Mercy Me
By Karen
Singer
Chapter 1
Mercy
stopped her pickup truck just before turning into her driveway and stared at
the house across the street. It had been
for sale for almost a year now, the previous owners having moved away long ago. But now, today, she couldn’t help but notice
the “Sold” notice stuck on the realtor’s sign on the front lawn. She wondered how much the previous owners had
finally brought the price down before it finally sold. After all that time, it had to have been a
lot. Quite likely, they were taking a
loss on the house.
She
knew there was nothing at all wrong with the house itself. Nothing!
In fact, it was quite a nice house.
She had even been into it once.
No, the problem wasn’t with the house at all, it was with the
neighborhood it was in. In fact, the
problem wasn’t with the neighborhood, the problem was with one particular
neighbor. Her! She was the reason that house hadn’t sold for
so long, and in truth, she didn’t care one fig!
She was going to live the way she wanted, and do what she wanted, and
there was nothing that anyone could do about it…as long as she stayed on the
right side of the law.
She had
even seen a police car parked down the street a few times, just to “observe”
what was going on at her house. But in
the end, there was nothing they could arrest her for, so the police cars had
stayed parked a few houses away, and nothing had ever happened…except that the
rest of the neighbors weren’t happy in the least. Tough!
She was happy, and that’s all that mattered.
She
pulled her pickup truck into the driveway and parked it there. She pressed the remote control clipped to her
truck’s sun visor and her garage door started opening while she grabbed her
lunch box and climbed out. She entered
her workshop that took up her entire two-car garage, her eyes glancing over all
her tools and equipment as she walked through.
Before going into the kitchen, she pressed the remote attached to the
wall and the garage door began closing after her. It was Thursday evening. Her four-day, twelve hour shifts working
maintenance for the factory were done for the week. She could relax and enjoy herself for the
next three days.
But
enjoying herself, or even relaxing, wasn’t the same for her as it was for most
other women. In her bedroom, she changed
out of her work clothes and into her workout clothes. She went into one of her spare bedrooms where
she had set up her gym and started lifting weights, trying to increase her
muscle mass.
As she
worked, her thoughts turned to her coworkers at work. She was the only woman on the crew. In fact, there were very few female
maintenance people in the business.
Perhaps in the entire country…or world.
It was a very male dominated occupation.
But she prided herself in not only keeping up with all the men, but
doing better at the job than any of them.
Simply because she was a woman, she had always had to prove herself as
being better than any of them, just to keep her job. And she was better than them – in every
way! At least as far as she was
concerned. There were a few guys on the
crew that she figured could probably out lift her and were stronger, but not
many. She could whip the butt of any of
the others, and in truth, she’d really love half the chance to actually do it. But some of those others had gotten raises and
promotions sooner and faster than she had, even though she had more skills than
they had. She had been passed over, only
because she was a woman, and they were men.
Men! She hated every last one of
them!
From
the weights, she moved onto the heavy bag where she started punching away. As she worked, her thoughts turned to other
things. She needed to find some new
gardeners. Not just gardeners, but help. Someone to cut her grass and keep the place
looking good – inside as well as out.
Her last two had quit. Not
because of her, but because of life. One
had to move because his company had sent him to another office in another city
to work, and her last one had lost his job and had to take a job that
completely conflicted with her schedule.
Unfortunately, she had been lazy and too distracted by other things to
go looking for anyone else to fill their places. And filling their places wouldn’t be
easy. She smiled. Finding and breaking in the new help though
was always so much fun. It was really
about time she treated herself to that pleasure anyway. There were one or two possibilities she had
been looking at, and one in particular.
Perhaps it was time to look a little closer at him.
With
her workout done, she took a shower and cleaned off, washing the sweat and dirt
from the day off her body. She dried her
short hair with a towel, but did nothing else with it. She donned a pair of shorts and a t-shirt
without a bra underneath. Leaving her
feet bare, she went into the kitchen where she pulled some left-overs out of
her refrigerator and heated them up.
When they were ready, she brought her dinner to the table where she
opened her laptop and entered one of her favorite chat sites. Now, were any of the people she was
interested in, online yet? Especially
that one.
She
spent a few minutes searching around, looking closely at the internet
identities of the people entering comments.
She ate her dinner, barely noting what she was eating. There!
There was the one she was the most interested in. MH3516.
And better still, he was looking for her! Perfect!
She
typed a message to him, and a few minutes later, they were in a more private
space where they could send messages back and forth. They talked on-line for a few minutes, then
she asked: Would you be willing to meet in person?
Absolutely.
I can’t wait. MH3516
replied. Where and when?
Tonight? she asked.
Sure!
Mercy was
pleased, and now anxious. Do you know where the Burger King is on Highway
277?
Of course, MH3516 replied. I live
only a few minutes from there.
Better
and better! Be there at nine o’clock. Sharp!
she replied. Stand outside by the door for at least fifteen minutes. Then go inside and order yourself an extra-large
size drink. Take it to one of the tables
and drink all of it. When you’re done,
pull the straw out of the drink and wait for me. I’ll find you. I’ll be watching you the entire time. Is that clear? I expect you to do everything I tell you to
do – immediately, with no complaints.
I’ll be there. I can’t wait! he replied.
But first, she added. We need
to set some ground rules. I expect you
to be wearing a pair of women’s panties under your pants. You said before that you had some.
I do, and I will, MH3516 replied.
Good!
Also, so I know for sure that it’s you, I expect you to arrive with a bow
in your hair – and keep it there! Can
you do that?
I’m so sorry, MH3516 replied. I don’t
have a bow of any kind.
Then get one! Any little girl hair bow will do. Just make sure it’s in your hair before you
arrive and that it can’t be missed.
Understand?
Yes Mistress.
Good!
Remember, I’ll be there, and I’ll be watching you the entire time. I will contact you – eventually.
She
closed the laptop. The date was
set. She figured it should be
interesting. She grabbed her cellphone
and called her sister. “Donna… I’ve got another one lined up for
tonight. I just wanted to warn you.”
“Geez. It’s been a long time for you now sis,” Donna
replied. “What time will you be here?”
“A little before nine.”
“Okay.
See you then.”
It was
on. It was time for some new fun.
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Michael
Hammond was excited. Finally, he was
going to meet the dom of his dreams.
Finally, all his fantasies were going to come true! He really didn’t know much at all about
Cruel1215, but from everything he had read from her, she had to be fantastic!
She
wanted him to wear his panties.
Absolutely! She wanted him to put
a bow in his hair. That part was more
troubling. A lot more troubling. Totally humiliating. And she wanted him to stand around and let
everyone see him wearing the bow as they came in and out of the restaurant –
before he even went inside. But the fact
that it was so humiliating, had him more excited than he had ever been.
He was
very tempted to go and masturbate immediately, but he put it off, deciding to
wait so he could enjoy meeting her more later.
He didn’t want to ruin anything too soon. But he had to find – a girl’s hair bow. Where the heck would he find something like
that?
He got
in his car and went shopping, not having a clue where to even start
looking. He found a drug store. They had hair stuff in there. Did they have hair bows? He went in feeling totally embarrassed to be
looking for something like that, yet all too excited too. Soon, soon he would have to be wearing
whatever bow he found – in public! His
excitement was almost more than he could stand.
He
finally found one in the section that had hair clips and hair pins. It was a simple white bow with a clip on the
back. Not big at all, but to him, it
screamed – embarrassing! Almost cuming
in his pants, he carried it quickly to the checkout counter. He was totally embarrassed as the girl rang
the purchase up, yet the girl didn’t blink an eye or say a word. She handed him his change and he hurried out
of the store with his purchase. Now he
just had to wait until nine o’clock…and he couldn’t wait!
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“So they gave Harvey the raise instead of
you?” Donna asked.
“I could have killed someone I was so mad,”
Mercy replied. “Harvey can’t do half the
electrical stuff I can, and he welds like a beginner! But he got the raise and I didn’t!”
Mercy
and her sister were sitting at one of the tables in Burger King where Donna was
the store owner and manager. “Maybe
you’ve been coming off as being too dominant again,” Donna suggested. “Trying to push the others around too much.”
“Nah!
I’ve been good. They all treat me
like just one of the guys now. Management
just doesn’t like it that I’m a woman, and that’s that!”
Her
eyes were pulled by a small, battered looking car pulling into one of the
parking places closest to the door. She
checked her watch, five minutes before nine.
Still too early.
“So what are you going to do?” Donna asked.
“What can I do?” Mercy replied. “I’m stuck!
Till I can either show them how good I am, or until I actually do kill
one of them…which is what I’d really like to do.” Why wasn’t anyone getting out of that car?
“I don’t know why you’re getting so upset
about it,” Donna said. “You make a ton
of money already in that job.”
“Maintenance pays good,” Mercy admitted, “but
that has nothing at all to do with someone else getting a raise who doesn’t
deserve it as much as I do. I’ve got
good reason to hit someone.” Her eyes
though never strayed from the inside of the car she was watching. And inside the car, she now saw something
that caught her attention.
“Now don’t get…”
“Wait!” Mercy interrupted her. “I think he’s here.” She watched as the guy in the car messed with
his hair. When he finally took his hands
away, she could just see something white stuck on top of his head. “That’s got to be him,” she said. But she was perturbed. She had clearly told him to show up with the
bow already in his hair, yet she had just seen him putting it on, here in the
parking lot. So far, things weren’t
looking good for him. She kept watching,
and still he wasn’t getting out of his car.
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At nine
o’clock, Michael opened his car door and got out. He was so nervous he almost couldn’t stand
it. Was she there? Could she see him? He had looked thought the windows at the
people inside the store while he was still in the car. He didn’t see any women sitting by
themselves. He stood near the door like
she had told him and looked at the cars in the parking lot, but he didn’t see
anyone waiting in one of the cars either.
She probably wasn’t even there yet.
Should he get back into his car and wait, or stand there like a total
fool and wait for her to arrive. But
what if she showed up suddenly and didn’t see him there when he was supposed to
be. He decided his best course of action
was to stand there with the bow in his hair, and wait, just like she had ordered.
Who was
she? What was her name? What would she look like? In his mind, he just knew she was someone
beautiful. Exotic. Sexy!
Would she be wearing leather when they met? Would she be wearing high spike heeled boots? His mind was going into overdrive thinking
about all of it.
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“Little twerp, isn’t he,” Donna noted.
“Yeah.
Real little! Is he even out of
grammar school yet?”
Donna
smirked at her sister. “Maybe, but not
by much,” she replied.
The two
of them continued to sit there and talk while they both kept half an eye on the
stupid little guy out front with the bow in his hair.
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Michael
checked his watch – again. Nine fifteen. It was time – finally! He hurried into the store, and like she had
told him to do, ordered an extra-large drink.
His knees were shaking as the girl behind the counter stared strangely
at the white bow in his hair.
Fortunately, she didn’t say anything about it, she just stared at it…too
much. And so did a few of the other workers
behind the counter. He took his cup and
filled it with Coke, put a lid on it, stuck a straw in it, and carried it to
one of the tables as far away from any of the other customers as he could get.
He told
himself that being further away from anyone else would make it easier for him
and his new mistress to talk. Of course,
what he was also thinking was that with that hair bow in his hair, he was
hoping fewer people would notice him where he was sitting.
Not
that there were that many people in the place.
There were only a few people sitting there. He looked all around again, but didn’t see
any sexy single women at all. In fact,
the only women he saw were the two older ones sitting at one of the tables, and
one of them had a Burger King uniform on, making him think she might have been
the store manager. So no, whoever this
new mistress was, she wasn’t there yet.
Was she even going to come? He
was beginning to doubt it. She had sent
him on a fool’s errand, and he, being a total fool, had fell for it.
Hoping
that he was wrong, he sat there and drank the entire extra-large drink. Then, just like he had been told to do, he
pulled the straw out of the cup. He’d
give her five minutes. Just five minutes,
then he was going to leave. He was so
disappointed!
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“He just removed the straw,” Donna told her
sister. “He looks a bit disappointed.”
Mercy
smiled. “Time to go rattle his ego.”
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Michael
was getting ready to leave, when the woman who had been sitting at that table
with the store manager walked over to him and sat down. He was more surprised by the woman’s
size. Big! Not fat at all, but tall! And…almost bulky. He was totally shocked. “You’re Cruel1215?” he asked.
“You were expecting a Playboy bunny?”
“Uh…not exactly.”
She
looked at the white bow in his longish stringy hair. “You were supposed to arrive here, with that
silly bow already in your hair. Not put
it in while you were sitting in the parking lot.”
He was
shocked again. “You saw that?”
“Of course I saw it…twerp!”
He
didn’t know what to do. “Sorry,
Mistress,” he apologized. He held out
his hand across the table. “I’m…”
“No!” she stopped him suddenly. “I don’t want to know your name. I don’t care what your name is. I’ll call you whatever the hell I want.”
His
eyes were wide. Damn! She was nothing at all like he expected.
“So tell me,” she said. “How old are you? Are you even old enough to drive?”
He was
a bit offended. “I’m twenty-four,” he
replied.
She
shook her head. “Damn you’re scrawny.”
He was
embarrassed. “I’m…small,” he replied.
“You think?
That much is obvious. Did the
other kids pick on you in school?”
His
embarrassment increased. “Uh…yeah.”
She
nodded. “I have no doubt. And tell me, when they picked on you, did you
like it? Did it turn you on?”
How
could she know that? “Uh…most of the
time, no. But…it kind of depended.”
“On what?”
“On who was doing it.”
“The girls?”
“Uh…yeah.
Kind of.”
She nodded. “So when the girls picked on you, it turned
you on.”
“Uh…sometimes.”
“So tell me twerp, what actual experience do
you have with this stuff…beyond the girls picking on you when you were in
school?”
“Um…none really.”
“And yet on the internet you said you wanted
to be abused. You wanted to be
humiliated with no limits at all. You
wanted to be put in horrible torturous bondage for days on end.”
He was
more excited now. “Yes! That’s what I want.”
“But you’ve got no actual experience with any
of that at all?”
“Uh…no.”
She
rolled her eyes. He was so stupid. So young.
So dumb! “Did you wear the
panties like I told you?”
He
brightened quickly. “Yes!”
“I want to see them. Go to the men’s room and take them off. And don’t pee while you’re there. After that large drink you just finished, I’d
rather see you suffer and hold it than be able to relieve yourself.” When he didn’t move, she yelled, “Go! I’m not going to wait all night.”
Michael
hurried toward the men’s room. She was
nothing at all like he expected. She
wasn’t beautiful and sexy at all. She
was just…big! Imposing! She was demanding though. And scary too. Absolutely dominating! So maybe, this could kind of work out. Maybe.
Once in
the stall, he removed his pants and removed the white lacy panties he was
wearing…his pride and joy. He had
quickly snatched them up while going through Walmart one day and it took all
his willpower to say nothing while the cashier rang up the sale…along with a
lot of other things he had bought. He
had worn them a lot in the privacy of his apartment ever since. He put his pants back on and stuffed the
panties into his pocket and went back out.
“Where the hell are your panties?” Mercy asked as he sat down.
He
pulled them from his pocket, rolled into a ball and passed them across the
table to her.
“They’re just panties,” she told him, amused
by how embarrassed he seemed to be.
“They’re not radioactive. At
least they better not be.” She spread
them out so she could see them. Not
bad. Not bad at all. But twerps like him always went for the
really lacy stuff. She laid them out on
the table right in front of him.
“So tell me,” she said. What things turn you on the most? What is it you’re looking for?”
“I love…everything!” he replied. “I get really turned on by all the really
cool bondage pictures, especially the ones where the victims are trapped in
some kind of cool device or machine.”
A
bondage freak. That was good, she could
definitely work with that. “How about
anything else?” she asked. “You did have
that pair of panties.”
“Yeah!
And just wearing them drives me crazy like you wouldn’t believe!”
“How about anything else then? Any skirts?
Any shoes? Makeup?”
He
shook his head. “No. I never got any.”
“Why not?”
“I…didn’t know what to get.”
“You get anything that turns you on!” Geez, the kid was green! “Okay,” she said. “So tell me.
What limits do you have?”
“Limits?”
“Limits!
What are you against? What won’t
you do? I know you said in some of your
posts that you don’t have any limits, but that means nothing. So what limits do you really have?”
“Uh…I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
She
shook her head. “So if I tell you to
stick your head in a noose and hang yourself until you’re dead, you’d do it?”
He was
suddenly much more uncertain.
“Uh…no. Of course not.”
She
shook her head. “So you do have limits.”
“Uh…I guess.”
“You guess.”
She shook her head again and watched as he squirmed in his seat a little. “Let me guess,” she said as she looked at
him. “You’ve got to pee.”
“Uh…yeah.
After that large drink….”
Mercy
picked up the panties from the table.
She grabbed his empty cup and took the lid off. She looked inside. It was filled with too much ice. She carried the cup to the trash can and
dumped out the ice. Then she brought it
back to the table where she stuffed the panties down into the cup. She handed it to him. “Go to the men’s room and fill this cup with
your pee. And I mean fill it! Don’t let any of it get into the toilet. I want it all in that cup.”
He
gulped with wide eyes.
“Go! Do
it! You’re the one who said he has no
limits.”
Frightened,
he got up and carried the cup all the way into the restroom. Would anyone else there know what he was
doing? Fortunately, there were even less
people in the place now than there were before.
Once in the stall, he pulled his pants down and peed into the cup –
fully afraid of what she was going to make him do. The cup was more than big enough for him to
pee into. When he was done, his pee
half-filled the cup. Nervously, he
carried it back out to her.
Mercy
took the cup from him and removed the lid.
Ugh! It smelled. Just like she expected it to. There wasn’t as much in it as she would have
liked, but it was a really big cup. She
put the lid back on, stuck the straw into it, and passed it over to him. “Start drinking.”
Michael’s
hands shook as he grabbed the cup. She
really expected him to drink that? Of
course she did.
“I thought you said you had no limits…other
than hanging yourself I guess,” Mercy said.
“Show me!”
Michael
had to work up the courage. He put his
lips over the straw and pulled some of the pee into his mouth. Ugh!
Sickening!
“Keep going!
Drink faster!”
He
pulled harder, taking a really big mouthful…and he swallowed. Damn!
He was drinking his own pee – out in public!
She sat
and watched him for a few minutes. “So,
you have no limits…I’m guessing…other than something that might kill you, or
maim you for life.”
He felt
much more on solid ground with that.
“Absolutely.”
“You’re sitting there drinking your own pee,”
she said. “What if it was mine?”
“Uh…I’d drink it if you ordered me too.”
“What if I peed right in your mouth?”
“Uh…I guess.”
“What if I took a shit right in your mouth?”
He
looked totally horrified.
“You’ve got limits. You just think you don’t! Keep drinking! You’re not getting out of here until it’s
done!”
She
frightened him. He was sure about
that.
He
finally got down to where he was having trouble drinking any more as the straw
was blocked by the panties in the bottom of the cup. Mercy took the cup from him and removed the
lid. He had drank almost all of it. All that he could get anyway. She reached down into the cup. “Open your mouth,” she ordered.
He was
shocked.
“I said open your mouth, twerp. Do it now, or don’t ever think about trying
anything with me again!”
Never? This had been his one chance. She was the first person he had ever tried to
get to dominate him. Did he want to
continue? She wasn’t anything like any
of the other dom women on the internet seemed to be.
She
shook her head. “Open your mouth, or get
up from the table and leave.”
He
finally opened his mouth.
She
pulled his pee dripping panties out of the cup, and stuffed them completely
into his mouth. “Close!” she ordered.
Michael
closed his mouth. The pee was dripping
down his throat and he was forced to swallow several times.
Mercy
leaned across the table. “Listen up
twerp. You’re too young. Too green.
Too stupid. I suggest you go home
to your mother and never think about doing anything like this again. Now keep those panties in your mouth until
you get home, and get the hell out of here!”
Michael,
panties still filling his mouth, got up from the table as fast as he could and
ran for his car. He was out of the parking
lot in record time. But now that he was
gone, what was he supposed to do with the panties in his mouth. He was halfway home before he removed them.
Mercy
had watched him hurrying away. She had
planned on turning him down all along.
She would see what would happen with him now on the internet. The fresh green ones were always so much fun
to break in. And tonight had certainly
been amusing.
Now she
would see. It would take a few more
days, but she would see. She had no
doubt that given a week, probably less, that little twerp would be in her grip
and she could have lots of fun with him – doing things with him that he never
dreamed of! And the little twerp was
really going to be in for a surprise, because as far as Mercy was concerned,
she was probably the most misnamed person ever.
As far as she knew, if there was one thing she was very well known for,
it was NOT showing mercy!
