Mercy Me
By Karen Singer
Chapter 9 – Part 2 of ?
Michael
paused and nearly stopped before turning into her driveway. There was another pickup truck there. And halfway down the line of overgrown
hedges, he saw a guy wearing a short red skirt, a short red and white top, high
heels, and he had a bow in his hair that was even bigger than the one he was
wearing. Should he stop? Should he go home? Unsure, he pulled into the driveway and
parked next to the older pickup truck.
Mercy
watched as the car turned into her driveway.
The twerp was here. She noticed
the bow in his hair as he parked next to Fido’s truck. Good!
It better be there! With the
Fido’s truck and her truck in the way, he couldn’t see Fido very well. That was fine. The two would see enough of each other very
soon. She heard the chainsaw stop. She was sure that Fido was trying to see who
the newcomer was. That was fine too, as
long as he got back to work soon.
She
watched as the little twerp got out of his car and headed towards her. He looked nervous. The little girl shoes on his feet
looked…adorable. Those shoes were simply
him. Or they soon would be. She noticed his heels and a pair of stockings
in his hand. Perfect. But what wasn’t perfect, yet, was the way he
was walking. She smiled at that. He needed exercise anyway.
“Hello
Mistress,” Michael said nervously as he approached the front porch. He quickly glanced nervously in the direction
of the hedges. Now he could see the top
of the guy there watching them over the hood of the truck.
“Good
morning, Twerp,” Mercy replied as she set her sewing aside and got up from her
chair. “Put your heels on the porch,”
she told him. And then walk out to the
road and back again.”
Michael
was confused. “Did I do something
wrong?”
“Yes. This time when you walk, put one foot
directly in front of the other. I told
you that before, but you obviously forgot, so this is just a little more
practice. Now go! Do it!”
Michael
turned, and headed back down the front walk and all the way out to the end of
the driveway, this time being careful to keep putting one foot in front of the
other.
Mercy
watched him walking. Much better. When he got back to the porch, she said, “Do
it again. This time, go all the way
across the street, up the driveway there, up his sidewalk and all the way to
his front steps before you come back.”
Michael
was shocked. “But what if someone comes
out?”
“Actually,
I’m hoping that he does.”
“I
mean, what if he doesn’t like it?”
“Mercy
smiled. That will be fine too. Whether he likes it or not, you still go all
the way to his steps before you turn around and walk back. Now go!”
Having
misgivings about it, Michael turned and walked away, careful to put one foot
directly in front of the other. Walking
that way forced him to walk slower than he wanted. He really wanted to run so he could get back
to her house and hopefully out of sight before any of the other neighbors saw
him. But she had said walk, so he
walked, one foot in front of the other.
He crossed the street and entered his driveway, more nervous now because
he was in someone else’s yard. Nobody
came to the door. He reached the
sidewalk leading from the driveway to the front door. He turned onto it and went all the way to the
front steps. He turned quickly and
started back.
With
every careful step he took, he was very relieved that whoever lived there
hadn’t come out to yell at him. And with
the bow in his hair and the girl’s shoes on his feet, that would have been more
embarrassing than ever. Of course, this
embarrassment was nothing compared to what he wore to cut her grass last
week. Would he have to do that
again? He was betting on it. And he wasn’t looking forward to it.
Mercy
was disappointed that the guy across the street hadn’t come out. She watched as the twerp carefully walked all
the way up to her porch. She got a small
kick out of the fact that by walking one foot in front of the other like she
had him doing, not only was he walking more like a woman would walk, but he was unconsciously
holding his arms out for balance as well, and the position looked more feminine
than masculine. And she was sure that
the twerp didn’t even know it. She
pointed her finger back at the house across the street. “Do it again!”
Michael
nearly had a fit. What was it with her
and forcing him to do things in public?
But he turned around and headed back again. One foot carefully in front of the
other. All the way down her driveway,
across the street, up the other driveway, up the sidewalk, all the way to the
front steps. Turn arou….
The
door suddenly flew open and an angry guy poked his head out. “What are you doing!”
Michael
was scared. “Uh….” He pointed toward Mercy’s house across the
street. “She wanted me to…”
“Damn
that woman!” Ben cursed. “Get out of
here!” He watched as the little guy with
the bow in his hair took off running towards his driveway. He didn’t wait, he headed across his lawn and
directly for the woman across the street, who was now walking across her lawn
towards him.
“Stop
twerp!” Mercy ordered quickly. “Walk
back to those steps, turn around, and walk home – properly!”
Michael
stopped. He didn’t know what to do.
“Do
you want to be punished for not doing what I say?” Mercy called as she
continued walking toward the road.
Michael
looked around a bit, trying to figure out what to do, but with the guy who
lived there now down to the road, he turned and went back to the steps, then
turned and started walking back again, one foot in front of the other. He could feel his mistress’s eyes on him the
entire time.
Mercy
watched the twerp as she met the guy in the middle of the street. She knew he was angry, but she was bigger and
stronger than he was. She wasn’t cowed
by him in the least.
“What
do you think you’re doing?” Ben yelled.
“It’s bad enough that you live across the street and I have to put up
with seeing some of your clients when you bring them outside, but that’s my
house. Stay away!”
Mercy
smiled. “My you’re in a bad mood today.”
“Bad
mood. I don’t want anything to do with
you, or your friends.”
Mercy
laughed. “My friends. Well, I guess they are, sort of. I just wanted to remind you to have your
laundry at my house by noon that’s all.
I didn’t want you to forget.”
“No!”
Ben yelled back. “I’m not going to do
it. You and your silly games.”
Mercy
just smiled at him. “Noon!” she
said. “Or I’m coming to get you.”
“No!”
Ben shouted back.
Mercy
looked briefly around him at his lawn.
“Laundry, or you come borrow my lawn mower. Your choice.”
“No!”
Ben shouted again.
“Noon!”
Mercy said sternly. Then she just smiled
and turned away, following the twerp back up her driveway. “One foot in front of the other she said to
him as she followed him. Just like
that. All the time. Always.”
Once
back on her porch, Mercy opened the front door and led the twerp inside. “Set your heels and hose over by that yellow
toolbox,” she told him, “and then get undressed. The only thing I want you still wearing are
those pretty little shoes and socks.”
Outside, she heard the chainsaw starting again.
Michael
did more than casually glance at all the metal contraptions she had in her
living room. Just thinking about being
fastened to one of them made his cock ache inside his chastity device. Fortunately, all it did was ache. It didn’t try to grow down to those hateful
spikes in the tip of it. In fact, he was
amazed he hadn’t felt them when she made him walk across the street. Twice!
Mercy
watched while he got fully undressed.
When the only thing he was wearing was his shoes, socks, and his
chastity device, she grabbed a metal contraption from the corner of the room
and brought it over to him. The bar had
cuffs on each end that were quickly closed over his wrists, holding them wide
apart, but the center of the bar held a neck collar that was soon locked around
his neck. “There,” she said. That should keep your hands out of the way.
Michael
was in heaven. This was the kind of
bondage fun he had been looking for. And
then he felt her taking off his chastity device. Completely.
Freeing his aching cock.
Yes! Finally!
Mercy carried his chastity device into the
kitchen and dropped it on the counter.
It would need to be cleaned before she put it on him again. She went to her toolbox and grabbed some lube
for her hands. Once back with him again,
she began messaging the lube into his cock, making it grow, bringing him as
much pleasure as her skillful hands could.
Michael
was in total heaven. The metal device
locked to his neck and wrists was heavy and completely unyielding. He couldn’t have stopped her from doing
anything at all to him. And just then,
he didn’t want to stop her at all. It
was pure heaven. Until she stopped. He grunted in frustration when she moved away
from him.
“Lay
down!” she ordered.
Very
carefully, Michael got down to his knees, then laid back. The heavy metal contraption pulled him back
faster than he wanted and it hurt his neck a bit when it hit the floor. But not bad.
Mercy went back to one of her toolboxes and grabbed a diaper. A few seconds later, she was kneeling between
his legs.
“No!”
Michael wailed as he realized what she was doing. “Not again!”
Mercy
smiled wickedly. “Yes! Again!
I like you in diapers, so you’re going to wear them. End of story.
Michael
didn’t say it, but the word no ran through his head again as he felt her
diapering him firmly and securely. Ugh!
Mercy
went to his head and sat him up. Then
she grabbed him under his arms and lifted him to his feet. “Wait there,” she said. She went back to her toolbox and grabbed a blue
and white frilly top for him. She
unfastened him from the metal device and pulled the top over his head. Finally, she stood back to survey what she
had. Perfect! The top barely covered the top of his diaper,
so it was fully exposed. And with the bow
in his hair and those little girl shoes, he looked simply precious.
Now. This was the one who loved her bondage stuff,
one of her own loves, so she needed some way to secure him for a bit. Some way to secure him, that would still
enable him to work. And she had built
just the thing! From against one of the
walls in her living room, she grabbed a metal device with two large holes in
it. She opened the device on the hinged
side and brought it up in front of him.
“Spread your legs,” she ordered.
“Michael
looked at the device in her hands with growing trepidation…and delight. Nervously, he spread his legs slightly wider
apart.
Mercy
set the device up against his legs just above the knees and started to close
the back toward the front. She had to
move is other leg a bit to line it up with the hole, but a moment later, his
upper legs were trapped by her device.
He could still walk…sort of, but not well. She smiled to herself. Walking one foot in front of the other was
definitely out, but that couldn’t be helped right now. She went back to where she had picked up that
device and grabbed another one. A
smaller one. This one she fastened to
his arms, just above his elbows. His
upper arms where now trapped and spread slightly more than his body width, but
his lower arms and hands could still work.
Now, how to put him to work?
“Come
on Twerp. This way,” she said as she led
the way toward her front door.
Moving
was very difficult for Michael, but it was still doable. With a bit of care and difficulty, he soon
found himself where he didn’t want to be – outside on her front porch.
“Keep
coming, Twerp,” Mercy told him. “There’s
someone I want you to meet.” When she
got to the front steps, she grabbed the device that trapped his arms and held
it tightly, helping to support him as she forced him to carefully maneuver
himself down the front steps. The little
twerp almost fell once, but she easily caught him and kept him moving. Once down, she kept a grip on the arm device
and pulled him along slowly toward the driveway. Around her truck, and to the hedges that even
cut back to show nothing but grey twisted branches, looked better than they did
before.
She saw
Fido up on a ladder, trying to trim as high as he could. She let go of the twerp and approached the
ladder. “Fido!” she yelled over top of
the noise of the chainsaw.
Ron
heard her calling and looked down. He
saw Mistress and the guy who had arrived earlier. He stared in shock for a moment at the two
devices locked onto him. He killed the
chainsaw before he studied the guy further.
He was surprised to see how short he was. Like him, the little guy had a bow in his
hair, and she had put a girl’s top on him.
But instead of panties, the guy was wearing a diaper. He was quick to note the bow in his hair
too. He also noted that instead of
wearing high heels, the little guy had shoes on that looked like they should
have belonged to a schoolgirl. As they
approached, he started to climb down from the ladder.
“Stay
there!” Mercy ordered. She walked up to
him and reached through the ladder for his panties. She put her hands inside and once again began
messaging his penis, making it hard.
Bringing him as much pleasure as her hands could in just a few
moments. When she was sure he was hard
enough, she removed her hands and pulled his panties back up.
Ron
nearly fell off the ladder…twice! And
not because of the high heels on his feet.
The first time was when she was messaging him. The second time was when she stopped. Heaven.
And hell!
“Fido,”
Mercy said. “I want you to meet…well, I
don’t have a name for him yet that I’m happy with. So for now, I’m calling him Twerp. And that’s all you’ll ever think of calling
him, until I do figure out a better name.”
She turned to Twerp. “Twerp, this
is Fido. That’s his name, and unless I
decide to change it, it will stay his name.
Now don’t worry, the two of you will have plenty of time to get better
acquainted later. Right now, is work time. And Fido,” she said, “the hedges, even cut
like that, look so much better than they ever have. I’m very grateful for the job you’re doing.”
Ron
felt happy and proud. “Thank you,
Mistress,” he replied.
“Now,
since it is work time, I need to put the little twerp here to work as
well. Last time he was here he cut the
grass for me, but to be honest, the lawn mower was almost too much for him to
push. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s
not the strongest guy I’ve ever met.”
It was
a point about the little guy that Ron hadn’t thought of. “Don’t worry about your grass,” Fido
replied. “I was planning on cutting it
later.”
“Good!”
Mercy replied. “Because that was my plan
too. But in the meantime, I need
something that this one can work on out here.
And I need it to be something that he can do without removing the little
toys that he’s wearing. Since you’re now
in charge of my yard, do you have any suggestions?”
Fido
was dumbfounded. “Without removing those
things? I don’t know…”
“How
about something simple, like weeding the garden?” Mercy suggested.
Fido
was surprised. “That…might work,” he
replied.
“Good!”
“Come
along, Twerp.”
Fido
watched as she led the little guy toward the flowerbeds that lined her front
sidewalk. From up on the ladder, he was
high enough to see her force him down to his knees. She stayed to watch him for a few minutes
while he started to pull weeds from the bed and toss them on the lawn. He couldn’t believe it. She had the poor little guy dressed in a
diaper. And then she had locked those
things no him to severely restrict his movements. He wondered how heavy they were…not that he
wanted to find out. But now the poor guy
was working…outside, like he was, dressed like that, where everyone could see
him. What had he gotten himself into
with this Mistress? But there was no
doubt, she could be very controlling.
And there was also no doubt. He
loved it!
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Ben
looked out through his blinds at the house across the street. The guy with the chainsaw was much closer to
the road now and was easy for him to see, especially up on the ladder. The other one was kneeling down doing something
to the garden by her sidewalk. Probably
weeding it. He noted how each of them
were dressed. Disgusting! How could she think of making them do such
things outside where everyone could see?
She ought to be locked up in jail – forever!
She was
still demanding that he come over and do his laundry. According to her, he needed to be there by
twelve o’clock. No way! The only problem was, he did need to do
laundry – badly! He needed to buy a new
washer and dryer too. Not to mention a
lawnmower for his overgrown and now pretty bad looking lawn. He needed to go out and buy those
things. That was his plan for the
day. But going out shopping, wouldn’t
get his laundry done. And how long would
it take before whatever washer and dryer he bought could be delivered and
setup? Days? Weeks?
He honestly didn’t know. He had a
feeling that they didn’t deliver things like that too often on Sundays.
So that
meant, that if he wanted his laundry done again, which he did –
desperately! Then his only choices were
to go to a laundromat to do it or go to her house. There was no way he was going to a
laundromat. Besides, with so many
different people using those machines, what diseases might his laundry pick up
there?
He
thought about the situation. He watched
through the blinds and studied the situation.
Her playthings were working outside.
She was sitting on the front porch watching them. If he went over and did his laundry now, she
would be outside while he stayed away from her inside. Hopefully, he could get most of his laundry
done before she went back in the house.
Most of his laundry…but that had to include her laundry too. That would take twice as long.
Damn
it! He needed to do laundry, and right
now, she was his best choice. She better
not mess with him again, or…he’d do something.
The what he would do didn’t cross his mind.
He went
out through the side door and marched boldly across the street.
Mercy
was surprised to see her neighbor coming towards her. She was pleased too. The only problem was, he didn’t have any of
his laundry with him. She waited until
he climbed up to her porch. “Where’s
your laundry?”
“I
left it home,” he replied. “Now look,”
he said. “If I bring my laundry over
again, and do your laundry for you again, then I don’t want any funny business
from you at all.”
“Funny
business?” Mercy laughed.
“None! Understood?”
Still
laughing, Mercy tossed his comment off and ignored it. “How about your lawn?” she asked. “It’s looking pretty bad.”
“Yes,
it is. I’m buying a lawnmower later…or
tomorrow.”
“Don’t
bother,” she said. “Come with me.”
“What? I’m not going to do any more of your work for
borrowing your lawnmower!”
“I
don’t expect you to. Not this time at
least,” Mercy replied with a chuckle.
“I’m just tired of looking at your horrible looking lawn. I go out of my way to insure my house looks
as nice as it can, so it bothers me to have to look across the street and see
something so messy.”
She led
the way into the garage. “My lawnmower’s
a good one and it’s full of gas, so you don’t have to worry about it,” she
said.
Ben
looked her lawnmower over. “And I don’t
have to do any other work for you for borrowing it?”
“Not
this time,” she said. “Just cut your
grass.”
Ben
nodded. “Well…as long as there’s nothing
else you want.” He walked around behind
it, then he stopped. “What’s that?” he
asked, seeing the odd contraptions attached to the handle.
“Here,”
she said as she grabbed his right arm and pulled him over to the mower.
Ben
tried to resist and pull back, but she was so much bigger and stronger than he
was that he couldn’t stop her. “No!” he
shouted, angry and horrified.
Mercy
pulled him right up to the mower and forced his hand onto the handle. A moment later, it was cuffed and secured so
that he couldn’t remove his hand from that handle.
“No! Stop!
Let me go!” he shouted angrily.
Mercy
ignored his protests and grabbed his other hand. While the guy put up all the fight and
resistance he could, he was nowhere close to being a match for her. Very quickly, both of his hands were fastened
to the mower.
“Let
me go!” Ben ranted angrily.
“Nope. Not until your lawn is cut. Front and back.”
“Let
me go!” Ben demanded again.
Mercy
ignored him and went around behind him.
She unfastened his belt.
“What
are you doing?” Ben asked, horrified. He
ranted and protested as she unfasted his belt, unfastened his pants, then
pulled them down to his ankles. “No! Stop!”
A moment later, she pulled his pants, one leg at a time, over his shoes
and right off of him, leaving him in just his underwear. “Stop this!” Ben shouted. “Let me go!”
Mercy
walked up close behind him and wrapped both her arms around him. Being chained to the lawnmower, he had no way
to stop her as she pushed her hands down into the front of his underwear. In moments, his loud angry protests were
silenced as her hands worked their magic inside his underwear.
Ben
breathed wide-eyed and heavily as she continued to masturbate him, right there
in her garage. She was going to do it to
him again. She was going to bring him to
an orgasm…right there in her garage. And
there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Not that he even thought of stopping her. Her hands felt so good he didn’t want them to
stop. Except…they did. Right before he could have lost it. No!
Mercy
pulled her hands out of his underwear.
She leaned her head down and whispered in his ear. “There’s more where that came from, just as
soon as you finish your lawn. Front…and
back. With her arms still wrapped around
him, she grabbed the handles of the lawnmower and began pushing, forcing him to
walk along with her…and the lawnmower.
She pushed him out of her garage, down the driveway, across the street,
and right into his driveway. She stopped
there. “Front, and back!” she said. “And you better do a good job, or you’ll be
doing it again until I’m satisfied. And
believe me, you won’t get released from that thing until I am satisfied. And just so you know, I inspect!” She reached down and started the
lawnmower. “Get busy!” she ordered.
Ben
didn’t know what to do. He was standing
in front of his house, in just his underwear.
And there wasn’t anything he could do about it. She wouldn’t release him until she was
satisfied with the job? He couldn’t get
out of it until he was done…and she was satisfied? As fast as he could, he started pushing,
cutting his grass. The job didn’t go
quickly or easily because it had been so long now since it had been cut, but
Ben worked desperately never the less.
Across
the street, Mercy sat working on her sewing.
Fido was doing a wonderful job on the hedges. With no leaves, they looked bare and
awful. But despite that, it was still a
vast improvement over what they had been.
The little Twerp was on his knees weeding her garden. He didn’t move very fast, because it was
difficult for him to move at all.
Consequently, he was doing and outstanding job of pulling all the weeds
because he and to spend more time in one place before trying to move further
along the garden.
Fido
was working. Splendid. The little twerp was working. Splendid.
And so was the guy across the street.
Even better.
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