Quite what she was planning would clearly have to wait, she wasn't going to tell me now. I watched as Chris came out of the shower with just a towel draped round his lower half, Charlotte walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Her hand resting on his chest. He gave her bum a firm pat and squeeze as she walked past him into the bathroom. All through the night he had hardly said two words to me, he controlled Charlotte, but clearly, she controlled me. But as she turned on the shower and closed the door and we left alone, he spoke.
"Shes a fucking gorgeous girl isn't she" he spoke as he dressed. I had half expected him to stay the night to be honest, but clearly, he wasn't doing so. I wondered if this has been arranged previously. It probably had.
I nodded in agreement. I suppose he had to say something to fill the silence.
"You were lucky to have her" he smiled. The use of the past tense aroused my attention. It was telling.
"Yeah I was" I met his use with my own.
"I've gotta admit this is all new to me, this whole scenario of yours, and I found it more than a little weird at first, but when Charlotte told me how she felt, I knew she deserved being treated better. So I agreed, and, I must say, its been pretty empowering fucking her with you not being able to do a single thing about it!" he smiled at me.
"Thank you so much for being that man Chris. She does deserve better than me and I'm so pleased shes found someone. She knew who she liked as soon as this thing came up and I've watched her leave and return from her dates with you with a spring in her step and smile on her face" It was the ultimate act of submission. Humiliating, degrading, part of me couldn't believe what I just said. But it felt so natural.
He finished getting dressed just as Charlotte came out of the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel. She headed straight for him, and kissed him again. They said their goodbyes, he told her he'd text her in the morning, said how much he'd enjoyed the night and couldn't wait to do it again, then left. Without so much as a glance in my direction.
From that point on everything seemed to be more or less straightforward. We slept in the same bed, the only difference being me being caged. We cuddled a little then we fell asleep. We awoke the next morning, dressed, and I carried the bags as we walked down to check out. This was a subtle change. Normally we would each carry our own, but this time, she made no effort to pick up hers as she just left the room and walked 5 paces in front of me. It felt different, it must have looked different. Especially as she half flirted with the male receptionist as we checked out. Me standing back watching. She looked confident, she moved with a certain assuredness that she definitely hadn't had before.
This was Sunday. The rest of the week passed by without anything spectacular happening, and still no hint of what I thought Charlotte might be planning. Had I been wrong? No, I remember vividly the way she had looked at me. There was something there. She went on a date with Chris again on the Wednesday evening, dinner, again paid for by me. No fuss this time, she told me as soon as she came home that she wouldn't be around for the evening.
"Don't worry though, you're not going to miss anything" she winked as she left.
On Thursday night she revealed her plans for the weekend.
"I'm going out with the girls tomorrow" I nodded. They hadn't been out for a while.
"Ok cool" I replied. I knew what this meant, I reached immediately for my wallet and gave her my credit card.
She giggled "Oh thanks! How did you know?! I don't need a new outfit this time though, I've got something in my wardrobe I haven't worn for ages. Anyway, I'm gonna introduce them to my hot new man" she smiled.
"What? I errr...already?" I stammered. I hadn't considered this prospect at all. It hadn't even entered my head. Wait, do they know about this already. I asked the question.
"Of course silly, they've known all along! We girls tell each other everything you know!"
Oh god! I didn't know what to do. After an easy week this made it all hit home again. I found groups of women intimidating before. How would I feel now?! All laughing at me, at my situation. I went bright red. Embarrassed and humiliated didn't cover it.
She laughed as she saw my face play out all these thoughts. "Relax. They think its a great idea. I think they're a little jealous if I'm honest."
Friday just passed me by. I was home before her, as usual, and when she came in she just headed straight for the bedroom. "My outfits on the bed, I expect you to be here to help as soon as I get out the shower" I walked slowly to the bedroom to find a thigh length floral floaty dress, sheer nude tights, lace lingerie and some stiletto heels.
I helped her into her lingerie first, slowly, then her tights. She dragged this part out, knowing how much I liked them. They were Wolford Fatal 15's, my favourite brand. I rolled them slowly down for her, then held them out for her to slide her leg into. She watched as I slowly rolled them up her leg, right first then left. Pulling them up gently, making sure her gusset was properly in place, smoothing them out, pulling them, making sure there were no creases. She twirled round for me.
"How do I look?"
