The
Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen
Singer
Chapter
2 – Part 2 of 2
I had just pulled
my sweatshirt off to remove my bra when she barged into my bedroom. “Mister Mike, do you have…” she was saying as
she entered. And then she saw me in my
bra and stopped dead, a look of surprise filled her face. Her look of surprise turned into a big
smile. “I knew it!” she exclaimed.
“Ashley! What are you doing? I had that door closed!”
“Sorry,” she replied. “I guess I’m just used to opening our bedroom
door whenever Chris has it closed.” Her
smile came back as she walked over to me.
“See, I was right. You like
bras. So like I said earlier, what else
were you wearing?”
“Ashley…I don’t want to talk about this. I can’t talk about it. So please leave me alone for a while. Just…go watch TV.”
“No,” she said as she started looking around
the room. “I’m curious, that’s all.”
“About what?”
“What you were wearing.”
“This bra!”
“I mean more than that. I rang your doorbell and pounded on the door
like two dozen times.”
“It wasn’t that much!”
“Seemed like it. And it’s damn cold out there. So what else were you wearing?”
“Nothing!
I was getting ready to take a shower.”
“With that bra on? I don’t think so.” She quickly headed for my closet. “Did you put it all in here?”
“Ashley….don’t!”
She opened the
closet door, and stared. “Aha! Found it!”
“Ashley!”
She ignored me as
she went into my walk-in closet and looked at everything on the floor. She picked up my black skirt and held it up
as she turned toward me. “Nice,” she
said with a bit of a giggle. She threw
the skirt over her arm and grabbed my peasant blouse. “Pretty,” she proclaimed. “Where’d you get it?”
“Ashley…”
She threw the
blouse over her arm with the skirt and reached down to the floor again and
brought up my five inch T-strap pumps.
She turned around again toward me.
“Wow!” she said, laughing now.
You really do like high heels! I
can’t even imagine myself wearing these.
If I did, I’d break my ankle.”
“Ashley, please put all that back and just
leave. Please…”
But she ignored
me and turned around again. “What the
hell?” She reached down to the floor
again and brought up my two homemade breast forms. She turned around and stared at me with a
look of amazement on her face. “You use
these to stuff your bra?”
Ugh! I was getting angrier. “Yes!
Now please just put it all back.
“Put them in!” she said as she literally threw
them at me. “I want to see.” And then she giggled again.
“No! Now stop it!” I threw the breast forms back into the floor
of the closet. “Now get out of there!”
But she was
ignoring me again. She turned to look
back in the closet to see if she had missed anything, and then she reached down
one more time, and I nearly died.
“Ashley…don’t…”
But it was too
late. She turned around with something
else in her hand. “What on earth is
this?”
I went over to
her and grabbed everything from her and threw it all back onto the closet
floor. “Just leave it all alone.”
“No!” she said as she turned back and picked
up what she had grabbed before. “I want
to know what this is.” And then I saw
her accidently separate the thick straps as she pulled on them…and she realized
that it wasn’t one item but two.
“Two? What on earth?”
“Ashley…” I said yet again as I tried to take
them from her. But she kept them out of
my reach and scurried out of the closet.
“Just put them back.”
“No. I
want to know what they are. What do you
use them for?”
“Ashley, I don’t…”
“Tell me!” she insisted.
“Ashley…”
“What are they?”
Oh boy! I sighed with frustration. “They’re shoe locks,” I told her, just
wanting her to put them down and go away.
“Shoe locks?
What the hell are shoe locks?”
“They’re so I can’t remove my shoes once I put
them on.”
She looked at me
with a look of disbelief. “What do you
mean?” And then before I could reply, I
saw her face change. “You mean….” And she broke out laughing. “I want to see, I want to see!”
“No!
Now just give them to me and go away!”
“No! I
want to see!” she laughed. She ran back
to my closet and pulled out my T-straps.
“Put them on!” she said, all too delightedly.
“No!
I’m not…”
“Put them on!” she insisted, holding them out
to me with one hand while she kept the shoe locks away from me in her other
hand.
“No!
Ashley, I’m not…”
“I want to see how they work. Show me!”
“Ashley.
No. Now please just go away and
leave me alone.”
“No.
Not till you show me how they work.”
I looked at her,
not knowing what to do.
“I mean it,” she said. “I’m not leaving until you show me how they
work.”
Ugh! “Okay,” I said, against my better
judgement. I just wanted her to leave me
alone so I could get my diapers off before things got even worse. I took the shoes from her and sat down on the
chair in my room to put them on…to the sound of her giggling. But the minute I looked at the socks on my
feet I realized something else. If I
took my socks off, she’d see the pantyhose I still had on underneath. “No!” I said quickly.
“Oh come on!
Just do it,” she said.
“No!” I replied, getting to my feet. “Now give me those things back!”
“No!” she said with a laugh and moved to the
other side of the room before I could grab her.
“Hey, you’ve got your own bathroom in here?” I saw her go in. “Wow!
It’s big! Hey…you left your
makeup out.” Once again I heard her
laughing.
“Ashley…”
She came out of
the bathroom holding the shoe locks in one hand, and my red lipstick in her
other. “Come here,” she said, laughing
all too delightedly. “Let me put this on
you.”
“No!
Ashley…” But she was still coming
at me with that red lipstick held out…and my shoe locks held back away from
me. “Stop!” I said, but she was too
excited to stop.
“Let me put it on you,” she laughed
again.
“No!” I
managed to grab her hand with the lipstick and pull it out of her hand.
“Oh, you’re going to put it on yourself? That’s even better!”
“No, I’m not!” I said as I put the lipstick
down on my dresser. “Now give me those
shoe locks!”
“Not until you agree to put them on and
show me how they work.” As I tried to
reach for them, she laughed again and headed for the other side of the
room. “Hey,” she said. “I wonder what else you’ve got in here.” With that, she quickly turned around and
opened my top dresser drawer.
“Ashley, stop!” I went over and closed the drawer, but she
ran to my closet again and started digging around. “Get out of there!”
“Nope!
Not till you show me how these things work! Hey look!
Dresses!”
“Ashleeeey!”
I was getting more perturbed by the minute, and she was all too
delighted with the situation. And then I
saw her come out of my closet with my two dresses in her hand.”
“Give me those!” I said.
She laughed as
she went over and dropped them on the bed.
I grabbed them and took them back to the closet. But when I returned, she was going through my
dresser drawers again and moving everything around. “Stop that!”
When I tried to
close the drawer she had been going through, she ran for the closet again. Oh God!
Before I could get there, she had my short red skirt and my long plaid
skirt that I had hung up in there in her hands and she headed for the bed where
she threw them down.
“Stop!” I pleaded.
“Nope!” she replied. “Not till you show me how these things
work.” She held up the shoe locks still
in her hand.
“Okay!
If I show you, will you just stop and get out of here?”
“I said I would, didn’t I? I just want to see how they work.”
Ugh! I went back to my chair and sat down. She came close, but not close enough for me
to grab those shoe locks from her. I
paused as I looked at the socks on my feet, and thought about the pantyhose I
was wearing underneath. I figured it
would be better to tell her now than let her be surprised. “Um…I’ve got pantyhose on under my socks,” I
said.
“I’m not the least bit surprised,” she replied
teasingly.
Ugh! I reached down and pulled one sock off…and
was amazed when all she did was let out a small giggle. I pulled the other sock off and she didn’t
make any comment about that at all. I
picked up my left T-strap and slipped my foot into it, setting it down on the
floor and bending over to buckle it on.
When I looked up afterward, she was closer and her eyes were as wide as
saucers. I grabbed the other shoe and
put that one on too.
She giggled. “And you can walk in those things?”
“It’s no big deal. Believe me!” I told her, trying to make it
sound like less than it actually was.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Stand up and show me. I want to see you walk in those things.”
“It’s no big deal,” I said again.
“Then show me how you do it?”
I sighed, then
stood up. She quickly moved
backwards. “Now walk,” she said.
So I did. I walked over towards her, then I walked
around the room. “See. No big deal.
Now can I take these things off?”
“Not yet!
Not till you show me how these things work.”
The stupid girl
wasn’t going to let it alone. I went
back over to my chair and sat down.
“Okay,” I said. “Give me the
straps. And after this, you leave me
alone!”
“Sure.
No problem,” she replied. “I just
want to see how they work.”
I wasn’t happy
about things at all. “Okay, then give
them to me.”
She finally came
over and handed them to me, but she stayed where she could watch closely.
I sorted the
different straps out and chose one of them.
I buckled the two straps on the wide part tightly around my left ankle,
then I took the other one and did the same on my right ankle. I went back to the left shoe and fished the
remaining strap under the instep of the shoe then up to the wide strap around
my ankle. I pushed the holes in the
strap over the two metal loops sticking out from the wide ankle strap, ran the
end of the strap through a smaller loop just above them, bent it over and
pulled it down again over those same two metal loops I had hooked the strap
over before.
“There,” I said. “That’s how it works. With this strap under here, the heel keeps me
from slipping the strap off, and as you can see, it certainly can’t go the
other way either.”
“But you said they keep you from taking your
shoes off,” she complained. “That’s not
what I thought they would do. All you
have to do is unbuckle the things.”
“No,” I said showing her the remaining flap
that closed over top of all the buckles and straps. “See, this flap covers everything…like that,”
I said as I pulled it tight and slipped the holes in it over the larger metal
loops I had already put the strap through.
The loops stuck out just far enough from the leather that I could get
the hasp of the locks through them.
“And what are those metal things still
sticking out for?”
“That’s where you put the locks so you can’t
open the flap and get at the rest of it.”
“Locks?
Where are they?”
“We don’t need them,” I told her. “You can see how it works.”
“No I can’t!
Now where’s the locks?”
I could see she
wasn’t going to be happy until I showed it all to her. I got up from my chair and went to my bottom
dresser drawer.
“I didn’t get a chance to look into that one,”
she giggled.
From the bottom
corner, I pulled out four of the tiny padlocks I had in there. I carried them back to my chair.
“Here,” she said as she held out her hand,
“let me hold them for you.”
Since it was an
awkward handful, I let her take the locks, keeping only one to work with. I opened the lock and removed the key. She held out her hand again and I
automatically deposited the key into it so I could more easily fasten the lock. I slipped it through the first loop and
locked it tight. She held out the second
lock for me, already open and with the key removed. Slipping the lock into place and locking it
took only a matter of seconds.
“Now the other one,” she said, all too
delightedly.
I fished the
strap from my right shoe where it needed to go, and got everything into place. She handed me one open lock at a time and I
quickly inserted them and clicked them shut.
“There,” I said. “Now they won’t come off.”
She giggled as
she knelt down and grabbed my left foot.
She pulled on my shoe several different ways, but it wouldn’t budge. She tried moving the straps too, but they
obviously weren’t going anywhere. She
even tried unbuckling my shoe and did everything she could to remove it, but of
course it wouldn’t budge at all. She
laughed again as she rebuckled my shoe.
“That’s pretty good. And you
really can’t get out of them?”
“No, of course not. You just tested it.”
She laughed as
she stood up and backed away. “So let me
see you walk in them again.”
I shook my
head. “The shoe locks don’t affect how I
walk in them at all. They just prevent
me from removing the shoes.”
“Let me see anyway,” she insisted.
“What for?”
“‘Cause I want to see.”
“No.
Just give me the keys back now.
You’ve seen how they work.”
She backed up
further and held the keys out in her hand.
“Come get them,” she giggled.
I got up and
walked over to her, but before I could grab the keys, she closed her hand and
came over right next to me. “Hold
still,” she said. I stood there and watched
as she pulled my pants legs up so she could see the shoes and the locks
better. She knelt down and examined the
shoe locks up close all over again.
“Geez!” she said, that’s pretty cool.”
“Can I have the keys back now?” I asked.
She pulled my
pants leg back down covering most of the shoe lock and part of my T-Strap as
well. But then she reached up to grab my
pants to help steady herself as she stood back up. She stood up, but instead of giving me back
the keys, she started patting the butt of my pants.
“Hey!
Stop that,” I said as I moved quickly away from her.
“What the hell do you have under there?” she
asked.
“Nothing!” I replied
“Don’t tell me that. Whatever it was, it felt awfully thick.”
“Please just give me the keys back and leave
me alone!”
She shook her
head. “No way! Not until you show me what’s under your
pants.”
“No!
You said you’d give me the keys back if I showed you how the shoe locks
work.”
She smiled. “And I’ve gotta admit, they’re really pretty
cool. But now I want to see what you’ve
got on under your pants, and you’re not getting the keys back until I see.”
“No!
Give me the keys!”
“Not on your life!” she laughed.
“Ashley!”
I headed for her, but she ran giggling out of the room. Still wearing only that bra on the top half
of my body, I followed as fast as I could.
“Can you catch me in those shoes?” she teased
from the other end of the hallway. She
held the keys up to tease me again.
I followed as
quick as I could, but by the time I reached the other end of the hall, she was
already at the far side of the living room waiting for me. “Ashley!”
But she was
having too much fun. “Show me what’s
under your pants.”
“No way!”
“Then you’re not getting your keys back,” she
laughed. Then her eyes got real
wide. “Either show me what’s under your
pants, or I’ll take the keys back to my house next door and leave them with
Chris.”
“Don’t even joke like that,” I told her.
“Who’s joking?
You gonna show me, or not?”
“No!
Now give me those…”
But now she was
running around the opposite side of the living room, past me, and heading
towards the front door. “Ashleeey!” And then she opened the door and ran outside,
still laughing. “Ashley!” I couldn’t believe this girl. What the heck had gotten into her? The front door was still open. Since I was still only wearing a bra on top,
I stopped just inside the doorway, using the wall to hide myself as much as I
could. She was halfway down my front
sidewalk.
“Coming out?” she teased as she pulled her
sweater tighter around her and held it closed with one hand.
“No! Of
course not!”
“Awww!
You can do it. Come get
them. I’m sure everybody would like to
see your bra and those pretty shoes.”
Then she held the keys up to tease me with them again.
“No.
Bring them back!”
“No!
Show me what’s under your pants.”
No way! Now give me the keys!”
“I already told you, not till you show me what
you’re wearing.”
“I can’t!”
“Don’t give me that.” She looked at me all too seriously. “Either show me, or I’m going back home. And I’m sure Chris will absolutely love
everything I can tell him.”
“Don’t joke!
Now this is serious. Bring me
those keys.”
“No!” she replied. “Either you show me what’s under your pants,
or I’m going home. And I’m taking the
keys with me.” She laughed. “You’ll be stuck in those shoes until you
come over there and show me what you’re wearing.” She laughed again. “And of course, Chris will be home too.”
“No!
Now don’t be stupid.” I thought
of something. “Besides, you’re not going
home. You just had another fight with
Chis and said this time you were leaving him.”
Her face suddenly
turned far more serious. “We fight all
the time,” she told me, all too soberly.
“Then please give me back the keys and either
go home and make up with him or stop all this teasing. But give me the keys!”
“She looked at me. “I’m not giving you the keys till I see what
you’re wearing.”
I was so
frustrated. “Damn!” I cursed. “No wonder Chris is so upset with you. You’re impossible!”
“How dare you say that to me. I’m not the one who’s impossible, he is!”
“Then bring me back the keys!”
“Are you going to show me what you’re
wearing?”
“No!”
She shook her
head, then stared at me for a moment.
Her face appeared all too serious…and sad. “See you,” she said as she hung her
head. She turned and started walking
across the lawn toward her house. And I
could see she was really going to do it, and she was really upset about going
back there.
“Where are you going?”
“To go talk to butt-face!” she said angrily.
“Don’t!”
She was almost to
the edge of my property. She turned and
stopped. From my position behind the
wall, I could just barely see her with only my head stuck out the door. “Are you going to show me?”
I considered
it. “No!” I finally said.
She hung her
head, turned and started walking again.
“Ashley!”
But she ignored me and walked out of my sight. My mind was in overdrive. If she went home, then there was no way she
couldn’t tell Chris. Besides, she had
those keys in her hand. He would see
them and ask what they were. “All
right!” I yelled, trying to stick my head out further, trying to see her. “Ashley!
I said I’d do it!”
I was just able
to see her stop and turn toward me. “All
right!” I told her.
But she stayed
right where she was! “Come out here and
tell me!” she called back.
Oh how I was
starting to hate that girl. I looked
around and didn’t see anyone. I stepped
outside and went down the steps just barely onto the sidewalk, far more aware
of just the bra covering my naked chest than the heels locked onto my
feet. The air was far more frigid
against my nearly naked torso than when I was still in the house. “Okay,” I told her. “I’ll show you. Just don’t…”
But I couldn’t finish.
Fortunately, it was enough as she started walking all too slowly back
toward me. I hurried back into the
house.
She finally came
in and I closed the door, but she certainly didn’t look happy. “What’s got you so upset now?” I asked.
“I almost had to go back to butt-head!” she
complained.
Evidently I had
been right. She really would have gone
back to Chris…and told him. “Then why
didn’t you just give me the keys and there would have been no problem?”
“Because you still haven’t shown me what
you’re wearing, and I want to see.”
I shook my head
in frustration. “You and Chis are both
impossible!”
“Don’t you dare compare me to that
shit-head! Ever!” she yelled.
“Whatever,” I told her. “I’m tired of arguing with you.”
“Then drop your pants. Let me see what you’re wearing.”
I stood there and
shook my head. “I don’t want to do
this,” I told her.
“I don’t care.
I don’t want to go back to dick-face either.”
I couldn’t see
what one thing had to do with the other.
“Now for the last time,” she said. “Show me what you’re wearing under there, or
I’m going home to tell Chris.”
Damn her! I took a deep breath, then quickly unfastened
my belt, I undid my pants, and after staring angrily at her for a moment, I
yanked them down to my knees.
She stared at me
for a moment with no change to her face.
Then I saw her look puzzled for a moment like she didn’t understand what
she was seeing under the thin material of my pantyhose. She walked up to me for a closer look. I now saw the look of incredulity on her
face. “Diapers?”
I grabbed my
pants and pulled them back up.
“No!” she said, still trying to stare at my
diapers. She fought with me for a moment
before I let her pull my pants back down to my knees. She continued to stare. She finally looked up at my face, clearly not
believing what she was seeing. “You like
wearing diapers?”
“Yes!” I replied nastily. I started to reach down for my pants.
“No!”
Before I could grab my pants, she dropped to the floor and yanked them
down to my ankles. But in doing so, I
lost my balance in those five inch heels and dropped backward onto my
butt. And to make matters worse, she
took advantage of the situation by grabbing my pants and started to pull them
over my heels to take them off of me.
“No!” I said yet again.
But she wasn’t
listening. I tried to stop her, but off
balance the way I was, it did little good.
Before long, she had my pants in her hand and was standing back away
from me. The only thing left to cover my
diapers now was the nude pantyhose I was wearing…which I already knew did no
good at all.
I got to my
feet. “Now give me those keys!”
“Oh hell no!” she told me. “Not now.
Not since you compared me to dick-face over there. Just for that, you can stay in those things!”
I took an angry
step toward her.
“Don’t you dare!” she said. And then she held the keys up in her hand…and
dropped them all down the front of the top she was wearing, right between her
ample breasts.
I stared at her
in disbelief. “Ashley…”
“Just for that, you can stay like that till I
decide you can have your keys back. With
that, she turned and headed toward the living room, carrying my pants with her.
“Ashley…” I said yet again as I followed her.
“So,” she said without turning around. “Since those diapers are so thick, then I
guess you like wetting them too?” She
threw my pants over the back of the couch and turned to me. “That’s something else I can’t wait to see.”
“Ashley…” I pleaded yet again.
vBut she was moving again, this time toward the
kitchen. “When I accidently barged in on
you earlier, I was just trying to ask if you had anything in the house for
dinner.” She turned to me. “For your sake right now, I certainly hope
so. Because my purse with what little
money I have is still next door, and you’ll have to go out and get me
something…and I’m not giving you those keys!”
“Ashley…” I pleaded yet again.
She sat down at
my kitchen table. “Now what’s for
dinner?”
