Friday, May 24, 2019

Mercy Me - Chapter 2 – Part 1 of 3


Mercy Me
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 Mercy.”
      “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?”
      “Yes.  Why?”
      “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?”
      “Your mother?”
      “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.
      “Um…”
      “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?”
      “Fixing them.”
      “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?”
      “Yeah.”
      “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.”
      “What then?”
      “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?”
      “Uh…no.”
      “Perfect.  Shall we start?”
      “Um…okay,” he agreed nervously.
      “Good.  Now, you were told to wear frilly pink panties today.  Are you?”
      “Yes.”
      “Did you have to go out and buy them last night?”
      “Um…yes.”
      “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.

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