Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 26
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier episodes! Maybe also remind yourself of what happened in the last chapter. Astute readers may note some continuity changes.)
As Shona closed the door to her flat, Madison stood on tiptoes and kissed her.
For a moment, Shona felt big and gormless enveloping the mouth of this this doll of a woman. Then Madison's small tongue flickered out and teased her lips. Tingles of lust rippled through her cunt. Her heart started racing.
Peppy, preppy American Madison had chirped away pleasantly all the way along the street to Shona's apartment block and then up the stairs.
Shona had struggled to believe that within a few minutes she and this perfect woman with the flawless make-up would be exploring each other's cunts and more. Could she have misheard?
But she'd heard right and it was... exhilarating. Like a graduation mission.
Madison twisted away. "So, where's the slave?"
"Uh." It was hard to think with the blood rushing in her ears.
Madison looked up at her with her sky-blue eyes. "There is an actual slave? Only dishonesty is one of my personal red flags."
Shona should have messaged ahead like normal. The front door hadn't brought him running, so logically he must be asleep. She threw open the box room door and managed, "Here."
Whatshisname slumbered on a camping mat surrounded by shelves of Shona's boots and sports gear. The room had vents to the stairwell, but there was still a strong whiff of leather.
Shona flicked on the light and held her breath.
Her slave jerked into a sitting position.
Madison squeaked in surprise, then giggled. "Like a vampire."
Whatshisname squirmed onto his knees, glanced at the American blonde.
Don't make me look stupid don't make me look stupid!
Her slave did not react to the stranger. Instead he lowered his eyes and murmured, "Mistress."
Shona exhaled.
Madison flicked back her long hair. "Just wow."
Whatshisname, Shona admitted to herself, was indeed a pleasant sight in his shorts and T-shirt with the steel hoop around his neck. "He has his uses."
Madison peered into the room. "He doesn't sleep with you?"
Shona caught the smaller woman's waist and nuzzled the back of her neck through her hair. "Do you sleep next to your vibrator?"
"Sometimes..." Madison emitted a delightful giggle and squirmed against her. "So you do have sex? What's the dynamic here?"
"He's my housekeeper." Shona slid her hands up over the front of Madison's dress. The material must have Lycra in it because it clung to her form like a second skin. She cupped a small breast in each hand. "He licks me when I tell him to." She found an earlobe and nibbled it. "He's really not that interesting..."
Madison tilted her head, exposing her neck for a kiss. Her skin tasted of expensive musk and fresh perspiration. "So," she said, "how does this work for him? Oral for you then back to his man cave to jack off over your boot collection?"
Whatshisname's cheeks coloured.
Shona sighed. She let go of Madison and straightened. "Stand up, slave," she said. "Take off your shorts."
He did as he was ordered and stood there, eyes down, flesh-toned chastity cage visible below the edge of his T-shirt.
Madison tilted her head left, then right, making her long blonde hair swing. "What am I seeing?"
Shona leant over and lifted the hem of Whatshisname's T-shirt. "He's neutered. Permanently."
"Oh My God!" Madison clapped. "A cock cage... The Artemis Project! I thought that was fake news?"
"Nothing fake about that," said Shona.
"So that rules out a spit roast, I guess?"
"Spit roast?" Shona was out of her depth here. Some adventure Victor had boasted about...
She flicked off the light. "Come on. Let me show you the bedroom."
Madison pouted. "What about the slave?"
Shona started to close the door. "He'll bring us breakfast in bed."
Madison didn't move out of the way. "But I was expecting a threesome?"
"Threesome?" Shona felt herself flush. "That would be weird!"
"Weird?"
Shona flushed deeper. "Weird for you, I mean."
But she'd meant weird for herself.
Shona didn't want to be like a performing seal getting it on in the zoo, doing intimacy with an audience.
Madison shrugged. "Why would I find it weird?"
But really, Shona didn't want Madison to find her weird.
Shona wanted... needed... to feel normal.
Hookups were part of normal life. They made her feel grown up and sophisticated. Validated. She didn't want to be somebody's quirky adventure --- that big Scottish woman with the drippy slave.
Madison broke the silence. "I mean, that's what he's for?"
The thing with Whatshisname was private, like a dodgy sexual fantasy or a secret stash of chocolate. In fact, like masturbating to a dodgy sexual fantasy while binging on a secret stash of chocolate.
"He's consenting, isn't he?" prompted Madison.
Shona had a flashback to pressing Whatshisname's red button and neutering him for all time. "Well, aye," she said. "Just that some people find the reality of a slave a bit much."
"Well I think it's exciting!" Madison turned on her elegant heel. "Now, where's that bedroom?"
"This way." Shona snapped her fingers.
The slave flinched.
Shona ordered, "Take off that stupid t-shirt and follow." You can be stupid and naked too. I've a good mind to make you put on socks as well.
Shona took American's small hand and led her down the hall into the master bedroom. As always these days, it was as neat as a show home, the surfaces dust free, the bed freshly made, the top sheet neatly tucked and turned down.
Without being ordered, the naked slave rushed ahead.
Shona opened her mouth to growl at him, but couldn't decide what exactly he was doing wrong.
He slave got the window open --- now she thought about it, the room was stuffy --- then switched on the nearby lamp. The retro Edison bulbs filled the room with a warm fireside glow.
Shona decided to let his indiscipline go for now.
Madison giggled and twirled. "This room is twice the size of my actual apartment!" Once again, she stood on tip toes and kissed Shona's mouth. Maybe that was her signature move: Look at me, I'm so petite and girly and yet also high powered.
Out of the corner of her eye, Shona noted the slave closing the door and creeping over to kneel by the wardrobe as if he were a fixture. His eyes were averted, but she could still sense him listening... witnessing. Somehow this felt different from when it was just the two of them.
Madison's hands stroked Shona's spine through her dress, but it was just a moving pressure, not a sexy caress. The slave was throwing her off.
Shona had gone down on Colleen with that techbro incel she'd then neutered watching... but that had been aimed at the incel.
And she'd literally had sex with Colleen on the sofa while Whathisname pottered around tidying... but then he'd been part of the furniture, not waiting to join in.
Outside, a car horn sounded. Some men shouted drunkenly. A woman laughed raucously. The humid air seemed to close in.
Fuck this! She would fake it until she made it.
Shona grabbed the back of the other woman's had, pushed her tongue past neat teeth, tasted lipstick, expensive wine, the garlic in the meal.
Madison gave a little gasp and sucked as if the intruder were a dick --- and Shona suddenly wanted to use it that way.
The American back-stepped towards the bed.
Maintaining the kiss, Shona stroked the smaller woman's hair, the nape of her neck, then snagged her zipper to expose smooth, caressable skin. As she explored, her fingertips tingled and her cunt pulsed.
Madison made little suckling movements with her jaw. The breath hissed through her nostrils. Her throat made an animal sound. Her tongue swirled the moist cavern over her mouth, inviting Shona deeper.
Lust sparkled through Shona. Her nerves lit up like a city at night. Her nipples hardened. The blood rushed in her ears. Her cunt rippled wetly.
But now came the clumsy part, which was generally fine when Shona and her pickup were lubricated by dance and drink, moreover without an audience to make them feel gormless.
Shona stole a glance at her slave. He was still kneeling by the wardrobe, eyes down. If he was going to make her feel awkward, then he might as well be useful.
Shona shifted her mouth to nuzzle Madison's perfumed neck and ordered, "Slave, remove her dress." She kissed the the other women just under the jaw bone. "If that's OK?"
"Very cool," said Madison.
Shona shifted to nibble a dainty ear and tongue an ear stud while the slave rose silently and --- eyes still down --- padded around behind the blonde American, who hooded her eyes and put her hands demurely by her side as if for inspection.
The dress slipped away revealing tanned shoulders and perfect skin and matching flesh-toned undies. The slave scurried off to drape the garment neatly over the back of the window chair.
Shona brushed Madison's bra strap, her waist, slipped fingers into her panties, cupped pert buttocks, found cool flesh on a sultry night. Her hips twitched involuntarily. She wanted so very badly to get her fingers in there between those slender thighs.
"My turn!" exclaimed Madison. "Slave, remove her dress."
Fuck! Shona's olive green pencil dress had no zipper, just a belt and buttons down the front. She caught Madison's bare waist and held her at arm's length to give the slave room to work. "Let me look at you, girl."
The American wiggled obligingly. She was perfectly proportioned with an implausibly tiny waist that flared out into a small bottom. Smooth legs curved sleekly down to her snake-pattern heels. In the soft red light, her skin-toned underwear made her seem smooth and sexless, but her eyes were sparkling and her lips parted. "Do you like?"
"Fuck yes, I like."
Shona's dress flapped open. She hadn't noticed the slave working at her buttons. She shrugged assent and her dress slipped down her shoulders.
Madison gasped. "Wow!"
"You're a boob woman, are you?" Shona let go of Madison's waist so the dress could fall away, then stepped out of the garment. Without glancing down, she hissed. "Shoes."
"I like your boobs." Madison took a step back and looked her up and down. Her neat teeth flashed. "You're so statuesque!"
"Is that good?"
"Slave?" said Madison, in that perky voice of hers, "remove her panties."
Shona could only stand there feeling vulnerable, ears pricked for the sound of her slave's bare feet padding round behind her.
There was a tug on her waistband, and then --- as if by magic --- the panties slid down over her hips to her ankles. She lifted one foot then the other and they --- and the slave --- were gone.
Madison's blue eyes widened. She stared unashamedly, beaming lust into Shona's cunt like some kind of crazy super hero. "Oh My God!"
"Goddess," corrected Shona, her legs trembling.
Madison caught Shona by the hips, waltzed her round so she landed across the bed with her feet on the floor.
Making frantic mewling sounds, the American dove between Shona's legs, her long hair tickling the skin. Groaning louder now, Madison showered kisses on Shona's cunt. Wet pecks rained through the curls of her pubic triangle, pattered on her sensitive inner lips.
Madison's hair got in the way. She tossed it back then wrapped her arms around Shona's thighs. She nuzzled deeper and sucked Shona's inner lips into her mouth, drawing out the juices. Finally her tongue drew tingling furrows through the pulsing flesh and set off an electrical explosion in Shona's clit.
Outside the window, thunder rumbled. Rain hissed. A cooler air wafted into the room.
And Madison's tongue thrummed like a vibrator, a vibrator that made desperate mewling sounds with her throat and squirmed her buttocks as if she were too turned on to stay still.
And it all felt like it was happening to somebody else.
Shona lifted her head.
No, it was real.
The preppy blonde from the meeting was kneeling between her legs, groaning and lapping her cunt like a thirsty dog.
Behind Madison, over by the wardrobe, knelt the slave. He was shivering --- no quaking --- but his chin was firmly tucked into his chest.
Here he was living what must be most men's porno fantasy... why didn't he want to watch?
But of course, Whatshisname wasn't most men. He had a little cage forever pinned to his dick. His generic male grossness was self punishing. It was easy to forget, because most of the time she forgot he was any sort of man at all, let alone a person. In her head he belonged to a sort of null category that was only human on demand.
However, it was sometimes amusing when he was human, and she could make him squirm and bleed and drip and suffer.
Amusing and a turn on.
"Slave!" she barked.
He lifted his head so that his steel collar caught the light from the red bulbs. His eyes widened. He bit his lip.
Shona laughed.
"You have to watch in case you are needed."
He shuddered but nodded.
Shona flopped her head back and it was as if all of Madison's licking and slathering caught up with her in one moist wave. The space between her thighs was a sodden whirlpool of pleasure, whirling faster and faster, flaying her nerves.
"Oh fuck!"
Shona dug her fingers into the sheet, clenched.
Her thighs quivered, her toes curled. Her spine arched as if some monster were trying to pluck her off the mattress and hurl her up off into the storm that raged across the sky above her apartment block.
Shona was panting hard now, but there wasn't enough air. Her cheeks burned. Her throat smarted. She screwed her eyes shut but had a vision of her slave's brown eyes with that stupid look of his.
Lighting speared up from her cunt, tightened her belly, ignited her breasts, set her nipples erecting into blazing rods. She screamed as a tsunami of sensation tumbled the world into a pink blur then broke... broke everything.
A little later, Madison hopped up onto the bed to kneel next to her. Her small hands combed Shona's curls. She grinned. She was still in her business-sensible flesh-toned underwear, but a red curl clung to her glistening lower lips. "That was intense."
Shona drew her down for a kiss.
The blonde got astride Shona's hips. Her hair flopped forward to cloak off the room. She sucked at Shona's lips, then did that thing with the tongue that made Shona's pelvis twitch.
Madison's mouth tasted of pussy, but Shona was too turned on to care. She reached around for Madison's bra strap, fiddled for a moment, then gave up. Maintaining the kiss, she snapped her fingers and pointed.
A creak as an extra body clambered onto the bed, then Madison was sitting back as the bra came away to reveal small pert breasts with nipples like thimbles. She giggled. "The slave does have his uses!"
Shona rolled the the smaller woman over and lay alongside her, propped up on one arm. She enveloped Madison's mouth with a kiss. Another snap of the fingers and a gesture.
The slave's hands appeared next to the American's hips, drew down the panties.
Madison's crotch was shaved doll-smooth, but there was nothing sexless about the luscious fringe of pink inner lips that blossomed from her otherwise neat vulva.
Shona shuffled down the bed.
Madison raised her legs together as if doing yoga. Honey-skinned thigh and buttock formed a brief diamond frame around her pouting vulva. She giggled and opened her legs.
Shona pounced, open mouthed, took the whole salty, fleshy thing into her mouth. She pressed her face into the softness and thrust with her tongue into the tight tunnel.
Madison's vagina rippled around her. "Just inside... the roof... Oh yes."
Shona's own cunt throbbed in response. She coiled her arms around the slender thighs. She easily reached the smaller woman's breasts to pinch her nipples.
Madison moaned and thrust into Shona's face. She wrapped her legs around Shona's head as if she could force her tongue deeper. Her juices welled up and drenched Shona's palette.
Shona's hands and mouth were deliciously full. However, the tingling and pulsing in her own nether regions were accompanied only by the wetness drying in the breeze from the open window.
But of course. Spit roast.
Shona lifted her face long enough to hiss, "Slave. Biggest dildo. Fuck me." Then she lost herself in taste and touch.
At length, Madison interrupted her moans with a, "Oh wow... cool." The slave's hands grasped Shona's waist. The dildo thrust up into her ready vagina, filling her.
Then he did as she had trained him and begun to pound into her. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine, making her hook harder with her tongue, grinding the thicker patch on the roof of Madison's vagina.
Madison squealed and arched her back so Shona had to strain to keep hold of her nipples.
Shona had a flash of what the slave must be seeing, feeling, not feeling...
Everything slid into a red blur of pulsating pleasure.
And then the slave was gone and she was on all fours, looking down on the blonde. A pink flush ran all the way from the make-up line under Madison's chin to the valley between her small breasts.
Madison's teeth flashed. "Wow." Her gaze flickered to Shona's breasts, swinging free under her.
They were just boobs, reflected Shona. And in the West Coast of Scotland where she grew up, women regularly hefted around larger ones. But... She smiled indulgently. "Go on, you can squeeze them."
Madison sat up a little and cupped each breast. "Mmmm." She rolled the nipples experimentally.
There was something about the touch that made Shona arch her back like a cat. "Nice."
Madison shimmied down the bed, trailing blonde hair. Her small mouth fastened on Shona's right nipple. Her tongue rolled the nub along her sharp teeth, sending prickles of pleasure tingling over Shona's skin.
Shona's pelvis twitched. She wanted to fuck Madison... needed to... but that would mean breaking the moment to fiddle with silicone toys.
Except it didn't.
"Slave, the double-headed dildo."
He knew where it was, of course. It was always funny when she came back from one of her nights out and told him to clean it.
A drawer opened, closed.
The mattress creaked.
Madison raised her head to watch.
The anchor end nudged Shona's engorged lips---
Get it right get it right...
The silicone bulb plopped into pace. Her vagina clamped around it. The clit stimulator pressed satisfyingly into the appropriate nook. The bed creaked as the slave slipped away.
"Oh," said Madison. "Oh. God yes." She drew in her knees, spread her thighs. Her glistening inner lips flared. "Fuck me."
Shona ducked her head so she could see, then sank her hips.
Madison tilted her pelvis to meet the big artificial penis. It squelched into her. She rolled her head and whimpered.
Shona started to withdrew. "Too big?"
Madison fixed her with her baby blue eyes. "No! Fuck me! Hard."
Shona dipped her hips, plunging the dildo into the smaller woman's cunt and felt...
Nothing but the folorn tingle and pulsing of her engorged cunt.
A spike of panic, then the realisation that --- no --- she did not have a real penis.
This must be what it was like for her slave!
Then she reached the end of her thrust and the friction of the clitoral stimulator rewarded her by plunging her loins into a pool of pleasure. As she thrust and thrust the pool grew until she was wallowing in it while Madison squirmed and groaned underneath her.
Outside, thunder crashed, closer now. Rain drummed the window.
And Shona was aware of herself in her lovely bedroom, pounding a dildo into the cunt of a beautiful, sophisticated cosmopolitan while the sweat poured off them and Mother Nature rampaged across the city.
Aware also of how seeing this must make her slave suffer, and of how nevertheless he stayed because just being here was worth it.
And she realised she didn't have to choose between making love and tormenting her slave. She could do both.
A dam burst. The orgasm tore through her, a torrent of pleasure.
Madison threw back her head and cried out.
Time stopped.
Started.
Then Shona was on her back, panting for breath, while the blonde nestled her head on her shoulder. She still had the dildo installed. Now it rose over her heaving belly like an obscene, glistening sundial.
She tapped its head and Whatshisname scurried up to extract it. Shona hissed, "Sort the sheets", and he carefully extracted the runkled top sheet and draped it over them before returning to his corner by the wardrobe.
"Just wow," said Madison. "Having a slave makes everything so smooth."
"Aye, it does. Windows closed?"
Madison shook her head. "I like the sound of the rain."
"OK slave," said Shona. "Dismissed."
And he padded out of the room without saying anything, without trying to join in, without gloating at what he'd seen, off to his little box room to toss and turn but not ever get off...
Shona yawned. She'd better not dwell on that last part right now.
As she settled back on her pillow, she realised she was proud... proud of him and what he'd become, and proud of herself and her life.
Weird.
Shona woke with the naked blonde still clamped to her, only now she had cramp in her shoulder.
The perspiration made their skin stick, but she managed to detach herself and sit up.
Madison whimpered and rolled over to snuggle her bare bottom into Shona's hip.
Shona sighed as she used her phone to summon Whatshisname. She really, really wasn't a relationship person.
The slave padded in bearing coffee and warm pastries. He did not make eye contact, but she could tell he was staring at her bare boobs --- not that that would do him any good.
Shona grinned.
OK, not a relationship person but definitely a slave person and that could actually work with the right one night stand. This part of her life was still hers. If anything, his presence enhanced everything, smoothing away all the little awkwardnesses... clothes coming off by magic, dildos sprouting by sorcery. Best of all, his mute suffering was basically girl Viagra.
Clearly, word about the Artemis project was spreading. Perhaps Shona could try putting "Virgo slave owner" in her dating profile?
Madison squirmed upright, little breasts unnaturally sculpted and firm in the morning light. She sipped her coffee. "Mmmm. I could get used to this."
"Next time you're in the UK," said Shona, "you can sign up to the HrLckr app and get your own neuter for a night."
Madison smiled just a little too brightly. "You know, I might do just that." She set down her coffee and slid out of bed. "I just remembered I have a brunch meeting." She glanced around then found her clothes were neatly folded on the chair. As she got dressed, she chattered away about sightseeing and how England was so very different. Then she leaned over the bed to kiss Shona on the forehead. "It's been awesome. Though I'll be limping for a week!"
Once she was gone, Shona yawned and stretched out across the blissfully empty mattress and replayed last night's adventure until she felt pleasantly horny again.
There were footsteps in the hall.
"Slave?" she called out. "Come and lick me."
Life was good.
Whatshisname appeared in the doorway. He looked different.
Shona sat up and regarded him.
Rather than his usual cargo pants and T-shirt, he was wearing a pale checked shirt and jeans, with suede shoes. This was probably as formal as he got.
College lecturer formal.
Whatshisname fingered his steel collar. "Shona. I'm afraid we have to talk."
The scene in which Shona and Madison were fucking with the double ended dildo was amaaazing! I could picture the the whole event in my mind while reading. As lustful as that gets, I would interject that her slave could have been ordered to perform anal licking on Shona/ What a sight! Poor slave will have odor problems all night!
Another exciting chapter in the CArgo verse. Good thing the chapters come slowly. Otherwise I would be reading it from cover to cover. It’s a fun read. Thank you.