Mister Mike - Chapter 6

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 6

     Normalcy.  I squirmed in my desk chair at work and practically breathed it in.  I squirmed, because my backside was still absolutely raw!  Spending the entire night in overly soaked diapers didn’t help that situation one bit.  In fact, it only made it worse.  Did I have diaper rash?  I really couldn’t tell.  I only knew I was awfully raw back there, and it hurt!  Especially to sit on.  But not sitting down wasn’t an option.  I had to work, and if anyone noticed me standing at my desk instead of sitting, they might ask what was going on.  But beyond that, I was at least physically away from Ashley now that I was at work and back in the “normal” world again.  And I was very glad to be there…raw hurting backside or not.

     If I could have gotten away with it just then, I would have taken my shoes off, just for the pleasure of bending and stretching my feet whenever I wanted.  And even there at work, I was very tempted to do just that.  When I had gotten out of bed earlier that morning, I could still see the outline of my T-strap heels against the bare skin of my feet.  That had been a horror I didn’t ever want to revisit again.

     And the perpetrator herself, the monster most people knew as Ashley, was still in my house, and was probably just then getting up out of bed.  I had been extra quiet getting up and out of the house that morning.  In fact I had gotten up earlier than usual and left the house earlier than usual just to avoid her.  I had almost hit her car in my driveway as I backed out of the garage because it never even dawned on me that it would be there. 

     I knew she had to go to work today, so she would be back late again.  I was seriously thinking of leaving the front door open for her when she came home, and go to bed early just to avoid seeing her again.  Anything – to avoid her!  Talk about a nightmare.  I figured I now needed to have a little talk with Chris just to express my sincere sympathies to him for putting up with her as long as he had.  But my one biggest thought about Ashley just then was, would she finally find someplace new to stay – and how soon would she be moving out?

     I squirmed around in my seat again.  There was absolutely no way I could sit comfortably at all.  In fact, I now worried that just sitting on my raw bottom all day would make it even worse.  But what choice did I have?  I looked out through my open office door and didn’t see anybody moving around.  Screw it!  Most likely nobody would need me to get up from my desk anyway.  I pushed my chair back, bent down, and untied my shoes.  A moment later, they were off my feet and I was bending my toes and flexing my feet to my heart’s content.  And since I had gone that far, I got up from my seat for a moment, removed my jacket and loosened my tie before sitting down again.  Maybe my backside was going to keep me in pain all day, but I saw no reason why I couldn’t let my feet feel some semblance of pleasure.  Scooting my chair up to my desk again, I did my best to put up with my painful backside and get to work.

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     I was taking no chances.  After work I stopped and got myself a quick hamburger, then headed straight to the grocery store to stock up as fully as I could.  And with every item I placed in my shopping cart, I prayed she’d be moving out as soon as possible – like tonight!  Actually, I saw no reason why she should possibly need to be there past tomorrow afternoon.  If she couldn’t move out tonight because she got home so late, then she was off all day tomorrow, giving her plenty of time to move out – while I was at work! 

     I went home and put everything away.  After that, I checked the house.  Yes, she was gone.  Yes, the guest bathroom was an absolute mess.  Yes, her room was a mess and her bed wasn’t made.  Yes, my computer was still logged into my account.  And yes, I not only logged off of my computer, I shut the damn thing down!  When I had gotten up that morning, I had simply thrown my pee soaked sheets into the washer, but didn’t dare start it for fear it might wake her up.  I finally got that load of wash going and put another set of clean sheets on my bed.  Since it was Monday night, I went around the house and collected everything from my few trash bins and took all the trash outside.  Then I pulled the big trashcan out to the curb where it would be picked up sometime tomorrow. 

     With my backside still raw and irritated, I changed clothes and went out to work on my printer stand for an hour – but no longer.  I came back in and finished the wash, finally folding and putting away that set of now clean sheets.  Then I wrote a note for Ashley, taping it to the outside of the front door.  I purposely left the front door unlocked for her like the note said, and went to bed early – locking my bedroom door behind me.  As much as I wanted to wear my silky nightgown like I usually did, I left it in the drawer.  Even my bedroom door being locked didn’t keep me from being worried about her. 

     It’s a good thing I had gone to bed so early.  Once in bed, my mind refused to forget anything that had happened with her over the weekend at all.  None of it!  And consequently, I found myself doing what I usually did when I went to bed at night, I pulled three tissues from the box on my nightstand, wrapped them carefully around my now desperately hard cock, and I humped the bed for all I was worth to each and every one of those memories and images.  And it was all fueled even further by the irritation I still felt in my backside with every move I made.  I came in one of the biggest rushes I could remember.  Still recovering, I used those now nasty tissues to wipe myself off.  As always, I set them on my nightstand out of the way, and went to sleep.  Now that I had relieved myself, sleep came much easier and deeper.

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     The sudden loud knocking on my bedroom door startled me out of my sleep…as did Ashley calling, “Mister Mike!  Mister Mike.  Wake up!”

     Still groggy and trying to figure out what was going on, I quickly got out of bed.  “Coming!” I yelled.  I slipped my pants on and opened my bedroom door.  “What’s wrong?” I asked, sure that there had to be something major going on for her to be acting like that – at that time of night.

     She seemed surprised by my question.  “Oh.  How was your day?” she asked.

     How was my day?  “Ashley, what’s wrong?”

      “Nothing.  Why would you think that?”

      “You just woke me up in the middle of the night like the house is on fire.”

      “Oh.  No.” she said.  “I just wanted to tell you that I found a new place to live.”

     Thank God!  I actually breathed a sigh of relief.  “That’s great!” I told her.  “When are you moving?”

      “Come on,” she said excitedly.  “I’ll tell you all about it.”

     She turned and headed back up the hallway.  I would have much rather gone straight back to bed, but it seemed that option was now out.  So I followed her all the way into the kitchen.

      “Hey!” she said as she looked into the refrigerator.  You went shopping.”

      “Right after work,” I told her.

      “Great!” she said as she pulled a can of soda out of the refrigerator.  “Want one?”

      “No thanks,” I replied.  “I really just want to go back to bed.  So where are you moving to?”

     She was all smiles as she went over to the table and sat down.  “I talked to all of my friends today, and they all agree that this is the best thing I could ever possibly do.”

      “What’s that?”

      “And every one of them agreed that I’d be crazy not to do it.”

      “What’s that?” I asked, now getting bored with the whole thing and really wanting to go back to sleep.

      “Well, it’s obvious isn’t it?”

      “What?”

      “I’m moving in here.”

     I almost passed out.  Did my jaw hit the floor…while I was still on my feet?  “You’re what?”

      “Moving in here of course.”

      “Ashley, you didn’t even ask!”

      “I don’t have to.  This is the best…for both of us.”

      “Both…”

      “Yeah of course.  You’ve got this big ol’ house, and you’re the only one living here.  Did you know it’s dangerous for someone to live alone?”

     I almost told her it was more dangerous to live with her.

      “And besides, all the rest of my stuff is right next door.  I don’t even have to ask anyone to help me move or anything.  And you live here and make plenty of money, so I don’t have to worry about living expenses so much.”

      “But Ashley…”

      “Every way we all looked at it, this is the best thing I could possibly do.  So I’m moving in.  Isn’t that great?”

      “But Ashley, you didn’t even ask.  Besides, I don’t want…”

      “I don’t have to ask,” she replied quickly with a huge devilish grin on her face.  “Cause since I know all about you, and how much you absolutely love me being around to totally humiliate you, and since you promised so many times last night to do absolutely anything I say…without arguing, then there’s no need for me to ask.  I can simply do it…and you have to like it.  You even promised not to argue with me about it.  So as you see, there’s no need for me to worry about asking you anything.  I can just do it.  And after I told all my friends all about what happened last night, every last one of them agreed completely.  This is absolutely the best thing I could ever do.”

     I was horrified by so many things.  “You told all your friends?”

      “Of course.  You don’t think I could keep quiet about something like that, do you?”

     I wanted to die.  It was my worst possible nightmare come true.  Beyond my worst nightmare. 

     She got up from the table with her drink.  Her face was positively beaming with happiness.  “Goodnight, Mister Mike,” she said as she headed for the bedroom.  “See you tomorrow.”

     I was still too stunned to move.  What was I going to do?  How had it happened?  And more importantly, how could I fix it?  And worse, she had already told all her friends!  I came very close to screaming out loud. 

     Scared out of my wits now, I removed the note she had left outside on the front door and locked it.  I turned the off the lights and headed for my bedroom – and found her inside looking through my bottom drawer.  What are you doing?”

      “How come you’re not wearing your nightgown?” she asked.

      “Because I didn’t want to.”

     She pulled it out of my drawer and threw it at me.  “Put it on.”

      “But I…”

      “You’re arguing with me already?” she said delightedly.  “Great!  I can’t wait to punish you again for it.”

      “Please don’t!  You have no idea how much I’m still hurting after last night!”

     She giggled.  “Don’t worry.  I’m too tired tonight.  I’ll wait till tomorrow night instead.  Now take those pants off and put that on.”

     With my knees shaking, I slipped the nightgown on.  As it was settling down my body, I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them. 

      “Much better!” she said.  “I don’t want you to ever forget that you’re a sissy.  And I’m sure that nightgown will help.  Now climb into bed.”

     I did just that, even though I was no longer sleepy at all.  I was simply too upset.

      “Hey!” she exclaimed as she spotted the “used” tissues on my nightstand.  “What’s this?”

      “Just leave it!” I told her.

     But as always, she didn’t listen.  With two fingers she picked the tissues up and examined them closely.  “Eewww!  Yuck!”  She looked at me.  “Well, I guess we know what you’ve been doing.”

     I reached up to take them but she held them away from me.  Then I saw her face change as if she realized something.  “You want them?”

     I reached for them again but she held them away from me.  “If you want them that badly, then open your mouth.”

      “What?”

      “Open your mouth.”

      “No!”

      “Are you arguing with me again?  You’re sure not doing what I told you to.”  She shook her head.  “I really didn’t want to do this tonight.”

      “What?”

     But she was walking away…straight into my closet.  She was back a minute later with that same belt in her hand.  “Roll over you sick sissy!” she said nastily.

      “No!”

      “I said…”  She swung the doubled up belt at my legs and hit them hard.  “Roll over!”

      “No!”

     She swung at my legs again as hard as she could.  “Roll!”  Swat.  “Over!” Swat.  And then she kept hitting me.

      “Ouch!  Stop!”

      “Then roll over you damn sissy jerk.”  And she continued to beat me with that belt. 

     I tried catching the belt, but I couldn’t. 

     Instead she started swinging at my arms and hands as hard as she could.  “When I tell you to do something, you better damn learn to do it!  Now roll over.”

      “Okay, okay, just stop.

      “No!  Not till you roll over.”

      “Okay!”  But she didn’t stop until I had rolled all the way over onto my stomach.

      “About time!” she muttered angrily.  “Now just stay there!”

     Not only did my legs sting where that belt had hit them so hard, so did my arms.  I felt her pulling my nightgown up, then she started pulling my underwear down. 

      “Hmm,” she uttered.  “Still nice and colorful.  And you’re developing quite a rash back here too.”  She giggled.  “I knew you’d enjoy those wet diapers all night after the beating I gave you.”

     I said nothing.  I hadn’t “enjoyed” any of it at all!

     She pulled my underpants all the way off me.  “Now hold still,” she said sternly.

     Before I knew it, she had swung that damn belt right at my ass again and she had hit it hard!  “Ouch!” I yelled, rolling over away from her.  “Damn it!  That hurts.  And it’s been hurting all day!  Stop it!”

      “No!” she said, swinging the belt at me again.  “Get back over the way you’re supposed to!”  Swat!  “You’re going to learn…”  Swat!  “To do what I tell you, no matter what.”  Swat!  “Obviously none of those things I thought you learned…”  Swat!  “…last night, stayed with you.  None of them!”  Swat! 

     But I had had more than enough now.  I was still hurting horribly from the night before, and now she had hurt not only my backside again, but my arms and legs hurt from where she had hit me as well.  I simply couldn’t take it anymore.  I stopped trying to stop the belt, and I rushed her and grabbed her instead, using my strength to hold her screaming thrashing body while I literally ripped that belt out of her hands.  And then I threw her bodily away from me.

      “I’ve had enough of you!” I yelled.  “More than enough!  You’ve crossed the line Ashley!  You not only crossed it, you obliterated it!”

      “You loved it!” she yelled back at me.  “You wanted it!”

      “You went too far!  Way too far.”

      “All I did was what they showed on the internet!  All that stuff you absolutely dream about!”

      “You think that stuff is real?  Get a grip!  Those are posed pictures.  Fantasies and nothing else, done by consenting people.  None of that stuff is what you think it is!”

      “And I don’t believe you!”

      “And I don’t care.  You hurt me Ashley.  You hurt me bad.  And now I want you gone.  Get the hell out of my house.  Right now!  And don’t you dare come back!”

      “No!  I can’t!  I’ve got nowhere to go.  And besides, it’s nearly midnight.”

      “I don’t care!  I can’t take you anymore.  I never asked you to stay in the first place.  I never wanted you to stay.  You just moved in whether I liked it or not.  Now get the hell out of my house!”

      “No!  I’ve got nowhere to go!  I can’t!” she cried.

      “Then I’ll have the police evict you.”  I grabbed my cell phone from my dresser.

      “No!” she screamed.

     She tried to stop me but I turned my back and started walking toward the living room as I punched in 911.

      “No!  Don’t!”

     I stuck the phone on speaker so she could hear.

      “911.  What’s the nature of your emergency?”

      “No!” she screamed as she tried to get the phone from me.” 

     I kept it away from her.  “I’ve got a woman in my house that I didn’t give permission to be here, and she’s hurt me badly, and now she won’t leave!” I told the operator.

      “What’s your name and address, sir?”

      “No!  Don’t!” Ashley screamed.

      “This is Michael Hammond,” I told the operator.  “My address is…”

      “Don’t!” Ashley yelled again.

     I relayed my address over the phone.

      “You can’t do this!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

      “I’m doing it Ashley.  You hurt me last night.  You hurt me bad.  You don’t know how much I’m still hurting.  And now you’ve tried to hurt me again with that damn belt, and my arms and legs are sore as hell now as well.”

      “I had to do it to get you to do what I want!” she yelled back.

      “You crossed the line Ashley.  You tied me up and went too far with it while I was helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop you.  And you kept me locked in those damn five inch heels for the entire weekend.  I could have developed major foot problems from that!”

      “But you didn’t!”

      “I still don’t know that.  It was cruel.  Nothing but totally cruel!  How the hell can you call yourself a nurse?  You’ve got no compassion at all!”

      “I am a nurse!  And a damn good one.”

      “And all you’ve shown me so far is that you’re not!  You’re nothing but a cruel spoiled brat!  Now get the hell out of my house!  In fact, I’ll carry all your stuff out to your car for you.  Just get out!”

      “No!  I’ve got nowhere to go!  And you loved what I did to you.  Admit it!”

      “I may have enjoyed some of it.  But that beating you gave me was beyond anything you ever should have done.  Way beyond.  And not only that, but you told all your friends!  There’s a reason why I live alone Ashley.  A damn good reason.  Just so I can keep my lifestyle to myself and nobody will ever know.  But now you’ve gone and blabbed that all over the place.  That’s libel Ashley.  I can sue you for that!”

      “You wouldn’t!”

      “Oh I certainly would!” I shot back.  “You blabbed my private problems all over the place, when I was being so careful to keep them private.  That was wrong!  Now get the hell out of my house!”

      “No!  I can’t!  I’ve got nowhere to go.  And I can’t find anyplace at this hour!  At least let me wait until morning.”

     I stared at her, fuming.  “Fine!” I told her.  “But by the time I get home from work tomorrow, you and all your stuff better be out of here!”

     There was a loud knocking on the door.

      “Fine!” she yelled back at me.  “I’ll go.  Just so long as I can stay tonight.”

      “I said you could!” I replied angrily.  “But after what you did to me, I don’t ever want to see you again!”

     The knocking came again.  Louder.

      “Fine!” she shot back.

     Again the knocking came.  “Police!  Open up!”

     Oh shit.  I hurried to the door and opened it.  There were two police officers there.  I was quick to notice the look of surprise on both their faces when they saw me.  It wasn’t until then that I realized I was only wearing that pink nightgown.  So be it!  It was too late to change now.

      “Michael Hammond?” one of them asked.

      “Sorry officers,” I told them.  “She’s…promised to leave in the morning.”

     One of them looked down at the phone in my hand.  “You can hang up now,” he told me.

     I looked down.  I was still connected to the 911 operator.  “Shit!” I exclaimed as I ended the call.  The policeman took the phone from me and pushed his way inside.  His partner closed the door.  “Now what’s this all about?” he asked.

      “I did not give her permission to move in here,” I told him.  “And I never told her she could spend the night in the first place!  And then yesterday she started beating on me with a belt to punish me.  And then she tried to do it again today.  And I’ve had enough!  You should see what she did to my backside last night.  It’s still killing me!”

     He looked over at Ashley.  “What’s your name, miss?”

     Ashley looked very angry.  “Ashley Desmond,” she said with more than a touch of surliness.

     The policeman nodded then turned back to me.  “I see you’ve got welts all over your arms and some on your legs as well,” the policeman commented.  “Any marks on her?” he asked his partner who was over keeping an eye on Ashley.

      “I never touched her,” I told him.

      “Did he hit you miss?” the other officer asked.

      “No,” she replied with all too much of an attitude. 

      “But you did this to him?” the policeman next to me asked her.

      “I had to.  I had to make sure he did what he’s supposed to.  Besides, he loves it!”

      “No…I…don’t!” I replied angrily.  “You should see what she did to my backside!” I told the officer. 

      “Maybe, you better let me see,” he replied.

     I was startled.  “Um…I didn’t mean….”

      “Turn around,” he said, “and lift that nightgown up.”

      “Um…really?”

      “Just turn around sir.”

     I hated doing it, but I turned around…and he grabbed my nightgown and lifted it.

      “Damn!” he swore.  “Have you seen this sir?”

      “I can’t see back there,” I replied, “but I can certainly feel it.  I’ve been in agony ever since.  And try sitting down at a desk all day with it that raw!” 

      “Here, hold your nightgown up for me,” he said as he handed me the bunched up material. “And hold still.”  He backed away from me, and I heard a click, and realized he had taken a picture.  Then he took another picture from another angle.  Then another.  “Hold your arms out now,” he said.  Then he documented the latest welts on my arms and legs.  “Thank you,” he told me. 

     I put my arms down and saw him fiddling with my phone.  “What are you doing?”

      “Forwarding these so we have a record of it,” he replied.

      “No!” Ashley screamed.  “You can’t!”

      “Sorry miss,” he said as he handed me back my phone.  “Now, are you pressing charges against her?”

      “No!” Ashley yelled again as she tried to run at me.  The other cop grabbed her and held her.

     I looked at her. 

      “You said I could stay till tomorrow!” Ashley yelled at me.  “You said I didn’t have to leave till then.”

     I stared at her for a moment, then closed my eyes in disgust.  “Yeah.  I did say that.”  I turned to the officer next to me.  “No.  I’m not going to press charges…this time!  So long as she’s out of here tomorrow!” I said firmly. 

     The officer nodded.  “That’s your choice sir.  But we’ve got those injuries she gave you documented, and since you forgot to turn your phone off, the 911 call recorded everything as well.  If you need it, those things are already in the record and available to you.”

      “They’re what?” Ashley yelled.  “You can’t!”

     The officer only looked at her.  “Come on,” he said to his partner.  “Let’s get out of here.”

      “You called the damn cops!” Ashley said all too vehemently as I closed the door after them.

      “Damn right I did,” I replied.  “I should have done it before.”

      “I could kill you!” she screamed as she started crying.

      “I’m going to bed,” I told her.  “Don’t bother me again!”

     I didn’t even bother taking my nightgown off.  I closed and locked my bedroom door to the sound of her sobbing out in the living room.  I got into bed, turned out the light.  And tossed and turned, fuming angrily all night long.