Just as Alice did in the story Charlotte had slipped down the rabbit hole but unlike the story there was no way out. Part of this was because Charlotte was not looking for a way out. She thought long and hard about it but the pros outweighed the cons for her by some considerable distance. She did not have an outside job to worry about, she served two gorgeous ladies in Mistress Erin who she was officially married to and Miss Emma, officially the Mother in Law. She had no financial worries, no major decisions to make. Charlotte loved giving oral and did regularly for Mistress and Miss Emma and occasionally to Miss Claire.
Over breakfast and with Charlotte out of earshot Emma came back to a previous conversation with Erin about an heir to the estate. It came down to two simple facts, either have a child naturally or adopt. One could not guarantee the sex of an unborn child and a girl would be preferable, adoption would guarantee a girl. Erin had ruled out taking a lover to impregnate her so Emma said 'we will milk Charlotte but in the years while she was Charles you never got pregnant so we will need to get a sample tested'. Later the same morning Charlotte found herself masturbating into a sample tube while Mistress Erin and Miss Emma watched, it was demeaning, it was humiliating, Charlotte needed no other stimulus. 'Good girl Charlotte, you can spent the rest of the day in your brolita dress after you have freshened up' Erin told her.
Miss Emma had modified the outfit, there were now medium control knickers under now added white tights with the usual very filly knickers over the top, this prevented any full erection without the need for a cage. Frilled top ankle socks were worn as usual and white, this is the first time Mistress will see this outfit the flesh, so to speak, as opposed to the phone. Charlotte checked herself in the long mirror, the flowered brocade dress short in pink with a lace frilled hem, a little vee of panty visible, embossed white tights and little white lace gloves. All in all Charlotte loved it, so deliciously humiliating. She presented herself with a curtsey to Mistress and Miss Emma who were delighted. Mistress then dropped the bomb, they were going out. Charlotte blurted out that she could not go out like that and instantly regretted the outburst. The room went frosty 'get the paddle Charlotte' it was a direct order and not to be challenged. Charlotte went pale and rushed to get the paddle that had not been used for a few months. She knew it was pointless to ask for mercy.
Miss Emma handled the paddle while Mistress watched. Charlotte draped over the back of the sofa with tights and underwear lowered. It was only six applications of the paddle but Miss Emma was an expert in using it. After the 4th stroke Charlotte could no longer contain the tears. The 6 delivered Emma told her 'go and get yourself sorted out then come back and apologise to your Mistress', Charlotte scurried away with her undies and tights half hitched up. In the bathroom she felt humiliated and degraded but her erect cock was in her hand and she masturbated. It did not take long for her to spurt into the toilet bowl and it felt so good, she could not deny that. As she tucked her now flaccid self away she inserted a pad of tissue to soak up any after issue, she did not want any wet stains showing. Looking in the mirror she tidied up her make up that had smudged with the tears.
Charlotte curtseyed and knelt at Erin's feet and begged her Mistress' forgiveness for her outburst. It was agreed that Charlotte would have an early bedtime of 7pm for the rest of the week, if she wanted to indulge in childlike tantrums she would be treated like a child. The 'rest of the week' lasted until and including Sunday and as today was only Monday it was going to be a long week, Charlotte meekly said 'thank you Mistress'. Miss Emma asked 'does that also mean bedtime nappies?' Charlottes heart sank. Erin smiled 'I think it must Mother, don't you Charlotte?' Charlotte knew better than to disagree and mumbled 'yes Mistress'. Then Erin said 'you know Mother, I think she should have one to go out in today', Emma smiled 'what a good idea' and held out her hand 'come along Charlotte, let's get one on you'. Charlotte was mortified, in house humiliation was one thing but public degradation was a whole different matter.
Miss Emma took her first to the bathroom and administered a hated enema, Emma did not want to change a poo laden nappy unless she absolutely had to. A mineral oil enema was administered and Charlotte sat on the lavatory until she could hold it no longer, humiliation thrill did not come into it she truly hated the procedure that was used time to time but not on a regular basis. The contents of her bowel flowed out until it eventually stopped. Miss Emma left her there for a few minutes just to be sure. Emma then slid a lubed latex butt plug into Charlotte for added insurance.
Emma rolled out the changing mat onto Charlotte's bedroom floor which Charlotte with meek resignation lay on. Miss Emma stripped off her tights and panties and to Charlotte's horror she began to erect, she tried to will it down but was unable. Emma giggled 'looks like we have an excited little girl here' and flicked it with her finger to make it go down. The colour of Charlotte's cheeks matched the pink flowers on the changing mat. Since the last time Charlotte had been in nappies Emma had got hold of some terry towelling diapers, which were bulkier than disposables. Emma talked as she worked 'lets put on some barrier cream' she grinned as she liberally applied it 'little Charlotte is going to be in this all day and is bound to wet', Charlotte viewed that idea with less than enthusiasm. 'let's tuck little winkie away' and tucked it between Charlotte's legs before pulling the nappy up tight and pinning it. The whole operation took only a minute in Emma's expert hands. She then slipped on a plastic cover over the nappy with very frilly over panties in pink, no tights. From the elation of being able to wear the brolita dress to now had been a whirlwind, elated to crushed in 40 minutes.
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Manipulation
FantasyCharles was an average man with one weakness, he could not refuse his wife Erin anything. She would lead him down a path that he could not escape.
