Mercy Me
By Karen Singer
Chapter
2 – Part 2 of 3
Her red
pickup truck was easy to follow. The
drive wasn’t far. The neighborhood she
lived in looked nice. Her house looked
nice. She pulled into her driveway and
parked. He parked right behind her. He got out of his car with one big thing on
his mind…wanting the panties gone from his mouth!
There
were tall hedges running from a high fence at the side of the garage that ran
all the way down to the street. The
other side of the yard was also bordered by matching tall hedges. He looked at her front lawn. The grass was a little long, but it still
looked neatly trimmed, and the front yard didn’t look too big at all. That was a relief. He didn’t think it would be too hard at all
for him to cut her grass.
“This
way,” she said as she led the way toward her garage as the big door was still
opening.
He
followed her inside. He passed through
what looked like some kind of workshop.
He saw lots of equipment he didn’t even recognize. But he also saw a few other things in there
that he thought he might recognize.
Things that excited him!
The
garage door was closing as he followed her into her house. Her kitchen looked cluttered. He followed her into what had to be the main
room of the house, but it didn’t look like any kind of living room he had ever
seen. There was no actual furniture in
it. Instead, he saw lots of different
things in places all over the room.
Things he had no doubt he would soon be connected to. At least he hoped he would soon be trapped by
some of those things…right after he cut her grass for her.
Mercy
stopped in the middle of the room and turned toward him. His eyes were going crazy. Well, they should. Her living room was probably something out of
his greatest fantasies. Fantasies that
should have been his worst nightmares.
But the little twerp was too young, too stupid to know that yet. “Strip!” she ordered in one of her most stern
voices.
Michael gulped…swallowing even more pee from the
panties still in his mouth. Did he dare
ask if he could remove them? How the
heck could he ask, if he couldn’t speak?
He pointed at his mouth.
“Leave
them!” Mercy said sternly.
Michael
gulped again, swallowing even more pee.
Mercy
stood there watching him, until he started removing his clothes. Then she walked off and went back to her
workshop. She grabbed a roll of duct
tape. By the time she got back he was
nearly naked. She waited while he
removed his pants. “Stand still!” she
ordered. Then she wrapped the tape
around his head, sealing the pee soaked panties in his mouth. “Now you don’t have to worry about if you can
take them out or not. They’re
staying! Period!”
She
walked around him. Staring at him. Looking his body over carefully. Certainly not much of a man. He was so small that she towered over
him. His cock was half erect, and it was
certainly not very big. She came up
behind him, wrapped her arms around him, and grabbed his cock. She started massaging it. Manipulating it. Giving him pleasure.
Michael’s
knees almost gave out. Her hand
was…incredible. She was masturbating
him, right here and now. And then her
hand let go of him and he nearly screamed…as if that were possible with the
panties stuck in his mouth.
Mercy
now got a better look at his totally engorged cock. Disappointing. But then she never had any plans to actually
use it on herself to begin with. Still
behind him, she suddenly grabbed both his arms and pulled them back and up,
bending him forward. She pulled him
backwards over to one of the metal constructions she had built.
Michael
felt himself being dragged backwards, it felt more like she was trying to pull
his arms out of their sockets. She was
strong! All of a sudden, she turned him
around and pushed him up against a metal bar.
“Stay!” she commanded sternly.
She did something to the stand the bar was attached to and lowered the
entire bar down to his waist. Then she
was back behind him again. She grabbed
one of his arms and pulled it back and up, bending him forward over top of that
bar. He felt her doing something,
closing something over his wrist. A
moment later, he heard a small snap and his arm was completely trapped back and
up like that. She grabbed his other arm,
pulled it back and up, and it was soon trapped too. The way she had him, there was no way he
could stand up straight. He had to stay
bent over the bar. Then he felt her
grabbing his right leg. She pulled it
out to the side. A moment later, he
heard another small snap as something was attached to that ankle. She pulled his left leg to the side,
attaching that the same way, spreading his legs wide.
“Comfortable?”
she asked, knowing it was impossible for him to answer. “Having fun yet?” she asked the same
way. She reached around him, found his
now shrunken penis, and began messaging it again, bringing him once again to a
full erection, then she stopped.
Michael
was going crazy. She had him stuck into
one of her metal constructions, and he couldn’t move! He was totally trapped. And then she had made matters worse by
massaging his cock with her hands again.
This was the stuff of his dreams!
He could hear her doing something behind him, but he couldn’t tell what.
Mercy
pulled one of her little creations over behind him and lined it up. With her hand, she rubbed his naked backside
for a few moments. She reached under him
again and massaged his cock again. Then
she pulled away. “Enjoy,” she said as
she stood up and switched on the machine she had created. The motor started, and the wheel attached to
it started to turn. The first smooth,
wide, leather paddle flipped over and slapped his butt. She saw him jerk, but the next leather paddle
was already heading for his backside.
The motor continued to turn slowly, and all four wide leather paddle
straps did nothing but go around, and slap his ass. She kept the speed fairly slow, his ass only
getting hit at a rate of about two slaps per second, but she figured he
wouldn’t think that was slow at all. She
could enjoy the pleasure of faster speeds with him some other time. This was just a beginning session with
him.
“Have
fun,” she said softly to him. “I’ll be
back later.” She grabbed her needlework
from the kitchen, and went out to the front porch. She immediately noticed the car back in the
driveway across the street. Interesting.
Michael
was going crazy. She had some kind of
machine that was continuously spanking him.
His backside was already on fire…and she had just left him there. For how long?
Not long he hoped. With the
panties stuck in his mouth, he was prevented from screaming. And with each strike against his backside, he
wanted to scream more. It hurt! Bad!
He tried hard to move, but he couldn’t.
The metal pipes her contraption were made from were completely
ridged. Strong! He had no chance. “Stop it!” his mind screamed. His mind screamed, but of course, no sound
left his mouth. He was stuck, and she
had walked away, leaving him like that.
Tears soon began falling from his eyes as his backside grew more and
more painful.
Mercy
sat with her needlework for a few minutes, watching the house across the
street, letting the twerp inside get a small taste of what things were really
like. She was about to make things much
worse for him, very soon. She checked
her watch. Ten minutes. That should be more than enough. She left her needlework on the porch chair
and went back inside. He was crying
hard. She knew he would be. She turned her machine off and let him
cry. His backside was very raw! Perfect.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
She watched him shake his head.
“But isn’t that just the kind of thing you wanted?” It was a moment before she saw him nod. “Reality is a bitch, isn’t it,” she
said.
She
left him there like that and went over to one of the big metal toolboxes she
had against the wall. She opened one of
the drawers and looked over the selection of chastity devices that she had
collected. Hmm…. Which one?
The dumb twerp was pretty small…in all ways. She finally selected one, held it up, and
examined it. Perfect! She took it back to him. She got down on the floor under him, and
started attaching the device to his cock.
Michael
was going crazy. His backside hurt like
nothing he had ever felt, and now she was doing something with his cock. It took him no time to figure out she was
putting some kind of chastity device on him.
More stuff of his dreams. And
then she was done, and the tip of his cock felt like little needles were
sticking into it. They hurt!
Mercy
started the process of removing him from her device. First his legs, then his arms. She saw how much pain he was in once his arms
were free. She pulled him up
straight. “Time to cut the grass!” she
hissed into his ear. “But we’ve got to
get you ready first. Lay down on the
floor. Now!” she ordered.
Cut the
grass? One of Michaels hands went to his
blistered backside, the other was feeling the plastic thing she had put on his
cock.
When he
didn’t move, Mercy threatened, “Do you want me to hook you up to my spanking
machine and turn it up higher?”
Michael’s
fear went through the roof. Like it or
not, he laid down on the floor. His
blistered backside immediately made him pull it up off the floor.
Mercy
laughed. “I’m guessing,” she said, “that
by now, after all my pee you drank earlier, that you’ve probably got to
pee. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of
that problem for you in a minute. Just
stay there first.”
She
went to a different metal tool chest and opened the large bottom drawer. From it, she extracted an adult sized
disposable diaper. From another drawer,
she selected a bra. She brought them
back to the twerp on the floor. Kneeling
down over him, she started diapering him.
“That’s right,” she said. “A
diaper! And don’t worry about using
it. I’ve got plenty more. In fact, I absolutely insist that you use
it. You’re not going home tonight until
it’s soaked!”
A diaper!
And she wanted him to use it!
Michael suddenly felt those tiny pinpricks from the chastity device she
had put on him pressing harder against the tip of his cock. Ouch!
Pain in his backside, and pain in his front side. And there was no getting away from either
pain. And all too soon, he could tell
she had him firmly in that diaper. She
stood him up and he looked down at himself.
A diaper! And it was pink! He felt the bulk from it between his
legs. It felt…weird. Awful!
Mercy
grabbed his arm and stuck the bra strap over it. She put his other arm through the other side,
then fastened the thing behind his back.
She adjusted the straps a bit. He
really was pretty scrawny. She went back
to her tool box and pulled out two very large breast forms. She used them to fill out the bra he had
on. “There,” she said, sounding
satisfied. She pointed at the clothes he
had taken off earlier. “Put your shoes
on. Just your shoes!”
Just
his shoes? He wanted to put all his
clothes on…and leave! The diaper was bad
enough, especially against his hurting rear end, but the bra with those things
she had put into it was big…and heavy!
He could feel all that weight pulling on his shoulders.
“Do
it!” she ordered.
Having
no choice, he grabbed his sneakers and tied them onto his feet.
Marcy
smiled. “Now you’re ready to cut the
lawn.”
Michael
looked at her like she was crazy.”
“Uhhh?” he grunted, totally surprised.
“Listen
twerp, like it or not, you’re going to cut my grass for me, and you’re going to
do it dressed just like that! There’s no
laws against cutting grass while wearing a diaper and a bra. Now let’s go!” She literally grabbed him and dragged him out
to her garage workshop where she hit the button to open it. She dragged him over to her custom made lawn
mower and made him grab the handles. She
immediately closed the locking cuffs around his wrists, trapping him to the
lawn mower in such a way that he couldn’t release his grip on the handle. She hit the start button and the engine
roared to life. “Now get busy!” she
ordered. “I’ll be watching. When you finish the front, I’ll open the gate
and let you into the back. Go! And you better do a damn good job, or you’ll
be very sorry!”
Michael
had no choice. She scared him too
much. Plus, he was now connected to her
big lawn mower. He pushed. The thing was heavy, but manageable. A minute later, he was cutting her grass –
out in public. Wearing a diaper. Wearing a bra with big heavy breast forms. With his mouth taped shut to prevent him from
removing the pee soaked panties from inside.
And that didn’t count the cock restraint that felt like it was sticking
needles into the tip of his penis. Oh
yeah, and he had a big hair bow stuck into his head. How could he possibly have forgotten about
that? Horror! Total horror!
As he
pushed the mower, he was more than aware of the bulk of the diaper he was
wearing. He was even more aware of how
sore his backside was. The diaper
brushing against it didn’t feel good. It
hurt! But as far as he knew, his only
way out of it was to cut her damn grass for her, just like she wanted. He pushed her mower as fast as he could.
Mercy
picked up her needlework and sat in her chair as she watched the little twerp
cutting her lawn. Delightful. Totally delightful. Yes, he was young and stupid, but she was
going to have a very good time with this one.
And he better do a good job on her lawn!
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Across
the street, Ben Whitmore heard a lawn mower running somewhere nearby in the
neighborhood. He looked out the window
and saw the noise was coming from the house directly across the street. The house he had been warned about before
buying this house. He looked at the…guy
cutting the grass, and he couldn’t look away.
The guy was wearing…a bra, and it looked to be a bit overly stuffed,
giving him almost monstrous breasts. Not
only that, but it looked like he was wearing a pink diaper! What the hell? He couldn’t see it that well, but it also
looked like there was something stuck on top of his head too. He shook his head. Yes, he had been warned. But the price of the house was so good, he
simply couldn’t pass it up.
His
sight of the man cutting the grass was suddenly blocked by a truck that slowed
down and pulled into his driveway.
Finally! His furniture had
arrived.
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Mercy
watched the truck that had just pulled in across the street. It was from a furniture rental place. Not a good sign. But then, what did she care? If the people there needed to rent their
furniture, then that was their problem.
She saw the man she had seen the night before come out of his
house. She saw him staring at the twerp
who was cutting her lawn. And she
watched as he talked to the deliverymen.
Then he went inside. Where was
the guy’s wife?
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Michael
now had a new problem. He had to
pee. Badly! And as he worked, the need was growing
worse. The taste of pee in his mouth
wasn’t helping matters either. He fought
against it as he worked, but there was no help for it. Eventually, some of it began leaking out. Eventually, he had no choice but to stop
cutting grass for a minute, stand there and let it all out. Ah!
Relief. Once he was done, he
started pushing the lawn mower again. He
now noticed how much bulkier his diaper was.
Not to mention that it was starting to rub against his raw backside even
worse. Unwanted, the pain from the
pinpricks of his chastity device pressed even harder against the tip of his
cock.
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Mercy
saw the little twerp stop. She realized
quickly why, and she laughed. The twerp
was finally wetting himself. She was
glad to see him going back to work again. She wondered how it felt to him now with his
diaper wet. She decided then and there
that she was going to give him lots of practice wetting diapers. He was so small – in all ways! The twerp deserved diapers! She watched the delivery men across the street
moving furniture into the house. She
still didn’t see any sign of the guy’s wife.
Was he single? Thinking about
herself and her reputation among the neighbors, she realized that it was more
than likely that he wasn’t married. So
why had he bought that house. Just for
the price?
She
watched as the twerp finished the last bit of her front lawn. Before he could head for the gate, she went
down into the yard to inspect it.
Decent. Good enough. Especially for a weak little thing like
him. She motioned with her head for him
to follow her towards the gate.
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Michael
was a little tired. His backside was
hurting worse now that his diaper was wet, and the crotch of his wet diaper was
rubbing more between his legs, irritating them as well. With his mouth sealed, he was breathing
heavily through his nose. At least he
wasn’t getting any more pee out of that damn pair of panties stuck in his
mouth, but all he could taste was that pee.
It permeated every breath he took.
He was glad she approved of the job on his
front lawn. Halfway now. Just the back to do. He followed her to the gate in the tall
stockade fence that appeared to surround her backyard. He wanted to remove his hands from the mower
for a few minutes to relieve the stress, but the way they were cuffed so
closely, he couldn’t.
The
gate opened, revealing her backyard. He
pushed the mower towards it. From the
side of the house, he couldn’t see all of it yet, but it appeared to be twice
as big as the front yard. He started
cutting along the fence on the side of the house as she left him, closing the
gate behind her. He worked his first cut
all down the fence past the back of the house.
He could see the whole backyard now.
There was a nice patio behind the house with chairs grouped
together. A beautiful flowerbed edged
the patio. Out in the yard, there were
several trees. A large shed filled the
back corner of the lot. The rest, was
just grass. With a sigh, he continued
pushing the lawn mower. Since the back
was so much bigger than the front, he still had a long way to go. And he was already tired.
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Mercy
grabbed her needlework from her chair on the front porch, took one last glance
at the truck still across the street, and headed through her house to the patio
out back. The twerp was pushing the
mower all along the fence. She chose a
seat where she could keep an eye on him.
She put her feet up on one of the ottomans, and continued working on her
picture of the man hanging by his balls.
Such a pleasant picture. At least
it was for her.
As the
little twerp worked, she watched him growing more and more tired. Weakling!
But then, he wasn’t much of a man to begin with. So what should she do with him? There was a lot of work she still needed done
around her house – inside as well as outside.
Maybe something inside would be more suited to him in the future. But here in South Carolina, the grass grew
fast all summer long. At least her lawn
did. Of course, she made whoever was
doing her gardening fertilize it for her several times a year so it would
always look good.
But the
bottom line was, until she could find someone more suited to pushing the mower
outside, the little twerp was going to have to do that himself…along with a
bunch of other things she wanted done as well.
He had
said he repaired computers for a living.
She was guessing he got off of work at a decent time every night. Most likely a lot earlier than she got home
in the evenings. As with most of her
other playthings, she saw no reason to limit her fun to just the weekends.
But the
twerp was too new yet. Too green. Too stupid.
He had a lot of lessons yet to learn.
Like with all of them, she was going to have to start slowly with him.
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Hope you can see someone who can help! *hugs*
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