Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 20

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

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Note for new readers: This is the morning after the hot femdom action described in the previous chapter.

Shona rolled over and found an empty bed. "Victor?"

She groaned, rubbed her eyes, closed them again. She'd definitely had sex last night. Somebody had bitten her right nipple. Her vagina felt a little achy. Her clitoris was tender. There was even maybe a little chafing on her labia.

Vigorous sex. There had been orgasms. She enjoyed a languid stretch then had a flashback of Whatshisname pounding into her, eyes wide in what looked awfully like terror.

She laughed.

Of course, the dildo. And he'd blurted something about being in love with her and she'd found that funny --- it was funny.

Oh well, the slave thing had been good for tidy flat and a successful party with a happy ending.

If he saw her now, Cal --- or was it Mal? --- wouldn't feel the same pathetic desire. She was sweating alcohol, her head hurt, and she hadn’t taken off her make-up before collapsing in bed. It was probably a good thing he’d slunk off back to his 20-something life, albeit the neutered version of it.

She laughed but that made her head really throb and she groaned.

“Coffee, mistress?”

“What? Where?” Shona sat up. “What?”

Whatshisname was standing by her bed, looking very presentable in a fresh black T-shirt and stretch jeans. He held out her favourite mug, the bucket-sized one she'd brought back from a riotous girls's weekend in Prague. The scent of fresh coffee reached her nostrils.

Shona blinked. There'd been some talk of him moving in with her. What had she let herself in for?

Whatshisname's gaze kept flickering to her breasts... which were bare, she realised. She'd fallen asleep naked. Victor would be trying to grope her by now. This 20-something, however?

Shona's expert eye picked out the comforting bulge of his chastity cage through the denim. It didn't matter what effect she had on him, there was no need to cover up in order to avoid giving off the wrong message.

He flushed. "Sorry, mistress. I didn't think slaves knocked."

Shona cocked her head. "You're the expert."

His flush deepened and his eyes averted.

His lower lip was swollen. Shona had a memory of slapping him, and not in a sexy kinky way. And then she'd banished him from the bed with no afterglow. This was a man you could treat like shit and he'd still bring you coffee in the morning. Colleen was right. Neutering really brought out the best in a man.

He shifted his weight, as if nervous.

Of course. The whole slave business. He probably expected her to laugh at him for being a pervert and throw him out.

Shona really should. A couple of days was one thing, but having him underfoot for the duration? She had never ever been any good at living with anybody.

Also, hadn't she promised to let him take her on a date?

Ugh.

The coffee smelled nice, though.

She scooped her jewellery of her bedside table where she'd left it and gestured for Whatshisname to put down the mug next to her phone.

He complied, bobbing his head like a maid off of Downton Abbey. She had a flash of Tabitha in a maid's outfit. Where had that come from?

Shona distracted herself with the coffee and found that the coffee was indeed good enough to be distracting. A "Mmmm" of pleasure escaped her lips.

The younger man shuddered.

Shona smirked. The inside of his head must be as cramped as his chastity cage. Serve him right.

She remembered him pleading and screaming as she pressed his little red button, neutering him for all time. A little ripple of desire woke her tired loins.

That memory was still female Viagra! Useful to known. However, Shona was tired and hung over. "Open the curtains, put my jewellery away..." She tossed it on the covers. "Then run me a bubble bath."

Another head bob. "Yes, mistress."

Shona sipped her coffee while he fussed, admiring his pert buttocks in a purely aesthetic way. As daylight streamed into the room along with fresh air, she reflected that it really was a perfect latte. Should she send him for pastries, or soak first?

Or should she just banish him and enjoy some privacy?

Her phone buzzed.

Colleen: How was the party?

Shona grinned and typed, **Urgh.

Colleen: Hangover?

Shona: (thumbs up emoji)

Colleen: Slave still there?

Shona: Urgh.

Colleen: You can tell me all about it later.**

There was also a notification from HrLckr --- LostBoy's exclusivity offer had arrived. It would lock them both out of the app's dating and messenging until she ended the arrangement. She wouldn't be allowed to hook up with men off app either.

Shona frowned. That pretty much sounded like "going steady", except she could cheat on him with women. Oh, and destroy his future sex life with just one bad review. Maybe it was a good deal?

Whatshisname emerged from the en suite. His eyes widened, reminding her that she was still naked above her duvet. When he spoke, it was pretty much to her breasts. "The bath is almost run, mistress, and there are fresh towels on the rail."

Shona tried to find his presence creepy. But instead it was just funny to think of him trapped in a special kind of hell where he could look, but not touch, but though looking part was about her, the touching part was about him.

"I was going to vacuum now you're awake, mistress? I took the liberty of fetching fresh breakfast pastries earlier."

Well that would buy her time to think. Shona opened her mouth to thank him politely, then realised she didn't need to.

What did the posh ladies say in Downton Abbey?

Very well, Jives?

That wasn't very her.

Shona settled for, "Well get on with it."

The word "slave" seemed to hang in the air between them.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed.

He let out a whimper, bobbed his head and fled the room.

Shona laughed. Was her naked presence just a bit much for him, then?

It was nice to soak without having to worry about clearing up after the party... so nice, in fact, that she nodded off for a while.

She awoke a little chilly. As she showered off she caught herself thinking it would be good to have had a way to summon Whatshisname to scrub her back.

"Right! Enough of this nonsense."

Shona wrapped herself in a towelling bathrobe, pocketed her phone --- maybe she could wire him some money to not make a fuss; that's what a man would do. She set off to confront the pervert and send him on his way.

Her bedroom was...

Freshly vacuumed?

The bed had been changed as well and the windows had that sheen that only comes from a recent cleaning.

The guest bedroom was the same. People had tramped in and out of here to drop then collect their coats, but it looked ready for an tour of prospective buyers.

The hall floor was freshly mopped as well, so much so she felt guilty about her bare feet leaving wet footprints.

Shona registered the hum of the washing machine and pushed on into the lounge. It had been a hell of a mess by the end of last night; crumbs everywhere, some spills on the furniture, and empties on ever available surface.

Whatshisname had erased all that. Now it was a place of light and air, the basket chair swinging gently on its chain in the warm breeze from the open window.

Shona steeled herself and padded into the kitchen... the gleaming kitchen.

"Fuck!"

Really, the whole place now looked like a show home.

This was how her apartment used to be on Monday evening after Whatshisname had gone above and beyond the call of a cleaner's duty for her, only better.

Uncluttered, clean, low maintenance... tranquil... somewhere where she could do the work she needed to climb the career ladder, and a good base for having a life outside work.

Pervert or not, she was going to miss Whatshisname...

And --- she realised with a lurch in the pit of her stomach --- he had already erased his own presence the way he had all trace of the party.

The kitchen was empty except for a pot of warm coffee on the percolator and a paper bag of pastries.

Shona leaned on the counter. "Fuck!"

"Mistress?" The neuter was standing in the kitchen doorway cradling a parcel. "A delivery arrived."

Shona stood up. She was vaguely aware of her bathrobe falling open, but it didn't matter. "Where the fuck were you?"

He bobbed his head then kept his head bowed. "Box room, mistress. Like we agreed."

"Oh, our agreement?" She could almost feel the warmth of his gaze on her crotch, but she didn't feel squicked. It was like having a dog, except unconditional love he radiated unconditional desire... unconditional impotent desire. He could objectify her all he wanted, but it would only make him a better house keeper.

She took out her phone and brought up HrLckr and there was the Exclusivity Offer for her to accept. "So you'll be my slave --- not boy friend, slave. And I mean seen but not heard, and mostly not seen. When you're not working, you're in your... your cell unless maybe you're jogging or going to the gym or whatever the fuck you do to keep in shape."

He shuddered. "Don't I get..." he began.

"No," she said. "You don't get to have a life. You're my slave for however many months this takes."

His legs wobbled. "Uh... Yes, mistress."

Her heart leapt with a weird triumph. Was this what deer stalkers felt like when they brought down a stag?

"And, in return," she continued, her own legs trembling now. This whole thing was oddly exciting. "I let you take me on one --- one --- date after Project X is resolved."

He nodded. "Yes, mistress."

"Perfect." She pressed Accept. "Slave."

Her new slave's phone pinged. He whimpered. "Oh god."

Shona laughed. "Too late for regrets, slave." This was, she realised, as close to actually owning a man as you could come. It made her feel... wicked. Wicked and...

Shona braced her bottom against the worktop and slid her feet apart. The kitchen wasn't really a sexy place, but she could do anything she liked now.

Her slave thought so too. His eyes went. His tongue flickered over his bruised lip. She could feel his thirst for her.

That didn't turn her on, but the futility of his thirst, the way trying to sate it it could only make him more desperate and miserable; that made her vagina pulse and the juices trickle between her swelling labia.

"On your knees, slave," said Shona, her voice husky. As he nuzzled her vulva, she added. "Gently. Or else."

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If you haven’t already, now’s a great time to read my first novel in the CARGO ‘verse, set 10 years after the passing of the controversial Act!