Krissy:
Mistress was leaving the club.
She left Krissy to clean and scrub the tables and chairs and, of course, the glory hole.
Walking down the street at 4am, still wearing her very short leather dress and boots, she was looking for her car. Women of the night were still out walking the same street when the Garda pulled up and arrested the lot — Mistress included.
Mistress told them she was just coming from the bar and then realised that the bar owner was running whores out of the bar, as well as the glory hole.
She was booked and told to call someone. She called Krissy as she had bought him a basic phone.
Krissy answered and snickered at the situation. Of course slave would come down and of course slave would tell them she was in the bar with him, but he wanted one thing.
She said, "Anything, Krissy, just get me out of here!"
Krissy said, "You have to do whatever I ask, for one full long week — 24/7."
Krissy went home and struggled out of his slave dress and found a pair of PVC men's pants and shirt.
He still wore her collar and he still had to wear his locked on knee-high boots.
Krissy arrived and bailed her out.
He was laughed at and humiliated by his slave clothes.
Mistress was thankful, and figured nothing would come of it. But instead, he took her to the fetish shop and put her in a latex maid's dress and bondage boots.
He took her to the house.
She removed his chastity device and knelt in front of him. She had no choice. She began a long slow blow job.
He placed a collar on her neck. After the blow job she made breakfast. She just wanted sleep. He put her to work cleaning house whilst he found his male clothes.
This would be a fun week.
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Mistress bitterly regretted calling Krissy.
He sat smirking at her with his feet up and his arms crossed in a sassy way which made her long to break them.
All traces of his slut doll make-up were washed away with his hair slicked back, although Mistress was pleased to note that the collagen in his lips still pouted whorishly and there was nothing he could do about the tattooed eyeliner. The checked shirt and jeans were an offence, though. Mistress wished she’d burned them while she had the chance.
So Mistress knelt, flushing with shame and rage as the black skirt rode up indecently. The spike-heeled black bondage boots, locked on behind her knees made it virtually impossible to balance and she kept flailing forward onto her hands. The wood floor she scrubbed was immaculate already since Krissy cleaned it daily.
Mistress vowed to punish slave for this in the most inventive ways she’d found yet.
The following Monday he had her dress in her favorite leather leggings, white silk blouse, black leather corset, and her riding boots. He had not been overly mean, but today she had to meet her lawyer.
Krissy put on his least favorite latex maid's dress and brought the wide metal collar which she locked on him. Next, a long latex cape and his knee high boots. Wearing his heavy make-up, she took him with her to the lawyer.
She was surprised at the lawyer he had found.
Dressed in black leather dress and boots, the lawyer said, "Yes, I can and will get you off the charges. But I want something. You, Georgina will be my bitch for one month and Krissy will be our bitch for that month too. Per contract he will be abused in many ways and he will forever be nothing but chattel.
Now she was walking Georgina to court, admiring her corset and whispering that once free Georgina would have one month of servitude to her along with Krissy and that the contract spelled out that Krissy would need to make £10,000 per month and any shortages would carry over or Georgina would need to make up the difference. Additionally, Georgina was to increase the level of humiliation and abuse towards Krissy or experience it herself.
Walking back, the lawyer turned and kissed Georgina and told her she was having a party tonight and Georgina would be in charge of the staff. Two lesbian slut maids and Krissy. Food and drink would be catered. She told Georgina to come dressed to kill as Krissy’s Mistress.
They had left Krissy in a cruel cage wearing a dildo gag.
On his knees, hands bound.
The Chronicles of Krissy — Part 1
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