Chastity People Chapter 9

A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

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Friday night found Nell standing outside CALLY'S CLASSIC CARS, an auto repair business under an arch in a lane of crumbling red brick stables and workshops off a main road.

Nobody was about. The only company was the rumble of traffic behind her and the hiss of the light rain.

Nell fished in her coat for her phone, but the gate buzzed and clunked open.

She squeezed through.

It clanged shut behind her.

She resisted the urge to check she could open it again --- she was buggered if she was going to show fear --- and strode out into the darkened yard.

A row of cars was parked in front of a modern metal shed. Gunny's van was squeezed between a battered Morris Marina and a vintage Mini, so Nell was at least in the right place.

Lights shone in the windows of the upper level of the older brick workshop. Nell headed for that.

The certain smack of her boots on the damp concrete was a comfort, but the wisps of cold air under her sweater dress chilled her bare thighs.

As she'd dressed for the date, Nell had realised she had no idea what to wear to a spanking. Googling hadn't helped --- actually it had almost put her off the whole thing. However, stay-up stockings seemed generically kinky and she had a pair she'd bought that time when Kiera had dragged her out lingerie shopping for college.

A security light came on, illuminating concrete steps up the side of the building. They were steep enough to make her calves ache. The door at the top was ajar.

The upper floor had been converted into a studio apartment. In the middle was a big double bed.

Gunny lay spread-eagled, face down, and completely naked except for the straps around her wrists and ankles that pinned her limbs to the corner posts of the bed frame.

Her pale skin seemed to merge with her blonde hair so it was as if she were a statue carved in marble.

Gunny raised her face. "Quick close it, I'm fucking freezing."

Nell laughed and bummed the door shut. "Better?"

"You look like a sweet straight girl," said Gunny.

"And you look like a kinky lesbian one," said Nell, hanging her coat on the back of the door. "Can you get out on your own?"

Gunny strained against the straps. "Um... probably."

"Good," said Nell. She strode over to the bed, very aware of the sound of her boots.

Gunny's buttocks tensed as she approached. The movement drew attention to her furry vulva waiting between muscular thighs.

The lesbian was watching her in the wardrobe mirror --- the apartment had clearly been laid out for this.

Nell gave her her sweetest smile. "So you'd be fine if I just turned around and went home, then?" She spun on her boot heel.

The room was very Gunny --- neat kitchen area by the window, a bookcase stuffed with old SciFi paperbacks, a weight rack in the corner and a desk with a laptop... plus a selection of canes and whips, and the double-headed dildo laid out on a neatly folded hand towel.

Gunny was nothing if not prepared.

"Oh god," gasped Gunny behind her. "Please don't leave me!"

Nell laughed. She actually had that power. She could just walk away. But she also had another power. She swung around and stooped over the bed.

Gunny smelled of fresh soap --- was that sandalwood? Her legs were unshaved, but she'd trimmed her bush.

Nell smirked. How very thoughtful of her.

She reached down and touched Gunny's shoulder blades.

The skin was cool, a little goose-bumped, and very real.

Gunny shuddered. "Are you going to do it or not?"

Nell traced the line of the snake tattoo, caressed both bare buttocks and dug in her nails.

Gunny writhed, making the snake. "My safe word is Red."

"What's in it for me?" asked Nell.

"Anything you like," said Gunny.

"OK," said Nell. She moved to the foot of the bed, rested her right knee on the mattress and brought her palm down hard on Gunny's bottom.

It stung!

Gunny gasped. Now a catlike musk mixed with the scent of sandalwood.

Nell delivered three more smacks then stood up and contemplated her hand.

"What's the matter?" asked Gunny, raising her face to look at her in the wardrobe mirror.

"It hurts my hand," said Nell. "And... it doesn't feel very adult."

"Fuck," said Gunny. "I thought spanking would be an easy on ramp. Try the cane."

Boots smacking the old wooden floor, Nell paced over to the desk and selected the longest cane. She swished it experimentally.

"Just the arse and thighs," said Gunny.

"OK," said Nell. She turned around, took a pace and slashed Gunny's buttocks.

The blonde woman yelped and tensed in her bonds. "Shit! Shit!"

"Was that too hard?"

There was now a red line running straight like a Roman road over each of the pale globes. I did that, thought Nell, suddenly hot and wet between her legs.

Gunny's buttocks quivered. "No... I didn't expect you to just do it."

"Well you do want to be caned?" said Nell, flicking the hair out of her eyes.

"Yes!"

"OK then," said Nell. The cane swished, cracked into flesh.

Again, Gunny yelped. Every muscle tensed against the leather straps.

Another stroke and another.

Now Gunny was squealing and writhing so the bed creaked and Nell's vagina clenched and rippled in dizzying sympathy.

And there was nothing stopping Nell from just keeping going.

She walked the cane-strokes down Gunny's wriggling buttocks, leaving a trail of red welts like claw marks, then onto her spasming thigh.

Now Gunny shrieked comically.

Giggling now, Nell paced around the bed. Each report of boot on floor made Gunny tense and whimper.

Nell struck the unmarked thigh, hard.

Gunny squealed.

Nell walked the cane up towards the flesh, then back onto the buttocks, striking at a different angle so the welts crossed and the skin wept blood.

Gunny heaved against her bonds. "Red! Red!"

"What?" Nell realised she was panting. "Oh... safe word." Her legs shook, her knickers were wet and she was too hot.

Gunny raised her face to look at her in the wardrobe mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. "I... So turned on."

And Nell could also see herself in the mirror, still nicely turned out in her sweater dress and knee-length boots.

Watching Gunny watching her, Nell undid the waist belt and pulled the dress over her head. Now she was standing there in dark boots, stockings, bra and panties.

Gunny gasped, "Oh Jesus!"

Long hair falling forward, Nell bent to take off her knickers. It was a fiddle getting them over her boots, but finally she tossed them on a chair. She braced her legs to strike a pose in the mirror. She looked pretty good.

Gunny groaned into the mattress. "Pussy... Pussy..."

"Oh?" said Nell.

"Pussy...!"

An orgasm would be good, but it felt as if there were something better waiting for her on the other side of this.

"But you went and used your safe word," said Nell. "I should probably get dressed."

Gunny raised her head. "Let me go, I'll lick your pussy."

"No," said Nell. "Not unless you let me whip you more."

Gunny shuddered. "You can... use the thin cane on my shoulders and back."

The cane was really a thin rode of perspex with a handle.

Nell flicked it. It hissed then drew a pencil line on the golden skin of Gunny's shoulder, then another one.

The blonde lesbian lay inert in her bonds whimpering, "Oh god oh god..."

Nell laughed with glee. There was no effort to this, just a swish-swish rhythm scribbling pain into Gunny's shoulders until her skin was flecked with pink.

Nell's vagina clenched. She staggered as a little spontaneous orgasm bloomed and rolled up her spine like a bubble. Nell steadied herself on the bed. "Wow!"

But Gunny was still whimpering.

Nell put a knee on the mattress and slid her left hand between Gunny's thighs. The other woman's vagina was slippery wet. Nell's two fingers went in easily. She made a hook of them and rubbed where Gunny's G-spot should be.

"Oh fuck," said Gunny. Her buttocks looked like ripe strawberries now but she still wriggled her hips, urging Nell on. "Oh yes!"

Suddenly everything was funny. Nell flicked the narrow cane across the blonde's mistreated posterior.

Gunny yelped.

Now Nell beat her, the rod splashing little flecks of blood, while she fingered her.

Gunny stopped went silent, except for her shallow breaths tumbling on on the other. She strained so hard that the bed frame creaked. Then the blonde screamed and it was as if all the layers evaporated leaving Nell in possession of a truly naked human in all her vulnerability.

Hot liquid squirted Nell's hand.

Nell withdrew with a laugh. "There she blows."

"Re--- CRAMP!" cried Gunny. "CRAMP!"

Nell went around and unhooked the dogclips.

Gunny drew in her limbs and rolled flat on her. "Your turn!"

Nell kicked off her boots, got on the bed and settled her vulva on Gunny's face.

Gunny made a throaty sound. Her tongue thrummed into action.

Nell watched herself in the mirror. She still looked like the sweet straight girl, above the waist at least --- below the waist another woman's head was sandwiched between her stocking tops.

But that wasn't it.

Nell was still taking turns nicely, which --- after all the whipping --- just wasn't that interesting.

Nell reached behind her, pinched a nipple in each hand and twisted as hard as she could.

Gunny bucked under her, screamed into her vagina.

And then Nell did come.

After that she needed a beer.

Gunny took her to a lesbian club. They got drunk, danced, came home. After some tipsy fumblings, Nell took a turn with the dildo.

She woke to an arm on her face and a buzz from her phone.

It was HrLckr --- the app had an odd way of ignoring silent mode when it wanted to.

ByronicEpicurean: Proper date this evening?

DemureObserver:

Nell stared at the screen.

She started typing, "In bed with woman..." then deleted it.

Then "Going steady with F...", but that wasn't right either.

Then Gunny climbed on top of her and started rubbing her crotch against hers and she forgot about HrLckr... for now..

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