**PART THIRTEEN**
–Last Saturday–
The moment Annabelle heard Meredith descending the stairs down the hall, she reached behind her back with a single hand and deftly undid the clasp of her bra.
*‘Finally,’* she thought to herself.
It was hands down her least favorite bra. The band was too tight, her breasts didn’t sit that comfortably in the cups, and the material was so bland compared to most of the lingerie she owned. Pain is beauty, however, and the unloved black number that normally sat at the back of her drawer still served a purpose every now and then. The plain bra did an excellent job of showing off a good amount of cleavage while still appearing to be a normal undergarment; her lace sets would have had the same visual result, but would potentially make Meredith question why a girl would wear such a thing at home on a Saturday morning.
Meredith.
The moment Annabelle had laid eyes on the girl, the gears started turning in her mind. Meredith wasn’t notably small, but she also wasn’t as tall or as curvy as Annabelle. That was good. In Annabelle’s experience, less endowed girls often ended up bitter and jealous when faced with a body like hers. And, when fueled correctly, bitterness could turn into anger. Jealousy could be turned into desire. Anger could be shifted to passion. Desire could be shifted to all kinds of things.
Now that Annabelle was eighteen, there were no limits when it came to partners. She had already been with one undergrad student, and now she had her sights set on another. It didn’t matter if Meredith was into girls or not. At the end of the day, Annabelle was irresistible. And her cute tutor was no exception to the gravitational pull that came with being a sexy, confident, and clever redhead.
Of course, sapphic promiscuity would only be a fringe benefit to what Annabelle had planned for the girl. After all, Annabelle could seduce just about anything that breathed if given enough time to figure them out. No, the much more interesting venture was awakening the submissive side of other girls. A bright, young Mathematics student who was so academically driven that she almost turned down this job? It would be delicious to see Meredith’s studious self be put towards other endeavors. An hour in the kitchen was just the beginning.
This wasn’t Annabelle’s first effort, either. Trixie was already a shining example of what could happen to a girl who submitted to a life as a subservient maid.
A few weeks into Annabelle’s senior year, Beatrix arrived as a student teacher. It was common enough to have Education majors around for some real world experience alongside their undergrad classes, but this particular blonde caught Annabelle’s eye. Not only was Beatrix attractive, but she was also very clearly into the fairer sex. To her credit, the student teacher was more subtle than teenage guys when it came to checking girls out, but Annabelle still caught it. Beatrix’s eyes occasionally lingered for a moment on a classmate’s chest when she was hunched over taking a test, or stole a quick glance when a girl bent over.
Granted, this was a class of seniors, so the aspiring teacher was at least eyeing legal girls for the most part. But still, they were high school students; definitely a blurry line. In a more boring world, Annabelle would have somehow leveraged that against the young woman. But blackmail was no fun. There were more interesting ways to get what you wanted, and the effect would last a lot longer if the other girl wanted it as well. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
Back then, Annabelle could have tracked every tiny step on Beatrix’s journey from ‘student teacher’ to ‘dirty little secret’ to ‘university dropout.’
Now, the petite blonde was Trixie. She was nothing more than a maid for the Alodia household, and occasionally a partner in the bedroom. Trixie hadn’t realized it at the time, but she was always meant to serve better girls. Hot redheads like Annabelle. And, while Annabelle had certainly gone out of her way to push Trixie to her current submissive lifestyle, it’s not like the young woman was being forced to stay. She could leave any time. Return to what was left of her life, continue her higher education, and aspire to be more than a humble maid. But she wouldn’t. Annabelle’s pull was still very much there, and Trixie had fallen too far to know any other life than the one she was now living.
Annabelle hadn’t counted on a repeat performance. Since she would be heading to university soon, there wasn’t much sense in acquiring another pet. There was a good chance she would end up out of state. Her parents had already discussed investing in a condo or townhouse for her. In the long run, it made more financial sense than renting her an apartment or paying for a dorm. Four years of equity was the better play.
Long story short, she didn’t need more than one maid. Annabelle hadn’t decided if she was going to bring Trixie along or not. The blonde was a fun project at the time, but the devious game was more or less over at this point. Looking ahead, Annabelle figured she’d find a cute classmate to seduce and collar. Because, of course, most of the excitement lay in the chase.
Except Annabelle couldn’t help herself. She was clever, but she was also impulsive. And Meredith was the *perfect* target. Petite, and easily flustered; reluctantly obedient, but self assured enough that she wasn’t a doormat. Just Annabelle’s type, because it was boring when a girl was too easy. Little Mere was the perfect middle ground–a girl with a submissive streak that had yet to be tapped.
Worst case scenario, Annabelle would use her for practice before graduation.
Best case scenario, she’d have a shiny new pet to bring along to university.
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