Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 12

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

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Shona shared her news over after work drinks. It was a warm summer evening, and the girls had settled in their usual outdoor table. “I broke up with Victor.”

“Oh,” said Angela, who for all that she was very senior on the accountancy side, could best be described as twee. “I had my bridesmaid dress all picked out.”

“The guy’s a dick,” said Ruth, the Office Manager who’d never quite managed to go home to Australia. “It wasn’t going to last.”

“It might have,” said Angela. “If anybody could tame him...”

“I’m starting to think I want them pre-tamed,” said Shona.

“Your coffees,” said the slightly Gothy waitress with a flash of a khol blacked eye. Her name tag read "Tabitha", and Shona had a suddenly vision of her a velvet cat suit, complete with ears.

Tabitha lowered her eyes.

Once she’d slinked off, Ruth hissed, “Table service again. She has a crush on you Shona. And I bet she’s pre-tamed.”

“Ruth!” exclaimed Angela. She pinkened.

“Perfect time to go back to tipping the velvet.”

"I wish I hadn't told you about that." It was just the one time, after all. It didn't count.

“But, rebound relationship!” said Ruth.

“I’ve already gotten my rebound relationship over with.”

“What?” said Ruth. “You haven’t had time for a relationship. You had a one night stand, my girl.”

Angela squeaked. “You absolute hussy! Do tell.”

“Actually,” said Shona. “It was an afternoon thing.”

“Was he... hung like Victor?” asked Ruth.

Now it was Shona’s turn to blush. “He didn’t get his dick out.” She had a flashback of his tongue sending pleasure eddying through her, her tummy muscles clenching, the heat spreading out of her chest. She crossed her legs.

“Oh wow,” said Ruth. “Afternoon. No cock. You hired a gigolo.”

“No I did not hire a male hooker!” said Shona.

Heads turned.

Shona lowered her voice. “He was there to clean my flat.”

“So, what?” said Ruth. “You slipped him a few notes for some oral?”

“No,” hissed Shona. “I forgot he was in on Mondays and bumped into him coming out of the shower.”

“God that’s hot,” said Angela.

“It was,” said Shona.

“And he didn’t want sex?” prompted Ruth.

“This is the good bit,” said Shona. She lowered her voice. “He was stuck in a male chastity device.”

Silence.

“It’s a young people thing now,” said Shona. "Though I'm not sure whether you're supposed to call them chastes or neuters." She didn’t add that she was the one who had neutered Hal.

The other women shifted in their seats. At last, Ruth said, “So, he just went down on you then fucked off?”

Shona remembered him straining against his bonds as she beat the hell out of him with a riding whip. “Pretty much,” she said.

“A complete pervert,” pronounced Angela. "Eww."

“Yeah,” said Ruth. “But you can give me his number. He can come around and... clean my flat for me.”

“That would be like sharing a vibrator!” said Shona.

“So you’re seeing him again?” asked Angela.

Shona shook her head. “No, not him. But I was hoping you'd be my moral support for something.”

“So,” said Ruth. “What exactly are you up to, my girl?”

“There’s a kind of dating app for men like Whatshisname---”

“You don't even know his name?” Angela coloured and put her hand over her mouth.

“Uber Licks?” said Ruth.

Angela's blush deepened.

“HrLckr,” said Shona, firmly pronouncing it “Her Locker.”

“That’ll keep them honest,” said Ruth, “Neat idea.”

“Excuse me,” said a Irish girl with lush black hair and a brown handknit cardigan over a sweater that hugged her lush figure. “I’m Colleen, are you Shona?”

Shona gestured to the empty chair she’d reserved. “Girls, this is Colleen. She's a verifier from the app I was talking about.” She summoned the waitress to fill the new guest’s glass and did introductions.

“Do you have your ID?" asked Colleen.

Shona pushed her card across the table. She hadn't liked the things when they came in, but they did make life easier.

“So how does this work?” said Ruth.

“It’s like those apps that get you a ride,” said Colleen. She looked up at Shona, then back and the passport. “Only this ride is a man without a penis, which is great for a good Catholic girl like me.” She tapped her own phone screen. “There, I’ve verified you. You can see all the profiles now. But you can’t be dating until you enter a user name.” She started to rise.

“Stay!” said Ruth. “I want to know more about this.”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” said Colleen.

A list of men with screen names like, “Locked4U” scrolled up Shona’s screen. They all seemed well groomed and good enough looking.

“Shona?” prompted Angela.

“Oh.” Shona looked up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Yes please, stay and finish the wine with us --- Oh. ‘LostBoy’.”

Sure enough his profile picture made him look a bit startled, but he already had a five star review.

“Oh my god, that's Whatshisname!” Angela read out, “Great tongue action. Good foot rubs. Some woman called NightNurse.”

I made that, thought Shona. She frowned, not sure how she felt about him licking some other woman. Relieved, probably.

“I can see you ladies have lots to talk about...” said Colleen, rising. "Some other time."

“Verify me too,” said Ruth. “And Angela.”

Colleen grinned. “Now we’re talking. You’re wanting to install HrLckr.” She pronounced it Her Licker. “H...R...”

It took a few minutes of tinkering and checking, then everybody was verified.

“All these eligible young men!” said Angela. “But what does the key icon mean?”

“It means somebody like me has their key,” said Colleen. “So you know they can’t bring it on a date.”

“You look after their keys?” said Angela. “What’s in it for you?”

Colleen grinned. “Let’s just say I don’t have to use my vibrator very often.”

Angela choked on her wine.

“What about the red dot?” asked Ruth, thumping Angela's back. “Like Whatshisname?”

“Permanent,” said Colleen. “They aren’t ever getting out of it.”

“Really?” said Shona, trying to sound innocent. Cold water seemed to trickle down her spine. “Never?”

“You can't cut the material without causing burns,” said Colleen. “And extracting the neo-coral grommet would make a mess.”

“Fuck,” said Ruth. “That’s harsh.”

Colleen shrugged. “They do it to themselves. I think they’re happier that way.”

“But they can still get off,” said Shona. “I mean, a powerful enough vibrator...

“...or up the arse?” added Ruth.

Angel squeaked and put a hand to her mouth. “You two are terrible.”

“No they can’t,” said Colleen. “If they get really horny, the device jams the dorsal nerve.”

“So basically,” said Ruth. “This app is a gateway to...” She glanced at her phone. “Hundreds of permanently randy young men, whose only sexual outlet is pleasing women.”

“In a nutshell,” said Colleen.

“Gosh,” said Angela. “Is that the time? I really must get to head...” She blushed deep red. “I mean bed.”

“Yes,” said Ruth, rising. “I too feel the need to rush off and summon me some perv to lick my pussy.”

“Just us, then,” said Colleen, when they’d gone. “I’d better be finishing this drink... I have house calls to make.”

“You’re NightNurse,” said Shona.

“Does that matter?” asked Colleen.

“How was LostBoy?”

A smile flitted across Colleen’s face. “He seemed at peace with being neutered.”

“Good,” said Shona.

“Permanently horny, though.”

“Good,” repeated Shona

“Oh,” said Colleen. Her dark eyes twinkled. “You’re the one that neutered him.”

“I...” Shona felt her cheeks burn.

“I think I have a treat for you,” said Colleen. “Why don’t you assist me on my house calls?"

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