1. Chrissie, Chapter 2


    Date: 7/19/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone 

    ... call an Uber, and rent a car if you want to. I’ll let you.”

“Oh, sir … t-thank you so much, sir.”

Karl shrugged. “No problem. Like I said, you’ve been working real hard for us. Becca loves it; the girl hates a dirty house, but she hates cleaning even more. And I sure as hell ain’t doing it. So, it’s great having you, Chrissie. You’re a good slave.”

“I really, really appreciate it, sir … um, and I do like serving you and … uh, Mrs. Martin, sir.”

He picked up the remote. “Well, great. Hey, before you go, how about you whip me up some nachos?”

“Oh, yes, sir, right away, sir.”

“That’s a good little sissy.”

The insult made me smile.

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I chose the most expensive Beemer at the rent-a-car place and drove to work with a grin on my face.

The only drawback to my buoyant mood was that it was Tuesday, a non-cleaning day, meaning I wasn’t scheduled to see my angel, although I wore a white teddy and panties beneath my suit anyway on the off-chance Rebecca or Karl might summon me. I wasn’t worried about using the bathroom at the office anymore, having figured out that spreading a newspaper across my lap obscured my panties and covered me from possible prying eyes in the adjacent stalls. So, I threw on my girlies just in case.

My boss had mentioned how distracted I’d seemed recently, so as the opening bell rang, I did my best to put Rebecca — and Karl — out of my mind. It was, of course, impossible. Since ...
    ... Karl had treated me halfway decently the previous evening, I’d been in turmoil, fighting a deep desire to submit to the hillbilly sonofabitch — the same subservient, mushy feelings I’d always had for Rebecca. The more I tried not to think about it, the more I did, and the more I hated myself for it.

I tried to reason away the terror and doubt that churned my gut, to no avail. Karl had acted like he’d done me the biggest solid in the world by allowing me to rent a car while keeping my Mercedes for himself — but I was ashamed to admit that I FELT like he’d done me some huge favor. It scared me how much power he held over me through my infatuation with Rebecca. And he knew it, too. He was well aware that his pretty little wife had me wrapped around her pretty little finger, and that he could get me to do anything he wanted simply by having her tell me to do it. As a result, I felt like my fate rested on his whim, while any little favor or nicety he deemed to mete out had me wagging my tail like an overeager, pathetic puppy.

The day ended with a decent Tuesday tech rebound, and with me concluding that my best bet was to just keep kissing Karl’s ass and hoping he stayed in a good mood. The alternative was to allow him to bother me, cry about it all the time and have Rebecca bar me from serving her. That was a fate I didn’t want to contemplate.

As I drove home from work, my cellphone rang, and I almost careened into a ditch when I saw Rebecca’s number.

I engaged the ...
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