Chrissie Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Chrissie Chapter 4

... lot of time to think about it, because after the sounds of my masters making love sent me into a submissive blackness for about a half-hour, the bedsprings eventually calmed down and were followed by snores.

Rebecca and Karl had gone to sleep. My big dilemma was whether to move or to obey the last order my master had given me, which was to stay put until told otherwise.

Of course, being a sissy slave, I decided to obey. I did lower my arms from time to time to give my aching shoulders a rest, and once in a while I’d stretch my neck while pressing Karl’s boxers to the wall with my hand.

Otherwise, though, I held my position like a good slave all night long. I knew it would’ve been perfectly fine had I just slipped out of the bedroom after my masters crashed. Karl was so drunk, there was no way he’d have remembered what he’d ordered me to do. And Rebecca wouldn’t have cared.

But where was the fun in being rational? Yes, I was martyring myself — because that’s what sissy slaves do.

It was more than that, though. As hour after hour passed, I became overwhelmed by a deep desire to make my masters’ world as perfect for them as humanly possible. I wanted them to wake up, see me standing there, and realize that I would do anything, go to any lengths and suffer any hardship or indignity just to make them happy.

I stood in the dark bedroom with my hands on my head, pressing Karl’s underwear against the wall with my nose, finally admitting it to myself:

I loved Rebecca. I loved Karl. I loved them.

Like a stray kitten who’d been rescued from a shelter, I felt I owed my very existence to my benevolent masters.

That feeling both thrilled me to death and scared the living shit out of me.