Annabelle & Bridget, Part Fourteen

I wasn’t a virgin, though I had also never touched myself in front of anyone else. Others might be into doing that mutually, but I typically had my hands on my partner and vice versa.

For the moment, I wasn’t actually doing anything. Just tentatively brushing my fingertips over my most private area and trying not to think about how crazy it was to be collared and nearly naked like this.

“That’s a good girl,” Bridget said. Now that I was finally doing what she and Annabelle wanted, Bridget undid the next button. And then the next. It didn’t take long for her chest to come into view; she was wearing a dark green bra that paired so well with her cleavage. It was a color that would look good on a redhead as well. I nervously tensed when I realized how quickly my thoughts drifted to Annabelle when I was checking out another girl’s breasts.

Button by button, Bridget revealed her smooth stomach and eventually shrugged out of the blouse so I could take in her upper form in nothing but the nice bra. “Well?” she casually asked, “What do you think, Mere?”

I- what? How was I supposed to know? I was still figuring out how I felt about girls. And anything I said was guaranteed to sound awkward. “You’re, umm . . . You’re really pretty, Bridget.” When in doubt, simple flattery. Or something like that.

Before I could cringe at not only the compliment, but how I was saying it to a girl I was supposed to have a distaste for, Annabelle shifted beside me and her hand cracked down on one of my breasts. “BAD GIRL,” she snapped, practically right in my ear, “What the actual fuck, Mere?! I hired you because you were supposed to be intelligent. But you can’t even get Ms. Bridget’s name right!”

I wasn’t prepared for any of it. She just slapped my boob. Before I could process the stinging on my chest, or how it ever so slightly felt good amidst the sharp pain, Annabelle was yelling at me. “I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, instinctively covering my chest with my free arm. The other one was frozen; it had taken so much effort to work my way down there, I couldn’t bring myself to remove my hand from my underwear just like that.

Unfortunately, that just irritated Annabelle further. “What did I say about covering, pet?!” Glaring at me, an expression with emotions that felt heightened due to our proximity, she raised her hand as if she was going to slap my face this time. Not following through with it, she switched to a more annoyed/disappointed tone than the fire that was there a second ago. “Forget it. Just go home, Mere. You’re not worth it.”

It stung so much more than a slap to the face. “No!” I desperately exclaimed. Like a previous instance or two, I was in too deep to realize that Annabelle was once again offering what I had wanted at some point. Objectively, it made so much sense to get out of here, get dressed, and clear my head. But I was too confused to think logically, and my desire to impress Annabelle and outshine Bridget, both of which involved not backing down or shying away from any of this, won out.

“Excuse me?” Annabelle coldly asked.

Oh. My impulsive response wasn’t exactly the most proper or submissive, when I was supposed to be her obedient pet. It wasn’t my fault! I was still new to all of this, and was perpetually unprepared for what she and her unexpected guest kept throwing at me. “Please, no,” I clarified, not sure whether I should be staring at the floor or into her eyes. Opting for the latter, mostly since her own bra-clad chest was right there if I chose to glance downwards. “I’m worth it, Ms. Annabelle. I won’t mess it up again, I promise.”

“So you say. And I’m the one who decides whether or not you’re worth it. Ms. Bridget, too, for that matter. What do you say, babe? We could have plenty of fun without Meredith. Do you want to send her home?” Though she was talking to Bridget, Annabelle’s eyes never left mine.

“Hmm,” Bridget mused, “I think if she stays, she should stay. You said she’s not going to class tomorrow, right?”

Annabelle nodded. “That’s right.”

Right. I had said that. And Annabelle could have shared plenty about our time together when I was locked in that cage.

“She shouldn’t go to class on Monday, either,” Bridget said, “If Mere here is so faithful and obedient, she should be happy to spend a long weekend at your place.”

“I agree,” Annabelle smirked. Her hand cupped the breast she had slapped, idly massaging as she leaned in so our faces were mere inches apart. “What do you think, pet? Chores with Trixie all day. Sleeping in your kennel every night. And maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you with some lesbian fun. You are a lesbian, right?”

Oh, God. Was I actually getting off on this? It wasn’t until Annabelle gave me a chance to speak that I realized I was gently rubbing myself down there rather than the tentative traces from before. Most of what she just said wasn’t even sexy. It revolved more around being her maid/pet, which I had initially been against when I was supposed to just be here for tutoring.

“Y-yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I affirmed. Was I agreeing to my sexuality, or everything else she just said? I had already missed a day of classes today, and reluctantly agreed to do the same tomorrow. Missing a quiz and not turning in a few assignments was bad enough, but I was also worried about how many things I was going to be missing if I continued playing ‘sick’ on Monday.

At the same time, I couldn’t deny that I wanted what Annabelle was suggesting. This wasn’t even me being turned on because the physical was overtaking everything else; I was literally damp from just thinking about the submissive concepts. It was so unlike me to be irresponsible about anything where my academics were concerned, yet I was seriously considering it.

As if she were reading my mind, Annabelle nudged me towards her side of the fence by leaning in and giving me a gentle peck. “Look at Bridget,” she murmured, “If you’re a good girl, you can pay attention to me in a minute.”

It wasn’t particularly easy to pull away when she didn’t bother moving her lips away from mine. After she just yelled at me for not doing as I was told, however, I knew I couldn’t hesitate. Resisting the urge to kiss her again, I returned my gaze to Bridget.

“And don’t take your eyes off of me,” Bridget added. With that, she reached back to undo her skirt’s zipper.