Goody Two-Shoes

Paula tried to get to her feet, but instead decided to stick her head between her knees again for a long moment and breathe deeply. "I...I mean, it's not that I don't like you, I just...I'm sorry, I don't do a lot outside of work. It's nothing against you, I just..." She trailed back off again.

Seeing Chastity come out, Nicole helped Paula to her feet. "It's OK," she said. "Come on, we're taking you home now."

"Oh, thank you," Paula said, looking pathetically grateful.

The car ride passed in frosty silence, made even worse by the fact that coming back from the strip club meant that Nicole was now closer to drop off than Paula was. When they pulled up outside of her apartment, Nicole got out on the driver's side, and tapped on the window to indicate that she wanted to say something. Chastity rolled down the window.

"Take her straight home," Nicole said without prelude, "and make sure she's all right before you leave. Or I will find out on Monday morning, and I will rip your small intestine out and festively decorate my cubicle with it. Okay?"

Chastity looked sulky, but nodded. She rolled up the window and drove away. Nicole watched them leave. That was definitely the worst part, she thought. She wouldn't find out if everything went alright until Monday morning. Nicole hated not knowing what happened next.

*****

But Chastity knew what happened next.

She drove Paula home in awkward silence--a little less chilly now that Nicole was out of the car, but still not fun. Paula just sat there, her eyes all glazed from the liquor, and Chastity was pretty sure she was trying real hard not to hurl all over the inside of Chastity's car.

Chastity was glad it wasn't much further to Paula's place. She pulled into the parking lot of Paula's apartment complex, and went around the car to help Paula out. "Come on," she said. "Let's get you upstairs."

Paula shook her head, her eyes still a little watery. "Oh, you don't have to...I, um, I can make it from here, I'll be fine."

Chastity gave her a little sheepish smile. "You heard Nicole," she said. "I don't want to give that girl any excuse to rip my guts out." She wasn't worried about Nicole, though. They'd make up Monday morning, and by Monday night, they'd be ready to hit the bars again together. Probably wouldn't bring Paula along, though. Poor girl wasn't ready for anything this exciting, not just yet. At least they hadn't taken her on 'Sin Night'. If Paula freaked out that bad at naked guys, she didn't even want to think how she'd feel about S&M-themed outfits.

When they got to Paula's apartment, Paula pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and raced to the bedroom as soon as she got inside without even bothering to close the door all the way. She went into her room, shoving that door mostly closed as well. Bemused, Chastity followed her in. She had, after all, promised to make sure she was all right.

As she approached the bedroom, she heard Paula speaking. "Paula?" Chastity said softly. "You okay in there?"

"...forgive this unworthy slut, Mistress," was all Chastity heard in reply. "i tried to tell them i needed to return home, but i, i couldn't tell them about You, this slut knows that her duty is to keep her Mistress' secrets, please, please, please forgive me..."

Chastity's eyes widened. The fuck? she thought. What was all this shit? Then she heard the other voice.

"It's alright, slut," a woman said, in a sweet, melodious voice. "Mistress understands, Mistress forgives. your duties tonight were not urgent, and you had warned Me that you might be delayed by your car problems. Tell Mistress everything, slut."

"Oh, thank You, Mistress!" Paula said as Chastity crept closer to the door. She didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but this was...this was seriously weird. That was definitely Paula talking, little goody two-shoes Paula calling herself a slut and sounding like she was having the best sex of her life just from saying 'thank you'. Chastity leaned up against the wall and listened.

"And they gave me iced tea, but i think...i think there might have been a little alcohol in it, and then they tried to have a man touch me, but i remembered Your mantras. Women's flesh is the only pleasure, women's touch is the only joy, women's form is the only beauty, this woman's mind is Mistress' toy."

"Very good, slut!" Chastity was really beginning to wonder who the other woman was. Paula had never mentioned being gay. Chastity understood not mentioning the kinky S&M lifestyle, but she was kind of annoyed that Paula must have thought Chastity couldn't handle finding out that she was a lesbian. "Let the mantras continue in the back of your mind, softening it into obedience, and tell me what happened next."

"Yes, Mistress. The man kept trying to touch me, and i felt ill from his closeness and from the drinks and from knowing i was disobeying by not coming straight home as commanded." So that was why she kept freaking out about the time, Chastity realized. "i ran out of the building and begged them to take me home."

"Yes, slut, because you like to beg, don't you?" Chastity was going nuts wondering what the other woman looked like, what she...well, not what she might be wearing or anything, Chastity wasn't gay, but just wondering about her. She tried to ease the door open just a crack so she could see.

"Yes, Mistress," Paula said. Chastity could see her now through the crack. "This slut loves to beg to be controlled, to be conditioned, and i understand that Your conditioning only deepens when i beg and i beg to be conditioned deeper." She'd stripped naked, and was attaching...some sort of weird harness onto her tits. It had these things that looked like big nipple clips, and Paula was adjusting them to make sure they fit right. Paula didn't look bad, Chastity had to admit. Definitely a hottie under the dowdy clothes.

'...the only beauty...'

Whoa. That was weird. Like remembering just a little bit of a song, but you couldn't get that little bit out of your head or remember where it came from. Something about beauty, though. It'd come to her.

"That's right, slut. Tell Mistress what happened next." Chastity still couldn't see the owner of that mesmerizing voice. She held her breath, and risked pushing the door open just a little further.

"Then they took me home, and i made sure to come straight in and worship at Your Altar." Paula was putting on a pair of panties, now, and Chastity could see that they had some sort of weird bulges in them. The way Paula was wriggling around in them, it was pretty clear that the bulges just kind of fit into Paula's holes. Damn. That was actually kind of hot. Definitely the only pleasure.

"And the girls? What happened to them?" That Mistress chick was talking about her and Nicole. Something about the way she sounded when she singled them out for attention made Chastity feel...special, in a weird way. Cherished. It was kind of silly, she was probably really only asking out of idle curiosity, but Chastity felt sure that if she ever met this Mistress, they'd probably get along really well. She pushed the door open a bit more, trying to spot her.

"we dropped Nicole off at her apartment," Paula said, a new tremor of pleasure in her voice now, "and i left Chastity outside the apartment."

"Maybe you should see if she's still out there, slut," 'Mistress' said. "you can introduce Me to her." That sounded really nice to Chastity. Really nice. Chastity's hand drifted down between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans, just thinking about what 'Mistress' must be like and realizing distantly that her own touch felt so much better than the boys she'd dated, that a woman's touch really was the only joy...

When Paula opened the door, it caught Chastity totally by surprise. "Um..." She was uncomfortably aware that her pants were clinging to her thighs and crotch, and that she was looking up at Paula's body (women's form is the only beauty) with just a little trickle of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. "Hi?"

Then Chastity heard that voice from behind her, and her pussy suddenly went from a little damp and slick to soupy and hot. "Hello, my dear," it said. "I'm so glad you could join us. Come in."

When Chastity stepped into the bedroom, she was a little confused. There wasn't actually a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket on the floor in the corner, and a desk on the far wall, but the only other piece of furniture in the room was this big black thing that looked sort of like an entertainment center crossed with an exercise machine. There was a screen on it, and on the screen...

"So you must be chastity!" Mistress' voice said over the speakers, as her image on the screen smiled. "Please, call me Mistress. I'm sorry I can't join you in person, but as I'm sure slut paula will explain, this is the next best thing to being there."

It was weird. The screen was really high quality, but Chastity couldn't quite make out what Mistress looked like. She was unquestionably beautiful, because women's form was the only beauty, but every time Chastity looked at the screen to try to figure out the details of Mistress' appearance, it all just seemed to slide away into this wriggling pattern that felt like it was actually inside her eyeballs.

"Um, hi..." Chastity said, feeling a little confused. "You're, um, Paula's girlfriend?"

"Yes," Mistress said, a wonderful lilt of laughter in her melodic tones, "but I prefer the term 'owner'. We're in a committed relationship. she does anything I ask of her, and i give her pleasure in return. You understand."

"Women's flesh is the only pleasure," Chastity said, nodding. Wait, that really didn't make any...any sense...

"Exactly!" Mistress exclaimed in response, and Chastity's confusion went away a little. Obviously, Mistress had thought it was the right response, and this woman's mind was Mistress' toy. "She's been helping Me out at your company for the last year or so, embezzling funds and doing her part to loot its assets."

Chastity looked over at the other girl in confusion. "paula?" she said. "Little meek quiet paula?"

"Well, of course," Mistress said. "Most good criminals don't draw attention to themselves, and My girl is a good little criminal, a hot little slut who longs to please her sexy Mistress, isn't that right, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," paula said, and Chastity was surprised to find herself biting her tongue to avoid joining in.

"But..." Chastity wondered for a moment if she'd accidentally managed to drink a few rum-and-cokes over the course of the night. She felt light-headed and tingly and her mind felt all...soft... "But what did You bring me in here for?"

"Well, slut paula has mentioned you on occasion, and I have to admit, having possession of someone in Human Resources would be quite useful. Financial assets aren't the only assets I want." Mistress smiled. chastity wasn't quite sure how she knew, because everything seemed so fuzzy now, like her eyes were half-way shut, but she did. "I wasn't about to have slut paula risk detection to get you here, but if you're right outside the bedroom door, well...I consider you a target of opportunity. slut paula? I want her naked now."

paula nodded, and reached around in front of chastity to unbuckle her belt. Some part of chastity tried to tell her that she could stop the other girl, that she could walk out of the room and go down to her car and just leave, but she kept feeling paula's warm flesh against her own, and women's flesh was the only pleasure.

And if she left, she wouldn't hear Mistress' voice anymore, wouldn't see Mistress' face. chastity couldn't bear that. Even the moment where her shirt came up over her head and blocked her view of the screen felt far too long for chastity's tastes.

"Very pretty," Mistress said, and chastity felt a hot thrill gush through her cunt. "slut paula didn't exaggerate your attractiveness."

"Women's form is the only beauty," paula responded, and chastity knew that even though she only vocalized a bit of it, the mantra was still going inside paula's head, never stopping. Just like it was in her head, chastity realized in a rush of bliss.

"It's a good thing I had you put on the outfit, eh, slut?" Mistress said. chastity heard a tiny buzzing noise from paula's bra and panties, and saw paula arch her back in pleasure.

"Yes, Mistress!" paula said. "Although i always long to worship at Your Altar, i understand that sometimes i must perform slaveduties around the household, and that the cyber-dildonic outfit allows You direct control of my pleasure wherever i am in the apartment." she sounded like she was reciting more mantras, repeating deeply held conditioning, and that got chastity so hot. she wished she could be deeply conditioned like paula. Maybe if she begged Mistress...

"I think it's time to really get into chastity's head now," Mistress said. "Bring her over to the Altar, slut."

paula took chastity by the hand and led her, unresisting and docile, towards the entertainment center/exercise machine/thing. she sat chastity down in the chair in the center of it all. It was perfectly contoured, hugging her body where she sat in an almost obscene fashion. "This is the Altar," paula said. "This is where you will worship Her."

"i..." chastity wasn't quite sure what was going on. Something seemed strange about the whole thing. A few minutes ago, she'd been thinking how weird all this was, and now it all just seemed so...so natural. So right. So perfect.

They'd done something to her, she realized. That voice had done something to her mind. The image on the screen made her pliant and horny and suggestible. she had to fight it, had to--she suddenly realized that while she'd been trying to figure out what was going on, paula had strapped her tightly into the chair, and was busily attaching clips and devices and meters and electrodes and little buzzing things to just about every part of her body.

"Soon, you will learn how to do this yourself," paula said. "It's easier without the straps. i'm only putting those on you because it's your first time. you won't fight Mistress ever again after this."

"i..." chastity realized that she'd never even finished the first sentence that she'd started, and she tried to remember what she was going to say this time, but just then, Mistress activated the Altar, and everything went away.

The screen became a thousand times more compelling, the image of Mistress fascinating beyond measure. chastity was aware that this was no longer 'live', but she understood perfectly. Mistress was programming her now, and she wanted that so much. Mistress would return to instruct her after the program completed.

chastity just felt her will melt away as Mistress spoke. Every instruction was accompanied by a buzz of pleasure, a tingle of sensation. Devices stimulated her breasts, tickled her toes and the soles of her feet, and the chair itself stroked her back and vibrated against her clit and her ass and just immersed her in a warm, wet world of pleasure as Mistress conditioned her so deeply, so perfectly. Sometimes, she was required to speak, and she did so easily and effortlessly when prompted.

From time to time, she felt slut paula come up to her and pour water into her mouth, but chastity had no idea how far apart the intervals were. Time had lost all meaning in the haze of obedience. Occasionally, her bladder would fill to bursting, then release, but the Altar was designed to get rid of her bodily wastes as well. She could stay in it for as long as Mistress wanted, feeling nothing but pleasure, letting all her programming sink in as she came and came and came...

Finally, after a timeless time, Mistress let her awaken. "Do you understand, slut?" Mistress said, now 'live' once more. "Do you understand everything Mistress requires of you?"

"Oh, yes," chastity said, "Yes, Mistress. Thank You for letting this unworthy slut serve You."

"Good girl," Mistress said. "Time for you to get home and get to sleep. you've got a busy day at work tomorrow, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," chastity responded, and the words felt perfect in her mouth.

*****

"You're staying home tonight?" Nicole said in stunned amazement. "You? Chastity? Miss 'One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor'?"

Chastity shrugged. "I've got some home electronics being delivered, and I don't want to miss it. Besides, I think I might have been hitting the parties a little bit too hard this weekend. Might be time to live the quiet life for a while."

That certainly explained why Nicole couldn't get a hold of Chastity on Saturday or Sunday night. "Well, I'll admit I never thought I'd see the day," she said. "But it's OK. I'm sure I can find something to do."

"Actually," Chastity said, "I was hoping you could come over and help give the new entertainment center a workout." She gave Nicole her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please? It'll be fun, I promise."

Nicole rolled her eyes, but she knew she'd be giving in. Chastity just always seemed to have a way of getting Nicole to go along with her. At least this sounded nice and sedate. A quiet night at home, Nicole said, quieting the misgivings that came from a lifetime of finding out the hard way just how rarely Chastity's 'plans' went together with the words 'quiet night'. After all, what could go wrong?

THE END