Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 24
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
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The hellish thing was, nobody noticed the steel slave collar around Hal's neck.
It was too hot for a turtle-neck sweater. Mistress's apartment was only just bearable with all the windows open and a hint of a breeze off the old dock basin. The summer streets would be worse.
Unfortunately, Wednesday was the Farmer's Market. Hal needed to go out for fresh produce and he needed to do it under the heat of the noonday sun or else miss the best cuts from the butcher's stall. That meant exposing his shameful slave collar to the world
Unfortunately, Mistress wouldn't care about his embarrassment. When she lent him to Angela, she'd made it abundantly clear she didn't care about what he felt, or even what other people did to him. So he had only one choice if he wanted to be a "treasure" that she would one day care about.
And that was why he was browsing the market stalls in shorts and a T-shirt, with one of Mistress's baseball caps to shade his eyes, and his slave collar exposed for all to see.
And nobody noticed, or if they noticed, nobody cared. They probably thought it was "alt" fashion jewellery.
And that felt... weird because whenever he was in an old-fashioned market, it was an old game of his to pretend he was a Roman slave sent shopping by his owner.
Now, here he was shopping in his slave collar with the sun beating down as if he were in some ancient Mediterranean city, and it seemed like the most normal thing in the world.
He didn't even feel horny. Just home, and there was something about that sensation that set butterflies tingling in his stomach.
Mind you there was a lot more visible female skin than there would be in a real Roman market. The posh trad wives and hipster restaurateurs were out in force. It was floaty sun dresses and bare feminine limbs as far as the eye could see... that and floaty cotton shirts paired with bikinis.
He got in the queue behind a tall woman with short dark hair, multiple ear piercings and wooden bangles around delicate wrists. Below the kissable nape of her neck, a web of leather thongs held her backless top in place. As he watched, beads of perspiration formed on her tanned skin and trickled down her spine.
Hal's penis swelled to fill its permanent cage with a comfortable firmness and he felt... weirdly free?
His brow furrowed.
Pre Tabitha, he would have been torn between the desire to somehow connect to this gorgeous woman, and the fear of making a pest of himself with somebody who was clearly out of his league.
Back when he and Tabitha were together, he would have had a panicky sense that maybe he was missing out, that there was somebody better just around the corner, and maybe she was the woman standing in front of him if only he talked to her.
Either way, he'd have felt flustered and dissatisfied with his lot and vaguely guilty all at once.
Now, he was owned and neutered, he couldn't chat up anybody, and even if he did, there was no point. Any woman who liked neuters would be on the HrLckr app and would see he was owned. And even if he weren't owned, it would be up to her to make the first move.
It was possible to have too much choice.
And that was why he felt weirdly free, which was in turn, disquieting.
The tall woman bought a plastic crate of meat --- perhaps for a restaurant she ran --- and strode off without noticing Hal. The buxom girl behind the meat counter did notice him, or more specifically his collar. She winked and gave him an extra steak.
Flushing, he stuffed the meat in his cool bag, and fled into the crowd. She'd been wearing hacked-off dungarees and not much else... maybe a bra under the faded denim. What would it be like to undo her top buttons and find out?
He'd never know.
Hal chewed his lip and checked his shopping list. It would always be like this now he was owned and neutered. He just needed to steer the relationship into a saner place and maybe get rid of the steel collar.
Mistress was making her big pitch tomorrow. Win or lose, she would go on their date and together they would find a way forward. He was her creation --- she'd pressed his red button after all --- so sooner or later she would love him!
"This is my M... girlfriend Shona. She works in the City and handles accounts worth millions and millions of dollars."
His permanent chastity device tightened.
He laughed to himself. OK, her status turned him on like he was some kind of groupie.
His phone pinged.
Hal started guiltily, but it was just an alert for CARGO-related news.
He found some shade under the awning of a coffee stall. He bought a latte with his own money and settled down at a table.
The banking app was still open. He had the bleak realisation that he could barely afford two starters in the kind of restaurant Shona was used to. Maybe he could do something quirky and adventurous for their date instead?
Never mind. He had to know out about CARGO.
So...
So, Prime Minister Aurelia Sharpe was still an infeasibly hot Valkyrie blond, even without the sword from the coronation. And the crazy marriage reforms looked like they were definitely going through. One of the opposition MPs had warned about "risks to vulnerable men", but had been laughed down by the other --- mostly female --- house.
But there was another thing.
"Chaste" was still going to be a legal identity, but there would be two initial offerings: "Chastes" committed to five years and forced to wear tell-tale collars, and "Neuters", who would be stuck for ten years minimum, collars optional.
Hal set down his coffee and stared into the distance.
So, there was a safe way of removing his chastity cage after all. He could be out in less time than it had taken him to complete his doctorate... if he didn't mind living with a collar around his neck for five years.
How would Mistress feel about that?
"Val, old man!" Victor pulled back a chair and set down a bottle of import beer. He'd managed a colonial look, complete with canvas suit and brimmed hat. "I thought it was you."
Hal glared at him. "It's Hal." With the pitch session tomorrow, Victor was bound to be making some sort of play to disrupt Mistress.
"Hal," said Victor. "That's what I said." He leaned closer. His gaze flickered to Hal's slave collar. His eyebrows furrowed. He gulped his beer, then his expression settled into what Hal thought of as posh affable. "Look, can we talk?"
"Apparently," said Hal.
Victor laughed. "Oh touché. I forgot you were a college professor."
"That's..." Hal closed his mouth. He was been going to say, an Americanism. But then he would have to admit that he was no sort of university lecturer or professional academic either. "OK."
"I have a confession, Hal. I was rather looking for you."
"I'm flattered."
"No, really, I got the whole story out of Tabitha... spanked it out of her, actually." Victor smirked. "A squealer that one. Anyway, what she did was Not On." He produced a fat padded envelope and pushed it across the table. "Here are your keys back. You're free!"
Hal laughed. So this was the play. He started to push the envelope away. What could he say to really rattle Victor? "Hardly..." he began, but couldn't think of anything clever.
Victor put a firm hand on the envelope. "I know, old man. You're trapped in an abusive relationship by your poor financial situation. Tabitha explained it all. Look inside."
Hal lifted the flap. There were his useless keys, and a very useful looking wad of £50 notes. Small change for Victor, but maybe life-changing for Hal.
"Men should watch each other's backs," said Victor. "The women are coming for us."
"Thanks," said Hal. He slid the envelope into his bag. "But I rather think the women are coming for themselves."
Victor snorted. "Nice. L-O-L as they say."
"That wasn't a joke, Victor" said Hal. He knocked back his coffee and left Victor looking perplexed, but not as perplexed as he felt about his own feelings.
At least he no longer had to worry about paying for the date. He'd save telling Mistress about the money for after --- she'd probably find it hilarious that Victor had paid for their romantic night out together.
When he got back to the apartment, Mistress was curled up on the sofa with her laptop. She wore just her favourite cat T-shirt and panties, with her bushy red hair constrained by a simple band. Her muscular legs were drawn in so that the curves pressed together reminding him of other curves in other places. She must have decided to come home to work --- not that she would ever explain herself to him...
Hal's phone beeped.
"Ten demerits! Where have you been, slave?"
Hal's forehead throbbed and his collar suddenly felt too tight. That was... flagrantly unfair! He straightened his chin and indicated the cool bag slung over his shoulder. "Farmer's Market, Mistress."
"Oh." She glanced at her laptop. "Oh well, no way to take those back. Get me an iced coffee."
Hal's penis inflated in its cage until the bars prickled. The blood went from his brain.
Her green eyes flashed. Again, his phone buzzed. "Another ten demerits," she said. "Get a move on, slave."
"Yes, Mistress." Hal scampered to the kitchen.
As he closed the door behind himself, his penis heaved and pulsed wetly in its prison.
Mistress must have the counter set to deliver ten demerits at a time. He thought of experiencing each and every on of those strokes of the whip and shuddered.
That was insane!
No, it was raw power.
Mistress didn't need to be fair. She could do anything she liked.
That thought caused another joyless spurt of semen to escape his engorged cock.
He was still hard a ten minutes later when he paced back into the lounge with a tray containing a single tall glass of iced coffee done just the way she liked it. He set it down on the nearby table. "Will there be anything else, Mistress?"
"No... Oh... Yes." Without glancing at him, she set aside her laptop, swung her legs off the sofa and parted them. "Take off my knickers and lick me."
Hal shuddered. His hips twitched as if they could drive his dick free of its prison. He dropped to his knees. As always, he felt himself shrink in comparison to the red-haired Amazon goddess.
Some of her russet curls had escaped the skimpy panties. As he reached up for the waistband, she lifted her buttocks.
Hal drew down the panties, unleashing the ripe feline scent of her pussy. He glimpsed red curls. Then she closed her legs so he could get the skimpy garment all the way down past her ankles and off her feet.
He waited, mouth watering, as she shuffled to the edge of the sofa, parted her statuesque thighs and planted a big foot either side of his knees. At last, there was her red-thatched pussy, the glistening inner lips already bulging from their fleshy crevice.
Dizzy with lust, Hal ducked between her freckled thighs. He drew his tongue up, expertly parting her lips all the way to her thick clitoris.
Mistress sighed contentedly.
Her taste exploded through him, filling his senses with a musk that possessed every fibre of his being. The permanent chastity cage crunched his pierced penis. A fiery pressure built up in the tip. It was pure arousal with no urgency, no need or want, just a prickling, burning endless fireball of sensation.
His tongue flickered into action, lashing the nub in the apex of her savoury lips.
"Oh, aye," said Mistress. "Perfect..." She groaned and Hal could sense the onrushing orgasm.
He suddenly understood what she meant when she had told Colleen that using him like this was was just "masturbation".
Right now, as he pitched and rolled in the stream of desire, he was as much part of her as her hand was when she pleasured herself. There could be no greater intimacy than this.
Mistress groaned louder, arced back against the sofa so the frame creaked. Her thighs opened wide so that the tendons stood out. It was as if she had become a fleshy Charybdis... a vortex trying to consume him whole.
Hal's groin twisted into a knot of ecstasy, braiding his senses into one blazing, pulsing blur.
"Oh fuck oh..." Mistress let out a thunderous groan.
The world dropped away, and there was only his tongue lashing the juices out of her dripping pussy, and her clitoris like some enchanted altar and Hal was ascending to the Heavens like Daedalus and...
"Stop!"
Hal came crashing back to Earth and on his knees, kneeling between his mistress's feet, shaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm, while his mind wallowed in euphoria.
Still naked except for her T-shirt, Mistress sipped her iced coffee. Her pussy was a mess of wet red fur and glistening pink inner lips spread by his tongue. "Are there fresh towels, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Hal felt a spike of outrage.
He had just come as close to a religious experience as he could imagine, and she was asking about towels!
But then, Mistress didn't care what he felt, and certainly didn't want to hear about it.
She rose to tower over him.
Hal resisted the urge to stare up at her pussy --- too much risk of eye contact.
Her sweaty T-shirt and bra drooped at her feet. "I'm taking a shower," she said. "Clean up here, then find me something cool to wear and get me some lunch --- I left my sandwiches in the office."
Then he was abandoned, still aroused, still without an orgasm, with no kind word, not even an acknowledgement of what had just passed between them.
Hal picked up her T-shirt, buried his face in it. The sharp tang of her perspiration mingled with the lingering scent of her pussy.
He sobbed. She didn't care what she'd just done to him.
Then he had a horrible realisation.
If she had cared, then it wouldn't have happened.
Were he merely a boyfriend and not a slave, there would have been negotiations and check-ins, and an implied obligation on her part... all too much trouble for a quick pre-lunch wank.
His penis pulsed numbly and the tip suddenly felt sticky --- no the Artemis cage wouldn't let him experience an orgasm, not even a spontaneous one. Maybe he could remember this moment in five years time when he had his first real orgasm since Mistress neutered him?
He closed his eyes to fix the memory but instead had a flashback to how lost he had felt coming out of the graduation ceremony for his doctorate.
"Jesus!"
He sprang to his feet and headed for her bedroom. There was a floaty shirt dress that she might find comfortable despite the heat...
The slave put his hands on Shona's bare waist. They were hot and clammy, but tolerable since it was just hands.
At 2AM she'd decided she couldn't sleep.
The Sleep Hygiene website said to use your bed for sleeping and sex, only. The summer heat and the tension before the big presentation made her horny anyway, so she had summoned her slave from his box room.
Doggy position had been a good choice, she decided. It was way too hot too much skin contact. She tilted her hips. "Go on."
The big dildo pleasantly filled her vagina, making it clench against the insensible intruder.
Her slave's thighs bumped her buttocks.
"OK," she said, "a good pounding."
"Yes, Mistress."
And he obediently pounded into her.
The dildo squelched in and out --- she no longer cared that that was an unladylike sound, because there was nobody to lose his erection nor make snarky jokes.
The knobs of the artificial penis made her vaginal muscles ripple and clench --- which was fine, because nobody was going to make a fuss about that, or suddenly have a messy unplanned ejaculation.
It was as simple as that.
One... two... three...
She lost count.
She lost her thoughts.
She lost her sense of time.
Each squelching thrust made her vision blur pink, her heart quicken, her breaths grow shallower, faster.
Shona groaned and groaned some more.
Everything jumbled into a whirling pleasure, then faded.
She sprawled off the dildo. Without looking back, she ordered, "Back to your cell."
"Yes, Mistress."
And the slave was gone.
Victor would have wanted to finish inside her, or cop a quick blow job. Any other man or woman would have wanted to cuddle or talk.
Shona rolled onto her back and away from the wet spot.
Alarm set.
Presentation loaded to the cloud but in her laptop for safety.
What else?
Nothing.
Shona didn't have to wonder whether she had anything in the fridge for breakfast. It would be brought to her in bed, along with a perfect latte. That was just the natural order of things now.
She also knew without checking that she had a choice of freshly pressed suits and properly ironed blouses, that her shoes would be cleaned and polished... because that was just how her wardrobe operated these days.
Whatever mess she made getting out of the apartment, it would be tidy when she got home, the food restocked, deliveries handled, washing done.
There'd be a cooked meal ready for her, but she could get home late and tipsy having eaten out, and there would be no reproach. If she'd forgotten to eat, then she could have pretty much anything cooked for her.
There was sex on demand, but nobody demanding sex.
And if she had had a bad day, there were whips and chains and skin that was easy to mark, and that was so much cheaper and more satisfying than therapy.
Shona suddenly thought of her mother, abandoned to single parenthood and an early smoker's death. How many generations of the women in her family had revolved around the men, inhaled their pipe smoke, been skivvies in the kitchen, passive sluts in the bed? Taken the rough with the smooth, and maybe "walked into doors" from time-to-time?
Not Shona.
Or at least not right now.
Enslaving Whatshisname had been meant to be a hack just to stay on top of her life and maybe get in some fun while she went for Project X. But, right from the start he'd felt like her real slave, and she'd treated him that way and it had just felt natural.
He was a natural.
What was the term they used in period dramas? A treasure.
Well he was her treasure, and he wasn't getting away. She'd made him. He damned well belonged to her.
As she drifted off, Shona decided that tomorrow she would utterly obliterate Victor --- what a pity he didn't have a little red button to press!
Then she'd worry about keeping...
Mal...
Cal...
Sal...
Val...
Her slave.
She would keep her slave.
She would keep Whatshisname as her slave.
She was pretty sure she could make the new CARGO act work for her...
Very nice section despite the pov epic oral. I do like how this is unfolding now.
Knocked it out of the park!