Mister Mike - Chapter 2 – Part 1 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 2 – Part 1 of 2

     An entire week went by and I heard nothing at all about it.  Was I safe?  It would be hard to believe.  I could only hope.  I had seen Chris one evening when I pulled my trash can out to the curb.  He had waved like there was nothing new in the world at all.  So I waved back.  I rarely saw Ashley, even on her days off.  And on the days she worked, she worked twelve hour shifts and didn’t usually get home until late at night.  That week, I had seen her getting into her car once, and she had barely looked at me before she drove off. 

     So was I safe?  I could only pray.

     Another week went by and I was feeling even better about the world.  Not better enough to try that little exercise again!  I had learned that lesson – the hard way!  I had simply been…lucky.

     Friday evening came and I left my desk at the bank with only one thought in mind – going home and playing.  Which meant getting all my sexy things out and putting on whatever I felt would turn me on the most.  That evening it turned out to be two layers of disposable diapers (two, because I loved the feeling of the extra bulk), nude control top pantyhose, a “C” cup bra with some homemade breast forms I had made using pantyhose and birdseed, a short black skirt, my white peasant top with the beautiful colorful stitched design, and a pair of black five-inch T-strap high heels.

      Thank God I didn’t get time to add makeup or heaven forbid – my shoe-locks!  I had just gotten out my meager makeup supply when I heard my doorbell ring.  Just the kind of thing I lived in terror of every time I got dressed up.  For one brief moment I actually considered answering the door just as I was.  Thank God I didn’t!  As fast as I could, I unbuckled my shoes and got them off.  I was working on my skirt when the doorbell rang again.  I finally stepped out of my skirt, pulled my blouse off, and I ripped the inserts out of my bra. 

     The doorbell sounded a third time.  Someone was being awfully insistent!  I threw my socks on to cover my pantyhose and I put my pants on.  Whoever it was started knocking instead.  I slipped a sweatshirt on, praying it would hide the bra that was still underneath.

     Again whoever it was knocked on the door.  “Coming!” I called as I literally ran for the door.  I opened it and found Ashly on my doorstep.  And she appeared to be in a state. “Ashley!”

     “What the hell took you so long,” she yelled, then she broke down crying and pushed her way past me.  I closed the door and went after her.  “Ashley?  What’s wrong?”

     “Dick-head!  That’s what!” she said as she broke down in one of my chairs and started crying.  “The bastard said if I couldn’t do more to help with the expenses, then he wanted me out of there.”

     “He threw you out?”

     “I left!  I don’t want anything more to do with him.  He’s a…dick-head!”

     I quickly realized that her pet name of the day for Chris had to be dick-head.  How had she lasted so long with him?  “What do you mean you left?” I asked.

     “I walked out, and I told him I wasn’t coming back!”

     “You’re not going back?  How about all your things and stuff?”

     She seemed to think about that.  “Oh.  I’ll have to get it all later.  But I’m not going back!”

     Uh-huh.  Drama, drama, drama.  “I’m surprised you two lasted this long together,” I told her.  “I hear you two arguing all the time.”

     “See!” she said.  “Even you agree that I shouldn’t be with him anymore.”

     “So why are you?”

     “Because…and then she broke down again.  “I thought he loved me.” 

     Her crying intensified and I ran and got her a box of tissues.  “So what are you going to do now?” I asked.

     “Move out!” she said as her crying abated somewhat. 

     “Any idea where?”

     “No.  I’ll find someplace.”

     I didn’t want to bring up how expensive moving could be. She was young.  She was going to have to learn these things.  “So what are you going to do tonight?” I asked.

     She looked at me for a moment before answering.  “I don’t know.”  Then her whole expression changed.  “Can I stay here tonight?  Please?”

     “Uh…I don’t know,” I said, already thinking about the things I had just taken off…not to mention the things I was still wearing. 

     “Please…” she pleaded.  “Just for tonight.  Then when I go to work tomorrow I’ll see if one of my friends there can help me.”

     “Uh…”  And then there was another pounding on my front door.  I felt like I had been saved from having to answer her question.  I hurried to the door.  No surprise, Chris was there and he looked pretty damn mad.

     “Is Ashley here?” he asked, all too angrily.

     “Um…yeah.  She’s inside.”

     He started to push past me, but I stopped him.  “No!” I told him.  “You stay out here.  You’ve got her pretty damn upset right now and I’m not going to have one of your screaming matches in my house.”

     “Ashley!  Get out here!” he demanded, yelling over my shoulder.  “Don’t make me come in there after you!”

     “No!” Ashley screamed in the background.  “Go to hell!”

     “Ashley!”

     “Chris!” I said, sticking my arm out as he tried once again to push past me.  “Get hold of yourself.       I’m sure this is all nothing but another tiff between you two that you’ll work out eventually.  But right now she’s really upset and she needs a little bit of time.”

     “She needs time!  She needs to get her ass home!  She’s a lazy good for nothing bitch!  And she doesn’t care one bit for anything but herself and what she wants!”

     I could have pointed out that the same description could be applied all too easily to him.  I didn’t though.  “Just give her time.  Let her sit here a while and calm down.”

     “Bull!” he said as he started to push past me again.  I quickly pushed him back.  “This is my house!” I told him, “and you’re not coming in!  Now get out!”

     “Bullshit!” he exclaimed, clearly more angry than before. 

     This time I was more ready for him and I used two hands to keep him outside when he tried to get in.  “Stay out!” I ordered.  “You’re not coming in!”

     Fortunately, he didn’t try to fight with me any further.  He was bigger and younger than I was.  Stronger too.  It was only the fact that I was older and it was my house that kept him from getting past me.  “Now go home and leave Ashley alone,” I told him.  “Let her calm down.  I’m sure she’ll be back when she’s ready.”

     He glared angrily at me, then left.  I breathed a sigh of relief as I closed the door behind me.  I turned, and Ashley ran up and hugged me.  “Thanks,” she said as she cried into my sweatshirt.

     “No problem,” I replied, even though I was all too aware of the bra my sweatshirt was hiding and was praying that somehow she wouldn’t feel it.  She finally let go of me and turned back to the living room – without mentioning feeling the bra.  Whew! 

     “Can I use your bathroom?” she asked. 

     “Sure,” I said.  “You know where it is.”  She and Chris had been over to the house a number of times for different reasons.  Friendly reasons.  Mostly because they were young and needed help or advice.  As if I knew all the answers.  I really wish I did.  But in truth, I was probably only about ten years or so older than they were, and I considered my life to be anything but normal.  Because of my “hobbies,” I continually lived in fear of them suddenly coming to the door.  Fortunately, more often than not, they called before they came.

     While she was in the bathroom, I ran to my bedroom to hide everything else that was still out.  I just barely got it all thrown into the floor of my closet and closed the door when I heard her come out of the bathroom again.  I walked back to the living room wishing I’d had time to get my damn bra off too.  “Feel better?” I asked.

     She nodded.  “Yeah.  Damn what a bastard.  I hate him!”

     “He seemed a little upset while he was at the door.”

     “He’s always like that,” she told me.  “Or worse!”

     Yeah, I still had to wonder why she hadn’t left him already.  I knew that relationships were a two way street.  Somehow, I had a feeling that she wasn’t exactly a picnic to live with either.

     “So where’s your guest room?” she asked.

     “My guest room?”

     “You said I could stay.  Remember?”

     I remembered not telling her she could stay the night yet, but somehow that decision seemed to have been already made for me.  “Uh…right back this way.”

     I led her up the hallway to the furthest bedroom.  The doorway was directly across from the master bedroom.  The first bedroom on that side, closest to the living room, held my desk and computer.  I had always used it for my office.  The bathroom was next, then my guestroom.  The guestroom had a small twin size bed in it that had never actually been used by anyone.  The room had also become my junk room for whatever I didn’t know what to do with.  Consequently, it was a jumbled mess. 

     “This will be great,” she said as she looked around.

     I started pulling boxes and junk off the bed and piling it elsewhere in the room so she’d be able to sleep. 

     “So, you like high heels and bras?” she said. 

     I nearly dropped the heavy box I had just picked up from the bed.  I set it down and didn’t answer.       “The bed’s already made,” I told her.  “Is there anything else you’re going to need tonight?” I asked, trying to ignore what she had just said.

     “So were you wearing those boots you had on at Arby’s, when I knocked on your door a little while ago?”

     “Um…no,” I replied nervously.  I walked out of the room, hoping to avoid any more questions. 

     “So what were you wearing?” she asked as she followed me back up the hallway.

     “What do you mean?”

     “Well, I know you’re wearing a bra.  I couldn’t miss it under your sweatshirt when I hugged you.  And it took you so long to answer the door that I just figured you were probably wearing other things too.  So what?”

     “So what…what?”

     “So what were you wearing?”

     “Who says I was wearing anything else?”

     “Me!  I felt the bra you’re wearing under that sweatshirt, so what else am I supposed to think?”

     “Look,” I said.  “Just forget it.  Okay?  Make yourself comfortable and watch TV.”  I headed for my bedroom to get away from her…and her questions.  I got to my bedroom and closed the door.  The first thing I had to do was to get rid of the bra and diapers I still had on.