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.
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