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.

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---

 

     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!”

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---

 

     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.

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---

 

     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.

 

--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---

 

     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!