More of "Fall in Chastity"
And imagining TV shows redone for the CARGO'verse
Sometimes I think we should go back to using “pervert” as a technical term.
I’m a submissive and a masochist, but it feels like my adventures have perverted my entire sexual response.
I’ll see some lovely pre-Raphaelite woman on a gallery wall, and my immediate fantasy is not kissing her or running my hands under her diaphanous gown, but simply being her chaste slave. The same goes for a faded photo of a flapper of yesteryear.
And, when I see a lovely autumnal woodland scene like this one, I imagine somewhere in there is a cabin with a beautiful woman and a man in chastity — a Chaste — who loves her and thinks she’s worth the suffering.
You are what you get off to, I suppose.
Last time I talked about wanting to imagine male chastity as normal. The flip side of that is wanting to imagine normal stories involving chaste males.
Some classic TV shows would easily work in the CARGO’verse.
Imagine Friends, but all the men are chastes. Joey signed up to be a Neuter to get a part, not realising that it’s irreversible for ten years. Ross did it because he thought it would help with his studies. Chandler… he probably did it because his first girlfriend told him to — remember the sequence with Rachel’s boss? The series would then cover the run-up to their individual releases, or not, depending on relationships.
Think of the Gilmore Girls. Perhaps Luke — Lorelai Gilmore’s on/off love interest — is grumpy because he’s a Neuter and wishes he wasn’t? Maybe Paris Geller insists that Doyle become a Chaste, since that’s more hygienic, or as a method of birth control. Rory could have an on/off relationship with a horny chaste…
Male chastity would also work great for old-style BBC sitcoms. Anybody remember Man About the House? Modern ones too. We could have some fun with Ted Lasso…
Which brings us to all those modern Netflix “city girl finds herself in a quirky small town” series and Christmas movies.
Of course, for any of these to work as actual stories, they’d have to be about more than sex and male chastity.
And, for similar reasons, though Fall in Chastity contains some intense explicit erotic action, it also has some moments that belong in a more traditional Romance, specifically a Cosy Fall Romance. Hopefully, this adds punch to when the perfectly normal and nice characters do dirty, kinky “sex”. You decide…
Fall in Chastity — Chapter 3
Heather hiked up the hem of her sweater dress and aimed her phone one-handed. Really her feet looked too fat for this, but at least she'd done her nails right.
Click!
The Irish Sea sent a crystal clear wavelet washing up the narrow strip of sand. Ice water lapped her's toes, clawed her ankles.
She squealed, hopped back.
The hem of her sweater dress dropped back over her bare legs. Her phone went flying.
She grabbed at it, just propelled it further into the air. "Oh My God!
It missed a stone and landed on the dryish sand.
It still worked, at least. And she had a photo of bare feet in the sand --- for all that this was probably the only patch of sand on the entire stretch of rocky coastline --- so that was one item ticked off on the Top Ten Snaps for Fashion Influencers.
She wriggled her toes. It was actually nice having cold feet knowing she had cosy over-the-knee socks to pull on in just a couple of minutes. She'd not brought a towel, so she patted her soles on a flat rock and let the wind dry her skin.
And, it was a beautiful day. The island the other side of the sound was rust red with autumn leaves. Overhead, a V of migrating birds flapped off in the direction of America.
Heather glanced at the shoulder bag containing the urn. Was this the place?
She'd already considered and rejected at least four spots on her walk. Her eyes blurred. "Damn." She blinked away the tears and phoned Shona.
Her friend's voice came on with talking in the background. "I can't chat long hen, but quick, are you OK?"
Heather meant to ask whether there was a better place around the headland. Instead she blurted, "I'm not sure Henry was a sea cat."
"What?"
"I mean I kept him locked in the apartment except to go walkies with a leash on his collar..."
Shona laughed. "Are you sure you're not a Virago? Mind you, I don't keep my Whatshisname on a leash. Not outside, anyway."
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