Mercy Me - Chapter 12 Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 12 – Part 1 of 2

 

          Betsy Wetsy, aka Michael Hammond, wiggled as best he could on the bed, but tied spread eagled like he was he couldn’t move much.  It wasn’t that part that bothered him.  He loved being tied that way.  It had been the stuff of his dreams.  And now Mistress had tied him up for the entire night that way.  No, that wasn’t his problem at all.  His problem was that for once he was sleeping with no chastity device locked onto him, and try as he might, he couldn’t get enough stimulation to his diaper covered penis to do anything about his desperate need.  He shook, he wiggled, he bucked, but none of it did a thing for him.  Ugh!  This had to be the third time he had woken up during the night so far in desperate need of release, only to find he couldn’t do anything about it.

     Frustrated, he could do nothing but lay there in the same spread position and wait, and try to relax enough to fall asleep again.  Of course, he had no idea of the time, but eventually, not even realizing it, fatigue once again overtook him, and he lapsed again into sleep.

     In the other bedroom, Fido, aka Ronald Gretch, rolled over on the floor and curled himself up into a fetal position.  He wasn’t used to sleeping naked on the floor.  He was having a problem with feeling cold.  He wanted a blanket over him and something softer than the hard floor under him.  But at the same time, his leash was tied to the leg of her bed and though he still didn’t understand why, he was still enjoying the way she was treating him – like a dog. 

     She had made love to him when they went to bed…before she had banished him to the floor.  She had made love to him, man to woman…or should that be woman to man.  She had been on top the entire time.  But oh, what she had done to him.  The memory of it had kept him awake for hours before he could finally fall asleep.  Even now, coming slightly awake only enough to roll over in what little space his leash was giving him, the memory of it had him growing hard once again.  He was tempted to touch himself, but he didn’t.  The love session had been too special.  Too memorable.  He didn’t want to ruin the memory of it by doing something so crass.  Now, if he could just have a blanket to help keep him warm.  Or even just something softer to sleep on.  Maybe then he could sleep better…and dream of what had happened to him earlier.

     In the other bedroom, Betsy woke up with a problem.  He needed to pee.  Mistress’s hands had gone inside his soaking wet diaper last night and she had brought him to a mind-numbing orgasm just before she had put a fresh diaper on him and tied him to the bed.  But now he was awake, because he needed to pee.  He thought briefly of calling out to Mistress and letting her know so he could use the bathroom, but he knew better.  She had stuck him in diapers the moment he had arrived, and she had done everything to make sure he kept using them…including pooping in them yesterday.  No, there was no question about what she wanted him to do, if he needed to pee, he was going to have to do it in his diaper again.  He fought with the feeling for a while, but he was too tired.  He knew he needed sleep.  He relaxed and let it out.  The feeling of the warm pee coming out and running over top of him, then working its way down to the bottom of his diaper was such a weird feeling.  But he had been through it before.

     He concentrated on the wetness that he gradually felt less and less of as the diaper absorbed it all.  But now that he was wet again, it brought back the other feelings that had been keeping him awake all night – his desperate sexual need.  All day long yesterday, every time he had wet himself, she had stuck her hands down into his diaper and stimulated him in ways he never imagined could feel so good.  Now he was wet again, and it seemed like his overly needed body wanted release again.  Like he did before, he wiggled, he bucked, he did everything possible to bring some kind of stimulation to his wet diaper covered cock, but as before, it did no good at all.  He picked his head up and pounded it back to the pillow in frustration.  Ugh!  How was he supposed to go to sleep again?  How?  He had no idea what time it was.  He only wanted morning to come so he could do something to get some relief!

 

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     Mercy opened her eyes.  In the still dark room, she automatically checked her clock.  Five o’clock.  The usual time she got up every morning.  Quietly, she slipped out of bed.  She looked over at Fido.  He was sleeping on his side with his legs drawn up toward his chest.  The leash was still tied to the bed.  Good! 

     She left him and went out of the room and over to the other bedroom.  She peeked inside.  The heavy breathing let her know that the twerp…Betsy, was sleeping soundly.  She wondered how he really managed being tied up like that all night.  But he was the one who wanted things like that.  She briefly wondered if Betsy Wetsy’s diaper was wet.  She hoped so. 

     She left him and went into the third bedroom.  The room she had set up as her workout room.  Like she did most mornings, she started her day with a light workout.  For her it was a light workout.  Anyone else would probably call it punishing.  She started with the weights because they made the least amount of noise.  But before she finished, she was punching the heavy bag in the room as hard as she could.

     It was an odd noise that woke Fido.  A noise he couldn’t place.  The leash attached to her bed didn’t allow him to go anywhere to investigate it – unless he untied it, and he was hesitant to do so.  He poked his head up to check her bed.  She was gone.  So she was the one making all the noise.  And then he realized it.  She was in her workout room.  The room with all the weights.  Whatever she was doing in there, she was certainly making enough noise. 

     But now that he was awake, was he supposed to untie himself or unclip his leash?  He was awake.  A trip to the bathroom would be nice.  He just didn’t know what Mistress would want since she had tied the leash there last night.  Not knowing, he decided to lay there and wait for her to finish.

     Betsy heard the odd noise as well.  Like Fido, he couldn’t figure out what it was for a while, but it finally dawned on him.  She was exercising.  And by the sounds of it, she was going at it pretty hard.  He was more than ready to get out of bed.  He was getting beyond desperate to move.  But he couldn’t.  He was thoroughly stuck, and he had no way to do anything – except lay there.  Should he call out to her?  He didn’t know.  He was so tired of being in that position he getting more tempted to call to her by the minute.  But he had always dreamed of being stuck like that with no way out, so he did his best to endure it, and try to enjoy it.  He would just enjoy it a whole lot more if he could get some sexual relief!  Not to mention, he was starting to need to pee again.

     Mercy stepped back away from the heavy bag.  It was enough…for now.  She’d probably do a bit more later, but today she had guests in her house, and both of them had never spent the night before.  Still removing the protective wrapping from her hands and wrists, she went into her bedroom to check on Fido.  She was happy to see him still on the floor and still leashed to her bed where she had left him.  “Good boy, Fido,” she praised him.  She went over and untied the leash.

     Fido felt a moment of sexual pleasure when she told him he was a good boy – like a dog.  But he was a bit disappointed when he saw her untying the leash from the bed instead of just unclipping it.  As much as he enjoyed acting like a dog, he was getting a bit tired of it.  But still, the moment his leash was untied and she pulled on it, he was back on all fours and was following her out of the bedroom.

     Mercy, leash in hand, stopped briefly at the doorway to Betsy’s room.  He was awake.  “Just hang on there for a bit more,” she told him.  “I’ll be back as soon as I get Fido taken care of.”

     Betsy was glad she was coming back soon, but if she didn’t come very soon, then he was afraid he was going to make his diaper a bit wetter.  And then he realized that she wasn’t going to let him go anywhere but in his diaper anyway.  With that disturbing thought, he relaxed and let it out.  No use being more miserable than he already was.  The real problem now was, after wetting himself again, he couldn’t help but remember those hands of hers, every time he had wet himself yesterday.  Inside his diaper, his cock was growing hard again, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.  He wanted to scream!

     Fido figured it out the moment he realized she was heading for the back door.  She was taking him out to go to the bathroom – outside, like a dog.  He was thrilled – and disappointed – both.  After spending so much time doing the dog stuff, it would be nice to be more human again.  Still, the thought of it did make his cock twitch.

     Mercy stopped in the middle of the patio.  She unclipped Fido’s leash.  “Go ahead boy, go do your thing.  You don’t need me to walk you around the yard.”  With that, she turned and went back into the house, leaving him there.

     Fido watched her go back into the house.  Knowing what he was supposed to do – which he was conflicted as to whether he wanted to do it or not, he crawled out onto the lawn and headed for the gardens bordering the backyard.  He was there, he loved the dog play, why not?  He crawled over to a small bush, lifted his leg, and let loose.  Doing it was perhaps one of the strangest and most demeaning sensations in the world.  The sexual thrill of what he was doing started hitting him hard before he even started.  By the time he finished, all he could think about was Mistress’s magical hands giving him pleasure to that part of him that he realized was now growing larger by the moment.  Why?  Why did he have to love something so demeaning so much.  Not having an answer, he crawled toward the back door, already figuring out that he would have to wait for her to let him back into the house.

     Mercy pulled the covers completely off of Betsy.  The first thing she noticed was the thing she was most interested in.  He was wet.  She also noticed the bump inside his diaper.  With a smile she reached out and caressed his diaper covered penis.  “Still enjoying yourself I see,” she said.  “Even after being stuck like that all night.”  Before he could reply, she started rubbing her hand over the front of his diaper.  In moments he was pushing back against her hand.  She could see how desperate he was for another orgasm.  She kept at it…then abruptly stopped.  “You’re not nearly wet enough for that,” she told him.

     Betsy nearly had a fit.  He had been so close!  But he could do nothing but lay there as she untied first his legs, then each of his hands.

      “Move around and loosen up,” she told him.  “I’ve got to let Fido back into the house.”

     Fido heard her at the door.  The moment it opened, he scurried inside.  He watched as she shut the door, waiting to see what she would require of him next.  What she told him was the last thing she expected. 

      “Enough dog play for now,” she said.  “Get up and put your panties stockings and heels on.  I need you to be human again.  Meet me in the exercise room when you’re ready.”  With that, she headed back to Betsy’s bedroom.

     Fido was surprised by her command, and also very pleased.  As much as he enjoyed the dog play, going back to being human again would be good.  He crawled over to his clothes, only realizing that he could have walked if he wanted to, after he had gotten there.

     Betsy was sitting on the bed, stretching and bending his arms and legs, trying to get the kinks worked out after being tied spread-eagle all night long.  His penis inside his wet diaper ached!  He looked up as she stopped in the doorway.

      “Betsy,” Mercy said.  “Any chance you can cook us all some eggs and bacon?”

      “Why not?” Betsy said.  “I make some for myself once in a while.”

     Mercy smiled.  “Fantastic!  But for now, get your ass up off that bed and put your stockings and high heels on.  Then meet me in the exercise room.”

     Betsy left the room and went out to where his clothes were.  He saw Fido already getting dressed.  Something told him that play time was over.  A few minutes later, he and Fido went down the hallway and into the exercise room where they saw Mistress curling weights, one in each hand.

     Mercy looked up as they came in together.  She put the weights down.  “Betsy, you first,” she said.  “Up on the treadmill.”

     The treadmill?  Betsy eyed the thing.  “I’ve never been on one of these things,” he said as he approached it warily. 

      “Don’t worry, it’s easy,” Mercy told him.  “And you’re only going to be walking for a few minutes.  Not to mention, after being tied up all night, you’re probably going to need the bit of exercise.”

     Betsy wasn’t sure about that.  Nothing Mistress did was ever that easy.

      “Grab the handholds,” Mercy told him. 

     Betsy grabbed the handholds, but the moment he did, she cuffed each one so he couldn’t remove them. 

      “Now, just a slow walk to get the kinks out,” Mercy said.

     Betsy just hoped she really did mean slow.  He saw her push one of the buttons and the belt he was standing on began to move.  He was forced to walk forward.  The pace was easy though.  Slow enough that he had no problem at all. 

      “See, easy,” Mercy said as she watched him.  She pushed another button and the treadmill began moving faster, but not much faster.  “Look down,” Mercy told him.  “See that line on the treadmill?  I want every step you take to hit that line.  Right on top of it.”

     Betsy adjusted his steps so that he was walking on the line.  As he did, he immediately remembered the time when she had taken him shopping and she had demanded that he walk just like this.  He quickly realized that this was more about just exercise.  It was practice for the way she wanted him to walk.  With his eyes concentrating on the line, he kept at it.

     Mercy let him look down at the line for a minute as he got used to it.  But she didn’t let him look at it long.  “Pull your head up,” she told him.  “Don’t look at the line anymore.  Just make sure your feet go right in front of each other.  I want you standing up straight and proud while you walk.”

     Betsy tried but it was a lot more difficult.  His eyes kept glancing down to make sure he was still walking on the line.

     Mercy picked up a riding crop she kept in the corner of the room and carried it back to him.  “She saw him glancing down.  “Don’t look!” she admonished him as the riding crop slapped the back of his hand.

     Betsy was so surprised and distracted that he missed a few steps.

      “You missed!” Mercy said, as her crop again came down on his hand.  “Missed!” she said again as she hit him again. 

     Betsy did his best to adjust his steps while trying to look straight ahead. 

      “Much better,” Mercy told him as she watched.  She let him get used to trying to walk that way for a few minutes, hitting his hand with her riding crop every time he either looked down or missed a step.  When she thought he was comfortable enough with what was happening, she reached up and pulled the nose hook from where it was hanging from the ceiling.  “Stand up straight,” she told him as she pulled it down and inserted it in his nose.

     Betsy pulled briefly at his hands to stop her, but anchored to the handholds, there was nothing he could do.  And the treadmill never stopped moving so he was forced to keep walking while she stuck something into each nostril of his nose.  Then he saw her pulling on a string, and the thing began pulling his nose up in the air.  And then she tied it off.  He couldn’t look down if he tried!

      “Missed a step!” Mercy told him as her riding crop lashed out at his hand again.  “One foot in front of the other.  Get used to it!”

     Fido watched it all while sitting on one of the weight benches in the room.  He had no doubt at all that when Betsy was finished, he would be taking his place.  The exercise seemed to go on and on until Mistress finally called a halt.  By that time, Fido wasn’t looking forward to that exercise at all.

      “Half a mile,” Mercy said as she turned the machine off.  “Pretty good for your first time.  But don’t worry, eventually you’ll be getting lot’s more practice.”  She unhooked everything from him and waited until he had stepped off the treadmill.  “Go make us breakfast,” she told him.  “Three eggs for Fido and me, and however many you want.  And cook the entire package of bacon.”

     Betsy left the room, his head still spinning from his time on the treadmill.  He was breathing a bit heavier than usual, but it had been a slow easy walk.  Just a lot further than he ever imagined.  Half a mile!  That was a very long distance to have to walk in heels!  Not to mention trying to walk one foot in front of the other.  Still in a daze, he headed down the hallway toward the kitchen…one foot directly in front of the other.

     Fido watched as she connected his hands to the treadmill so he couldn’t remove them. 

      “Your friend Betsy has been getting a lot more secret practice walking in heels than he lets on,” she told him.  “But you spent all day yesterday working in them, so I don’t expect you’ll have that much trouble with this.”

     Fido swallowed.  “No Mistress.  I hope not.”

      “I hope not too,” she told him.  “Now, nice and slow to start.  One foot in front of the other.”

     The treadmills started and Fido was forced to walk slowly forward.  After a few steps, he did his best to adjust his steps so that his feet were hitting the line.  He watched that endless line as he went around on the treadmill and his feet did their best to land directly on it.  It was a weird way of walking, and he wasn’t used to it at all.  He missed a few steps and was glad when Mistress didn’t him for it.  But then suddenly he missed another one and he felt the sting of that crop on the back of his hand.  He concentrated harder on trying to get it right.  Before he knew it, she was telling him not to look down, but to stand up straight while he walked.  He tried, but not being able to look down seemed to make her crop hit his hand a lot more often.  And then after not feeling the crop for a few minutes, he felt her sticking that nose thing up his nostrils and pulling his head up so he couldn’t look down.  After that, he felt the riding crop far more often.  He did his very best to keep his feet…and hips…moving the right directions to keep them where she wanted them going.  He was very glad when she finally declared that the half mile had been reached.  His feet inside his heels felt like they were on fire, but he had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be allowed to remove them anytime soon.

      “Breakfast time,” Mercy declared as Fido stepped down off the treadmill.  “Let’s see how Betsy did in the kitchen.”

 

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Mercy Me - Chapter 11 – Part 2 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11 – Part 2 of 2

     Betsy couldn’t hold it back anymore.  In fact, even though he tried, he couldn’t hold it back.  His asshole had been stretched open so wide and for so long that even trying to stop it, he couldn’t.  The horrible feeling of everything coming slowly out of his ass, and not being able to do a thing about it, seemed to go on and on as he felt the weight of it slowly going into his diaper and spreading across his backside.  It was…horrible!  By the time it finally was all over, he could already smell it, and the smell was getting stronger by the minute.  Yuck!

     With so much discomfort in the back of his diaper, he struggled against the steel contraption she had locked him into.  But struggling was useless.  No matter what, he couldn’t budge anything at all.  But then, he had known before even trying that he wouldn’t be able to. 

     The whole situation only made being stuck like that even worse…and also, for him – better!  The mess inside his diaper, being unable to move, being totally stuck like that in one of her devices.  His cock was as hard as a rock.  He shook his ass trying to find some stimulation for his cock, wanting badly to get off again, but stuck as he was, it was impossible.  And through it all, there was no way he could ignore the constant messy feel of what was now filling the back of his diaper…not to mention the smell of it.  She had locked him into one of her devices, the stuff of his dreams.  It was horrible.  It was frightening.  And it was pure heaven.

 

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     Mercy grabbed Fido’s leash.  On her way over to him, she passed Betsy.  She could smell the mess in his diaper now.  She watched him for a moment.  She didn’t think he was even aware that she was there, he was so focused on his predicament that he appeared to be in his own little world.  Good!  That’s just where she knew he wanted to be.  He was good right like he was for a while.  She could leave him.

     Fido watched as Mistress grabbed his leash.  As his teeth bit harder into the arm of his purple toy monkey, he saw her coming towards him, then he saw her stop and look at Betsy, the little twerp.  The nasty odor of what Betsy must have done was already beginning to reach him.  He thanked God that she had let him use the bathroom.  His thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly turned towards him, his eyes couldn’t seem to leave that red leash in her hands. 

     Mercy leaned down and attached the leash to Fido’s collar.  “Grab you toy, Fido,” she said.  “Let’s get out of here for a while.”  Monkey in mouth, she led him to her back door and out to the patio there.  As she passed one of her chairs, she grabbed it with one hand as she continued to lead him out onto the lawn.  She set the chair down on the grass and sat.  Pulling him close to her, she took the dog toy from his mouth and unclipped his leash.  She saw his eyes widen in anticipation.  So weird.  This guy really did get off on being treated like a dog.  Why?  She was going to have to discus it with Vicky tomorrow when she saw her.

     She threw the toy monkey out on the lawn and said, “Fetch!”  She watched as Fido, a man on all fours, ran after the monkey.  She watched as he grabbed the thing in his mouth and proudly dragged it right back to her.  She took it from him.  “You know,” she said.  “The only reason I let you use the bathroom earlier was because I didn’t want dog poop on my lawn.  But if it had been for anything else, you would have been out here learning to pee like a dog.  And trust me, the next time you have to go, you will be coming out here to pee.  Fetch!” she said as she threw the dog toy again.

     As Fido ran after the purple monkey, her words were still ringing in his head.  What she had said didn’t surprise him at all.  In fact, earlier she had told him that barking three times was his way of telling her he needed to go.  But hearing her say the words somehow sent a thrill of anticipation through him.  He grabbed the monkey in his teeth and headed back to her.  As he crawled as fast as he could, he mused over how sick he really was.  There was no doubt about that at all.  Why did he like being treated like a dog so much?  It was demeaning.  It was…just plain sick!  Yet he couldn’t deny one fact.  He loved it!  Why?  Controlled.  That was part of it.  He loved feeling controlled.  She took the toy from his mouth, and he waited eagerly for her to throw it again.

     “You know Fido,” Mercy said as she held his monkey in her hand.  “If I can figure out a way that I’m happy with for you to poop here in my yard, you can forget all about ever using the bathroom in my house again.  I just haven’t figured that part out yet.  But trust me, I will.”

     Fido was aghast at hearing her say that, but at the same time, his semi-hard cock gave a major lurch.  She wanted him to poop outside too?  And worse, as troubling as that thought was, as humiliating and demeaning as it was, he had no doubt that he would do whatever she wanted.  Controlled!

     “Fetch!”

 

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     Betsy almost lost his grip on the toy monkey they were playing with when Fido suddenly pulled extra hard.  Mistress had told him to sit on the floor with Fido and play with him, and the only thing he could think to do was to play tug-of-war with Fido’s toy monkey.  It was hard for Betsy to believe that Fido seemed to enjoy acting like a dog so much, but that’s the impression he was getting.

     Betsy was very much enjoying the feel of wearing a clean diaper again.  He was also enjoying the freedom of being able to move around again – freely, with no restraints at all.  Mistress had actually cleaned him up and changed his messy diaper while he was still attached to that thing and was unable to move.  She didn’t release him until the new diaper was firmly in place.  The only thing he had to do with the stinky thing, was carry it out back and put it straight into the trash can, and doing that was easy enough.  Now, Mistress had him playing with Fido while she was fixing dinner for all of them.

     Mercy carried two plates over to the table and set them down.  She glanced over at Betsy and Fido, playing together on the floor.  “Dinner time, Betsy.  Leave the dog alone for a while and come eat.”

     Leave the dog alone?  Betsy was surprised.  It almost sounded like she wasn’t going to feed Fido.  Betsy didn’t miss the look on Fido’s face as he got to his feet and headed for the table.  Fido though stayed right where he was, the toy monkey hanging from his mouth.

     Mercy took her usual seat at the table and waited while Betsy sat down.  “Have you enjoyed yourself today?” Mercy asked.

     “Yes, Mistress,” Betsy replied.  “Even all the work I had to do.”

     “How about having your bottom reamed out?”

     He thought about that for a moment.  “Yeah,” he decided.  “Even that.”

     “Good,” Mercy said.  “You’re new to this all yet so I’m going slowly.”  She looked over at Fido, still on the floor where he had been.  “For both of you,” she added.

     Betsy looked at the food on his plate.  Chicken, and three different vegetables.  Ugh!  Vegetables weren’t high on his list of foods he usually ate.

     “What’s wrong?” Mercy asked.

     “Uh…I don’t eat that many vegetables,” he told her.

     “Those vegies are nutritious!” she replied.  “Eat up!  Nutrition is important!”

     Betsy said nothing.  He picked up his fork and began eating.  Vegetables!

     Fido watched them eating.  He suddenly felt more like a dog than ever.  Was he going to get dinner?  But he supposed she would feed him whenever she was ready.  All he could do was lay quietly on the floor and watch them eat.  His stomach growled and his mouth watered.  Something smelled good.  He just hoped he’d get the chance to try some.

     He watched while they both ate their entire dinner.  When they were done, Mistress got up from the table while Betsy carried the dishes over to the sink.  He watched as a minute later, Betsy started washing the dishes while Mistress began putting things away.  Was he going to get to eat at all?  He saw her doing something on the counter next to Betsy, but he couldn’t see what.  And then she turned around with a plate in her hand.

     “Fido,” Mercy called as she set the plate of food on the floor.  “Come get it.”

     Fido crawled as fast as he could over to the food.  She had cut everything up into small pieces on the plate.

     “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you,” Mercy said, “that hands are illegal.”

     Fido had already figured that much out.  With no other option, he lowered his face to the plate and began trying to get the pieces of food into his mouth.  He was hungry, and it tasted surprisingly good.  He looked up at her, but she was already walking away, back towards where Betsy was washing dishes.  He went back to finishing his dinner like a dog would eat.  He could feel his cock growing beneath him once again.  Would she grant him another release tonight?  He could only hope.

 

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     Mercy sat in her favorite chair out on her patio.  Under the floodlights lighting up her entire backyard, her eyes followed the slow progress of Betsy holding Fido’s leash as she led him slowly around the perimeter – for the second time.  She had told Betsy to “walk” Fido around the yard until she told them to stop.  She told Fido that he had better pee sometime during that walk because once his walk was over, they were going to bed.  When she had told Betsy to walk Fido, she could tell that Betsy had been a little nervous and uncomfortable about doing it.  Fido had been a little uncomfortable about it too.  But Mercy figured that if she was going to have to have a “dog” in the house, then both Betsy and Fido had better get used to things being this way.

     Fido crawled around on the grass with Betsy holding his leash.  As he crawled, he tried to figure out how he felt about things.  Earlier, Mistress had made Betsy, the little twerp, play with him time in the house.  Now she had Betsy holding his leash.  And the fact that he was going along with it all only drove home how really sick he had to be.  He felt Betsy tug a bit on the leash to get him to turn sooner than he expected.  He turned to go where he figured he wanted…just like a dog would do.

     But now he had to pee – like a dog.  Outside.  It was bad enough that he was naked and on all fours, and had been acting like a dog for most of the day, but now he had to pee like one too.  But this was what he had signed up for.  This was what he wanted.  He had just wanted to be doing it with Mistress, not this little…kid.  But doing it with the…kid…made him feel more dominated and controlled than ever.  He knew he was going to have no choice.  He was going to have to stop and pee like a dog.  Now how did he want to do this?

     He spotted a likely spot to do it, against a small shrub in one of her bordering gardens.  He waited until they were going past it, then he stopped.  He felt the leash tug as Betsy kept going, but that didn’t last long as Betsy stopped to see what he was doing.  Feeling totally uncomfortable and humiliated about doing it, he raised his leg like he figured a dog would do, and let loose.

     Betsy almost couldn’t believe it.  Fido was peeing – like a dog.  He would never understand why Fido wanted to act like a dog.  Never!  But then, he didn’t even understand some of his own needs.  So far, from everything he could see, Mistress understood them.  So far, finding Mistress was the best thing he had ever done.  As painful and uncomfortable as everything had been with her so far, he was still happy.  He’d just be a lot happier if she would forget about the diapers and little girl stuff.  And the name she gave him – Betsy Wetsy?  He almost preferred being called Twerp!

     Mercy watched as Fido finished peeing.  Something about watching him do that made her smile.  Yeah, she really did need to figure out a way for him to poop outside too.  She saw Betsy and Fido continuing their walk around the yard.  As they got closer to the patio she stood up.  “Okay you two.  Let’s go inside.  Bedtime.”

     Both Fido and Betsy were glad that ordeal was over with.  Neither of them said anything, despite the fact that Fido wasn’t permitted to say anything at all, but both of them wondered and worried about what else Mistress had in store for each of them.  Or would she just let each of them climb into bed and go to sleep?  That’s what Fido hoped for.  Betsy however dreamed of being stuck in another of her devices for the entire night.  Betsy was also hoping Mistress would let him out of his wet diaper before going to bed.  He didn’t like the diapers.  They brought back too many uncomfortable images from his past.

     Inside the house, Mercy grabbed Fido’s leash and unclipped it.  “Come along Betsy,” she said as she headed for the spare bedroom.  Once there, she turned to Betsy.  She noticed Fido waiting out in the hallway, watching.  He could watch.  She had no problem with that.  “Enjoying that wet diaper?” she asked Betsy?

     “No Mistress,” Betsy replied.  “I still don’t like them.”

     Mercy smiled.  “Tough!  Wait here,” she said.  She went out to one of her boxes and grabbed the latex gloves she had used on him before.  She put them on as she walked back to the spare bedroom.  “So you don’t like wet diapers,” she said as she walked into the room.

     “I don’t like any diapers.  Period!” Betsy replied.

     Mercy walked behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pushing one of her gloved hands down into his wet diaper.  “How about now?” she asked as she began massaging his suddenly hard penis.

     Betsy said nothing.  He was too focused on what her hands were doing inside his diaper.  It seemed like only seconds before she had him spurting for all he was worth.

     “Are you sure you don’t like wet diapers?” Mercy whispered in his ear.

     Betsy stills said nothing.  He was still recovering from the intense orgasm. 

     Mercy pulled the blankets back on the bed.  Then she stripped Betsy completely, wet diaper and all.  She grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom and wiped him clean, then had him lay down on the bed.

     Betsy was happy, and not just for the orgasm.  No diaper.  No chastity cage.  No bondage of any sort…he thought. 

     Mercy grabbed his left arm and pulled it up toward the head of the bed.  From behind the headboard, she grabbed a wrist cuff on a short chain and cuffed his arm up tight toward that side of the bed.  At the foot of the bed, she attached his ankle to the footboard.  Then she did the other side of his body, stretching him out tight.

     After just having an orgasm, Betsy wasn’t happy about being all bound up again.  And he was guessing that it was going to be for the rest of the night.  But at least there was no diaper and no chastity.  Bound up as he was, he could only watch as Mistress left the room.  He saw Fido watching intently from the floor of the hallway.  If he was on this bed in the only spare bedroom, where was Fido going to sleep?  He didn’t wonder about that long as mistress came back into the room.  Oh no!  Another diaper!  He wanted to protest, but he knew it would do no good.  Once again, he soon found himself thoroughly diapered.

     Mercy ran her hand down the front of his fresh diaper.  “I expect that thing to be soaked by morning,” she told him.  She pulled the blankets up over him, then with a sly smile, she said, “Goodnight.  Enjoy yourself.”  She walked out, turning out the light but leaving the door open.  “Fido!  Come!” she said as she walked into her bedroom.

     Fido crawled after her, wondering if she was going to chain him up in some way too.  Was she going to make him sleep on the floor?  There was only one bed in her room. 

     Mercy sat on the bed and looked down at the man on all fours.  The man that for some inexplicable reason loved to be treated like a dog.  Well, whatever.  To each their own.  As long as he gave her the things that she needed, she would do her part and try to accommodate his needs as well.  That’s the way things worked with her.  Always!  But as much as he might want it, right now wasn’t the time for him to be acting like any kind of dog at all.  Her mind briefly went back to the memories of why he didn’t have much money, which was directly related to everything he had done for his mother.  He was a good man.  He deserved good things.  He deserved…a reward.

     “Get up,” she told him.  “No being a dog right now.”  She smiled.  “Leave the collar though, it suits you.”  She watched as he got uncertainly to his feet.  She could see how puzzled he was.  She stood up from the bed and motioned toward it.  “Lay down,” she ordered.

     Wondering what was going on, Fido laid down on the bed.  A moment later, he wasn’t happy when she grabbed his wrist and attached it to the headboard just like she had done with the Twerp – Betsy.  One by one, she attached all his limbs to the bed, spreading him out like she had done to Betsy in the other room. 

     Once he was thoroughly secure, he was shocked to see what she did next.  Very slowly, where he could see her, she started removing all her clothes.  He couldn’t look away if he tried, he was that mesmerized.  What was going on?

     Mercy slowly stripped down to nothing.  When she was ready, she climbed up on the bed.  “You’re a good man, Fido.  The sacrifices you made for your mother touched me.  For that, you deserve a reward.  But don’t ever expect this to happen again.  Never.  This is just because I was so moved by your dedication to your mother.” 

     With that, her hands began massaging his penis.  In moments it was raging hard.  Then she lowered herself onto him.  The gasp he let out certainly wasn’t anything doglike, but she didn’t want him as a dog right now.  She wanted him just as he was.  She rarely ever did this with a man, but she needed some way to reward him for doing what he had.  Slowly, she made love to him for over an hour.  Bringing him to the brink, then letting him down slowly.  Working his entire body.  Bound the way he was, he had no choice but to let her do everything to him.  There was nothing he could do for her.  As little as Mercy had done this in her life, it was something she was still good at.  She knew how to bring pleasure to a man.  It was just not the kind of pleasure she preferred. 

     An hour later, after he had grunted again and again from the exertion of such an intense orgasm, she unfastened him.  “Off the bed now Fido,” she said.  “Back on the floor.  Dogs don’t belong up on the bed.”

     With that, Fido knew it was over and she wanted him to be a dog again, which he wasn’t interested in being after that orgasm.  He got off the bed and stood for a moment, looking down at the floor.

     “Down!” Mercy ordered quickly and sternly.

     Shocked by the forcefulness of her voice, Fido dropped quickly to the floor.

     “And stay there!” Mercy told him. 

     Naked, she walked out to the kitchen where she grabbed his leash.  She turned all the lights in the house off as she headed back to her bedroom.  When she got there, she fastened the leash to Fido’s collar and tied the other end to the foot of her bed.  “Dogs sleep on the floor,” she told him.  “Get used to it!”

     Fido did his best to make himself comfortable on the hard floor.  He was naked.  He didn’t have even a blanket or a pillow.  He watched as she climbed up naked into her bed…and then she turned out the light and there was nothing more that he could see.  He moved to make himself more comfortable and was brought up by the short length of leash.  Unless he removed the leash, he wouldn’t even be able to stand up.  Once again, the feeling washed over him.  A feeling he liked.  A feeling he had been searching for most of his life but had never realized it. 

     Controlled.

 

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     Across the street, Ben Whitmore watched the lights going out on the house across from him.  What was going on in there?  Once again his mind remembered what it felt like to have that…thing of hers…locked around his legs.  And more than that, he remembered her hands grabbing his penis, time and time again, and making him feel so good.  So needy.  So…desperate.  Darn she was a sick woman.  But how much sicker were the two idiots that went to her, wanting her to do that stuff to them. 

     He headed for bed, but all night long he was troubled by the memory of what he had been through that day.  The memories wouldn’t leave him alone, even after he took the time to masturbate.  He needed to get that damn sick woman out of his head!

 

Mercy Me - Chapter 11 – Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 11 – Part 1 of 2

 

     Betsy stuck his hand against his backside.  His hand couldn’t feel anything inside his diaper.  It had been an hour now since she had changed him into a dry one.  It had also been an hour since she had made him stay on his hands and knees in her kitchen while her hand had gone between his legs, and she had masturbated him for the umpteenth time that day inside his sopping wet diaper.  But this time she hadn’t stopped.  She had brought him to a full, wonderful orgasm, right there on her kitchen floor.  An hour ago. 

     But it had also been an hour now since she had shoved that butt plug up inside him before diapering him again.  An hour!  With that thing up inside him now, he felt like he wanted to take a shit so badly he could hardly stand it, even inside his diaper.  But between the shape of that darn plug and his diaper, nothing was coming out of him.  His hand felt his backside yet again.  Pressing, poking.  But the plug was lodged firmly up inside him, and from the outside of that diaper there was nothing for his hand to feel. 

     His hand might not be able to feel anything, but his backside was another matter.  Forget about that fact that he felt like he needed to take a giant shit.  The pain he had experienced when she had shoved the thing up inside him had been awful.  And the further in she had pushed it, and the further that thing had stretched his ass hole open, the more it had hurt.  Until in one quick rush, the damn thing had seemed to suck itself up into him and stay there.  Tightly.  His ass still felt like it was stretched wide, which it was, even though she “claimed” it was a tiny one she had put into him.  As far as he was concerned, there was nothing about the thing that felt tiny at all.  Nothing!

     He watched as Mistress moved around between her metal contraptions in the living room.  Fido was lying on his belly on the floor nearby, watching her.  His purple monkey that he had been chewing on for much of the day was on the floor in front of him.  He watched as Mistress grabbed one of her contraptions.  A smaller one.  She brought it out into the clear area away from the rest of them and set it on the floor.  He studied it.  The intentions of the thing were easily clear to him.  Despite cuming so recently, his cock gave a major lurch.  He hoped that he would soon be locked up in that thing.

     But what was Mistress doing now?  She was back among her contraptions again.  He watched as she grabbed another one and carried it out.  She set it down next to the other one.  Two of the same thing.  Two identical bondage devices.  And Betsy had no doubt that one would be for him and the other for Fido.

     “Okay Betsy, get your ass over here,” Mercy commanded.

     Once again, Betsy’s cock gave a lurch inside his still dry diaper.  Even though he was looking forward to it, he moved hesitantly.  Nervously.

     “Down boy,” she said to him as if she was talking to a dog…like Fido.  “Your hands go at that end,” she instructed.

     Still nervous, Betsy got down on his hands and knees over top of the bar.  There were two crossbars, one on each end.  Each cross bar had a manacle attached at each end.

     “Down on your elbows,” Mercy told him.

     Betsy dropped down so he was resting his weight on his elbows and forearms.  He put up no resistance as Mistress grabbed his right arm and locked it into the cuff on that side.  He watched as she restrained his left arm the same way.  Because of the way the manacles were placed, there was now no way he could get up from his elbows.  The entire weight of his body was resting on his stretched-out forearms.  Fortunately, it was comfortable enough.  He felt her grab his left foot and pull.  Soon that was locked to the device.  His right foot was done soon after.  He wiggled a bit, but it took very little effort to realize he couldn’t move from this elbows and knees position.  He was thoroughly stuck there.  And he loved it!

     Fido watched it all nervously.  Since she had brought out two of those contraptions, he had no doubt that she intended to lock him into the other one…and his day had been going so good up until now. 

     “Okay Fido,” Mercy said.  “Your turn.”

     Fido crawled over to her slowly.  He didn’t have to be told to position himself over the device.  In no time at all, he was locked tightly into it.  He tested the bonds, but it took almost nothing to know that he was stuck.  Securely!  He looked up.  He and Betsy were facing each other, their heads were about two feet apart.  He turned his head to see what Mistress was doing and saw her picking up something else from over near the wall, but he couldn’t see what that device was as she was walking behind him.

     Mercy set the device down on the floor behind Fido.  She left it there and went to one of her toolboxes and came back with a tube of lubrication.  The device had a phallic end that she lubed liberally.  Once ready, she pushed the phallus up against Fido’s ass.

Fido jumped in surprise…or tried to.  He couldn’t move.  “What?” he exclaimed in alarm.

Mercy slapped his ass – hard!  “Bad dog!” she yelled.  “You know better.”  With that she slapped his ass hard again. 

     Fido tried to yelp like a dog at the pain.

     “Much better!” Mercy told him.  “Now hold still,” she said.  “Not that you’ve got much of a choice anyway.  I suggest you try to relax as much as possible.”  With that, she pushed the phallus from the device slowly into his exposed ass until the head of it was fully inside him.

     Fido felt something invading his ass.  He automatically tried tightening his sphincter muscles, but it did no good.  The pressure pushing whatever it was into his was simply too much and he felt it pass inside him…and then stop – fortunately.  He noted her standing up again and leaving him…with whatever it was still up in him.  He tried to get used to the odd feeling of being penetrated, but it was simply too strange.  And then he saw her coming back.

     Betsy craned his head up to try and see what Mistress was doing with Fido.  She had put something right behind him, but his body blocked most of what was happening.  But before long, he quickly figured out that Mistress had put something up his rear end.  Fido’s reaction to it, especially the look on his face, was almost comical.  For once, he was glad of the diaper he was wearing, because it meant that he she wouldn’t be doing that to him.  But then he realized, she had already done that to him with that darn butt plug she stuck into him earlier. 

     Betsy watched as best he could though as Mistress carried another device from the wall, but this time she went behind him.  Uh-oh.  And then he felt her removing his diaper.  He had a feeling he was about to get the same treatment as Fido.  He felt her hand in his ass grabbing the butt plug and pulling…slowly and carefully pulling that plug right out of his ass.  And then it was suddenly gone.  He breathed a sigh of relief, but not for long as he felt whatever it was she had put behind him now touching his asshole instead.  A minute later, he felt the pressure as it was pushed into him.  But unlike the butt plug she had just taken out of him, this thing seemed to be all one diameter.  He could tell though that while it seemed to be slippery, it wasn’t completely smooth.  He was surprised when she just barely pushed it up into him…and then left it there.  He looked up at Fido and saw him watching closely.  Fido’s face had been almost comical when she had done it to him.  How had Fido seen him?

     With her machines now in place, Mercy pulled the control units for each of them out towards each of their heads where she could sit between them and reach each of them easily.  Then she headed for the kitchen.  From a drawer she pulled out a deck of cards and brought them back to her two playthings.  She sat between them and leaned over and released Fido’s right hand, then she released Betsy’s right hand. 

     “Fido,” Mercy said.  “Do you know how to play War?”

     Fido was surprised.  War?  He hadn’t played that since he was a kid.  But he figured he would remember the basics.  He barked once, then quickly remembered that yes was two barks so he barked again.

     “Does that mean yes you know the game?” Mercy asked.

     Fido barked twice.

     “Good.  How about you Betsy.  Have you ever played War?”

     “Uh…I’m not sure,” Betsy replied.

     “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out fast enough.  It’s about the easiest card game there is.”  She shuffled the cards and began dealing the entire deck out into two piles, one for each of them.  She straightened each pile and set them where each of them could reach the cards easily.  “Fido,” she said.  “Since you seem to know the game better.  You go first.”

     Fido reached out and grabbed a card from the pile in front of him and placed it face up in the middle between him and Betsy.  A ten of hearts.

     “Your turn,” Mercy told Betsy.

     Betsy did as Fido had done and played a card into the middle as well.  A five of spades.

     “Fido wins that hand,” Mercy said.  “Get your cards Fido.”

     While Fido was grabbing the two cards to pull them closer to him, Mercy grabbed the control box for the machine behind Betsy and pressed the button. 

     “Aahh!” Betsy exclaimed in alarm as he suddenly felt something slide way up into his ass and then pull back to where he started again.

     Mercy smiled.  “Wasn’t that fun?” she asked.  “That’s what you get every time you lose.  Next card,” she told them. 

     Fido played a card, a eight of clubs.  Betsy played his card, a jack of hearts.

     “Betsy wins,” Mercy declared.  “Grab you cards Betsy.”  While Betsy was doing that, Mercy hit the button on the control unit for Fido’s machine. 

     Fido’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt the thing going way up into him and then withdrawing again until it was back in the starting position. 

     “Now you both see how this works.  For every card you lose, you get fucked in the ass one time.           When the game is over, the loser gets five minutes of the automatic fucking machine reaming him out.  Okay play another card.”

     Fido looked up at Betsy.  He could see the shocked expression on Betsy’s face that he was sure matched his own.  With little else he could do, he reached out and played another card.

     Mercy loved this game, and the reaction from first-time newbies was particularly fun.  Hand after hand, card after card, the game progressed.  One of the great things about the game of War was that it was usually a fairly long game.  There was no way that either of the two player could not lose some hands.  And when they matched cards and a war actually took place where they set down more cards until the hand was eventually won, the multiple reaming that the loser got was fun to watch as well.  Most of the time when it happened the loser only got two strokes from her machine, but there as once when Betsy got three.

     Slowly the game kept going.  After fifteen minutes, it was clear though that the winner was most likely going to be Fido.  Betsy was getting his ass fucked much more often and Fido was getting less and less.  The final cards were played, and Fido grabbed them.  Betsy had lost.  Mercy hit the button on the machine attached to Betsy’s ass and let it keep running, slowly sending the fake penis in and out of her backside.  Mercy figured that Betsy never thought of it, but that butt plug she had been wearing since his last diaper change had probably stretched his ass a bit and was making the whole thing easier for him.  Easier?  What neither Betsy nor Fido knew was that they were both simply too new to this for what she usually did.  Usually, the loser sucked off the cock of the winner.  It would be a little while yet before they had that to worry about, but she was looking forward to getting them to that point.

     While Betsy was stuck getting fucked by her machine, Mercy pulled the one behind Fido out of him.  “Good boy,” she crooned when he didn’t put up any fuss.  She cleaned her machine, then she cleaned his ass before releasing him from the device that held him in position.  But of course, Fido was in dog mode and was stuck staying on all fours.  “Go find your toy,” she told him.  “I’m sure that by now you need to chew for a while.

     Fido did as he was told and crawled off to find his toy monkey.  A minute later, he laid on his belly with the thing in his mouth as he watched Betsy being disconnected from everything. 

     Betsy was glad to get that darn machine out of his ass.  After going in and out of him so many times, his ass felt like it was numb.  He waited, still trapped and connected to her device that kept him on his knees while she cleaned the machine off, then he watched as she put both of those devices away.  Finally, she came back to him, but not to release him yet.  With just his right arm free, he was horrified to feel her putting that same diaper back on him again.  But after all that exercise she had just given his rear end, he had another problem going on.  “Uh…Mistress.”

     “Yes?” Mercy replied as she started pulling the diaper up between his legs.

     “Uh…I’m going to have to go to the bathroom soon.”

     “That’s what the diaper is for.”

     “No.  I mean…the other way.”

     “I have no doubt,” Mercy replied.

     “You mean…”

     Mercy finished fastening the diaper tightly around his waist.  She began unfastening his legs from her device.  “Didn’t I just tell you that’s what the diaper is for?”

     “You want me to…”

     “Yes!  What did you think?”

     “You want me to…”

     Mercy said nothing.  She finished disconnecting him from the device, but he wasn’t moving.  He appeared to be in shock.

     “After that butt plug being in you for a while, and then my machine reaming you out, I have no doubt you’ve got to go.  But hey, you don’t have to wait.  Your diaper is firmly in place.  You can just go anytime you like.”  She got up and walked away from him.  She knew it was probably a bit too soon for him to go through something like that, but she had decided he was going to have to get used to it sometime.

     She walked over to Fido.  “Fido,” she said.  “If you feel the need to do more than pee, crawl off to the bathroom.”

     Fido was glad to hear that, especially since he did have to go – both ways.  He barked twice, picked up his toy monkey in his mouth, and scurried to the bathroom.

     Mercy noticed that Betsy still hadn’t moved from where he had been connected to her device.  She went back to him.  “You like that little device, huh?  No problem.”

     Before Betsy could protest, she grabbed his right arm and locked it into the device again.  Then his left arm, his right leg, and his left leg.  Once again, he couldn’t get up if he tried.  He was stuck…and his cock, free of the chastity device, started going crazy inside his diaper.

     “You like that thing?  Then enjoy it.  I love seeing a man trapped to something like that.  Especially one dressed so ridiculously.  You can stay there till I can’t stand your smell anymore.  Enjoy Betsy.”

     Betsy was shocked.  He hadn’t meant for her to lock him up again.  He just hadn’t been able to move since she had told him she wanted him to mess in his diaper too.  And he could stay there until she couldn’t stand the smell of him anymore?  He swallowed.  He already knew what that had to mean.  And worse, because of his position on all fours, he had a feeling that he would have no choice but to mess in his diaper – soon.  In fact, he had a feeling that in the position he was in, preventing it from happening wasn’t going to be easy.

 

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     Across the street, Ben Whitmore’s mind wandered as he was about to start making himself some dinner.  He spread his legs slightly as he remembered the feel of those heavy shackles she had attached to his legs, just above his knees.  He remembered her locking his hands up to those things she had in her living room so he couldn’t stop her.  But mostly, he remembered the feel of her hands as she had massaged his penis and brought him to another mind-numbing orgasm.  His mind played with remembering it all, before he forced his mind back to reality and shook it all off.

     Yes, tomorrow he was going out to buy himself a washer and dryer.  And a lawn mower too.  He didn’t want anything more to do with that crazy woman across the street.  As good a deal as he had gotten on this house, buying it had turned out to be a big mistake.  Only because of her!

 

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