Chaste Convenience Chapter 11

A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

Jun 22, 2026

Chapter 11

The NHS call handler is motherly. I have two credits for floating counselling sessions so she can get me in the next day.

Did I want Jinty at 1030?

Jinty is the lady who counselled me over two years ago when I went to upgrade to Companion. It was an emergency appointment due to “educational opportunity” --- that bloody Artemis US Exchange scheme --- so we only had 30 minutes.

Jinty was one of those middle-aged brusque, boxy, country posh ladies straight out of one of Jane’s murder mystery shows. If there was a body, she’d find it while walking out early with her three massive dogs.

She looked over my notes then said, “Well, Escher I think it very noble for a boy your age to do this for a girl.”

“Thanks,” I said. “She’s...”

Jinty listened for about ten seconds then cut me off. “Very special I am sure. So. Any actual worries before the procedure?”

“It is reversible, right?”

“Of course. Gets a little harder to get the urethral tube out after a decade or so.”

“I’m only doing two years.”

“Then almost 100% chance of function returning. Next problem?”

I took a breath. “What if Madison dumps me and this was all for nothing?”

“Is that likely?”

“No.. We...”

“Good. Next problem?”

It took me a moment to get the courage to bring up the big issue. “Two years is a long time to go without...” I whispered, “...an orgasm.”

“I’m sure your girlfriend will generate enough orgasms for the both of you.”

God there was a thought. I felt my penis jerk awake and get stuck pointing the wrong way in my jeans. “But I like having my own orgasms.”

Look,” she says. “A good female orgasm orgasm lasts a minute, a male one on average just three seconds. Given a woman has no refractory period and can have up to half a dozen orgasms in succession with the right chaste, as a percentage contribution, your few seconds of squirting barely registers as a rounding error.”

“Oh,” I said. “I never thought of it that way.”

Jinty looked at me over her glasses. “How often do you masturbate, young man?”

“Um. Once. Maybe twice a day. Less now I’m having sex.”

“So all the ejaculations you’ve had since puberty...” She takes out her phone and pecks at it. “I make that over 5000... that’s about ten pint glasses full of ejaculate, incidentally.” She looks at me speculatively, as if imaging me drinking it. “ Missing a couple of years takes your average down to... just under one a day.” She wrinkles her nose. “That’s still rather a lot of self pleasure. Haven’t you had enough anyway?” She hands me a brochure about the Capon identity showing a happy guy in a gold collar doing yoga while a fit woman in summer frock looks on approvingly. The title says, “No Nut Never, Never Better.”

“No!””

“How about Neuter? Ten years will make a man of you.”

I shake my head.

“Why this desperate need for onanistic releases?”

I blinked. How did you justify something so basic? “Well. I... I mean it does calm me down.”

“Yoga is better.” She leaned forward over the desk. “To be honest,” said Jinty. “I rather believe most young men would benefit from the a stint of chastity scheme. Any other worries? No? Good.” She pushed back her chair. “Come on then, Escher, let’s get you done. Neuter, right?”

“Companion,” I said.

“Of course.” She smiled. “Two years with a legal partner and I’m sure it’ll be like the whole thing was a dream.”

So no, I don’t want to speak to Jinty.

Fortunately, a “Mandy” is available and I find myself sitting opposite her in a comfy chair with only a coffee table between us.

Too much straw-blond hair, big classes and wooden bangles over bony wrists. She has a way of crossing her legs so her summer dress rides up over her skinny thighs.

Mandy looks up from her tablet and beams at me. “Escher. The NHS Chastity service is so very proud of you!” She must be forty, but I feel like she wants to jump up and down and make squeeing sounds like Madison used to --- I wonder how she’s doing with her girlfriend...

“Proud?” I say.

“Yes! You’ve done a Whole Two Years and passed into your next period and this is the very first time you’ve needed to speak to us. You must be an exceptional young man, Escher.”

She beams at me and her smile is infectious.

“Thanks... but can you call me Esca?”

“Esca?”

“It’s my chaste name, I guess. Gives me a little distance from this when I revert.”

“OK, Esca.” She consults her tablet. “Well your BMI is good and resting heart rate is excellent. You’ve put on some real muscles. You must have worked very hard, Esca. Are you having nocturnal emissions?”

I blush. “Yes.”

“Oh, good! That’s healthy for a young man your age...” She cocks her head and leans forward to tug at my collar. I get a view of her cleavage. Tanned and a little creped with age. It still gets me hard in my cage.

“Hmm,” she says. “This collar looks a little tight. We’ll slip you into Technical and get it swapped before you go.”

“I was hoping you could get my chastity cage removed as well.”

Mandy laughs. “Such a funny young man.”

“No, no,” I say. “I had this deal with Jane my... um...”

“Principal,” supplies Mandy.

“Well we *only CARGO’d for the cheap student flat and so I could have a... principal* to revert me. She promised she would put in the application after the two years.”

Mandy claps, making her bangles clatter. “Oh, Esca, this is a tale as old as time! She decided to keep you.”

I leap to my feet. “This is NOT Green Card or any other love story.”

Mandy sniffs. “You seem very agitated about your situation.”

Now I feel stupid and sink back into the comfy chair. It all comes out; Madison, my crazy family, Jane who --- yes I suppose I do love, from a distance. Finally, I say, “I think it’s the flat she wants to keep, not me.”

“And how is your sex life?”

“Sex? I can’t have sex.”

Mandy sniffs. “There are many, many ways to have sex without a...” She whispers. “Penis.”

“Well we’ve only been... having sex since last spring. About half a year.”

“There! Sometimes love takes time to grow.”

“Yes but she never talks about it.”

Mandy says nothing for a few seconds, then; “Why do you think that is?”

“Because she doesn’t have to, I guess.”

Another silence stretches out. I fidget, decide I’ll wait her out, give in. “It dried up after she vetoed me.”

Mandy looks at me over her big glasses. “Technically she ‘declined to apply for your release’. One might argue she’s letting Nature take its course.”

Like the trolley problem... FOCUS!

“Well my human nature wants something different.”

“Esca,” asks Mandy, “what does the Artemis device actually stop you doing?”

“Leaving the relationship? I mean, as long as I’m chaste I’m CARGO’d, right?”

“Do you want to leave the relationship?”

My thoughts jumble. “I’m not good at decisions.”

“Possible Control Locus Dysphoria,” mutters Mandy, making a note. “Do you like being with Jane?”

“Yes.”

“You seem certain.”

“I feel like I know her better than I know myself.”

And the beatings and the cell. It pushes my submissive buttons, but I don’t feel like sharing that.

“That’s a powerful intimacy!” exclaims Mandy. “So what does chastity really prevent you from doing?”

“Having sex, I guess. I mean penis-in-vagina sex.”

“And would Jane want your penis in her vagina? Would she want you to ejaculate inside her? You said you knew her really well.”

“Jesus, no.” I shake my head. There it is. “Masturbation,” I say. “I could get myself off in private... later.”

“How would she feel about that?”

“Honestly? Gross I think. Disgusted. Repulsed.”

*Hang on, how come I’m worrying about an imaginary relationship with Jane? This is nuts.

“*But I’m better when I masturbate,” I say, firmly. “I’m clearer headed when I’m Escher not Esca.”

“Ah yes, I’ve read your notes. What did you achieve when you were masturbating regularly? When you were ‘Escher’?”

“I... I... Shit.”

“Go on. Honestly. This is a Safe Space.”

“I had sex with my first girlfriend --- or tried to --- when neither of us really wanted to...” My mouth seems parched. I lean over and get a sip of water. “I fucked up my first year of uni falling in love with an American who flew home and broke my heart and subsequently turned out to be a lesbian, but not before I got myself into being a Companion. But I told you that earlier.”

“So not an unmitigated series of good decisions, then.” Mandy’s eyes twinkle. “And how has ‘Esca’ done in the last two years?”

“I’ve learned to cook. I’ve worked as cashier in a hair salon, paid my way. I’ve made friends with girls I don’t expect to sleep with. I’ve got myself fit. I’ve learned to listen. I’ve not found a new career, but I feel... adult?”

“How about what you’ve done for your principal... Jane?”

“I’ve made her life good. I mean I’ve looked after her, massaged her, fed her, made her healthy packed lunches, kept her company, given her space.” Done as I’m told, taken whippings, given her orgasms.

“Esca,” says Mandy. “There’s no legal way out of your Artemis device until the next application window, so really this is sorting out your feelings. What do you want?”

I rock in my chair. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT!”

Mandy sits back with a clatter of jewellery. “It’s OK, Esca. Strong emotions are natural. An adventurous young man like you is bound to be ambivalent about picking just one adventure and making it work.”

I laugh. “You think?”

“What I think, Esca, is that you are avoiding the real question: does it matter what you feel? Is there a decision to take?”

I slump back, exhausted. “No. I can’t get out of my device unless she puts in an application. And if I run away, even if Wellbeing don’t haul me back, she’ll be cross and ‘let nature take its course’ and I’ll be stuck forever. So the absolutely only thing I can do is ride out the next two years.”

“Exactly,” says Mandy. “I think you’ve truly become an adult. Well done.”

She doesn’t, of course, know how very hard I am right now inside my inescapable chastity cage.

I’m glad of the new collar though. I didn’t realise but I was starting to chafe.

September comes, term starts, and Jane goes riding on Wednesday afternoon --- her new slot, apparently. The massage table comes out and I do her back, her buttocks, her thighs.

She whispers, “Do in between.”

I grin. Moments later I have my fingers between her legs, hooked into her G-spot while she gasps and moans.

It’s an unusually warm autumn evening and despite all the massage lotion, her skin forms a sheen of sweat that envelopes me in an animal musk. Even her vagina smells hot and ripe.

My Useless Composite Organ pulses painfully, ceramic and flesh melded to make a little pocket hell dimension between my thighs.

More than anything in the world I want to...

Be here doing this, I realise, panicking.

Jane lets out a ragged groan. Her vagina clenches. She whimpers, the lets out a half muffled shriek.

Liquid spurts my palm.

The shriek cuts off.

I ease my fingers out.

She shudders into stillness.

I stare at my sodden palm. I’ve actually made her squirt!

I press it to my lips, close my eyes and suck.

“You know, Esca,” says Jane. “I think...”

I open my eyes.