Mercy Me - Chapter 10 – Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 10 – Part 1 of 2

Betsy Wetsy?  Ugh!  How embarrassing!  Michael said nothing about it though as he sorted through the clothes that were still dumped out on the floor in front of the washer.  Suzi was being a total pain about what kind of clothes he could put into the washer and when.  Why divide everything up into a hundred different loads?  He didn’t.  He just threw everything he owned into the washer at the same time and it all came out just fine.  But no!  Suzi was absolutely horrified by the idea.

And before they could wash anything that had been in the laundry hampers, they had to strip the beds first and wash all the sheets, and then after that, all the towels from the bathroom – sheets and towels separately!  Suzi did his sheets first, then he was a total pain about the way Betsy did everything for Mistress.  Betsy!  Ugh!  The name was so embarrassing.  And Betsy Wetsy?  Even more so.  In fact, ten times more so.  A hundred!

He loaded Mistress’s clothes into the washer – pants and shirts that looked like men’s work clothes.  The only clothes she seemed to wear.  Certainly not like the clothes of any woman he had ever met.  But then, Mistress wasn’t at all like any woman he had ever met.  Not remotely!  He finished stuffing the clothes in the washer, not many at all.  Why waste the water?  Why not fill it up?  But no!  He couldn’t do that or Mister Suzi standing over him would probably kill him.  He smiled at that.  Suzi might be bigger than he was, as was everybody else, but with those heavy things locked to his legs, Suzi would find it hard to do anything to him.  It was hard to just move in those things.

“Now the detergent,” Suzi said, watching carefully what Betsy was doing.  “Remember, not too much.”

A minute later, the detergent had been added and the washer was closed.

“Good,” Suzi told him.  “Now get back to cleaning.”

Ugh!  While the washer and dryer were running, Suzi had been making him dust and clean the house.  Thoroughly!  He had stood there behind him with those monstrous metal binders on his legs, holding his knees apart by over a foot, and constantly made comments about the way he wiped down everything in the house.  It had taken him an hour just to wipe down and clean the few pieces of furniture in Mistress’s bedroom to the point where Suzi was satisfied.  If Suzi wanted things done that thoroughly, why didn’t he do it himself?  Probably because of those things still locked to his legs that he couldn’t get off.

Now while he was still cleaning in the living room, Suzi was in the guest bedroom ironing – his sheets!  And Betsy knew that just as soon as Suzi was done with that, he was going to have to iron Mistress’s sheets.  It was stupid!

But Betsy had seen something that he was sure nobody else had noticed, maybe not even Suzi himself.  Suzi was stark naked, except for the binders attached to his legs.  And whenever Betsy had to move very far with those binders holding his knees apart, his naked cock swelled a little.  Every time!  Not much.  Just a little.  He was sure that nobody else had noticed it, but Betsy had.

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“Mom.  Is Aunt Mercy gay?”

Donna nearly had a fit at that one.  “What?”

“Is Aunt Mercy gay?” Meghan asked again.

“Why on earth would you ever think something like that?”

“Well, she isn’t married,” she said.  “She dresses more like a man than a woman.  And her hair is more like a man’s too.  And what she does with men….”

Donna had to admit, her daughter did have a point.  “What brought this on?”

“I don’t know.  Just thinking,” Meghan replied as she folded food containers, getting them ready for the dinner rush later.

“Why are you suddenly so interested in Aunt Mercy?” Donna asked.

“I don’t know.  I was just wondering, I guess.”

“Well don’t wonder!” Donna told her.

“Does she hate being a woman?” Meghan asked.  “Is she like one of those transgender type people or something?”

“Meghan!”

“Mom.  I want to know.”

“Your aunt is…I don’t know.  It’s complicated.  But transgendered, she’s definitely not!”

“So she’s not gay, and she’s not transgendered.”

“Absolutely not…to both of them.  Trust me.”

“But what she does with men…”

“And how would you know what she does?”

“Mom.  How many times have we seen her come in here to meet them?  With bows in their hair?  Standing around showing their silly clothes and accessories off?  Mom.  Really?”

Donna grunted a frustrated sigh.  “I should have never let her do that.”

“Why?” Meghan asked.  “I like it.  I think it’s funny.”

“It’s not funny!”

“It is to me.  And I’ll bet it is to Aunt Mercy too.  Lisa absolutely loves it.”

“Don’t encourage your sister!” Donna told her.  “She’s too young.  And so are you!”

“Mom, the school year is all but over.  I’m practically a senior.”

“That still doesn’t mean you’re old enough.”

“When will I be old enough?”

“Never!”

“Mooom!”

“I mean it, Meghan!”

“But Mom!”

“Fold boxes, Meghan.  It’s Saturday.  We’re going to need them.”

Meghan went back to folding boxes while her mother wiped the counters down near her.  “You like it too,” she suddenly said.

“What’s that?” Donna asked.

“You like it too.  What Aunt Mercy does with those men.”

“Meghan, how can you say that?”

“Mom.  I’ve heard you two talking.  Many times.  Don’t kid me, you get almost as much of a kick out of it as she does.  That’s why you let her.”

“Meghan, we’re not having this discussion.”

“Then why won’t you let me go see her?  Why won’t you let me know where she lives?  I’ve never even been to her house.  Never!”

“And that’s a good thing.  Trust me!” Donna replied.  “You don’t want to go there.”

“Yes I do.”

“No!”

“But Mom…”

“Meghan, I said no!  Now fold those boxes before more customers get here.”

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Mercy sat on her front porch finishing up her latest sewing project.  She was keeping an eye on Fido who was nearly done with the hedges – finally.  He had done a really good job.  And she knew how much hard work what he had done had to be.  He deserved a break.  He deserved a treat.  She chuckled.  A dog treat.

She had been going back and forth from outside to inside, keeping an eye on all of them.  She got a kick out of seeing Suzi, dressed in only the leg spreader-binder, giving orders to Betsy and pushing him around like a drill sergeant.  Who knew?  She had watched Betsy polishing some of her creations in the living room.  They gleamed better than new.  Especially since after she had built them, she had never bothered to polish any of it.

She turned her full attention on the sewing picture in her hands.  She pushed the needle through it and pulled the thread tight, continuing the color in the picture.  She carefully pushed the needle up through the bottom of it where she needed it to be and pulled it tight, before carefully placing the position of the needle back on the front of the picture and pushing it through.  The last stitch.  She turned the picture over and did a few hidden stitches on the back so the thread wouldn’t unravel or come out.  She pulled on the thread and broke it.  She turned the picture back over and removed the ring that held the material taught.  She opened the picture fully to look at it.  A man hanging by his balls.  A lovely subject, captured lovingly by her needle and thread.  Done!  Now all she needed was to put it in frame and hang it somewhere.  And another picture for her to work on was going to be needed too.  She wondered what kind of thing she wanted to capture next.

She looked up from her craft and watched as Fido stretched as high as he could on his ladder with the chainsaw, finishing the last of the hedges out by the road.  She had seen a few cars driving by…and stopping as he worked.  She was sure the outfit she had put him in had a lot to do with that.  Nobody in the cars had said anything.  They had just stopped for a moment, then moved on.  Fido hadn’t said anything through any of it.  He had just done his best to keep working.

The chainsaw stopped.  She watched as Fido climbed off the ladder, then he stood back to inspect his work.  Magnificent!  Fido, without his little quirks, may have been one of the better real men she had ever had as a play-toy.  She set her sewing in the chair and went out to meet him.  “I’m impressed!” she said as she headed toward him.

Fido turned at her voice.  “Thank you, Mistress,” he replied.  Give the hedges a few weeks.  Maybe a month, and I know they’ll look better.”

“Fido, they already look better.  Much!  A hundred percent better.”

“I’m glad you approve, Mistress.”

“Very much,” she told him.  “Now put your things away and meet me in the house.  You deserve a big treat after that.”

Fido smiled.  “Thank you, Mistress.  I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Mercy grabbed her sewing things and went back into the house.  Betsy was still polishing the metal structures in the living room.  She went over to him and felt the front of his diaper.  Did you wet anymore?” she asked.

“Not yet, Mistress,” Betsy admitted.

“You know what you get every time you do,” she told him as she ran a hand lovingly down the side of his face.  “Do you need some more water to help you along?”

Betsy suddenly yearned for her touch against his cock again.  He had been hurting for days now just thinking about it since he had been unable to do anything else for relief with that darn chastity device locked onto him.  Water to wet again.  How humiliating.  How demeaning.  But her touch against his cock.  “May I, Mistress?” he asked.

“Go!” she told him.  “Whatever it takes.  And remember, you come and tell me every time you wet.  Hear?”

Michael smiled.  “Yes, Mistress.

Mercy headed down the hallway.  There were still a few clothes piled up there.  She found Suzi in the guest bedroom with the ironing board, ironing his sheets.  What the hell?  “You’re ironing your sheets,” she stated.

“Of course.”

Mercy decided not to comment on it.  “How’s the teaching going?” she asked.

“He’s slow!  And not very careful.  I had to stand over him and make him polish ever inch of your bedroom furniture to make sure it got done right!”

Polish her furniture.  Oh well.  That she’d have to inspect for herself.  “I can’t wait to see it,” she told him. 

She turned and headed out of the room to head for her bedroom.  As she entered, she could already see how clean everything looked, including the floor.  Her bed was still completely stripped though, but everything seemed to gleam.  She heard someone behind her and saw Suzi awkwardly trying to move into the room with her.  She smiled…and then she noticed something else.  Suzi’s cock looked a bit bigger than it had in the other room.  Her smile broadened.

“There was an inch of dust on the bottom rail of your dresser alone,” Suzi complained.  “And don’t even get me started on how filthy the baseboards were.”

The baseboards?  Who in their right mind ever thought about cleaning the baseboards?  She glanced around carefully.  “Amazing!” she proclaimed.

“I take it you approve?” Suzi asked.

“Very much,” she replied.  “Who did most of the work, you, or Betsy?”

“You wanted me to teach him.  That’s what I’m doing.”

In other words, Betsy.  She was going to have to give Betsy a special treat this afternoon too.  She had wanted to wait until later for that, but Betsy was going to be here all weekend, plenty of time for more fun.  But still, Suzi had made sure that her bedroom had been cleaned like never before.  And not only that, she had seen Betsy out cleaning the structures in her living room.

She walked over to Suzi and grabbed him by the shoulders.  She spun him around, then made him stay there while she reached down around him and grabbed his cock.

Suzi was suddenly in heaven again.  His cock went to full mast faster than he could ever remember.  Heaven.  Heaven.  Heaven.  More.  More.  No!  No!  Don’t pull away!  More!!!  He was so frustrated when she suddenly moved away from him.

“You get more of that every time I see good results on the cleaning,” she told him.

“He’ll be ironing your sheets just as soon as I finish mine,” he told her.

“Then I look forward to doing this with you very soon,” she said softly in his ear as her hands went back to work on him…but only for a moment.

She left him to head back toward the living room.  She had Fido to deal with now.  As she went through the living room, she saw that Betsy had a bottle of water on the floor next to him as he started polishing yet another of her machines.  She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.  “Great job on my bedroom,” she told him as her hand began messaging his cock and balls through his wet diaper.  “Great job.  Keep it up,” she encouraged him.  She kept rubbing him for a few moments more.  She stopped as soon as Fido came in through the garage.  “All done?” she asked Fido.

“Yes Mistress,” Fido replied.

“Close the garage door, please,” she told him.

“I pressed the button on my way through,” he told her.

She went over close to him.  “Good doggie,” she crooned happily as she ran her hand lovingly down his face.  “You’ve been a very good doggie.”  She went around behind him and put her arms around him, moving them slowly down from his chest to his groin.  Her hands pulled up his short skirt and went straight down inside his panties.  She had him hard in no time.  “Tell me good boy,” she said, “why is my doggie wearing clothes?  Isn’t my pet supposed to be naked?”  She pulled her hands away and moved around in front of him.  She smiled at how red his face was.  She didn’t have to wait long to see him start removing his clothes.  “Everything!” she told him.  “Bow included.  All of it.  Stick it in a pile over by the door.  No!”  She turned to Betsy who was watching them, while still polishing a metal pole.  “Betsy.  Come get his clothes.  You can wash them too…along with all the clothes you were wearing when you arrived.  No use wasting the opportunity to get them clean.”

Betsy wasn’t exactly happy with the order, but he went over and grabbed Fido’s clothes, then he grabbed all his own clothes and took them down toward the washer.  When he got back to the living room, Fido was down on all fours, looking up at Mistress.  She had him kneeling there with his tongue out of his mouth – panting like a damn dog!  Ugh!  We’ll now he had confirmation of just what kind of quirk Mistress intended on forcing on Fido…as if the name wasn’t enough.  Mistress was going to force him to act like a dog…just like she was forcing him to wear and wet the damn diapers.  Betsy wasn’t sure which was worse, being forced to act like a dog, or the diapers.  The diapers, he decided.

“Come, Fido.  Heel!” Mercy ordered as she turned and headed toward her kitchen.  A minute later she had grabbed the red leash she had gotten for him and connected it.  She pulled the leash tight for a moment, then led him around the kitchen a few times.  She finally stopped.  “Sit!” she ordered.

Fido knew he shouldn’t be enjoying the way she was treating him at all, but there was just something about it that he couldn’t help.  He was loving it, and his cock below him was hard from it as well.  He could feel the thing swinging around down there constantly as she had led him around on the leash.  He looked up at Mistress expectantly.

“I’m going to teach you a new trick,” Mercy told him.  “A new doggie trick.  Stick your tongue out and pant happily again for me.  Show me how much you’re interested.”

Fido stuck his tongue out and panted again like a dog.  Oh God why did he like this so much!  Suzi was right, he was sick.  But he didn’t care.

“Bark, Fido!” Mistress ordered.  “Bark like a real dog.”

Fido did his best to bark like a dog.

“Very good, Fido,” she told him.  “Now here’s the trick.  Bark twice for me.”

Fido barked twice.  “Very good, Fido.  From now on, two barks means yes.  Got that?  Tell me you understand.”

Two barks means yes?  Easy enough.  Fido barked twice.

“Very good doggie.  Now bark once.”

Fido barked once.  “One bark means no.  Are you going to give me any trouble?”

Fido barked once, signifying no.

“Very good, Fido.  I’m so glad.  “Two barks means yes, one bark means no.  Now bark three times.”

Fido was quickly picking up on what was going on.  He wondered what three barks was going to mean.  He guessed that he would soon find out.  He barked three times.

“Very good,” Mercy told him.  “Three barks means you have to go outside to go potty.  Dogs don’t use the bathroom I’m afraid, so from now on, you’re going to have to let me know when you need to go out to do your business.  Is that clear?”

Ron’s cock suddenly felt like it was going to explode.  From now on, go potty…to the bathroom outside – like a real dog.  He barked twice indicating that he understood.

“Oh, you’re such a smart doggie,” Mercy praised him with a smile.  “Now we have just one more to learn.  “Bark five times for me.”

Five?  What happened to four?  He barked five times.

“The answer to that is no,” Mercy told him.

Huh?  No to what?  Fido was confused.

“Five barks is your way of telling me you want permission to talk like a human.  And right now the answer is a big fat no!  For the rest of the weekend, you’re going to stay in dog mode.  No more talking.  And unless I say otherwise, you’re going to remain down on all fours like you belong.  You wanted to be treated like a dog, well guess what.  Now you’re going to be stuck with it for a while.  No talking.  No standing up.  Nothing, unless I tell you.  One bark means no.  Two barks means yes.  Three barks means you have to go outside.  And five barks mean that you want permission to talk like a human – which right now, I can see no reason to allow.  Do you understand…Fido?

Fido’s head was suddenly reeling.  And the reality of it was, that it was turning him on even more than he had been.  He almost answered, yes in human speach.  He almost barked only once.  But he remembered just in time and barked twice instead.  Two barks for yes, was suddenly a lot more difficult than just one.  Insidious!  Damn the woman could be good.

“Good doggie,” Mercy replied with a smirk on her face.  “Now let’s go outside.”  She pulled on his leash and led him out the door.  She led him around the backyard on the leash for a few minutes, then she stopped him.  She knelt down over him.  “You did an amazing job on the hedges today,” she said softly into his ear.  “Even the way they look now is far better than they’ve ever looked before, and I know they’re only look better with time…and more care.  You were absolutely right with your idea to trim them, and you did a wonderful job of it.  So for that, you can stand there and bark.”

Stand there and bark?  Now what?  Fido barked.  Then he felt her reach her arms around him and grab his already swollen cock. 

“You’re not barking,” she said.  “Keep barking until I tell you to stop.”

Keep barking?  He barked again, and her hands started messaging his already aching cock and balls.  It felt so good.

“Don’t stop, or I stop,” she whispered.

Ron barked again, and again, and again.  He kept barking, and she kept working on him.  Working him toward the release he so desperately needed.  He just knew as he got close to that point that she was going to stop, but he didn’t care.  It simply felt too good.  And then he was there.  He was climaxing hugely.  He was trying to bark like a dog, while heaving big breaths in and out as his body orgasmed like it had never done before.  It seemed to go on and on.  He couldn’t bark anymore.  He was panting too hard from the exertion of it, and she was still messaging him gently.  Still making him feel so good, even as his cock began shrinking.  Damn, it was good.  So very, very good!

“Did you like that?” Mercy asked.

Fido barked.

“No?  You didn’t like that?” Mercy replied, putting a mock sound of hurt in her voice.

Fido realized his mistake and quickly barked twice, telling her he did like it.  Shit!  He was going to have to pay more attention in the future.

Mercy chuckled.  “Oh, you did like it.  I’m so glad.”  She leaned over and whispered in his ear.  I have more of that planned for you later.  Something very special for you, and only for you.  But for much later,” she told him.  She pushed on his shoulders, making him back up a little, then she pushed on his head, forcing it down toward the ground.  “Lick it up!” she commanded.

Ron had been through this once before, licking his own cum from the grass…much like a real dog he supposed.  There was no stopping her, no denying anything she wanted.  She was controlling him again.  Forcing him to stay on all fours.  Forcing him to only bark like a dog.  Forcing him to be a dog.  Controlling him like nobody had ever forced their control on him before.  And he loved it.  As her hand pushed his head down into the grass, his tongue came out and he licked at his own cum. 

Controlled.  The missing piece from his life.

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