Bradley Jones's Chastity

Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 13​

A soft breast bumps my shoulder. A freckled arm reaches past with a bottle of red wine. “More wine, madam? Sir?”

I recognise the soft Irish accent, get a vision of pale freckled skin, rosy nipples and rosy inner vaginal lips glinting from behind a fuzz of red pubic hair. RedRunner, it seems, is on the waiting staff tonight (a charity fund raiser... something to do with “scholarships for future female leaders”, and yes the Artemis Foundation is a major donor.)

My penis goes off like an air bag, fills the chastity cage until it prickles. The stern Victorian ladies around the Institute’s wood-panelled walls look at me sternly from within gilded frames.

I squirm in my chair. “Uh...”

“Yes please,” drawls Mariella beside me. She puts an elegant hand on my arm and now I’m remembering how I pounded the out-sized dildo into the blond cougar while she encouraged me with a kick of her boot heels. I shudder and wonder what the evening will bring... will I get to taste her this time?

RedRunner leans between us, all loose red hair, short apron and shorter skirt. She gives me a lewd wink that sends a jolt to my caged groin.

December is less than six months away, but it feels like I have to wait a lifetime to get shot of the Chaste Maker device and wank myself back into what Ada called “post nut clarity”.

How did I end up as Mariella’s escort ?

I really do mean escort.

Mariella rang me to invite me to be her short-notice “plus one”.

I explained I’d quit my job --- I still get nightmares about Lydia and her bolt cutter, only she wants to apply it to my actual nuts! --- and was planning to do the rounds of the bars and restaurants looking for cash-in-hand work.

“Oh,” drawled Mariella in her unbearably sexy upper-class accent, “I’ll make it worth your while, then. We can do the whole thing ‘off app’.”

So that’s this week’s rent sorted. I just have to be a charming ornament now, and a disposable sex toy later. Currently, I’m sitting back out of the way so Mariella can talk past me to the woman on my right who has a Very Large Town House to refurbish.

Mariella has cat-on-heat perfume and a voice that would sound wicked just reading from a software license, so it’s not a terrible fate. I could do a lot worse than basically whoring myself to her...

A movement catches my eye.

My friend Minnie takes vacant seat further down the table. She waves cheerfully at me.

I wave back and feel a little envious --- marriage suits her.

There’s a flash of green and Caroline Darcy slips into the place beside her. Minnie’s not here with her wife.

I have time to think, of course Minnie and Caroline are old friends.

Then Caroline’s uncanny brown eyes widen and I fall into her gaze.

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Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 14
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“This way,” says Caroline.

Mariella follows the taller woman across the first-floor landing, and each click of her heels puts my teeth on edge.

This is the second time I’ve been in Caroline’s house, but the first time I’ve entered through the front door like a proper guest.

Even so, I’m miserable.

I know sex means simulated sex --- there’s no way out of this chastity cage --- but it’s still some kind of sex with Caroline. It should be enchanted and romantic like our kiss in the Institute library, not a performance for a lecherous cougar to drool over.

And my magic boxers still feel sticky. I probably reek of semen.

Oh my god this is the worst night of my life.

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Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 15​

Her leather jacket dripping rainwater, Lydia stomps into the entrance hall and yells up the stairs, “Caroline! Where the bloody hell are you?”

I hover awkwardly, vaguely feeling I should take her coat. At the same time, I’m aware I just ran a bath for Caroline. I should probably go up and warn her that her angry ex-wife --- my ex-girlfriend --- has just forced her way into her house.

“CARO---!” Lydia falls silent.

My girlfriend has appeared at the top of the stairs and she looks stunning! Her bushy hair is unbound. She’s wearing her Chinese dressing gown. Red-gold dragons snake over the deep green silk that clings to her lithe form but stops half way down her slender thighs.

It’s stupid, but I get hard in my cage just looking up at her. I suppose I was hard anyway. Caroline always enjoys a good licking after a workout, and --- though I’ve washed my face --- I can still taste her pussy.

My girlfriend’s big eyes twinkle. “Lydia? I thought we had done closure.”

“Fuck your closure!” Lydia’s boots clump as she bounds up the staircase. “You... you crazy narcissistic bitch!”

I scramble after my ex-girlfriend, not sure what I’m supposed to do.

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Thanks! There are about three chapters to go, now!

I need to get another side story written...

 

It's really nice when somebody spots stuff like that! One of the reasons I write these as actual stories is that it creates moments with emotional impact like chapter 15.


Btw The snag with wanting to bang Caroline is that I suspect very few men can actually keep it up for her.

 

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Bradley Jones's Chastity - Chapter 16 (Free Read!)
Femdom romance in a world where Chaste is an identity and the NHS installs permanent chastity devices.​

Ada’s power shower is kind of weedy, but the water still stings my unhooded penis. It also --- for the first time --- generates a pleasant tingling sensation.

I probe my groin just above the root of my penis. The subdermal implant has finally dissolved! They installed it to make me impotent during the healing of the hole left by neo-coral grommet.

Yes, I went the whole hog and had all trace of my chaste adventure removed. It added a month to the healing time --- we’re already at the end of January --- but it also means my dick can’t take another grommet. Nobody can tempt me back into being a chaste.

I wonder how they are doing?

I get a flash of tangled legs and Caroline’s pouting lips --- both sets --- her brown eyes and Lydia’s twinkling beads.

My penis tightens, lurches, hardens and....

OMG! ERECTS!

“I HAVE AN ERECTION!” I declare to the world.

I stare down at this alien thing and it stares back up at me with its single eye. Here’s a kind of tightness under the head. Gingerly, I probe the space where the grommet was. Yes, it’s completely healed!

This is it. I’m going to wank myself stupid.

I switch off the shower and push open the glass door.

“Careful, Bradley!”

The cramped bathroom is half full of naked Ada. She has one foot on the closed WC so she can towel a powerful thigh.

I clamp my hands to my rock hard erection.

It’s been a really weird month. I’ve been living in Ada’s spare room rent free, in return for keeping house. There’s been nothing sexual between us, not even a kiss. But she routinely wanders around the small bungalow in her underwear or naked. It’s as if I don’t count in some way, or maybe she doesn’t care?

Ada glances as she changes foot, her great breasts jiggling as she moves.

She peers around my hand, “Finally! Get dried off then and we can do blow jobs.”

My penis throbs against my palm. “Uh. I’m not sure I’m ready.”

Ada grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “Of course you are.”

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CHAPTER 17 (Penultimate chapter!!)

As I reach for the familiar doorbell, my hand freezes.

It’s like those social media memes: Superman sweats over which button to press. Two bad options.

But I’ve made my choice and this option is a good one. I’m just worried about what might turn into an uncomfortable conversation.

I press the doorbell.

My ex-girlfriend buzzes me in.

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Chapter 18 - FINAL CHAPTER!!!​

“Hello Bradley.”

It’s late evening, dark with a hint of wintry rain. Caroline’s front door is a rectangle of warmth and light and she stands in it like as if posing for a religious icon.

She’s fresh from a dinner party. Her hair is up, and she’’s wearing that black velvet dress she had on when first we met. It hugs her slender hips and drapes over her long legs, overlapping tight knee-high boots.

I get hard just looking her. “It’s cold out here,” I say, suggestively.

Caroline shakes her head. “I’m sorry Bradley...”

There’s that ever-so-subtle lisp, the wet click that draws attention to her full lips, and makes me remember her other lips and what they are like when wet.

“...however,” she continues, “try as I might, I cannot envisage enjoying conventional penetrative intercourse. It seems I love you, but I am just not in love with you. In fact---.”

I forget my prepared speech and simply unzip my jacket to expose my gold collar.

Caroline stammers into silence. She... ripples from booted toe to flushing cheeks. “Well, that changes every---.”

She interrupts herself with a gasp, descends the two steps and flings herself at me.

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Shona's Surprising Slave Chapter 1​

An English City, the year the UK parliament passed the Consenting Adults Relationships, Gender and Orientation Act (“CARGO”)

His foreskin was gone for a start, neatly lasered away. All they’d left was a thick ridge of the new nano-tech wound gel.

Hal’s mouth went dry.

He was sitting on the edge of his girlfriend’s bed where the daylight was good, examining what the Artemis Clinic had done to his dick. The piercing could be closed, but his sensitive, delicate foreskin had gone in the bio-waste would never grow back.

Hal wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He checked the time --- he still had twenty minutes before she returned to take advantage of her split shift by having lunchtime sex.

He twisted the organ so as to inspect the underside.

There, behind the head was the grommet --- a little doughnut of neo-coral that was already bonding with the flesh of his penis. It would prevent the PA piercing from ever migrating.

It itched a little, but there was no pain.

The grommet was flat enough so as not to interfere with sex, but thick enough to hold a little plug to make peeing easy.

Hal twisted the plug free and carefully put it in the carrying box. Then, with trembling hands, he took out the base ring of the Artemis Chastity Device.

One testicle at a time, then his penis... it was just like putting on any other base ring, except that this one was in a realistic flesh tone that made it almost invisible once installed.

Next came the fine mesh penis hood with a PA hook, all freshly 3D-printed in the same propriety flesh-toned ceramic.

His penis twitched, but instead of getting hard, turtled in on itself.

A bit of fishing and fiddling and he had the hollow PA hook installed in his urethra. The penis hood snapped into place; a perfect fit. However, the purple of the head of his dick was now replaced with an uncanny plastic skin colour, as if he were an anatomically correct Ken doll.

Now he did get an erection.

He was running out of time. “Damn.”

Hal double-checked the door was locked and ran on the spot until his dick went limp.
Finally, he slotted the penis hood into the tube, slid that over his shaft and snapped the base ring into place

He stood up and inspected himself in the wardrobe mirror. “Ta-dah!”

Thanks to its matt flesh coloured material, the hi-tech chastity device was almost invisible, except for the bright red button around the keyhole.

Somebody tried the door.

Hal jerked and put his hand over his crotch.

“Hal?”

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Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 2
Shona wriggled her toes against the clean sheets and sipped her latte, delivered to the door by a deliciously cute 20-something girl from the nearby hipster café, no less. “This is the life.”

“I was thinking,” said Victor, beside her.

“Not more work stuff.”

“But I love putting you through your paces.”

He did. He was always prodding her for her opinions on this trend and that geopolitical situation. His questions had felt like mentoring at first, but now --- sometimes --- he contributed so little to the conversation that she suspected he was just flattering her by pretending to take an interest in her thoughts.

Shona sighed. “What then?”

Victor laughed. “That we could let people know about us at the party.”

Shona coughed into her drink. But this was what she wanted, right? “At the party?”

“Yes, of course at the party.” He rolled over to kiss her. There was a flick of tongue.

“Go on then, Victor,” said Shona. She plonked her coffee on the bedside table and squirmed down the bed. Her long hair spread out over the pillows.

Victor glanced at her. “You look beautiful!”

“Thanks,” she said, knowing full well that in a few hours he’d be complaining about stray red hairs all over on his nice white sheets.

As she moved down the bed, the silky nightgown she’d bought for the weekend slid up her legs leaving them bare against the warm sheets. She moistened in anticipation.

Beside her, Victor struggled out of his boxer shorts, flapping the covers as he did so the scent of last night’s coupling wafted Shona’s face. She allowed herself a secret smile: the cat that got the cream... the big-boned ginger-haired provincial girl who got the high-powered alpha male who wasn’t put off by her monstrous height and broad figure.

Victor rolled over and reached for the condoms on his side of the bed.

Shona’s grin became a frown. She quickly smoothed her expression. “Aren’t you forgetting your manners, lover boy?” she asked sweetly. She added a giggle just in case. As her mother was always telling her, nice was all she had.

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Which part makes you sad? Perpetual chastity or subordinate role in the throuple?

 

I suppose it depends on what you mean by a positive lifestyle. Without the chastity, he rates an Ada if he's lucky. So the question is whether or not you think it's a fair trade...

 

Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 4
Hal shuddered.

Just knowing the big naked woman was behind him made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

How had he ended up here?

He’d been doing Ms Armstrong’s apartment for nearly a year. The contract was for two hours housekeeping, weekly. He generally spent more like three or four. She just seemed to need it, with her busy sporty life involving multiple changes of clothes and a tendency to litter the place with pizza boxes and wine bottles.

Ms Armstrong could surely afford the extra time - she was some kind of high-flying executive, after all. However, her shoes were like canoes, her fashionable boots more like chic waste paper baskets. For all she had a happy grin in the various group photos she had pinned up around the place, she’d seemed like an ungainly ginger giantess compared to her fashionably petite friends. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass her by speaking to the agency and asking for more hours. Instead, he’d decided that looking after her would be his little secret.

Then she’d appeared before him, a real woman, bare skin dripping from her shower, and she slapped him and that slap had flipped his world.

Ms Armstrong wasn’t big, she was scaled up, like those larger-than-life statues that got him embarrassingly turned on during his gap year trip to Rome...

Worse, she was a dead-ringer for a certain sculpture of a bare-breasted Amazon that he had... remembered when his graduate research uncovered literary evidence for an ancient ritual site on the banks of Loch Lomond... a place where a cult of Celtic Amazons kept male temple slaves in silver penis cages.

All that and there she was, towering over him, pubic hair like a flame, so much marble-flesh and curved muscle and his cheek still smarted and he could refuse her nothing.

And that was how he’d ended up stripping down to his chastity cage.

“Come here and lick my cunt,” she repeated.

Hal’s hips twitched. The chastity device seemed to tighten until it prickled around his penis. He shuffled around and gasped.

The statuesque red-haired woman lay sprawled across her bed, round breasts lolling on her chest, big white feet planted on the floor. Between her muscular thighs flourished red pubic curls. Fleshy inner folds had forced open the outer lips of her vulva. They glistened in the daylight.

He stood there, transfixed.

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