Emma stopped Charlotte from getting up off the changing mat then straddled her face, her by now wet panties covering Charlotte's nose and mouth. It was not that Emma needed to cum, she already had, it was the demonstration of power. Power turned her on as much as the demonstration of it turned Charlotte on and right now Charlotte was straining to get an erection without the slightest chance of promoting one much less gaining any satisfaction. Wet panties covered Charlotte's mouth and nose to the point where she thought she was going to suffocate but Emma knew exactly what she was doing and let Charlotte gulp air, then ground herself into Charlotte's face some more. Finally she lifted herself 'sort your face out little girl while I change my knickers'. The combination of the plug rubbing her prostate and the 'little girl' comment was enough to promote an involuntary ejaculation into her nappy. She was aware of what had happened but it was very low key and not very satisfying. It was not lunchtime yet and Charlotte was exhausted.
She struggled up off the mat and tottered to the bathroom, she was not going to pee her nappy, she would pull it down and put it back after, the snag was that she couldn't. Charlotte had not paid attention to the new plastics, they had a cord running through a tunnel in the waist of the plastic knickers. The ends of the cord were looped and exposed with a small padlock attached, this was on until Mistress decided otherwise. Resigned she dabbed her face dry and reapplied make up. The knock on the bathroom door made her jump 'is my little girl ready?' Charlotte blushed 'yes Mummy'. Once downstairs Mistress Erin asked Charlotte if she was thirsty, which actually she was, and was given a large glass of water to drink. It was not what Charlotte had expected she had been thinking of a cup of tea or coffee. She gulped some of the water down but was told to finish it.
Charlotte had a suspicion about where they were going and was terrified that they would be walking to the other side of the village to see Miss Claire. That was indeed where they were going but much to Charlottes relief they were going in the car. The last time they went in the car Mummy Emma had activated the child locks so Charlotte had to wait to be let out of the car and it would be the same this time. They parked outside Claire's house, Miss Emma opened the door for Charlotte to get out. As she got out of the car the wind had got up and blew her dress up exposing her unmistakeably nappy clad rear to a couple of passing women, Charlotte could not hear the whispered comments but they would not have been complimentary.
When Claire opened the door her face registered surprise when she saw Charlotte but she quickly gained her composure. 'Well well, I have a little girl visiting', she smiled as Charlotte squirmed 'what is your name little girl?', Emma suppressed a laugh and Erin looked away as Charlotte blushed even redder and curtseyed 'Charlotte Mith' whispered Charlotte who was wishing she was not still on the doorstep. 'Is little Charlotte wearing a nappy sweetie?', Charlotte nodded, 'let me see' Claire said. Charlotte lifted the dress, 'Perhaps you had better all come in' laughed Claire 'so that Charlotte does not show her nappy to the world'. Charlotte, deeply humiliated, trundled in after the ladies and was made to sit cross legged on the lounge floor. Claire went off to make tea while Erin and Emma chatted completely ignoring Charlotte on the floor. Claire was soon back with a pot of tea on a trolley with cups, saucers and milk for three, none of the ladies took sugar in their tea. There was also a child's feeding cup which Charlotte was dismayed to learn contained blackcurrant juice which she detested but had to drink anyway.
After small talk Claire asked what had brought about the 'little girl's diapering'. Charlotte may get off on humiliation but this was going beyond her comfort zone. Emma explained everything in detail with heavy emphasis in disrespecting her Mistress Erin and throwing a tantrum. Emma went on to say how Erin had decreed that Charlotte will be nappied until at least the coming Sunday, which meant all week. Charlotte did not miss the 'at least' part of the story and it dawned on her than any infraction could make it longer. Erin took up the narrative 'Mother will be her Nanny for the duration, she will be given potty poo time each morning and at bedtime, which will be 7pm sharp, she will have to train herself to a timetable or walk around in poo filled nappies'. This was total news to Charlotte and the horrifying possibilities were not lost on her.
Claire's standing with Erin, because of Emma, had taken a complete about face and Claire had become a friend. Erin said she wanted to put a proposal to Claire, would she like to babysit on Wednesday as she and her Mother would like to go out for dinner, Claire said she would be 'more than delighted'. This was yet more fresh news for Charlotte, the idea of being babysat was not well received but she knew better than to open her mouth. When asked about discipline should 'babykins' be difficult Claire was told that while she was in charge discipline was at her discretion but any infractions by babykins should be reported. Charlottes mind raced, she was being called babykins, she squirmed. Her mind was soon taken away from that as the large glass of water and subsequent juice were beginning to make themselves felt. Her attention was brought back to the ladies by the question 'that's nice isn't it babykins?' What could she say but 'yes Mistress', Erin added 'I think you should curtsey and thank Auntie Claire', Charlotte blinked nervously, stood, curtseyed and said 'thank you Auntie Claire'. Erin recognised the nervous blink, the one Charles always had when agitated, and knew that Charlotte was on the back foot.
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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.
