This continues the story of Bridget. She is a young wife who got caught in an impossible web of problems. As often as happens, she just made things worse as she tried to correct her situation. She realizes that she can't live in this current situation. She also knows that she literally can't live without it. The two, as in real life, is often impossible to resolve.
This story is a continuation of Bridget's story from "Anything and Anything.02" Neither of the prior submissions are very long. If you have the chance, please take the time to read them prior to this submission.
This is a story of a loving wife, non-consent, coercion and humiliation. If you don't like non consent, you should probably go to another genre.
The feedback I got from those who read "Anything 02" was very helpful. Thank you to all who took the time to write and rate this submission. If nothing else, it feeds my Ego!
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All characters are over the age of 18!
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Decision Time
I woke up the next morning with my husband Michael keeping me warm in bed. He was spooning against me, sound asleep. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I held his hand in mine and closed my eyes for an extra ten minutes sleep.
I quietly slipped out of bed and commenced to cook bacon and eggs for breakfast. I went in and got my "babies" out of bed. I hugged them, while they were still in their pajamas, until they started complaining that I was squeezing too hard. Michael came into the kitchen, ready for work with a smile on his face.
"Bacon and eggs on a work day?" "Did I do something special," he asked?
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on his lips. "You did something very special," I said. "You fell in love with me and gave me two beautiful children who mean more than life to me."
Michael wolfed down the eggs. I loved to watch him eat. I ended up cooking three more for him. I just sipped my coffee and watched this beautiful guy who graced my table with his love.
He left for work, I got the kids dressed and ready for play. I had made a big decision. It was time for the phone call. I was frightened but calmly resolved. I picked up the phone and dialed the Haverhill's residence. It was answered shortly by Mr. Joseph, Mrs. Haverhill's valet.
"Joseph," I said, "I need to talk to Mrs. Haverhill please."
I heard silence on the line. Joseph spoke after a minutes pause.
"Mrs. Martino, Please?" "If you need to talk to Mrs. Haverhill, do it through me," he begged.
It is the first time I talked to Joseph on the phone where he sounded human. There was a pleading to his voice.
"Mr. Joseph, I truly understand," I said back to him. More firmly, I restated, "Please connect me with Mrs. Haverhill?"
Moments later, Mrs. Haverhill came on the line. I took a deep breath. I clearly explained to her that what I had been put through these past weeks, I could no longer live with. I wanted to be released without further requirements. I could almost feel her smiling in silence on the other end.
"Mrs. Martino," she interrupted. "I am going to make this perfectly clear to you, for the VERY LAST TIME." "I own you." "I own you and all my other pets." "I have filmed every tawdry think you have done, every cock you have sucked and every one you've taken up some hole." "You will do whatever I say, with whom I tell you to and you will do it when I tell you." "If you don't understand what that means, it means... ANYTHING!" "Now are we clear on this for the last and final time?"
My voice broke a bit from nerves. I took a breath and said, "Mrs. Haverhill, I understand but I don't want to be your slave, as I'm sure the rest of your pets don't want to either."
Her voice spoke in an edgy coldness, "You are more than a slave, Mrs. Martino." "Trust me you are more than that." "Now, be here this evening for another party or I will put an end to conversations like this FOREVER!"
The phone went dead in my hands.
I sat at the kitchen table and had another cup of coffee. I called Becky to see if she was joining the "party" tonight. She said she was. I asked her to pick me so that I didn't have to drive home that evening. She agreed.
With that, I took two shoe boxes out of the linen closet. I put a gift in one, penned a quick note and wrapped both in the box. I took the second shoebox and put my journal in it. I was a fanatic about writing everything down in a journal. I then took the tape recording that I had just made of my telephone conversation I had with Mrs. Haverhill. I wrote an explanatory note about the contents of the two boxes and wrapped them for posting. I walked to the post office about thirty minutes later. I paid the postal clerk the required postage, he gave me my change and placed them in the morning mail.
The Party
Becky picked me up at five PM sharp. Michael was home in time to watch the kids and dinner was on the stove for him. I told him to leave the dishes for me and I'd clean up after I got home. I kissed the kids, gave him a special kiss and left with Becky.
Half way through the journey to the mansion, Becky pulled over into a store parking lot.
"Bridget, we need to talk," she said. "My father told me you called Mrs. Haverhill this morning "You're playing with fire." "You have no idea the consequences they'll bring." "You are putting yourself and your family in grave danger."
I reached across the seat. I gave my new friend a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Becky, I appreciate everything you are saying." "What you don't understand is that I can't go on living like this." "I also refuse to let my children become part of this." "It is bad enough that Michael will find out eventually about what I have done." "If I don't do something, it will only get worse," I firmly stated.
"Bridget, if you don't make waves your children will never be involved," she begged.
"My children will never be involved," I questioned? "How is it that your father Joseph and you are involved then?"
Becky nodded her understanding. She drove off again, heading for whatever fate had in store.
When we got to the mansion, Mr. Joseph showed us in. He had one of the maids take us to a dressing room. I was surprised to find three other women in the room with us preparing for the night. Becky quickly explained that she had partied with two other of the girls before but that she had never met the Asian woman.
We all commenced putting make up on and getting dressed. Very expensive lingerie and evening dresses had all been laid out for us. This clearly was not going to be a repeat of the previous "Eighteenth birthday coming of age party."
About fifteen minutes later Mrs. Haverhill entered the room. We all stood to recognize her presence. She smiled benevolently at us. She individually greeted all of us. Then she gave us our instructions for the night. There were eight business associates of Mr. Haverhill attending this evening's gala. We were to be the "fun" for the night. When we finished she did her usual "Did we understand the meaning of "ANYTHING" speech". We all nodded our understanding. As she walked from the room, she signaled to Becky, the Asian girl and myself for a private conference.
