Becoming Chastity Ch. 02

I could still hear the paddle softly striking his palm as he disappeared behind me. I couldn't see him very well the way he had me restrained. A moment later I felt him begin to rub me. He slowly caressed my bottom for a moment before lifting my skirt up. He then grabbed my panties and pulled them down to fully expose me. My backside was now at the full mercy of this man with no padding or protection.

"Now I want you to count the strikes for me." He said. "I believe ten strikes with this should go a long way in teaching you to behave and obey."

Did he just say he was going to hit me with that thing ten times? I felt him once more rub my bare bottom before I felt the extreme bite of the paddle. Pain engulfed me as I yelled and moaned into my gag. I pulled at my cuffs again with no luck. I was stuck like this to take whatever punishment this man wanted to deal to me. I heard him clear his throat in that way someone does when they want your attention.

"That would be number one, bitch." He said batting the paddle on his palm again. I said nothing; I just kept trying with no luck at my restraints. "Fine then, I guess I'll just keep slamming my paddle here across that little ass of yours until you decide you want to count them off."

I couldn't believe this guy was doing this to me. He had moved to where I could just see him out of the corner of my eye. I saw him raise the paddle again for another blow. Before he swung the paddle for another blow I yelled, "One!" I'm not sure anyone else would be able to understand my muffled words, but he did. He then proceeded like he said. Nine more blows to my bottom, with each one counted off by me. My bottom throbbed with pain and was yet numb. He again softly touched me. This time even the soft touch made me twinge. He lay across me from behind, putting his mouth close to my ear.

"Now then, if you can learn to behave, maybe we won't have to do this anymore." With that he rose from the table and walked back over to the cabinet. I watched him with tears still streaming down my face. He returned the paddle and shut the door. Lighting up another cigarette, he grabbed the chair again and put it in front of the table. We held eye contact for a few moments. He just smiled while he smoked his cigarette, and I just laid there and sobbed.

"Now, I'm sure you must have some questions. Probably something like; why am I here? Why are you doing this to me? Why am I dressed like a complete slut?. All of these will be answered, but not right now." He said taking another drag of his cigarette. "All you have to know right now is that I'm your master. You'll do what I want, when I want you to. Either you will learn to obey me or you will be punished. I believe you've found that out tonight." He got up from his chair and began to move around behind me again. I followed his movement as far as my eyes would allow. He was checking out the damage he'd inflicted on me. He touched my tender backside causing me to tense up.

"Looks like I fucked you up pretty good. There are welts from the air holes all over your ass." He said giving it a pinch. I again groaned and moaned into the gag. I then felt some pressure on my hole. "I was thinking of having this little pussy of yours broken in tonight, but I think I'll wait for your formal training to begin." He then pulled my panties back over my sore ass and lowered the skirt back down. I then heard the sound of keys jingling. He moved back around to the side of me.

"Now then, if you learn to obey me and behave, there's no reason to keep you locked up. You might even earn a few liberties provided you can prove to me what a good sissy slave you can be."

He wanted me to be his good sissy slave? I still couldn't figure out why this asshole was doing all of this to me. At this point, I really didn't care. I was angry as hell at all of them for doing this to me. As soon as I got out of here, the police station would be the first stop. All three of them would soon be locked up for this shit they've done to me tonight. Marshall interrupted my train of thought by holding a key out for me to see.

"Now, I'm going to unlock and remove your gag. It would be in your best interest to remain silent until I've asked you something. Is that clear?" I wanted to scream and curse this man, but at the same time I wanted the gag off badly. My jaw was so sore from it being in my mouth for so long. I shake my head yes and mumble into the gag. He gives a sly smile and proceeds to remove the gag. I remained silent once it was removed. I began to work my jaw bone though, trying to get the soreness out of it.

"Now I'm going to give you two options." He said walking over to the wall. "If you think you can do what you're told, I'll allow you to shower and go home for the night. However if you think you'll be a naughty little bitch, I've got a nice little cage that I'll lock your ass in for the night." He walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. Light flooded the front portion of the room. I saw a door, which I assume was the one he used earlier, in one corner of the room. In the right was what I took to be the cage he was referring to. It was a tiny cage; something like you'd keep a dog in. I would have to curl up to get into it and stay that way until I was released. There is no way in hell I wanted to get locked up in that. Marshall came back over to me with a grin on his face.

"If you want to go home for the night, you just have one simple task." He moved over and placed his palm on top of my head. "All you have to do is tell me you'll be a good girl, it's that simple. You just have to make me believe it." He stood staring at me, waiting to see what I was going to say. Was he really serious? He really thought that because he got me all dolled up like this that I'd accept it. And that I would to be a 'good girl' for him. He was out of his fucking mind. I just lay there, craning my neck up to look at him. He asked me again with a stern voice which one was I going to pick. I finally responded.

"Marshall, please just let me get out of here. I swear to you that I'll forget about all that has happened tonight and not tell a soul." I pleaded with him. He was not amused, or even close to talking my offer.

"Listen you little bitch, that 'Marshall' shit for you is over. From here on out, you will refer to me as Master. Next, if you have any desire to go home tonight, the next words out of your mouth better be the words I want to hear." The way he said it told me he was done fooling around. He wanted an answer right away. I couldn't believe I was going to give in, but if it was the only way to get out of here. I gave a sigh and replied to him.

"I swear I'll be good." I didn't put much effort into it at all. I made it down and to the point. Of course it didn't reach Marshall's expectations. He stepped behind me briefly and planted a hard smack on my sore bottom with his palm. I yelped at the sting brought on by the pop.

"You've got one more chance. You better find your best sissy voice and the most sincerity you can find." There was no getting around this. He was bound and determined to emasculate me at all costs. I knew I had no desire to be locked in that cage for the night, or ever for that matter. I finally caved and with a deep sigh gave him exactly what he asked for.

"Please allow me to go home master. I promise to be a good girl for you." I said as much like a girl as I could.

A great big smile spread across his face. I had convinced and pleased my new master, I mean this bastard. It didn't matter though, it was just a front. It was a means to survive. As soon as I was clear of this place, the first thing I was going to do was get the police to haul these people away. He moved back behind me. I really thought that I was about to be violated again, but then I felt him unfastening my ankle cuffs. The bar was removed and I was able to put my feet together again. He then stood up and released my hands from the cable. As soon as it was removed, I bolted upright. He gave me a look that froze me in my tracks. He told me to turn around and face the back wall. I had no idea what he was doing, but obeyed him. I felt him releasing the lock that held my collar on. He then told me what he wanted me to do.

I was to go into the bathroom that was next to us. I was to strip down and remove all the clothing Alicia had dressed me in. He told me there was a chute on the wall and to drop everything down it. There was a shower with soaps, shampoos, and wash rags. Once I was done, I would come out and he would have my clothes on the table ready for me. I quickly stepped away from him and into the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, I wasted no time in ripping the evil heels off my feet. It felt great to be standing again with my feet flat on the floor. I then pulled the stockings, panties, and garter off and sent them down the chute. I tore the dress off and the bra off and dumped them down as well. I tried to rip the wig off, but the girl had done an excellent job at securing it. I walked to the mirror and I had to remove most of the pins holding it in place. Once loose enough, I was able to pull it all the way off and it too was sent down the chute. I was now rid of everything except the cage encasing my cock. The bastard hadn't been nice enough to remove the lock from that. I then turned the shower on and stepped inside.

The warm water was soothing, especially on my sore bottom. I twisted around to see the redness of it, along with the white welts. I grabbed the wash rag hanging from the wall and lathered it up. I must say it felt very strange to be scrubbing my hairless body. I was also uneasy because I was still stuck in this underground hell. Taking a rag, I began the process of trying to remove all this junk that was plastered on my face. I was able to remove most of it in the shower. To make sure I got it all, I did the rest in the mirror. Even though I was now scrubbed down, I could still smell the lotion and perfume on me.

After I would say twenty minutes, I was clean again with the make-up removed from my face. I looked almost like myself again. I began feeling a little bit better too. Thinking that very soon these people would be getting locked up for what they have done to me. I finished drying off and then dropped the towel down the chute. After I dropped the towel, I wondered why I hadn't used it to cover myself up before I went back into that room. Then again, I couldn't possibly be more humiliated by what had already happened to me. I walked out of the bathroom and scanned the room. Both the table and chair had been moved and Marshall was nowhere to be seen. I figured the less I saw of him, the better. I walked over to the other table where he told me my clothes would be waiting. I paused when I saw something unexpected. I had thought that I would find my slacks and shoes. Maybe even a new shirt since Harley ruined my other one. Instead what I found in front of me was a sole pair of panties. I walked slowly over to them and picked them up. They were light blue with white lace for the trim. While I was studying them, Marshall came up behind me.

"Why aren't you getting dressed?" he demanded. He startled me and I jumped a bit, dropping the panties back onto the table. I spun around to face him. He had apparently come through another door at the back of the room. I wondered how big this underground hell really was. I didn't know what to say to his question. He demanded again why I was just standing there and not putting on my clothes.

"This is what I'm supposed to wear out of here? Where are my other clothes? Why can't I wear my clothes home?" I asked him. He crossed the room to come closer to me.

"I don't answer your questions. I told you your clothes would be waiting on this table when you got out of the shower. Now get dressed." he ordered.

His tone told me he was not to be played with. I turned around and picked the panties back up. I put my left foot in, then my right foot before pulling them up. I now stood before him, not completely naked, but almost just as so. A smile crossed his face and he stared at me. He clearly got off on my obedience to his demands.

"Now, since you're dressed, I will allow you to go home now." I saw him pull something out of his pocket. He held it out to me and I took it. The item was my car key, also my ticket out of this place. "You are to go straight home. You are not to stop for anything. Once your home, you are to stay there until I say otherwise. No trips to the market, gas station, or anything. Is that in anyway unclear?" His orders were very thorough and thought out. I had a no doubt that another punishment would come from it if I disobeyed. I once again made my voice high and girly to answer him.

"Yes sir." I said starring at the floor. I felt so defeated, but once I got out of here things would get better.

He then pointed towards the door at the front of the room. He told me to go down the hall and up the stairs. At the top I would find a door that would lead me out to the parking lot. I didn't hesitate. I walked around him and toward the hallway. As I walked by him, he gave me a little pop on my bottom and told me he'd be seeing me later. I jumped a bit, but hurried out the door. Once I was out of his view, I took off. My bare feet were slamming into the hard concrete floor below me. Once down the hallway, I came to the flight of stairs. I took them two at a time, making my way back up from underground. The stairs were pretty lengthy, but I finally came to the top. At first I saw no other place to go. There was a wall on my right side and in front of me. Then I noticed a large black door to my left. I pressed the latch and pushed my way outside.

The night air was so refreshing, as opposed to the stuffy dungeon I was in. Once out the door, I realized I was at the back side of the bar. Way across the field sat my car where I had parked it. I tried to run across the field, but rocks would jam into my bare feet. As carefully as I could, i navigated the lot until coming up to my car. I quickly got in and locked the door once inside. Just being in something familiar as my car made me feel tons better. I felt like I had reclaimed something. I started the key and tore out of the parking lot. The time told me that it was a quarter past eleven at night. I had been down there for over five hours. I promised myself that would be the last time I'd see that place, or those people. Maybe except at their trial. That man might think he owns me and can do whatever he wants to with me. I was not going to let him do it though. I was still the one in control and the only boss of me.

My first stop wanted to be the police station, then I glanced down and realized what I was wearing. It felt so good getting away from there that I'd almost forgotten. I decided that considering all I was wearing was a pair of panties; I'd go home and get some normal clothes on. Also, since Marshall had not returned my phone to me, I'd have to go down the station. No matter though, they might need me to identify the perpetrators anyways. The thought of the three of them being put into a police wagon and hauled away put a grin on my face. It wouldn't be too much longer now.

Just as I was about to pull up my driveway, I realized I had a problem. He had given me back my car key, but he had not given me my house key. How the hell would I get back in? I lived in a fairly private house, but that didn't mean it was invisible. I know it was late, but what if someone was out late. Like they couldn't sleep so they went for a night stroll around the block. What if I had to break a window to get back in? How would it look with a guy wearing panties crawling through a busted out window?

However, I didn't get to finish that thought as I pulled up to see my living room window illuminated with light. One of my lamps had been switched on. I know I didn't leave any lights on. I pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. Before I got out, I quickly scanned the area. I didn't see anyone else around; after all it was close to midnight. I got out of the car and very quietly shut the door. I began walking for my front door trying to be careful of sharp objects on the ground. I could see that the front door was cracked. Someone had been in my house, or was in the house. I cautiously opened the door and stepped into my living room. For the most part, everything looked the way I had left it. Down the hall I had two guest rooms on the right side of the house. There was a hall bathroom on the left with my room at the end. I checked them one by one finding nothing disturbed. I headed back into the living room and then into the kitchen. Everything there also looked in place, except for one thing. There was a piece of paper on the table that I hadn't left. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was a note from Marshall.

Dear Chastity,

I allowed Haley access to the house. After all what's yours is now mine. He

was following my orders in procuring a few items and to take care of a

few things. Now I want you to get some sleep and be a good girl. Remember,

you promised. I will be by in the morning. I have much to go over with you.

Master.

I couldn't believe it, that bastard had his goon break into my house. The little bit of security I'd regained went away quickly. And what was that part about 'procuring' something? I hadn't seen anything missing yet. However, I suppose that didn't mean something wasn't. I couldn't believe the lengths he was going to. I crumpled the note up and tossed it in the garbage. It was time to get some clothes on and get to the police station. It was only a few miles down the road. Wouldn't take me long to get there. I looked down at the panties I was still wearing. I didn't know why I'd left them on this long. I quickly pulled them off and proceeded to tear them apart at the seams out of anger. They too went into the trash next to the note. I was now completely nude again, well almost. I would have to find a way to get this contraption off my crotch, but for now I'd settle to see justice served.

I headed down the hall to my bedroom. I got a pair of boxers, pants, and a shirt on. I then put a pair of socks on along with my sneakers. It felt simply amazing to just be wearing my own clothes. I still smelled a little girly, but I didn't care. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved my key from the table. I of course didn't have a house key to lock my home back up, but I figured I would have to change the locks out anyways. After getting my key, I headed out the door for the car. I was glad to be wearing shoes where I didn't have to worry about rocks and such jabbing the bottoms of my feet. It was also nice the shoes didn't have a heel on them. When I reached the car, I unlocked the door and slid into the driver seat. I would soon be able to put this whole ordeal behind me. I slid the key into the ignition and turned to start the motor. Nothing happened. The motor, the car, everything was silent. I tried again and again with the same result. I check the shifter, and i banged the dash, but I had no luck with any of that. What the hell was going on? As I was trying to figure out what to do next, my door flung open.

"I believe boss told ya to stay put." It was Harley. He reached his hand in and dragged me out of my seat. Had he sabotaged my car? That had to be what happened. I was picked up off the ground and once again swung over his shoulder. This time, I wasn't paralyzed though. I began to pound my fists into his back. That was like throwing pebbles at a brick wall, you'd never break it down that way. I began to yell for him to let me go. All this made him do was twist me around where he could put his giant hand over my mouth. His hand was so big, it engulfed my entire face. Once back inside, he tossed me on the couch and then he shut and locked the door behind him.