Manipulation

Much to consider

Charlotte lay in bed, it was 7.30pm and still light outside. She had gone through the indignity of the toilet visit, fortunately she did pass something so she would not foul the nappy. Mummy had put a new nappy on her and had then fed her warm milk in a baby feeding bottle, sucking on the teat of the bottle was somehow comforting after a traumatic day. Mummy and Mistress were going out on Wednesday and she felt apprehensive about Auntie Claire babysitting. Claire's eyes had lit up when the proposition was put to her, she was keen. What this meant for Charlotte was anyone's guess she thought. Her tucked winkie was tingling and she found it would tingle a bit more if she pressed her thighs together, she could not use her hands, Mummy had put  locked mittens on her hands that balled her fists. She turned over and tried to hump the mattress but there was too much nappy to allow anything much happening. Charlotte didn't realise it but her humping was getting slower and weaker, the sedative in her milk was beginning to work. Her mind was becoming clouded as she tried to fight sleep. 

Charlotte was woken up by Miss Emma at 7am 'wakey wakey sleepy head', Mummy's voice was a sing song chime as she opened the curtains. The sudden light blasted into Charlottes eyes as her mind was still disorientated but gradually she became aware of the weight of a wet nappy, she was horrified, she had been certain that would not happen and prayed that it was only urine. As her mind got some semblance of thought the realisation that she had wet came home and was deeply troubling, she had not done that since she was really a child. She had been certain that it could not happen and had been silently outraged that she had been put in a nappy. 'How is my ickle girlie this morning? Emma asked as one would a toddler and saw Charlotte's bottom lip wobble 'oh dear, has girlie wet her nappy' Charlotte held back the tears and managed 'yeth Mummy'. Mummy helped Charlotte out of the bed and noticed that some water had leaked from her nappy onto the bed, Mummy commented almost as if she had expected it, 'dear dear, your plastic knickers must a size too big, I shall get some more, I bought two sizes she ruminated'. In the bathroom Charlotte was stripped of her nightdress and sodden nappy, which thankfully for Charlotte was only water, and put on the toilet for her morning session before her shower. She flexed her stiff fingers now released from the mittens and would be on the toilet until something happened which, again thankfully, it soon did. Mummy put on a rubber apron as she supervised Charlotte's shower. The smell of rubber would soon become evocative for Charlotte.

Back in her bedroom Charlotte tried to ignore the indignities of Mummy putting on a fresh nappy and the new plastic nappy cover with frilly pink over panties. When the dress was produced Charlotte's jaw dropped, she had no idea that this dress even existed, it was a full blown adult baby dress, not just a little girl dress or a brolita dress, and in pink. Then came the pink ankle socks, with frills, and matt pink shoes. Mummy noticed the look of shock and supressed a smile and pretended she had not seen it. It would be interesting to see Charlotte's face tomorrow when a similar style dress in primrose yellow would be produced. With Mistress Erin's agreement Mummy had bought a weeks worth of wardrobe for Charlotte. Charlotte would not wash these herself, Mummy would sort that out, she did not want them 'accidentally' damaged in the wash.

Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror as Mummy cooed and fluffed out her dress, she looked like a fairy on top of a Christmas Tree she thought glumly. Charlotte considered her future, if she had thought she still had some element of control over her life she now knew she didn't. Charlotte considered and decided it was going to be a long week and that she had best behave impeccably for the duration so as not to prolong the agony, this was not erection inducing humiliation Charlotte sourly thought to herself.  

Charlotte waddled along the landing and down stairs, it was impossible to walk properly with huge wedge of terry nappy between the legs. It made her uncertain and unsteady and had to hold Mummy's hand whilst going down the stairs. All the while Mummy kept up a constant stream of inane comment as if she were talking to a real child. Charlotte wanted to shout at her, tell her to stop, but was afraid of the possible retribution. Mistress Erin's and Miss Emma's control was now so ingrained that Charlotte did not even think of breaking free.