Manipulation

A Little Problem

The girls were having a laundry day, Charlotte could hear them giggling but working in the utility. She pulled a chair out from the table, placed a cushion on it and gingerly sat with the coffee she had just made. The sting in her rear from the hardest caning she had ever had turned her on so much. For the first time in years Charlotte sustained an erection, she looked in on the girls to make sure they knew what they were doing next then went to her bedroom to relieve her little problem otherwise she would not be able to concentrate on her job. She had not masturbated since, actually she did not accurately remember. She had involuntarily cum while being Mistresses bitch and had climaxed while being pegged by Mistress but an actual penis masturbation had been a long time ago, She stripped off her panties and removed the dress and petti. There was an Ottoman chest in her bedroom that had a rough contoured lid to it. 

She sat, bare bum, on the Ottoman and slowly ground her rump on it, the pain was sharp and exquisite, she resisted the temptation to touch her little four inches yet, she wanted to savour the agony that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. This kind of pleasure is what masochists crave, it took her a long time to realise that is what she is, She reluctantly got off the Ottoman realising she hadn't got a towel or tissues, she did not want to spill on the carpet. The little one poked out front, not long enough to bounce. Charlotte retrieved a towel and went back to the Ottoman just as the little one was giving up, sitting renewed it. Charlotte squirmed on the Ottoman but could not leave it alone much longer, she held it in her hand but resisted pumping. 

Breathing heavier now and her little penis beginning to tingle, eyes closed and images of being between Mistress Erin's thighs and the possibility of being Mistress Molly's bitch too. She imagined Molly in a leather corset, stockings and panties while wielding an extended length cane. Charlotte let go to edge herself. Never mind the corset, Charlotte thought, Molly looked good today in a short black skirt, black tights, stilettos also black and a white opaque blouse with the suggestion of a white lace bra. Of course she was dressing for Mistress Erin but that does not mean that Charlotte cannot see and appreciate. Added to that the look of pure pleasure as she tested the cane through the air, she was both scary and exciting. 

It was apparent also that she was too much for the girls, that alone would ensure they did not step out of line. When Erin had caned them they had a sex session after it, not so when Molly caned them, they had left in a state of shock and at Charlotte's suggestion sat on cushions in the kitchen, drank a whisky that Charlotte gave them and coffee afterwards until the colour came back to their cheeks, face cheeks that is, the bum cheeks had plenty of colour, red for now, blue in a couple of days. Even the day after when the shock had worn off it was obvious that they were not keen to repeat the experience.

Charlotte got back to her erotic dream, Mistress Erin and Mistress Molly, Erin's enforcer. They were a powerful duo, oh how Charlotte loved Erin. She knew what she was doing when she feminised Charlotte but the former Charles was ready for it, wanted it, craved it. Charlotte smiled, Erin knew him so well right from the start. She imagined Erin and Molly together in bed, that did it, Charlotte shot onto the towel on the floor. Shot might be a bit of an exaggeration but it was stronger than the dribble when she had a prostate climax.

Charlotte gathered her senses and got herself a shower and changed into clean clothes, she felt good. She put on one of the shorter maid uniforms that she knew Erin liked, there was no compulsion to do so but now and then she liked the kinky uniforms.