Chaste Convenience Chapter 13
A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
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Chapter 13
Just like after the first fingering, nothing changes, everything changes.
But more so.
Jane’s routine hasn’t changed, except now sometimes she likes oral sex before bed.
Like she’ll be in bed reading, and I’ll be sitting on the sofa also with a book, and she’ll say, “Oh, look at the time. Come and lick me.”
So I close my reader, take off my T-shirt.
Jane shifts to her non-sleeping side of the bed.
I put my head under the covers and take off her pyjama trousers and panties and lick.
Soon Jane sighs happily --- it never takes long -, uses a soft cloth to dry her crotch, then has me replace her nightwear.
She rolls onto the side of the bed without the wet patch. I put the cloth in the laundry basket, then - still with her taste on my tongue - go to my cell.
And when I give her a massage, she’s chatty. She tells me about her day, how the riding went, what the gossip from the stable is... then breaks off to casually instruct, “Fingers now.”
I give her an intense orgasm. She sometimes squirts. Then she’s off the table getting dressed as if nothing important has happened. “Shall we watch some TV?”
I don’t get to make love to her though. No kissing of feet or licking of nipples, no I love you’s. I’m starting to feel like... staff?
What is nice is that Jane still has sociable times when she wants to chat to me, but other times when she wants mute service and she makes that really clear. She calls me Esca when she wants a boyfriend... OK a really obedient and helpful one... and Slave when she wants an actual slave.
I’ve never ever had a simpler relationship. Or even a friendship.
I’m Esca or Slave... though sometimes she says she’s beating the Escher out of me.
That’s another thing. She’s far readier with the whip, and after she usually demands a licking. My tongue always finds her wet and ready, clitoris swollen. I swear she’s secretly turned on by the discipline, but I bet she won’t admit that even to herself.
Eek!
Probably a good thing.
