Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 32

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

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Tabitha yanked open the curtains and turned to regard Hal with folded arms. "What are you doing still in bed?"

With the light behind her, she looked like the silhouette of an animé character; pigtails, miniskirt and crop top. The edge in his girlfriend's voice made Hal's chastity cage tighten. "I..." He touched his throat as if he could find his missing collar. He'd soon have a new one, but in glass, and it wouldn't feel the same because...

But he shouldn't be thinking about Mistress... Shona... Miss Armstrong.... that woman.

"Hal?"

The truth was that he hadn't felt like getting out of bed since he'd fluffed the interview for the university teaching contract. How could he explain that?

"I knew it," she said. "You're still moping over that job."

"Role," said Hal. "It was a role. The role."

"If it was so important, why did you mess up the interview?"

Hal groaned. What could he say?

He'd felt fine and well prepped as he'd sat down to face the panel of Ancient History specialists who could give him his first professional toehold in academia. Then suddenly he'd missed the security of his steel collar and realised all at once that his years of studying the Romans had really been about chasing the fantasy of being a slave.

Now he'd tasted that, he'd lost his passion for the subject.

It wasn't just that he'd lived out his fantasy. He'd also experienced how scary it was to be powerless.

For every male slave happily owned by some hot and horny Roman widow, there were probably thousands unwillingly taking it up the arse or in the mouth from some callous master, or acting as fluffers for a married couple.

And for every domestic slave, there must be a scores toiling in the fields or dying by inches in the mines.

All that misery had become real to him, and that's why he'd failed the interview.

"Will you stop doing silent brooding!" snapped Tabitha. She shifted stance so her feet were apart. The miniskirt was tight across her narrow hips and parted thighs, revealing a finger's breadth of stocking top.

Hal's penis swelled inside its prison. Stockings! She was wearing stockings!

Tabitha said, "Brooding isn't hot any more!"

Hal's cage tightened further and he realised the absurdity of sulking when he had such a sexy girlfriend. All he had to do was survive five years of chastity, and he could fuck her as much as he wanted...

That sounded insane. He'd be insane.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked.

"Because brooding is just about the only seduction technique I have left."

"Well you only have yourself to blame," said Tabitha. "But I thought I'd take pity on you." She went to her bedside table, rummaged in the top drawer and tossed something onto his sheet-draped lap. "I've 3D printed you something that should help you man up."

Hal sat up contemplated the object.

It rubber mesh jock strap with an integral dildo, all done in a realistic flesh tone and it looked... familiar.

Tabitha giggled. "Remember that time we were wasted and I took porno pics of your dick...?"

"Jesus!" It was an exact replica of his penis before he was caged, including the ruff of his now lost foreskin.

"I call it the Dong Thong. One day it'll be the Dong Thing TM." Tabitha hopped up to sit next to him. "Go on, try it on."

While she watched, Hal got off the bed, stripped out of his sleeping shorts and T-shirt then wriggled into the rubber mesh. It fitted snugly round his hips, and formed a pouch over his caged genitals that just looked like a big scrotum.

"3D printed," she said behind him. "I'm applying for a business grant. I think I could make some real money with these."

Hal hardly heard her. In the wardrobe mirror, he looked just like his old self with an erection, and maybe slightly large balls. The sight set his real --- pierced, circumcised --- penis heaving against its cage.

"You like?" asked Tabitha.

"Wow," said Hal. It was as if the last year of craziness had never happened. He grabbed the shaft...

And felt nothing.

Even so, his captive member gave a wet pulse.

Hal's head swam.

"That was the first step," said Tabitha. "Now you can spank me."

"What?"

His girlfriend was on her hands and knees on the bed, her bare bottom framed by her miniskirt and the tops of her high stockings. Her vulva peeked out of the notch between her closed thighs.

Hal's cage gripped his lost penis like an iron fist. He scrambled onto the bed, grabbed her waist above the miniskirt, probed with the prosthetic penis.

Tabitha squeaked and wriggled. She bent her knees so as to hide the target. "Ah ha." She giggled. "You have to subdue me first."

Hal raised his hand and swatted her across the buttocks, hard.

Tabitha yelped. "More!"

He struck again, felt her wet pussy lips on his palm. His cage meanwhile slacked.

Tabitha purred and her musk rose up to tease his nostrils. "This is more like it! Spank me, Master!"

So he spanked her.

It had seemed such a big thing in the past; laying hands on his petite girlfriend. However, Miss Armstrong had beaten him until he bled, and he'd survived. Nothing could compare to that.

Hal fell into a one-two rhythm, each thwack! made Tabitha yelp and his hand smart but did nothing to harden his caged penis.

Then she was crying, "Red! Red!"

Hal stopped. Her buttocks glowed red with speckles now and his hand was throbbing. "Sorry," he said. "Too hard."

"Just right," breathed Tabitha. "Now. Fuck. Me."

Again he took her waist --- clammy with sweat --- and hooked the head of the dildo between her thighs.

This time she tilted just right and the first few inches of the prosthetic penis slithered inside. His real penis awoke and tried to uncoil in its prison.

Tabitha purred. "Go on. Before I burst!"

He contemplated the familiar view: his shaft poised to bury itself in her pussy. Totally normal.

Except for the fact he couldn't feel anything.

But otherwise this was pretty normal: light kink and sex in doggy position, him naked, her in stockings and whatever. He could do this. He could do the manly thing.

He thrust, felt her hot buttocks against his flesh --- the Dong Thong left a lot more naked skin than the Magic Boxers.

Tabitha whimpered at the contact with her bruised posterior.

Hal withdrew and thrust again.

Tabitha groaned and twitched.

His penis inflated against its bars. Hal fell into another rhythm; in, out, in out... all in time to the folorn throb of his caged penis.

The dildo slurped and squelched in Tabitha's vagina. Juices ran down the shaft, seeped through the rubber mesh and soaked his caged cock and balls. Her rising musk became hotter, more animal. Each thrust pressed the base of the dildo into the cage, reminding his engorged manhood what he was missing.

It was just like serving Mistress, for all that Tabitha was much slighter of build and nothing like the living statue he was used to. She also smelled different --- cleaner, less earthy.

Now Tabitha writhed and whimpered, tossed her head so her pigtails danced, arched her back so he could make out the bones of her spine through the bare skin between crop top and miniskirt.

Finally she let out a long, whimpering cry that sent numb pulses through his captive cock.

Hal withdrew gently and knelt back with the warm wet dildo pressed against his belly. He shuddered. Inside its cage, his penis subsided into a joyless, sticky softness.

Tabitha flopped forward then rolled over like a cat, legs splayed. Her rosy inner lips pouted from her briar-tattooed pussy, her thighs soft above her stocking tops. "All man," she said.

Hal rolled forward.

She opened her arms to embrace him.

Then he was kissing her lips, working his hips. She bucked and writhed under him while his limp penis flopped in its cage as much as the hook through its piercing would allow.

It was easy, realised Hal, to play alpha male when performance wasn't an issue.

Tabitha twisted her mouth free to gasp for breath.

Hal speeded up.

Panting like an athlete, she whimpered and squeaked as he pounded the dildo into her and felt nothing but a numbness in his real cock.

Then, at last, her whimpering became a muffled screech and she reached another orgasm.

The dildo plopped free.

She smoothed her miniskirt and he wriggled down the bed to put his head on her lap. His nostrils picked up the scent of her sex through the fabric. Now his penis hardened in its prison.

Tabitha stroked his hair. "Was that good for you?"

"Yes," he said and his penis heaved in protest.

But if he did this long enough, he could probably learn to be the man she wanted. When the device finally came off, he would be too busy catching up on his lost orgasms to worry about anything else.

Tabitha's phone went.

She leaned over to pick it up. "Oh. I have to take this. Back in a moment."

His girlfriend sprang off the bed, checked her skirt was in place, and padded out of the room into the hall of the shared apartment.

Hal lay back and listened to the muffled chirp of her voice while the lust swept back and forward across his body.

Tabitha's voice grew louder. "No problem. I can make it happen for you. We'll speak later." She bounded back into the room. "Good news, lover boy!"

Hal wanted to hear her say, "They've repealed the CARGO act and you can get your chastity cage removed tomorrow."

She grinned. "I've won an Artemis Scholarship!" Then she gave a little scream and jumped up and down so her miniskirt flapped and flashed him glimpses of her stocking tops and shaved pussy with its briar tattoos.

Hal sat up drunkenly. "Well done!" he said, trying to focus. "But, I thought you were looking for business funding?"

"This is so much better!" said Tabitha. She leapt onto the bed, lifted her skirt and --- pigtails flying --- expertly impaled herself on the dildo. The base of the artificial penis pressed down on Hal's caged genitals.

He shuddered. "I don't..."

"Oh..." Tabitha started rocking, taut tummy undulating, small breasts bobbing in their crop top. She spoke as she rocked.

"It's a brilliant women only twelve-month... residential course..."

The miniskirt closed off the action, but it did not muffle the rhythmic squelch of dildo in wet pussy.

Hal's penis heaved against the pressure.

"...followed by an internship..." she said. "Oh God that's good!"

"What about me?"

"Couple's accommodation for women and cha..." She gasped. "...chastes ...allowance... Oh God!"

Hal tried to focus. This seemed important.

"Oh God!" repeated Tabitha. She closed her eyes, bit her lip then grinned down at him. "That was great."

"Yes," said Hal. He licked his dry lips. "I mean..."

It was hard to think with her orgasmic cries still ringing in his ears and her erect nipples making thimbles of her crop top.

"Do I have to work?" he managed.

"No, loverboy. You get to get your head together and maybe pick a new career."

Hal let his head flop back on the pillow. This was what he needed. "OK."

"The only snag," said Tabitha as she lifted off the dildo, "is that we have to have a CARGO partnership." Her eyes hooded. "One of the new asymmetric ones, I mean."

The freed dildo snapped onto his belly with a wet smack, then rebounded to the eternally erect position. A spasm ran through his caged penis.

"Whatever," he said. "It can't make things worse."

"Good," she said. "Because I managed to get us an appointment before lunch. Get dressed! We're getting hitched."

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