Annabelle & Bridget, Part Seven

Everything we say.

Bridget wasn’t just exerting her own gentle dominance on me; she was turning my attention back to the fact that there were two of them in the suite with me, now that I was now longer distracted by kissing her.

Rather than waiting for me to reply, she stepped back and separated from me completely. Though I still had plenty of hang-ups where she was concerned, I couldn’t help but miss the warmth and expertise of her touch. I was also self conscious all over again as the cool AC brushed against my bare breasts and reminded me how exposed I was. As if Bridget’s hand hadn’t recently had the same effect.

Also, it sounded like she and Annabelle had been planning this or something. I was completely oblivious to the fact that Bridget was merely rolling with the punches after this had been sprung on her out of nowhere.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to her assertion, either. Lightly flushing and making a conscious effort to keep my arms down, I said the phrase that I knew she would want to hear. “Yes, Ms. Bridget.”

“Mm hmm. Well, that was fun,” Bridget said. Giving my mostly bare form another once-over, she then turned to Annabelle, “What now? She is your pet. I also wouldn’t be opposed to un-pausing what we were doing before.”

As usual, Annabelle didn’t need time to think. She was notably quick on her feet, pretty much always. “I think Mere was just leaving,” she shrugged, “Unless she wants to stay, and get some answers?”

Umm. Fuck.

If only she had stopped at the offer to let me stay. Considering that I had tentatively stepped into the room for the sake of retrieving my bra and escaping to the hall, Annabelle’s former suggestion was the clear winner. Except I did want answers. Why was Bridget here? Was I out of a job? What came next? I was no closer to getting the collar off than I was before, and I wasn’t sure I had what it took to drive away and never come back.

That would no doubt be the smart thing to do. I had already skipped a day of school thanks to Annabelle, which I had never, ever done before. And the more time I spent with her, the less appropriate things got between us. Not to mention the fact that I was a lot more submissive than I realized. But also, it was Annabelle. Despite everything, she had a way of continuously drawing me in. I was both furious and mortified at the way she brought Bridget into her room while I was locked up like that, yet that had already faded amidst the physical experience I had just gone through as well as my current indecision.

I wasn’t given much time to deliberate with myself. “Which is it, Mere?” Annabelle asked.

“I- I don’t know,” I mumbled. It was too much pressure, and I couldn’t commit to either option when put on the spot.

“Then I’ll choose for you,” Annabelle replied. Maybe that’s what she wanted all along. Or low key what I was waiting for, considering ‘obedience’ had been the name of the game since the moment she arrived earlier. “Bridget and I could use a snack. Go tell Trixie to prepare something for us, and assist her if necessary.”

But- but, answers . . . My entire hesitation had revolved around the fact that staying meant Annabelle would clear things up for me if I stayed. I liked to think that I was an intelligent girl, so I really should have known better. It took us so long earlier to get up here and actually start on the tutoring session I had come here for, and even that was short lived in favor of the more sapphic activities we ended up getting into. Naturally, Annabelle was going to make me work for it, rather than giving me any answers right away.

When I failed to respond right away, or perhaps because I was still frozen in place, Annabelle snapped, “How would an obedient girl respond, pet?”

I flushed at the embarrassing title, which was even worse with Bridget standing a couple feet away. “Y-yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I reluctantly said. It was impossible to ignore my undergarment still blatantly sitting on the coffee table. “Umm, my bra?”

Annabelle scowled. “You’re still here?” She pointed towards the door. “Go. Now. Last chance, Mere.”

That got me moving. I had no idea what she would say or do if I didn’t obey, yet Annabelle was both intimidating and had that effect where I wanted to impress her and/or avoid disappointing her. Awkwardly walking away, blushing more deeply as I heard Bridget’s telltale giggle behind me, I opened the door and slipped out of the room.

Finally, I used my hands to cup my breasts. It was less for modesty and more for warmth, as well as the fact that walking around without a bra wasn’t the most comfortable activity, particularly when stairs would be involved. With the door closed behind me, I also took a huge breath before making my way down the long hallway.

Heading downstairs and towards the kitchen, I was disappointed to find that Trixie wasn’t there. I really didn’t want to track her down, when my goal was to get back to Annabelle as quickly as possible.

Wait, were her parents around?! I tensed up in horror for a moment before realizing that I was being paranoid. Annabelle was bold, but not that bold. She wouldn’t send me out here like this if there was a risk of me being seen by someone that wasn’t aware of our ever shifting dynamic.

With that in mind, I wasn’t afraid to call out, “Trixie?”

After walking around for another minute or two, she called back from the sitting room where I had first met Annabelle. And not in a great way. “Come, Mere,” she said. How was it fair for Annabelle’s maid to talk to me like that?

Even so, I did as I was told.