Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 3
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
Shona switched off the shower. True she’d promised herself a nice bath, but the Victor’s fumbling had left her annoyed and frustrated in equal measure. What she’d really wanted to do was go back and give Victor a taste of her Cardio Kickboxing: “One-two! Thump! Thump! Take that you poncy piece of shit!”
Instead she’d decided to get her revenge by spending the rest of the morning masturbating herself stupid. First she’d needed to wash away the taint of the self-declared alpha male. Now, she was moments away from some quality time with her vibrator.
She reached for the towel.
It wasn’t there.
“Crappy housekeeping service,” she growled.
She squeezed the water out of her hair, shook off as best she could, then made wet footprints across the tiles. By the time she reached the door, the guilt was unbearable. “Get the fuck out of my head, Mum! This is my place I can do what I like...”
Angry now, she turned the handle.
The door opened on a slightly-built younger man nearly a head shorter than her. His dark eyes went bush-baby wide. His gaze dropped to her breasts, then to her crotch.
“Who the fuck?” began Shona. But she was too angry to be afraid. She slapped him hard across the face and stepped in, intending to follow up with a good kick.
The younger man yelped, dropped the folded towels he’d been holding. He clutched his cheek and crumpled to kneel at her feet on the bedroom floor. “I’m your cleaner,” he cried. “Hal Charlton.”
Shona’s anger drained away, leaving her with a stinging hand and buzz of triumph. She knew, however, that she should feel guilty. “Oh God I’m so sorry!”
She stooped over him, felt her breasts swing, made to crouch to pick up a towel, realised that would open her legs. A little irritated, she opted to brazen it out and stand there naked over him. After all, she had all the advantage and he didn’t look like he could overpower her.
“I’m sorry, Miss Armstrong,” he said, without raising his head. “You weren’t supposed to be at home.”
Shona laughed. “So you’re the cleaner? Hal? I always imagined ‘HC’ was some older lady. Hanna something, perhaps. I couldn’t picture a man doing such a great job, let alone an English one...” She blushed. “Oh fuck I left you flowers at Christmas. You must have thought I was a moron.”
“They were nice flowers,” he said.
Her hand started to throb. She shook it ruefully. “Shit that must have really hurt.”
“It’s OK,” he said. “Sexiest thing that ever happened to me.”
She remembered his wide-eyed look of appreciation. There had been a kind of innocence to it. “I’m sure you’ve seen a naked woman before...” she said.
“The slap,” Hal blurted.
“Oh,” she said. She contemplated her hand and felt an odd tingle in her groin.
“Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Oh.” It had felt good just to let him have it like that. “It’s OK,” she said. “I didn’t expect...” Her mouth was dry. She swallowed.
Hal shuddered. “I...” he began, then stopped.
Shona glanced beyond him to her bed, freshly made now and inviting. This felt like the set-up for a bad porn video. However she was still alone and naked in her apartment with a strange man. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said. She stooped, snatched up her towel and started to retreat into her en suite. She should lock herself in until he was gone.
“It’s OK,” he said. He let out a nervous laugh. “I can’t anyway.”
“What?” Shona hesitated as she wrapped the towel around herself, over her breasts. It came to just below her hips. She recalled that look. “You’re not gay?”
He squirmed. “No.”
His gaze flickered to her groin, and she realised how tantalising the lower edge of her towel must be.
“Got a girlfriend?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Just broken up.”
“Don’t you want to seduce me?”
He coloured. “Yes but I can’t.”
“An unpleasant disease, then?”
“No!” He took a deep breath. “Look, Miss Armstrong,” he said. “Why don’t you get dressed while I go and clean the rest of the flat. Let’s pretend this never happened.”
“Oh my god!” said Shona. She found herself advancing on him. “You’re actually more embarrassed then I am.”
Still on his knees, he shuffled away, deeper into her bedroom. “No I...”
“What,” said Shona, “are you hiding, Hal?”
“It’s... It’s hard to explain without getting undressed,” he said.
“I’m not falling for that,” said Shona.
He sighed. “It’s a male chastity device,” he said. “I’m trapped in a male chastity device.”
Shona laughed. “Seriously?”
He looked up, still wide eyed, and nodded.
“That’s kinky as fuck,” said Shona, and there was that warm tingling in her nether regions.
He seemed to shrink into himself leaving her utterly in charge of the situation. It was as if the battle of the sexes --- all that learning to “lean in”, the assertiveness workshops, the hammering at the glass ceiling, and before that, the Being Nice --- had suddenly resolved in her favour. “Show me,” she ordered.
Keeping his eyes averted, he rose to stand in the middle of her bedroom. Yes, he was shorter than Victor, much shorter than Shona.
He yanked at his blue overalls. The poppers undid all the way to his waist then his groin, revealing a faded university T-shirt and black briefs. These he pulled at so his genitals flopped out.
“What...?” began Shona, then she gasped.
At first he’d seemed naked, but now she could see that his cock was fully encased in a skin-toned mesh tube.
“What the hell is that?” she asked.
“Male chastity device,” said Hal. “Like I said.”
“You are kinky,” exclaimed Shona. “Where’s the key?”
He mumbled something.
“What?” she asked.
“Ex-girlfriend took them,” said Hal.
“How ironic,” said Shona.
Shona stooped and for the first time since slapping him, touched him... well, touched the device.
The mesh tube was shiny and hard and must have fit the form of his penis. There was a narrow slit at the end for peeing. It seemed to be secured in place by a ring around the base of his genitals.
“Can’t you pull out the back?” Shona tugged experimentally. All she managed was to stretch out the skin of his pubis. “Apparently not.” There was a keyhole and a little red button.
“What’s that?” she asked suspiciously. “Emergency release?”
Hal flinched back. “Jesus don’t touch that.”
“What does it do?” asked Shona, enjoying his vulnerability.
“It... makes it permanent,” said Hal.
Shona caressed the little red button with her fingertip. “But can’t you cut it off?” she said, somehow sensing the answer.
He shook his head. “It’s supposed to be impossible to remove without damaging the genitals.”
She laughed. “Apparently I’m a castrating bitch.”
Hal shuddered. His genitals twitched as if he were getting hard behind the mesh. “No, please, no...”
Shona realized with a thrill that he really didn’t want to be sealed in, but couldn’t stop her if she decided to press the button anyway. She imagined Victor in the same predicament and grinned.
Hall cringed. He was breathing hard now. “Can I go now?” he repeated.
“A man with no penis.” Shona straightened and felt his gaze on her crotch. Yes, perhaps this was like a bad porn video. But hey? It’s not as if she had a date lined up and she hadn’t truly done anything crazy since University. She straightened. “But does he fancy me?”
Hal gasped. His hips twitched. He nodded and mumbled something.
“I’m perfectly safe, after all,” she purred in her best sexy voice.
“I should... I should go,” he said. “We’re not supposed to have... relationships with clients.”
“But you can’t have a relationship,” she said, still purring. Then she realised she didn’t need to. She dropped into her old West Coast accent, the one people mistook for Glaswegian. “You can’t fuck me without your key.” She advanced on him, pushed against his chest.
Caged genitals still flopping out of his briefs, he waddled backward toward the bed.
Shona stooped to kiss him on the mouth. Meanwhile, she tugged at the shoulders of his overall.
Their lips touched wetly, triggering an answering moisture between her legs.
He just stood there, unresisting, while she peeled down his overall and briefs, tore off his T-shirt to reveal a lean muscled torso with only a light dusting of chest hair. “Get naked,” she said. “You look stupid like that.”
He obeyed and stood there in her bedroom, naked except for the sleek sand-coloured device constraining his penis.
She padded around him, trailing her hands over his skin. He was no alpha male, not like Victor, but he was leanly muscled and flat bellied and... “No cock,” she breathed.
He shuddered.
She padded past him and sprawled across her bed, feet on the floor. She contemplated his sleek back and tight buttocks. How much younger than her was he?
He didn’t turn. What happened next was up to her.
She opened her mouth, closed it. How did one ask for oral sex?
Then it came to her that he was just the cleaner, and even if he wasn’t, he was a younger man locked into a stupid chastity device. His opinion really didn’t matter.
“Come here and lick my cunt,” she said.