The Chronicles of Krissy – Part 5 – Femdom Phone Sex – GEO-A11-0038

The Chronicles of Krissy

Part 5

By Slave Krissy (edited & amended by Mistress Georgina – really, slave needs micromanaging)

Mistress took Krissy home.

She scolded him all the way for finding Mistress R.

Krissy was left to suffer in his latex maid's uniform as she went to her closets and began to dress.

Mistress Georgina dressed in a similar tight white blouse with the dark blue corset and leather knee-length skirt with zipper that went all the way from top to bottom, in the rear. Black stockings hung from her leather garter belt beneath knee-high leather boots with a 6-inch heel. Her hair up, she found a wide leather collar with a D-ring and put it on herself.

She had left Krissy on his knees, hungry; still in the hot latex maid's dress, still gagged.

She put him in a pink — very small — chastity device and locking butt plug. The hormones were working and there was no way to hide his growing breasts and hips and ass. She added an extreme leather corset to the outside of his dress, cinching it tightly.

A heavy collar and leash and out they went.

The party had not yet begun.

Mistress R greeted Mistress Georgina with a kiss and introduced the two maid sluts. Both maids were in tiny PVC maids uniforms and boots. They were made up whorishly and both had dildos in their mouths as they brought out drinks and snacks.

Mistress R took Mistress Georgina aside and kissed her hard, feeling her ass and breasts. She put Mistress Georgina on her knees and lifted her own skirt. Mistress Georgina proceeded to lick her delicious pussy and Mistress R reciprocated.

Mistress R asked, "How will you punish Krissy?”

Georgina sighed with pleasure as her orgasm subsided. The thought of revenge made her pleasure just that bit more intense. Smiling in that unpleasant way which Krissy had learned to dread, her eyes sparkled with malice as she licked her lips and said,

“Just wait and see, my darling. I’ll film it for you.”

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He didn't think things could get much worse, but they had.

Down to bread and water as he scrubbed her toilets, he now toiled in a black rubber body suit with built-in butt plug and, of course, a chastity device. Over the suit was his white rubber maid's dress and knee-high boots and black rubber apron. Of course, there was the very heavy large rubber bra and fake breasts and corset.

Water was not a problem, as Mistress encouraged him to lap from the toilet when not gagged.

Mistress had him work until sunset.

Krissy was then allowed a quick shower, at which time she made sure that his rubber corset was tighter than the previous night. She gave him his horny pills and female hormones, placed him in a wide tracking collar, dressed him in a red rubber skater dress and matching fuck-me boots, did his make-up whorish, and drove him to the bars on the docks where she had him in gloryholes.

Next, slave had to wait tables for three hours; giving the girls a break. Then Mistress led him deep into the cold basement, and into a pit. On his knees, bound, his head and hands in a pair of stocks. His boots spread wide, his rubber panty pulled down. Mistress applied lube in an act of kindness. Then the men began to come and cum.

Mistress collected £500 that night, when she came to collect him.

As she had him stand up, Mistress unlocked his chastity device and put on her long leather gloves.

She began to milk him, front and rear, and just as he was starting to cum she squeezed his balls, ruining his orgasm. He wanted to cry, as she reinstalled the device and the locking butt plug.

He was told to put on the long PVC mac, as it was raining. She took him home, fed him piss-filled oatmeal and tea, more hormones, and put him back into rubber.

The days melted together.

Mistress had her clients, and more and more she simply called for a cab and sent Krissy, fully dressed, to another lady's home to clean and give their husband a blow job.

Krissy’s hormones were working and Mistress had taken him to the tattoo parlour for a proper Prince Albert. His worthless clitty spent all its time bound. She had found some wonderful heavy rubber/open-bottom girdles made by the same person who made her corsets. With matching bras, then tight rubber slip, and the uniform; Krissy could no longer even touch himself.

One night, Mistress drove him to an all-night cigar bar and gentleman's club and left him to find his way home. His uniform, worn under his bright red raincoat, was a tiny maid's dress with tights and boots.

He waited on the men, other whores were there too. They demanded that Krissy be sent for the hardest of fucks, the nastiness, and guys who would fuck you then piss on you.

Krissy staggered home feeling like everyone’s bitch.

His body ached and reeked of piss.

Mistress would make him scrub his uniform with carbolic soap before she would allow him to rest, making sure it was then dried and polished for the morning. All of this would be filmed, of course, as Mistress laughed and happily contemplated the money rolling into her bank account from the livestream.

Krissy regretted being quite so cocky when he’d had Mistress under his control.

He knew that her punishments would only become crueller and more inventive.

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