Chastity People Chapter 18
A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
RETCONS: Sorry I can’t finish this without some tweaks…
Previously in Chastity People
The morning after Zoe’s wild toga party…
He found Zoe at the kitchen table, resplendent in her quilted dressing gown. He served her a latte and started on the loading last night’s glasses into the dishwasher, but she motioned him to sit down opposite her.
“I think this rather works.”
“Yes miss-…” He blushed. “Yes it does.”
“What are you planning when you graduate?”
Milo shrugged. “Do something in Communications, I suppose.”
“You seem unenthusiastic.”
“I did the degree because it’s the closest thing to English Literature I could get into.” He sighed. His family home hadn’t exactly been a conducive environment for doing well in his high school exams. “Or I could do a masters. Maybe AI training.”
“What if you had some breathing space for a year or two?”
“That would be a relief.”
“I’m 56 years old. I would rather like a chaste man my own age to grow old with… Maybe a Capon even.” Zoe laughed. “Various bewildered divorcees are coming on the market pre-locked. However, I propose to start my search on my 60th birthday. How would you like a CARGO partnership until then?”
“Four years.” Milo’s penis hardened in its cage. His mouth went dry. “But I’m going to be free in two and a half. You’re asking me for an extra eighteen months of chastity.”
“Pah!” said Zoe. “What’s a few second’s squirting compared to the wild time you could have as my house slave?”
“What if I changed my mind and ran away?”
“The local Wellness team would fetch you back, and I would be very cross indeed,” said Zoe, sounding quite serious.
Her dressing gown had opened slightly, revealing her deep cleavage. Milo wanted to slip a hand inside and fondle a giant breast.
He closed his eyes.
“And if I really ran away?”
“How would you live? I would control your bank accounts and you couldn’t sign any contracts without me.”
“That seems… harsh.”
Zoe sniffed. “It was no different for women of less than a century ago. At least you can vote…”
She put her hand on his
Milo opened his eyes and found himself locking gaze with her.
“Think how free you would feel,” said Zoe. “No more indecision.”
“An extra two and a half years,” said Milo. “I’m sorry but I just can’t make myself do it.”
“Well at least think about it,” said Zoe. “Now, slave, make some breakfast pancakes for everybody.”
In the aftermath of Nell crashing Milo’s family home…
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: I am in a CARGO relationship with Milo. Could we talk over a glass of mulled wine? Bring your girlfriends for support.
Chapter 19
The doorbell went as Milo was arranging Zoe’s parlour “for visitors”.
He did a last glance around. The velvet curtains were already closed against the winter dark, so he couldn’t see who was calling. However the room looked just right.
He grinned. It was much less chaotic here than at home. Things he tidied stayed tidied.
The doorbell rang again.
Milo hurried out into the hall and detected muffled female giggles from beyond the front door.
He hesitated.
Was that...?
A third doorbell ring, this time with loud female laughter.
Zoe’s voice floated down from the first floor landing, “Answer it for God’s sake.” She didn’t give him a demerit, so maybe she was feeling generous.
Milo threw open the front door to find Nell on the step, a wintery vision in her fur-trimmed coat, long skirt and boots.
But behind her were busty Kiera, his best mate’s girlfriend, and leggy Amber --- god those boots suited her --- clinging to the arm of the butch Gunny.
“Ah...” began Milo, and froze. “I...”
Suddenly he was aware of how he must look in his housekeeping uniform of matching black tunic and trousers, and how that must make his collar seem like a badge of slavery rather than sexual identity.
On cue, the collar seemed to tighten as the blood went to his face.
Zoe --- who had stalked up behind him --- gave him a good push on the shoulder. “Oh do get out the way, slave.” Then, “Girls, welcome. Wipe your feet, but you can leave your boots on. Come on in. Milo will take your coats.”
Nell didn’t make eye contact, just thrust her coat into his arms.
Kiera and Amber thought it was hilarious, Gunny just didn’t seem to see him.
Zoe ushered the four women through to the parlour. “Does everybody like mulled wine?”
(paywall unlocks at the weekend)
