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Chrissie, Chapter 2
Date: 7/19/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone
... bring me a beer,” he said. “Yes, sir.” I set Rebecca’s beverage on her nightstand before scurrying to fetch one for her husband, feeling the dress brush against my stockings with every step. Karl smirked as I handed him his can of Bud. “Thanks, Chrissie. Did Becca tell you about the car?” “Um … the car, sir?” He took a sip and smacked his lips. “Yeah, my transmission blew out and the damn junkyard said it was gonna be two weeks before they get one in. I was gonna have to go out to the rent-a-car place today, but I got to thinking: fuck it, I’ll just send you out.” “Um, okay, sir … um, do you want me to go now, or should I keep doing my chores for a while since … um, since I’m already dressed? I can check to see when they close if you want, sir.” Karl rubbed his chin. “I don’t know, Chrissie; hell, if you really was our slave, you’d just loan me your car until mine gets fixed.” “I … uh … um, s-sir?” He stared at me. “I said: If you really was our slave like you say you are, then you’d let me use your car.” Rebecca smiled into my soul. “OMG, Chrissie, that would be soooooooo awesome of you.” “Um, I …” I melted under her gaze, and two syllables — “OK” — somehow escaped my lips. My angel’s eyes twinkled “You are such a little doll, I swear.” “I … uh … t-thank, you, Mrs. Martin …” Karl smirked. “Great, Chrissie, now be a good little doll and bring me them keys. The registration, too.” “Um … uh, y-yes, sir?” As I started to slog away, ...
... wondering what the hell had just happened, Rebecca tittered. “Hee-hee, I think you like having a slave more than I do.” I didn’t hear Karl’s reply as I continued down the stairs to the hall closet, where I’d left my gym bag. Trembling, I had a difficult time controlling my fingers as I fished the car registration from my wallet and twisted the key fob off the ring. Rebecca beamed as I handed over my keys and paperwork to her hubby. “It really takes a giving person to want to be someone’s slave, and do stuff like this for them,” she said. “Seriously. Thank you, Chrissie.” “Um … you’re welcome, Mrs. Martin. Um … can I ask a question?” “Sure, sweetie.” “Um … how … how am I gonna get home?” Karl snorted. “There’s a bus stop on Waldo Road. It’s only about a mile walk.” I blinked back tears. Rebecca made a sad face. “Aw, Chrissie, we’d give you a ride, we really would … but we weren’t planning on going out today; we had a little too much to drink last night, and just wanted to make this a laying-around day. Okay, baba?” A single tear worked its way past my defenses and slithered down my cheek. My beloved tilted her head. “Don’t be sad, Chrissie. You want to make my life easier, don’t you?” “Y-yes, Mrs. Martin, I do.” “Then, don’t you also want to make my husband happy, and make his life easier, too?” “Y-yes, Mrs. Martin.” I couldn’t bring myself to look at the smug sonofabitch but I could feel the heat of his sneer. “See?” Rebecca smiled. ...