, on constant loop.”
I whimper.
Another squeak from Caroline.
“Imagine if you were a... capon? You know what those are?”
My cock clenches in its cage. “Oh Jesus.”
“To endlessly fuck the most beautiful woman and never ever cum. To...”
Caroline interrupts with her eerie orgasmic cry. Her nails gouge my back.
I put on one last burst of speed, slamming the dildo in and out.
Caroline shudders under me, arks her back, almost lifts me off the bed and lets out a banshee scream.
I slow down and withdraw. My tears splat on the dildo to mingle with the coating of her juices.
Caroline catches my eye, then flinches her gaze away.
“Oh My God. I’m sopping wet.” Mariella sits on the edge of the bed then lies back. She hikes up her dress, reaches between her legs and rubs. “Look... what... I can do Brad....le...y!” My name blurs into a groan.
My brains feels spins down into my groin and I just kneel there shaking.
Caroline sobs. “I’m a monster.”
“What?” Mariella sits up and squirms around to face us. “You’re beautiful.”
“No, I’m a monster.”
“But this was your idea.”
“Not that.” Caroline rolls over onto her front so her hair falls over her face.
I lavish my gaze on the smooth expanse of her back, and the understated curve that sweeps up onto her small buttocks, the dark space between her thighs. I want to tell her it’s OK, that I’m OK, but it’s not and I’m not.
But I’m also rock hard inside my chastity cage, and I’ve never felt more alive.
“What then?” prompts Mariella, her voice breathy; she’s also enjoying what she’s seeing.
Caroline speaks from behind a cloak of wild brown hair. “I only climaxed when you... referenced Bradley’s state and I realised how cruel I was being to him. Then I realised this whole escapade was born out of cruelty. I turned his romantic interlude into a sordid threesome.”
Mariella flashes me a grin. She’s not offended. “Dear girl,” she drawls. “In the bad old days, women went for entire lifetimes without orgasms. The boot’s on the other foot, that’s all.”
“But I’m a... sadist.”
“And yet he’s still here. Lapping it up. Lapping you up.” Mariella rolls off the bed and pads over to the armchair.
“There’s more.” Caroline is slightly muffled by her pillow. “There are whips and chains.”
“Lucky Bradley!” says Mariella. She scoops up her discarded knickers, considers them, then bundles them into her handbag. “Don’t wait until you’re fifty to be yourself.”
Caroline sobs.
Mariella sits down and crosses an elegant leg to pull on a black high-heeled shoe. “Don’t turn away from love because it seems fucked up. We’re all fuck ups, darling. The trick is to match the broken edges.” She pulls on the second shoe and rises, smooths down her dress. “I must get home. I’m having brunch with my son tomorrow morning. I’d say call me for a repeat performance, but I think you two young people need to work things out before you have more threesomes. I’ll let myself out. It’s been lovely... by which I mean I shall masturbate over this many, many times.”
We listen to her heels click down the landing, the stairs. The front door opens, closes.
We are alone together.
Caroline rolls over, bathing me in the glow of her holy quartet of pouting lips, pointy nipples and big brown eyes. My cock tries to rear up free of its cage.
Her eyes flash. “Maybe, for Christmas, I could buy you a replacement cage that you could wear... some of the time? There must be a manufacturer somewhere who’ll make you one.”
I nod. “That would work.”
OK; Sort of work.
Once they remove the Chaste Maker, it will be a couple of years before I can take a piercing, and Artemis’s anti-orgasm technology is propriety anyway. So I can wear a cage for Caroline, but it won’t be remotely secure. That thought makes me feel uncomfortably naked.
Caroline gestures at the dildo. “Take off that thing,” she says, “and hold me.”
I have a sleepless night, awash in her scent, floating on desire.
In the morning, I slip out of bed to bring her breakfast. The kitchen is still a mess --- as is most of the house. She was telling the truth about the cleaning service. I find her angelically asleep, so I do some tidying.
When she wakes up, we come to an arrangement much like what Ada had in mind, except no blow jobs.
I move in as her official concubine. (Can you believe the CARGO act actually has a section on that? Mostly it’s to stop me getting the rights of a live-in partner. It caused a real furore from women’s groups, but it turned out to be mostly used by women to manage their feckless boyfriends...)
So, now I’m keeping house and doing art in a room reserved for my studio. I’m also using her wonderful kitchen to cater for the most amazing dinner parties.
And, guess what?
Contrary to what Bella said at the reunion, I do have dinner conversation. Years of slutting have made me great at asking the right questions, getting people talking. I can be a social asset without having anything to say!
Minnie and Wendy agree we’re a cute couple, and Minnie says she was right all along when she tried to matchmake at that Christmas party.
We hear on the grapevine that Lydia is dating Roger. There’s a nasty pattern there if you look. She only became really interested in me when I got drawn into Caroline’s orbit.
Meanwhile, perhaps because of all this, we have lots of sex... vanilla sex with no whips and chains... though the spanking bench is still lurking in a basement storeroom.
Neither of us mention my chaste state, nor do we reference my fast approaching operation.
With any luck, this is Caroline’s bridge to normality. We’ll have real sex under our first Christmas tree --- OK that’s too ambitious because healing takes a couple of months, but that’s the spirit! --- and won’t ever need a replacement chastity cage.
Autumn brings with it women in knee-length boots crunching through fallen leaves. I’d be a walking horn if I could get properly erect, but that’s OK. I share a bed with the woman I love, and I’m content and fulfilled for the first time in my adult life.
At last, the bad weather sets in and I’m only weeks from my operation.
One night, the doorbell rings. I open it, expecting “Trick or Treat”.
Lydia gives me her trade-mark ragged-tooth smile. “Stay there Jones. I’m rescuing you.”
I just gape at her.
She pushes past. “This won’t take long.” At the foot of the stairs, she bellows. “Caroline? Where the bloody hell are you? Show yourself!”
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