Chaste Convenience Chapter 5
A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
(See the rest of the chapters so far)
I should be cobbling together some kind of not-a-stag-night for my not-a-wedding, except Wayne flew out to join his mum on holiday, I can’t face my uni friends, and I don’t really know anybody else.
There’s a giggle. “Escher!”
I blink at the vision: a pretty girl with long golden hair and a sweet summer frock hanging over a full figure.
Oh my god. It is. It’s…
“Joanne?” I blurt. “You’ve changed your hair.”
Yes, it’s Joanne, my first girlfriend, the one I should not have had sex with… only now she’s grinning at me like a big-eyed chipmunk. “Snap!”
I blink at her stupidly.
Joanne holds turns her hand to show me the tattoo on her wrist. It’s fresh enough that the skin around it is pink. “Snap!” she repeats.
Chapter 5
I stare at my ex-girlfriend’s wrist tattoo. It’s beautifully picked out garland of flowers draped over the top point of a gold star. I tear my gaze away, but somehow get mesmerised by her deep cleavage. I have a vision of her naked, flesh jiggling while I fingered her to orgasm that first time at the end of Welcome Week. My chastity cage tightens around my pierced penis.
“Snap!” says Joanne for the third time. She giggles. Then as if I’m stupid, she says, “I’ve come out as a Flower Maiden!”
“Oh,” I say, now managing to look her in the eye.
Flower Maiden is a new, softer flavour of Virgo. They only “bloom” for chastes. Frankly it’s a bit twee.
A giggle bubbles through her words.“I’m a Flower Maiden, you’re a Chaste. We’re the same!” She adds an emphatic clap that sets her bangles rattling and her breasts quivering. Then she hisses confidentially, “No peeve!”
“Peeve?”
“P.I.V. Penis In Vagina, silly.”
“Oh...”
“Snap!”
I mean, we’re not the same. She can have as many orgasms as she likes, whereas I have to endure two years of living with Jane before I can even start the process to have one.
Joanne looks down to inspect her tattoo, giving me a chance to look at her: big breasts, wide hips, bowling pin legs. She’s like a fertility goddess and there’s now a desperate tension in my Useless Composite Organ.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says. “The gold star? But you didn’t really get in that one time... I’m still technically a virgin.”
Oh god, that one time.
I’d licked her to one orgasm.
Fingered her to another. I swear she was sopping wet and loose.
She’d actually been there when I took my weekly pill, so she knew she was safe.
And I was very very hard and horny. It wasn’t her fault, but Joanne was a regular orgasm factory, but only for outputting my own orgasms. She thought blow jobs were gross, and her idea of a hand job was getting me to the point then snatching away her fingers with a squeal, leaving me to spurt into the vacuum... well OK into the air, but you know what I mean.
So that night as I knelt between her legs, I realised this was finally my chance of having a proper orgasm with her.
Joanne drew in her knees, closed her eyes. “Go on, do it. I’m ready.”
I got on all fours over her, dipped my hips so my cock --- my real cock, my actual penis with the foreskin furled back and the pre-cum beading the tip - nuzzled her furry lips.
I hesitated, gripped by a weird awe. This was it! We were both about to lose our virginities! Nothing would ever be the same again.
And I really wanted to lie on top of her, those big soft breasts cushioning me, lose myself in her fleshy curves.
Joanne screwed up her eyes tighter. “Do it!”
So I sank my weight.
The head of my penis passed the wet prickles of her pubic hair, registered the warm wet cleft and...
Her muscles... clamped.
My cock sort of slid off and up, grinding the tip against her bush.
It was enough. I sprayed all over her soft belly.
Joanne yelped and sat upright, shuffled away from me. She stared down at the white streaks of gloop now marring her smooth skin. “Oh My God, yuk! Jesus yuk!”
I scrambled for the tissues. “It’s OK... it’s OK...”
But Joanne was crying now. “Get it off get it off!”
I cleaned up the worst of it, but now she had bits of tissue stuck to her.
“OK,” she said, “go home. I need to shower.”
“I could shower with you...”
“Home!”
I didn’t call, she didn’t call.
She changed her socials status to “Single.”
And that was that.
Now here I am talking to her and she looks so sweet and beautiful. I make myself look her in the eye. “I’m so sorry.”
Joanne just laughs, goes up on tiptoes and --- breasts bumping my chest --- kisses me lightly on the lips. “I like this new Escher.”
“I think I do too,” I say.
And then I kiss her again. “So you like chastes?”
“Well duh.” She pulls back. “Carry my shopping. My new flat is just around the corner.”
I pick up her shopping and follow. I take my time in catching up: I have too good a view of her swinging hips and the flounce of her long golden hair.
Maybe... what if I spent two years CARGOed with her instead of Jane? I bet the economics would work out the same...
It’s one of those purpose-built student flats, more of a dorm. She unloads the shopping in the kitchen then beckons me through to her room --- shoes off at the door... her bare feet plump and enticing...
It’s not a large room --- I bet a CARGO flat would be better. I---
My ex girlfriend, the one I accidentally soiled, turns and kisses me, properly. Soft fill lips squished against my, jaw working, tongue flicking.
My penis hardens in its prison and a hunger spreads out, tightens my belly, makes my pelvis twitch. I get my arms around her waist, grind my caged groin into her and return the kiss.
Joanne mewls happily.
I shift to gnaw her collar bone. She tastes of soap and roses with a tang of sweat. I’m shuddering with lust now. Somebody is making desperate whimpering sounds... Me!
Oh My God I want her so badly it literally hurts: my chastity device is like vise crushing my poor lost penis.
Joanne giggles, pulls us both back onto the bed.
Now I’m on her throat, her... whatever you call that patch of skin above her breasts? --- décolletage?
She shifts and pops a breast free, just like that. No bra! The dress seems to have built in cups.
I get my mouth on her nipple. The taste of roses and perspiration is strong now, as summery as her floral dress.
She just keeps giggling like she’s splashing in a brook on a sunny day, makes herself comfy --- still a pillow princess, but now it doesn’t matter.
I slide my hand up her thigh, under the light fabric of her dress and and find... no pubic curls then suddenly a wet cleft.
No knickers either!
Shaved pussy!
Sweet, curvy Joanne has been going around naked and shaved under a flimsy dress.
Now my cage is really crushing my poor penis. I whimper against her breast.
Joanne tilts her hips suggestively. “Ahem?”
I slide two fingers into her cleft, hook where I know her G-spot is.
Joanne... purrs. Her slippery muscles ripple around my fingers.
I shudder. My caged groin pulses. I kneel back, get my left hand on her breast and piston my right.
“Oh!” Joanne flushes. She giggles. Her eyes brighten. “Oh yes!”
There’s nothing to it. I just keep up the pistoning while her vagina squelches, her flesh ripples and --- still in her pretty summer dress --- she thrashes her head, rippling her golden hair, undulates and wobbles to a happy orgasm.
I gently extract my fingers and lick them, recognise her taste from before. A squirt escapes my engorged penis, but the pressure does not slacken.
Joanne stretches, making the exposed breast wobble. The nipple is thick and pointy from my ministrations. She sighs happily. “You’ve improved, Escher!”
“I thought I was pretty good already back when we were together.”
“Yes...” she sits back against the headboard and adjusts her dress to cover the escaped boob. “... but you were always rushing to the hand job.”
I flush. “Sorry. Inexperience I guess.”
She giggles. “Well how about a hand job right now?” She purses her lips. “Or a blow job.”
My groin... squirms. “You’re mean.”
“Strip off, I want to see.”
So I just take off my clothes.
“Eww hairy,” she says. “But the cage looks neat.”
I contemplate myself. Some chastes do depilate, but I thought that was kink thing. “Well thanks for the feedback...” I glance around the room. It is cramped. How do I bring up my brilliant idea...?
Joanne shuffles back down the bed. For a moment, she looks like a Pre-Raphaelite panting with her pretty dress and her long golden hair spread out. Then she spreads her plump legs. “You’re not done yet.” She points meaningfully.
Naked except for collar and chastity cage, I kneel on the bed.
She furls her skirt to reveal soft thighs framing a smoothly shaven pussy with ruby inner lips overflowing her plump outer lips.
I just duck down and lick.
She tastes of... shrimp cocktail, perhaps? Seafood, but light and fresh.
And her clit is where I last left it. There’s nothing to this! Just squish my tongue around and around and around and---
Joanne lets out a groan that goes right through me, tightens my Useless Composite Organ until I want to scream into her pussy...
She gently pushes my head back. “All done.”
I roll over and flop next to her. “Wow.”
Her hair swings over my face and she kisses my forehead. “A great improvement.” She reaches for her phone. “Just let me scan your QR code. I’ll give you a great review on Her Licker.”
I sit up. “What? You’re on HrLckr?”
Joanne tosses her hair back --- giggle --- looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Well how else would I get my pussy licked?”
A wet pulse goes through my groin. Then a hand seems to clutch my heart. It’s like sweet lovely Joanne has become the vampire version of herself. Even so...
“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s CARGO and you could get a really nice flat and we could live together for two years until my release window.”
Joanna laughs.
“No, I’m serious!”
She tilts her head, so her long hair cascades over one shoulder. “But why would I do that?”
“Well nicer flat? And I could lick you any time you like?”
“But this flat is full of my friends, and I can get licked any time I like.”
“But I’d look after you...”
Withering look. “What? The boy who stayed home with mum and dad thinks he can do domesticity? Besides, your collar would be an embarrassment.”
I touch the black glass circlet. “My collar?”
“Well Companion. Everybody would think I was going to free you after two years like I was some simpy basic girl.”
“Uh, that would be the idea?”
Joanne wrinkles her nose. “God what, then what? You want to try sex again?”
“Well I suppose we’d have to break up then.”
She glares at me. “That’s what this is all about. You just think I’m some pathetic needy girl who’ll leap at the offer of a CARGOship and you’re prepared to... eat two years of my dating life just so you can get out of chastity and have a wank!” She rolls off the bed and rises.. “It’s still about your penis.”
I flush. “No... I... “
She reaches for her phone, brings up HrLckr. “You should go, Escher. I have...not this one not that one... a date in an hour and I really need to freshen up.”