Chastity People Chapter 11

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

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Milo turned at the sound of Nell's boots on the damp pavement.

She was wearing a cute beret and her duffel coat was open to reveal dark velvet dress that went halfway down her thighs.

Nell looked like she'd just stepped off a New York fashion shoot, except that her face was too young and sweet.

Was she womanly and sophisticated or cute and adorable?

Either way, Milo had seen her naked, pounded groans out of her with a dildo, buried his face in her furry vulva, wallowed in her juices...

Milo's chastity cage tightened and he was suddenly aware of the weight of his shoulder bag, stuffed as it was with dildos and his DongThong™ --- the things he needed to give her a "normal" date.

Nell grinned at him. "A board game café?"

"What? Oh..." Milo laughed. "You wanted to see my world."

She flicked back her long golden hair. "That I did."

He opened the door for her.

Inside was a busy Friday evening with games laid out on big tables while people munched pizza slices and drank too much coffee. Heads --- both male and female --- turned as Nell passed. Some of the looks passed from Nell to Milo and they became knowing: people had noticed his collar.

Nell glanced around. "It is a whole new world."

"This way." Milo steered her to the table where Ryan and his regular group waited.

Nell hung her coat on the back of a chair and sat down. "Hi Ryan." Then to everybody else, "I'm Nell. I've never done this before. Unless you count Monopoly?"

Oh god, thought Milo, she's not going to fit in, or she'll think everybody is lame.

But Nell handled introductions with charm: Ben, who was on her course, and Jeff and Janice, a graduate couple who worked in finance.

Then she settled to terraform Mars before anybody else could.

"Oh, it's just project management," she said modestly. "I have an unfair advantage."

Ryan suggested a galactic empire-building game.

Nell drew on that with Milo, but probably because he was familiar with the game and she wasn't.

When Milo went to the bar to get drinks, she followed. "Is it OK winning? Am I doing OK?"

Milo kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're doing fine. Formidable is good."

She shimmied her hips with a chuckle. "Oh it's formidable, now, is it?

Milo's caged groin tightened. "And stunning."

She let out a giggle that went straight to his pierced penis.

Back at the table, they took a break from gaming to chat. Ben and Nell had a conversation about engineering that Milo couldn't understand. Then Janice got Nell talking about where she grew up, and that led to the discovery that she had played Dungeons and Dragons when she was younger.

"I'm a secret nerd, I am," said Nell. Then, "Oh, sorry - was that a slur?"

Everybody laughed.

Thankfully.

They got through three rounds of a silly card game where the rules kept changing --- Nell couldn't win that! --- then it was closing time.

Ryan stayed back to "help" the buxom café owner. Jeff and Janice hopped in a cab. Ben said something about his boyfriend's shift finishing and hurried off.

"Not exactly late night revellers, your lot," said Nell as they emerged into street.

The lights inside went off. Milo glanced back and caught a glimpse of the buxom café owner draping herself across the bar while Ryan lifted her skirt.

His collar suddenly felt too tight. He coughed. "I suspect they all prefer sex to clubbing."

"What about you?"

"I've not done either," said Milo, then realised maybe he was breaking the no-kink rule by mentioning that. Anyway, what he'd said didn't make sense --- Ryan wasn't having sex either.

Nell's eyes twinkled. "I could take you clubbing."

He gestured at his clothing. "I'm not exactly dressed for it."

She smiled sweetly. "Then that leaves the other thing."

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours," she said. "Less likely to run into anybody I know." She slipped an arm in his. "Did I do OK?"

"You were splendid. I think they liked you."

"Seemed like a nice crowd."

And they chatted like that while her boots clicked on the pavement and each pace took them nearer to nakedness and something not unlike sex and it was surreal and magical and unbelievable.

As they turned onto the street leading to the college gates, she brought them to a halt. "Posh Boy is silent for once. What are you thinking?"

"That this is the first time we've just talked."

"And...?"

"I enjoy your company."

"Me too." Nell laughed. "Like your company, I mean." She detached her arm and did a slightly wobbly pirouette. "And I do like the city at night."

"It's not exactly cosmopolitan metropolis."

"When I get to one of those, I'll like it even more." She took his hands. "Makes me feel I can be anybody."

"And what anybody are you?"

Nell pulled him forward, tilted her head and kissed him, working her mouth so her cold lips massaged his.

Milo's pierced penis reared against its cage. He slipped his hands inside her open duffel coat, caught her waist and advanced his tong to flick her lips.

Her tongue slithered out to greet his. Her hands went to the back of his neck, fingers tucked into the permanent glass collar that broadcast his status as a Chaste.

Lust boiled up from Milo's caged groin and he fell into a vortex of lips and tongues and coffee-tasting saliva.

Finally she pulled away with a gasp. "Let's go to your room and find out, shall we? The kind of anybody I am, I mean." She giggled. "Plus I need a pee --- all that caffeine."

Ten minutes later, he'd turned the desk lamp down to create mood lighting and was just picking a playlist on his phone when she emerged from his bathroom, still fully dressed in her boots and clinging burgundy dress.

"Come on," she said, over the sound of Django Reinhardt and Stéphane Grappelli playing guitar and fiddle as the lights went out over Europe. "Seduce me with your posh ways."

Milo's chastity device scrunched around his rock hard penis.

And he was afraid.

If he did this, he would suffer, not just tonight, but tomorrow and the next day.

But he accustomed to that.

So, why the fear?

Nell flicked back her hair. "What's the matter, Milo?"

"I... it's been a lovely evening. Perhaps we should be old-fashioned for a few dates."

Her eyes narrowed. "Old-fashioned?"

Milo flushed. "I mean if this is going to be a relationship, then maybe we should start from scratch. I want you to respect me..." He trailed off, feeling stupid.

"I'll show you old-fashioned!" She stooped, breasts swinging under the fabric of her dress, took the garment by the hem and pulled it off in single motion that made her long hair float and bush.

Milo's hips twitched. A wet pulse went through his caged dick.

Sweet, adorable Nell was stark naked... stark naked except for her knee high boots and the black velvet stay-up stockings that made her legs look as if they'd been dipped in chocolate. The contrast turned her pale thighs into a sort canvas for the fuzzy arrowhead of hair. The curls barely masked the pouting inner lips of her vulva which glistened like rubies in some forgotten dragon hoard.

Milo shuddered. This was one of his very specific masturbation fantasies, from back when he could masturbate.

Five years!

The blood drained from his brain, transmuted to pure lust, then boiled out of his caged penis. The pressure points cut in, and he could feel the passage of the thick liquid, but take no pleasure in it. "Oh God!"

Nell wiggled her hips so her large breasts swung. "Is this about right for the the music?"

Milo's penis flopped stickly in its cage. He heard himself say, "Paris, 1930s."

"Hmm." She contemplated her stockings. "Maybe I should get a corset. Get a Moulin Rouge effect."

"1890s", gasped Milo. He took an unsteady step towards her. Part of him was aware that he was spent and limp inside his chastity cage, that his magic boxers were sopping with semen. It didn't matter. He no longer felt afraid.

She crossed her ankles. "Do you like my boots?"

"Stunning."

Nell slid her right foot forward. "You can touch."

"Oh god." Milo dropped to his knees, took hold of her leather clad calf. He'd never really touched a woman's boot, not like this. The crinkles, the little scuffs, made it... real?

His penis roused in its prison.

"Kiss," she said.

He ducked his head and kissed the toe.

There was a whiff of hygienic wipe --- she'd clearly cleaned her boots while she was in the bathroom; this was all planned --- then the tang of leather which reminded him of the taste of her vagina.

"This is my anybody, who I become in the city," she said, voice dreamy as if talking to herself.

Milo groaned and kissed his way up the toe.

"I can't feel that," she said, "but it feels good."

He rubbed his cheek up her boot to where the leather left off and the stocking began.

"Do you like her?" she asked. "My anybody?"

He drew breath to answer.

"No," said Nell. "Don't answer that. I'm not sure I want you to like her."

She bent her knee, raised her heel so her right foot was on tiptoe, leather crinkling.

Milo took that as an invite, rubbed his face on her stocking then kissed her inner thigh. Her vulva was so close he could feel its heat. He inhaled and her aroma coiled through him so his penis swelled against its bars.

Nell lowered her leg, shifted her feet apart. "Go on, Posh Boy, serve me."

Milo slid his hands over her cool bare hips, clasped her soft buttocks.

Her body heat warmed his face. The aroma of her sex filled his senses. He opened his mouth, craned his neck until the collar dug into the nape.

Nell swayed forward and pressed her vulva into his ready mouth.

Milo let out a muffled gasp and sucked. Her labia flared against his lips, her juices filled his mouth.

"Mmm," she said, bracing her legs.

Milo's shrivelled penis twitched and swelled in its cage. He burrowed his tongue up through her slipper lips, found the nub of her clitoris and ground his tip against it.

Nell swayed. "Oh Jesus, I'm not sure I can..." She shuffled around.

Milo somehow managed to keep on licking her as she backed onto the bed and draped herself over the edge.

"Better! Keep going. Oh..." She groaned, an animal sound, completely uninhibited. She groaned again, this time louder. She draped her legs over his back, dug her heels into his ribs. "Faster!"

Milo's penis swelled hopelessly to fill its prison. The world shrank to the throb in his neutered groin and the sensation of his tongue lashing her clitoris.

Nell craned forward, crushed his head into her crotch. "Oh Jesus. Yes! Yes!" Then she moaned low and long, pitch wavering into a crescendo. "YES!"

Finally, she released him to drop back onto his knees, face plastered with her juices, penis throbbing in its cage like a perpetual motion machine and Milo had a vision of himself growing old like this, drunk on lust, always hard.

Nell sat up and contemplated him with a flushed face. Her nipples were erect and her skin was speckled with perspiration. Her lips parted in a sweet grin. "Well what are you waiting for? Clean up then come fuck me. I want my kink-free date."

As he rose, she said, "Wait. I want to pick a dildo."

While you’re waiting for the next chapter, discover Ryan’s origin story!