1. Chrissie Chapter 4


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

    ... toilet rim. He strolled away, leaving it to me to flush the toilet.

By the time I’d finished in the bathroom, my masters were stoned and horny, judging from their hot-and-heavy activity on the couch. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood before them in my frillies with my head bowed and hands folded in front of me, floating on a wave of submissive bliss.

After they snogged for a good twenty minutes, they unlocked lips and sucked down more alcohol. Rebecca was pretty lit as she sneered up at me, shaking her head and chuckling.

“Look at you in your little maid’s dress, Chrissie. Do you like being our little sissy maid?”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Martin. T-thank you.”

“You should probably thank Mr. Martin, too, Chrissie.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

Karl sucked his teeth. “No problem. It’s good to have a little sissy around.”

Rebecca twirled her finger. “Dance for us in your little dress, Chrissie.”

“Um … uh, d-dance?”

“Yes, dance.” My Princess fiddled with her cellphone for a second before it started blasting the song “I’m Every Woman,” prompting Karl to spit out his beer.

Rebecca clapped. “Go, Chrissie, do a little dance for us.”

I felt like a goddamn fool as I swayed back and forth to the beat.

Rebecca shook her head. “Come on, Chrissie, get into it. Be our little ballerina.”

Karl added: “You got to do better than that if you think you’re gonna get to listen to us in the bedroom tonight, now.”

That spurred me into action, and I started bumping and ...
    ... grinding like a coked-up stripper while my stoned masters sat on the couch dying, laughing. When the song was over, Karl said “good sissy,” and then stood and lifted Rebecca by the hand. “Come on to the bedroom, Chrissie, and I’ll give you your little reward.”

My heart pounded as I followed my masters to their love nest. I stood nearby focusing on the carpet while they both undressed. As Rebecca slipped into bed, I watched Karl pluck his boxers from the floor.

“Chrissie, I know you done bought us the new cars and all, and that’s all good,” my master slurred. “But if you’re gonna be our slave, we can’t have you getting spoiled now, can we?”

“Uh, n-no, sir.”

“No, we can’t. So, tonight it’s still listening only.” He pressed his boxer shorts onto the wall. “Come on, Chrissie. You know what to do; hands on your head.”

As I moved to obey, I heard a peal of feminine laughter behind me.

“OMG, Karl, you are SO MEAN. Poor Chrissie; I know you don’t want to have to smell that pig’s dirty underwear. I’m sorry he’s such an asshole all the time.”

She sounded drunk and bemused, not sorry. But with my nose pressed against her husband’s boxers, I replied, “It’s okay, Mrs. Martin.”

Karl patted me on the head. “Little Chrissie likes my dirty drawers, don’t you, Chrissie?”

“Of course, sir.”

“See?” He smacked me in the ass, making me jump. “Now, stay there till I tell you to move, sissy.”

“Y-yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Why I’d thanked him, I had no idea, but I had a ...
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