Mercy Me - Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

     Ron Gretch could literally feel the excitement driving him crazy.  The crew he was working with today had all seen him get the text message, but they all got texts throughout the day, so it meant nothing to any of them.  But this one meant a lot to Ron.  It was a message from Mistress!  They were supposed to go shopping together tonight. 

     His mind went back to two nights ago when they had met at Burger King for the second time.  She had immediately taken her back to her place, and in the process, she had dubbed him Fido.  A dog’s name.  And she continually referred to him as Fido – as nothing but a dog.  It worried him that such a thing could excite him so much, but she wasn’t fazed by it at all. 

     She had asked him last time to buy himself a dog toy to play with.  And he had.  He had found a soft purple monkey with long arms and legs at the grocery store.  He had taken that toy home, and thrown it across the room, then gone after it on all fours, picking it up with his mouth…all the while remembering how she had thrown that wooden dowel of hers in the back yard so he could play fetch with it.  He also very well remembered what else she had done with him in her backyard.  It had been one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

     The part he wasn’t as crazy about, was the chastity device she had demanded he wear.  It was something he was having a lot of trouble getting used to.  It didn’t hurt, but he could always feel it attached to him.  The weight was there, the stiffness was there.  It all felt…strange.  And then there was the fact that his cock continually felt like he was sticking it into something for some sexual exercise, except he couldn’t get any exercise out of it.  Not fun!  But if things worked out half as well with Mistress as he hoped they would, he would gladly wear the device for her.

     Her text this morning had simply asked him to text her back at lunchtime when he was able.  Now he was going crazy waiting…and it was only eight-thirty in the morning.

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     Michael Hammond picked up the laptop computer and set it on his workbench.  He checked the paperwork explaining what was wrong with it.  He read the symptoms and shook his head.  His brain was so foggy today he couldn’t even start to guess at what might be wrong with the thing. 

     He had pushed his chair out of the way, preferring to stand today.  His backside was still raw and hurting…far worse than the last time she had put her spanking machine to work on him.  Fortunately, nobody would say anything to him about standing up to work since he sometimes preferred to do that.  That is, if anybody came in to see him today – which he hoped they didn’t.  He was too tired to hold a decent conversation.

     He was in a really bad state today – way beyond how sore and hurting his backside was.  When he had gotten home last night, he had been in major misery.  But that hadn’t stopped him twenty minutes later from staring at the full-length mirror in his bedroom at the high heels that had still been strapped to his feet.  He hadn’t taken them off, even after he got home.  In the privacy of his bedroom, he had found those heels to be even more stimulating to him than when he had bought his first pair of panties.  Out in public, the heels had done nothing but drive him mad with embarrassment.  But in the privacy of his own room, where nobody could see, they had fueled his fantasies beyond anything he could remember.  And the memories of what he had just gone through that night somehow became, not horrible memories, which they were, but the dreams of his sexual fantasies – come true!

     The only problem was, as much as he tried to do something about those fantasies sexually, he couldn’t.  The miserable chastity device she had locked onto him not only totally denied him, but all those tiny spikes in the very tip of it had him in some major pain.  And as strangely as it was, that pain also increased his sexual need.  Because of it, he had gotten almost no sleep last night.  So now, he was not only hurting too much to sit down, he was too tired to really do his job well.  Maybe he should have just called in sick.

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     Ben Whitmore opened a web browser on his work computer.  It was his break time.  The company didn’t care what you did during your fifteen-minute breaks…as long as you didn’t go to anyplace on the web where you shouldn’t.  But Ben never even gave that situation a thought.  He wasn’t going to anyplace illegal, he was shopping for a used washer and dryer. 

     The nerve of that woman!  She had tied him up and forced him to walk on her treadmill – one foot in front of the other.  Who did she think she was?  He was so angry at her he could scream.  Of course, just as much as he thought about the treadmill incident, he also couldn’t seem to forget the feel of her hands when she had brought him to such a mind-blowing orgasm.  That had been…unforgettable. 

     Who did she think she was?  In fact, who was she?  He didn’t know her name since she had refused to give it to him.  Not only that, she had refused to let him tell her his name.  What kind of crazy person was she?  Well, very crazy!  That was obvious.  Totally out of her ever-lovin’ mind! 

     Ah!  Used washers and dryers.  And the prices were all a fraction of what he would have to pay if he bought them new.  The only problem was, these people didn’t deliver.  He’d have to go and get them himself.  How the heck was he supposed to put a washer and dryer into his car and get it home.  Not only would they be way too big to put in his car, how the heck was he supposed to lift them by himself.  And then he thought about something else.  How did you hook the darn things up?  He was an accountant, not an appliance repair man. 

     Totally frustrated, he closed the web browser.  What was he going to do?  Once again the thought of using her washer and dryer came to mind…as did the offence of her tying him up and manipulating him like she had. 

     Who did she think she was?

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     Mercy was proud of herself as she pulled into her driveway after work.  Every time she had seen Harvey today, she had totally ignored him.  She had managed to get through the day without ramming her fist down his throat like she wanted so badly to do.  The nerve of the guy!  And now she was on shaky ground with Jonesy because of him.  She really should punch his lights out!  But that would only make her situation with the company that much worse.  She couldn’t have that.  So somehow, she had managed to not kill Harvey, and she had pretty much avoided him all day.  The jerk!

     But could she continue to do that in the days to come?  That was a different question.  Fortunately, it was Thursday night and her workweek was over.  She had three days off now to enjoy herself.  She smiled as she grabbed her lunchbox and climbed down from her truck.  That enjoyment would be starting tonight!  Last night she had taken the little twerp and bought him his new shoes…two pairs of shoes.  Not just heels, but some little girl’s t-bars too.  As raw and troublesome as the little twerp was, she was rather enjoying playing with him.  And last night when she had finally sent him home, she had sent him in some major agony.  She had seen how difficult it had been for him to sit down when he tried to get into his car.  That brief sight alone had stimulated her fun in bed afterwards.

     And now tonight she had Fido to look forward to.  Tonight he was in for a surprise.  He probably thought they were going to go to the garden center so she could buy a hedge trimmer.  Not even close!  Tonight, Fido was going to get some new shoes too.  High heels!  Just because he liked to be treated like a dog didn’t mean much to her.  She had her needs and likes, and she liked to emasculate men.  Yes, treating him like a dog was very emasculating.  Very humiliating for him too, she was quite sure of that.  But while she enjoyed it, it didn’t meet her needs as much.  So tonight, high heels.  Of course, she would get him a few other things tonight too, just like she had done last night with the twerp.

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      “Fido” pulled his pickup truck into her wide driveway and parked it next to her truck.  Since they were going shopping, he figured she would probably want them to both ride in her truck.  That was fine with him.  It was a much nicer truck than he had.  It was certainly a lot newer. 

     He patted the big bow once again in his hair.  They had texted back and forth a few times at lunchtime so he would know what time to be there, and also to make sure that he would be wearing that bow.  He wasn’t looking forward to going shopping – going out in public – with a bow in his hair, but she had been adamant about it.  And dare he say it, his cock was feeling rather frustrated over the situation right now since her chastity device was keeping it from growing like it wanted. 

     Controlled!  That’s how he was beginning to feel.  And he couldn’t stop thinking about that…and that fact that being completely controlled was exactly what he thought his underlying need had been all these years.  He wanted someone to completely control him.  At least that was the conclusion he had come to earlier this afternoon.  He opened his truck door and got out, noticing her garage door starting to open.

     Mercy watched him approaching as her garage door finished going up.  She looked him over carefully.  Definitely points for that bow!  As she had requested, he was dressed decently.  No work clothes.  In truth, he was a nice looking man.  

      “Hello Mistress,” Fido said as he walked up to her, noticing again that she was taller than he was, and how muscular she looked.  And once again, she wasn’t exactly dressed very femininely at all.  She was even wearing work boots! 

      “Hi Fido,” Mercy replied.  “I’m glad you had time to change after work.”

      “It was a bit of a rush,” Fido replied, “but I’m here.”

      “Perfect!” Mercy said with a smile.  “Ready to go?”

      “Yes Mistress.  Um…I know I asked earlier in my text, but is there any way we can do with without me wearing this bow?”

     Mercy smiled.  “You know the answer to that, so don’t ask again!”

     Fido inwardly sighed.  He had tried.  He climbed up into the passenger side of her truck.  A very nice truck.  He looked around at all the amenities that his truck didn’t have.  “Nice,” he said as she started the engine.  “I wish I had a truck half this nice.”

     His question however brought up a subject that Mercy wanted to talk to him about.  “What’s wrong with your truck?” she asked as she pulled her truck out of the driveway.

      “Nothing.  It’s just not nearly as nice as this.

      “Well, this one is only a few months old,” she told him.  “But that brings up something I’ve wanted to ask you about.”

      “What?”

      “According to Vicky…Mistress Victoria, you only went to her occasionally because you don’t have much money.”

      “That’s right, unfortunately.  I’m very grateful that she was kind enough to work with me.  She really was very…um…good at her job.  Which is why I kept going back to her.”

      “Yes,” I know she’s good,” Mercy replied.  “But tell me, you said you work for the city.  I would think that they would pay a decent amount.  Maybe not anything great, but a decent amount anyway.”

      “They do,” Fido replied.  “It’s not that much really, but I can live on it.  But that’s not my problem.  Um…you see…I owe a lot of money.  A lot!  And making those payments for so long has kind of got me going downhill on the financial side.  I literally can’t afford to do that much outside of meet my bills.  So going to Mistress Victoria was something I literally couldn’t afford to do very often…even though I would have liked to see her every single week!”

     Mercy smiled.  “Yeah, I know Vicky…Mistress Victoria can be fun.  So why do you owe so much money?  Gambling?  You don’t look like a drug head.”

      “No!  I’m not.  Besides, the city does random drug tests with all the employees.  And I wouldn’t do that anyway.”

      “So what’s got you so far in debt?”

      “My mother.”

     Mercy turned her head briefly to look at him.  “Your mother?”

     Fido sighed.  “She…died about four months ago.”

      “Oh!  I’m sorry,” Mercy said sincerely.  “That must have been tough.”

      “It was.  She was all the family I had left.  She had…cancer for the last five years, and it did nothing but get worse and worse.  I did everything I could to take care of her, eventually paying as much of her bills and medical expenses as I could.  I had to take out loans and set up a lot of payment plans.  In the end, she still died.”

     Despite the traffic, Mercy still looked over at him for a few moments.  “You’re a good man,” she said.  “Ops!  I shouldn’t have said that.  You’re a good dog Fido.  Good dog!”

     Fido once again felt his cock try to fill that darn chastity device inside his pants. 

     Mercy sat thinking for a few minutes while she drove.  “Can you afford to buy yourself something for me today?” she asked.

      “I think so, Mistress,” Fido replied.  “I had saved some money to see Mistress Victoria, but she couldn’t see me, and she referred me to you instead.  So that’s a hundred dollars I have in my wallet.  Even a really good hedge trimmer shouldn’t cost nearly that much.”

     Mercy shook her head.  “I won’t need you to spend nearly that much,” she told him.  “And we’re not buying a hedge trimmer tonight.  And when we do buy that, I’ll be paying for it, not you.”

      “We’re not getting a hedge trimmer?”

      “Not tonight.  Tonight is about something else.”

      “What?”

     Mercy smiled.  “You’ll see.”

     Ten minutes later, Fido stared at the store where she had just pulled into the parking lot.  “A shoe store?”

      “Very good Fido!  You can read.  Good dog!”

     Fido ignored the dog comment.  His brain was beginning to work overtime.  “You’ve got me out in public with a bow in my hair,” he said.  “You told me one of the things you like to do the most is to humiliate men and emasculate them.”  He looked right at her.  “Are you going to make me buy a pair of women’s shoes?”

     Mercy smiled as she parked her truck.  “I knew you were smarter than the average dog.”  She turned the engine off and looked at him.  “I do this with all my men.  Every last one.  Don’t go giving me any trouble, or you’ll quickly find that I can dish out a lot of punishment and pain faster than you can realize what’s happening.  Is that clear?  You belong to me now, you do what I tell you.”

     Fido looked at her nervously.  He could feel himself starting to shake a little inside.  But this too had been part of his fantasies.  Controlled!  She was controlling him.  Making sure he would do whatever she wanted.  And he had no doubt at all that she would make him do it…one way or another.  Y…yes Mistress.”

      “Good!  Now let’s go.”

     There was something absolutely deliciously fun about making a man buy his first pair of high heels.  It was one of Mercy’s favorite things to do.  Yes, most of them balked at it.  The little twerp had put up a real fuss over it last night.  But she never let any of them out of it.  Every last man that she worked with went home wearing high heels.  Every last one!  And Mercy absolutely loved forcing each and every one of them to do it.

     As soon as they got inside, Mercy was quick to note that the store was a bit more crowded tonight than it had been last night.  And there were a few men in the store too.  Excellent!  She caught the eye of the same saleswoman who had been there last night.  She smiled at her as she led Fido toward the larger women’s sizes.  These were the aisles of shoes where she usually shopped, not that far aisle that contained more kid’s shoes than anything else.

      “Sit!” she said as she pointed at the bench at the front of the aisle.  “Take those shoes and socks off.”

     Nervously, Fido sat on the bench.  He looked around.  There were more than a few people looking at him.  He had no doubt at all that it was the big bow in his hair that was attracting the most attention.  Why had he gotten one so big?  But he knew the answer to that one.  It had been because he had been anxious to please this new mistress.  That’s why.  And when he had bought the thing, he hadn’t even met her yet.  He kicked his loafers off and pulled his socks off. 

     Mercy looked down at his bare feet for a moment.  “Wait here,” she told him before she headed down the aisle of shoes.  She had done this enough that she prided herself on being able to tell his women’s shoe size just from looking at his feet.  She didn’t miss very often.  And when she did miss, she usually chalked it up to a difference in the way the shoes were made. 

     So what to get him?  What would be a good pair?  She rather liked the brown pair she had made the twerp buy himself last night, but she didn’t want to get the same thing for Fido.  Something different was in order.  She got to the end of the aisle, then started walking back, looking more carefully at the ones she had liked the best.

     The saleswoman stood back, not entering the aisle where the woman was shopping.  She was the same woman who had come in with the little guy last night.  She remembered all the times she had seen that woman come into her store before.  Only once did she remember the woman being there herself, and buying herself a pair of shoes.  All the other times she had been there to get a pair of high heels for the men she brought in.  Last night that little guy had left with two pairs of shoes though. 

     So what was she going to do with this guy?  He didn’t appear to be putting up much of a fuss over what he knew was going to happen.  So was he one of those men who actually liked wearing women’s shoes?  She had no idea.

     Once again she wondered what was up with the woman.  Why did she do that with all the men she brought in?  The only conclusion she had ever reached was that she was some kind of professional dominatrix or something.  Was she?  She certainly didn’t dress very sexy if she was.  In fact, even today she looked like she was wearing more men’s work clothes than women’s.  And that was another thing.  She had never seen the woman carrying a purse.  Not even that one time when she had been there to buy shoes for herself.  Strange!

     Mercy’s eyes went back and forth between two different pairs of heels.  They were both black.  One pair had pretty rhinestone decorations on the toe, the other pair had open toes but were more of a velvety leather.  Both pairs had very high thin heels.  About four inches for both she figured.  The velvety pair had an ankle strap to keep them from coming off, the pair with the rhinestones had one that went across the very top of the foot.  In the end, she chose the ones with the pretty rhinestone decorations on the toe, only because she figured the closed toe would be better for the kind of strenuous activities he would be wearing them for.  Activities that were going to start this coming Saturday.  She smiled at the thought of how surprised he was going to be when he found out.  She brought a box of the heels back to him to try.

     Fido’s cock gave another major try to enlarge the moment he saw the shoes in the box.  Not just women’s shoes, but women’s shoes with a very high sexy heel!  And diamonds on the toe!  He did his best to ignore his aching cock as he pulled one out of the box for a closer look.  He looked briefly up at Mistress.  He wanted to ask if he had to do this.  But the look on her face gave him all the answer he needed.  She was enjoying this, and he had no doubt that she was enjoying it a lot.

     Practically shaking he set the box on the floor and worked his foot into the very high heeled shoe.  Damn it felt strange.  He pulled the other shoe out of the box and worked his foot into it.  Both feet now!  Shaking a little, he leaned down and buckled both heels.  How tight was he supposed to buckle them?  He noticed the bit of elastic attached to the buckle so it stretched a bit.  Probably a good idea.  They were on!  Buckled.  He looked up at the hungry grin on Mistress’s face.

      “Stand up and walk around a bit,” Mercy told him. 

     Knowing that everyone in the store was probably watching him, Fido planted both feet firmly on the floor close to him.  His feet were at such and awkward angle!  He pushed himself up to a standing position, having to catch his balance a bit because of the angle of his feet.  He stood there feeling like he was standing on his toes.  He tried shifting his weight back some toward the heel.  That was better.  At least those thin heels held him up. 

      “Walk,” Mercy told him.

     Fido had to take a moment to try to figure out how to walk in those shoes.  He picked up his left foot and put it forward, not as far as he normally would step.  The heel on the shoe scrapped the ground and he rocked forward onto the toe of that foot.  He brought his right foot up, the heel again scrapping the floor as he brought it past is left foot.  One foot, then the other.  He had to pick his feet up a bit higher than normal to keep his heels from hitting the floor, but he was managing.  He felt more like he was walking on his toes.  He was also very aware of how tenuous walking in them was.  There wasn’t much surface area under him to let him walk easily without having to concentrate on not breaking his neck.

      “Keep walking,” Mercy told him.  “Get the feel of them.  You’re doing great Fido.”

     Fido!  She had called him that right here in the store.  Right in front of all these people who were watching him…a man…walking around wearing women’s very high heels!  Once again his cock went crazy trying to do what the damn chastity device wouldn’t let it.

     Mercy smiled broadly.  Yes, the shoes looked great on him.  The heel was a bit higher than she usually bought for her new men, but they did look so pretty.  And very out of place on that man!  Which of course, only made them that much more noticeable.

      “One foot in front of the other,” she told him.  “Try that.”

     One foot in front of the other?  Was that supposed to make walking in those shoes easier?  He tried walking a little more like that.  Nope!  Not easier at all.  He went back to slowly walking more normally.

      “One foot in front of the other,” Mercy told him again.  “I promise, with practice it will get easier.”

     Once again Fido tried it.  Nope.  Not easier, but he kept doing it.

      “Very good Fido,” Mercy praised him.  “Good dog!  Yes, we’ll take them.  Go pay for them now and you can wear them home.”

     Wear them home?  Going home sounded very good to Fido just then.  Was there anyone in the crowded store that wasn’t watching him?  He was sure there wasn’t.  Reluctantly he grabbed the shoe box, his old shoes, and he went up to the counter and paid for them using the cash from his wallet that he had gradually saved up to visit Mistress Victoria.  He was very glad he had cash.  He didn’t want anyone getting his name from his credit card.