Mercy Me
By Karen
Singer
Chapter 3 – Part 1 of 2
Early
Sunday morning, Ben stared in disbelief.
He looked around trying to see if what he was seeing was correct, but as
he now knew, he was. Using the
laundromat was going to cost him a fortune.
How the heck could they charge that much just to wash a load of
clothes? And then to dry them was just
as much. And he had several loads that
needed to be done. He had miscalculated
there. He had budgeted enough for the
house, and enough to rent what little furniture he had, but he figured he could
get by for a few months without a washer and dryer. At the prices the laundromat was charging, he
could quickly buy a used washer and dryer cheaper than he could use the
laundromat. But what choice did he have?
What
choice? His mind went back to the
conversation he had with his oddball neighbor the night before. She had offered to let him use her washer and
dryer – if he would do her wash for her as well. A symbiotic relationship she had said. That’s what she expected from all her…play
toys…was that the way she had put it?
But did he want to go that route?
Not really.
As he
put his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet to get change for the
machines, he thought again. It was going
to cost him a damn fortune just to get his wash done. He thought again about her offer. Did he dare?
What could it hurt? He wasn’t one
of the men she could dominate and make them do such bizarre things. If he asked her, he would have to make that
fact abundantly clear.
He
could do her laundry for her. Heck, that
was easy. He had done all the laundry
for him and his wife since long before they had gotten married, six years
ago. But did he really want to go down
that route? He looked again at the
machine where he could put his credit card in and get coins…no…tokens for the
machines. If he did that, he wouldn’t
even get spendable money back. He’d have
to use them all on the laundromat’s machines.
He picked up his big box of laundry and carried it right back to his
car. He would ask the neighbor across
the street. But he was going to make
sure she knew exactly where he stood on things!
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Mercy
opened her garage door and looked out at the world. The car was missing from the driveway across
the street. She thought again about her
conversation with the guy. Single. Still in the process of getting a
divorce. But he had already bought a
house. Well, it was his business, not
hers.
She
turned on her arc welder, pulled her goggles over her eyes, and pulled her
gloves onto her hands. A minute later,
she was welding together the pieces of steel for her latest bondage device.
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Ben
pulled into his driveway. He got out of
his car and saw his neighbor’s garage door open, and he saw the sparks
flying. She was welding? It looked like her entire garage had been
turned into a big workshop. Leaving his
box of laundry in the car, he walked across the street. Her back was to him and the noise of her
welder wouldn’t let her hear his approach.
He waited, knowing that what she was working with was dangerous. The noise and the welding stopped. He saw her stand up straight and pull the
goggles up. “Hello!”
Mercy
turned quickly. She was surprised to see
the guy from across the street standing there.
“Good
morning,” Ben said to her.
“Morning,”
she replied with a smile.
“I
came to see if the offer to use your washer and dryer was still good. I can’t believe how much the laundromat charges
to do just a single load of wash.”
She
laughed. “I can imagine. Sure,” she replied. “You can use it. But you know my rates.”
“Do
your wash for you,” he replied.
“You
got it.”
Ben
nodded. “There’s just one thing I want
to get straight with you first.”
“What’s
that?”
“I’m
not one of your…what did you call it…toys?
I’m not one of the customers you mess with. I just want to do my laundry…and in return,
I’ll do yours. But! I’ll only do one load for you for each load
that I do for me. That’s it.”
Mercy
was surprised. “One load?”
“For
each load of my own that I do. I think
that’s fair.”
“But it’s
my washer and dryer you’re using.”
“And
my labor to get the job done.”
Once
again, Mercy was surprised. This guy was
interesting. Smart, but interesting. She considered the deal. “Fine!
For each load you do, I expect one full
load of my things done as well. None of
these barely full loads at all where I get the short end of the stick.”
“You
can pack the washer yourself for all I care,” Ben replied.
“No. I’ll trust you. In fact, you seem like a rather, trustworthy
kind of guy.”
Ben
nodded. “I like to think so. So we have a deal?”
Mercy
nodded. “Deal! And I’ll be happy to have
the job done. I wasn’t looking forward
to doing it myself.”
“No
problem. Let me get my laundry.”
Mercy
watched him walk back across the street.
Her new neighbor was proving to be more interesting than she thought. Intrigued, she turned her welder off and
removed her gloves and goggles. A few
minutes later, she held the kitchen door open for him and led him to her washer
and dryer in the small closet in the hallway.
As Ben
carried his big box of laundry through her house, his eyes were scanning all
around. Her kitchen had been normal
enough, but her living room was…well…filled with stuff he wasn’t sure
about. It was like walking through some
kind of metal art project. “Do you show
stuff in museums?” he asked.
Mercy
laughed. “My living room is my
museum…for me to enjoy. Especially when
I’ve got men in the house. The washer
and dryer are right here,” she showed him.
Ben
gratefully set his box down. “Huh!” he
grunted. “The same type my wife and I
had.”
“So
you know how to use them?” Mercy asked.
“I did
all our laundry at home,” he replied.
“Trust me, I’m know these machines very well.”
He did
all the laundry? A man? Stranger and stranger. Unless….
“Um…did you by any chance have a wife-led relationship?”
“A
what?”
“Did
your wife make all the decisions? Did
she make you do all the work?”
“Huh? Uh…no.
Not at all. I just…did it.”
Mercy
shook her head. “Whatever. I just wanted to ask.”
Ben began
pulling his sheets out of the box.
“Hey! How about a load of my things first,” Mercy
said.
Ben
looked angrily at her. “Fine!” he
decided. “Where’s your sheets?”
“My
sheets?”
“Yes. I always do sheets first. There’s an order to the way I do things, and
the sheets are always first. I had to
sleep on brand new, unwashed sheets
last night. I can’t wait to get them
washed properly.”
Mercy
stared at him like he was crazy. “You
wash brand new sheets before you sleep on them?”
“Of
course. Don’t you?”
“I
wouldn’t think of it! They’re new. They’re already clean.”
“Well
I don’t. Where are your sheets?”
“Here,
in the bedroom,” she said. She turned
and led the way.
Ben
entered the master bedroom. It was
fairly large. He saw a bathroom off of
it. Her bed was a rumpled mess of
blankets and sheets. “You don’t even
make your bed?”
“Why
should I?”
He
shook his head. Together, they stripped
all the sheets off of the bed. Ben
carried them to the washer, put them in, used her detergent, and turned it
on. Mercy was quick to note that he did
seem to know what he was doing with the washer.
“Beer?” she asked, knowing that it was going to be quite a wait.
“I
told you last night, I don’t drink it.”
“Yeah. I remember.
I don’t have any iced tea.
Sorry.”
“I’ve
got a pitcher at home I made yesterday.
Would you mind if I brought it over?”
“Of
course not. Just use the front
door. Don’t knock, just come in when you
come back.” She watched him leave. What a weird guy!
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Michael
was going crazy. Yesterday had been a
nightmare…yet it was also something that had him so excited he couldn’t stand
it. Another thing he couldn’t stand was
the darn chastity device she had locked onto his cock. As stimulated as he was, he couldn’t do
anything about it, and consequently whatever was on the inside of that thing
continually felt like pins trying to force their way into the head of his
cock. Maddening!
He had
been stuck wearing and wetting that second diaper all night long. As early as he dared, he had gotten up, sent
her a picture of how wet it was, then had finally taken a good hot shower. His backside was still raw from the spanking
machine she had used on him yesterday, and after an entire night of having a wet
diaper pressed against it, his backside was now even worse. It – hurt!
Sitting down wasn’t a pleasant option.
And now
he had to go out and buy more panties – to wear from now on – even to
work! How could he? He wracked his brain to find a way out of
it. He could probably find some way to
get out of that chastity device on his cock, then he could just not see her
anymore. The only problem was, as much
of a nightmare as yesterday had been, something inside of him couldn’t wait for
more. So the chastity device was still
attached…he wasn’t even sure he could get it off…and he was now getting ready
to go to the store to buy…panties…to wear from now on…including to work. Damn those needles inside that chastity
device hurt!
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Thanks for the update glad you're healing! :)
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