Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 33
Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 33
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
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Hal squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath.
The collar snapped shut around this neck; the collar that he would be wearing for the next five years.
"You can look now," said the NHS technician, an older British Asian woman with a sensible Midlands accent.
He opened his eyes and there he was in the mirror.
A glass collar now neatly encircled his throat like a hi-tech wedding band.
He sprang out of the chair. "Shit!"
The collar was gold tinted!
Gold was for the new CARGO "neuters", doomed to spend at least ten years in chastity. Hal's mouth went dry even as his penis twitched to life in its cage. He coughed and managed, "That can't be right..."
"The fit looks OK to me," said the technician. "Please sit down so I can finish?"
Hal blinked again and realised that the apparent gold tint was just a trick of the clinic's bright lights. He flushed and settled back into the chair.
His old steel slave collar had been a steel hoop that rested low on his collar bone. This new official "chaste" collar was an oval band of high-strength glass about 2 cm high and shaped to his neck. It sat on his throat like a choker. "Is it supposed to ride this high? It's not exactly discreet!"
"It's very ergonomic and very tough," said the technician, behind him. "But if you get sick of it, a ring cutter will take it off safely. It's not mandatory." She grinned. "But don't be trying bolt cutters. It's all in the leaflet."
Hal laughed. "No, I'll pass." Removing it would make him officially a 'neuter' just the same as having a gold collar would. "Five years is bad enough!"
The technician's brow furrowed then cleared. "You'll be very happy with this, Hal. Just let me check the fit, OK?" She seemed more brusque now, less engaged.
There was powder on her blue disposable gloves, so her fingers slipped easily around the inside of the oval collar.
This was all so normal, it felt weird.
Or was it weird that this was being treated as normal?
Surreal, that was the word.
Even installing it had been weirdly matter-of-fact. She'd chatted to him about the weekend while checking his size. Then she'd had him sit in front of the mirror and close his eyes so she could snap it in place.
"I'll just check against the Adam's Apple, OK?" she said. She slid her thumbs up behind the QR code, then to either side of it.
Against the backdrop of the blue gloves, the glass looked even more golden...
The glass was gold tinted.
Hal stared at himself in the mirror while his balls tried to crawl up inside his body, came up against the ring of the Artemis chastity cage. His whole caged package tightened.
The fingers withdrew. "Are you having a panic attack, Hal?"
"I... I..." Hal clutched at the collar. "It's gold!"
"Gold tinted collar for 'neuter'. Yes, and very nice it looks, Hal. Suits your skin tone."
"No..." It was hard to think. He twisted in his chair. "I'm a chaste, not a neuter. That's..." He couldn't say it.
"Ten years, yes," said the technician and everything about her seemed to broadcast, Just another day at the office. "Let me check," she said. She leaned on the edge of her desk as she consulted her tablet.
Chubby legs, noticed Hal, but in a way that promised brown curves under her uniform. Did she have somebody to go home to? She'd probably be having sex this weekend, some lucky guy with a free penis plunging it in and out of her vagina, no collar, no cage... naked... really naked... not like him...
"No, this is correct," she said. "Your senior partner registered you as neuter this morning. The collar is just a formality."
"Tabitha did this to me?" said Hal, rising even as the years dropped away beneath him like a mine shaft. "This has to be a mistake."
"You need to check your National ID page, Hal." She opened the door. "Please take a seat in the waiting room for ten minutes, in case you go into shock."
Hal did as he was told and staggered into the waiting room.
It was mostly 20-something men and their partners. There were a few alt types with piercings and dyed hair, but otherwise everybody looked normal... except that some of the women were at least a decade older than the young men whose hands they held.
And everybody was staring at him. First appointment of the day, he realised.
He stumbled on, past reception and out into the street with normal people coming and going, normal cars and buses rumbling past... normal cyclists zipping by delivering food.
He'd never felt so naked.
Hal zipped up his coat, but the collar rode high enough that he'd need a turtle neck sweater to hide it, and even then the outline would show.
Hunching his shoulders, he fled down the street to the coffee shop where he was supposed to be meet Tabitha.
There was no sign of his girlfriend --- partner --- should he call her wife, now? After the signing the CARGO documents, he'd trued calling her "missus" but she'd curled her lip in distaste.
Hal found his voice long enough to order a drink from the smirking barrister --- other men now knew about his caged state just by looking!
Finally, he settled in an arm chair and closed his eyes and made himself breath slowly. This must all be a mistake. It could all be fixed.
When he opened his eyes, a girl seated further away opposite him looked up languidly from her phone and met his gaze; electric blue bobbed hair and a miniskirt that showed off long legs wrapped in over-the knee socks. Student, perhaps, or tourist.
The girl drew in her legs and planted the heels of her blocky Mary Jane shoes on the edge of her chair. The position made a funnel out of her miniskirt, drawing his eyes to her bare thighs and...
She was wearing no underwear. Ruby vaginal lips beckoned from behind a dark frizz of pubic hair.
Hal sputtered into his coffee even as his penis hardened in its cage... its ten-year cage. He pulled out his phone and pretended to check that while he worked on his breathing.
The collar, he realised, didn't just shame him in front of other men, it made him a target for women. Thank god he was exclusive to Tabitha.
Right, he was ready.
Without looking up at the girl, he brought up the UK National ID App, and checked his public page.
**Hal Charlton (Neuter, 10 years outstanding.)
Standard CARGO Partnership.
Senior Partner: Shona Armstrong.**
Hal's new collar suddenly felt way to tight. His caged penis emitted a wet pulse. "No!"
People were looking at him now.
Blushing, he dived back into the phone and brought up "Partnership History".
It was probably some computer mix up --- they'd only just rolled out the CARGO options... though there were rumours that the software had been prepared well ahead of time.
Yes, there was his CARGO partnership with Tabitha with the correct date.
Hal exhaled. Thank God!
The partnership ceremony itself had been a weird non-event --- a few of Tabitha's friends for witnesses, papers signed, National ID database updated. Then both had rushed off separate workplaces.
There'd been really wild sex in the small hours after their shifts were over... he'd been so aroused he'd hardly slept that night, but maybe that had been because just knowing Tabitha was officially "senior partner" was a turn on, even if it was supposed to be temporary, and she was more bottom than top.
Then he saw the "More..." button at the bottom of the page.
With a shaking hand he tapped the screen.
Apparently, the day after his CARGO partnership with Tabitha, both of them had entered a "Group Partnership" with one "Ms Shona Armstrong".
How could that happen?
Then, a day later, Tabitha had left the Group Partnership, but he hadn't.
Hal stared at the screen, cold sweat dripping down his spine.
According to this, he wasn't partnered with Tabitha any more. However, he now had an "asymmetric" CARGO partnership with Miss Armstrong.
His groin became a throbbing knot of caged hardness. He squirmed in his seat, trying to get his head around what it said: that he was now legally bound to the demanding, sadistic Amazon he'd called Mistress for nearly a year.
A pair of skinny legs slipped into the seat across the low table. Tight knee-high boots radiated the sheen of expensive new leather.
"Nice collar!"
"Tabitha!" Hal hadn't recognised the boots. Weird. He thought he knew all her sparse wardrobe by heart. "Something went..." he started. "There's been a..." He gave up and just showed her his phone.
"Oh?" She set down her large latte --- Hal caught a whiff of pumpkin spice --- licked the froth off her lips. Her eyes narrowed as she read the screen.
Every muscle tense, Hal watched for her response, but then got caught up in just looking at her.
Tabitha had never seemed sweeter nor more beautiful. Her crop top left her smooth tummy bare, and hugged her nipples, which seemed abnormally erect --- the cooler autumn air had gotten to them. The knee boots, long coat, miniskirt and pigtails combined to promise the kinky naughtiness that was on brand for her. More than that, somehow she was radiant today.
Hal's hips twitched and his cage scrunched his rock hard penis. He really needed to get this sorted then take her back home and get into the dong thong so he could to give her the good seeing to she deserved. Maybe she'd leave the boots on...
Tabitha's eyes narrowed. "Oh. That can't be right." She rose and held out her small hand. The nails looked recently lacquered. Clearly she was making an occasions of his collaring. He only hoped she hadn't blown too much money.
"Let's go confront her," said Tabitha.
She was way too calm about this! But that would be a stupid thing to say. You were supposed to be calm in a crisis. "What about your coffee?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I'll buy another one after."
His girlfriend led him outside then dropped his hand and flagged down a taxi.
Hal took a deep breath and the autumn air cleared his head. His cage felt slacker now and he could think. He suddenly realised how far Miss Armstrong's apartment was. "Can we afford this?"
"Don't worry," said Tabitha, getting in to the vehicle. "It's sorted." She slid into the flip down seat with her back to the driver and gave Miss Armstrong's address.
"But she won't be back from work yet," said Hal.
"Trust me," said Tabitha. She crossed her right boot over her left knee. Like the girl in the coffee shop, she wasn't wearing panties.
Hal knew every inch, every nook, of his girlfriend's shaved pussy, every turn of the briar pattern tattoo.
However, right now it was like seeing it for the first time... like seeing a pussy for the first time.
The blood drained from his head into his groin. His penis inflated and strained against its bars until it prickled. He licked his dry lips and bit back a whimper. Was he going to have to survive ten whole years of this?
Five hundred and twenty weeks...
He tried to calculate the days, failed.
The taxi was too hot, his new collar too tight.
And they had arrived at the apartment block!
Tabitha spoke into the intercom. The door buzzed.
"Come on," said Tabitha. She took his hand. "Everything will be fine."
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