Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 16 (Free Read!)
Femdom romance in a world where Chaste is an identity and the NHS installs permanent chastity devices.
Ada’s power shower is kind of weedy, but the water still stings my unhooded penis. It also --- for the first time --- generates a pleasant tingling sensation.
I probe my groin just above the root of my penis. The subdermal implant has finally dissolved! They installed it to make me impotent during the healing of the hole left by neo-coral grommet.
Yes, I went the whole hog and had all trace of my chaste adventure removed. It added a month to the healing time --- we’re already at the end of January --- but it also means my dick can’t take another grommet. Nobody can tempt me back into being a chaste.
I wonder how they are doing?
I get flash of tangled legs and Caroline’s pouting lips --- both sets --- her brown eyes and Lydia’s twinkling beads.
My penis tightens, lurches, hardens and....
OMG! ERECTS!
“I HAVE AN ERECTION!” I declare to the world.
I stare down at this alien thing and it stares back up at me with its single eye. Here’s a kind of tightness under the head. Gingerly, I probe the space where the grommet was. Yes, it’s completely healed!
This is it. I’m going to wank myself stupid.
I switch off the shower and push open the glass door.
“Careful, Bradley!”
The cramped bathroom is half full of naked Ada. She has one foot on the closed WC so she can towel a powerful thigh.
I clamp my hands to my rock hard erection.
It’s been a really weird month. I’ve been living in Ada’s spare room rent free, in return for keeping house. There’s been nothing sexual between us, not even a kiss. But she routinely wanders around the small bungalow in her underwear or naked. It’s as if I don’t count in some way, or maybe she doesn’t care?
Ada glances as she changes foot, her great breasts jiggling as she moves.
She peers around my hand, “Finally! Get dried off then and we can do blow jobs.”
My penis throbs against my palm. “Uh. I’m not sure I’m ready.”
Ada grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “Of course you are.”
Breasts swinging, she leans forward until we’re eye to eye. Her big hand enfolds my dick and squeezes.
There’s a spasm and a thick bead of semen forms on the tip.
“Mmmm.” Ada licks her lips and drops to her knees. Her wet blond hair falls forward and I feel her warm mouth envelop my dick.
It shrivels.
She chuckles and sucks at it.
Nothing.
My shoulders slump. “Sorry.”
The big blond withdraws, trailing a strand of semen between penis and lips. “Salty.” She rises to tower over me, hugs my wet body against her soft breasts and kisses me.
She tastes of semen.
My penis lurches against her bare thigh.
She pulls away and tosses me a fluffy white towel. “We’ll try again in the bedroom. Hurry up.”
If anything, my penis has shrunk even more by the time I cross the hall to find Ada sitting reading on her bed, naked and on top of the duvet. She puts aside her phone, opens her long, muscular legs, and pats the bed between her thighs.
I spring up and kneel between her feet. Her big pussy awaits me like an old friend. This I can do.
She chuckles. “No, idiot. Lie on your back with your head on my thighs.”
I manoeuvre around and ease myself down to use her thighs as a pillow. I can sense her pussy behind my head. I crane my neck. “Are you sure you don’t want...?”
Ada curls over, blond hair falling forward and kisses me on the lips. “Make yourself comfortable. This is about you.”
She settles back and I drape my arms over her smooth legs. It’s like I’m in some weird sexy fleshy recliner, except my feet are sticking out over the edge of the bed.
Ada looms over me and pinches my nipples and squeezes, hard.
I writhe. “Ouch!”
She tuts. “Be patient...”
Tingling pathways connect my tortured nipples to my cock. It hardens and flops over to face me, then rises.
“Well that worked!” I grind my hips. “Go on then.”
“Oh, not yet.” Ada wraps her big legs round mine, trapping me. “May be I can just make you come like this.”
I just whimper.
Laughing, she releases my throbbing nipples and starts to stroke around them. Its a delicate, teasing sensation, but it makes my buttocks twitch as if I could hump the air.
Ada just keeps stroking. “I wonder if the neural pathways still work.”
A hand clenches my heart. “What?”
“Well, five years without an orgasm. Maybe your brain has forgotten how...”
“I...” Panic rises in my gut, further stiffens my penis. My body spasms. A big drop of semen falls from the head of my erect penis and splats on my abdomen.
Ada opens her thighs so my head drops onto the duvet. “OK, now you’re ready.” She rolls forward, treating me to the sight of her fleshy outer lips behind their thick blond curls. The rich aroma reaches my nostrils. I inhale deep and feel my uncaged penis rear in appreciation.
Once again, Ada’s wet mouth engulfs my cock.
And, once again, it shrivels.
Ada rolls off the bed. “Hopeless!”
I look up at her, a vision of a primal goddess, and feel pathetic. “I’m just not used to it being about me.”
Ada dips her head to throw her long hair back over her shoulders. “OK. Go pee.”
“Pee?”
“Men always need to pee. Go pee.”
I do as I’m told --- she’s right, actually --- and when I return, she’s tossed the duvet on a chair and four webbing-and-Velcro bondage cuffs have appeared attached to the bed’s headboard and bottom corners.
She’s wearing her fluffy dressing gown now, but it barely constrains her breasts. “Chastity was a kink before it was an identity, so perhaps you’re just too used to kink.”
“Who’s tying who up?” I ask.
Ada gives a deep laugh that makes the sides of cleavage ripple. “I don’t think those would hold me. Go on. Get on the bed.”
I do as I’m told. “You didn’t say you were kinky.”
She leans over to fix my wrists above my head and her breasts escape the front of her robe. “Just a means to an end.” She moves to around to the bed and drags my left foot to the corner. The Velcro strap tightens.
“What kind of end?”
“Oh.” She shifts to work on the right foot. “Normally, I like to string out a man’s orgasm. I’m a real technician.”
Now I’m pinned in a taut inverted Y --- hands above my head, feet spread.
I raise my head. “And this time?”
Ada shrugs off her gown to stand there resplendently naked, blond tresses cascading down her pale shoulders to drape over the tops of her breasts. “This time?” The mattress creaks and sags as she climbs aboard. She turns to face away, cocks a big leg over my chest then backs her upside-down pussy towards my face. Her massive feet clamp my head.“This time I’m just going to make you lick me until I can’t take it any more.”
“What about my blow j---?”
Her hairy pussy crashes into my mouth, crushes my head to the mattress. Her musk envelops me. “Oh,” she says, “I changed my mind.”
I try to turn away, but my head is trapped by her feet. I strain against my bonds, but they’re really firm.
It seems I’m just as trapped as I was in Caroline Darcy’s basement.
More trapped!
I’m a long way from home, tied to the bed by a woman I basically don’t know very well, and none of my friends know I’m here.
Panicking, I strain forward, which only serves to bury my nose between her thick outer lips. Her scent tears through me and somehow I seize on her button clitoris, suck and lick.
“Oh,” she rumbles, adjusting so I can lie flat. “Nice.”
I keep up the licking as her honey-soy juices cascade into my mouth, forcing me to swallow.
“Oh,” she repeats. Then she lets out a rumbling groan, so deep that I can feel the vibrations in my chest. She shifts again, now onto all fours so that her breasts brush my heaving belly.
I thrust my hips, trying to connect my erect penis with something... anything!
Again, she groans. “This is good. Maybe we need to get you a new chastity cage.”
My tongue still has the super-powers earned by five years of regular licking. I suck her clitoris and flick the tip over the slippery knob of flesh.
Ada grunts, “Oh! Oh!” The “Oh” becomes an “Uh” becomes a groan that kind of wobbles faster and faster as if she’s going to explode.
My limbs tense against the bonds. My penis heaves and pulses. My tongue becomes a flickering blur of sensation.
And still she groans while my mouth fills with her sloshing juices and I have to fight not to pause an swallow.
At last, the big woman reaches a crescendo. She bellows something incoherent, inhales when flops down over me.
She lies there, a hot crushing weight, breathing hard. Finally, she rolls off to lie head to toe with me.
Her blond pubic hair is tangled and sodden with saliva and juices and slicked back around her notch so that her swollen clitoris peaks out like the tip of a tongue.
I strain to raise my head and stare at her pussy, mouth open, tongue extended, face sticky with her. “More...”
“I’m done,” she says, still lying on her back. “I’ll just leave you tied until your erection goes down. If I get on the internet, I can get a chastity device delivered by the morning.”
I whimper and hump the air.
She squirms onto her knees, hunches over so her nipples touch her thighs. Then she engulfs my penis and sucks.
My limbs convulse against the webbing straps. Molten lava burns through my dick, seers the slit, puthers into her mouth.
There’s intense pleasure.
Then there’s intense scalding-stinging.
I scream.
Ada’s great throat works as she swallows. The she rears up, breasts joggling. Her semen-dripping lips bend into a grin. “There!” Her eyebrows lower in a sort of surprised concern. “Oh shit.”
She rolls off the bed and scrambles to the bathroom. There’s the sound of retching.
Meanwhile I’m still tied up and my penis... itches and stings. It’s lost its hardness, but it’s swollen and lying on my lower abdomen like an expired pork sausage.
I try to unpeel my cuffs, fail. “Ada? Can you untie me?”
There’s gargling sounds from the bathroom. “Hang on.” Her electric toothbrush buzzes.
I have to lie, sticky and itchy while she does her teeth. Finally, she returns to the bedroom and unties me.
I just lie there, not sure what to do, while my mood plummets into my gut. It’s like all the magic has gone from the world.
Ada scrutinises my cock, gets out her phone and taps away at it. “Looks like all that abstinence has made you develop a semen allergy.”
“What? That’s possible?”
She pokes my puffy, unhealthy looking member. “Maybe. The salt content can’t have helped. That was really, really salty semen.”
I flush. “Yeah, sorry.”
She grins. “Never mind. It was my stupid idea. We’ll let you recover for a few days and try regular sex. Now...” She pulls open her wardrobe and fishes out some knickers. “... why don’t you get dressed and make me a sandwich?”
Two months later, I open the door to the delivery guy.
Judging from his collar, he’s a chaste... which is weird and out of place amongst this little clump of bungalows, and the bleak wintery fields that stretch out flat to the horizon beyond. Chastity belongs in the city with its bars and parties and cosy apartments --- I’m not sure Ada’s weekly Dungeons and Dragons session counts.
As he hands over the package, the delivery guy’s eyes go wide. “Hey mate! But aren’t you Brad the ‘we won’t hump your leg’ chaste guy?”
I flush. “Uh, I suppose.”
“You’re a role model, mate!” He fingers his own collar. “That video us what made me take the plunge anyway.” Then he notices my naked neck. “Oh wow. Did you upgrade to neuter? Or are you a basic again? What do you think I should do when the five years is up?”
Now my cheeks are really burning. “Well, actually...”
Actually, I am now back in chastity. A cheap lumpy thing that Ada got off the internet. It does the job, though I could pull out if I wanted to.
I’m still not really a boyfriend, but I’ve graduated from house mate to science project. After three failed attempts at sex, Ada called a pause. I managed to masturbate a few times --- just made me sad, really --- but when Ada caught me, she locked me up. That was six weeks ago. Sometimes at night, I hear her vibrator through the thin internal walls at night. However, she has an unexpected work project and seems to have been too busy to work on sex.
The delivery guy is still staring at me expectantly, as if I have wisdom to offer.
What do I tell him?
My mobile phone goes off. Relieved, I wave him goodbye as I put it to my ear.
Lydia’s voice purrs in my ear. “Jones?”
My ex-girlfriend’s voice triggers a familiar tightening in my chastity device. However, this is the woman who swept in and stole my girlfriend. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I was rather thinking you might do me.”
“Pardon?”
“Caroline and I...” There’s a gruffness behind the smooth voice. “... only we broke up...”
I shove the door closed with my bottom. “I had the op.”
“Totally expected. But I’m willing to give actual willy-in-whim sex a go if you’re up for it... Only I realised that maybe you and I we could be as it were... I mean, you’ve always looked after me and perhaps we might just have enough pingage to keep you interested after you’ve shagged me for real? I just need to feel wanted.”
“I...” I fumble with the package, drop it. “Damn!” I sag against the door. Imagine facing Lydia with a limp dick? She’d take it personally. “Can you give me a few days to think?”
A few hours later, as I’m clearing up after dinner while hail rattles the kitchen window, I get a second call. “Bradley?” Caroline’s slight lisp makes her sound simultaneously sweet and... moist.
My cock goes off like an air bag. “What can I do for you?”
“Lydia and I are no more.”
“I’m sorry to hear...”
She cuts me off. “Reconciliation was a mistake. My home is now a veritable maelstrom of disorder and her neediness has left me emotionally drained.”
“So where do I come in?”
“I had thought that maybe we could make a go of it? You combine undemanding passion with domesticity... everything one could want in a male partner.”
“You do know I am a basic again?”
“I have already taken that into consideration.” Now she sounds brittle. “Perhaps the way you look at me will be enough to make conventional intercourse more than just something to endure.”
I try to imagine actually coming inside Caroline Darcy... her swollen inner lips dripping with my semen. Or me withdrawing a condom-wrapped penis. Or --- more likely --- me spraying semen everywhere each time she opens her slender thighs... just like poor Roger.
“This is all very unexpected. Give me time to think.”
As I ring off, I notice Ada standing in the kitchen doorway.
“You’re leaving,” she says.
I squirm. “Well, I mean, you’re great but...”
“It’s OK,” she says. “I just realised I could do better.”
“Totally! You deserve somebody who loves you.”
Ada laughs and shakes her head, making her long blond hair shimmy so I feel a pang of regret... or is it nostalgia already?
Her brow furrows as if she’s preparing her words. Then it clears. “I’m no good at emotional connection, so I default to servicing men to keep them around.” She shrugs her broad shoulders. “But I’ve pretty much ignored you for a month and here you are happily housekeeping. The only thing is that --- which writer was it said, ‘masturbation is lonely’?”
“HP Lovecraft?”
She laughs. “Idiot.”
I shrug. “Well it should be.”
“It’s great to have somebody I can ignore for a month when I’m busy. It would be even better if I could call him in for guilt free sexual service. So, I really need to try a chaste or a neuter --- which you are not.”
I nod and try not to feel too guilty.
“Well, stay till you’re ready to leave,” she says. “We’ll drop the sex stuff.”
Once she’s gone to work the next morning, I phone the NHS Chastity Clinic helpline.
“I’m sorry Mr Jones,” says the very understanding counsellor, “but even though it’s only been a three months, your penis simply won’t take a Chaste Maker grommet.”
I think of Lydia and Caroline. “There must be other options.”
There’s a pause. “Well, you could have a Caponiser. They have much bigger grommets and the urethral tube melds with the tissue, so installation won’t be an issue.”
My mouth goes dry and my groin tightens. “Forever is a long time.”
“You could opt for the trial version. It’s keyed until you decide to seal it.... Unfortunately the waiting list is six months for the mandatory counselling first... If that’s too long you could try going private...”
A key! I could have a proper Artemis NHS-approved device but with a key! That would solve everything.
A quick check and I discover that the expensive private option still has a three month waiting list.
But then I remember I still have the Artemis Futuristic Public Relations department’s on my phone. I wonder if they’ve seen my viral video?
Author's Note. This is probably the wrong place to dive into the story! You probably want to back track a few chapters, or start from the beginning: https://femdom.substack.com/p/bradley-joness-chastity
Hey Giles, the last section of the story, starting with "I set my alarm early" are a repeat of the end of Chapter 15.