Chastity People Chapter 17
A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
RETCON: The story has actually taken place over the first two and a bit years of a three-year UK university course. The characters are now half way through the first semester of their final year and it’s still the Christmas Vacation….
Nell strode down the centre of Milo’s snow-covered street, street, knee-boots sinking through the crust so that her black A-line skirt gathered white powder on its hem and she felt like an intruder.
These were posh houses with third bedrooms over garages and tasteful lights draped over tame fir trees. When the thaw came there would be manicured lawns and electric Range Rovers gliding out over clean-swept driveways.
The part of her that was still a nice working class lass wanted to flee back to the safety of her family’s little former council house. But if her finals went OK, this kind of home would be hers some day, but only if. Which is why she was here. She’d broken up with Gunny, which was easy enough since it turned out they’d never really been girlfriends. Now she had to really clear the decks and end it with Milo.
Number Fifteen Birchtree Court.
Behind the front room window, a Christmas tree suffocated under wreathes of tinsel.
Nell’s eyes narrowed.
The roof fascia boards needed a repaint and it looked like there was pointing to do on the brickwork. Two of of the windows had condensation in their double-glazing.
Not so posh then.
But then, Milo had once said it was complicated.
Nell hesitated at the gate. Three years ago, she wouldn’t have had the confidence to do this.
But then, three years ago she didn’t expect to the balance of her university life flogging a lesbian and getting regular cunnilingus from a man in with a cage stapled to his cock.
She paced carefully up the icy path, took a breath, rang the doorbell, and still didn’t really know.
Nothing happened.
She rang again.
Somewhere in the house, a woman yelled. Sounded drunk.
Footsteps. A man grumbled.
An inner door opened.
Nell’s pulse quickened.
Nell pulled back her hood so her face was framed by the fur lining... an effect she’d practised in the mirror. Because she did want to leave Milo wanting more.
At last, the front door creaked open.
But the person greeting her was a man maybe his late twenties with scraggly long hair and a stained T-shirt. He was tall, but stooped so Nell met him eye-to-eye. There was a family resemblance. Milo had a big brother Jasper, she recalled...
Jasper wrinkled his nose. “Can I help you?” He sounded posh, not dorky posh like Milo, but rather a nasal puppy-drowning posh like the villain from some old movie.
“Jasper?” drawled the woman from deeper in the house. Posh and --- yes --- drunk. “Who the hell is it?”
Nell looked him in the eye. “I’m here to see Milo.”
Jasper’s eyebrows raised. He looked her up and down, then down again as if his eyes had gotten stuck to her her boots.
Nell pivoted her right foot so he could see the rising instep and the block heel.
Jasper actually got an erection!
Nell could see it straining against his corduroy trousers.
She hadn’t dealt with one of those since Adam back in First Year. What was he going to do? Scurry off and masturbate over memories of her boots?
“Jasper?”
Jasper looked up, seemed to feel Nell’s amused disgust. He flushed. “It’s... it’s... somebody for Milo, Mother.”
“Well tell him to go away!”
“It’s not a him, Mother, it’s a girl.”
“What does she want a eunuch for? Anyway, Milo needs to help me tidy. I’m having one of my bad days. Tell her to fuck orf.”
“Mother is having one of her bad days. You had better go.”
Nell scraped her toe along the doorstep. “Not without seeing Milo.”
Jasper’s gaze dropped back to her boot, flushed deeper. He half-looked over his shoulder. “He’s in his room playing video games. I’ll get him...”
“I plan to surprise him,” said Nell, slipping past. The central heating was turned up way too high. Ahead, lay a flight of stairs cluttered with plant pots and empty wine bottles.
Jasper gobbled like a turkey. “But... But...”
“Jasper!” cried Mother. “This tea is cold.”
“You’re mother’s tea is cold!” cried Nell, taking the stairs two steps at a time.
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The carpet was threadbare in places, the wall lined with random pictures. The landing had too much furniture on it, with bronze Buddhas and Tiffany lamps and several carriage clocks fighting over the available surfaces.
There was a choice of doors, but only one had the sound of small arms fire coming from within.
Nell threw it open inside. “Surprise!”
“Jesus!”
Milo --- for Nell had guessed right --- shot upright so quickly that he sent his worn-looking gaming chair tumbling. He blinked at her while he set it upright. “Some warning would have been nice.”
Nell laughed and bummed the door closed behind her. She started unbuttoning her coat. “It’s not like I could catch you wanking is it?”
Milo flushed, looked down, was captured by her boots.
Nell had planned to grab his glass collar and kiss him like the old lover she was. Now, instead, she tossed her her coat at him. “Where are your manners?”
He just managed to catch it. “I’ll... I’ll hang that up for you, mistress.”
As he slipped past her to hang it up, she glanced around his room. “Mistress?”
“A slip of the tongue.”
“That’s what I came for.”
The words just came out, but she realised she had. She was glad he couldn’t see her blush.
“Tidy,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“Not like the rest of the house, which is full of crap by the way.”
“Yes,” he said, manoeuvring around her. “I had noticed. Mother is a collector...” His eyes went really wide.
“You like the retro look,” said Nell, swishing the skirt to flaunt the boots. She’d paired the skirt with a tight high-necked velvet top that made her look like she was going to solve crimes with Sherlock Holmes. She took a quick glance around the room Milo had grown up in.
Wardrobe, bookshelf, single bed, computer table. There was a single picture frame containing a six cards of Edwardian ladies in riding habits, complete with boots and whips.
Whips!
That was new information.
She tilted her chin in the direction of the Edwardian ladies. “I bet you used to jerk off to them... back when you could. How long’s it been? Remind me.”
“Two-and-a-half years,” said Milo. He shuddered. “Not that I... I mean... Sometimes...” He swayed.
“Sorry... I’m going to have to...” Milo sank to his knees. He looked up at her, eyes ablaze “At this instant, not so well.”
Nell blinked. Gunny used to kneel like that, but only when ordered to as part of a scene. Milo made it look natural. “Fuck, you’re totally submissive! I mean beyond all the goddess stuff you spout.”
“Yes,” said Milo. “Yes I do believe I am.”
Good opening. She wanted a nice normal boy now. It really was time to end whatever the fuck it was that they had. “So...” She couldn’t do it.
“Yes?” prompted Milo from the floor.
“...two-and-a-half years,” said Nell, delaying the moment. “You’re about half way to a wank then? How’s that going for you?”
Milo groaned.
Nell laughed. OK maybe I can have some fun first. She moved to perch her bottom on the edge of his computer table, bracing her legs apart to stretch the A-line skirt taut and expose her boots. “Or was it internet porn you jerked off to?”
Laughing, Milo shuffled around to kneel facing her. “I’ll have you know I have a very vivid imagination.”
“Did I feature in these imaginings.”
“Almost always.”
Nell laughed. “Gross!” It didn’t come out as the joke she’d intended. She did actually feel vaguely violated. “So I was just this sex puppet in your head?”
“I was very respectful,” said Milo.
“Like this?” said Nell. “On your knees?”
“Totally.”
Nell pushed off the desk and clip-clopped towards the gaming chair. “But you did get off.”
“Not in my fantasies,” said Milo, shuffling to track her. “I mean we covered CARGO in sex ed and the whole chastity thing rather stuck in my head.”
Nell sprawled into the chair, lifting the front of her skirt and underskirt as she settled so as to give him a good view of her cashmere stay-up stockings and the bare thighs above. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me in your bedroom.”
Milo’s pelvis twitched so hard he half rose from kneeling. “God yes.”
Nell slumped down, further lifted the hem so the fabric bunched up over her tummy. “Well go on then, Slave.”
Another whimper and he was between her legs.
He whimpered.
Yes, she’d gone commando this morning out of habit. But he hadn’t really...
His breath was hot on her vulva. His face tickled her pubes. Then his tongue flicked her labia and homed in on her clitoris and her vagina came alive like a hungry alien, rippling and clenching. She groaned.
Between her thighs, Milo whimpered.
And for the first time Nell realised what chastity must feel like. Just lying here having him lick her was as good as whipping him. Almost.
The orgasm rocked through her. She clamped her jaw and the climax came out as nasal squeaks.
She exhaled and pushed him back, then stood up.
He knelt on the floor at her boots looking pleased with himself.
“So these respectful fantasies.” She tilted her head at the equestrian ladies. “Were they respectful as in whips were involved?”
That wiped the stupid grin of his face. He shuddered. “Oh god.”
“You wouldn’t enjoy the real thing.”
“Apparently, I find it quite compelling.” Milo looked up at her. “Does that make me repulsive?”
Nell furrowed her brow, trying to disentangle his words only the blood had flowed from her brain into her nether regions where it set everything pulsing and rippling again. Something wet trickled down her left inner thigh. “Milo Renny, are you telling me you like being whipped?”
“I’m not sure like is the right word, but I find that I keep coming back to it.”
“Is this a serious... mistress that you have?”
“No.” He blushed. “I mean I take her seriously, but there’s an age gap.” He lowered his chin to his chest. “You’re disgusted.”
“Disgusted?” Nell laughed. “I want to tie you up and whip you until you scream.”
“I don’t understand?”
“I did all this dancing around hinting you at my dark side, and all this time you were getting your bottom spanked by some cougar.”
“Meaning?”
“I mean that the girl I’ve been seeing...” Now it was Nell’s turn to blush. “She likes being whipped and I like doing it. Need to be doing it, now. Only we broke up. I’m not a lesbian, I’m a Virago.”
“Oh god, a Virago,” said Milo.
“A Virgo, but dominant,” said Nell.
“I know what they are,” said Milo. “Are you sure you’re not just dominant? Dominant is great.”
Nell thought of Jasper’s bulge, Adam’s penis nudging the back of her throat. She shook her head. “Sorry.”
“But I only became a chaste so I could escape my family.” He touched his glass collar. “For the grant. And, OK, for the chastity fantasy as well.”
“It worked out fine, though.”
“As far as it goes,” he said. “I’ve paced myself for five years.”
“We could cross that bridge when we come to it,” said Nell.
“We?” said Milo. “God yes. But, as you observed, I am totally submissive and you are a Virago. You would tell me to remain a chaste, and I would.”
Nell suddenly felt naked... like that time in the sea with Gunny. After a moment she said, “You’re really that submissive?”
“MIIIII-LOOO!” Milo’s mother’s voice tore through the house. “Your little friend needs to go now so you can come and help me tidy.”
“So you’ve been seeing a woman old enough to be your mum?” said Nell.
Milo flushed. “It’s not because of...”
“I believe you,” she said.
But she didn’t.
But she also hated Milo’s family for what they’d done to him. And maybe hated Milo for making Nell complicit.
Once again she lifted her skirt and sat in his computer chair. “Lick me first,” she said.
This time she didn’t hold back.
As she reached a very noisy climax, Milo made little panicky mewp sounds. But he didn’t stop licking.
Once she was... sated was the word, Nell put on her coat and left Milo kneeling wet- faced on the floor of his childhood bedroom, a big damp patch on his computer chair.
Nell found his family loitering in the downstairs hall.
Milo’s mother turned out to be the kind of woman who wore yoga pants but was too bony for them and her hair needed a wash and cut. Or maybe shaving entirely.
“Mrs Renny,” said Nell. “You should scrub up and get on HrLckr. A good seeing-to would perk you up.”
Mrs Renny went a funny colour and made gobbling sounds.
Jasper, of course, had another erection --- or was it the same one?
Nell patted his cheek as she slipped past him. “You know, you’d almost be attractive if you had a collar and a cage like your brother.”
Then she fled off into the winter dusk.
Free.
Not like Milo, who she blocked on HrLckr and all other possible channels.
But maybe Nell wasn’t free either.
She kept dreaming about him: Ancient Rome --- she was in something floaty --- and Miloe was naked and bound face-first to a rough wooden cross and he screamed as she applied a branding iron to his buttocks and smelt the burning flesh.
The vibrator didn’t help, it just fixed the dreams as a recurring fantasy.
But, fantasies be damned, Nell wasn’t going to exploit him.
Then towards the end of the holiday, HrLckr pinged.
It was a message from a female user.
JustZoe: We have Milo in common. Could we talk over a glass of sherry?
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