Monday, June 3, 2019

Mercy Me - Chapter 2 – Part 2 of 3

Still very sick.  Hope to see a doctor today.  Don't know when I'll be posting so I'll do it when I can.



Mercy Me
By Karen Singer

Chapter 2 – Part 2 of 3

     Her red pickup truck was easy to follow.  The drive wasn’t far.  The neighborhood she lived in looked nice.  Her house looked nice.  She pulled into her driveway and parked.  He parked right behind her.  He got out of his car with one big thing on his mind…wanting the panties gone from his mouth! 
     There were tall hedges running from a high fence at the side of the garage that ran all the way down to the street.  The other side of the yard was also bordered by matching tall hedges.  He looked at her front lawn.  The grass was a little long, but it still looked neatly trimmed, and the front yard didn’t look too big at all.  That was a relief.  He didn’t think it would be too hard at all for him to cut her grass.
      “This way,” she said as she led the way toward her garage as the big door was still opening. 
     He followed her inside.  He passed through what looked like some kind of workshop.  He saw lots of equipment he didn’t even recognize.  But he also saw a few other things in there that he thought he might recognize.  Things that excited him!
     The garage door was closing as he followed her into her house.  Her kitchen looked cluttered.  He followed her into what had to be the main room of the house, but it didn’t look like any kind of living room he had ever seen.  There was no actual furniture in it.  Instead, he saw lots of different things in places all over the room.  Things he had no doubt he would soon be connected to.  At least he hoped he would soon be trapped by some of those things…right after he cut her grass for her.
     Mercy stopped in the middle of the room and turned toward him.  His eyes were going crazy.  Well, they should.  Her living room was probably something out of his greatest fantasies.  Fantasies that should have been his worst nightmares.  But the little twerp was too young, too stupid to know that yet.  “Strip!” she ordered in one of her most stern voices.
Michael gulped…swallowing even more pee from the panties still in his mouth.  Did he dare ask if he could remove them?  How the heck could he ask, if he couldn’t speak?  He pointed at his mouth.
      “Leave them!” Mercy said sternly.
     Michael gulped again, swallowing even more pee.
     Mercy stood there watching him, until he started removing his clothes.  Then she walked off and went back to her workshop.  She grabbed a roll of duct tape.  By the time she got back he was nearly naked.  She waited while he removed his pants.  “Stand still!” she ordered.  Then she wrapped the tape around his head, sealing the pee soaked panties in his mouth.  “Now you don’t have to worry about if you can take them out or not.  They’re staying!  Period!”
     She walked around him.  Staring at him.  Looking his body over carefully.  Certainly not much of a man.  He was so small that she towered over him.  His cock was half erect, and it was certainly not very big.  She came up behind him, wrapped her arms around him, and grabbed his cock.  She started massaging it.  Manipulating it.  Giving him pleasure.
     Michael’s knees almost gave out.  Her hand was…incredible.  She was masturbating him, right here and now.  And then her hand let go of him and he nearly screamed…as if that were possible with the panties stuck in his mouth.
     Mercy now got a better look at his totally engorged cock.  Disappointing.  But then she never had any plans to actually use it on herself to begin with.  Still behind him, she suddenly grabbed both his arms and pulled them back and up, bending him forward.  She pulled him backwards over to one of the metal constructions she had built. 
     Michael felt himself being dragged backwards, it felt more like she was trying to pull his arms out of their sockets.  She was strong!  All of a sudden, she turned him around and pushed him up against a metal bar.  “Stay!” she commanded sternly.  She did something to the stand the bar was attached to and lowered the entire bar down to his waist.  Then she was back behind him again.  She grabbed one of his arms and pulled it back and up, bending him forward over top of that bar.  He felt her doing something, closing something over his wrist.  A moment later, he heard a small snap and his arm was completely trapped back and up like that.  She grabbed his other arm, pulled it back and up, and it was soon trapped too.  The way she had him, there was no way he could stand up straight.  He had to stay bent over the bar.  Then he felt her grabbing his right leg.  She pulled it out to the side.  A moment later, he heard another small snap as something was attached to that ankle.  She pulled his left leg to the side, attaching that the same way, spreading his legs wide. 
      “Comfortable?” she asked, knowing it was impossible for him to answer.  “Having fun yet?” she asked the same way.  She reached around him, found his now shrunken penis, and began messaging it again, bringing him once again to a full erection, then she stopped.
     Michael was going crazy.  She had him stuck into one of her metal constructions, and he couldn’t move!  He was totally trapped.  And then she had made matters worse by massaging his cock with her hands again.  This was the stuff of his dreams!  He could hear her doing something behind him, but he couldn’t tell what.
     Mercy pulled one of her little creations over behind him and lined it up.  With her hand, she rubbed his naked backside for a few moments.  She reached under him again and massaged his cock again.  Then she pulled away.  “Enjoy,” she said as she stood up and switched on the machine she had created.  The motor started, and the wheel attached to it started to turn.  The first smooth, wide, leather paddle flipped over and slapped his butt.  She saw him jerk, but the next leather paddle was already heading for his backside.  The motor continued to turn slowly, and all four wide leather paddle straps did nothing but go around, and slap his ass.  She kept the speed fairly slow, his ass only getting hit at a rate of about two slaps per second, but she figured he wouldn’t think that was slow at all.  She could enjoy the pleasure of faster speeds with him some other time.  This was just a beginning session with him. 
      “Have fun,” she said softly to him.  “I’ll be back later.”  She grabbed her needlework from the kitchen, and went out to the front porch.  She immediately noticed the car back in the driveway across the street.  Interesting.
     Michael was going crazy.  She had some kind of machine that was continuously spanking him.  His backside was already on fire…and she had just left him there.  For how long?  Not long he hoped.  With the panties stuck in his mouth, he was prevented from screaming.  And with each strike against his backside, he wanted to scream more.  It hurt!  Bad!  He tried hard to move, but he couldn’t.  The metal pipes her contraption were made from were completely ridged.  Strong!  He had no chance.  “Stop it!” his mind screamed.  His mind screamed, but of course, no sound left his mouth.  He was stuck, and she had walked away, leaving him like that.  Tears soon began falling from his eyes as his backside grew more and more painful.
     Mercy sat with her needlework for a few minutes, watching the house across the street, letting the twerp inside get a small taste of what things were really like.  She was about to make things much worse for him, very soon.  She checked her watch.  Ten minutes.  That should be more than enough.  She left her needlework on the porch chair and went back inside.  He was crying hard.  She knew he would be.  She turned her machine off and let him cry.  His backside was very raw!  Perfect.  “Did you enjoy that?” she asked.  She watched him shake his head.  “But isn’t that just the kind of thing you wanted?”  It was a moment before she saw him nod.  “Reality is a bitch, isn’t it,” she said. 
     She left him there like that and went over to one of the big metal toolboxes she had against the wall.  She opened one of the drawers and looked over the selection of chastity devices that she had collected.  Hmm….  Which one?  The dumb twerp was pretty small…in all ways.  She finally selected one, held it up, and examined it.  Perfect!  She took it back to him.  She got down on the floor under him, and started attaching the device to his cock. 
     Michael was going crazy.  His backside hurt like nothing he had ever felt, and now she was doing something with his cock.  It took him no time to figure out she was putting some kind of chastity device on him.  More stuff of his dreams.  And then she was done, and the tip of his cock felt like little needles were sticking into it.  They hurt!
     Mercy started the process of removing him from her device.  First his legs, then his arms.  She saw how much pain he was in once his arms were free.  She pulled him up straight.  “Time to cut the grass!” she hissed into his ear.  “But we’ve got to get you ready first.  Lay down on the floor.  Now!” she ordered. 
     Cut the grass?  One of Michaels hands went to his blistered backside, the other was feeling the plastic thing she had put on his cock.
     When he didn’t move, Mercy threatened, “Do you want me to hook you up to my spanking machine and turn it up higher?”
     Michael’s fear went through the roof.  Like it or not, he laid down on the floor.  His blistered backside immediately made him pull it up off the floor. 
     Mercy laughed.  “I’m guessing,” she said, “that by now, after all my pee you drank earlier, that you’ve probably got to pee.  Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that problem for you in a minute.  Just stay there first.”
     She went to a different metal tool chest and opened the large bottom drawer.  From it, she extracted an adult sized disposable diaper.  From another drawer, she selected a bra.  She brought them back to the twerp on the floor.  Kneeling down over him, she started diapering him.  “That’s right,” she said.  “A diaper!  And don’t worry about using it.  I’ve got plenty more.  In fact, I absolutely insist that you use it.  You’re not going home tonight until it’s soaked!” 
     A diaper!  And she wanted him to use it!  Michael suddenly felt those tiny pinpricks from the chastity device she had put on him pressing harder against the tip of his cock.  Ouch!  Pain in his backside, and pain in his front side.  And there was no getting away from either pain.  And all too soon, he could tell she had him firmly in that diaper.  She stood him up and he looked down at himself.  A diaper!  And it was pink!  He felt the bulk from it between his legs.  It felt…weird.  Awful! 
     Mercy grabbed his arm and stuck the bra strap over it.  She put his other arm through the other side, then fastened the thing behind his back.  She adjusted the straps a bit.  He really was pretty scrawny.  She went back to her tool box and pulled out two very large breast forms.  She used them to fill out the bra he had on.  “There,” she said, sounding satisfied.  She pointed at the clothes he had taken off earlier.  “Put your shoes on.  Just your shoes!”
     Just his shoes?  He wanted to put all his clothes on…and leave!  The diaper was bad enough, especially against his hurting rear end, but the bra with those things she had put into it was big…and heavy!  He could feel all that weight pulling on his shoulders.
      “Do it!” she ordered. 
     Having no choice, he grabbed his sneakers and tied them onto his feet. 
     Marcy smiled.  “Now you’re ready to cut the lawn.”
     Michael looked at her like she was crazy.”  “Uhhh?” he grunted, totally surprised. 
      “Listen twerp, like it or not, you’re going to cut my grass for me, and you’re going to do it dressed just like that!  There’s no laws against cutting grass while wearing a diaper and a bra.  Now let’s go!”  She literally grabbed him and dragged him out to her garage workshop where she hit the button to open it.  She dragged him over to her custom made lawn mower and made him grab the handles.  She immediately closed the locking cuffs around his wrists, trapping him to the lawn mower in such a way that he couldn’t release his grip on the handle.  She hit the start button and the engine roared to life.  “Now get busy!” she ordered.  “I’ll be watching.  When you finish the front, I’ll open the gate and let you into the back.  Go!  And you better do a damn good job, or you’ll be very sorry!”
     Michael had no choice.  She scared him too much.  Plus, he was now connected to her big lawn mower.  He pushed.  The thing was heavy, but manageable.  A minute later, he was cutting her grass – out in public.  Wearing a diaper.  Wearing a bra with big heavy breast forms.  With his mouth taped shut to prevent him from removing the pee soaked panties from inside.  And that didn’t count the cock restraint that felt like it was sticking needles into the tip of his penis.  Oh yeah, and he had a big hair bow stuck into his head.  How could he possibly have forgotten about that?  Horror!  Total horror!
     As he pushed the mower, he was more than aware of the bulk of the diaper he was wearing.  He was even more aware of how sore his backside was.  The diaper brushing against it didn’t feel good.  It hurt!  But as far as he knew, his only way out of it was to cut her damn grass for her, just like she wanted.  He pushed her mower as fast as he could.
     Mercy picked up her needlework and sat in her chair as she watched the little twerp cutting her lawn.  Delightful.  Totally delightful.  Yes, he was young and stupid, but she was going to have a very good time with this one.  And he better do a good job on her lawn!

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     Across the street, Ben Whitmore heard a lawn mower running somewhere nearby in the neighborhood.  He looked out the window and saw the noise was coming from the house directly across the street.  The house he had been warned about before buying this house.  He looked at the…guy cutting the grass, and he couldn’t look away.  The guy was wearing…a bra, and it looked to be a bit overly stuffed, giving him almost monstrous breasts.  Not only that, but it looked like he was wearing a pink diaper!  What the hell?  He couldn’t see it that well, but it also looked like there was something stuck on top of his head too.  He shook his head.  Yes, he had been warned.  But the price of the house was so good, he simply couldn’t pass it up. 
     His sight of the man cutting the grass was suddenly blocked by a truck that slowed down and pulled into his driveway.  Finally!  His furniture had arrived.

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     Mercy watched the truck that had just pulled in across the street.  It was from a furniture rental place.  Not a good sign.  But then, what did she care?  If the people there needed to rent their furniture, then that was their problem.  She saw the man she had seen the night before come out of his house.  She saw him staring at the twerp who was cutting her lawn.  And she watched as he talked to the deliverymen.  Then he went inside.  Where was the guy’s wife? 

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     Michael now had a new problem.  He had to pee.  Badly!  And as he worked, the need was growing worse.  The taste of pee in his mouth wasn’t helping matters either.  He fought against it as he worked, but there was no help for it.  Eventually, some of it began leaking out.  Eventually, he had no choice but to stop cutting grass for a minute, stand there and let it all out.  Ah!  Relief.  Once he was done, he started pushing the lawn mower again.  He now noticed how much bulkier his diaper was.  Not to mention that it was starting to rub against his raw backside even worse.  Unwanted, the pain from the pinpricks of his chastity device pressed even harder against the tip of his cock.

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     Mercy saw the little twerp stop.  She realized quickly why, and she laughed.  The twerp was finally wetting himself.  She was glad to see him going back to work again.  She wondered how it felt to him now with his diaper wet.  She decided then and there that she was going to give him lots of practice wetting diapers.  He was so small – in all ways!  The twerp deserved diapers!  She watched the delivery men across the street moving furniture into the house.  She still didn’t see any sign of the guy’s wife.  Was he single?  Thinking about herself and her reputation among the neighbors, she realized that it was more than likely that he wasn’t married.  So why had he bought that house.  Just for the price?
     She watched as the twerp finished the last bit of her front lawn.  Before he could head for the gate, she went down into the yard to inspect it.  Decent.  Good enough.  Especially for a weak little thing like him.  She motioned with her head for him to follow her towards the gate.

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     Michael was a little tired.  His backside was hurting worse now that his diaper was wet, and the crotch of his wet diaper was rubbing more between his legs, irritating them as well.  With his mouth sealed, he was breathing heavily through his nose.  At least he wasn’t getting any more pee out of that damn pair of panties stuck in his mouth, but all he could taste was that pee.  It permeated every breath he took. 
     He was glad she approved of the job on his front lawn.  Halfway now.  Just the back to do.  He followed her to the gate in the tall stockade fence that appeared to surround her backyard.  He wanted to remove his hands from the mower for a few minutes to relieve the stress, but the way they were cuffed so closely, he couldn’t.
     The gate opened, revealing her backyard.  He pushed the mower towards it.  From the side of the house, he couldn’t see all of it yet, but it appeared to be twice as big as the front yard.  He started cutting along the fence on the side of the house as she left him, closing the gate behind her.  He worked his first cut all down the fence past the back of the house.  He could see the whole backyard now.  There was a nice patio behind the house with chairs grouped together.  A beautiful flowerbed edged the patio.  Out in the yard, there were several trees.  A large shed filled the back corner of the lot.  The rest, was just grass.  With a sigh, he continued pushing the lawn mower.  Since the back was so much bigger than the front, he still had a long way to go.  And he was already tired.

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     Mercy grabbed her needlework from her chair on the front porch, took one last glance at the truck still across the street, and headed through her house to the patio out back.  The twerp was pushing the mower all along the fence.  She chose a seat where she could keep an eye on him.  She put her feet up on one of the ottomans, and continued working on her picture of the man hanging by his balls.  Such a pleasant picture.  At least it was for her.
     As the little twerp worked, she watched him growing more and more tired.  Weakling!  But then, he wasn’t much of a man to begin with.  So what should she do with him?  There was a lot of work she still needed done around her house – inside as well as outside.  Maybe something inside would be more suited to him in the future.  But here in South Carolina, the grass grew fast all summer long.  At least her lawn did.  Of course, she made whoever was doing her gardening fertilize it for her several times a year so it would always look good. 
     But the bottom line was, until she could find someone more suited to pushing the mower outside, the little twerp was going to have to do that himself…along with a bunch of other things she wanted done as well. 
     He had said he repaired computers for a living.  She was guessing he got off of work at a decent time every night.  Most likely a lot earlier than she got home in the evenings.  As with most of her other playthings, she saw no reason to limit her fun to just the weekends. 
     But the twerp was too new yet.  Too green.  Too stupid.  He had a lot of lessons yet to learn.  Like with all of them, she was going to have to start slowly with him.

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1 comment:

sarah penguin said...

Hope you can see someone who can help! *hugs*