Chastity People Chapter 10

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

Giles English

May 31, 2025

Previously on Chastity People…

(Changes to Milo’s last chapter.)

Milo could still taste her as he strolled back to campus.

It was then he realised he had not himself managed to eat a single one of the dozen pancakes he'd made.

"What a doormat!"

Well he knew somebody who wouldn't treat him that way. He messaged Nell as he walked.

ByronicEpicurean: Proper date this evening?

DemureObserver: (Typing)

Then nothing.

Then…

LeggyBarista: Breakfast? I have pastries.

LeggyBarista: Also pussy.

LeggyBarista: All you can eat.

The mystery girl sent him a fuzzy picture of a neatly shaved vulva.

Milo's chastity cage tightened so fast it was like being kicked in the gonads.

He blinked away tears.

"Oh well," he announced to the empty suburban street, "it would be rude to refuse."

Besides, he was damned if he was going to wait around for Nell to make up her mind.

He was done with being a doormat.

Chapter 10

The apartment door swung open but the hall within was empty. The sound of clattering came from what had to be the kitchen.

"Hello...? Er..." Milo felt his glass collar and decided he was beyond worrying about making a fool of himself. "Leggy Barista?"

A woman called back. "In kitchen."

A rack of coats and a parade of ladies boots and shoes told Milo that several women lived here.

The kitchen looked it.

"So sorry," said what must be LeggyBarista, towering from the midst of the chaos. She turned and her fluffy dressing gown fell open to the waist exposing one small breast. "Forgot was my turn for kitchen. Have to go to work soon."

Milo's chastity cage tightened around his pierced penis. This was the stunning manager from last night's gastro pub --- impossibly out of his league.

Her accent was Eastern European, and she had the blonde hair and radiant skin of an old-style Bond Girl, with long, long bare legs to match. Her open-toed slippers seemed to embrace her feet like affectionate cats.

Milo just wanted to rub his face up and down all that smooth flesh.

LeggyBarista bent to add more cups to the overladen dishwasher and her dressing gown caressed its way up her thighs to reveal a little of her perfect buttocks.

Milo's hips wobbled. "Should I..." His mouth was full of saliva. He swallowed and tried again. "I mean is this an awkward time...?"

LeggyBarista turned and regarded him with twinkly grey eyes. She flicked back her white-blonde hair the way Nell did, but when she did it the gesture was exotic... womanly...

Milo's pelvis twitched.

She was like every wet dream he'd ever had and she'd sent him a hookup request and it seemed like the greatest injustice in the world that Milo should be here in her kitchen with an irremovable chastity cage literally pinned to his penis.

"No," she said. "Just be a good boy and take out the garbage for me? Then we have time."

"Sure," said Milo.

There were three rubbish sacks, plus one in the kitchen bin. Holding his breath against the smell, he got them downstairs to the street bins.

By the time he was finished, LeggyBarista had the dishwasher running and was ineffectually sweeping the floor. "Sorry," she said, seemingly oblivious to the way her dressing down had fallen open, exposing her a strip of nakedness from cleavage down to smooth-shaved vulva.

Milo's penis spasmed wetly in its cage.

"Glad to help," he managed.

"No, I mean; sorry there is no tine," she said. "I need to finish kitchen then shower and dress for work." She started to fasten her gown.

Milo stared forlornly at her vulva as the fluffy material curtained it away. "It's OK," he said. "Why don't you shower and I finish up in here? To make time..."

The tall blonde gave him a look of amused contempt that went straight to his caged groin. His penis heaved uselessly against its bars.

God, she must think he was pathetic.

"OK then." She turned then shot him a look over her shoulder. "Also hang laundry in machine."

Milo worked fast... surfaces, floor, hand-washed the remaining dishes.

From down the hall came the sound of a hair dryer.

Trembling slightly, he threw open the washing machine, took out a bundle of wet laundry and started hanging them on the clothes horse. It was underwear --- impossibly skimpy panties, lacy bras. He was shuddering with lust by the time she returned.

LeggyBarista was in her pub uniform: Matching black miniskirt and waistcoat over a burgundy blouse. Here blonde hair was up, but that just gave her a more managerial look.

"Very good," she said.

The praise triggered a sticky pulse in Milo's lost penis. "Thanks."

He lowered his gaze, found himself staring at her sleek legs. She was wearing flat shoes that reminded him of a ballet dancer.

"Oh," she said. She thrust a paper bag into his hands. "Breakfast pastries. You go now."

He looked up. "But..."

She wrinkled her perfect nose. "I lie. Here is all you get." She lifted her miniskirt to reveal her perfect thighs and a tiny black thong clinging to the contours of her shaved vulva.

He'd already seen her private parts naked, but her casual crudity sent a spasm through Milo's hips. Something wet squirted from his caged penis.

He flushed as his cock subsided into sticky dormancy.

Her eyes twinkled amusement. "You remember and jerk off in maybe five years?" The hem fell back down her thighs. "Go now. I give you nice review."

And she did.

Back in the street Milo discovered he was a... "Good houseboy. Very efficient and polite."

He also had another five star review from Zoe. "Plied my favourite dildo magnificently. Also has the makings of a fabulous house boy. My kitchen is beautiful."

So that was where LeggyBarista got the idea she could exploit him.

His penis revived and filled its cage. My god she was hot, though.

"Enough."

He needed a palate cleanser. Where any of his other invites still active?

BubblesBarmaid looked promising... Maybe he'd get to use one of the dildos in his shoulder bag. Give her a good seeing too...

ByronicEpicurian: Still interested?

Milo leant against a lamppost and tried to guess which one she was.

A church bell started ringing.

He was ready to give up, then...

BubblesBarmaid: Yes lol. Doing my yoga :)

BubblesBarmaid: Housecall?

BubblesBarmaid: Pretty pls. LOL

Ten minutes later, she buzzed him into her stairwell.

Three flights up, a door opened on a petite girl in a crop top and yoga pants. Her dyed black hair was piled up in a scrunchy.

She was on the phone, but she beckoned him inside with a hiss of "Shoes off" --- she had a cute Scots accent.

He couldn't really place her from the pub. Surely he would have remembered the impossibly big eyes. His chastity cage tightened and all the blood seemed to drain from his brain into his imprisoned genitals.

She seemed to be in the middle of a dispute with her internet provider. "Yes, my address is..."

Milo pushed the front door closed and kicked off his shoes. It was a cramped studio apartment with sofa bed still made but folded away with the duvet piled on top and a cork board covered in pinned concert tickets and flyers for local indie bands. A laptop was open with what looked like a novel in progress.

"Well clearly you got the wrong address..."

The girl perched on the edge of the sofa bed and --- with a little giggle --- plucked suggestively at the waistband of her yoga pants. One big eye closed in a dirty wink. "Yes, my internet is still down."

Milo froze. It was all too normal. She was probably his age and on a gap year. This must be some mistake.

"Yes I'll hold..."

The phone started blaring "inspiring" rock classical hits.

BubblesBarmaid giggled. "Come on ByronicEpicurian..." her accent made her sound as if she was out of a Disney movie "...get my pants off."

She meant it! Milo's penis swelled in its cage and all but dragged him forward. He dropped to his knees in front of small feet. The skin of her waist yielded to his fingers and he snagged both the pants and her knickers and started rolling them down.

"Sorry about the call... I need my internet."

"How long have you worked at..." began Milo.

"Shush!" She put a finger to her lips. Her black nail polish was chipped.

"Yes no internet," she said. "Nada. The bloke who came round last week said it was the cabling..." She lifted her small buttocks. "...but it's still knackered."

Milo rolled the leggings and down as far as her hips unleashing the warm scent of her vulva.

BubblesBarmaid was unshaven, with dark brown curls covering an intriguing cleft with a glistening lining.

Milo chastity cage seemed to fill with concrete and his mouth with saliva. His pulse raced so fast his hands trembled. Somehow he managed to peel off the garments. Now, finally, he could duck towards her crotch, open mouthed, tongue willing...

"Yes, I rebooted..." With giggle, the Scots girl caught his shoulders with her bare feet. Her nipples were erect under her crop top and her face flushed. She shook her head and pointed behind him. "...and my operating system is up to date."

There was a yoga mat on the floor.

Milo shifted to kneel on it.

"Yes I'll hold..." Again the inspiring classical rock blared out of the phone. "On your back."

Milo lay down and made himself comfortable.

With another giggle, BubblesBarmaid scurried over to stand over his head. "Best support call ever!"

Milo's hips trembled as if she were about to descend on his erect penis. He stared up light-headedly between skinny legs and marvelled at the way the creases of her pert buttocks and vulva met to form a three-pronged Y like a Viking Zed Rune. Every woman had the same magic secret place...

The petite Scots girl sank down and carefully sat on his face, small heels digging into his chest. Her pussy landed a furry sidewise wet kiss on his mouth. She was already sopping and her savoury juices smeared over his lips.

Milo grabbed her tiny waist and started to lick.

His tongue parted her curls, went burrowing up for her diaphanous inner lips, lapped at the stronger taste, then found her button clitoris.

The Scots girl let out a squeaking giggle. "Oh that's better..."

"What? No the internet hasnae just---" She inhaled. "...repaired itself..."

Milo set his tongue flickering against the nub.

She panted and squirmed and the juices cascaded down to pool in the back of his throat.

"Yes!" she said. Then softer, "Yes, I mean I'm still here... yes I have rebooted it..."

Milo slid his hands up, over her warm tummy and cupped her breasts through her crop top, pinched her nipples through the fabric.

BubblesBarmaid gave a little whimper. "Oh!" she said. "That's the door. Can you hold the line...?"

Milo sucked so her her flesh blossomed in his mouth. He ground her clitoris against his front teeth.

The girl... let out a long whimpering squeal. Her breaths came shorter, faster. She ground her pussy against his teeth. Then she groaned. "Oh my fucking god... Oh... fuck fuck FUCK!"

Abruptly, she sat back on his chest and grinned down at him, big eyes blazing with joy, nipples very very erect under her clingy crop top.

Milo's face was sticky with her juices, his mouth steeped in her taste, his penis engorged with unslated lust. Suddenly he wanted to know everything about this girl... where she came from, why she left Scotland, what she was writing, what her plans were, what it was like to go to a gig with her and how she danced and what else made this big eyes smile...

She pressed a key on her phone. "Right," she said "I'm back. So..." She rose off him and made a little shooing motion with her free hand.

Something about the casual certainty of the gesture triggered a fiery squirt from his caged penis.

"My internet..." she said. "I really, really need it working..."

Still hard in his chastity device, Milo picked himself up, pulled on his shoes. The Scots girl was still on the phone when he slipped out her front door.

Down in the street, Milo's stomach rumbled and he remembered he had pastries from LeggyBarista.

His device has slackened somewhat by the time he found a bench by a bus stop and looked in the bag.

The pain au chocolat was inviting, but his mouth was still salty from the Scot's girl's juices. Instead he opted for the Greek feta pie.

Comfortable now, went back to his messages to Nell.

She still hadn't answered.

ByronicEpicurian: I propose we pretend to be Ordinary People and have a Normal Date.

DemureObserver: (Typing)

DemureObserver: No kink stuff.

Milo frowned. He didn't think they had done kink stuff together. He had a flash of sweet, wholesome Nell wielding a whip and laughed.

No, she must just mean his chastity cage.

ByronicEpicurian: None at all.

ByronicEpicurian: We shall pretend I'm not upgraded.