Chrissie Learns A Harsh Lesson Part 3
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Chrissie's Gets A Harsh Lesson Part 1 This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while but I only recently got the gentleman involved to tell me itwould be okay to write about our encounter. Normally it wouldn't bother me to write about any experience I've had butthis gentleman is a special friend and I didn't feel right about relating the story without his knowledge. As you probably guessed, with exception of Kelly, I generally change the names, dates, and locations mentioned in my...
Chrissie by c.w. cobblestone BOOK ONE "Mrs. Martin" Part I My right leg had a mind of its own. Rebecca frowned. "Why you keep bouncing like that? What's wrong with you?" "Um, I ... I ... nothing." "Bullshit, nothing. Something's up; you been acting weird ever since we got back from Paris. What the hell's going on, Chris?" I balled my fists. Clenched my jaw. Closed my eyes. Drew a breath. Took the plunge. "Okay. Okay. It's just ... well, now that we're...
Chrissie picked up the post off the doormat after a hard day's work - Monday always seemed a tiring day after the weekend. She dropped it onto the worktop in the kitchen and thought, oh no, not more bills. She took her coat off and put the kettle on to make herself a refreshing cup of tea. The tea soon brewed and she grabbed the post and flicked through the envelopes realising that most of them were just junk mail, then surprisingly she saw a hand written one. It was just addressed to Chrissie,...
All this started almost incidentally at the end of a perfect evening when I was feeling especially wild. It was a beautiful spring night and my wife, Chrissie, and I had gone to a great engagement party for a friend who was marrying for the third time. The pavilion in the park where the party was held was beautiful and romantically lit. Many old friends were there. The band was terrific and we danced until the wee hours, drinking a great deal of expensive champagne. We let the top down on the...
BOOK FIVE "Boss Mommy" Part LCV A stubborn fleck of red polish remained stuck to Rebecca's big toenail, and as I tried to figure out how to remove it without pushing too hard, my mistress's shrill ringtone shattered my concentration. Rebecca answered the phone with a smile. From my position at her feet, I eavesdropped on her t?te-?-t?te. "Hey, Ma. How you doin'? ... that's good. Oh, yeah, she's great ... no, she don't get home from school till about 3 ... yeah, I know, I can't...
"Chrissie" Part XXXVI by c.w. cobblestone My pity party was interrupted by the rattling of the front door, followed by a startled feminine gasp. Rebecca crept into view, her hand covering her mouth. "OMG, Chrissie, what the hell happened?" Through tears, I peered at her from my curled-up position on the living room floor, right where Karl and Randy had left me. A low moan escaped my throat. My angel pouted. "Aw, poor thing. They really did a number on you, huh?" I sobbed...
Perhaps it was sleeping in Tom's bed, in his boat, with his things and his scent around her, or perhaps it was just that it was late and she was tired, physically, mentally and emotionally, but she slept quite well and breakfasted on tea, toast and fruit juice (remembering to turn the gas off when she'd finished, something Tom had drummed into her in the past). Leaving Maldon mid-morning she arrived at Trudy's at mid-day. She was welcomed into the house and surprised by a warm...
They'd moved in the night and Tom was on his back, with Chrissie half on top of him, her breasts squashed against him, her hand on his penis. When she woke, though, she moved her hand away and instead caressed his chest. When Tom surfaced, he was aware of her head near his face, her body pressed against his and her hand gently stroking his chest. She looked up at him. "It's so beautiful sleeping with you like this. I mean, I've slept better the last couple of nights than for ... I don't...
When Chrissie woke in the morning, it took her a noticeable period of time to work out where she was. She felt comfortable and safe, but the scent in her nostrils wasn't Tom's combination of male, simple shampoo and a lingering hint of tar, but feminine, with overtones of cigarette smoke, alcohol and ... apple? The latter was difficult to discern, but Alison was warm and lithe in her arms. She shifted, wanting to get out of bed to relieve herself and Alison stirred and wrapped herself...
"Chrissie" Part XLIII by c.w. cobblestone Ron held the door open, leering at me. As I slipped past him into the garage office lugging a case of transmission fluid, he slapped me on the ass and started pawing my butt-cheeks. "We're gonna have us some fun today, Chrissie. I been a'waitin' a long time for this -- and you can bet your sexy little ass I'm getting my fifty bucks' worth." I had no earthly idea what he was talking about and couldn't ask, since I was forbidden to speak...
Chrissie’s High School ReunionWhen the announcement arrived in the mail notifying Kelly and I that our High School graduating class was organizing a ten year reunion we spent that entire evening discussing the pros and cons of attending. I was fairly certain that I wasn’t interesting in attending but Kelly insisting on listing all the reasons why she felt we should attend.She was interested in going because she wanted to make passes at all the “stuck-up bitches” that pissed her off in high...
Chrissie half woke in the wee small hours, reached for Tom and whimpered when her hand found empty space. Surfacing a little further, she remembered Tom saying he was going; she clasped her hands together in front of her face ... and prayed, feeling as she did so the ring on her finger; comforted, she dropped off to sleep again, fingers of her right hand on the ring. At about the same time, Tom was piloting a barge with about six hundred tons of aggregate on board down the Colne from...
"Chrissie" Part IIIVII by c.w. cobblestone Gina spun me around in the salon chair until I was facing Rebecca. My mistress smiled. "Perfect," she said. "Tight little curls, just like a little doll. And I love them green-and-red tips. All ready for the party. You're an artist, girl." "Well, thanks." Gina waved her hand at the salon floor. "Since he's here already, does he have time to clean up a little? We were pretty busy today and we probably shouldn't wait till the morning to...
"Chrissie" Part XXXIX by c.w. cobblestone My eyes were open but I saw only swirling blackness. My master's voice, on the other hand, was loud and clear, even at a whisper. "Chrissie. Wake up." He nudged me with his toe a second time. "Go to the living room." I dragged myself off the floor and limped after Karl as he strode out of my bedroom. I knew the drill: my master was horny and Rebecca still hadn't recovered from giving birth, so it was going to be up to me to fulfill his...
It takes time to even load the luggage and instruments for an eighty piece orchestra, then to drive two coaches across London to the M25 and south-west to Portsmouth. It should be less than a two hour drive, but that doesn't take into account London and the M25. So the young people ate sandwiches and fruit on the move and arrived in Portsmouth at their hotel mid afternoon. Their programme for Portsmouth included selections from opera including Merry Widow and Butterfly. Incidentally, did...
"Chrissie" Part XL by c.w. cobblestone Gina gave Taylor a smooch before passing her to Katie, who showered the baby with a new batch of kisses while Rebecca looked on with a mommy's proud smile. Katie bounced the giggling infant on her knee. "You are so cuuuuuute, you know that? Little cutie wootie?" While Katie played with the baby, Gina held out her wine glass, which I hurried to refill before resuming my serving post. I watched Katie having fun with Taylor and got caught up in...
Interest in this story appears to have waned, so this is definitely the final part of Book Four, and probably the end of the "Chrissie" saga altogether, unless enough folks want the series to continue. "Chrissie" Part XLIV by c.w. cobblestone Rebecca and Karl both did doubletakes when I stumbled through the front door. My angel covered her mouth with her hand. "OMG, Chrissie, what happened to you?" I had to brace myself against the doorjamb to stay upright. "Um ... it was...
Chrissie, Rene and Charles I’ve told you previously how I met Rene and how he would, with short notice, send Charles, his driver, to call for me and transport me to his estate. The journey to his home was always very secretive. I would travel in a Rolls Royce Silver cloud with darkened windows and often blindfolded. Charles always in the front seat sequestered behind a privacy partition while I sat alone in the rear seat. My instructions as to how I was to dress and behave during the ride were...
Tom was the first up; in grubby jeans and t-shirt he ate a quick breakfast before boarding Reminder to tidy up some loose ends he would normally have dealt with the previous evening. So when Chrissie arrived, having risen, eaten a cooked breakfast and dressed with care, she didn't find him on board 'Peewit', his yacht. It didn't take much effort to deduce where he was and she picked her way across the decks of SBs Wivenhoe and Xylonite to reach Reminder. He looked up from his labours and...
"Chrissie" Part XXXV by c.w. cobblestone Karl winked at me and squeezed his cock. "Mornin' Princess." I served him coffee in bed. "Um, good morning, sir. Good morning, Mrs. Martin." Rebecca blew on her steaming mug. "Good morning, Chrissie. How's your butt?" "Uh, it ... it hurts real bad, Mrs. Martin." Karl scoffed. "Oh, quit your bitching. We seen how much you loved it last night -- fuckin' little sissy." "You squirted everywhere, Chrissie!" my angel snickered. "It...
Okay, a lot of these stories start out with a cliché, it goes something like this: I came home from work and there was a strange car in the driveway. Well shit, it does happen like that a lot. And my story does have some of that in it, but it's just a tad different. It's different because Chrissie loves me, and will do whatever it takes to protect me, no matter what. Maybe I should start at the beginning. Well the recent beginning anyway. My name is Tim Matthews. I work in IT at a mid sized...
Tom woke before dawn. It may have been the piping of the waders poking around in the mud next to his little yacht or the lapping of the rising tide, but that is unlikely. He looked at his watch in the half-light. Ten to five ... or as he thought of it, 'oh four fifty'. He crawled out of the oddly-shaped berth in the fo'c'sle of his small, elderly yacht. ('She may be old, but she's sound and she's mine, ' he'd say.) He pulled on a pair of jeans and some deck-shoes, picked up a towel,...
Chapter 2 Chrissie becomes a sissy It was Friday morning and I was sitting in the doctor's surgery waiting to be administered my weekly dose of oestrogen and my three month shot of Depo-Provera, which is the drug which chemically castrates me. I have been on Depo-Provera for the last three years and I could tell the last dose was wearing off as my mind was increasingly focused on submissive sexual fantasies. Nevertheless, Friday is my favourite day because I have begun to view the...
Chrissie had not slept well, her rest disturbed by her thoughts whilst awake and her dreams whilst asleep; dreams revisiting her life between the death of her parents and her adoption by the Yeomans. Not the positive parts, not Tom, or Jessica, Dave and Alison; not Amy or John ... but the rapes, the humiliation, being treated as an object, not a person. Once more, she woke with the first light and made her way downstairs to make coffee and toast. Not that she really felt hungry, rather that...
Chapter 17 Chrissie sees Magic Mike again It's difficult making polite conversation with a guy whose wife is quite obviously getting drilled by someone else in the room directly above but I've got firsthand experience being cuckolded and it's happened right before my eyes a few times. Furthermore, the Australian I was sharing a sofa with had married my mother and any man who did that with his eyes wide open would know how unlikely it would be that she would remain faithful....
Goes to College By Gingerfred Man Chapter One - I am Chrissie Ever since I can remember, I wanted to look pretty. My Mom named me Christopher and for a while, we all pretended that I was like other boys. But I wasn't. Mom understood my need to look way prettier than other boys. So from the ages of five to nine, she dressed me in the most lovely boy's things in the world. Pretty colors like lilac and pink and aqua. Short pants with ruffles and lace. Little, white,...
"Chrissie" Part XLII by c.w. cobblestone Twisting to and fro so that I could see my backside in the guest bathroom mirror, I shivered in horror at the dozens of purplish welts covering my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. The entire area throbbed with pain, although it was nothing compared to the sense of betrayal churning my guts. Since giving birth, Rebecca's interactions with others had seemed normal enough, but when it came to me, everything I did pissed her off. I knew it...
A few years ago a friend of mine was suddenly called out of town and asked me if I wouldn’t mind stopping in at his house and feeding his cat while he was away. Since his home was conveniently located on my usual daily route between my condo and current office I figured it would be relatively easy to attend to this simple task for him. I mean what are friends for if you can’t ask them to mildly inconvenience themselves once in awhile. He told me he’d likely only be away for no more than five...
Since all of my clients are referals many of them know each other and in fact some are very close friends. There is a particulargroup of them, four guys to be exact, who arrange a hunting trip each fall. The one guy, Brady, owns some wooded property near the mountains.The property has a semi rustic three bedroom cabin situated on it. I say semi rustic because it does have running water, electricity, and propane heat. The hunting trip is usually a one week affair but a few years ago they could...
Chapter 19 Chrissie gets deballed I am just about to undergo a gonadectomy or more specifically an orchiectomy or, as Kate would simply say, I am getting deballed this evening. On my back on a surgical table with my legs splayed and my feet planted in raised stirrups, at the end of the table I can see the doctor, Kate and Tracie discussing my fate as if I wasn't in the same room. "I want the bottom of his penis to smoothly come out of his skin like it does on the top," Kate said...
In the way of a sailor, Tom was almost instantly awake with the bleep of his alarm, but took a few moments to revel in the presence of the woman he ... yes ... loved, and wanted to spend his life with. Somehow, though, he wasn't ready to ask her for that ultimate commitment despite her apparent willingness to offer it. Gently, he extricated his arm and slid down and out of the bunk. Chrissie made a sort of mewling sound and her hand groped for him, but he was gone. She fought her way to...
"Chrissie," Part XLI by c.w. cobblestone The carpet was covered with dark streaks thanks to Karl, who couldn't be bothered to remove his shoes after he came in from the pouring rain. I gasped when I saw the trail of muddy footprints leading from the front door to the refrigerator to the couch, where he'd apparently kicked off his dirty sneakers and enjoyed a piece of apple pie, judging from the plate he left on the table, which was covered in piecrust crumbs. I'd just returned...
Chrissie, Rene and Jean I hope you’ve enjoyed the stories I’ve already related to you concerning my adventures with Rene. I’ve told you of his insatiable love of S/M and bondage. I’ve also told you a tale of my relationship with Charles, his driver. Now I’d like to relate the details of an encounter with Rene which occurred near the end of our nearly 2 year involvement. Charles and the Rolls Royce Silver Cloud called for me at my condo the same as he had so many times previously. I must point...
When Chrissie awoke on Sunday morning, the euphoria of the previous evening had largely worn off. For eight years she'd successfully sublimated the drives, the needs she'd had when she and Tom had been together, but the brief contact they'd enjoyed (and that was precisely the right word, despite the unsettling nature of the experience) had reawakened her sexuality. As a result, after dressing and breakfast, as the young musicians boarded the coaches on the way to Birmingham, she didn't...
Chrissie Goes To Camp Part 2I dealt the cards and after each guy took his draw and discarded they threw in there cards and Brady had won the first hand with a pair of eights. I leaned back in my chair and extended my right leg upon the table top. Bradyunbuckled the strap of my sandal and slipped it off my foot. before I could retract my leg he wrapped his fingersaround my ankle and proceeded to suck each of my toes in turn. The rest of the guys let out whistles and catcallsand I closed my eyes...
Chapter 18 Chrissie looks forward to getting deballed Kate and I watched the video of Magic Mike in bed later that night or to be more accurate, Kate watched the video on her laptop while I licked her well used pussy. I could sense that she was having a hormonal rush at the same time my careful attention brought her to an orgasm. It is strange having a relationship with a woman I'll never be able to have sex with, particularly when sex is her livelihood. I know Kate has been a...
"Chrissie" Part IIIVIII by c.w. cobblestone Karl must've done 120mph on the way to the hospital while I sat with Rebecca in the backseat, holding her hand and trying to calm her down. My angel wasn't very nice to me during her contractions, at one point digging her nails in my arm and screaming, "Shut up, what does a sissy like you know about making babies?" After I reminded her to use the breathing exercises she'd been practicing for months. But I knew she wasn't in her right mind,...
One of my oldest and wealthiest clients is a foreign born gentleman I'll refer to as Julian. I don't see Julian as often as some of my other clients but always look forward to a session with him. I think the reason I so enjoy my time with Julian is because I never know what to expect from him. Whenever his assistant contacts me to appraise meof one of his impending visits my mind goes into overdrive. A visit from Julian is always interesting, always exciting and certainlynever dull. Julian...
Chapter 15 Chrissie's naughty day at the beach I woke up at 8:00 am with mommy in my arms, feeling the strong rush of the hormones Tracie had injected into my pert behind yesterday. I carefully extricated myself from mommy's embrace and went downstairs barefoot and made myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. It was Sunday and we had the day off from working in Derek's brothel and the sunlight streaming through the windows made me want to get mommy up and outside as soon as possible...
My name is - or would I rather say "was" - Robbert Wallcot. Robbie for my friends. I was a good-looking boy of 23 years old, about 1.70 m height and some 75 kg of weight. This is my story. I woke up, groggy and with a heavy hangover from last night? While I slowly regained my consciousness, I noticed - to my horror - that I was stark naked. I vaguely remembered drinking in a local tavern with a group of boys and girls, who were having a good time. I was on a holiday trip...
Lori Learns her LessonIt was towards the beginning of the Northern Californian school year, as Lori was tidying up the classroom after the children had left for the day. She taught the very youngest children, and today, being the first day of the school year, had been hectic. The last of the children, and some mothers, had departed. She was looking forward to going home to her bachelor pad, kicking off her shoes, putting her feet up and downing a cool beer. Just then, a female face appeared...
ChrissieHaving received the invitation and tickets. You board the plane. It's a long flight so you have come prepared. Long flowing dress, stockings, no underwear, and reading material. An overnight bag full of essentials and a few nonessentials. The pain killers you took are working fine but they have reacted with the other little pill you took that arrived with your tickets. You feel lovely, all warm and floaty and slightly sleepy. But the strange thing is – you love everyone.Your club class...
Chapter 3Chrissie Remembers MommyI awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I hadbeen having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had aboutmy mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneathmy consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asleep next to me inour bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe andwent to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lessonone about makeup: wash it off...
Chapter 3 Chrissie Remembers Mommy I awoke on Saturday morning drenched in sweat from the hot flashes I had been having all through the night. The strange erotic dreams I had about my mother, Rob, Alex, Helen and Heidi were still hovering barely beneath my consciousness. It was 7:00 am and Heidi was still asleep next to me in our bed. I quietly slipped from under the covers, grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and learned lesson one about...
Chapter 10 Chrissie licks mommy clean again and again My mother called out to me as she entered Helen's apartment through the front door, which I was not allowed to use. I was consigned to the service entrance at the back of the apartment, as most servants were in Victorian England. In the 21st century it was rare to have a maid in London, let alone an indentured sissy maid that, not only waited on her mistress hand and foot, but worked during the daytime as a t-girl prostitute for...
Chapter 14 Chrissie Gets Some Payback It was late Saturday afternoon when we finally arrived home. Mommy was in a wicked state of sexual bliss brought on by the humiliating session she had forced me to go through with a professional mistress. Her beautiful face was flushed with desire. Mommy had grown to love putting me through degrading experience after experience but this time she had gone way over the edge. I had been forced to service over two dozen faceless men in a filthy...
Chapter 20 Chrissie hears wedding bells It's been six months after I first started working in the brothel with Kate and mommy and I've made friends with most of the girls who work there and, more importantly, they are starting to think of me as a she instead of a he. I think getting castrated was the best thing for me. It boosted my confidence in my appearance and took away all vestiges of my manhood. I do have a little penis but I don't think it detracts from my appearance at all....
Megan Learns Her Lesson Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twentyminutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face waspeaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowlyrising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down aroundher waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to herbreasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mindtowake them up. I...
By the time she reached the barn at the end of the farm lane the rain was coming down in sheets. Katy decided to shelter in the barn for a while, at least until it eased up. It would be warm inside and she would have a chance to dry off a little. The girl entered the old building, dragging the large dog behind her. It was quite deserted and she sat down amongst the warm, dry hay after hooking the dog’s leash over a post. Looking around for something to dry herself on, she found an old blanket...
Introduction: i read a fw stories i liked amd meshed them Trudging back toward the stables, Katy wondered if this job was really worth all the effort. She had had a long walk and now it was starting to rain. She was going to get soaked in the last mile. She tugged at the dogs leash and started to jog back to the farm and shelter. She had been working at the riding school for six weeks now and the summer holidays were almost over. This was the start of her last week. The job wasnt terribly well...
ChrissieI first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa fiveyears ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four yearassignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normalcountry and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on theinternet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send herdaughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guesthouse. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to flyinto...
Chrissie Rhymes with SissyI first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa fiveyears ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four yearassignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normalcountry and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on theinternet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send herdaughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guesthouse. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to...
I run a small investment consulting firm. Very small, actually it's just me. It's really just a cover business for what I really do which is to service my male clients clandestinely.There are an average 20-25 active clients. They are all successful proper business man, many of them you would classify as professionals.They are all referrals and have been carefully screened. Most of the men are straight but just like a girl with "something extra"occasionally. There are also some who I suspect are...
Chrissie – the submissive cumslutI met James and Rob at xhamster and seemed to click straight away. In fact to tell you the truth they turned me on and I’m sure I had the same effect on them. Being submissive when they started telling me what they were going to do to me it turned me on even more so when they said they would arrange to meet in a hotel I was unable to resist.We arranged to meet at 7pm in a hotel in Bristol and Rob had booked a room. They both new I was submissive and the thought...
Chapter 1 Chrissie Rhymes with Sissy I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guest house. There was no direct flight from...
Chapter 9 Chrissie gets her fix I woke up drenched with sweat as a rush of hormones heated my body to what felt like a boiling point. The sun was up and I could sense it was relatively early. I checked my phone for the time and saw it was 7:00 am. I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking of the events that happened yesterday: my first day as a t-girl prostitute at Derek's brothel in Mayfair and the package of my new maid's outfits that I picked up from John Lewis and the new rules...
Chapter 13 Chrissie gets spunked As mommy and I walked down the street, arm in arm, on a sunny August Saturday afternoon in London I felt happier than I had been in years. I was 30 years old, had a pair of tits to rival my mother and we were both dressed to kill; in above the knee skirts, heels and silk blouses. Underneath we had matching bras and panties and natural coloured hold ups. We caught the glances of virtually every alpha male on the streets. Mommy is 55 and looks a decade...
Chapter 16 Chrissie & Kate It was the end of our first day of the working week and mommy and I sneaked into one of the empty rooms, locked the door and climbed on the bed. She lewdly spread her legs allowing me to lick her pussy clean, savouring the scent of her juices and the remnants of the many men who had been inside her. She let me tease her clit briefly but was too sensitive to let me carry her to a climax. After I was finished I wiped my lips with my hand and looked down...