1. Chrissie Chapter 4


    Date: 1/5/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone 

    My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wake-up joint and watching cartoons.

From my kneeling position just outside their room, I fluctuated from cleaning to ogling the half-dressed, reclining stoners to glancing at their TV show, “Hoop the Horse.” When a wheel fell off the equine hero’s dune buggy, sending the vehicle tumbling over a cliff, Rebecca slapped her head.

“That’s what I was trying to remember to tell you — that damn wheel on the car keeps rattling,” she said. “Can you look at it today?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Karl scoffed. “I don’t know about you, honey, but I been thinking it ain’t right that we got a slave driving a goddamn BMW and you’re stuck with that piece of shit. Hey, Chrissie!”

“Y-yes, sir?”

“Get your ass in here.”

I scrambled to my feet and stepped into the bedroom. “Y-yes, sir?”

Karl frowned. “You think it’s right that Rebecca has to drive that old Neon while you’re running around in that nice Beemer you rented? I mean, ain’t you supposed to be the damn slave around here?”

“Um, y-yes, sir.”

“Well, then, she shouldn’t be driving that Neon, should she?”

“Um … I … uh, no, sir.” I bit my tongue; if I had any balls, I’d have asked the selfish bastard why he didn’t just let his wife take my Mercedes while he drove the older of the two cars. But I kept my mouth shut, knowing that ...
    ... questioning Mr. King Shit would only cause my angel to reprimand me, because in her eyes the sonofabitch could do no wrong.

Karl leaned his head back and regarded me through buzzed eyes. “I think my girl should be driving that Beemer, what do you think, sissy?”

I gulped. There was only one acceptable answer. “Um, yes, sir. Uh, I’d need to add her name at the rent-a-car place, though, so she’d be authorized to drive it.”

“Yeah, well, make sure you get that done before she has to go to work Monday,” Karl ordered.

“Y-yes, sir. Um, I better get there today, then, sir, because they’re closed Sundays … um, if it’s okay, I can run over there as soon as they open at 11, and then come back and finish up my chores here.”

He shrugged. “Whatever. Take care of it, Chrissie. My Becca should have the best.”

Rebecca leaned over and kissed her hubby. “I love you, babe.”

“Love you, too, girl.”

I seethed and returned to cleaning the hallway baseboards. As usual, my resentment faded after just a few minutes and was replaced by an overwhelming desire to please my angel. I got to thinking that maybe it made more sense to just buy her a new car — and then, like a good wimp, I started second-guessing myself. Would she consider that over the top? Would Karl? And if I bought her a car, would I have to get one for him, too? I already knew the answer; did I really want to shell out that kind of money?

Fuck it, I scoffed to myself as I wiped a smudge from the wall — why not buy them ...
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