Chastity People Chapter 8

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

You probably want to read some earlier chapters first! See Table of Contents

The electric screwdriver whirred and the last leg of the robot went on. "There," said Nell.

"Will it hold?" said Amber.

"It only has to work once," said Nell.

That's what I'm doing, *building a life to get me through to the end of the academic year.

Friends? Check!

Secret boyfriend with no penis...?*

Kiera handed Nell the electric screwdriver. "So who's the lucky guy?"

"Pardon?" said Nell, pretending to focus on adjusting the leg to their stair-climbing robot.

"Come on!" said Kiera. "Your hair's a mess and you stink of fuck."

"Kiera!" said Amber. The tall girl's face went pink. She put a hand over her mouth. "Language."

"Yes," said Nell. "Language."

Kiera pushed in closer, as always, impressive bosom leading the way. "So who was he?"

"He?" A hand seemed to clutch Nell's heart. She didn't want them to know about Milo with his collar and cock cage, and overflowing brain.

Nell's phone buzzed. It wobbled across the work bench like a stray vibrator.

Nell grabbed for it.

Kiera got there first and held it up so Nell could see.

Gunny: How about that spanking?

The message appeared on top of the lock-screen. Worse, Gunny's avatar was an anim version of herself, complete with studded BDSM collar.

Amber let out a little squeak and crossed her ankles.

Kiera grinned like a cat. "Fuck, me, lass," said Kiera, "but you're a dark horse!"

Nell waved at Gunny across the lab.

The blonde girl waved back.

There. Damage averted.

Gunny's group's robot chose that moment to spring into the air with an audible "boing", come down head-first on the top practice step, then fall to pieces.

Suddenly everybody at Gunny's table was shouting at each other. Gunny tore into Adam with a string of expletives. The words "mansplaining dickrash" carried across the lab as the tutor moved to intervene.

Amber giggled.

"She's... really butch," said Kiera.

"I suppose," said Nell.

"Well," said Kiera, handing back the phone. "Are you going to reply? Is she going to get her spanking? We need to know!"

Nell put the phone in the pocket of her walking trousers, which were still sandy. She had a flash of pounding the dildo into Gunny in the cave while the fire flickered and the storm raged outside. "She seems busy just now."

The tutor managed to get Gunny's team to go outside for some air. The lab settled back into its hum of conversation and clatter of tools and robots.

Kiera set their robot going. It hopped up the first step, skittered around looking for the next one.

"Nell? I totally support you," said Amber. "You being a lesbian makes no difference to our friendship."

"And a pervert," said Kiera, with a grin. "The spanking."

"Oh," said Amber. Then, "But that's much better than hanging out with them real perverts." She tapped her skinny neck to mime a glass collar.

The robot made the second step.

"Thanks, guys," said Nell, remembering catching Milo by his glass collar and drawing him down so he could fuck her with the prosthetic and his wide-eyed look as he pounded her into a soul wrecking orgasm, and after...

Kiera grabbed her arm. "Fuck me, it's working!"

The robot made the third then fourth step..."

"Come on little robot!" cried Amber. "You can do it."

It roamed around, detected the far edge, turned around and --- carefully --- hopped back down.

The three of them clapped.

The other teams joined in.

And that's how chaste Milo had made her feel, realised Nell. Observed, like an experiment.

She liked him locked --- it did suit him.

The first two times with him had been OK because he'd been so... tortured. He'd actually wept on her vulva.

But the third time, the intimacy was one-sided.

She didn't need a vagina full of jism, but she did need something back.

Quietly, she turned away from her friends and brought out her phone.

Nell: I think you do deserve a spanking.

Gunny: ;)

Gunny: Tonight?

Nell: Friday. Need to recover.

Gunny: :)

"You see?" said the tutor --- Anne, a woman as buxom as Kiera but with far more authority --- "It can be done."

Dr Burley's knee-boots clacked on the lecture theatre floor as she paced.

"So, how does...(clack!)... the use of colour in (clack!)... a popular advertisement (clack!)... function as a (clack!)... sign to convey meaning to its audience?"

Each clack made Milo's penis throb hopelessly in its prison.

Dr Burley was explaining the Theory of Semiotics, but all he could think about was that those were the same brown boots she'd dug into his back as he licked her, and each smack of sole on wood gave him a vision of her vulva with its thick inner lips and luxuriant hair. He could even taste her.

His pelvis gave an involuntary twitch. He braced his legs under the desk to steady himself.

"Milo," said Dr Burley. "Can you answer the question?"

"Of course," said Milo. "Colour operates as a signifier within the semiotic system of the advert..."

Dr Burley nodded as Milo spoke and it was as if nothing had passed between them.

Which made sense, since he was nothing to her, except maybe sport --- she'd clearly enjoyed seducing him.

How about Nell? What was he to her?

Why was he so drawn to her?

When Milo emerged from the lecture hall, the lamps were already on across the campus and a cold wind was blowing.

Worse, there was a text from Ryan saying he had a hookup and wasn't up for the boardgame cafe.

This wasn't going to be much of a Friday night.

His phone pinged with a HrLckr message.

JustZoe: Brrr!

JustZoe: Dinner and Canoeing Giggles?

JustZoe: Oh burger this voiced wrecking ignition!

JustZoe: I meant cunning lingers

JustZoe: Double burger!

Milo laughed as he typed.

ByronicEpicurian: Burger canoeing sounds great.

Two hours later, Milo was wearing his best shirt and sitting in a posh pub restaurant opposite Zoe and indeed tucking into a burger while waitresses gave him speculative glances. Judging from the look in Zoe's eyes, "canoeing" would come later.

Zoe talked more than he did, and it was nice to let her flow and for once be a good listener.

Apparently, the music professor had played keyboards in a 90s girl punk band. She'd been... attractive back then, all bosom and short skirt with dark make-up accentuating her big eyes.

Milo squinted at the picture on her phone. "I would have been terrified of you."

"You wouldn't have gotten a look in," said Zoe with a laugh. "We were all political lesbians back then..." She put down her phone, leaving him contemplating the present-day Zoe.

Not bad for her age, but the professor's age was definitely middle aged. Her make-up could not hide the creases around her cheeks, nor the laughter lines, nor the soft flesh of her neck.

"Just the sea we swam in...," said Zoe, "but all those slippery fish... Ha! That was when the omni-vaccine came in of course. Glorious time to be alive."

Milo realised he wasn't really attracted to this woman, not with the visceral lust he had for Nell or even Dr Burley. He liked Zoe, loved the idea of her, but their last encounter and the foursome on that wild night had been a product of alcohol and the after-lust of his brief servicing of his casually exploitative English lecturer.

Could he go through with tonight?

Why was he even here?

A leggy waitress took away his empty plate with a lot of simpering and giggling.

"You're quite the centre of attention," remarked Zoe.

"It's the collar," he said, touching it. "Chastes are still a rarity."

"Actually, there are thirteen in the college and --- wait for it..." She poked her phone. "One hundred and sixty two locally."

"Granted," said Milo. "However, that's a tiny percentage of the population."

"More's the pity," said Zoe, toasting him with her glass of red wine.

"God yes," he said returning the toast.

"Oh?" said Zoe. "I had thought you might dislike the competition."

"I'm not really competing with other chastes..." He trailed off. "It would be nice to be normal."

"Oh!" cried Zoe. "There's a girl!"

"I... er..." Why did he have to just blurt stuff out?

"It's quite OK, young man," said Zoe. "I have no expectations or illusions." She leaned over the table, flaunting her deep cleavage. "Do tell. Is she a Virgo?"

"Yes... but she doesn't know it."

"Intriguing." She sat back.

"Tragic."

"Oh?" Zoe dabbed her mouth with a napkin.

"I don't want her to be a Virgo," said Mile. "I want her to be there in five years when I get out of..." He pointed at his crotch. "...this thing."

"Five years is a long time in a young life."

Milo's penis stirred as if testing its bars. "I am aware."

"I mean in her life."

"Well yes, I mean anything can happen, but I would like a little hope."

"If you are so very smitten, wouldn't you be better making hay while the sun shines?"

Death By Chocolate arrived, with coffee to wash it down.

The combination cleared Milo's head somewhat. "But what if I turn her into a Virgo?"

"I'm sure you can no more turn a girl Virgo than the girl punk scene could turn me into a proper lesbian. She is or she isn't."

"But what if... what if I fall in love and can't bear to leave her so I'm stuck as a chaste?"

"If you're not making a sacrifice, then it's not true love. Believe me, I've found out the hard way." Zoe twisted in her seat. "May I have the bill please?"

As walked through darkened streets, the professor slipped her arm in his. "So why did you 'upgrade' if I may ask?"

Milo laughed ruefully. "I wanted the Artemis grant and sex didn't seem so much an issue."

"Oh dear, poor boy, were you misadvised?"

Milo thought for a moment. "Not really."

He'd worried about being asexual, and the chastity cage had cleared that up. It had also banished his mild depression. He was also more present in his life... no more drifting off into complex masturbation fantasies.

And, well he'd lied about his 'calling' to be a chaste, hadn't he? That wasn't the counsellor's fault, but maybe he should bring that up with her.

After a while, Zoe said, "I sense I've touched on a too personal subject."

"Oh, sorry," said Miles. "You just made me introspect. Why do you want there to be more chastes, Zoe?"

Zoe chuckled. "I rather think it suits young men. An 'upgrade', just like they say."

But now he recognised her street.

Of course. Sex.

Her arm tightened on his.

"You don't mind being seen with a chaste?" he said.

"If you've got it, flaunt it my boy!" Zoe stopped him at her garden gate, drew him down for a kiss.

Her lips were big, she smelled of perfume and make up. Her big tongue was an invasion. There was no tightness in his cage. Why am I doing this?

"Come on," she said, taking him by the hand.

He couldn't not.

Milo found himself following her up the garden path and going into the bungalow, and on into her back bedroom extension --- the one room that was hers that was not crammed with books and sheet music.

And it was as if the chastity cage had robbed him of his free will.

Zoe turned down the lights and put a rack of 78s on her ancient record deck. The hiss of needle in groove made it sound like it was raining outside.

With the bluesy moans of Bessie Smith as a soundtrack, Zoe had him strip and stand there while she ran her hands over his naked body and chuckled over his youth.

The professor's touch was gentle, sensual, but it was the fact of his powerlessness that sent wet pulses through Milo's lost penis until his cage slackened.

Then --- as Dave Brubeck came on --- Zoe threw off her own clothes without any particular artfulness and he remembered she was once a punk with stompy boots and a "fuck you" T-shirt.

Kissing her on the bed, Milo reflected that Zoe wasn't bad naked, especially in the soft light with jazz playing.

She had curves in the right places. What her breasts lacked in firmness, they made up for in shear scale. It was mesmerising to play with them them and feel their weight.

Milo knew that any man in his forties would find her attractive. However, Milo wasn't even twenty yet, and his chastity cage remained resolutely loose.

Zoe pushed his head down suggestively and he couldn't refuse that.

He didn't need an erection, never would with her. He just needed to obey.

And suddenly he was hard --- painfully --- hard in his chastity cage. Not because this older woman was suddenly attractive, but because she wasn't.

He trawled her the thick lips of her vulva, thrust his tongue up into the roof of her vagina.

She chuckled merrily. "Oh you remembered. Heavenly youth!"

She came loudly, quickly, then sat up and clapped her hands. "Encore! Put on your Magic Boxers, my boy! I'm a size queen, don';t you know!"

Zoe favoured a dildo that looked as big as Nell's forearm. She took it enthusiastically in doggy position. "Back in my political lesbian days, I used to enjoy a good fisting, but this is..." She shuddered as it went in. "...far superior!"

By now Take Five was playing on repeat. All Milo had to do was keep time with the music, thrusting while her buttocks wobbled and her breasts swing, slurping orgasms out of her while his groin became a throbbing knot of arousal.

Finally, the professor sighed contentedly, burrowed under the covers, mumbled something, then fell asleep.

Milo was still hard in his chastity cage. HrLckr had several invites from handles like DancingLegs and BubblesBarista. He turned off his phone, managed to do the same with the old record player.

A trip to the bathroom to avail himself of his overnight bag, then he slipped into bed next to the sleeping professor.

He'd never actually slept with a woman, but the bed was warm and he was tired.

He woke twice. Once to the sound of somebody --- Anne? --- having sex somewhere in another room. A second time to Zoe's snoring.

That took Milo to 6am. He crept through to the kitchen. Zoe's housemates seemed to have had a chicken tray bake, ice cream, and lots of wine before going out last night. Somebody had also burned some nachos and left the mess to soak in the sink.

Tutting to himself, Milo brewed coffee and checked the map on his phone to see how to get home.

But then it started raining.

There was nothing for breakfast, so he put together some pancakes --- hand-whisked so as not to make too much noise. He made a large enough batch to leave some behind for Zoe.

The state of the kitchen was vaguely offensive, so in between frying pancakes, Milo sorted it out.

"Is that coffee... ?" said Zoe, padding in in her big fluffy slippers. "Oh!" She glanced around the clean work surfaces and freshly mopped floor. "Wonderful!"

"Take a seat," said Milo.

The front door went and Anne wandered in without her hookup.

Then another bang of the front door and the distinctive sound of boots being discarded. Then Dr Burley stalked into the kitchen in stockinged feet. Her long hair was was dishevelled from the rain and in last night's club wear. A soaking had not cured her hangover. She was ecstatic to find a hot carbs for breakfast, though somehow she managed not to thank Milo directly.

Milo served them all. Coffee, pancakes, more coffee, more pancakes, this time with bacon.

And they just slipped into ignoring him. Last night's adventures, social life plans, departmental politics... all more interesting than he was.

It was outrageous, but Milo couldn't bring himself to elbow a place in the conversation and somehow that got him hard in his chastity device.

But what would he say, anyway?

Maybe it was better this way.

At length the younger women went off for their showers, leaving Milo alone with Zoe.

The professor pushed back her chair and stretched her chubby legs. "I must say, you make a wonderful houseboy!"

"Thanks," said Milo. Then with a flourish; "Will there be anything else, ma'am?"

"Yes," said Zoe, opening her legs wider and let her dressing gown fall open on her naked figure. "I shall have another helping of cunnilingus."

And once again, Milo could not refuse.

He knelt on the kitchen floor. She was ripe this morning with last night's juices and her pubic hair tangled into dreadlocks. However, savoury after coffee was not so bad and there was a satisfaction in licking the older woman to yet another orgasm.

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.

So it seemed that as long as he was chaste, he was going to let women take advantage of him. If that was the case, it might as well be a woman he... he was drawn to.

He messaged Nell as he walked.

ByronicEpicurean: Proper date this evening?

DemureObserver: (Typing)

DemureObserver: (Typing)

Then nothing.

Then...

LeggyBarrista: Breakfast? I have doughnuts.

LeggyBarrista: Also pussy.

LeggyBarrista: 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, this might be his last few hours of freedom... for a while.

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