This story contains themes of male submission and chastity. Don't like that...don't read it. Constructive criticism is always welcome. The first six chapters will help this chapter make more sense.
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Apparently She Meant It (pt. 7)
Ten minutes later I was begging to have my nails painted any color Annette wanted. I also was begging her to stop, begging her to believe I was grateful for the reminder I was receiving, and promising to obey promptly and eagerly and command I was given.
I was able to catch my breath enough to do this because Annette had stopped for a moment and was dragging her fingernails across her handiwork. I was incredibly motivated to do this because the paddling I had received so far had my ass and thighs sizzling with heat, and Annette had just announced that I seemed properly "warmed up" and asked Suzy to bring her a coil of rope from the bag of supplies she had brought over.
Taking the rope from Suzy she folded it neatly in half, fed the loop through a ring on my collar and fed the ends through the loop. Pulling them tight she brought the loose ends over the end of the island pulling me forward and down onto the counter top. Knotting the rope just below the level of the counter top she then fed one end around each side of the island and fed them through the rings on my ankle cuffs.
Pulling them tight and tying them off I was left lying on the counter from the waist up with my legs stretched wide and my wrists locked behind me, pulled up to the middle of my back.
"You keep promising to obey," Annette said as she finished, "but I know I told you to keep your legs apart and your feet on the floor." Chuckling when I let out a strangled protest and thrashed futilely against my restraints, she walked into the living room.
Gasping as I felt a hand brush lightly across my very sensitive ass I heard Suzy say, "Once I told Annette about your cock cage she started doing a lot of research, and we started sharing information. You probably won't be surprised to learn that we both think you could be a really wonderful submissive with the proper encouragement."
"You also may not be surprised to learn," Annette chimed in from the other room, "that I found the idea of helping Suzy encourage you to be a very enjoyable way to pay her back for opening my eyes to the possibility that women really could be in charge."
As Suzy's hand drifted and toyed with my freshly paddled ass I twitched and strained to respond. This did a wonderful job of reinforcing just how completely helpless and vulnerable I was.
"One of the pieces of information that keeps being stressed in all of our reading and chat groups is that a slave must be made to understand that the threat of a paddling isn't just another way to tease a naughty slave," Suzy told me. "I think you are about to become a believer."
"Please my Queen," I gasped as she moved around in front of me and bent to look into my eyes, "I will be good."
"But you will be even better if you are properly trained," she answered. "You will be 'encouraged' or conditioned, to behave like an obedient little slut. You claim you want to be my chastity slave, and I intend to treat you like one. I will keep you safe, and you will focus yourself on pleasing me. Your only limits are those I choose for you and your safe word."
Slipping a blindfold over my eyes as I squirmed before her Suzy asked, "Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes my Queen," I managed to say as I struggled to accept that my reality had shifted.
"Excellent," Annette said from behind me, "then remember this as the other option to disobeying orders."
With no idea what she was holding I only knew I was about to be struck and my entire body surged against my restraints. Timing it perfectly Annette lit the first blow as I relaxed back from this effort.
The intensity of the paddle as each stroke added to the next had become almost overwhelming. This was entirely different. A streak of fire laced across my already tender ass drawing a howl of pain from me.
"Would you like a gag Matty?" Annette asked.
Landing a second stroke just as I tried to answer she turned my response into a primal groan. Still sucking in air as the third stroke lit perfectly placed just below the first two I bucked frantically against my restraints with absolutely no effect.
"Oh, oh no, please..." I got out as the feeling of being truly helpless gripped me. Reinforcing just how helpless I was to even move a few inches, Annette lit a fourth and fifth stroke perfectly in place as I struggled.
Unable to catch my breath enough to even cry out, and unable to do anything other than accept my punishment, the next five strokes started at the top of my ass cheeks and laddered their way back down again so the last one lit directly across the crease between my ass and my thighs.
Gasping for air, drooling and crying, I was no longer struggling as a third set of blows retraced the pattern again. Vaguely aware that the beating seemed to have stopped as my mind struggled to deal with the sensations I now felt, I felt a gentle touch caress my cheek before removing my blindfold.
Struggling to lift my head I saw Suzy standing in front of me. She looked nervous and very concerned, but she waited for Annette to join her before speaking.
"I don't like hurting you or seeing you get hurt," she told me, "but if you are going to 'be my chastity slave' I need you to know there is a good reason not to disobey."
"This is a Scottish Tawse," Annette added displaying the tool of my torment. "Properly used it can be quite effective at encouraging good behavior."
Looking from one to the other through a fog of pain I was struggling to get control of my breathing.
"I have made an agreement with Annette. In return for her helping me motivate you to obey, she has permission to use you and discipline you as she wishes," Suzy explained. "I have given her some limits I don't want passed, but she and I will determine what to do if those become an issue."
"From the perspective of a naughty slutty cum eating chastity slave, if she gives you an order you will assume she has the right to give you that order." Waiting for me to try and lift my head to look at her Suzy continued. "Your first option if you choose not to obey either of us is to use your safe word. Your second option has just been demonstrated. While we almost certainly will inflict smaller torments and embarrassments on you exploring the limits of what you are willing to submit to, either your safe word or corporal punishment will be the result of refusing an order."
An involuntary response to the desire to stand made my legs pull hard on the rope attached to my collar frustrating my effort to raise up and look them in the eye. The sense of helplessness that I felt was overwhelming and it seemed as if I was processing everything in a dreamlike state.
My ability to focus was limited to an awareness of the beating I had just received and the knowledge that I would be expected to accept their right to do this to me again in the future. I wanted to make a protest and mount some argument or initiate a discussion, but Suzy's message was simple and clear. I either chose not to be a chastity slave, or I accepted their right to enforce their desires.
I knew I didn't want to be punished more. Not now, and not in the future. I knew I had never been a very good "slave" to Suzy. I constantly tried to drive her to play the role of being in charge, and then tried to drive her to act the way I wanted her to while she was "in charge".
I also was fully aware of how often I pushed encouraged or taunted her in an attempt to get her to truly take charge. Feeling the heat and pain from my ass leap back into focus as I tried to process, I surged against my restraints again.
This is what it feels like, I thought as helplessness swallowed my senses like the dark swallows the night. I can choose to stop or I can choose to submit. Again I tried to arch up seeking reassurance. Simply reinforcing the fact I had only one choice I sobbed in frustration.
"So conflicted and so desperate," Annette said quietly.
"He really is, isn't he?" Suzy responded placing a hand in my hair and gently caressing my scalp. "I was skeptical when we first talked this through, but it certainly seems you were right." Giving my cheek a pat Suzy reached out a hand and took the tawse from Annette. Walking slowly around me she trailed her hand down my back as she went.
"Look at the way he struggles and squirms," she observed. "Just like a naughty helpless slave that knows he is about to be punished." As her fingers trailed across the raw battered flesh of my ass she almost chuckled an "Oh my!" as I lurched violently against my restraints.
"Well you are right," she said dragging fingernails back across the same stretch of flesh. "You have been a very disobedient slave for months, but most recently you have committed two major offenses."
Unable to turn enough to see her standing behind me I couldn't lay still as she gently touched me alternating between her fingertips, fingernails and the tawse. "Please my Queen," I started. Cutting me off with a bare hand slap on my ass, Suzy continued.
"Do you remember your safe word Matty?" she asked.
With a quiet moan I answered, "Yes my Queen."
"Say your safe word for me Matty. I need to hear you say it so I know you haven't forgotten. If you say it a second time, your punishment will be over. You won't be getting a mani-pedi tomorrow. You won't be displaying your cage and well whipped ass at a party tomorrow, and you won't be treated like a naughty horny slutty cum eating chastity slave any more."
