1. Chrissie Chapter 4


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

    ... a goddamn house while I was at it?

The first time that question ran through my mind, my inner voice was being a smartass. Then, as I worked my way down the hall to the baseboards near the bathroom, I started contemplating the matter more seriously. Whynot buy them each a car? Whynot buy them a house? I certainly had the money. Were they not my masters? Was I not their slave? Was it not my job to make their lives comfortable at all costs? Was this dynamic of ours not real? It sure seemed like it to me; after just a few weeks I couldn’t imagine a world without being allowed to serve Rebecca — and yes, Karl, too, as much as I hated to admit it.

After finishing in the hallway, as my masters were working on the morning’s third joint, I decided to take a chance and bring up the idea of buying them new cars, although I thought offering a house at that point might be a bit much.

I stood before them wringing my hands. “Um, Mrs. Martin? Um, sir?”

Rebecca hit the doobie and blew smoke my way. “What, baba?”

“Um, I … I hope you don’t think I’m moving too fast, or that I would … um, you know, expect anything … you know, in return … I mean, you might think it’s a little too much, but it’s something you both really need, and I … well, I think—”

“What the fuck are you babbling about, sissy?” Karl took the joint from his wife and held it in front of his lips. “Spit it out, for chrissakes.”

“Um, well, I was wondering if it might not be better to … uh, for me to just … ...
    ... um … buy new cars for you guys.”

Rebecca and Karl glanced at each other. Then she turned to me, her brow in a knit.

“That’s sweet, Chrissie … but … I don’t know …”

“But … uh, it’s not a problem; I … um, I have the money.”

“I don’t …” she mused. “No … no, I don’t want you buying cars, Chrissie.”

“Mrs. Martin, how come?”

My angel arched her eyebrow. “Well, frankly, if you want to know the truth, I don’t want you thinking I owe you anything.”

“Oh, no, no, Mrs. Martin, I would never think that.” I clasped my hands together. “No, I would never … please, I would never, ever think that you owe me anything. Please — I’m the one who owes you.”

Karl scratched his balls and sucked his teeth. “And you’re talking about buying ‘em for us free and clear? No strings attached; they’d be our cars, 100%? In our names?”

“Sir, yes, sir, no strings, sir. I … I just want … I just want to serve you.” My eyes watered. “Please.”

Rebecca turned to her husband. “What do you think, honey?”

He shrugged. “Sure, fuck it, why not? As long as our name’s on the title and not his. Hell, it’s Saturday — we can go the damn dealership later on today if you want to.”

Rebecca’s eyes lit up. “Okay, baby, if you think it’s alright.”

He nodded. “Hell, yeah, I don’t see why not. Fuck it.”

She studied my face and chuckled. “My little Chrissie. You do soooo much for us, don’t you?”

I bowed my head. “Um … I don’t know … I …”

“Well, I’m happy we have you, baba. Such a loyal, ...
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