Mercy Me - Chapter 6 – Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 6 – Part 1 of 2

     “Goodnight Jonesy,” Mercy said as she pulled her lunchbox from her locker and closed it. 

      “‘Night Mercy,” Jonesy replied.  He watched her starting to walk away.  “Hey Merce!” he called, stopping her. 

     Mercy turned.  “Yeah?”

     Jonesy walked over to her.  “Are you sure you don’t want to do night shift?”

      “You know I won’t.”

     Jonesy shook his head.  “Look, you know Allen, the night shift supervisor?  He’s going to be out for about two weeks, and management asked me for someone who might be capable of being shift supervisor while he’s out.  You’re at the top of my list, but you don’t like night shift.”

     Mercy felt honored…and slighted at the same time.  “I’m at the top of your list?  What about Harvey?” she replied confrontationally.  “He got a raise and a promotion last week.  I got nothing!  I can outdo him at everything in this plant, but he gets the reward and I get the short end of the stick – because I’m a woman!  Why don’t you put Harvey up for the job instead?”

     Jonesy was perturbed.  “First of all,” he said, “Harvey got the raise because he went over ten years.  Automatic.  At ten years, everybody gets a raise.  And there was no promotion!  Have you seen him do one thing that might look like he got promoted?  No!  And I know you’re better at everything we do than he is.  That’s why I asked you to do this tonight.  But now, whether you want to do it or not, forget it!”  With that, he walked away.

     Mercy was shocked.  Harvey had just mouthed off, and now it had gotten her into hot water with Jonesy.  Not good.  Well, she didn’t want anything to do with night shift anyway.  It got in the way of all her fun.  But the next time she saw Harvey, she was going to pound him a new ass hole!

     As she got into her truck to head home, she purposely turned her thoughts to more pleasant things.  She was going shopping tonight – with the twerp.  She was very much looking forward to that.  It would be the first trip out for him, and the little shit was in for a few surprises.  She had texted him some instructions earlier.  Now he was going to get a little taste of some of the other fun she enjoyed having with her men.

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     Owwww!  Michael’s cock was in some serious pain.  The tip of it anyway.  He grabbed at his crotch, but that did nothing to ease the pain.  Those tiny sharp spikes in the tip of the chastity device were torturing him worse than ever. 

     He looked up into the mirror again at the big bow he had just put into his hair.  His thoughts went back to high school where all the girls used to tease him for being so small.  It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t as big as most other guys.  His parents were both short.

     He checked his watch.  Six-thirty.  She had asked in a text if he thought he could find her house by himself.  He had said he could, but he wasn’t really sure.  He decided to give himself a few extra minutes in case he had trouble.  Feeling the annoying burn from the chastity device in the tip of his cock, he went out to his car and headed to see…his Mistress.

     He still couldn’t believe he had gotten lucky enough to find someone like her.  He was just surprised that she wasn’t anything like any Mistress he had seen on the internet at all.  She was big, and she didn’t seem to dress or act sexy in any way.  But still…he had loved being locked into one of her metal devices last week.  That had been a thrill – right out of the internet.  He hadn’t enjoyed her spanking machine at all – or the fact that he was just now getting comfortable sitting down, but that had been something right out of his internet fantasies too.  The only thing that he had really hated, was the diapers.  That had been…demeaning.  Not much fun.  He’d had a real problem with the diapers.  He hoped he wouldn’t have to go through that again!

     And now tonight, they were going shopping.  He couldn’t imagine how that was going to be.  What were they going to buy?  He hoped it wouldn’t be too humiliating.  He had enough trouble just buying the panties and the bows for his hair.  And now she had demanded that he had to wear the big hair bow again.  He really, really hoped she wouldn’t make him keep it in his hair while they were out in public.  She wouldn’t do that, would she?  It was at the top of his worry list.

     He drove past Burger King.  Now which road did she turn off on?  That one!  He was sure of it.  There weren’t a lot of turns, but there were a few.  And then…there were the big hedges that bordered her front yard.  He had found it!  He checked his watch.  Six-forty-five.  Only fifteen minutes.  Her nice red pickup truck was in the driveway.  He was early.  Should he knock?  Or wait?  He got out of his car, very aware that his hair bow could be seen by anyone driving past.  He walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell.  And nobody answered.  He rang it again.  When nobody answered again, he went back to his car to sit and wait.  Why wouldn’t she answer the door?

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      “Shit!” Mercy heard the doorbell but she was still in the shower cleaning herself up after work.  And she hadn’t even worked out.  The little twerp was probably early.  Well, she liked that, but she wasn’t ready yet.  He was just going to have to wait.  Once she had dried off, she walked naked out to her living room where she peeked out through the curtain.  Yeah, the little shit’s car was in the driveway.  She grabbed her cell phone and sent him a text, then she went out to hit the button to raise her garage door.

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     Michael quickly checked his phone when the text message came in. 

     Just got home from work and not dressed yet.  Come in through the garage.  Close the garage door.  Hook yourself up as best you can to anything in the living room that interests you.  When I come out you better be stuck. 

     Michael’s stomach lurched when he read the text.  She just got home from work.  But the part that really surprised him was her telling him to hook himself up to one of her devices.  With the darn chastity device causing him some major pain, he got out of the car as the garage door started opening.  He went in through her workshop, past her things, and into the kitchen, stopping to hit the switch for the garage door on the way past.  He got to the living room, stopped and stared.  He was faced with a forest of weird contraptions.  Where should he start?

     He wandered into the middle of her devices, trying his best to visualize the way each one worked.  He finally spotted one that looked like he could sit down on it.  There was a hole in the middle of the seat, but it didn’t look like anything was attached to that hole.  Below the seat, spread wide apart, were two cuffs, obviously one for each ankle.  A square central pole with holes all up and down its length, sticking straight up, served as the back.  There were smaller cuffs on each side of the pole raised up high that he was sure were meant for someone’s wrists. 

     He pulled open the wrist cuff closest to him to examine it further.  Last week, she had just closed those cuffs and they had locked.  She hadn’t seemed to need a key to open them either.  Closer examination now showed him that when each cuff closed, it overlapped and interlocked with the other half.  There was a small lip you could grab with your fingers to pry it open.  Whoever was locked in it though, wouldn’t be able to reach it.  Just to try it, he stuck his left wrist into the cuff and closed it.  He had to push really hard to get the thing to lock.  Then he tried to pry it open.  Except he couldn’t.  He tried pulling harder, but he couldn’t get the thing to budge.  He had a moment of panic realizing that he couldn’t get out of the thing.  He had planned on sitting on the seat, but now he couldn’t.  He had locked his left wrist into the cuff where the right wrist was supposed to go, so he couldn’t sit down on the seat.  He tried to open the cuff again, but no matter how hard he pulled up on it, the cuff wouldn’t budge. 

      “You’re supposed to sit down on that thing and put both hands up above you,” Mercy said as she walked out into the living room.

      “I was just trying to see how it worked,” he said, “but I can’t get it open.”

     Mercy walked over, and with practiced ease, pulled the steel band apart, letting it open.  “You need a bit more strength in your hands,” she told him.  “We can explore this thing another time if it interests you that much.”

     Michael said nothing.  He wasn’t sure or not if he wanted to “explore” that device, even though a major part of him really did.

      “Ready?” Mercy asked as she headed for her garage. 

      “Can I take this bow out of my hair now?” Michael asked.

     Mercy stopped and looked at him.  “Did I not explain that?  No, I guess I didn’t.  No, you cannot take it out, because I require all my men to wear a hair bow everywhere we go together.  Always!”

      “Always?” he asked, totally shocked.

      “Always!  Get used to it.”

     She could see the little squirt already shaking in his shoes.  Good!  “Feeling a little less masculine yet?” she asked teasingly.

     Michael didn’t answer.

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     They took her truck.  “Where are we going Michael asked, now more nervous than ever since he couldn’t take the bow out of his hair.

      “I require all my men to have a nice pair of shoes,” Mercy replied.

      “Oh.  I’ve got nice shoes.”

      “Not like that.”

      “Then what?  You haven’t even seen my good shoes yet.”

      “We’ll see when I pick them out.”

     Okay.  It didn’t sound that bad.  He could see a woman wanting whoever they were out with to have decent shoes.  It was the hair bow thing he was having trouble grasping.  It was…humiliating.  Demeaning.  And just plain scary!  Did it make him feel any less masculine?  Because of his size and the way everyone had always picked on him, he had never felt that masculine to begin with.  But there was no doubt, the hair bow made him feel a whole lot worse.

     Mercy took him to one of her favorite shoe stores – not for herself.  She didn’t own that many pairs of shoes.  In fact, she had very few women’s shoes at all.  Most of the time she wore work boots.  Men’s work boots.  But even the few feminine pairs of shoes that she owned were all mostly the same – flats!  There wasn’t a pair of heels in her closet, and she saw no reason to change that.  As she had said many times, if the men thought they were sexy, then let the men wear them.  Let them have all the pain.  And that was exactly what she was doing there today with the squirt – getting him some heels!

     Once she had parked, she got out of her truck.  She had to wait and give a rather stern look at the twerp before he reluctantly climbed down.  She waited until he was next to her before she headed for the front door.  As they walked, she was more aware than ever of how short he was.  “You really are small, aren’t you?” she said.

      “My mother and father are short,” he replied.  “So I guess I didn’t grow that much either.”

      “And of course, that’s why all the girls picked on you in school.”

      “Yeah.  Kind of.”

      “Just how tall are you?” she asked.

      “Five foot one,” he replied. 

     Mercy felt dizzy for a moment.  She couldn’t imagine being that short.  Next to her five-foot eleven height, he was like a little kid!  She opened the door for him and pushed him through ahead of her.  “This way,” she said when he stopped short just inside.  “She led the way to the women’s side of the store. 

     Michael was overly embarrassed the moment he walked in due to the big bow on his head.  But now she wasn’t heading for the men’s shoes at all, she was heading for the women’s side!  He nearly fainted!  “What are you doing?” he asked.

      “Finding you some new shoes.  This way twerp.”

     Did she have to call him twerp?  He hated that.  Of course, the demeaning way she always said it did have kind of its own thrill too.  He’d just never admit that.  He would admit in a heartbeat however, that his damn chastity device was causing him a boatload of pain just then!  It was all he could do to keep walking upright as she put her hand on his back and pushed him where she wanted him to go.

     The only time in her life that Mercy had gone to the aisles in that particular shoe store that contained shoes that would be as small as she figured he would need, was when she had bought some for both of her nieces.  And that had been a few years ago now – for both of them.  There was a small bench at the beginning of the aisle.  “Sit down and take your shoes off,” she said.  “Your socks too.”

     Michael stood there staring nervously at the row of shoes ahead of him.  Women’s shoes.  “You want me to buy women’s shoes?”

      “I would think that much is obvious,” Mercy replied.

     Michael looked at the shoes, then turned his head to see all the women in the store, most of whom seemed to be looking right at him.

      “What’s your problem?  Sit!” Mercy ordered as she pointed at the bench.

     Michael stared at the row of shoes again, the sickening butterflies in his stomach growing worse.  “Are you wanting me to wear…women’s shoes?  In public?”

      “That’s the general idea.  Now sit!”

     Again he stared at the row of shoes.  His stomach suddenly felt sick.  Unconsciously, he took a step back.  “I…don’t think I can.”

      “What?”  Mercy knew they were now causing more of a scene than she had planned on.  She had been looking forward to bringing a lot of attention to this wimp of a man she was going to put into heels, but she hadn’t planned on him balking at it like this.  Especially him!  “You…mister no limits about anything…can’t bring yourself to do this?  Something easy?  Something that won’t hurt you at all?”

     Michael backed up another step.  “I…I…can’t,” he managed to get out.  The moment he said it, his knees nearly gave out under the angry look she gave him.

     Mercy stared daggers at him.  The nerve!  Well, he was about to learn a big lesson.  She turned and saw all the women in the store looking at them.  “Excuse us everyone,” she said rather pleasantly.  Then she turned and grabbed the wimp by the hand and dragged him right out of the store.  She could feel him trying to get his hand free as he fought against her, but again, it was like a little kid trying to fight an adult.  Who did this wimp think he was?  She dragged him right up to her pickup truck.

     Michael tried and tried to pull his hand loose and stop her from dragging him, but the grip of her hand was as strong as the steel on those bondage devices that filled her living room.  No matter how hard he pulled, she dragged him forward – all the way to her truck.  But instead of getting into the truck, she suddenly dropped to her knees between her truck and the car next to it.  A second later, Michael felt himself being pulled and picked up…to land on his stomach, right on top of her bent knees.  And then he felt the blow to his backside.  And it was hard.  And it hurt!  He struggled, but she quickly captured both of his arms, holding them together behind his back.  She held his hands with one hand, and then started spanking him with her other.  He squirmed, he kicked, he pulled, all to no avail.  “Ow!  Ow!  Ow!” he cried.  His backside had just started to feel normal after her spanking machine last weekend, and now she was blistering it again – with her hand.  And her hand hit a whole lot harder!

      “You’re like a spoiled little brat!” Mercy said as she pounded his ass.  “You think you want something, but when you’re faced with the reality of it, you want to back out.  Well you’re going to learn that when you signed up for my parade, you don’t get out of things that easy.  I took you on because you’re young and green – and stupid!  No limits.  No limits my ass!  I took you on to show you some limits – whether you like it or nor.  And like it or not, you’re stuck on my train now and you’re going for a ride to wherever I decide I want to take you.  And there’s nothing you’re going to be able to do about it!  No limits!  Ha!  If you think you’ve got a limit about this, then think again.  This…this is nothing!”

     She pounded away at him.  Blistering his ass hard.  Teaching him a lesson.  In moments, he was crying like a little child in her hands.  Geez!  What a wimp!  “Are you going to give me any more trouble?” she asked as she continued to pound away at him.

      “No!  No!” he cried in terror and pain.  “Stop!”

     But she didn’t stop.  “Are you going to do whatever I tell you, no matter what it is?  No matter where I want you to do it?”

      “Yes!” he cried again.  “Please stop!”

     His silly blubbering pleased something inside of her very much.  So did beating up on him.  It had just been way too easy for her.  She would have gotten much more satisfaction over beating up more of a real man.  She gave him two more extra-hard swats with her hand, then pushed him off her and stood up.  He laid there on the pavement, half under her truck.  His hands went to his backside, rubbing for a moment, but they didn’t stay there long.  His face was a mess from his crying which he was still trying to stop.  All in all, it was one of the more pleasing sights she had seen all week.  And darn it if he didn’t look just like a little kid more than ever as he laid there crying.  Especially with that bow in his hair.

      “Now I expect you to behave,” she said.  “You were the one who went looking for someone to dominate you.  You were the one who wanted me to put you through the wringer.  You knew from my posts on the internet that I like to take men and emasculate them as much as possible.  Why would you think you’re any different?  I decided the first time we met that you needed an education, and I decided to give you that education, whether you like it or not.  And I’m not going to back down!

     Now get up from there and let’s go.  We’re going to take that ridiculous amount of masculinity that you seem to hold so precious, and reduce it!  And the first sign of trouble from you, and I’ll take you straight back to my house – forcibly – and you’ll spend the rest of the night in nothing but agony and misery.”  She smiled.  “And the truth is, I’d rather enjoy that.  Now get up!”

     Michael was having trouble stopping his crying…mostly because he was scared to death – of her!  His backside hurt too – a lot!   She wasn’t going to let him back out?  That thought alone scared him more than he wanted to admit.  He had gone looking for hard domination like he had read about on the internet.  And now that he had it, he didn’t think he wanted it.  And she wasn’t going to let him go.

      “I said get up!  Or after we get you some new shoes, we’ll stop and get you a pretty dress to wear whenever we go into the stores too!  Would you like that?  A pretty little dress to wear with your new pretty shoes?”

     Michael forced himself to his feet.  He was still crying some.  He wiped his eyes with his hands…just before she grabbed him and turned him around.

     Mercy removed the bow from his hair.  She ran her fingers through the top of his longish hair, combing the hair straight back.  She clipped the bow into the top of his hair again keeping his hair pulled back that way.  She grabbed his hand like a child.  “Now let’s go.”

     He went where she pulled without any trouble, but it wasn’t willingly.

Mercy Me - Chapter 5 – Part 2 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 5 – Part 2 of 2

     Ron parked his truck outside of Burger King, then patted the big bow in his hair.  She had texted that she wanted him to wear it again.  He just didn’t have to stand outside showing it off.  He was to go inside and look for her…or wait for her.  The only problem was, it was earlier this time and the place was packed!

     Trying to muster his courage, he got out of his old pickup and went straight into the restaurant, very aware of all the eyes looking at the big bow in his hair.  He looked around.  There she was, sitting at the table near the back.  He breathed a sigh of relief that she was there already and headed straight for her.  “Hello Mistress,” he said softly as he reached the table.

     Mercy smiled at him.  “I really do love that bow in your hair.”  She noticed what looked like a blush coming over his face.

      “May I sit?” he asked.

      “No!”  Then she smiled and got up.  “Follow me home.  We’ll talk there instead of here.  I’ve got the red pickup.  It’s not far.”

     Ten minutes later, Ron followed her into her driveway and parked behind her.  He was already looking around.  It looked like a nice neighborhood.  A nice house.  The tall hedges were more than a bit overgrown, but the rest of it looked very nice.  As he got out of his truck, he saw her big garage door opening.  He followed her into what looked like her workshop.  Inside, he was surprised to see a lot of tools for metal working.  And was that a forge for heating metal over there in the corner?  Heavy duty stuff! 

     Mercy noticed him looking around.  “You like my workshop?”

      “You work with metal,” Ron noted.

      “It’s kind of my passion.  One of them,” Mercy replied.

     Ron nodded.  “Impressive.”

      “Thank you,” Mercy replied.  “We’ll look at more of my things later, but before we go play, I’d like you to walk around the yard and tell me what you think.”

     He remembered that she had said she was very interested in his gardening abilities.  Did she want him to do some of it tonight?  Instead of asking, he walked out of her garage to have a closer look at things.  She followed right with him.  “The first think I noticed,” he said, “is your hedges.  “They’re really tall and overgrown.  I’m sure they’re for privacy, but they could really use a good trimming and shaping.”

      “They’re not mine,” Mercy told him.  “They were put in by my neighbors…who aren’t too fond of me I’m afraid.  “First one neighbor planted the hedges, then a week later, my neighbor on the other side planted the same thing.  Over time, they’ve grown…a lot.”

     He nodded, and he could believe that her neighbors might not like some of what she did.  “You can’t trim them?” he asked.  “At least on your side?”

     She thought about it.  “I guess.  I don’t see why not.”

      “That’s one thing that I recommend doing first,” he replied.

      “I’ll get a hedge trimmer,” she said. 

      “You don’t have one?”

      “Not yet.”

     He nodded and headed toward the front of the porch where there were flower beds planted in front of her porch.  “The beds need mulching!” he pointed out.  “Weeding too.  And if you like, I can put in some more colorful plants for you.  Some of these are from last year and should be gotten rid of.”

      “Okay,” Mercy replied.  “New plants.  Anything else?”

     He looked around.  “No.  To be honest, everything really looks very nice.  I noticed that as soon as I pulled in.”

      “Thank you,” Mercy replied with a smile.  “Keeping it that way is going to be your job from now on.  I’ll buy anything you need, but you’re going to be doing the work.”

     Ron shrugged.  “I think I told you, I love doing this kind of thing.”

      “You did. That’s one of the reasons I’m moving a bit faster with you.”

      “So next weekend you want me to work on the hedges?  Will you do your first session with me then?”

     Mercy chuckled.  “No Fido.  Your first session with me is tonight!  And I don’t do ‘sessions.’  I don’t work on just weekends.  I do this every day, anytime, anywhere.  So be prepared for me to call you and be available to come on a moment’s notice.  I also have other people that I work with, and you better get used to the fact that you’re going to be seen, in whatever humiliating circumstances I decide to put you in.  And of course, you’ll see what I do with them as well.”

     Ron was shocked.  “You mean, you don’t work with everyone, one at a time?”

      “No.  Not even close.  When I call, you come.  And trust me, it’s going to be frequent.  Are you still interested?”

     He thought about it.  “You said yesterday that you’ll never let me get hurt or arrested.  But you also said that you might also sometimes do things in public.”

      “That’s right,” she replied.  “As much as it may seem like it sometimes, I’ll never let you get hurt.  I may spank you until you’re in some major pain, I may do other things to you that will be even more painful, but I will never seriously hurt you.  And as to doing things in public, that much I can guarantee will happen.  So you better get used to that fact.”

      “What kind of things?”

      “Who knows?  Whatever I decide at the time.  It will always be up to my whims…and not yours!”

     He looked at her for a moment while he considered things. 

      “So what will it be…Fido?”

     Again his cock lurched.  He really loved being dominated.  And this woman, as strange as she seemed, appeared to be very capable.  “And you don’t charge anything but me doing things for you,” he said, more than asked.

      “Yes.  But…since I don’t charge anything, don’t be surprised if I ask you to buy something for yourself that I want you to.  It will never be anything too expensive.  I can promise you that too.”

     He nodded.  “It all sounds too good to be true.”

      “And for me, so is the fact that you do landscaping.  So what will it be?”

     Ron took a leap of faith.  “I’ll do it,” he told her.

      “Good!” Mercy replied happily.  “Now there’s one thing we’re going to get straight, right from the start.  From now on, your name is Fido, and nothing else.  Whenever you’re around me, the only thing I’m ever going to call you, is Fido…like a dog!  That’s what your last mistress told me she discovered that you seem like the most, so for now, that’s what I’m going to go with.  But treating you like a dog won’t be the only thing I put you through, not by a long shot.  I have many other things that interest me far more than pet play.  In fact, pet play for me is way down on that list.  But I will try to fulfill any of what I think your needs are as well.  Understand?”

      “Yes Mistress,” Ron replied.

      “Now what’s your name?”

      “Fido.”

      “That’s right.  And no matter where we are, the only thing you will ever refer to me as, is Mistress, and nothing else.  Understand?”

      “Yes Mistress.”

      “Good, now tell me something.  Why are you wearing clothes?”

      “Um…because we’re standing here out front talking about your yard.”

     She shook her head.  “We were talking about the yard.  Dogs don’t wear clothes.  Get naked, now!  Put all your clothes in your truck.  Leave that bow in your hair though.  I like it.”

      “Here?  In front of your house?”

      “You’re a dog.  What say do you have?  Get used to it…Fido!”

Ron was shocked…but at the same time, his cock was suddenly going crazy.  He ran to his truck where he got totally undressed.  Feeling afraid and self-conscious, he hid himself between the vehicles when he was done.

      “What are you doing there, Fido?” she asked.  “Get over here!”

     Fido didn’t know if he was very turned on, or even more afraid.  Slowly and cautiously, he managed to get out from between the parked pickup trucks. 

      “Fido!” she said sternly.  “Since when does a dog walk on two legs?  How does a dog move around?”

     Fido immediately got down on all fours. 

      “Better.  Now come.  Here boy.  Here.”

     On all fours, Fido’s cock lurched again.  She was treating him like a dog.  Like a damn stupid dog.  And she was doing it right here on the front lawn of her house, where anyone could see him.  He was acting like a dog – in public!  He crawled right up to her.

      “Sit!”

     He sat like a dog.

      “Good boy,” she praised as she pet his head.

     Fido was going crazy.  She was doing this to him – right here on her front lawn!

      “Now come Fido.  Come,” she urged as she walked toward her garage.

     Fido gladly followed her since she seemed to be heading into her house.  But she didn’t go into the garage, she opened the gate in the tall fence instead.  She led him through to her backyard, and closed the gate behind them.  Fido was relieved to be out of the public eye.  And her wooden privacy fence was a lot bigger than his was. 

      “This is my backyard Fido,” she said as she walked around from the side into the backyard.  “Look around.  What do you think about things here?”

     Fido looked around.  He saw the nice patio with the chairs on it.  He saw the flower beds planted along the edge of it.  He saw the shed in the back corner.  And he saw a few trees scattered around.  He crawled over to where he could see the flower gardens better.  From his knees, he could see the dirt around the plants much better.  “Like the front,” he replied, “I think your gardens could use some sprucing up.  I like your fence,” he added.  “It’s even bigger than mine.”

      “You have a privacy fence?” she asked.

      “It came with my house when I got it,” he told her.

     Mercy knew that at some point in the near future, she would be taking a look at where he lived.  She actually did that with all the men she worked with.  They all soon found out that when she was involved, their humiliation could become a constant thing they would have to live with.

      “This way Fido,” Mercy said as she turned and headed back to the gate.  She led the human dog through her garage, then into her house.

     Fido found himself in her kitchen.  From his knees, he couldn’t see that much, but from what he saw, it looked nice.  But then he got to her living room and he stopped and stared.  He felt like he was in a forest of metal sculptures.  Except he could already see that everything in the room would be used for bondage of some sort.  He saw round cuffs of all sizes attached to things everywhere!  Along two of the walls, he saw four different waist high metal tool chests.  He knew from experience that each of those things cost a fortune.  What kind of tools did she keep in them?  And there were four! 

      “Look around Fido,” she said.  “In fact, feel free to look through the whole house if you like.  I’ll be right back.”

     He watched as she went back out through the kitchen, then back to her workshop.  Fido looked around.  He crawled closer to some of her things, but he didn’t get far before she was back…with a wooden dowel in her hand. 

      “Here Fido,” Mercy said.  “Come boy!”  She led the way to her back door, then back outside to her back patio, Fido following as fast as he could.  “Fetch boy,” she said as she threw the stick out into her lawn from the patio.

     Fido was in heaven…with humiliation.  She was doing it.  She was treating him like a dog again.  Why did he find it so humiliating?  Why did he love this so much?  He didn’t have time to think about things that much.  He reached the stick, and like a dog, he picked it up with his mouth.  Fortunately, the dowel was about one inch thick so he had no problem.  He crawled back to her with the stick in his mouth and let her take it from him.

      “Good boy,” she praised as she pet his head again.

     Why, oh why, did he like this sick behavior so much?  But as soon as she threw the stick again, he couldn’t wait to chase it.

     Mercy played with the “dog” for a while.  The jerk really did seem to get off on it.  There was no doubting his erection bouncing all around with every movement he made.  And it didn’t take long before she saw pre-cum dripping from it.  When she got bored throwing the stick for him, she knelt down on the grass next to him and pet his head and back for a few minutes.  “Good dog,” she said over and over again.  “Good boy.”

     Fido was going crazy.  He didn’t care why he loved being treated like this so much.  It was totally demeaning.  It was total humiliation.  And he was practically ready to cum at any moment.  In fact, he had no doubt that if she kept petting his head and talking to him like that, he would cum…without even touching his cock.  And then she did something that drove him even crazier.

     Mercy put her arm over his back, and reached all the way down to his erect cock.  Right there on the grass, she started massaging it.  “Bark!” she ordered.

     Fido barked.  Oh God.  Now she had him barking like a dog.  And he wasn’t inside doing it, he was outside.  Fortunately, behind her tall privacy fence. 

      “Speak!” Mercy ordered. 

     Fido barked again, more interested now in what her hand was doing to his penis than anything else.

      “Speak!” Mercy ordered again.

     Fido barked, and with it, he felt himself cuming.  It was one wildly intense orgasm.

     Mercy kept massaging his cock until he was completely spent.  “Good boy,” she praised.  “Good boy.”  She pushed him backwards a bit then pointed her finger down at the grass in front of him where his cum had landed.  “Sniff it Fido,” she said to him.  “Put your nose right down there and take a good sniff.”

     Fido lowered his head closer to the grass and sniffed around a bit. 

      “Now lick it up!” Mercy said sternly.  “Lick it all up!”  She pushed his head right down into it and held it there until she saw his tongue finally going to work.

     Fido couldn’t believe what he was doing.  He was licking up his own cum, from the grass!  Like a damn dog!  He had just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life, and he felt the sexual thrill in him once again.

      “Good boy,” Mercy praised him one more time as she pet his head.  She stood up.  “Back in the house now boy.  Let’s go.”

     Fido followed her back into her house, where her forest of metal greeted him.  Mercy sat in one of her kitchen chairs and pointed at the floor in front of her.  “Sit!”  She waited until the human dog was sitting in front of her.  “Did you enjoy that Fido?  Did you have a good time?  You may speak like a human and tell me.”

      “Yes Mistress,” Fido admitted quickly.  “I enjoyed that a lot.  I don’t know why I get so excited about being treated like a dog.  It’s so…sick.  But I can’t seem to help the fact that it turns me on so much.  And it’s something I never even considered until Mistress Victoria tried it with me the last two times I met with her.”

     Mercy nodded.   “Don’t worry about figuring out why.  Why do some people like the color blue over the color green?  Why do some people like some movies and don’t like others.  It’s just something that you enjoy, so enjoy it.  I love humiliating men.  I love emasculating men.  I love working with metal.  I love doing those things, so I do them.  I don’t bother asking why.  If you like being treated like a dog, then don’t worry about it.  Just enjoy yourself.”

      “Thank you Mistress for being so understanding.”

      “No problem…Fido.”

     She smiled.  “Now I want to get a few other things straight.  I told you earlier that there could be some things I want you to buy for yourself.  And now that we’ve played a bit tonight, I have a couple of things I want you to buy.”

      “What Mistress?” Fido asked nervously.

      “First, a dog toy.  Find yourself one that you think you’d like to play with.”

     Once again Fido could feel his sexual need growing.  “Yes Mistress,” he said enthusiastically.

      “Now,” she said.  “What are you doing Thursday evening?  There are some other things we need to buy for you and I want to be there to pick them out myself.”

      “Um…I’m not doing anything Mistress,” Fido replied.  She was going to have another session with him so soon?  Hooray!

      “Good.  I’ll text you Thursday and we’ll do a bit of shopping together.”  She looked at him for a moment before continuing.  “Now, one last thing.  All my men wear a chastity device.”

     Fido’s face fell.  “Um…I’m not sure if I can afford one,” he said, not sure at all if he was willing to even wear one of those things.  He wouldn’t be able to play with himself at home.

      “Don’t worry about that, I’ve got a nice collection of them.  You see more now about how I work.  Will you accept the chastity device, or go back and find another Mistress?”

     Things had been going so good!  And now she had to go and ask him that?  But he quickly thought about what a good time he had just had.  “Um…I’ll try the chastity device Mistress.”

     Mercy smiled.  “Good!”  She went to one of her tool boxes, and looked through her collection.  Fido wasn’t that big, but he wasn’t a little runt like the twerp was.  She selected one that was reported to be a very comfortable one and was meant to be worn for long periods of time.

     Fido hated it, but he knelt there and watched while she put the chastity device on him…and locked it.  When she was done, he reached down and pulled.  It was tight.  It wasn’t going to come off easily. 

      “Till Thursday now,” Mercy said as she stood up.  Crawl out to your truck, and you can drive home naked, with just that pretty bow in your hair. 

     Drive home naked?  But under her stern gaze, he crawled into her workshop garage, then out to his truck.  He got into his truck as fast as possible.  She was standing there watching him, making sure he wasn’t getting dressed before he left.  He backed out of the driveway and headed home, his mind fully occupied by the evening he had just had…and the promise of what would come in the future.  As weird and sick as it all sounded, he couldn’t help himself.  He wanted more.  And he couldn’t wait.