Friday, May 31, 2019
Friday, May 24, 2019
By Karen Singer
Chapter 2 – Part 1 of 3
Friday morning, Mercy sat on her wide covered front porch and stared out at the house across the street. The “Sold” sign on it had her intrigued. Who was moving in? And more importantly, did they know anything about her? She knew she was the entire reason why the house had been on the market for so long.
She tore her eyes away from the house and concentrated on the needlework in her hands instead. Her sewing was the one single most feminine thing in her life. Perhaps the only feminine thing. Everything else she did was things that were usually considered more masculine than feminine. But as strange and incongruous as her sewing was, it was something that she liked doing. So she did it. And she didn’t care one bit about what anyone else thought about anything at all to do with her. Her life, was her life!
She thought again about the little twerp from last night. He had been so young. So stupid. But she could work with that. The strange relationships she had with men were really quite varied – to a point. She rarely had real intercourse with any of them. Very rarely. And the few times she did, it was always under very special circumstances. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t get them to fulfil a lot of other sexual needs for her. And if it was one thing she loved to do, it was taking a man down a peg or two…or three or four!
She pulled the thread through the material. The picture was becoming more recognizable now. It wasn’t exactly a pretty picture, but it meant a lot to her. If it turned out good enough, she’d frame it and hang it on one of her walls. She chuckled to herself. What other woman in the world would create a picture of a man hanging by his balls and then frame and hang it?
She glanced out at her yard. The grass was going to need cutting again this weekend – of course. Darn it! She hated cutting her own grass. She hated doing any of the chores around her house. She worked maintenance, fixing machines in the factory, but that job also entailed doing a lot of other things besides that. Once she got home, she had no desire at all to take care of her own damn house! That’s why she did what she did. That’s why she collected gardeners, and maids, and others to do all that work for her.
She usually kept three or four men to help her out around the house. In the past year, that number had dwindled down to two really good ones. But now both of them were gone as well. They were all gone. Moved on to other things. She really needed to find some new help…and fast. And that little twerp was going to be one of them. He just didn’t know it yet. Was he strong enough to push a lawn mower? He’d better be! If not, she had a lot of laundry that needed doing as well. Not to mention a number of other chores inside.
Her cell phone rang and she set her sewing down. She answered the phone, already noticing who was calling. “Hello?”
“Hi Rosie,” Mercy replied happily.
“Are you still coming Sunday?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, and you know that!”
Rosie laughed. “I figured you would. See you then.”
“See you,” Mercy replied.
One of her friends. One of her very best friends. Rosie. Rosie and Vicky were like sisters to her. They all did “similar” things with men. Just not like she herself did. But they all loved to get together a few times a month and talk about it. Even her.
She went back to her sewing…and wondering who was going to be moving in across the street.
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It was Friday evening. While she was eating her dinner, Mercy opened her laptop and went to that same domination chat room where she had first “met” the little twerp. This time she was more direct than usual. MH3516. Answer me!
She ate her dinner while she watched the chat messages between others slowly scrolling down her page. And then there it was. Cruel1215. I thought you didn’t want to see me again.
She smiled and started typing, her dinner temporarily forgotten. A minute later, they were again sending messages back and forth in a more private room.
I’ve decided to give you another chance, you little twerp, Mercy typed. But this time I expect you to get it right! Are you still interested?
It was almost a full minute before Mercy saw the response. Yes.
She smiled. Tomorrow morning! Burger King. 9 AM. Be there! I want you to wear a different pair of panties – and they better be pink and frilly! I want you wearing a bigger bow in your hair, and you better have it in your hair before you arrive this time. Stand outside the door for fifteen minutes and hold the door open for everyone who comes in or goes out of the Burger King. If they ask why you’re wearing a bow, you must tell them it’s because you’re a big sissy! And I will be asking several people about it so I can verify you’re doing it right! At 9:15 go inside. Find me at one of the tables. You know what I look like now.
Again it was almost a full minute before she saw a reply. I’ll be there.
Her smile broadened. She had no doubt the little twerp was nervous, probably having a lot of second thoughts. Well, he should! He didn’t know it yet, but she was about to give him the education of his life!
She picked up her cell phone and called her sister. “Hi Donna.”
“Mercy,” Donna replied happily.
“I’m seeing the little twerp again tomorrow morning. I just wanted to warn you. I’m stepping things up a bit with him.”
“Okay. This should be interesting. What time?”
“About nine. Oh, and will Meghan and Lisa be working tomorrow morning?”
“I’d like them to do something for me with him.”
“I’ll think about it,” Donna replied, not happy about the request.
“Good enough. See you in the morning.”
With the arrangements made, she finished her dinner, then grabbed her sewing and went out to her front porch again to enjoy the air. She was quick to notice the car parked in the driveway across the street and the lights turned on in the house. She sat there and watched for a while, then she saw a man come out the side door and get into his car and leave. Okay. So that had to be one of the new neighbors. She had no doubt that tomorrow she’d see more of him, and probably his whole family.
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Michael’s head was in total turmoil. She wanted to see him again. She had been nothing like any of the dom women he had seen anywhere on the internet. But still, she had made him do…impossible things! Darn, but it had kept him turned on – all night, and all day today. He knew what he was doing might be dangerous, but…he was still so stimulated by it.
But now he had to go out and buy a second pair of panties. Frilly…and pink! And, he needed an ever bigger bow for his hair. His hand reached down inside his pants and he began massaging himself. A minute later, he gave up and headed for his bedroom where he began humping his bed…only to stop himself before he got very far. If he needed another pair of panties and another hair bow by tomorrow morning, then he needed to go out now to get them. He well remembered that time when he had quickly bought the pair of panties he had now. He had been so embarrassed and frightened. Now he had to do it again…and get a hair bow too. How was he going to do it? But the excitement….
He headed out for Walmart again, the same place he had scored the panties he already had. Once there, he grabbed one of their big shopping carts to push around the store. He needed other things. No, he really didn’t. What he needed were other things to buy, that he could hide the panties and the hair bow among. He headed for the grocery section. If he had to buy other stuff, it might as well be things he really could use.
Fifteen minutes later, his cart containing more than a few groceries, he pushed it through the women’s department as if he was just cutting through on his way to somewhere else. He knew where the aisle of panties was, and he went right through that section, his head turning and constantly scanning the rows of panties, while trying to make it look like he wasn’t looking at them at all. There. That pair? Or maybe the pair down lower? He got through the entire section, then went looking for the women’s hair things. He finally found them near the makeup department – unfortunately. He had no choice but to stand there and look at them all. Was anyone else watching him? There was, but what could he do about it? Nothing. He quickly picked out a bow that was pink and white and a bit puffy. He threw it into his cart and hid it among his other groceries.
He cut back through the women’s section again, going right through the panty department. As he passed, he quickly stopped and grabbed one of the pink pairs that had been hanging up on display. The pink panties got quickly hid among his groceries. Three minutes later, he went through the self-serve checkout where he wouldn’t have to deal with a live cashier. Five minutes after that, he was driving home. He had done it. He had gotten himself another pair of panties and another bow for his hair. He just hoped that Cruel1215 would approve of them this time.
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“That’s all they have to do?” Donna asked Saturday morning still not happy with her sister’s request.
“That’s it. Nothing else,” Mercy replied.
Donna stared at her for a moment, then gave in. “Okay. I’ll tell them.”
“Thanks Donna. I appreciate it.
Mercy took her large cup over to the soda machine and filled it with Coke. Then she went and found an empty table where she could watch the parking lot and the front door. She checked her watch. Five minutes to nine. Two minutes later, she saw his car pulling into the parking lot. Now that she knew what he looked like, and his car, she watched him closely. Yes, there was no doubt. Even still inside the car, she could see the bow in his hair. A better bow than last time, but still not that big. Good enough though. She saw him sitting in the car, checking out who he could see inside, and their eyes locked. She smiled cruelly at him. She purposely checked her watch in a way so that he could see.
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Michael was scared. He could clearly see her sitting inside watching him. He saw her check her watch and got the point. Like it or not, he got out of his car. He could literally feel the bow clipped into his hair. There was no way anyone could miss it. Embarrassed as hell, he stood next to the door. He saw a few people coming out, he opened the door for them and held it. They both looked at him…and mostly at the bow in his hair. The woman chuckled. They both went on their way and he let the door close.
God that was embarrassing! And being so short, most people couldn’t miss the big bow in his hair. There was literally no way to hide it! He saw four people approaching the door from their car, he opened the door and held it for them. Every last one of them noticed the big bow in his hair. Fortunately, none of them said anything.
The place was busy! Very, very busy. But then, he knew that it always was on Saturday morning. She had purposely made him come out here at the busiest time possible, just to humiliate him. So many people were seeing him. So many people would know about him.
He held the door for a group of teenage girls dressed in cheerleader uniforms. They all made too much of a fuss over him as they stopped and laughed.
“Why are you wearing a bow in your hair?” one of them asked as she laughed at him.
Was this one of the ones that Cruel1215 had said she would be checking with? He had no way of knowing. “Because I’m a sissy,” he replied, far more embarrassed than he had been before. The girls all laughed and went into the store. He wanted to scream! He checked his watch again, and there was still ten more minutes to go.
He saw another teenage girl approaching him, walking in from the back of the parking lot. She stopped in front of him while he held the door open for her. He could see the total amusement on her face. “Why are you wearing a bow in your hair?” she asked.
“Because, I’m a sissy,” he replied again.
She laughed harder. “You can say that again.” She went inside laughing.
Was that someone that Cruel1215 was going to check with? He was guessing that she was.
People came out. People went in. He held the door open for all of them. Some laughed outright, some just chuckled. All of them seemed amused by him. Another of the teenage girls who worked there came out. This one was a little older than the last one had been. Instead of moving past, she stopped in front of him. “My Mom wants to know why you’re standing here holding the door for everyone. And why are you doing it with a bow in your hair?”
“She owns the place!”
“Oh. Um…because…” He knew what he was supposed to say. He had already said it a few times already. But this time, it was the store’s owner that seemed to be upset with him. “Um…because…I’m a sissy,” he told her.
She stood there and shook her head. “Well, I can see that much! That part is obvious! So why are you doing it? Just because you want to?”
“Um…” Should he tell her? “Um…because I was told to do it.”
She nodded. “Figures! My Mom says to go inside now and see my Aunt. Stop messing with the customers!”
His eyes bulged. “Your aunt?”
“Get in there sissy!”
He heard her chuckling as she hurried through the door he had been holding open. He couldn’t miss the amused smile on Cruel1215’s face as he approached her table and sat across from her.
“Did you enjoy that twerp?” Mercy asked.
“Don’t lie! Did you find it humiliating?”
“Um…very!” had admitted sheepishly.
“Good! Did it turn you on?”
It wasn’t until now that he even thought about it. And he realized, he was turned on by it. Very! “Uh…yeah,” he admitted, embarrassed by it.
“Good!” Mercy said again. “So tell me twerp, what do you do for a living?”
“Uh…I work on computers.”
“Computers? Doing what?”
“Oh. So when they break, they bring them to you, and you repair them.”
“Yeah. Well, to the store. I work in the back and just fix them.”
She nodded. “Good for you! I approve of someone who can fix things.”
He smiled. She was different today. Commanding, but different.
“Do you live with anyone? Your mother perhaps?”
“Uh…no. I have my own apartment.”
“So you live alone?”
“And I’m guessing they give you Saturdays and Sundays off?”
“Most of the time. “Sometimes they have me go in on Saturday if there’s an emergency of some kind, but that doesn’t happen very often.”
She nodded. “You’re lucky to have that kind of job,” she told him.
He smiled happily.
“So!” she said. “You want someone to push your buttons. What made you decide to actually try to contact someone like me?”
“I’ve been looking at all that stuff on the web for so long and…I dream about it constantly. There are so many things I see that just drive me crazy!”
“So you decided to try to see and experience some of it for yourself.”
He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll play with you. We’ll see how it works out.”
He felt elated, but at the same time, he was worried about something else. “Um…on the internet, you never mentioned how much you charge.”
She chuckled. “I’m so glad you bothered to ask. Most doms, and I do know a few, put their rates right up front, and they expect their money before they do anything else. I work…differently. I don’t charge anything at all. Not money anyway.”
He was confused. “You don’t?”
“Nope! Believe it or not. If I do this with you, then I expect something back from you in return, but not money.”
“Right now, I need someone to cut my grass. You come to my house, and cut my grass for me, and I have all the fun I want making you totally miserable. How does that sound?”
“That’s all I have to do? Cut your grass for you?”
“This time. It could be something else next time.”
He thought about that. “It sounds…too good to be true.”
“That would depend on your point of view. When I said I have all the fun I want making you miserable, you won’t have any say at all about it.”
What she just said made his cock lurch in his pants. “Um…” He took a chance. “Okay.”
She smiled. “Do you have any other plans for today?”
“Perfect. Shall we start?”
“Um…okay,” he agreed nervously.
“Good. Now, you were told to wear frilly pink panties today. Are you?”
“Did you have to go out and buy them last night?”
“Did you enjoy doing it?”
“I was scared shitless.”
She smiled. “So you enjoyed it. Good. Go to the men’s room and bring them back for me to see again.”
He sat there, wide eyed.
“Go!” she ordered. “This is it! We’re doing it! Your very soul belongs to me now!” She laughed as he jumped up and hurried away. His soul didn’t quite belong to her yet, but it soon would.
He was back a few minutes later. Once he was seated, he again extracted a pair of panties from his pocket. She held them up to examine them. Pink…and the front was covered in lace. “Good enough,” she said. “Wait here.”
Michael watched as she grabbed her cup and his panties and took them to the ladies room. She came back a few minutes later. He was afraid of what the cup might contain. When she stuck her straw in the cup and passed it over to him, he had no doubt at all. Not being told this time, he took a sip. Ugh! He was drinking pee again. This time, hers!
“Finish it!” Mercy ordered. “Drink fast. My lawn is waiting.”
Under her stern gaze, Michael had no choice but to sit there and keep drinking. She didn’t say a word as he drank, she only stared menacingly at him. He reached the bottom of the cup. She took it from him, removed the lid, reached in and extracted his pink panties. “Open up,” she said. Like she had done Thursday night, she stuffed the pee dripping panties right into his mouth. “Close,” she ordered. He wondered how many people had watched her doing that to him. He didn’t want to think about it.
“Let’s go,” she said. “You’re going to follow me home. It’s not far.”
With the pee dripping panties still in his mouth, he followed her out of the restaurant.
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
By Karen Singer
Mercy stopped her pickup truck just before turning into her driveway and stared at the house across the street. It had been for sale for almost a year now, the previous owners having moved away long ago. But now, today, she couldn’t help but notice the “Sold” notice stuck on the realtor’s sign on the front lawn. She wondered how much the previous owners had finally brought the price down before it finally sold. After all that time, it had to have been a lot. Quite likely, they were taking a loss on the house.
She knew there was nothing at all wrong with the house itself. Nothing! In fact, it was quite a nice house. She had even been into it once. No, the problem wasn’t with the house at all, it was with the neighborhood it was in. In fact, the problem wasn’t with the neighborhood, the problem was with one particular neighbor. Her! She was the reason that house hadn’t sold for so long, and in truth, she didn’t care one fig! She was going to live the way she wanted, and do what she wanted, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it…as long as she stayed on the right side of the law.
She had even seen a police car parked down the street a few times, just to “observe” what was going on at her house. But in the end, there was nothing they could arrest her for, so the police cars had stayed parked a few houses away, and nothing had ever happened…except that the rest of the neighbors weren’t happy in the least. Tough! She was happy, and that’s all that mattered.
She pulled her pickup truck into the driveway and parked it there. She pressed the remote control clipped to her truck’s sun visor and her garage door started opening while she grabbed her lunch box and climbed out. She entered her workshop that took up her entire two-car garage, her eyes glancing over all her tools and equipment as she walked through. Before going into the kitchen, she pressed the remote attached to the wall and the garage door began closing after her. It was Thursday evening. Her four-day, twelve hour shifts working maintenance for the factory were done for the week. She could relax and enjoy herself for the next three days.
But enjoying herself, or even relaxing, wasn’t the same for her as it was for most other women. In her bedroom, she changed out of her work clothes and into her workout clothes. She went into one of her spare bedrooms where she had set up her gym and started lifting weights, trying to increase her muscle mass.
As she worked, her thoughts turned to her coworkers at work. She was the only woman on the crew. In fact, there were very few female maintenance people in the business. Perhaps in the entire country…or world. It was a very male dominated occupation. But she prided herself in not only keeping up with all the men, but doing better at the job than any of them. Simply because she was a woman, she had always had to prove herself as being better than any of them, just to keep her job. And she was better than them – in every way! At least as far as she was concerned. There were a few guys on the crew that she figured could probably out lift her and were stronger, but not many. She could whip the butt of any of the others, and in truth, she’d really love half the chance to actually do it. But some of those others had gotten raises and promotions sooner and faster than she had, even though she had more skills than they had. She had been passed over, only because she was a woman, and they were men. Men! She hated every last one of them!
From the weights, she moved onto the heavy bag where she started punching away. As she worked, her thoughts turned to other things. She needed to find some new gardeners. Not just gardeners, but help. Someone to cut her grass and keep the place looking good – inside as well as out. Her last two had quit. Not because of her, but because of life. One had to move because his company had sent him to another office in another city to work, and her last one had lost his job and had to take a job that completely conflicted with her schedule. Unfortunately, she had been lazy and too distracted by other things to go looking for anyone else to fill their places. And filling their places wouldn’t be easy. She smiled. Finding and breaking in the new help though was always so much fun. It was really about time she treated herself to that pleasure anyway. There were one or two possibilities she had been looking at, and one in particular. Perhaps it was time to look a little closer at him.
With her workout done, she took a shower and cleaned off, washing the sweat and dirt from the day off her body. She dried her short hair with a towel, but did nothing else with it. She donned a pair of shorts and a t-shirt without a bra underneath. Leaving her feet bare, she went into the kitchen where she pulled some left-overs out of her refrigerator and heated them up. When they were ready, she brought her dinner to the table where she opened her laptop and entered one of her favorite chat sites. Now, were any of the people she was interested in, online yet? Especially that one.
She spent a few minutes searching around, looking closely at the internet identities of the people entering comments. She ate her dinner, barely noting what she was eating. There! There was the one she was the most interested in. MH3516. And better still, he was looking for her! Perfect!
She typed a message to him, and a few minutes later, they were in a more private space where they could send messages back and forth. They talked on-line for a few minutes, then she asked: Would you be willing to meet in person?
Absolutely. I can’t wait. MH3516 replied. Where and when?
Tonight? she asked.
Mercy was pleased, and now anxious. Do you know where the Burger King is on Highway 277?
Of course, MH3516 replied. I live only a few minutes from there.
Better and better! Be there at nine o’clock. Sharp! she replied. Stand outside by the door for at least fifteen minutes. Then go inside and order yourself an extra-large size drink. Take it to one of the tables and drink all of it. When you’re done, pull the straw out of the drink and wait for me. I’ll find you. I’ll be watching you the entire time. Is that clear? I expect you to do everything I tell you to do – immediately, with no complaints.
I’ll be there. I can’t wait! he replied.
But first, she added. We need to set some ground rules. I expect you to be wearing a pair of women’s panties under your pants. You said before that you had some.
I do, and I will, MH3516 replied.
Good! Also, so I know for sure that it’s you, I expect you to arrive with a bow in your hair – and keep it there! Can you do that?
I’m so sorry, MH3516 replied. I don’t have a bow of any kind.
Then get one! Any little girl hair bow will do. Just make sure it’s in your hair before you arrive and that it can’t be missed. Understand?
Good! Remember, I’ll be there, and I’ll be watching you the entire time. I will contact you – eventually.
She closed the laptop. The date was set. She figured it should be interesting. She grabbed her cellphone and called her sister. “Donna… I’ve got another one lined up for tonight. I just wanted to warn you.”
“Geez. It’s been a long time for you now sis,” Donna replied. “What time will you be here?”
“A little before nine.”
“Okay. See you then.”
It was on. It was time for some new fun.
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Michael Hammond was excited. Finally, he was going to meet the dom of his dreams. Finally, all his fantasies were going to come true! He really didn’t know much at all about Cruel1215, but from everything he had read from her, she had to be fantastic!
She wanted him to wear his panties. Absolutely! She wanted him to put a bow in his hair. That part was more troubling. A lot more troubling. Totally humiliating. And she wanted him to stand around and let everyone see him wearing the bow as they came in and out of the restaurant – before he even went inside. But the fact that it was so humiliating, had him more excited than he had ever been.
He was very tempted to go and masturbate immediately, but he put it off, deciding to wait so he could enjoy meeting her more later. He didn’t want to ruin anything too soon. But he had to find – a girl’s hair bow. Where the heck would he find something like that?
He got in his car and went shopping, not having a clue where to even start looking. He found a drug store. They had hair stuff in there. Did they have hair bows? He went in feeling totally embarrassed to be looking for something like that, yet all too excited too. Soon, soon he would have to be wearing whatever bow he found – in public! His excitement was almost more than he could stand.
He finally found one in the section that had hair clips and hair pins. It was a simple white bow with a clip on the back. Not big at all, but to him, it screamed – embarrassing! Almost cuming in his pants, he carried it quickly to the checkout counter. He was totally embarrassed as the girl rang the purchase up, yet the girl didn’t blink an eye or say a word. She handed him his change and he hurried out of the store with his purchase. Now he just had to wait until nine o’clock…and he couldn’t wait!
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“So they gave Harvey the raise instead of you?” Donna asked.
“I could have killed someone I was so mad,” Mercy replied. “Harvey can’t do half the electrical stuff I can, and he welds like a beginner! But he got the raise and I didn’t!”
Mercy and her sister were sitting at one of the tables in Burger King where Donna was the store owner and manager. “Maybe you’ve been coming off as being too dominant again,” Donna suggested. “Trying to push the others around too much.”
“Nah! I’ve been good. They all treat me like just one of the guys now. Management just doesn’t like it that I’m a woman, and that’s that!”
Her eyes were pulled by a small, battered looking car pulling into one of the parking places closest to the door. She checked her watch, five minutes before nine. Still too early.
“So what are you going to do?” Donna asked.
“What can I do?” Mercy replied. “I’m stuck! Till I can either show them how good I am, or until I actually do kill one of them…which is what I’d really like to do.” Why wasn’t anyone getting out of that car?
“I don’t know why you’re getting so upset about it,” Donna said. “You make a ton of money already in that job.”
“Maintenance pays good,” Mercy admitted, “but that has nothing at all to do with someone else getting a raise who doesn’t deserve it as much as I do. I’ve got good reason to hit someone.” Her eyes though never strayed from the inside of the car she was watching. And inside the car, she now saw something that caught her attention.
“Now don’t get…”
“Wait!” Mercy interrupted her. “I think he’s here.” She watched as the guy in the car messed with his hair. When he finally took his hands away, she could just see something white stuck on top of his head. “That’s got to be him,” she said. But she was perturbed. She had clearly told him to show up with the bow already in his hair, yet she had just seen him putting it on, here in the parking lot. So far, things weren’t looking good for him. She kept watching, and still he wasn’t getting out of his car.
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At nine o’clock, Michael opened his car door and got out. He was so nervous he almost couldn’t stand it. Was she there? Could she see him? He had looked thought the windows at the people inside the store while he was still in the car. He didn’t see any women sitting by themselves. He stood near the door like she had told him and looked at the cars in the parking lot, but he didn’t see anyone waiting in one of the cars either. She probably wasn’t even there yet. Should he get back into his car and wait, or stand there like a total fool and wait for her to arrive. But what if she showed up suddenly and didn’t see him there when he was supposed to be. He decided his best course of action was to stand there with the bow in his hair, and wait, just like she had ordered.
Who was she? What was her name? What would she look like? In his mind, he just knew she was someone beautiful. Exotic. Sexy! Would she be wearing leather when they met? Would she be wearing high spike heeled boots? His mind was going into overdrive thinking about all of it.
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“Little twerp, isn’t he,” Donna noted.
“Yeah. Real little! Is he even out of grammar school yet?”
Donna smirked at her sister. “Maybe, but not by much,” she replied.
The two of them continued to sit there and talk while they both kept half an eye on the stupid little guy out front with the bow in his hair.
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Michael checked his watch – again. Nine fifteen. It was time – finally! He hurried into the store, and like she had told him to do, ordered an extra-large drink. His knees were shaking as the girl behind the counter stared strangely at the white bow in his hair. Fortunately, she didn’t say anything about it, she just stared at it…too much. And so did a few of the other workers behind the counter. He took his cup and filled it with Coke, put a lid on it, stuck a straw in it, and carried it to one of the tables as far away from any of the other customers as he could get.
He told himself that being further away from anyone else would make it easier for him and his new mistress to talk. Of course, what he was also thinking was that with that hair bow in his hair, he was hoping fewer people would notice him where he was sitting.
Not that there were that many people in the place. There were only a few people sitting there. He looked all around again, but didn’t see any sexy single women at all. In fact, the only women he saw were the two older ones sitting at one of the tables, and one of them had a Burger King uniform on, making him think she might have been the store manager. So no, whoever this new mistress was, she wasn’t there yet. Was she even going to come? He was beginning to doubt it. She had sent him on a fool’s errand, and he, being a total fool, had fell for it.
Hoping that he was wrong, he sat there and drank the entire extra-large drink. Then, just like he had been told to do, he pulled the straw out of the cup. He’d give her five minutes. Just five minutes, then he was going to leave. He was so disappointed!
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“He just removed the straw,” Donna told her sister. “He looks a bit disappointed.”
Mercy smiled. “Time to go rattle his ego.”
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Michael was getting ready to leave, when the woman who had been sitting at that table with the store manager walked over to him and sat down. He was more surprised by the woman’s size. Big! Not fat at all, but tall! And…almost bulky. He was totally shocked. “You’re Cruel1215?” he asked.
“You were expecting a Playboy bunny?”
She looked at the white bow in his longish stringy hair. “You were supposed to arrive here, with that silly bow already in your hair. Not put it in while you were sitting in the parking lot.”
He was shocked again. “You saw that?”
“Of course I saw it…twerp!”
He didn’t know what to do. “Sorry, Mistress,” he apologized. He held out his hand across the table. “I’m…”
“No!” she stopped him suddenly. “I don’t want to know your name. I don’t care what your name is. I’ll call you whatever the hell I want.”
His eyes were wide. Damn! She was nothing at all like he expected.
“So tell me,” she said. “How old are you? Are you even old enough to drive?”
He was a bit offended. “I’m twenty-four,” he replied.
She shook her head. “Damn you’re scrawny.”
He was embarrassed. “I’m…small,” he replied.
“You think? That much is obvious. Did the other kids pick on you in school?”
His embarrassment increased. “Uh…yeah.”
She nodded. “I have no doubt. And tell me, when they picked on you, did you like it? Did it turn you on?”
How could she know that? “Uh…most of the time, no. But…it kind of depended.”
“On who was doing it.”
“Uh…yeah. Kind of.”
She nodded. “So when the girls picked on you, it turned you on.”
“So tell me twerp, what actual experience do you have with this stuff…beyond the girls picking on you when you were in school?”
“And yet on the internet you said you wanted to be abused. You wanted to be humiliated with no limits at all. You wanted to be put in horrible torturous bondage for days on end.”
He was more excited now. “Yes! That’s what I want.”
“But you’ve got no actual experience with any of that at all?”
She rolled her eyes. He was so stupid. So young. So dumb! “Did you wear the panties like I told you?”
He brightened quickly. “Yes!”
“I want to see them. Go to the men’s room and take them off. And don’t pee while you’re there. After that large drink you just finished, I’d rather see you suffer and hold it than be able to relieve yourself.” When he didn’t move, she yelled, “Go! I’m not going to wait all night.”
Michael hurried toward the men’s room. She was nothing at all like he expected. She wasn’t beautiful and sexy at all. She was just…big! Imposing! She was demanding though. And scary too. Absolutely dominating! So maybe, this could kind of work out. Maybe.
Once in the stall, he removed his pants and removed the white lacy panties he was wearing…his pride and joy. He had quickly snatched them up while going through Walmart one day and it took all his willpower to say nothing while the cashier rang up the sale…along with a lot of other things he had bought. He had worn them a lot in the privacy of his apartment ever since. He put his pants back on and stuffed the panties into his pocket and went back out. “Where the hell are your panties?” Mercy asked as he sat down.
He pulled them from his pocket, rolled into a ball and passed them across the table to her.
“They’re just panties,” she told him, amused by how embarrassed he seemed to be. “They’re not radioactive. At least they better not be.” She spread them out so she could see them. Not bad. Not bad at all. But twerps like him always went for the really lacy stuff. She laid them out on the table right in front of him.
“So tell me,” she said. What things turn you on the most? What is it you’re looking for?”
“I love…everything!” he replied. “I get really turned on by all the really cool bondage pictures, especially the ones where the victims are trapped in some kind of cool device or machine.”
A bondage freak. That was good, she could definitely work with that. “How about anything else?” she asked. “You did have that pair of panties.”
“Yeah! And just wearing them drives me crazy like you wouldn’t believe!”
“How about anything else then? Any skirts? Any shoes? Makeup?”
He shook his head. “No. I never got any.”
“I…didn’t know what to get.”
“You get anything that turns you on!” Geez, the kid was green! “Okay,” she said. “So tell me. What limits do you have?”
“Limits! What are you against? What won’t you do? I know you said in some of your posts that you don’t have any limits, but that means nothing. So what limits do you really have?”
“Uh…I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
She shook her head. “So if I tell you to stick your head in a noose and hang yourself until you’re dead, you’d do it?”
He was suddenly much more uncertain. “Uh…no. Of course not.”
She shook her head. “So you do have limits.”
“You guess.” She shook her head again and watched as he squirmed in his seat a little. “Let me guess,” she said as she looked at him. “You’ve got to pee.”
“Uh…yeah. After that large drink….”
Mercy picked up the panties from the table. She grabbed his empty cup and took the lid off. She looked inside. It was filled with too much ice. She carried the cup to the trash can and dumped out the ice. Then she brought it back to the table where she stuffed the panties down into the cup. She handed it to him. “Go to the men’s room and fill this cup with your pee. And I mean fill it! Don’t let any of it get into the toilet. I want it all in that cup.”
He gulped with wide eyes.
“Go! Do it! You’re the one who said he has no limits.”
Frightened, he got up and carried the cup all the way into the restroom. Would anyone else there know what he was doing? Fortunately, there were even less people in the place now than there were before. Once in the stall, he pulled his pants down and peed into the cup – fully afraid of what she was going to make him do. The cup was more than big enough for him to pee into. When he was done, his pee half-filled the cup. Nervously, he carried it back out to her.
Mercy took the cup from him and removed the lid. Ugh! It smelled. Just like she expected it to. There wasn’t as much in it as she would have liked, but it was a really big cup. She put the lid back on, stuck the straw into it, and passed it over to him. “Start drinking.”
Michael’s hands shook as he grabbed the cup. She really expected him to drink that? Of course she did.
“I thought you said you had no limits…other than hanging yourself I guess,” Mercy said. “Show me!”
Michael had to work up the courage. He put his lips over the straw and pulled some of the pee into his mouth. Ugh! Sickening!
“Keep going! Drink faster!”
He pulled harder, taking a really big mouthful…and he swallowed. Damn! He was drinking his own pee – out in public!
She sat and watched him for a few minutes. “So, you have no limits…I’m guessing…other than something that might kill you, or maim you for life.”
He felt much more on solid ground with that. “Absolutely.”
“You’re sitting there drinking your own pee,” she said. “What if it was mine?”
“Uh…I’d drink it if you ordered me too.”
“What if I peed right in your mouth?”
“What if I took a shit right in your mouth?”
He looked totally horrified.
“You’ve got limits. You just think you don’t! Keep drinking! You’re not getting out of here until it’s done!”
She frightened him. He was sure about that.
He finally got down to where he was having trouble drinking any more as the straw was blocked by the panties in the bottom of the cup. Mercy took the cup from him and removed the lid. He had drank almost all of it. All that he could get anyway. She reached down into the cup. “Open your mouth,” she ordered.
He was shocked.
“I said open your mouth, twerp. Do it now, or don’t ever think about trying anything with me again!”
Never? This had been his one chance. She was the first person he had ever tried to get to dominate him. Did he want to continue? She wasn’t anything like any of the other dom women on the internet seemed to be.
She shook her head. “Open your mouth, or get up from the table and leave.”
He finally opened his mouth.
She pulled his pee dripping panties out of the cup, and stuffed them completely into his mouth. “Close!” she ordered.
Michael closed his mouth. The pee was dripping down his throat and he was forced to swallow several times.
Mercy leaned across the table. “Listen up twerp. You’re too young. Too green. Too stupid. I suggest you go home to your mother and never think about doing anything like this again. Now keep those panties in your mouth until you get home, and get the hell out of here!”
Michael, panties still filling his mouth, got up from the table as fast as he could and ran for his car. He was out of the parking lot in record time. But now that he was gone, what was he supposed to do with the panties in his mouth. He was halfway home before he removed them.
Mercy had watched him hurrying away. She had planned on turning him down all along. She would see what would happen with him now on the internet. The fresh green ones were always so much fun to break in. And tonight had certainly been amusing.
Now she would see. It would take a few more days, but she would see. She had no doubt that given a week, probably less, that little twerp would be in her grip and she could have lots of fun with him – doing things with him that he never dreamed of! And the little twerp was really going to be in for a surprise, because as far as Mercy was concerned, she was probably the most misnamed person ever. As far as she knew, if there was one thing she was very well known for, it was NOT showing mercy!