Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 31

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

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(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier episodes!)

"Come in," said Fiona, Colleen's room mate, who was still in her nurse's uniform. "But herself is entertaining..."

Shona hardly heard. She swept past the smaller woman and pushed open Colleen's door. The room smelled of sex... nice clean girl sex.

The dark-haired Irish beauty was on her futon bed, extra-large white "Future is Female" T-shirt raised, plump legs open, and a collared chaste nuzzling between her thighs. She lifted her head. "Hi Shona!"

The chaste, who was stripped to his Magic Boxers, made a muffled sound and twisted. "What?" He blushed delightfully behind the sheen of saliva and juices.

Young, thought Shona. She gestured at the corner. "Go kneel over there, I need to talk to Colleen."

The youth flushed deeper, bobbed his head and scurried over to obey, his dildo wobbling comically.

Colleen sat up cross-legged, rearranged her T-shirt demurely over her bare thighs and tossed her mass of black hair back over her shoulders. "Hey, I'll have you know I was fucking!"

"It's not as if he can lose his hard on," said Shona. She kicked off her shoes, sat on the futon, and propped herself up against the wooden bed head.

"Join me, won't you?" said Colleen, shifting around to face her.

Shona curled her fingers. There was something inviting about Colleen's soft thighs and the way she was naked beneath the white T-shirt.

Her grandmother's voice came to her. Focus girl! Always away with the fairies...

Shona blinked and tried to will the old woman out of her head. "Something terrible has happened," she said.

"Goodness! Will you tell me what it is?"

So Shona told her all about her adventure with Victor. When she got to the part where she pressed his red button, sealing him chastity for maybe ten years, Colleen waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh well," said Colleen. "He was probably deserving it. I bet he used that routine on all his pick ups. You should have checked his reviews."

"I'm a fucking idiot." Shona brought out her phone. Sure enough Victor had four stars overall, but of his fifteen reviews, eight mentioned he'd offered to unlock, and five had actually had sex with him.

"Ew," said Colleen leaning over to look at the screen. Her hair smelled of apple shampoo. It made Shona think of orchards in the rain.

"You've done the world a favour," said Colleen.

"I think it's a user education issue," said Shona. "Women just aren't used to calling the shots. Yet." Shona wriggled her toes. "We're not used to calling the shots yet." She glanced at the chaste in the corner. "Come give me a foot massage."

The chaste youth scrambled over and started grappling ineptly with her left foot.

"Roll your thumbs you idiot," said Shona.

He mumbled something and the quality of the massage improved.

"So do you feel better now?" asked Colleen. "Can I go back to fucking? I mean, once you've finished getting your massage from my date, if that's OK with you?"

"No," said Shona. "And no. That's not the terrible thing that happened." She sighed. "The terrible thing is that I realised I miss Whatshisname."

"Well you did have him particularly well-trained," said Colleen, twisting her pale neck to glance at the slave. "And he was a veritable treasure around the house."

"There is that," said Shona. She snapped her fingers at the slave... Chaste! She had to get that right. "Other foot... But that's not the real problem. I suddenly realised I like the way he looks at me. He once told me he loved me."

"Wow," said Colleen. "That's romantic in a pathetic sort of way. What did you do?"

"I slapped him," said Shona. "And told him to shut the fuck up and get on with fucking me."

The chaste's hands jerked as if she had shocked him.

Shona gave him a warning look.

"But you liked it?" said Colleen. "I mean him loving you."

Shona nodded. "But... Fuck!" She flushed. "I hate feeling this... this fucking vulnerable. Why the fuck my therapist was always getting me to 'embrace my vulnerability' I don't fucking know..."

"Will you spit it out, girl?"

Shona took a deep breath. "Suppose I get used to him... feeling that way... about me then the wanker threatens to leave?"

Colleen laughed. "That's what CARGO partnerships are for! Don't you get it? The Asymmetric Option means you virtually own him."

"But getting him to sign up for one... I'd have to negotiate!" Shona shivered. "That would leave a bitter taste."

"You could just tell Whatshisname to take it or leave it?"

"But that means..." Shona noted a crack in her voice, paused for breath, then continued more calmly. "Actually... asking him. Having a..." Her nose wrinkled. "...conversation. And what if he said no? That's even worse. He's already exclusive to Tabitha."

"Well you're pretty much buggered then, excuse my language."

"Jesus!" said Shona.

"Shona!" said Colleen, crossing herself.

"Fuck," said Shona. "If only there was a way I could just buy him like he was a proper slave. She's a real mercenary, that one. I bet she'd sell him if she could."

Colleen laughed. "That would be a fine thing, trading men like horses. But you and I will both be grey old ladies before CARGO 2."

"CARGO 2?"

"Joke," said Colleen. "Like Vatican 2. That's all. Forget I said anything."

Shona sighed.

Somebody coughed. A male voice said, "Ex... excuse me, l... ladies?"

Shona had forgotten the chaste kneeling at her feet. "Nobody told you to speak."

"Wait," said Colleen. "I'm good with boys and I think this one might have something useful to say."

"It's just that..." The chaste glanced at his hands on Shona's foot as if he didn't know what to do with them. He blushed all the way down under his glass collar.

"Get the fuck on with it," said Shona.

"I'm a law student," blurted the chaste. His thumbs moved unevenly on her instep.

"Oh, so you have prospects?" said Shona. Was he actually going to try to sell himself to her? "How nice."

He squirmed and the massage faltered. "No, I mean I... I've looked at CARGO... It has some... I mean the way Subordinate Partner law and the Polyamory/Group Marriage law intersect. There have been concerns... but nobody took them seriously."

"Oh?" said Shona.

The chaste managed to mumble his way through an explanation.

"Oh!" she repeated. "That would be a hell of a big step into the dark."

"I will admit it's wicked hot, though," said Colleen, flushing. "I wonder if it's a deliberate feature?"

The Irish girl was so luscious, so sweet, so wise, so worldy all at once and glorious in her complexity. Maybe Shona didn't need any of the other stuff. Maybe she could settle for a nice girl.

Shona shifted to kiss the Irish girl on the lips. "How about a palette cleanser after Victor's gropings?"

Colleen unfolded her crossed legs to kneel and leaned forward to return the kiss. Her lips were moist, her chin smooth. She flicked her tongue over Shona's lips making them tingle, then withdrew a little. "We keep doing this, but I'm not a lesbian."

Shona caught the edge of her "Future is Female" T-shirt and lifted it to reveal her Colleen's big pale breasts with erect nipples like thumbs. "I don't know what I am." Without looking at the chaste, she said, "Slave, help me out of this."

He gasped, sputtered. But there was movement on the mattress behind her. After some false starts, the dress unzipped.

"Put it on the chair, then do my bra," she said. "And careful with that dress --- no creases."

While the chaste fumbled with Shona's strap, Colleen sprawled onto her back, breasts subsiding into white mounds, skin a smooth creamy expanse.

Shona's own breasts came free and she descended on the Irish girl, lost herself in the welcoming cushion of flesh and the tang of female scent.

They kissed, this time open mouthed with swirling tongues that sent desire surging into Shona's loins.

Colleen wrapped her soft arms around Shona's neck and her legs around Shona's thighs, She ground her mound up into Shona's cunt.

Shona detached from Colleen's mouth. "Slave? There's a double headed dildo in my bag."

She listened to the slave --- call him chaste! --- moving around behind her as she nuzzled under through Colleen's apple-scented hair and gnawed at her soft neck. As the chaste approached the futon, she lifted her bottom and tilted her hips to present her cunt. "Install it."

There was a sharp inhale, some nervous fumbling. Finally the dildo slid inside.

"Wrong end," she hissed.

The chaste stammered something, withdrew it and tried again. The bulbous end plopped into place and her muscles gripped it nicely.

"Corner."

Without needing to look, Shona adjusted her angle and gently sank the dildo into Colleen's moist vagina.

The Irish girl heaved, moaned, drew in her legs and dug her heels into Shona's buttocks.

Shona's muscles tightened around the dildo's bulbous end and she started to work her pelvis.

There was no direct sensation, of course, but she could feel the soft resistance as Colleen's vagina rippled and pulsed against the artificial penis, and the changing angles made the textured clit pad send wet eddies through her loins.

They fucked in almost silence, just their breathing growing quicker, shallower until they were panting in unison in time to the squelch of dildo in cunt.

Then Colleen cried out, "Jesus and Mary!" Her nails gouged Shona's back, trailed fire down her spine, which met the moist turmoil in her groin.

And Shona climaxed in a flurry of pounding and writhing, aware of her cries spiralling around the other woman's.

Finally, she rolled off and lay on her back.

Somebody was whimpering.

Shona raised her head.

The chaste still knelt in the corner, his ridiculous dildo pointing out from between his skinny thighs. He was chewing his lip and quivering.

"Boy?" said Colleen, without looking. "Fiona will be out the shower now. Go knock on her door and see if she could be doing with a back rub and a happy ending. Clean up first, though. There's mouthwash in the bathroom."

The chaste rose unsteadily --- exposing a big damp patch on his Magic Boxers --- and stumbled off.

As he closed the door, Shona said, "Lawyer? Just imagine him in court!"

Colleen laughed. "That one belongs on a reception desk somewhere looking pretty."

"The collar would certainly..." Shona grasped the dildo. The rubber flesh was still warm from Colleen's cunt. "...disconcert the male executives."

"What male executives?" said Colleen, reaching for her "Future is Female" T-shirt. "So, do you want to stay the night?"

A cold hand gripped Shona's heart. Suddenly she felt tired and sticky and achy. So much for that idea.

Colleen leaned over and tweaked her nipple.

Shona batted the hand away. "Ouch!"

"Well?" said Colleen. "I asked a question."

Laughing, Shona rolled onto her side. "Would you think me a terrible person if I said no?"

Colleen, now dressed, kissed her forehead. "But you are a terrible person with all your button pushing."

Now it was Shona's turn to laugh. "Evil! She levered herself off the low futon and considered the dildo. She sniffed the business end the way you would a cigar. Colleen's distinctive musk filled her nostrils, stirred her tired cunt.

"Oi!" said the nurse, giggling. "You pervert!"

"Maybe..." Shona put the dildo back in her bag, and retrieved her bra from the chair. "But seriously, what am I? I love women. Love fucking them... really fucking them with all the sweat and juices. Not like with men with their stubble and stink." She fastened the bra and yawned.

"You've been through a lot this evening," said Colleen. "But you're nearly there. Keep talking."

"You sound like a therapist!" said Shona.

"I've a good mind to bill you!"

"OK! OK! So, I don't really want to share a bed let alone a house or a life with anybody." She stepped into the dress and got her arms in. "Do me a favour and zip me up?"

Colleen obliged and kissed her lightly on the back of the neck.

Shona turned and looked down into the Irish girl's big dark eyes. "It's a pity I'm not a very good lesbian."

"You've actually forgotten about the chastes," said Colleen, hands on wide hips. "You're technically bisexual."

"Do they even count? It's more like having a dog..." She had a flash of Whatshisname writhing as she beat him. "Except it would be not OK to treat a dog that way."

From somewhere else in the flat came a series of low moans; Colleen's room mate was enjoying her happy ending.

"I would hope not!" said Colleen.

Colleen's tone of mock outrage suggested she was thinking of tongues, not whips... How would the nurse feel if she knew just how much Shona enjoyed hurting her slave?

Colleen shrugged her broad shoulders, making her breasts rise under the T-shirt. "Look, Human Psychology is strange. Virgo is a new kind of thing, and maybe you're a new kind of Virgo. We'll just have to see what emerges."

"But what the fuck should I do?"

"Do the thing eye-candy boy suggested. You've got the money for it."

"And the ethics. But Whatshisname will hate me."

Again Colleen shrugged. "Will that matter?"

Shona laughed so much she got turned on.

Colleen seemed to read her look. "You haven't paid your therapist's bill yet," she said and drew Shona back down onto the futon.

"Are you sure this is ethical?" asked Shona, lifting the girl's t-shirt to unleash her warm musk. Her lush pubic hair was furrowed with saliva, her inner lips engorged and ripe with juices.

"Less talk, more lick, woman!" said Colleen.

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