Mercy Me
By Karen Singer
Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 2
Ron’s
cock ached in its plastic cage. He was
in his own little foggy world as he rode in the passenger seat of the city
pickup truck. The guy who was driving
was someone he worked with often. The
two had become somewhat friends.
Fortunately, this morning his friend seemed to be quieter than usual and
had turned on the radio instead of wanting to talk. Ron didn’t think he could talk. He was too preoccupied with thinking about
his evening out shopping with Mistress last night – which was why his cock
ached so much. A bow in his hair. Very high sexy heels on his feet. And a dog collar with a tag that had his new
dog name in big enough letters that they were easy to read. And that didn’t even include the fact that
she had led him around Walmart – on a leash.
And now today, he was wearing frilly white panties under his pants. How could he think about holding a conversation
about anything else when all that was rocking his mind?
He had
spent a good fifteen minutes last night examining that chastity device and
pulling on it. He figured he “might” be
able to pull the thing off of him so he could get some very much needed sexual
relief, but he also realized that without the key, he’d never be able to get
the thing back on again without her knowing it.
Foiled! And one thing he was
quickly realizing, was that he didn’t seem to want to lose this new mistress in
his life.
He had
loved going to Mistress Victoria. Of all
the mistresses he had visited over the years, she had been the best. She had done many different things with
him. Always something new. Always something different. He realized now that every session she had done
with him had all been part of her method of testing him, teasing him, finding
out just what kind of things turned him on the most. He was surprised himself at some of the
latest things they had done. He had
never had fantasies before about being treated like a dog. That had come as a big surprise. And yet, now that Mistress Victoria had
awakened that in him, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. But in the end, Mistress Victoria had turned
him away…and in the process, sent him to this new mistress instead. And he was quickly realizing that his
situation with his new mistress was an even better one than he’d had with the
very brief sessions that Mistress Victoria had done with him. His new mistress didn’t do quick one or two
hour sessions. She lived it – all the
time!
Controlled. He hadn’t come to that realization until
yesterday. But after thinking about it
even more, he knew he was right. What he
had really been searching for all this time, was someone else to take total
charge of him – all the time. Someone to
force him to do what she wanted, not what he would usually do instead. Yes, if asked, he would admit to this
mistress that he did have fantasies about wearing women’s things. Fantasies about being humiliated. He wouldn’t admit that to anyone else
though. The problem was however, that this
new mistress liked to do things in public, where he couldn’t deny any of it if
someone asked. That was troubling…and
humiliating. Trouble and humiliating on
a major level. And yet, he now found
that it was like a drug pulling him onward.
Controlled. She had controlled him with very little
effort…because he had let her. Because…it
was what he had wanted. Once again he
could feel his cock inside of that darn plastic chastity device. Would she give him some relief this weekend? He could only hope.
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Michael
was standing up again as he worked. At
least he was doing better today than he had yesterday. He had gotten…some…sleep last night – mostly
because he had been so exhausted. He was
standing though, because his backside still hurt. Not nearly as badly as it had yesterday, but
it was still a bit tender. So standing
was still preferable to sitting down.
Last
night, alone in his little apartment, he had pulled the pantyhose out and put them
on. He had added the high heels
too. And he had walked all around his
apartment for nearly an hour, loving the humiliating feel of the women’s heels
he was wearing.
He had
sat on the edge of his bed playing with that damnable chastity device for a
long time, trying to tug it away from the head of his cock because the little
spikes in it hurt so much. Unfortunately,
because of the way it was made, no pulling in any direction he was able to pull
it did any good at all. Wearing the
pantyhose and heels around his house had only made it hurt that much
worse. And worse, his predicament of not
being able to do anything about it, also fueled his sexual need. It was a no-win situation for him.
She had
him where she wanted him, and she wasn’t going to let him go. As far as he could see, he really had no
choice but to do what she wanted. The
now subtle feel of the pain in his backside was another reminder to him that
she wasn’t going to let him do anything but what she wanted.
He
winced as the spikes from the chastity device once again started digging into
the tip of his cock. He was fine, he had
no problem with the device at all…sometimes.
It was just every time he thought about his new mistress, and
particularly when he thought about all the things she had forced him to do,
that the chastity device got really painful.
As long as he didn’t think about anything that turned him on, he was
okay. The only problem was, the longer
he had to go without relief, the more he needed that relief, and consequently,
the more he thought about all those things that did indeed turn him on so
much. He wanted to scream with
frustration.
Tomorrow
was Saturday. Would she call and tell
him to come? He hoped so…and he hoped
not. She scared him. And because of that, he was also so
fascinated by her that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
His
phone dinged…and his cock gave another twitch as he immediately thought about her. He checked the text message. Time to send her another picture of his
panties…and once again she wanted a picture of his bare ass rear end. Damn!
Did those tiny spikes inside his chastity device have to hurt him that
much?
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Ben
stared at his computer screen. The
spreadsheet he was working on was huge.
Thousands of lines. But then,
many of the spreadsheets he had to deal with were that way. His mind however, wasn’t on the spreadsheet,
it was on his problem with needing a washer and dryer, and now a lawnmower
too. And because his mind was focused on
those problems, it was also focused on his screwy neighbor across the
street. He had been warned about her by
the realtor before he bought the house.
But still, the house really was a good deal. Screwy neighbor or not.
So what
the heck was he supposed to do about the things he needed? They were all big-ticket items. He had wash that desperately needed to get
done, and his grass was starting to look pretty bad. In a neighborhood where most of the houses
looked fairly nice, he didn’t want to stand out with a bad looking front
lawn. Besides, he himself would never be
able to stand it. Things had to be neat
and clean. Orderly!
So what
should he do? As he saw it, like it or
not, he had no choice. This weekend he
was going to have to go out and buy a washer and dryer, and have them delivered
and set up – as soon as possible. He
hated that his laundry was now piling up for an entire week. Laundry should be done several times a
week! Always!
And
then there was the problem with the lawnmower.
He supposed he was going to have to spend the money to buy one of those
too. Could he get one in the back of his
car? That was another big question. He figured he’d just have to see. Maybe the stores that sold lawnmowers
delivered them. Was there an additional
charge for that too? Ugh! The questions never ended. Why had he bought a house and not just rented
an apartment? He knew why. It was a better investment, his mortgage
payment was cheaper than the rent he’d have to pay somewhere else, and the deal
for the house had been really, really good!
He
hated taking money from his savings, but as he now saw it, he had no
choice. It was either that, or deal with
his weird-ass neighbor across the street.
And he had quickly learned – that wasn’t an option!
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Late in
the afternoon, Mercy was jogging on her treadmill. The TV in the upper corner was off. It was the only TV in the house. Mercy figured that if she was going to watch
TV, then instead of sitting like a vegetable to do it, she could at least get a
workout. But today, the TV held no
interest for her.
She had
been sending text messages at different times throughout the day. She had started with the little twerp,
telling him she wanted to see how pink his rear end still was…along with what
panties he was wearing. After she had
gotten the pictures, she had asked him if he could be there both Saturday and Sunday. It had taken him a while to reply to that,
but he had said he could. Then she had
asked one more question. Could he stay
overnight? It had taken him even longer
to reply to that one. Yes, he
could. Perfect.
She had
also texted Fido, requesting a picture of his chastity device, along with a
picture of what panties he was wearing.
She had sent that one shortly before noon, but it hadn’t been until an
hour later that she had gotten any pictures back from him. Like she had done with the twerp, she had
asked if he could stay both Saturday and Sunday. His answer had come back quickly saying he
could. When she asked if he could stay
all night, again his answer came back in the affirmative. Perfect!
So her playthings would be at her house all weekend, and neither of them
were expecting to go home.
She
stopped her treadmill. It was time to
send out some instructions now for both of them. She started with Fido. She sent him a text reminding him that he
better show up wearing a hair bow, stockings, high heels, his dog collar, and
panties. She also told him to bring the
dog toy she had ordered him to buy last week.
She giggled when she added that he shouldn’t bother packing an overnight
bag. He wouldn’t need it. Anything else, including clothing, would be
optional. He wouldn’t even need a
toothbrush. Then she sent him a separate
message telling him to show up at her house at nine o’clock Saturday
morning.
Once
that text was sent, she started on one for the little twerp. As with Fido, she reminded him to show up
with a bow in his hair, but in his case, she told him to wear his new white
socks and the black t-strap shoes. He
also needed to bring a pair of stockings and his high heels with him. Once again, she mentioned that any other
clothing would be optional. She wondered
what he’d think about that! And then she
dropped the bomb. She texted: What
are you doing tonight?
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Tonight? Michael read the question, and didn’t know
what to do about it. She had already
said she wanted him all weekend. He
wouldn’t even be going home Saturday night!
He could already imagine himself locked into one of her diabolical
devices for the entire night. Would she
do that to him? He really hoped
not…while at the same time, he fantasized about it. Scary!
But
tonight? Um…. What should he tell her? He took a chance and texted: I’m not
doing anything.
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Mercy
read his reply and grinned. She typed
her reply: Meet me for dinner at Burger King at 6 pm. Don’t forget to wear your hair bow and high
heels.
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Michael
read her reply and gulped. She was
making him go out in public again – dressed even worse as a sissy than
before. This time he would be showing up
there with not only a bow in his hair, but wearing high heels too. He was…and wasn’t looking forward to it. Especially since his darn chastity device was
starting to kill him again.
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Mercy
sat out on the porch in front of her house enjoying the late afternoon shade
while she worked for a few minutes on her needlework project. The picture was coming along very nicely. She figured she’d be done with it soon. Maybe even this weekend. While she sat there, she saw her new neighbor
across the street pull into his driveway.
She watched him get out of his car, then go in through his side door in
the carport. She checked the large men’s
watch on her arm. Five thirty. She still had a few minutes before she had to
leave to meet the twerp. She continued
to work on her sewing while she kept an eye on the house across the
street. She saw no movement,
nothing. But it was early yet.
Ten
minutes later, she got up and put her sewing away. She went out to her truck and left for Burger
King…and dinner with the twerp.
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Michael
was more nervous than ever when he pulled his car into the parking lot at
Burger King. He reached up and touched
the bow on top of his head. Why? Why did she make him wear it? It was worse than the heels on his feet! And he didn’t want to be wearing them
either. Not out in public anyway. He got out of the car and headed for the
front door, praying that tonight would be easier than it seemed. So far, it wasn’t. It was dinner time and the place was packed!
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But
Aunt Mercy,” Meghan argued. “Why won’t
you tell me where you live?”
“You
know the answer to that perfectly well,” Mercy replied. “Your mother won’t hear of it. And as much as I hate to admit it, I have to
agree with her. You don’t need to know
where I live.”
“But
what if I need to see you?”
“Then
I’ll come to you. I always have. I always will.”
“But…how
am I ever going to find out more about what you do?”
“You
don’t! Your mother would have a fit!”
“What
she doesn’t know can’t hurt her?”
The
sight of the twerp approaching the door with that bow in his hair caught her
attention. “That’s enough now Meghan,”
she said. “My dinner companion is
here…and you’re supposed to be working!”
Meghan
rolled her eyes. She got up from her
seat, went around the table and hugged her aunt. Then she left. But her eyes were immediately grabbed by the
little guy with the bow on his head…and high heels on his feet. He was walking her way. She purposely stopped right in front of him,
preventing him from going any further.
“You have no idea how much I love seeing that pretty bow in your hair,”
she said to him. “And trust me, those
shoes are just perfect for you.”
“Meghan!”
Mercy’s voice cut through the restaurant.
Meghan
turned back toward her aunt with a sly smile on her face, then went around the
little guy to go back to work.
The tip
of Michael’s cock was now in even worse pain than when he had walked in. That girl….
She had reminded him of every last mean taunt he had gotten in high
school. He continued on, feeling more
like dying from embarrassment than meeting his new mistress. But she was right there ahead of him, so he
continued on. “Hello Mistress,” he said
as he reached the booth.
He was
about to sit, when she held up her hand to stop him. “Get your dinner. Whatever you want. And no, you’re not drinking my pee
tonight. Not unless you want to, in
which case I’ll go out of my way to arrange it for you.” She looked up at him with a somewhat
questioning but eager look on her face.
“Um…no
thank you,” Michael replied. “Uh…not
tonight.”
Mercy
was slightly disappointed, even though she was sure that would be his
answer. “Then get your meal.”
Michael
looked down at the table. “You’re not
eating?”
“I
ordered. They’re going to bring it out
for me. It’s one of the perks of knowing
the owner.”
Michael
was about to ask about the girl that had stopped him, but he didn’t. He turned his high heeled feet in the
direction of the front of the store to get what he wanted.
Mercy
watched him walking away. She watched
him even more intently than she had when he had approached. Something told her the little twerp might be
holding out on her.
Was it
possible to be more embarrassed than he already was? Not as far as he could see. It was dinner time and the place was
packed. He had to wait in a long line
before he could order. Everyone in that
line had turned to look at him. Young
kids had pointed at him. Many of the people…mostly
the women he noted…had laughed at him.
The men…they mostly looked very disgusted at him. Yet he had to stand there in line with all of
them, and let them gawk, and laugh, and throw him dirty looks.
Finally
it was his turn. The girl who took his
order was young. He thought she
resembled the other girl who had spoken to him earlier. This one smiled very broadly at him, but
otherwise didn’t comment on his appearance at all. After ordering, he had to stand there and
wait…and wait…until his order was filled.
More time for everyone to gawk at him.
He felt so small. So
insignificant. So…embarrassed! Finally, getting his food and his drink, he
carried his tray back toward Mistress.
Mercy
watched him approaching. Yeah, there was
no doubt about what she was seeing. The
little twerp had only gotten those shoes a few nights ago, but he was walking
far better in them than she would have figured.
Of course, he wasn’t walking at all like she wanted him to walk in them,
but still, he was already far too used to them.
The little twerp had been practicing!
“You
still don’t have your dinner?” Michael asked as he set his tray down and sat in
the booth across from her.
“It
will be here…. Ah, here it comes now.”
Meghan
carried her aunt’s tray and set it on the table. She took the time to study the little guy
with the bow again.
“Thank
you dear,” Mercy said with a fond smile.
Meghan
paid her no attention. On a whim, she
suddenly slid in to the booth right next to her aunt.
“What
are you doing? Go back to work!”
“No! I want to stay. I want to watch.”
“No! You know better!”
“Meghan!”
Donna’s voice cut through the restaurant.
She was hurrying toward her daughter.
“Get out of there and get back to work!”
Meghan
reluctantly got up from the seat. “See
ya’” she said. She tossed a sly smile at
the guy with the bow, then hurried away.
“Get!”
Donna chastised her lightly as her daughter hurried past her. She continued on toward her sister with the
little guy. “Sorry about that,” she
said. “She grabbed the tray and was gone
before I had a chance to bring it myself.”
“It’s
okay,” Mercy replied. “But she’s getting
more and more curious. Earlier, she was
trying very hard to find out where I live.”
Donna
shook her head. “That girl!”
“She’s
a teenager!”
“But
she doesn’t need those kind of things on her mind!” With a nod, she left to go back to work.
Mercy
studied the twerp. He hadn’t started
eating yet. “Eat up,” she said. “We have a little trip to make as soon as
we’re done here.”
Michael’s
stomach gave a major lurch. A trip? Somewhere else in public…dressed like he
was? He couldn’t imagine it. Then he
remembered exactly where he already was, and what he had already been through
that night. And she wanted to do it
again? He suddenly didn’t feel like
eating. He stared at Mistress as she
grabbed her huge sandwich and took a big bite.
He felt more sick than anything else.
He stuck a French fry in his mouth in an attempt to eat.
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