Chaste Convenience Chapter 12

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

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Chapter 12

Jane swings off the massage table. She lands like a cat and time seems to stop so the moment is frozen in time: my mistress as a naked fury, long hair unkempt, knees bent, breasts quivering.

Her rage heats my skin, turns my guts to water. Her stolen taste is salty on my tongue. My penis heaves and prickles against its cage, reminding me that I haven’t had an orgasm for two years, and that thanks to Jane I have two more years to wait before I can.

This terrifying woman has complete power over me and I feel... naked, really naked.

And guilty.

I should not have licked my fingers! I’ve broken her trust... I’m some kind of intimate sex pest... a pervert.

Jane straightens and snarls, “I said, onto the whipping frame. NOW!”

Between my legs, my Useless Composite Organ tightens as if the chastity cage were trying to crush my penis into a pencil. Limbs shaking, I somehow manage to pivot and stumble over to the whipping stand.

My darkest fantasy... angry naked Jane with a whip, but now it’s a nightmare and there’s no way to wake up.

I square off to the wall-mounted frame.

The wooden finish is beautiful, a kind of 70s vibe. But everything about this apartment is beautiful, except me with my drippy chastity cage and shameful sticky fingers.

I reach up, snap my wrist cuffs into the frame.

Then my ankles.

The mechanism hisses. The top bar rises, stretches, relaxes slightly. Now I’m pinned, immobile.

There’s a scent of massage oil and female perspiration. I twist my head.

Jane, still naked, breasts jouncing, is on my right, selecting a whip from the pullout holder.

I glimpse a long black cane --- fibreglass I think.

Her bare feet pit-pat to my left.

I open my mouth to plead. But what can I say? I’m disgust---

SWISH! Pain cuts my buttocks.

I tense. “Jesus!”

SWISH!

Same target. Agony drills into my chastity cage, pops my erection.

Jane grunts, “Disgusting!”

SWISH!

I try to pull out of the frame.

The blow lands across the top of my buttocks sheeting white pain through me.

I squeal.

Jane laughs.

SWISH!

Oh god my thighs oh god oh go---

SWISH!

Fuck! She’s never punished me like this be---

SWISH!

I---

SWISH!

I’m sobbing now.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Thighs, buttocks, thighs again. Then back.

I have a vision of the target zones card. And I realise---

SWISH! Shoulder blades.

And I can’t---

SWISH!

---string thoughts.

SWISH!

Each strike of the whip is a thing in itself. There’s no blur, no fading, just a terrible presence in the terrible moment. I can’t even sob---

SWISH!

Then it stops, except for the agony crinkling up and down my rear.

I hang there in my bonds, my whole body shuddering in time to the great sobs tearing themselves out of my raw throat.

“Oh goodness!” exclaims Jane. “What have I done?”

She’s on my right again. She pulls a lever.

The upper bar lowers a little. The bottom bar clicks, releasing my feet. Now the upper bar releases me --- safety built in, no chance of broken ankles and now I can think, I think that---

I turn around, sink to my knees.

And I’m kneeling naked before a naked Jane and my welts push all the blood from my brain into my caged penis and...

Jane’s eyebrows are raised. Her face is flush, her big nipples really erect. I can smell her pussy from here and her inner lips are swollen and beckoning. “Oh, Esca. I’m so, so sorry!” she cries. “But that was disgusting and cruel what you did. Why would you ever even want to do that?”

“I...” My throat hurts from screaming, but the throb in my Useless Organ makes it impossible not to speak. “Because it was you.”

Jane purses her lips. “So is my urine.”

Then it hits. “What do you think chastes are for? Sexually?”

“I mean service? I believe they use prosthetics when dating?”

I laugh. The beating has left me high like that one time I tried... And I just go into Too Much Mode. “You’ve never heard of oral sex?”

“Well chastity thankfully makes that not an option.”

Jesus? Really? “Men giving women oral sex? Men going down on women?”

“I thought that was a... porn thing? Sex education growing up was a nun with a disturbing PowerPoint presentation about fallen women and STDs.”

I shuffle closer on my knees. The weight of my caged package threatens to tip me forward onto hands and knees... but I want to keep my hands clean of the floor. “If I’m not better than a vibrator, you can beat me all over again.”

Jane backs away towards the foot of her bed.

“What do you think Catherine does with her slave?” I say, still advancing on my knees. I’m shaking now. I feel so very thirsty. Only one thing can help...

“Oh,” says Jane. “Better locked, better licked. She jokes about that. I always pretend to laugh.” Her eyes widen. “Oh.” She sits down on the foot of the bed.

I hunch over and kiss the tops of her feet, taste the salt and soap.

Jane gasps. “Nobody has ever kissed my feet.”

“They’re beautiful feet,” I say.

A part of me is cringing... watching in horror.

But another part of me knows what to do, and he’s in charge... maybe for the last time...

Gingerly I touch Jane’s knees, part her thighs.

Jane lies back and her breasts subside into quivering mounds. Her inner lips bloom and the warm scent reaches my face, tightens my chastity cage..

“I don’t know how to do this,” she says.

“I do...” I heave her bare legs over my shoulders, drag her down the bed a little then plunge my face between her thighs, where it has always belonged.

Her bare heels scrape against my welts.

I press my face into her furry crotch, inhale her musk.

My tongue trawls between Jane’s forbidden lips, parting the engorged flesh. I probe deep getting a little into her vagina, then flick the button of her clitoris.

Jane gasps. “Oh My Goodness!”

Now I flick the way she whipped me, fast and furious while her juices run down my chin.

Through the frizz of her pubic hair I watch as she squirms, tenses her tummy muscles, arches her back. Her hands go to her breasts. She’s squeezing her own nipples1

Each throb of my hard penis inside its cage is like an electric shock but it only goads me to lick harder and faster and...

Jane groans. Her voice wobbles like she’s going to explode, then her groan raises in pitch up through the scale. She clenches her jaw, shakes her head, squeals. Her thighs clamp my ear. The feline scent of her sweat wraps me in pure lust.

I grip Jane’s waist more firmly, trying to anchor her, then lick even harder, faster.

She opens her mouth wide, arches her back like she’s possessed and screams.

My penis pulses wetly. My entire sex life to date seems to shrink into a sticky mess. I’ve never had an orgasm that powerful! Or given one like that.

But my bloated penis still throbs in its cage like an engine, powering my tongue.

Jane’s long scream subsides to a continuous whimper.

I try to pull away. She must be done n0w---

Her muscular horse-rider legs trap me in place. Her pelvis tilts, grinding her pussy into my face. “Oh..! Oh..!”

And I keep licking and licking.

My jaw starts to lock.

The flap of skin under my tongue hurts.

Jane just lies there shaking and whimpering while I pleasure her.

“Oh, Goodness! Enough”” She wriggles away up the bed, breasts bouncing and sits up against her pillows.

Still on my knees on the floor, I grin up at her. “So, am I spared another beating?” Though it comes out as Tho, am I sthpared anothther beathing?

“I’ve never...” Jane fans her face with her hand; more breast jiggling. There’s a half glass of water on her bedside table. She downs it. “Wow.”

I really am actually thirsty. I mumble something then run over to the kitchen area to grab my exercise flask. My penis is limp and sticky. I must have ejaculated at some point. Thank god the lights are low.

I gulp the water as I hurry back to her.

She’s frowning. “So you don’t like the taste after all?”

I laugh. “I’m just thirsty. I feel like I ran a mile.”

I reach the bed. Joining her seems wrong, so return to kneeling at the foot.

She’s sprawled comfortably against her pillows, legs parted. My tongue has created a wet furrow in her pubic hair so that her ruby inner lips twinkle in the low light.

I did that!

It’s weird. It’s like she’s totally forgotten she’s naked and flushed from orgasm, but she is and she’s so gorgeous my penis is already recovering, twitching back into an abortive erection.

Jane tilts her head. “I just don’t get why would you want to lick... down there?”

“Desire,” I say. Then because it sounded lame and melodramatic, I add, “You turn me on so badly it literally hurts.”

“But I thought... Oh.” Her eyebrows steeple. “I’ve been treating you like some kind of eunuch. Are you saying you still experience desire?”

“They didn’t cut anything off,” I say. “It’s all there in working order. Just not functioning.”

“So when I thought the chastity cage meant I was safe and we didn’t need to do modesty...”

“You were safe,” I said. “You still are.”

“But that made you suffer... discomfort.”

“Totally,” I say, “but I’m a masochist.”

“What about the whipping? Did you enjoy that? Shall I give you another one?”

I flinch. “Jesus no!”

She laughs, everything quivers.

“I’m terrified of the whip,” I say. “But I like submitting to it.” I furrow my brow. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Yes it is,” says Jane. “You are a pervert.”

“It’s self punishing, though, isn’t it?”

Jane laughs again, this time so hard her breasts bounce.

My Useless Composite Organ is comfortably tight. I’m kneeling at the feet of a naked, orgasmic, dominant woman. Life is good, even if I won’t be able to jerk off over this for --- what? --- twenty three months. I grin. “None of it ever makes any sense.”

Jane sobers. “It does. It’s a vocation --- chastity, suffering, freely chosen. You could be an ancient desert monk .”

“Except I’m worshipping you.”

Our eyes meet.

“I love you, Jane.”

Oh Jesus I wasn’t supposed to blurt that out.

She sits forward, breasts swinging. “I love you too, Esca.” She groans. “What are we going to do?”

Now my Useless Composite Organ is throbbing painfully. “What’s the problem?” I manage.

“Age gap. Religion.” Jane laughs. “My tattered virtue.”

“Virtue sponsored by Artemis Corps, makers of fine male chastity devices.”

Jane rolls forward onto he knees, leans to peer over the edge of the bed at my caged groin. She kisses my forehead. “It’s Esca I love, not Escher.”

Her hair tickles my face. I can smell her now, see the little beads of perspiration on her pendulous breasts. “Fair,” I say. “Well I’m Esca for the next two years...” I want to remind her of her promise to release me. Instead I say, “Why don’t we just enjoy that... Mistress.”

She nods and kneels back to look down on me. “I think my button is sore, but I could take another fingering, Slave.” She pats the mattress. “Come up and do your trick.”

Just hearing Jane call me slave is enough to get a squirt out of my Useless Composite Organ. Jane’s too busy lying back on the bed to notice.

Jane does notice when I work fingers inside her and coax her into another orgasm.

At last, I sprawl on the bed next to her, still hard, listening to her breathing.

The ManPod(tm) pings.

I slip off the bed and limp off to my cell to lie in the dark with the throb of my welts and caged cock to lull me into sensual dreams of Mistress. Maybe the next two years are going to be worth it...

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