Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 1

Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

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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?”

He unlocked the door.

Tabitha still had her “Joe’s Organic Coffee Emporium” apron tied around her bare waist below her crop top. The apron was longer than her micro skirt, so it gave the impression that that was the only thing she was wearing on her lower half.

It was a look that made Hal’s cock harden in its new cage.

She grinned. “You’re ahead of me.”

“Close the door,” blurted Hal. The last thing he wanted was her room-mates to see.

Tabitha pushed the door shut and leaned against it to kick off her shoes.

He tapped the device. “What do you think?”

She blinked as if noticing it for the first time. “Another chastity device?” she said. “But you already have one just like it.” She pulled off the crop top, treating him to the sight of her small firm breasts. Then, off went the apron and the micro skirt. Now she was naked except for her black panties and a scattering of tattoos, mostly barbed wire, hearts and snakes. Without clothes, she was petite and pixy-like. That coupled with the pigtails and big eyes gave her an innocent look. Hal was glad he knew better.

“This one’s different,” he said. “You’ll like it.”

Tabitha was already pulling down her panties to reveal a neatly shaved crotch with a briar pattern where her pubic hair should be.

Hal’s pelvis twitched of its own accord. His mouth started to water. There was something about being so thoroughly caged that made her presence unbearably sexy.

Tabitha fixed him with her big eyes, amused. “Oh, really? Because it has a red button?”

“You can have the keys.” He scooped them off the bed and handed them to her.

She caught them in black-nailed fingers and tossed them in her handbag. “But we’ve done that before.”

“This is different,” he said.

“You keep saying that.”

“I got a piercing and can’t get out of it.”

“A piercing?” Her eyes widened. “Let me see!”

He shook his head. “You’d have to unlock me first.”

She grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll have to earn it, slave.”

Now he was hard.

She hopped up onto the bed and spread her legs, making her inner labia blossom from her neat slit. “Quickly, though. I want to get a run in before lunch.”

Hal knelt on the rug and buried his face in her smooth crotch. Her sharp musk greeted him, then his tongue slithered into her salty crevice. Her secret taste filled his world. His penis swelled against its bars. The whole cage seemed so flimsy and brittle. Would it hold?

Tabitha swung her small legs over his shoulders, kicked his back with her bare feet. Her soft thighs clamped around his head.

Now Hal pressed in and French-kissed her vagina. Tongue straining, he rubbed the roof of the entrance the way she liked it.

“Oh nice,” she purred. “Maybe I should keep you locked forever!” She interrupted herself to moan, then did her villain laugh; “Bwahahahaha... Oh wow. Keep going... Slave.”

Hal squirmed. His penis pulsed wetly. He worked his tongue harder while the savoury juices trickled into his mouth. He could do this forever and---

“Wow!” Tabitha hopped off the bed. As he stood, she caught his head and kissed his sticky mouth. “That reminds me of how much I like the taste of pussy...” She giggled. “You’d love to watch me eat pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh Jesus!” Hal’s penis heaved against its prison. He hunched over, only to find himself eye to eye with her dripping pussy. “How... how... about that unlocking?”

Tabitha giggled as she pulled on her panties. “So much for chastity. But if I don’t unlock you, you’ll make yourself late for work using my vibrator.”

He shook his head. “This one’s vibrator-proof. It’s also pretty nigh on indestructible. I really am stuck unless you unlock me. As I said, this one is different.”

She reached for her Lycra running top. “Oh hang on, you were talking about this before.”

“Yes. The Artemis Clinic.”

“I thought you said it was really expensive...” Her eyes narrowed. “Fuck. How much did you spend?”

He blurted out the figure.

“What?” she cried. “You could have used that money to come to Spain with us! Fuck that. You could have taken me on holiday somewhere nice. Fuck.”

“But that’s when the interviews are,” he said.

“You’re not going to get an interview,” she said. “And even if you do, you’re not going to get the job. And even if you do get the job, you’ll just be a temporary part-time Ancient History lecturer in a different city from where your friends are. And what’s the point? You’re not going to have an academic career. Nobody does any more.”

“Yes, I am,” he said, feeling his shoulders slump. Suddenly he felt horribly naked in front of her. “Or at least, this will be a start.”

Tabitha sighed. “Hal, you need to face reality. All these kinky sex games are just a distraction. It’s time you got a proper job.”

“They’re not,” said Hal. “Anyway, you like them too.”

“But I only switch because you’re such a sub.”

Hal felt himself colour. “I’m a switch too!”

“Says the man with an over-priced bondage toy locked to his man parts.” Her face contorted. “Jesus. I can’t believe you blew all that money. You could have come to Spain.”

She’d just assumed he’d come with her and her friends, just as she just assumed he liked going to noisy clubs at the weekend, and assumed that he preferred her friends to his... not that he had any left now.

Hal frowned. It had happened again. He kept going for the pushy controlling ones and then letting them push him around and control him.

“I hate clubbing,” he said.

“What?” she said. “You never said.”

“You never asked,” he said.

“Well, I hate you, then!” she said. She grabbed his clothes off the chair and bundled them at him. “You chose your kink over me. I don’t think you even have a personality. I’m through with you. Get the fuck out.”

It was only as the flat’s main door slammed shut behind him that he realised how relieved he was to escape her.

It was also at that moment that Hal realised that his now-ex-girlfriend had both the keys to his virtually inescapable male chastity device.

His penis tried to rear up, but the ceramic tube kept it pointing down between his thighs. It could only twitch forlornly.

Hal smiled ruefully.

Trapped in chastity by an angry ex!

It sounded like the kind of fappy story people told on the forums, but in his case it was true.

Well not entirely true. Whatever the sales pitch put out by the Artemis Clinics, nothing was indestructible. If he couldn’t get his key back, he could go to Accident and Emergency and they’d have tools to free him.

His phone alarm went off. Time to head to work. He’d give Tabitha a week to cool down, then ask for his keys back. In the meantime, he’d enjoy being stuck in his fantasy.

But, Tabitha was certainly right about that one thing. He needed to face reality.

However, the reality he needed to face was that, though it was OK to have submissive fantasies, he really needed to stop letting women take advantage of him in real life. At least, having his cock locked up would stop him rebounding into yet another dysfunctional relationship. After all, what kind of normal woman would want a man without a cock?