Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 13
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
"MutedManhood? It's NightNurse from HrLckr come to neuter you and get you verified." Colleen was speaking into an entry phone, sing-song Irish voice loud enough that passers-by turned their heads.
Shona stared them down while muttering to herself, "I'm evil, remember. Evil!"
But as the door buzzed, she realised that this felt not so much evil, as wicked --- the kind of wicked her mother used to warn her about; visiting a strange man's flat for dubious purposes. What type of girl was she?
Evil.
And a woman, not a girl.
A woman with a cunt.
The apartment door opened, and 'MutedManhood' blinked up at Shona over Colleen's head. He met her eyes, looked away. He did not move from the threshold. “Two of you?”
“Indeed,” said Colleen. "I'm NightNurse. This is...?" She glanced at Shona over her shoulder.
"BossBitch," supplied Shona. The name seemed to fit.
"She's in a business suit."
"I'm standing right here," said Shona. "Also, what part of 'boss' didn't you understand?"
MutedManhood blushed, making him look boyish, though Shona would have placed him at in his early thirties, a good few years older than Whatshisname.
“BossBitch will be assisting," said Colleen. "Is that OK?”
MutedManhood nodded. He handed Colleen a small key, which she pocketed in the her sweater dress, and then ushered them inside.
It was a crisp, modern apparent, a smaller version of Shona’s, but pristine and with a weights rack in the living room. She thought of the red button and tried to feel turned on. Instead she heard herself make small talk, “Nice place. Tidy.”
“I live on my own, so it’s easy.” He was barefoot in baggy black martial arts pants, but made no attempt to get his guests to remove their shoes. “I thought the bedroom, if that’s OK.”
“Sure,” said Colleen.
MutedManhood's bedroom was bold masculine with bold charcoal walls and black and grey bedding. There was a big St Andrews Cross on the wall facing the bed.
"Oh," said Colleen.
Shona cocked her head. Her belly tingled and there was a wet warmth in her crotch. Did this count as evil, or was it still merely wicked?
MutedManhood turned and looked uncertain. “I... I thought we could make a ritual of it.”
Colleen folded her arms. "I'm not a dominatrix. I'm here to modify your sexual identity, that's all."
Shona had a flash of beating the crap out of Whatshisname. She set down her handbag on the bed. “Have you used the cross before?”
MutedManhood looked at his feet. “Uh... a little.”
“Solo?” said Shona, picking up on his vibe.
“Yes, actually, solo.” He raised his chin with a little defiance. “But that means I’ve tested it.”
“Very efficient,” said Shona.
Colleen started to speak.
Shona silenced her with a glance and a shake of the head.
Colleen inhaled. Her face took on a look of amused outrage. She jogged Shona's arm and hissed, "I'm supposed to be in charge!"
"Well jump in any time," said Shona sweetly. She turned back to MutedManhood. “Why don’t you get yourself set up?”
He glanced at Colleen. “I feel weird, you ladies watching. I've never done anything sexual with anybody before.”
“Don’t worry,” said Shona, perching on the edge of the bed. She grabbed Colleen's arm to make her sit next to her.
Muted manhood turned away and started to undress. "Good muscles," said Shona. "Love handles need to go."
"Hey!" said MutedManhood. "No negging."
Colleen leaned closer. The Irish girl was breathing a little hard and her cheeks were flushed as if she’d been out in cold weather. "I'm square, really. I've never done kink!"
"Well now you are," said Shona. She undid the top buttons of her blouse.
"You're outrageous!"
MutedManhood's clothes went neatly in his built-in wardrobe. The mirror doors reflected his front view. There between his hairy thighs was an Artemis Cage, with an intact locking super structure and tempting red button.
"I am never going to see an uncaged dick again," said Shona and realised it was true.
"There's a real magic to this, is there not?" The Irish girl's grey eyes twinkled. "And he'll be much happier when he's done."
As if from long practice, MutedManhood brought out leather fetters and started strapping them on.
“Do they lock?” asked Shona. “Go on, for the ritual.”
He nodded and produced little padlocks, which clicked into the buckle of each fetter.
Shona leaned forward.
MutedManhood’s gaze flickered to her newly revealed cleavage. His caged package twitched.
Colleen slid off her canvas-look handbag and nestled it next to Shona's red patent leather monstrosity. “Go on then.”
The clips on his fetters rattling, MutedManhood backed onto the cross. Stretching, he clipped both his ankles. Then, with a struggle, he buckled the thigh straps. Finally, he stretched out and clipped each wrist.
“Rather too much slack,” said Shona. She pushed off the bed. There were two straps on each upper arm of the cross, so she buckled them around his triceps and biceps.
“Oh,” said MutedManhood. He tensed against his bonds. "I feel... constrained."
There was also a wide belt that he’d obviously decided not to use because it prevented him from leaning to get himself clipped onto the cross. She buckled that tight. “Pinned like a laboratory specimen.”
MutedManhood tensed. “Wow. I can’t undo myself.”
“Don’t worry,” said Colleen, now behind Shona. “We're from the app."
Shona reached down and stroked the red button.
MutedManhood shuddered and tried to thrust his pelvis at her, but the St Andrew's Cross held firm. "Go on! Do it!"
"So what type of ritual did you have in mind?” asked Shona.
“I don’t... know,” said MutedManhood, rolling his head. He seemed to be having trouble speaking, “I suppose... one of you could say something... appropriate... then press the red button.”
“You really want that?” said Shona, her arousal fading.
“God yes,” said MutedManhood. "I’ll throw away all my kink gear, delete my porn accounts, and concentrate on achieving a Zen state of no desire.”
Shona dropped her hand. "I'm not sure I can be bothered."
The leather creaked. "But you're supposed to..."
“What's the matter?” asked Colleen.
"I need to be in the mood." Shona turned put her hands behind the other girl’s neck and stooped to kiss her on the lips. The Irish girl tasted of red wine from the bar and there was that warm wet tingle between the legs... cunt... in her cunt.
“Oh,” said Colleen, blushing deeply. "I've never... I mean I'm just a square girl out of Donegal."
"So is it OK or not?"
"Apparently." Colleen reached up and returned the kiss. There was a flick of tongue on lip.
“Hey!” said MutedManhood. "Still here!"
“Shut up, weirdo,” said Shona. She backed the unresisting Irish girl onto the bed.
"Don't call me a ---."
Colleen draped herself over the foot of the bed, her thick dark like a cushion. Her brown sweater dress and the black slip beneath both rode up over what turned out to be stockings, revealing a flash of creamy thigh.
"Oh My God!" cried MutedManhood. "I..." His voice trailed off as if he had no idea what he wanted.
Shona put one knee on the bed and stooped over Colleen to kiss her.
The other woman got her hands behind her neck and drew her down.
Again their lips met. This time mouths opened in unison, and tongues caressed past teeth to swirl and slither in the moistness beyond.
Shona put a hand on Colleen's knee
The Irish girl whimpered and opened her legs.
Behind Shona, leather creaked. "Hey," said MutedManhood, making a pathetic attempt to sound casual. "I have an idea. Why don't you let me down and unlock me and we can have a threesome?"
Still with one foot on the floor, Shona slid her hand up past the rougher texture of Colleen's lace stocking top, over the little valley made by the elastic, and onto the soft thigh. It really had been a long time since she'd done this. Her fingers brushed tickly curls. She drew back her mouth. "You hussy, you aren't wearing any knickers."
Colleen shifted down the bed slightly so that something wet nudged Shona's finger tips.
MutedManhood emitted a barely suppressed howl that went straight to Shona's cunt.
"I've never done it with an audience," breathed Colleen.
Shona shifted to get the other knee on the bed. "He doesn't count as an audience. The freedom is what makes this hot." Now kneeling beside the Irish girl, she raised Colleen's knitted hem to reveal the soft dark curls that flourished between her creamy thighs. "It's like skinny dipping in the loch back home."
Colleen tilted her hips so her furry crotch reared from between her thighs. Her inner lips were swollen and glistening. "Or masturbating on the garden bench by moonlight. Forever!"
Shona extended two fingers and made little spiralling motions to burrow into the slippery crevice... and there was the glorious tunnel. She slid her digits deep into the Irish girl's vagina.
Colleen gasped. Her secret muscles rippled. "You have have big fingers."
Shona formed a hook and started to massage the roof of her vagina. "So I've been told."
"Let me down!" cried MutedManhood
Colleen arched her back against the mattress. "Oh My God Faster!"
Shona obliged, the power of the movement making the other woman joggle and jiggle quite winningly.
Colleen groaned. Her muscles clenched hard on Shona's fingers. The groan became a cry, became a screech.
Shona slowed to a halt and withdrew.
Colleen's face and neck were flushed. "Just wow."
"Ahem?" said MutedManhood. "Are you going to let me down now?"
Shona slid off the bed. "How's that Zen thing working out for you?"
MutedManhood glanced down. A gossamer strand of semen now trailed from his caged cock. "Badly," he said.
Shona held out her fingers, just short of his face. "Sniff."
The breath hissed in his nostrils. His limbs shivered against the leather bonds. His eyes widened. He extended his tongue and made weird mewling sounds. "Let me taste! Let me taste!"
Laughing, Shona avoided his tongue and smeared Colleen's juices on his nose.
Groaning, now, he made cross-eyed attempts to touch his nose with his tongue.
"My, but you're a cruel one," said Colleen.
"So I've been told." Again, Shona touched the red button. It might be amusing to neuter him while he was distracted. Amusing, but not a turn on. She took her hand away.
"But can I do something for you?" Colleen was sitting up on the edge of the bed, dark hair bushed, face sweetly radiant.
Shona kicked off a shoe. "Have ever gone down on another woman?"
Colleen pushed her hair back over her ears. "Ah well, there's always a first time."
Shona kicked off the other shoe, then wriggled out of pants and panties in one go.
"Hello?" said MutedManhood. "Still here. I've never gone down on a woman either?"
"You don't count," said Shona, turning to face him.
His gaze went to her crotch. He convulsed against his bonds. "Red."
Shona laughed. "Was that supposed to be a safe word?"
"No... I... er..." He licked his lips, made another pathetic attempt to taste the juices on his own nose.
Shona slid her bare feet apart so now she was eye to eye with her victim. "Colleen, come and kneel between my legs."
Now in her curvy stockinged feet, the Irish girl knelt meekly on the floor as if doing yoga, back to the bound man, face so close to Shona's crotch she could feel her breath.
MutedManhood tensed. The leather creaked. He strained then went limp "Oh shit! Please. I've changed my mind. I want a sex life. DOn't neuter me."
"You just want to wank to this," said Shona. She twitched her hips suggestively.
Colleen shuffled forward and fastened her wet mouth on Shona's cunt. She made a little cat sound with her throat. Her tongue flickered over Shona's labia, found her clit...
Pleasure eddied through Shona's core, forced a groan from her lips. She tangled her fingers in Colleen's coal-black hair. "Perfect."
MutedManhood just stared with wide eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Shona spoke between waves of pleasure. "What's... the... matter?"
"I admit it..." MutedManhood actually blubbered. "I just want to wank. Please let me go. Don't neuter me."
Shona reached for his caged crotch.
Squealing, he tried to close his legs, tried to tilt his pelvis to swing his genitals back, but the leather straps held him firm. "No! Please. No. Safeword! Red! RED!"
"Aren't I?" She pressed the red button. It was stiff. First, the pressure merely squashed his genitals into his crotch. Then the little button started to sink into its housing.
MutedManhood let out a screamed that whirled through Shona taking her to the brink of a great chasm...
The mechanism clicked, clattered on the floor.
She fell into a red-pink orgasm. From far away, she heard somebody scream.
She was still screaming when came back to herself.
Colleen looked up at her from her knees. She licked her lips. "Not bad for a first time."
MutedManhood's genitals were now neatly encased in the flesh toned cage. He sobbed. "What have you done to me?"
Suddenly, this man had become the least interesting thing in the room. Shona stepped away and started pulling on her clothing. "Come on, I want a drink."
"Hang on." Colleen gathered up the remnants of the locking mechanism and went to the bedside bin. "Eww. It's full of used tissues." She dropped the mechanism in, then did the same with the key.
"What have you done to me?" repeated MutedManhood.
Colleen produced her phone from her handbag. "We'll BossBitch has neutered you, and...," there was a ping, "I've verified you. So we're good to go." She turned to Shona. "Are you going to let the poor man down, now?"
Quickly, before his weeping got her horny again, Shona unclipped both MutedManhood's wrists then grabbed Colleen's arm. "Come on. We'll let him sort himself out."
Later, after a friendly drink and an exchange of life stories, she got back to her flat and realised she was indeed still horny, though not from contemplating the neutering of MutedManhood, but rather because it reminded her of her even-less consensual neutering of Whatshisname.
This time she tried the HrLckr app.
The nice young man who came, but didn't come, certainly saw to her needs. However, he had a certain smugness about him and a hint of condensation about the untidiness of her home, which he showed no interest in fixing. Nor did he agree to take a beating for her.
A few nights later, she found a chaste who was happy to let her whip him, but insisted on a safe word which he was mighty quick to use. Nor --- again --- was he much interested in doing her chores.
Shona would, she realised, just have to lower her expectations. Not all chastes were like Whatshisname, but then that man had spent a year perving her things while he cleaned her flat, so he deserved everything she'd done to him, and certainly did not deserve a summons via HrLckr.
While you’re waiting for the next episode, read my first novel in the CARGO ‘verse, set 10 years after the passing of the controversial Act!