Mercy Me - Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 7 – Part 1 of 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Who did she think she was?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “My mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “We’re not getting a hedge trimmer?”

      “Not tonight.  Tonight is about something else.”

      “What?”

     Mercy smiled.  “You’ll see.”

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

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

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

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

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

      “Good!  Now let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Walk,” Mercy told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mercy Me - Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 6 – Part 2 of 2

     Continuing to hold his hand, Mercy led him right back into the shoe store and straight over to the bench she had told him to sit on earlier.  As far as she could see, everyone in the store, who at that time appeared to be all women, were watching more closely than they had before.  She ignored them.  “Now get those shoes and socks off,” she said to the still semi-blubbering wretch.

      “Is there a problem here?” one of the saleswomen asked.

     Mercy looked at the twerp.  “Do you have a problem anymore?”

     Michael looked up at her, wanting to burst into tears again.  “N…n…no.”

      “Good!  See,” she said to the saleswoman.  “No problems…except that he needs some new shoes.”

     The saleswoman backed off, but not far.  She continued to watch them…just as did most of the other customers in the store.  Actually, she had seen Mercy with men in the store before, just not for some time now.  And every last one of those men had left wearing women’s high heels.

     Michael’s hands shook as he leaned down to untie his sneakers.  He was not feeling good about this.  All his mind could think about was all the teasing he had gotten growing up, usually teasing suggesting that maybe he was really a girl instead of a boy since he was so small.  And all too often, they suggested he was really something worse.  How was he going to live with himself for doing this?  But it seemed there was no way out of it.  He had gone looking for some hard-core fun.  And he had found…embarrassing trouble instead.

     Mercy wandered down the aisle of shoes.  What to get him?  The little twerp was so short that a decent pair of heels could only help that.  Wasn’t that why a lot of women wore heels?  But the heels were only one requirement of the shoes.  They also had to strap onto the foot.  She didn’t want them falling during any strenuous activity.  She also didn’t want her men to be able to kick them off at all.  If she wanted them to be uncomfortable, then they weren’t going to have the option of kicking off their heels.

     There weren’t that many pairs of heels at all on that row of shoes, but she did find some.  She settled on a brown pair with three-inch heels and two crossing ankle straps.  She brought them back to him and set them on the floor in front of him.  The twerp looked miserable and afraid.  Good!  He better!  She’d beat him raw if he gave her any more trouble.

     Michael wanted to die.  It was as if his worst nightmares were coming true.  Too afraid of her to resist, he reached down, grabbed the left high heel from the box, and stuck his foot into it.  He had to struggle a bit to get it on.  Then he had to figure out how to buckle the thing.  But in due course, the shoe was attached firmly to his foot.  Two minutes later, he was wearing both shoes.

      “Stand up and let me see,” Mercy told him…more than aware that everyone in the store was watching him…watching them.

     Michael stood up carefully.  It wasn’t that difficult.

      “Walk around a bit.  Let me see.”

     Walk?  Just standing in the things felt really weird, like he was standing on his toes.  He stepped forward, feeling how quickly the heel hit the ground.  He rocked forward onto his toe and brought his other foot forward.  Left foot, then right foot.  Around in a slow small circle.  He quickly figured out that he had to place his feet carefully and be careful not to turn his foot to the side or he’d sprain an ankle.

     Mercy stood back and watched, looking at more than just his feet.  Hmm!  The heels didn’t look that bad.  In fact, in a way, they would be perfect for her purposes.  The problem was though, that there was just something that didn’t look right about them on him.  She motioned him to walk around in a circle again.  The little twerp looked ridiculous.  His face was red from crying.  His eyes were still moist.  The bow pulling his hair back made him look more like a kid than ever.  More like a little girl.  And then it dawned on her.  Maybe that was what the problem was.  He looked more like a kid than an adult, and therefore, the heels, as nice as they were, didn’t seem right.

     So what the hell should she do?  Buy the heels or try a different pair?  She finally shook her head.  “Sit!” she ordered.  “Take them off.”

     Michael was very glad to do that.  He sat and quickly glanced up and around, then just as quickly he looked down at his feet again.  Everybody was watching him!  He was glad to get the heels off his feet.  He bent and stretched his toes.  He would have put his own shoes on again, but Mistress was once again searching the row of shoes.

     Mercy wandered slowly down the aisle looking for possibilities for the twerp.  Because of the in-between size, she realized that the aisle contained a mixture of women’s and girl’s shoes. But there appeared to be more shoes for girls than women.  Maybe that’s what she needed – not heels.  Scratch that.  Maybe that’s what he needed.  Little girl shoes!  Somehow that concept seemed a lot more fitting.  She stopped looking at the more mature styles for women and started concentrating on the styles meant more for girls.

     So what would be a good pair for him?  She pulled out a pair of black t-strap shoes.  Almost no heel at all.  And then her eye caught sight of the exact same shoes, only in a bright silvery pattern.  Cool!  And pretty too.  She compared the two colors closely.  The black would be more like most girls would wear for anything, including school and play, but many girls would just as easily prefer the brighter silvery color.  The silver would also stand out a lot more.  But looking at the silvery ones, she was afraid of how well they would stand up to some of the punishment she had a feeling the shoes would take.  They certainly wouldn’t look that pretty for long.  The plain black leather would stand up to the things she knew they would be going through much better. 

     With a small sigh of regret, she chose a pair of the black t-straps and carried them up to him.  “Try these,” she said as she handed him the box.

     Michael looked at the shoes in the box, and his stomach gave another lurch.  He looked up at her with pleading eyes.  “These aren’t women’s shoes,” he said.  “They look like shoes for a girl.”

     Mercy smiled.  “That’s right.  You should be happy about that.”

      “No…I…”  But he couldn’t tell anyone what his problem was with that.  It was bad enough she was making him buy women’s shoes to wear, but to reduce him further from and adult to a child, that was simply much worse.  Again, his mind went back to all the teasing he had gotten in school.

      “What’s your problem?” Mercy asked sternly. 

     But he couldn’t tell her.  “N…no problem,” he muttered, unable to look at her.

      “Then put them on!”

     He pulled the shoes from the box and strapped them onto his feet.  Not only didn’t they have a high heel, the wafer-thin heel they did have was less than the heels on any pair of men’s shoes he had ever seen.  The shoes felt strange on his feet in an entirely different way than the high heels had felt.  They were more comfortable, but they still felt odd and strange at the same time. 

      “Stand up and walk around,” Mercy ordered.

     He stood.  Slowly he walked around in a circle, once again aware of all the women in the store watching him.  He was so embarrassed!

     Mercy watched him walking around and around.  She moved back a bit to look at him better.  Yes, the shoes did seem to suit him much better.  In fact, they looked very nice on him…and dare she say it, with that bow in his longish hair, they looked almost normal on him.  Too normal.  She liked them better on him than the high heels, but at the same time, the shoes didn’t stand out like the high heels would.

     So what should she do?  What pair should she make him buy?  She didn’t want to make the little jerk pay too much.  Would two pairs of shoes be too much?  She looked around and had no trouble at all finding the saleswoman.  “Is there a sale on by any chance?” she asked.

     The saleswoman was surprised by the question.  “We’ve almost always got sales running.”

      “How about for the shoes he has on, plus the brown heels?”

      “A lot of the shoes in the store are marked down right now,” she told Mercy.  “But let me check for you.”  She went over and grabbed both shoe boxes and carried them to the front counter and scanned them.  “You’re in luck,” she said with a smile as she saw the results.  They’re both forty percent off right now.”

     It took no time for Mercy to make up her mind.  “You lucked out twerp.  Two for nearly the price of one.  I want you to buy them both.”

     Still wearing the black t-straps, Michael reluctantly went up to the counter and paid for both pairs of shoes.  “Can I change into my shoes now?” Michael asked once he had put his wallet away.

      “Those are your shoes now,” Mercy replied.  “But…yes, I do want you to change shoes before we leave.”

     Michael breathed a sigh of relief.  He headed straight toward the bench where he had left his sneakers.  By the time he sat down, Mercy was right there in front of him, handing him the box of brown heels.  “Put these on instead!” she ordered.

      “Those?” he said, totally shocked. “You want me to wear them…now?”

      “I really am going to hurt you when we get home,” Mercy replied angrily.  “And maybe we should stop and pick up a pretty dress for you to wear before we go home too.”

     Michael’s stomach gave another lurch.  “No!” he cried quickly.

      “Then put those heels on and let’s go!”

     Was there a time?  Was there even a moment?  Michael wondered about that as they walked out of the store together.  He was carrying a large bag containing two boxes of shoes.  One box held the pair of little girl shoes he had just been forced to buy, the other box contained his old sneakers.  The high heels on his feet were very difficult to walk in as he tried his best to keep up with her.  But all he could really think about as they headed for her pickup truck, was…was there ever even a single moment, when all those women in the store, hadn’t been watching him?  They had all seen him trying on and wearing high heels.  They had all seen him trying on and wearing the even more embarrassing little girl shoes.  And now, they had all seen him leaving – wearing women’s high heels.  Embarrassing.  Totally, completely, embarrassing.

     Once they got to the truck, Mercy opened the passenger door for him.  He threw the large bag into the back area.  He quickly discovered that it was a lot more difficult to climb up into her big truck wearing heels – even if they did make him taller.  Once on the road, he was glad to see her turn in the direction of her home.  That didn’t last long however when she made another turn.  “Where are we going?” he asked.

     Mercy shook her head.  “I’m afraid you’re going to need something else now,” she said.

      “What?” he asked, totally terrified now.  “You’re going to make me buy a dress?”

      “If you like,” she replied with a smile on her face.  “I’ll be glad to let you buy yourself something pretty to wear with those shoes.”  She paused, then added threateningly, “Or, if you give me the least bit of trouble now, I can guarantee that you and I will go dress shopping after this.”

      “No!  Please,” he begged.

      “Then don’t give me any trouble.  You’re already in more hot water now than you know!”

     Michael gulped.  Hot water.  And with her, that could be frightening.

     Mercy took him to Walmart.  She would rather shop at the mall for what she needed for him, but they had taken so long at the shoe store that she wasn’t sure if she would have time.  Besides, she needed to punish him later for the way he behaved earlier.

     Once she had parked, all it took was one stern look from her before they got out of the truck to get him to open his door and climb down.  Once again, she held his hand like a child as they walked from the truck into the store.  As far as Mercy was concerned, he really was like a little girl.  Maybe she should have kept those t-straps on him.  “When you walk,” she told him, “try putting one foot directly in front of the other.  Once you get used to it, you’ll have no problem with it.”

     One foot in front of the other?  Michael tried that.  It didn’t seem to make walking in the heels any easier at all.  In fact, it only complicated things.

     Once inside, she looked at the shopping carts and wondered if she should make the little jerk ride in the child’s seat.  She actually considered doing that for a moment, but one look at the seats in those carts and she wasn’t sure if he would fit in it or not…as small as he was.  If she had left the t-straps on him, she would have tried for sure, but somehow the thought of him wearing high heels like she presently had him in would ruin the effect.

     Since what she needed was small, she decided to bypass the shopping carts and continue to hold his hand.  Yeah, she really should have left those t-straps on him.  Still, she was very happy to see all the people staring in amusement at him – which is exactly why she always had her men wearing a bow in their hair and high heels when they were out with her.  The result was that everyone immediately knew that the men with her were nothing but emasculated sissies, and they all were under her control.  It was always very satisfying for her.

     Michael tried looking only at the floor as he struggled to keep up with her in those heels, but more often, even with his head bowed in embarrassment, his eyes noticed all the people around him instead.  And it looked like everyone he could see was staring right at him.  He wanted to die!  If she’d just let go of his hand, he might even consider running away!  He might consider that, but how fast could he run in those heels?  Not to mention, he figured she’d still catch him.  He could just see himself having to buy and wear a dress out in public too.  He had to avoid that at all costs!

     Mercy led him straight to the lingerie department before she finally let go of his hand.  “Okay twerp.”  She pointed at the display ahead of them.  “The pantyhose and stockings are right there.  Choose two pairs.  Any kind you like.  Pantyhose, or stay ups.  I don’t care.  Um…if whatever you choose comes in a size, I suggest you get a size small.”

     Ugh!  “You want me to pick them out?”

      “That’s what I said.  Whatever you get is up to you.”

      “Can’t you find something for me?”

      “Hell no!  I’d rather watch you doing it,” she replied with a smile.

     Once again Michael wanted to die.  Having no choice, he walked forward.  How could he do this quickly?  There were packages of all kinds of things there.  He had to stand there and read the labels to figure out what each thing was.  What should he get?  What could he grab fast?  He saw a label that said size small on one of the packages.  Not caring what kind of stockings they were, he grabbed it.  Two feet away, he grabbed another flat package with the word small on it.  Done!  “Okay?” he asked as he brought the packages back to her.

     Mercy shrugged.  “Good enough.  Whatever.  But while he had been looking at the stockings, her eyes had been drawn to something else nearby.  The socks.  She walked over and started looking.  She reached out and grabbed a pair that struck her as perfect.  Then another pair of similar socks.  And finally, she grabbed a third pair.  She handed all of them to the twerp.  “Here,” she said.  “Get these too.”

     Michael looked at them, but he was quick to see that they were all thin white girl’s socks – with a frilly turned down ankle on them.  She was making things even worse!

      “Let’s go,” Mercy said as she grabbed his free hand. 

     Michael had to hold both pairs of stocking and all three pairs of socks in one hand while she led him back through the store.  Fortunately, the stocking packages were flat and the socks didn’t take that much to hold either.  He was glad she led him right to the checkout counter.  But….  “Um…would it be faster if we used the self-serve checkout?” he asked.

      “It would,” Mercy replied with a smile.  “But why would I want to deprive you of the opportunity to show off your pretty hair bow and those lovely new high heels?”

     Once again he felt like dying.

     When they finally left the store, Michael could only think about the cost of the stockings and socks he had just bought.  Cost…not in terms of money.  He didn’t even remember how much he had spent.  The cost to him that he couldn’t ignore, was the price of so many people looking at him with amused faces.  Laughing at him.  Knowing and seeing what a…sissy…she had made of him.  That was the real cost to him.  And it had been even worse in the shoe store.  She had taken him and turned him into a sissy.  In public!  Where everyone would see and immediately realize it.  And she wasn’t going to let him go.

      “Now hear this twerp,” Mercy said as she turned her truck toward home.  “This is the way it’s going to be.  From now on, whenever you come to my house, or whenever we go out anywhere together, or even if by some chance I decide to go to your house, you’re always going to have some kind of pretty bow in your hair, and you’re always going to be wearing…uh…well for you, either those high heels or the little girl shoes instead.  Always!  The stockings you got go with the heels, and the socks should be worn with your black shoes.  And if by some chance, which I can pretty much guarantee will happen, your stockings get a run in them or ruined in any way at all, then I expect you to replace them right away.  Always keep at least two pair available at all times.  Got that?”  When he didn’t answer, she turned her head and asked again.  “Got that?”

      “Yeah,” he mumbled.  How the heck could he do this?  She was totally…demented!  When they passed the Burger King, he was very happy to see her heading for home.  He had been very much afraid she would make him buy a dress to wear too.  He felt very relieved that she hadn’t made him buy one.  Once again the memories of all the teasing he had gotten in school flooded his mind.  A sissy.  She was forcing him to dress like…a sissy.  In public.  Where everyone could see.

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     Mercy pulled her truck into her driveway and hit the button to open her garage door.  “Put your bags in your car twerp,” she told him.  “Then come in for a while.”

     Michael wasn’t at all sure he wanted to go into her house…ever!  He got out of the truck and went over to his car.  While she waited for him near the front of his car, he opened the passenger door and put the bags on the front seat, but as soon as the bags were out of his hand, he felt her grabbing him around his waist…and she pulled him backwards!  He screamed.

     Mercy had come up behind the little twerp while he was leaning into his car.  With one arm, she reached in quickly and wrapped it around his waist.  She pulled him back, then picked him up and carried him by that one arm still around his middle.  She closed his car door for him and carried him toward her house like that, dangling by his waist as she held him.  The twerp certainly didn’t weigh that much, not that she would have had any problem with a much bigger man.  Mercy prided herself on her strength, and she worked out at least once a day to get even stronger. 

      “What are you doing?  What are you doing?” Michael cried in terror.  He kicked his feet, he did everything he could, but she had him by his waist with his head and feet dangling down, and there was no way he could get free.

     With him kicking and screaming, she carried him into her house, closing the garage door with her free hand as she passed.  She carried him all the way into her living room.  Still holding him by that one arm, she carried him over to one of her devices right in the middle of the room.  It was one of the few things that was padded.  Setting him carefully down on top of the high rounded bench so that his waist was in the middle of it.  She grabbed his arms and pulled them downward toward the floor.  She grabbed one of the sets of chains and cuffs and attached one of them to his right wrist.  Then she pulled the chain tight and locked it in place so that his arm was pulled tightly down toward the floor.  His left arm was soon in the same condition.  She went around behind him, unfastened his pants, and pulled them and his panties off of him, pulling them right over top of his new high heels.  His naked backside was now exposed for her to work on.

      “What are you doing?” he cried in terror…for the thousandth time.  But he didn’t get an answer.  Instead, he now felt her pulling on his left leg…and he felt the cuff being attached to his ankle…and he felt his leg being pulled downward.  A minute later, his right leg was pulled taught as well.  He was totally trapped…with his bare ass in the air.  “What are you doing?” he yelled again.

      “Oh shut up!” Mercy said, now that he was firmly trapped and couldn’t move.  She slapped his bare bottom hard with her hand.  His yell of pain was a pleasant sound.  “You pissed me off earlier in the shoe store, and now you’re going to pay for it,” she told him.  “One of the things I need to teach you, is that I’m in charge – of everything!  Not you.  You have no say about anything at all that I decide to do with you, or to you.  You wanted the hard-core.  You’re the one who said you had no limits.  So I’m going to give you some of it.  And trust me twerp, I’m not even getting close to anything hard-core yet.  We’ll work up to that gradually.”  She slapped his ass hard again, and thrilled to his shout of his pain.

      “By the time we do get to the hard-core stuff, you’ll be so far under my control, you won’t even think about how easy all of what we’re doing now is.  You’ll be that used to it.  The only hard-core thing I’m really doing with you now, is to not let you out of anything.  And speaking of making sure you’re not going to get out of it….”

     She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and found the contact information where she had put his phone number in.  She walked around and leaned down toward his head.  “What’s your address?” she asked.  “Where do you live?”

      “My…”

     She stood up and slapped his bare bottom hard again.  “Where do you live?” she demanded.

     Michael yelped at the pain, then told her his address.  Mercy put it all into her phone so she’d have it.  Then she leaned down toward his head again.  “Now that I know where you live, I’ll have no problem finding you if you ever don’t show up when I tell you to.  And trust me twerp, there will be some real hell to pay for that!”

     Michael gulped.  She was making sure he couldn’t get out of her control.

      “Very soon now,” she said, “I’m going to take a little trip to visit you at your place.  I’m going to make sure I can find it quickly.  And I can assure you that we’ll play at your house just like we play right here.  Won’t that be fun?”  Once again she slapped his bare ass hard.

     She walked away from him and found her spanking machine.  She pushed it over behind him.  “Since you were such a bother in the store this evening, we’re going to teach you a little lesson.  This isn’t much, but it will be a small taste of what the future could possibly bring if you’re not good.”  She stopped to consider things.  “Actually,” she said, “it’s going to be a small taste of what’s in your future, whether you’re good or not.  All of this is fun for me.  But believe me, if you’re ever bad, then things will be much, much worse.”

     She had the machine lined up with his backside now.  Once again she slapped his backside with her hand.  “Since you were such a pain in the ass earlier, then I’m going to give you a bunch of pain in your ass.  Remember my spanking machine last weekend?  Did you enjoy that?  I didn’t turn it up very high or let it run very long then, but I know you felt the sting of it for some time.”

     She turned her machine on.  It was set to the same slow setting she had used on him before.  The first wide smooth leather paddle went around and slapped his ass, followed quickly by the next.  One leather paddle after another spanked his bare bottom as the machine continued to go around and around. 

      “Stop!  Stop!” Michael cried as his rear end got hit over and over again.  “I’ll be good!  I promise.  Stop!  Stop!”

     Mercy chuckled.  “Oh shut up!  It’s not going to stop until I decide to let it stop.  And for being bad earlier, what you got last weekend was nothing compared to what you’ll be going home with tonight.  With a small twist of the dial, the spanking machine ran a tiny bit faster, hitting him both faster and harder.  She walked around closer to his head.  “Enjoy that you little shit!  Cry and scream all you want.  I find it very enjoyable.”  She walked away to sit for a while with her sewing project.

     Michael was crying now.  “Stop!  Please stop,” he wailed as the machine kept hitting and hurting him.  But his begging did no good at all.  He was stuck, and she loved being cruel.  He knew that about her before they had even met.  He had read her posts and fantasized about being treated cruelly by her long before she had asked to meet him.  He had masturbated over what she might do to him time and time again.  He had wanted to be bound to her hellish devices.  He had wanted her to inflict horrible pain on him.  He had wanted her to totally dominate him in such a way that he would be considered nothing but a worthless lump of nothing.  And he had even told her about all that in some of his posts on the internet – before she had asked to meet him. 

     He had wanted all that, but now, the reality of it was so much different.  The reality was real pain!  Real domination!  And very real trouble.  How many times had he fantasized about it all and masturbated over it to amazing orgasms?  Too many to count.  It was only then, as the pain in his backside grew worse and worse, that he realized he hadn’t felt any pain from that darn chastity device in a long time now.  Not since she had pulled him out of that shoe store and spanked his bottom right there in the parking lot. 

     Somehow, the reality of it all, wasn’t nearly as sexy as the fantasies.