Emma had noticed the changes in both Erin and Charlotte over the next few days. Erin had gained in confidence and composure, she exuded that air of authority that Emma wanted her to have, she seemed to have more of a glow about her. She still loved Charlotte but not in the same way, not as a wife might love her husband, she now loved her as one would a pet. When they were first married she made allowances for one particular shortcoming, a small penis, it was not the be all and end all. Her respect for him began to chip away when the first spanking had happened. She had suggested it as a joke, a bit of banter, but he had almost thrown himself over her lap and then ejaculated into his underwear while she was spanking. She was amused to begin with but when she thought about it he was rather more keen for it than she had expected. She thought that he had willpower but 60 seconds of pouting from her got him into a nightdress with matching knickers. From that point he wore a nightie to bed every night and it was not her idea, another chip was knocked out of respect. She had confided in her Mother about it all who told her in plain language that she had a sissy on her hands. She decided to push the boundaries and found there were none, it was all so easy. He admitted that he liked humiliation and denial, she already knew about his taste for spanking, she got more assertive as he got more submissive. Erin had begun to make suggestions about going to work with panties on, he did that with no coercion, dresses at home, done. He did not bat an eyelid when she began to use feminine terms for him and at home he became she. She bought a penis extension, which essentially was a hollow strap on that his little chap fitted inside, with which to service her, he neither complained or commented. The one saving grace was that he was good at oral. Respect finally vanished when she started calling him Charlotte without any pushback from what was now considered to be 'her'.
When Erin first told Emma about Charles she was not surprised. He was a nice enough chap but hardly masculine and suppressed a laugh when her daughter mentioned the undersized cock, it was her who suggested the penis extension to Erin. After further revelations about nightdresses and panties she had told her daughter that she was in possession of a sissy. Erin had said that she did not want to divorce him but that she didn't know what to do with him. Emma suggested that she push him a bit to see what she could get out of it. She had waited for the day when Erin had reached the wall of resistance but it never came so Emma had one piece of advice 'turn him into your maid and refer to him as her', Erin was reticent but her Mother told her in plain language that 'he is a submissive sissy and useless as a husband, use her and get rid of him'. A couple of weeks later Emma had invited her daughter to move into her large detached house, it was after all Erin's childhood home and Erin would inherit it anyway. Her house could be sold with Erin banking the money and having no mortgage. Erin could see the benefits, she owned the house having taken it on with a huge deposit before she married Charles, he was not on the deeds. Her Mother interrupted the train of thought and said 'we could then make Charlotte the maid of the house, we will not need her income and it will make her dependent upon us', Erin was sold on the idea but pointed out that 'Charlotte may baulk and decide to leave'. Emma replied 'If Charlotte leaves the marriage was never going to work long term but my guess is she will move with you'.
Charlotte was doing housework but her mind was not on it. Confusion still reigned from the previous day when she was taken by Mistress. Her sleep had been fitful and this morning she was not her usual self. When she had nodded off during the night she had lurid dreams, one involving a gang bang by a dozen women all wearing what looked like executioners hoods and each with a huge strap-on. In the light of day not much was clearer in her head except that what with Auntie Claire and now the anal fucking by Mistress she now knew what it meant to be reduced to a sex object, in both cases her own pleasure did not matter a jot. The gap between Mistress and herself she thought had not been too great, today it was a gaping chasm. Beneath all the self pity there was love for Mistress but somehow different. Despite being 'the maid' she had still thought she was one more or less and equal footing with Mistress, it had been brutally made plain they were not equals anymore. Charlotte could leave, it had always been made plain that she had the option but she didn't really want to. She began to talk herself round, she had agreed to the Mistress and maid life so it followed that Mistress has the right to do as she wants. Her bum might be sore today but that will pass and she began to get one of her difficult to raise erections with the vision of Mistress in her undies with the strap-on. The image was too much and she dived into the laundry room and began to masturbate. 'What are you doing girl?' Miss Emma's voice came like the crack of a whip, the erection vanished and Charlotte stood rooted to the spot with her hand inside her knickers, red faced and speechless. 'We will talk later Charlotte, get back to your work'.
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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.
