Manipulation

Emma gets satisfaction

Charlotte had only ever worn this particular maid uniform when told to, never voluntarily until now. the boddice had built in spring steel bones, almost a corset, that drew in the waist by 3 or 4 inches depending how far it was tightened. It was Miss Emma's idea that was approved by Mistress, not so much for taking inches off but more for posture. Miss Emma had recently purchased a matching posture collar but Charlotte did not know that...yet. The uniform was pink satin with a skirt short enough to display her white panties above her white stockings and white garter, more so as the three layer white petticoats made the skirt stand out. Charlotte wore bra fillers to give her a bust but this outfit had them built in and larger than her normal size, the neckline is high enough to hide any hint of false boobs. Emma had once told Charlotte that she would have a lower neckline once she had her own boobs. Charlotte still does not know if Miss Emma was joking or not so she chose to think Miss Emma was serious. As she looked in the full length mirror she felt her now refitted cage pinch. She stepped into the four inch dusky pink stiletto's. She had already tidied her hair and applied make up and tying the tiny pinny round her waist completed the look, Charlotte giggled, the look was definitely hooker. She looked up at the little girl dress that Miss Emma had called 'brolita' and giggled again, initially horrified and repulsed she now liked it. She also liked the way that Miss Emma had looked at her in it, it was a sexual predator look.

Charlotte liked the way the short skirts bounced as she walked down the stairs. Moving into Miss Emma's house had brought subtle changes. In the old house she had been Charles playing the role of Charlotte, in this house she was Charlotte, she no longer thought she was 'playing a role'. It was getting to be that her former male self seemed like a different person, a dream she once had maybe, a lot can happen in a year.

Emma smiled as Charlotte entered the room and executed a perfect curtsey. Emma noted the outfit and was aware that Charlotte had never voluntarily worn that before. Charlotte curtsied again 'I though you might like it Miss Emma', indeed she did and took a slow walk round the sissy. 'You put this on specially for me sissy?', Charlotte smiled 'yes Miss Emma, I hope you don't mind'. Emma didn't mind at all 'and did you like the brolita dress girl?' Charlotte nodded, she had to admit that she did. 'What if I took you out in it sweetie?' Charlotte tightened in the cage and blushed slightly, Emma added, perhaps to see Miss Claire, Charlotte blushed more. Emma knew there was no going back for Charlotte now. Emma was a lioness eying up her prey. 'Kneel sissy' she whispered in Charlotte's ear. Emma then sat in the chair that Charlotte was kneeling in front of. Emma hitched her dress and parted her legs, no panties 'show your appreciation Charlotte', this was the first time that Emma had invited oral. Charlotte's cage hurt and she slipped her head between Miss Emma's legs. Emma gasped as Charlotte's tongue lightly touched her clit, the cage was tight almost to the point of pain but it was a small price to pay for this privilege. Charlotte used every trick she had learned from Mistress and a couple she had improvised with Miss Claire. Already fully turned on Emma climaxed on Charlotte's face quickly, she imagined Erin's father in the same position, dressed like Charlotte and orgasmed again. She had never dressed her late husband as a maid but now, with hindsight, wished she had. Charlotte was good and brought her to multiple orgasms. She wondered why she had never made use of the sissy before in this way despite Erin making it plain that she could. The posture collar could wait for another day.