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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Nine
🕑 Added 2024-08-23 00:54:35 +0000 UTCI paused outside Annabelle’s suite.
The last time I had walked in on her and Bridget, they had been making out on the sofa. At least I was prepared for such things now, and could brace myself to some degree. My near nudity still made me feel incredibly nervous and self conscious as well. I had become acclimated to being exposed around Annabelle, but Bridget was a completely different story.
Every second I waited was another second where I’d potentially lose my nerve. So, taking a breath, I turned sideways and pushed the door open with my hip. Thankfully, I hadn’t closed it behind me on the way out; I must have been too eager to reach the hallway and the much needed solitude that it had provided.
Internally tensing up as I stepped into the suite, I saw that Annabelle and Bridget were, in fact, on the sofa. They were still fully clothed. Thank goodness. At a further glance, I noticed that Annabelle’s mathematics materials were on the coffee table in front of them, and Bridget was halfway through explaining one of the concepts from the other day. She trailed off mid-thought when she noticed me, and gave Annabelle a nudge.
Annabelle looked up and frowned. “Why didn’t you knock, Mere?”
What- Was it not obvious? Because my hands were full. “I was bringing up your snack,” I mumbled. It was difficult to have a backbone when my chest was bared for both girls to see.
She just sighed. “It doesn’t matter. Next time, put the tray down, knock, and only enter once I give you permission. Do you understand, pet?”
I flushed, responding as I had been trained, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.”
Answers. That’s what I was here for. It was a miracle that I remembered why I had gone downstairs in nothing but a collar and my underwear to tell Trixie what the girls needed. I literally could have left instead. Annabelle had offered that to me, kind of. And yet, I was too caught up in all of this to bail when I still felt subconsciously drawn to the young redhead.
“Good girl,” she said, “That’s for us, yes?”
“Yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I nodded. Crossing the room, doing my best to put on a brave face, I set the tray down on the side of the coffee table that wasn’t covered on notebooks and printouts. Now that my hands were free, it took a conscious effort to keep them by my sides. That’s what I had been told to do before.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. Remind Annabelle of what she had said recently? Or not speak until I was spoken to? The ‘rules’ kept changing due to how my dynamic/relationship with her seemed to keep changing.
Annabelle was more decisive than I was. No surprises there. “There’s a bottle of Pinot Noir over there,” she said, pointing towards the small kitchen her suite had, “Pour me and Bridget a glass.”
I made the mistake of glancing towards Bridget for a moment, who was leaning back with an amused smile on her face. Blushing a little more deeply, I returned my gaze to Annabelle and echoed, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.”
Under normal circumstances, I would hesitate in regards to such a task. Neither girl was twenty-one. However, this was Annabelle’s house and I had already witnessed her sipping from a wine glass as if it was a completely normal experience for her. As for Bridget, she was my age, and almost certainly drank at college like I did. I also only had so much mental bandwidth at the moment, and there were more important things to worry about.
The sooner I did as I was told, the sooner Annabelle and I could talk. Hopefully.
I easily spotted the bottle. The corkscrew was in the nearest drawer, and I found the glasses right above. Everything was so intuitive, especially for a teenager’s living space, though I had to assume that she had the most say when it came to her bedroom. The rest was probably organized by Trixie and/or whatever other staff the Alodia family had.
After pouring them both a glass that felt generous without being too full, in an attempt to avoid being sent back and forth across the room, I returned to where they were helping themselves to the charcuterie board. I was planning on simply setting the glasses down, until Annabelle extended her hand.
“Good girl,” she said, upon taking the wine from me, “You’re so hot when you’re obedient.”
The conditioning/manipulation wasn’t particularly subtle, especially with Bridget’s presence making me more on edge than I had been during that massage, yet it still worked to some degree. No matter how lucid I was, Annabelle’s compliments always seemed to have an effect on me. It didn’t help that I considered myself ‘pretty’ at best. Whether it was being said conditionally or not, I couldn’t help but melt a little bit at being called ‘hot by a girl who was way hotter than I was.
Rather than waiting for me to bring her the other glass, Bridget stood up and circled around the coffee table. Walking right up to me, she palmed both of my breasts and said, “Look at me, Mere.”
That’s the last place I wanted to look. But aside from the quiet sternness of Bridget’s voice, I had just been reminded that I was supposed to be obedient, and how I looked when I was. I may have been better at mathematics than Bridget, but there was no denying that she was objectively more attractive than me.
Once I met her eyes, instantly feeling small in more ways than just the height disadvantage, Bridget said, “Drink that whole glass. Right now.”
Wait, what? I definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Umm-”
“The correct response is ‘Yes, Ms. Bridget.’ Isn’t that right, Annabelle?” Her gaze never met mine as she checked in with the redhead off to the side.
“That’s right,” Annabelle said, “Be a good girl, Mere.”
“Drink. Now,” Bridget demanded.
Dealing with the insistence of two girls was difficult, even with Bridget being who she was. They were both dominant in their own way, and were way more put together than I was. I brought the glass to my lips, reluctant mostly due to the fact that Bridget had specified that she wanted me to drink the whole thing. Chugging wine? I was stone cold sober, and I definitely wouldn’t get drunk off this. Still, wine was supposed to be enjoyed at a slower pace, and I had to imagine a bottle in this house would be on the more expensive side.
I was definitely regretting the taller pour that I did for the girls. With Bridget’s hands on my chest and her eyes trained on me, my thoughts were all over the place. And, as usual, I didn’t want to be judged by Annabelle.
So I did as I was told; I tilted the glass back and took a big sip.
The moment the wine passed my lips, Bridget softly squeezed both of my breasts and said, “You have ten seconds, or I’m going to start pinching.”
