Mercy Me
By Karen
Singer
Chapter 5 – Part 1 of 2
Michael
was going nuts! The darn chastity device
she had locked onto him – hurt! It hurt
more often than it didn’t. And the fact
that he was now wearing panties – at work, only made it worse. Did she have to put a device on him that had
those cruel little spikes in it? He had
examined the thing and found it on the internet. It wasn’t made for long-term use, but here he
was, stuck in it anyway. He hated it,
but just as much, there was a lot about this situation that kept him really
horny, and that was over and above the fact that he couldn’t masturbate to
relieve himself.
His
phone made a sound signifying a text message had come in. His excitement grew knowing that it was
probably his new Mistress. He read the
text quickly. Just what he
expected. She wanted a picture right
away of the panties he was wearing, and then she wanted another one of the
panties pulled down just enough to see all of his chastity device.
He
stopped working on the computer he was repairing and headed straight for the
men’s room. One good thing about this
job, he pretty much worked alone. The
store sold all kinds of computer stuff, but he was their guy to fix things when
the customers brought them in to be repaired.
Consequently, he was alone quite often, even though there were times
when other store workers came in to see him.
Once in a while, he even had to go out and do some extra explaining to
the customers. That was rare
though. But by and large, he was alone
in his little workshop, and he liked it that way.
In the
men’s room, he pulled down his pants and snapped a photo of the light green
panties he was wearing that day. He had
gone to Walmart and purchased a package of panties that were all different
pastel colors. It had been a lot easier
than trying to buy a bunch of different ones separately. He didn’t think his nerves would have stood
for that. Fortunately, Mistress seemed
to be pleased. So far. He pulled them down a bit exposing the
chastity device that was just then digging extra painfully into the tip of his
cock and took another photo. A minute
later, the photos were on their way to his Mistress.
While
he was there, he took the time to sit down on the toilet to pee. That was another little thing he had noticed
about the damn chastity device. The way
it was built, it was more than a little difficult to get out of his pants so he
could stand up to pee. Fortunately, the
employee’s men’s room was a one person place.
It was just very inconvenient to have to pull his pants down and
sit. Not to mention the fact that it was
very humiliating too…which all too often made him start to get a little bit
hard again…which in turn caused those darn spikes to dig right into the tip of
his cock again. Maddening!
He was
back working on the customer’s computer again when his phone dinged another
message. Mistress again!
Good pictures. Are you free tomorrow night?
She was
asking if he wanted another session – in the middle of the week? He typed his reply: Yes,
but in the middle of the week?
Her
answer came back: I don’t just work on weekends. I
do this seven days a week. Be prepared
to meet me any day, any time! Now be
here tomorrow night at seven o’clock!
Tomorrow
night. Hopefully she would remove the
chastity device she had put on him – that wasn’t supposed to be for long term
use. As he typed his reply, he could
already feel the delicious inescapable bondage of being locked into one of her
metal devices like she had done to him last time: Yes
Mistress.
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Ron
Gretch was raking mulch into one of the city’s gardens when his phone signaled
a text coming in. He was working, but
his mind all morning had been more on that new dom he had met with last
night. She had called him Fido. He couldn’t seem to get that out of his
mind. He had masturbated three times during
the night last night over it. And having
to wear that big bow in his hair – in public last night…that had really taken
the cake. He still couldn’t believe that
he had actually done that. But doing
that had also led him to this new Mistress who now sounded very promising. She was certainly unlike any other dom he had
ever met…and he had been through a few of them.
He
fished his phone out of his pocket and his cock lurched immediately. It was from…Mistress: Here
Fido. Here boy! Are you there
Fido? Reply when you’ve got a few
minutes. No hurry. Good doggie!
Oh
God! His stomach felt queasy with
anticipation. And all she wanted in
return was a little gardening? Something
that he absolutely loved doing?
“Problem?”
He looked
up at the guy he was working with just then.
“No,” Ron replied. “Just a
friend.” He put his phone away. There was still a few hours until lunch. He wasn’t sure if he could do much texting
before then. He went back to work, but
now all he could think about was getting back to his new – Mistress. Fido!
His cock lurched in his pants again.
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Ben
Whitmore got up from his desk and carried his steel coffee mug to the coffee
pot. He filled the mug, then went back
to his desk. Once again his mind
remembered what his neighbor across the street had done to him last
Sunday. The nerve! He wasn’t one of her playthings. But she had played with him never the
less. And then…she had really played
with him. That was another thing he was
having trouble getting out of his mind – the intensity of that orgasm had
been…incredible! But that woman…the
nerve of her! It was wrong!
He sat
at his desk and stared at the latest account problem he was researching. Between his two computer screens, he had
about ten different spreadsheets open, as usual. But he wasn’t seeing any of them. His mind was instead focused on the problem
of how to get a washer and dryer – before payday.
And
then there was another little problem he had totally forgot to account for when
he had bought the house – he would have to cut the grass. He didn’t have a lawn mower – and his grass
already needed trimming. He supposed the
lawn mower should really come first. But
looking up the price of them on-line had shown him that he really needed to
wait and budget for one first. Why was
it that moving into a new house had to include so many unexpected things?
Things
wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to also pay for a lawyer for his
divorce. That was an expense he didn’t
need either. But the lawyer already had
his check, so that money was taken care of.
It had simply depleted his savings account more than he would have liked.
He had
a goal and a system. A certain amount
went into his savings account every month, and an equal amount went into
investments every quarter from his savings account. He had to save money, because it was the
right thing to do. If he depleted his
savings to buy a washer and dryer, or a lawnmower, he wouldn’t be able to
increase his investments, and the bigger problem was, it would drive him crazy
knowing that somehow he had lost money instead of gaining it.
It
wasn’t that he didn’t make good money.
He knew he had a very good salary.
It was one of the reasons why he went into accounting in the first
place. That, and the fact that his OCD condition
made him love order and perfection in everything, and order and perfection was
what accounting was all about. Why
couldn’t the rest of the world see the need for order and perfection like he
did? As far as he was concerned, it was
the rest of the world that was diseased, not him.
So what
was he going to do about getting the things he needed? Once again, his neighbor across the street
flashed through his mind…along with the orgasm she had given him before he had
left…along with being tied up and forced to walk the way she wanted on her
treadmill. He shuddered! The nerve she had! It was unthinkable!
What
was he going to do?
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Mercy
was heading for her locker to get her lunchbox when her phone finally dinged
that a message had come in. She pulled
the phone from her pocket and smiled.
Fido. She quickly scanned the
message: I’ve got a little time now Mistress.
I just started my lunch hour.
She
typed back. Good doggie. Are you free
tonight to meet again?
The
answer came back only moments later: Yes Mistress. I look forward to it.
She
typed: Good doggie. Burger King. 7
pm. Can you make it?
No problem Mistress.
Mercy
smiled and put her phone away. Now what
the heck was she supposed to do with…a dog?
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