Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 15 (Free Read!)
Femdom romance in a world where Chaste is an identity and the NHS installs permanent chastity devices.
Her leather jacket dripping rainwater, Lydia stomps into the entrance hall and yells up the stairs, “Caroline! Where the bloody hell are you?”
I hover awkwardly, vaguely feeling I should take her coat. At the same time, I’m aware I just ran a bath for Caroline. I should probably go up and warn her the her angry ex-wife --- my ex-girlfriend --- has just forced her way into her house.
“CARO---!” Lydia falls silent.
My girlfriend has appeared at the top of the stairs and she looks stunning! Her bushy hair is unbound. She’s wearing her Chinese dressing gown. Red-gold dragons snake over the deep green silk that clings to her lithe form but stops half way down her slender thighs.
It’s stupid, but I get hard in my cage just looking up at her. I suppose I was hard anyway. Caroline always enjoys a good licking after a workout, and --- though I’ve washed my face --- I can still taste her pussy.
My girlfriend’s big eyes twinkle. “Lydia? I thought we had done closure.”
“Fuck your closure!” Lydia’s boots clump as she bounds up the staircase. “You... you crazy narcissistic bitch!”
I scramble after my ex-girlfriend, not sure what I’m supposed to do.
I find the two women facing off on the landing, eyes blazing; Lydia’s narrowed gimlets versus Caroline’s mesmerising brown orbs. In her leather jacket and black dress, Lydia looks like a vampire hunter confronting an ageless revenant.
The fiery energy tightens my caged groin so all I can do is stand here rooted to the spot like some enthralled victim awaiting his fate.
Lydia glances at me then squares her jaw. “How dare you enslave poor Jones. Let him go!”
Caroline strokes the top of a bookshelf and examines her fingers. She sniffs. “If he were my slave, I’d hold him to higher domestic standards, don’t you think? I have no hold over him.”
She’s right. We’re exclusive on HrLckr, but by mutual consent.
But --- wait! --- what’s this about my domestic standards?
Lydia laughs sarcastically. “Of course you have a bloody hold over him! You’re so proud of your gargantuan intellect. But when Caroline Darcy wants something --- like a free housekeeper or a human chew toy --- she uses her body to get it. You’re a monster!”
Caroline’s hand lashes out, strikes Lydia’s cheek with a resounding SLAP! “How dare you!”
Lydia puts a hand to her cheek. “Monster!”
Caroline makes to deliver a backhand slap to the other cheek.
Lydia grabs the taller woman’s wrist in what turns into a weird arm lock, slides a booted foot behind Caroline’s bare leg and bends her backwards over her hip so that the Chinese robe falls open to the waist sash, revealing long bare legs and the neat mossy triangle between her slender thighs. “I’ve gone back to Martial Arts class, by the way!”
I take a step forward to intervene.
However, as Caroline falls to the rug, she yelps and grabs a hank of Lydia’s long hair.
Lydia screams and lands on top of Caroline.
The taller woman pushes off, rolls, lands with long bare legs astride her ex-wife. She punctuates her words with slaps to Lydia’s face. “How... dare... you...!”
I look down at them, perplexed I mean, now what? My girlfriend’s beating up my ex-girlfriend.
Lydia reaches up, blocks with both arms and rips the silky gown open to expose Caroline’s small firm breasts with their big nipples.
Caroline emits a surprised gasp.
Lydia pinches both nipples... pinches and twists them, hard. “Psycho monster!”
Caroline screams and leaps to her feet, robe billowing open, bruised nipples standing out like red fruit pastilles. She cups her small breasts to contemplate the damage. “Ouch! Are you insane?”
Now’s the moment to tell them to stop and behave like adults. I take a deep breath then realise I’m not comfortable telling either of them what to do.
Lydia starts to rise, but gets no further than her knees. Her eyes narrow to become twinkling beads. “Bloody hell. I’d forgotten...”
“Forgotten what exactly?” Caroline shrugs and the silk robe floats to the floor. “Oh, this monstrous body that I use to get what I want, you mean?”
Lydia whimpers.
There’s a moment of stillness; Lydia, still wearing her black leather jacket and boots kneeling like a worshipper before Caroline, who’s radiantly naked with the green silk robe pooled behind her. I want to rescue the expensive garment that I have to be so careful when washing. Instead, I stand very still indeed, afraid to attract attention.
Finally, Lydia sighs. She rolls onto her hands and knees and kisses Caroline’s perfect toes.
Caroline nods. “That’s better.”
Still kissing her ex-wife’s feet, Lydia unzips her leather jacket and struggles to get out of it without kneeling up.
Hang on! That’s my girlfriend’s feet she’s kissing. I take a step forward. Enough is enough...
Caroline glances at me. “Oh, good, help her Bradley.”
I dart in to stand behind Lydia. She puts her hands back I pull the garment over her arms. I steal a glance at Caroline.
Her nipples are still swollen and ruby red... as are the inner lips pouting through her pubic curls. She still smells of fresh perspiration from her workout, and her musk mingles with the scent of Lydia’s perfume.
My captive cock throbs, making my legs wobble --- they seem to have turned to jelly. Stumbling, I drape the leather jacket on the banister.
Caroline points down as you would a dog, and I drop to my knees to wait for more orders.
Wait a moment...
No I’m meant to say that aloud. “Wh...,” I stammer.
Freed of her jacket, Lydia twists her head between Caroline’s legs. Making little whimpering sounds, she kisses first her ankle, then pecks her way up the sleek calf muscle.
Jesus.
I do say that, but under my breath.
“You really cannot...” Caroline gasps, making her small breasts quiver. “...resit, can you?”
Whimpering loudly now, Lydia trails her kisses over Caroline’s knee and then the very edge of the lower thigh.
Caroline shifts her bare feet further apart so that her endless legs form a V pointing to the pouting inner lips of her vagina, which are already swollen and glistening.
Lydia kisses up the her tender inner thigh, shuffles forward, slides her hands around the tall woman’s pert buttocks and kisses her full on the vulva.
My groin prickles. I shudder and reality itself seems to wobble.
I mean... I’ve had threesomes before... but not ones that mattered to me. I feel like a portal has opened up into a new world. Any moment now and I’ll get to join in...
Caroline slides her fingers into the kneeling woman’s long hair. “Mmm... I have indeed missed you.”
No. Wait! Lydia just just get to walk in here and take Caroline from me! I need to put firm a stop to this!
Still on her knees, Lydia sucks so hard her cheeks cave.... sucks and swallows and makes a frantic mewling sound in her throat as if she can’t get enough of Caroline’s juices.
The blood drains from my brain and into my groin. The chastity cage clenches around my pierced penis.
Caroline pulls away.
Lydia cries, “No... please!” She falls forward onto her hands and knees. She licks her lips with a frantic desperation. “Please... please...”
Caroline turns towards the bedroom. “Follow. Both of you.”
At last!
I leap to my feet and almost crash into Lydia, who seems about as steady as a baby giraffe. I follow her into the Master Bedroom.
Caroline has arranged herself on the double bed, knees bent, long legs shamelessly spread.
Lydia dives forward and lands like a swimmer half out of the water, her arms around my girlfriend’s thighs, her face between them. She stretches. Her hands capture a small breast each.
Caroline... squeaks, moans. Her long limbs squirm. Her bare feet stroke Lydia’s back, ruffle material of her dress, then withdraw.
Lydia lets out a muffled groan. The bedroom fills with the sound of an enthusiastic tongue squelching in wet pussy.
Threesomes involving chastes aren’t actually that common, though you do hear wild stories about CARGO generation students, so maybe that’s changing.
Usually, we’re involved because one or both women is bi-curious but doesn’t want to do pussy. So, they snog and caress, we lick, and everybody us happy and wet.
However, sometimes we’re a tame dick. One woman likes to have her cock and eat pussy. I guess that’s going to happen here. I’m already in my magic boxers, and there are dildos in the bedside cabinet to...
Caroline raises her head, opens her mouth. Flushes. Finally manages, “Bradley --- strip her naked.” Her head flops back on the pillow. She emits another squeak, deeper, more fox like.
At last! Here we go...
I stagger forward, closer to the insistent wet sound and the mingling aroma of aroused women.
Lydia’s dress unbuttons down the back. Her spine flexes as she licks, as if she could somehow burrow into Caroline, but it’s easy enough to unfasten the black fabric as far as her waist. It being winter, she’s wearing a black sleeved vest underneath.
How am I going to remove that?
“Oh!” cries Caroline. “Oh...” Her voice rises into the orgasmic screech that I’ve grown so familiar with, only now it’s not me causing it.
Even so, the sound buffets me, makes it hard to think.
At length, Caroline subsides a little and goes back to her uncanny squeaking, building up to her next orgasm.
I’m going to have to be very careful not to spoil this moment.
I bend over and try to get the black dress over Lydia’s wide hips.
Still squelching away with her tongue, she lifts off the bed a little. I get the dress down as far as her boots.
She’s wearing pantihose underneath, so now I unzip each boot, then strip her of tights, knickers and socks all at once, just as Caroline squawks to another orgasm.
I drop to my knees and find myself staring at where Lydia’s long buttocks and thighs meet to form a diamond-frame around her neat pussy. Her near outer lips are parted just enough to reveal her coy inner lips, which throb visibly in time to Caroline’s uncanny cries.
I want to finger her, or lick her, or get my dildo and fuck her!
Soon! Soon!
I drag myself to my feet and bend over Lydia to lift her vest. I unclip her bra strap, sense her full breasts flop free.
The warm air rises from her pussy and bathes my face in her scent and it’s like I’m on a runaway train, serving drinks as we hurtle across a stormy landscape of cliffs and mountains.
I tug suggestively at the vest.
Lydia releases Caroline’s breasts and raises her arms. There’s a brief loss of mouth-to-pussy contact, then she’s back at work.
Like a great spider, Caroline lifts her long feet and strokes Lydia’s bare back. Her eyes roll back and she screams like a fox.
The sound whirls through my chastity device, tightening it like a noose of barbed wire. I shudder and rock on my feet.
Caroline signs and flops her legs down, dragging Lydia’s hands away from her breasts. “Gosh. That was something.”
My shoulders sag. I’m the only one still clothed and I didn’t get to do anything.
*Some threesome!
But then, that means the danger has passed. Maybe I should offer Lydia a cup of tea... you know... before she leaves...*
Caroline curls forward, grabs Lydia under the arms and draws her up over her so that skin slides against skin and they kiss, long and sloppily.
At length, Lydia groans and lifts off to press her crotch into Caroline’s left leg. “My turn. It’s OK, I know the score.”
Caroline glances my direction. “Bradley...”
I laugh. “Finally...”
Lydia laughs. “I don’t need him.” She grinds her mossy pussy against her the other woman’s hip bone, drags it down her thigh leaving a glittering trail. “I’m going to rub off all over your gorgeous body. For old time’s sake.”
“Be my guest. Even so. Bradley - contents of pink zip bag, bottom drawer of bedside table.”
I scramble around the bed to open the drawer where she keeps her sex toys. Sure enough, at the back is a pink zip bag.
Lydia groans. “Oh god you’re... so beautiful.”
I unzip the bag. It’s a ruby coloured double-ended dildo shaped like a “J” --- but without the crossbar, of course! One dildo is short and bulbous, the other is longer and more realistic.
I actually feel relieved!
What am I scared of...?
“You... Mmmm.... kept that?” says Lydia, stroking Caroline’s shin with her pussy. “I thought you didn’t like...”
“I’ve been practising with Bradley and his prosthetics,” says Caroline.
Lydia shifts to trap a thigh and talks as she shuffles, “You... sounded like you were doing... mmm... fine!” She gasps. “With Roger.”
“Oh, at the hotel?” Caroline laughs, and seems strangely oblivious to the naked woman painting her skin with her juices. “No, I made him go down on me. He protested, but ---.” Caroline raises her thigh just a little to make things easier for her ex-wife.
Lydia massages her own breasts. Her hips convulse. “Bloody...” She lets out a long, “Ohhhh.” Then she flicks back her long hair and sighs.
“--as you say,” continues Caroline. “I can get what I want with my body. And his ejaculations were too premature for us to have penetrative sex.”
Lydia laughs. “How premature.”
“Opening my legs was enough.”
“Hmm.” Lydia glances at the double-headed dildo that I’m still cradling, like one of the Three Wise Men in a bible painting. “So now you want me to find the energy and the kegels to give you a good pounding?”
“Oh no.” Caroline rolls them both over and pins her ex-wife’s wrists. “It’s your turn, young lady.”
Lydia giggles and kicks her legs. “Oh no! Help!”
Caroline tilts her small bottom. “Bradley? If you please?
I get up on the bed and kneel between Lydia’s feet.
Caroline’s inner lips pout at me from between pale thighs. The short end of the dildo slips into place with a quiet splat. The shaft is the same ruby colour has her lips.
I snatch my hand away and retreat to the floor.
Ignoring me entirely, Caroline sinks her weight and prods the dildo against Lydia’s crotch.
“Careful!” Lydia puts a hand down and guides the thing in. She curls her olive legs around Caroline’s alabaster ones. “Gotcha!”
Caroline slides gets her arms under Lydia’s back and cradles her head. “Got you too.” She chews Lydia’s lip while making little dipping motions with her buttocks.
The dildo goes in and out, Lydia’s lips sucking at it as it withdraws, bulging as it sinks in.
I... just stand there not sure what to do. I move away from the bed, but now I have a good side on view of the women clamped together, breasts squashed, bodies undulating.
Caroline picks up speed. The dildo makes a wet click-click-click in Lydia’s vagina.
Lydia throws back her head. “Bloody hell! Oh fuck!”
Caroline muffles her with her mouth.
The breath hisses through Lydia’s nostrils, but she holds the kiss. She screeches into Caroline’s mouth. Her legs coil tight around Caroline’s, her hands claw the other woman’s back, dragging red welts out of her perfect skin. At last she twists her head away and cries out. “Oh fuck fuck FUCK! Jesus! Fuck---!” Then a long, long groan. “Caroline Darcy! I love you.”
Caroline emits a surprised squeak. Then another. Then her mating fox cry. At last she collapses on Lydia and rolls off to lie on her back.
The dildo projects from her crotch as if it belongs. “Damn,” she says, “A very wise woman recently said to me, something to the effect of that we are all broken. The trick is to match the jagged edges.”
Lydia props herself up on her arm, so her breasts flop. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean... I think I love you too. This is going to complicate things.” She lifts her head. “Bradley? Sorry, but can you give us some space to sort ourselves out?”
I nod stupidly. I open my mouth to say that I have feelings to sort out too. However, Caroline speaks before I can.
“Actually,” she says, “re-run that bath and make sure there are towels for Lydia. Then I’m sure you have things that need doing downstairs.”
I turn to the door.
“Jones?” says Lydia.
My head whips around.
They’re going to include me!
“Be a darling...” My ex-girlfriend’s eyes glint. “...and bring me one of your T-shirts to sleep in.”
I set my alarm early and I come to in the old housekeeper’s room, where I normally sleep when Caroline doesn’t want company. A quick dash to the local artisan bakers then I wait until the hiss of water in pipes tell me that the bathroom upstairs is being used and put on coffee.
When I’m halfway up the stairs, Caroline starts having an orgasm.
However, things have quietened down by the time I knock on the door.
Caroline sounds almost guilty. “What is it, Bradley?”
“I thought you might like breakfast. There’s fresh coffee.”
“Coffee?” Lydia just sounds cheerful. “Hang on a moment. OK.”
The room, of course stinks of sex.
They’re both sat up in bed. Lydia has my old T-shirt pulled over her breasts, but the there’s a wet patch on her left nipple as if it was soaked with saliva. Caroline has on her stripy silk pyjama top, but I notice the trousers forgotten on the floor.
I set a tray on each woman’s lap, and distribute the breakfasts: a cinnamon swirl and cappuccino for Lydia, toasted brioche and Americano for Caroline.
Lydia flashes her ragged teeth. “I could get used to this.”
“Indeed,” says Caroline. “Unfortunately, Bradley and I are breaking up. As you so forcefully implied last night, it would be quite wrong to turn him into a domestic servant.” Finally she looks at me. “Sorry, Bradley.”
And I suddenly realise I’ve dodged a bullet. That wasn’t a threesome, it was Caroline and Lydia have make-up sex with an assist from Bradley Jones.
I mean it’s not like I was really there for either of them.
OK, I do keep getting flashes of alabaster and olive skin sliding, and the women’s intertwined cries of orgasms. But if it had been a proper threesome and we’d become a throuple... well, I can resist one of these awesome women, but not both... not at the same time. I wouldn’t have a hope in hell of getting to my removal operation.
That’s what I was scared of... why I was relieved when Caroline had me bring out the double-ended dildo.
“No,” I say. “It’s been wonderful, but...” I sniff. “I need to live in the real world, the one where I have a real penis.”
By lunchtime I’m sitting in a café with my laptop alternating between looking for a new room and a new job.
This time next month, I’ll be getting my device removed. And a month after that and I’ll be sexually functional again.
Good point.
I track Ada down on social media and message her.
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