Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 5
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
Hal shuddered.The chaste posh boy’s shoulders slumped. He looked up at her with big soulful eyes.
Kneeling there at her feet by the grey drops of his semen, he looked so much like a sad puppy from one of those animal refuge adverts that... so much that Shona just wanted to kick him.
She could do just that, she realised.
They were both naked, and he was a stranger... a strange man, even. But, his mouth still had a sticky sheen around it from performing cunnilingus, and the tube of his chastity cage was sandwiched between his closed thighs, the little red button at the top like a parody clitoris.
Right now she held all the power.
Shona started to swing back her foot, then stopped. She’d probably hurt her toe.
She laughed.
Where had that urge came from anyway?
But then, she never really liked it when people got their hooks into her. It was bad enough her mother seemed to have direct access to her sense of guilt. Here was this stranger who thought pretty eyes and a hangdog look would get him anything he wanted.
She’d had a very nice orgasm. Her crotch was wet from saliva and juices. She had vaguely planned to make him clean up his ick then send him away so she could sponge off, or maybe run a bath and have a really long soak with a book.
Now?
Now she was aware that he’d been there while she had that very nice orgasm, watched her thrash around, listened to the animal noises she made --- mind blowing, he’d called the experience, as if she were some kind of recreational drug --- and he’d exposed nothing of himself.
She prodded his bare knee with her toe. “Stand up.”
He scrambled away from her as if she were a dangerous animal and got to his feet.
He had a nice body --- slender without being skinny. However, having sex with him would make her feel like a whale being diddled by a horny otter. He really was almost a head shorter than her, and slightly built enough to seem boyish. The chastity cage completed the effect, turning his penis into something small and neat.
Shona reached out and stroked it the red button.
He flinched away and whimpered. The cage reared a little, as if in self-defence.
“Oh sensitive, are we?” She laughed. “How old are you?”
He blinked up at her. “Twenty-eight, m...” He flushed, obviously not sure whether to stay in role.
Shona slapped him. “That’s mistress, to you, boy.”
He gasped and squirmed, half raised his hand to touch his cheek then put it by his side.
He was, Shona realised, delightfully at her mercy. “When I was twenty-eight, I was managing my own team.”
He just looked scared.
It came to her that in the succeeding seven years, she’d only managed one more promotion and yet she was working hard all the time.
Shona made a thing of tilting her head to inspect him.
His feet shifted to press his thighs together. His hands clenched, as if he wanted to cover his shame.
There really was something to be ashamed of. He had truly sprayed. “Jesus! It’s all down your thighs,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “And you’ve messed up my carpet.”
“Sorry, mistress,” he said, like it was a game and he was going to get more kink...
...because let’s face it, he had just had the time of his life. He was probably going to jerk off to this little scene for the next fifty years. She’d thought she was in charge, but really she was just playing out his fantasies like an expensive dominatrix.
What about her fantasies?
Shona frowned. She wasn’t sure she really had them, just what she borrowed from dodgy “Romance” novels. She’d tried bondage with Victor, just once.
What had turned her on?
Well the slap, for one thing.
Slapping --- what was his name? --- Hal had turned her on.
And she still had the bondage gear. As everybody kept reminding her, she wasn’t a small woman, so if the cuffs fitted her it would be bound to fit her victim.
“Back on your knees!”
He obeyed.
She laughed. “If only it was always this simple.”
Feeling his eyes on her, she pulled open the bedside drawer and took out the four expensive padded fetters she’d bought --- a rich dark green leather to match her colour palette.
The chaste boy gasped. “I’ve not... I... need to go.”
Shona’s laugh grew merrier. “Not yet.” She took a step closer. Now she towered over the naked, kneeling man. Normally, looking down on a man would have made her feel uncomfortably aware of her stature. Right now, she felt like an avenging angel. She squared her shoulders. “You’ve been a naughty boy...”
He giggled. “Sorry... sorry... Seriously. That routine was old when Cynthia Payne was a novice!”
Shona glowered down at him until he coloured and looked down at her feet. “OK”, she said. “Here’s the thing. We have what’s called in business, a ‘synergy’. You’re obviously kinky, and I’m feeling really very pissed off with men at the moment. So I will pay you...” She named a nice sum of money. “...if you will be my slave for an hour. And by be my slave, I mean I want to beat the fuck out of you.”
“What?” he said. “I’m not selling my body.”
“You already do,” she said. “You clean my flat at an hourly rate. I’m offering you a day’s wages.”
“What?” he said. “The agency only gives me half that!”
“Well then,” she said. “I’ll double my offer. Cash.”
“You can’t be serious...” he said.
“Look at me,” she said.
He raised his face, met her gaze. His eyes flicked down, lodged on her crotch.
Shona smirked. “I’ll beat you and I’ll do it naked. Double again.”
“Limits...? Safe words...?” He said. “You’re supposed to negotiate...”
“What?” said Shona. “I won’t damage you. That’s as good as you get.” She restated the sum. “Take it or leave it.”
“I...” He squirmed.
Shona fished in her sock drawer and for the fifty pound notes she kept for emergencies. She dropped the lot on the floor by his knees. Some of it landed in the semen. “Money upfront.”
Hal gasped. “I’ve not... I...”
“Put the money in your overalls then put on the fetters,” she ordered.
Unbelievably, he obeyed.
She watched him fuss with the straps. The brass bedstead in the spare room had worked fine with Victor, but once he’d got her spread out he’d just given her a “right good pounding” as he’d put it --- she’d expected something more sensual.
She didn’t want to give her victim a sensual experience, though. So the bed was out. Then she remembered that time she almost got stuck experimenting with self bondage.
“Go to the lounge,” she said, “take down my hanging chair. Carefully.”
He nodded and rose.
“Wait,” she said. “Take your clothes with you. You’re not coming back into my bedroom.”
As he scurried out, he dropped a shoe and had to stoop so his captive genitals swung comically.
Once he’d gone, she dived into the en suite to sponge off. Then she pulled on her favourite comfy cardigan and unearthed her bag of sex toys out of the wardrobe. The unused flogger, however, seemed too puny. She would have to improvise.
I hope the boy is in for a good thrashing.Especially after soiling mistress’s nice carpet.Seems Shona has an axe to grind,and this lad may just have a target on his backside.I’m looking forward to the next chapter.Thanks.