Mercy Me - Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

     Continuing to hold his hand, Mercy led him right back into the shoe store and straight over to the bench she had told him to sit on earlier.  As far as she could see, everyone in the store, who at that time appeared to be all women, were watching more closely than they had before.  She ignored them.  “Now get those shoes and socks off,” she said to the still semi-blubbering wretch.

      “Is there a problem here?” one of the saleswomen asked.

     Mercy looked at the twerp.  “Do you have a problem anymore?”

     Michael looked up at her, wanting to burst into tears again.  “N…n…no.”

      “Good!  See,” she said to the saleswoman.  “No problems…except that he needs some new shoes.”

     The saleswoman backed off, but not far.  She continued to watch them…just as did most of the other customers in the store.  Actually, she had seen Mercy with men in the store before, just not for some time now.  And every last one of those men had left wearing women’s high heels.

     Michael’s hands shook as he leaned down to untie his sneakers.  He was not feeling good about this.  All his mind could think about was all the teasing he had gotten growing up, usually teasing suggesting that maybe he was really a girl instead of a boy since he was so small.  And all too often, they suggested he was really something worse.  How was he going to live with himself for doing this?  But it seemed there was no way out of it.  He had gone looking for some hard-core fun.  And he had found…embarrassing trouble instead.

     Mercy wandered down the aisle of shoes.  What to get him?  The little twerp was so short that a decent pair of heels could only help that.  Wasn’t that why a lot of women wore heels?  But the heels were only one requirement of the shoes.  They also had to strap onto the foot.  She didn’t want them falling during any strenuous activity.  She also didn’t want her men to be able to kick them off at all.  If she wanted them to be uncomfortable, then they weren’t going to have the option of kicking off their heels.

     There weren’t that many pairs of heels at all on that row of shoes, but she did find some.  She settled on a brown pair with three-inch heels and two crossing ankle straps.  She brought them back to him and set them on the floor in front of him.  The twerp looked miserable and afraid.  Good!  He better!  She’d beat him raw if he gave her any more trouble.

     Michael wanted to die.  It was as if his worst nightmares were coming true.  Too afraid of her to resist, he reached down, grabbed the left high heel from the box, and stuck his foot into it.  He had to struggle a bit to get it on.  Then he had to figure out how to buckle the thing.  But in due course, the shoe was attached firmly to his foot.  Two minutes later, he was wearing both shoes.

      “Stand up and let me see,” Mercy told him…more than aware that everyone in the store was watching him…watching them.

     Michael stood up carefully.  It wasn’t that difficult.

      “Walk around a bit.  Let me see.”

     Walk?  Just standing in the things felt really weird, like he was standing on his toes.  He stepped forward, feeling how quickly the heel hit the ground.  He rocked forward onto his toe and brought his other foot forward.  Left foot, then right foot.  Around in a slow small circle.  He quickly figured out that he had to place his feet carefully and be careful not to turn his foot to the side or he’d sprain an ankle.

     Mercy stood back and watched, looking at more than just his feet.  Hmm!  The heels didn’t look that bad.  In fact, in a way, they would be perfect for her purposes.  The problem was though, that there was just something that didn’t look right about them on him.  She motioned him to walk around in a circle again.  The little twerp looked ridiculous.  His face was red from crying.  His eyes were still moist.  The bow pulling his hair back made him look more like a kid than ever.  More like a little girl.  And then it dawned on her.  Maybe that was what the problem was.  He looked more like a kid than an adult, and therefore, the heels, as nice as they were, didn’t seem right.

     So what the hell should she do?  Buy the heels or try a different pair?  She finally shook her head.  “Sit!” she ordered.  “Take them off.”

     Michael was very glad to do that.  He sat and quickly glanced up and around, then just as quickly he looked down at his feet again.  Everybody was watching him!  He was glad to get the heels off his feet.  He bent and stretched his toes.  He would have put his own shoes on again, but Mistress was once again searching the row of shoes.

     Mercy wandered slowly down the aisle looking for possibilities for the twerp.  Because of the in-between size, she realized that the aisle contained a mixture of women’s and girl’s shoes. But there appeared to be more shoes for girls than women.  Maybe that’s what she needed – not heels.  Scratch that.  Maybe that’s what he needed.  Little girl shoes!  Somehow that concept seemed a lot more fitting.  She stopped looking at the more mature styles for women and started concentrating on the styles meant more for girls.

     So what would be a good pair for him?  She pulled out a pair of black t-strap shoes.  Almost no heel at all.  And then her eye caught sight of the exact same shoes, only in a bright silvery pattern.  Cool!  And pretty too.  She compared the two colors closely.  The black would be more like most girls would wear for anything, including school and play, but many girls would just as easily prefer the brighter silvery color.  The silver would also stand out a lot more.  But looking at the silvery ones, she was afraid of how well they would stand up to some of the punishment she had a feeling the shoes would take.  They certainly wouldn’t look that pretty for long.  The plain black leather would stand up to the things she knew they would be going through much better. 

     With a small sigh of regret, she chose a pair of the black t-straps and carried them up to him.  “Try these,” she said as she handed him the box.

     Michael looked at the shoes in the box, and his stomach gave another lurch.  He looked up at her with pleading eyes.  “These aren’t women’s shoes,” he said.  “They look like shoes for a girl.”

     Mercy smiled.  “That’s right.  You should be happy about that.”

      “No…I…”  But he couldn’t tell anyone what his problem was with that.  It was bad enough she was making him buy women’s shoes to wear, but to reduce him further from and adult to a child, that was simply much worse.  Again, his mind went back to all the teasing he had gotten in school.

      “What’s your problem?” Mercy asked sternly. 

     But he couldn’t tell her.  “N…no problem,” he muttered, unable to look at her.

      “Then put them on!”

     He pulled the shoes from the box and strapped them onto his feet.  Not only didn’t they have a high heel, the wafer-thin heel they did have was less than the heels on any pair of men’s shoes he had ever seen.  The shoes felt strange on his feet in an entirely different way than the high heels had felt.  They were more comfortable, but they still felt odd and strange at the same time. 

      “Stand up and walk around,” Mercy ordered.

     He stood.  Slowly he walked around in a circle, once again aware of all the women in the store watching him.  He was so embarrassed!

     Mercy watched him walking around and around.  She moved back a bit to look at him better.  Yes, the shoes did seem to suit him much better.  In fact, they looked very nice on him…and dare she say it, with that bow in his longish hair, they looked almost normal on him.  Too normal.  She liked them better on him than the high heels, but at the same time, the shoes didn’t stand out like the high heels would.

     So what should she do?  What pair should she make him buy?  She didn’t want to make the little jerk pay too much.  Would two pairs of shoes be too much?  She looked around and had no trouble at all finding the saleswoman.  “Is there a sale on by any chance?” she asked.

     The saleswoman was surprised by the question.  “We’ve almost always got sales running.”

      “How about for the shoes he has on, plus the brown heels?”

      “A lot of the shoes in the store are marked down right now,” she told Mercy.  “But let me check for you.”  She went over and grabbed both shoe boxes and carried them to the front counter and scanned them.  “You’re in luck,” she said with a smile as she saw the results.  They’re both forty percent off right now.”

     It took no time for Mercy to make up her mind.  “You lucked out twerp.  Two for nearly the price of one.  I want you to buy them both.”

     Still wearing the black t-straps, Michael reluctantly went up to the counter and paid for both pairs of shoes.  “Can I change into my shoes now?” Michael asked once he had put his wallet away.

      “Those are your shoes now,” Mercy replied.  “But…yes, I do want you to change shoes before we leave.”

     Michael breathed a sigh of relief.  He headed straight toward the bench where he had left his sneakers.  By the time he sat down, Mercy was right there in front of him, handing him the box of brown heels.  “Put these on instead!” she ordered.

      “Those?” he said, totally shocked. “You want me to wear them…now?”

      “I really am going to hurt you when we get home,” Mercy replied angrily.  “And maybe we should stop and pick up a pretty dress for you to wear before we go home too.”

     Michael’s stomach gave another lurch.  “No!” he cried quickly.

      “Then put those heels on and let’s go!”

     Was there a time?  Was there even a moment?  Michael wondered about that as they walked out of the store together.  He was carrying a large bag containing two boxes of shoes.  One box held the pair of little girl shoes he had just been forced to buy, the other box contained his old sneakers.  The high heels on his feet were very difficult to walk in as he tried his best to keep up with her.  But all he could really think about as they headed for her pickup truck, was…was there ever even a single moment, when all those women in the store, hadn’t been watching him?  They had all seen him trying on and wearing high heels.  They had all seen him trying on and wearing the even more embarrassing little girl shoes.  And now, they had all seen him leaving – wearing women’s high heels.  Embarrassing.  Totally, completely, embarrassing.

     Once they got to the truck, Mercy opened the passenger door for him.  He threw the large bag into the back area.  He quickly discovered that it was a lot more difficult to climb up into her big truck wearing heels – even if they did make him taller.  Once on the road, he was glad to see her turn in the direction of her home.  That didn’t last long however when she made another turn.  “Where are we going?” he asked.

     Mercy shook her head.  “I’m afraid you’re going to need something else now,” she said.

      “What?” he asked, totally terrified now.  “You’re going to make me buy a dress?”

      “If you like,” she replied with a smile on her face.  “I’ll be glad to let you buy yourself something pretty to wear with those shoes.”  She paused, then added threateningly, “Or, if you give me the least bit of trouble now, I can guarantee that you and I will go dress shopping after this.”

      “No!  Please,” he begged.

      “Then don’t give me any trouble.  You’re already in more hot water now than you know!”

     Michael gulped.  Hot water.  And with her, that could be frightening.

     Mercy took him to Walmart.  She would rather shop at the mall for what she needed for him, but they had taken so long at the shoe store that she wasn’t sure if she would have time.  Besides, she needed to punish him later for the way he behaved earlier.

     Once she had parked, all it took was one stern look from her before they got out of the truck to get him to open his door and climb down.  Once again, she held his hand like a child as they walked from the truck into the store.  As far as Mercy was concerned, he really was like a little girl.  Maybe she should have kept those t-straps on him.  “When you walk,” she told him, “try putting one foot directly in front of the other.  Once you get used to it, you’ll have no problem with it.”

     One foot in front of the other?  Michael tried that.  It didn’t seem to make walking in the heels any easier at all.  In fact, it only complicated things.

     Once inside, she looked at the shopping carts and wondered if she should make the little jerk ride in the child’s seat.  She actually considered doing that for a moment, but one look at the seats in those carts and she wasn’t sure if he would fit in it or not…as small as he was.  If she had left the t-straps on him, she would have tried for sure, but somehow the thought of him wearing high heels like she presently had him in would ruin the effect.

     Since what she needed was small, she decided to bypass the shopping carts and continue to hold his hand.  Yeah, she really should have left those t-straps on him.  Still, she was very happy to see all the people staring in amusement at him – which is exactly why she always had her men wearing a bow in their hair and high heels when they were out with her.  The result was that everyone immediately knew that the men with her were nothing but emasculated sissies, and they all were under her control.  It was always very satisfying for her.

     Michael tried looking only at the floor as he struggled to keep up with her in those heels, but more often, even with his head bowed in embarrassment, his eyes noticed all the people around him instead.  And it looked like everyone he could see was staring right at him.  He wanted to die!  If she’d just let go of his hand, he might even consider running away!  He might consider that, but how fast could he run in those heels?  Not to mention, he figured she’d still catch him.  He could just see himself having to buy and wear a dress out in public too.  He had to avoid that at all costs!

     Mercy led him straight to the lingerie department before she finally let go of his hand.  “Okay twerp.”  She pointed at the display ahead of them.  “The pantyhose and stockings are right there.  Choose two pairs.  Any kind you like.  Pantyhose, or stay ups.  I don’t care.  Um…if whatever you choose comes in a size, I suggest you get a size small.”

     Ugh!  “You want me to pick them out?”

      “That’s what I said.  Whatever you get is up to you.”

      “Can’t you find something for me?”

      “Hell no!  I’d rather watch you doing it,” she replied with a smile.

     Once again Michael wanted to die.  Having no choice, he walked forward.  How could he do this quickly?  There were packages of all kinds of things there.  He had to stand there and read the labels to figure out what each thing was.  What should he get?  What could he grab fast?  He saw a label that said size small on one of the packages.  Not caring what kind of stockings they were, he grabbed it.  Two feet away, he grabbed another flat package with the word small on it.  Done!  “Okay?” he asked as he brought the packages back to her.

     Mercy shrugged.  “Good enough.  Whatever.  But while he had been looking at the stockings, her eyes had been drawn to something else nearby.  The socks.  She walked over and started looking.  She reached out and grabbed a pair that struck her as perfect.  Then another pair of similar socks.  And finally, she grabbed a third pair.  She handed all of them to the twerp.  “Here,” she said.  “Get these too.”

     Michael looked at them, but he was quick to see that they were all thin white girl’s socks – with a frilly turned down ankle on them.  She was making things even worse!

      “Let’s go,” Mercy said as she grabbed his free hand. 

     Michael had to hold both pairs of stocking and all three pairs of socks in one hand while she led him back through the store.  Fortunately, the stocking packages were flat and the socks didn’t take that much to hold either.  He was glad she led him right to the checkout counter.  But….  “Um…would it be faster if we used the self-serve checkout?” he asked.

      “It would,” Mercy replied with a smile.  “But why would I want to deprive you of the opportunity to show off your pretty hair bow and those lovely new high heels?”

     Once again he felt like dying.

     When they finally left the store, Michael could only think about the cost of the stockings and socks he had just bought.  Cost…not in terms of money.  He didn’t even remember how much he had spent.  The cost to him that he couldn’t ignore, was the price of so many people looking at him with amused faces.  Laughing at him.  Knowing and seeing what a…sissy…she had made of him.  That was the real cost to him.  And it had been even worse in the shoe store.  She had taken him and turned him into a sissy.  In public!  Where everyone would see and immediately realize it.  And she wasn’t going to let him go.

      “Now hear this twerp,” Mercy said as she turned her truck toward home.  “This is the way it’s going to be.  From now on, whenever you come to my house, or whenever we go out anywhere together, or even if by some chance I decide to go to your house, you’re always going to have some kind of pretty bow in your hair, and you’re always going to be wearing…uh…well for you, either those high heels or the little girl shoes instead.  Always!  The stockings you got go with the heels, and the socks should be worn with your black shoes.  And if by some chance, which I can pretty much guarantee will happen, your stockings get a run in them or ruined in any way at all, then I expect you to replace them right away.  Always keep at least two pair available at all times.  Got that?”  When he didn’t answer, she turned her head and asked again.  “Got that?”

      “Yeah,” he mumbled.  How the heck could he do this?  She was totally…demented!  When they passed the Burger King, he was very happy to see her heading for home.  He had been very much afraid she would make him buy a dress to wear too.  He felt very relieved that she hadn’t made him buy one.  Once again the memories of all the teasing he had gotten in school flooded his mind.  A sissy.  She was forcing him to dress like…a sissy.  In public.  Where everyone could see.

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     Mercy pulled her truck into her driveway and hit the button to open her garage door.  “Put your bags in your car twerp,” she told him.  “Then come in for a while.”

     Michael wasn’t at all sure he wanted to go into her house…ever!  He got out of the truck and went over to his car.  While she waited for him near the front of his car, he opened the passenger door and put the bags on the front seat, but as soon as the bags were out of his hand, he felt her grabbing him around his waist…and she pulled him backwards!  He screamed.

     Mercy had come up behind the little twerp while he was leaning into his car.  With one arm, she reached in quickly and wrapped it around his waist.  She pulled him back, then picked him up and carried him by that one arm still around his middle.  She closed his car door for him and carried him toward her house like that, dangling by his waist as she held him.  The twerp certainly didn’t weigh that much, not that she would have had any problem with a much bigger man.  Mercy prided herself on her strength, and she worked out at least once a day to get even stronger. 

      “What are you doing?  What are you doing?” Michael cried in terror.  He kicked his feet, he did everything he could, but she had him by his waist with his head and feet dangling down, and there was no way he could get free.

     With him kicking and screaming, she carried him into her house, closing the garage door with her free hand as she passed.  She carried him all the way into her living room.  Still holding him by that one arm, she carried him over to one of her devices right in the middle of the room.  It was one of the few things that was padded.  Setting him carefully down on top of the high rounded bench so that his waist was in the middle of it.  She grabbed his arms and pulled them downward toward the floor.  She grabbed one of the sets of chains and cuffs and attached one of them to his right wrist.  Then she pulled the chain tight and locked it in place so that his arm was pulled tightly down toward the floor.  His left arm was soon in the same condition.  She went around behind him, unfastened his pants, and pulled them and his panties off of him, pulling them right over top of his new high heels.  His naked backside was now exposed for her to work on.

      “What are you doing?” he cried in terror…for the thousandth time.  But he didn’t get an answer.  Instead, he now felt her pulling on his left leg…and he felt the cuff being attached to his ankle…and he felt his leg being pulled downward.  A minute later, his right leg was pulled taught as well.  He was totally trapped…with his bare ass in the air.  “What are you doing?” he yelled again.

      “Oh shut up!” Mercy said, now that he was firmly trapped and couldn’t move.  She slapped his bare bottom hard with her hand.  His yell of pain was a pleasant sound.  “You pissed me off earlier in the shoe store, and now you’re going to pay for it,” she told him.  “One of the things I need to teach you, is that I’m in charge – of everything!  Not you.  You have no say about anything at all that I decide to do with you, or to you.  You wanted the hard-core.  You’re the one who said you had no limits.  So I’m going to give you some of it.  And trust me twerp, I’m not even getting close to anything hard-core yet.  We’ll work up to that gradually.”  She slapped his ass hard again, and thrilled to his shout of his pain.

      “By the time we do get to the hard-core stuff, you’ll be so far under my control, you won’t even think about how easy all of what we’re doing now is.  You’ll be that used to it.  The only hard-core thing I’m really doing with you now, is to not let you out of anything.  And speaking of making sure you’re not going to get out of it….”

     She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and found the contact information where she had put his phone number in.  She walked around and leaned down toward his head.  “What’s your address?” she asked.  “Where do you live?”

      “My…”

     She stood up and slapped his bare bottom hard again.  “Where do you live?” she demanded.

     Michael yelped at the pain, then told her his address.  Mercy put it all into her phone so she’d have it.  Then she leaned down toward his head again.  “Now that I know where you live, I’ll have no problem finding you if you ever don’t show up when I tell you to.  And trust me twerp, there will be some real hell to pay for that!”

     Michael gulped.  She was making sure he couldn’t get out of her control.

      “Very soon now,” she said, “I’m going to take a little trip to visit you at your place.  I’m going to make sure I can find it quickly.  And I can assure you that we’ll play at your house just like we play right here.  Won’t that be fun?”  Once again she slapped his bare ass hard.

     She walked away from him and found her spanking machine.  She pushed it over behind him.  “Since you were such a bother in the store this evening, we’re going to teach you a little lesson.  This isn’t much, but it will be a small taste of what the future could possibly bring if you’re not good.”  She stopped to consider things.  “Actually,” she said, “it’s going to be a small taste of what’s in your future, whether you’re good or not.  All of this is fun for me.  But believe me, if you’re ever bad, then things will be much, much worse.”

     She had the machine lined up with his backside now.  Once again she slapped his backside with her hand.  “Since you were such a pain in the ass earlier, then I’m going to give you a bunch of pain in your ass.  Remember my spanking machine last weekend?  Did you enjoy that?  I didn’t turn it up very high or let it run very long then, but I know you felt the sting of it for some time.”

     She turned her machine on.  It was set to the same slow setting she had used on him before.  The first wide smooth leather paddle went around and slapped his ass, followed quickly by the next.  One leather paddle after another spanked his bare bottom as the machine continued to go around and around. 

      “Stop!  Stop!” Michael cried as his rear end got hit over and over again.  “I’ll be good!  I promise.  Stop!  Stop!”

     Mercy chuckled.  “Oh shut up!  It’s not going to stop until I decide to let it stop.  And for being bad earlier, what you got last weekend was nothing compared to what you’ll be going home with tonight.  With a small twist of the dial, the spanking machine ran a tiny bit faster, hitting him both faster and harder.  She walked around closer to his head.  “Enjoy that you little shit!  Cry and scream all you want.  I find it very enjoyable.”  She walked away to sit for a while with her sewing project.

     Michael was crying now.  “Stop!  Please stop,” he wailed as the machine kept hitting and hurting him.  But his begging did no good at all.  He was stuck, and she loved being cruel.  He knew that about her before they had even met.  He had read her posts and fantasized about being treated cruelly by her long before she had asked to meet him.  He had masturbated over what she might do to him time and time again.  He had wanted to be bound to her hellish devices.  He had wanted her to inflict horrible pain on him.  He had wanted her to totally dominate him in such a way that he would be considered nothing but a worthless lump of nothing.  And he had even told her about all that in some of his posts on the internet – before she had asked to meet him. 

     He had wanted all that, but now, the reality of it was so much different.  The reality was real pain!  Real domination!  And very real trouble.  How many times had he fantasized about it all and masturbated over it to amazing orgasms?  Too many to count.  It was only then, as the pain in his backside grew worse and worse, that he realized he hadn’t felt any pain from that darn chastity device in a long time now.  Not since she had pulled him out of that shoe store and spanked his bottom right there in the parking lot. 

     Somehow, the reality of it all, wasn’t nearly as sexy as the fantasies.