Fresh Meat

Angie stared at the dress carefully laid out on her bed. It was somewhat different from the various outfits she had worn in the two weeks since she had started role-playing with Victoria. Then again, it still smacked of Victoria wanting to dress her up as a pretty ornament, something on display. Angie tried to convince herself that the last few weeks had been a useful investment in getting Victoria to see her more as a person than a plaything, but deep down, she knew she had done it because she enjoyed it.

Victoria had been gentle to begin with and highly attentive, just as she had been during what Angie thought of as their 'courting period' at Albert Drive. As the older woman had become more confident in Angie's recovery, their role-play sessions had moved to the playroom, and things had become more hot and heavy.

Angie's fear that Victoria would cause her unnecessary pain had slowly ebbed away, but her fear of Janik lingered. She would still wake in the night, disorientated and scared, but if she were in bed with Victoria at the time, her habit after a session, the older woman would soothe her and pull her closer. The nights she spent with Victoria were something she savoured, and she hoped they were having an emotional effect on her bedfellow as well.

Typically, a role-play session would begin with Victoria materialising in Angie's suite after dinner to choose an outfit for her to wear. This time, Mary had delivered the dress and its accessories with instructions from Victoria to be ready for 7 p.m.

Angie didn't want to disappoint her captor. When she thought of herself as being Victoria's possession, it sent a guilty thrill through her. She didn't like the concept of being property, but the feeling of being controlled at the end of Victoria's leash got her blood pumping faster than any workout she performed in her confinement.

The dress was some kind of retro affair with a long skirt lifted on layers of petticoats and a halter top like something from the 1950s. It was light blue with white polka dots and white trim. It flared out as Angie twisted her body in it. Of course, appropriate underwear had to be stockings and suspenders; Victoria shunned tights. Few of Angie's outfits included them; even the girlie princess dress had white stockings rather than tights, perhaps to allow better access to her sensitive areas.

Not knowing what would happen, but wanting to be fully prepared, Angie had showered and douched thoroughly and then back-combed her hair to be held in place by the Alice band provided to complement the dress. Victoria had sent matching shoes, too. The heels were a couple of inches, but with little else to do in her incarceration, Angie had been practising with the footwear associated with the various outfits in her wardrobe and was fairly confident she would be OK in them.

Mary was certainly impressed and embarrassed her with compliments when she came to collect her. She escorted Angie to the living room, where Victoria was also smartly dressed but more for a cocktail party than a business engagement. The older woman inspected Angie minutely and, apart from the odd nip and tuck, seemed very satisfied with the girl. She appeared nervous or uncertain but trying to cover it up; that wasn't a good state for Victoria to be in if Angie's experience was anything to go by.

"What's going on?" Angie asked, her voice small. This was obviously not going to be another pleasurable evening of role-play.

"An old friend is coming to visit," Victoria announced, although Angie sensed that the engagement had been arranged at short notice, and that was what was unsettling her hostess. Victoria turned to focus on Angie. Reading the cues she had learned in recent weeks, the girl realised that she should listen carefully.

"Dita is a dominant; you should behave in a certain way with her. Kneel in her presence, don't make eye contact, don't speak unless spoken to, refer to her as 'Mistress', and don't touch Dita's sub unless she gives you permission." Angie tried to digest this influx of instructions so that she wouldn't inadvertently embarrass Victoria. She nodded nervously and wondered what Victoria meant by 'dominant' and 'sub' and hoped all would become clear.

The doorbell rang, and Mary went to answer it. Victoria settled herself on the sofa and pointed to a spot on the floor nearby, the meaning of her gesture unmistakable. Angie settled herself on her knees, her skirts fanning out around her. She was apprehensive, but Victoria's proximity helped give her confidence.

Mary gestured for their guests to enter and then respectfully stood back. Angie got the impression of an elegant woman, shorter and slightly older than Victoria. She was dressed in a black leather skirt and seamed stockings. She wore a shirt open low enough to show the curve of her breasts, which were elevated by a deep red corset that gave her body an exquisitely defined shape.

Angie was too afraid to look up at the face of the woman she assumed to be 'Dita'. However, her attention was drawn to a leash in Dita's hand, which trailed back to a second figure that she could only assume was Dita's 'sub'.

It was a girl, pretty and older than Angie, perhaps in her early 20s. Apart from the spiked collar attached to the lead, she wore a short-sleeved blouse, short tartan pleated skirt, fishnet stockings and polished patent white Doc Martian boots. The girl was ball-gagged, and a short stubble of dark fuzz covered her head. Her eyes were brown, and she looked calm and almost proud as she crawled along to each tug of the lead.

"Darling, it's wonderful to see you again." Dita's voice had a distinct German accent, which was warmed with pleasure at their meeting. Victoria rose and they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek.

"It's been too long." Without looking, Angie could hear the pleasure in Victoria's voice and relaxed a little. "Why, Skylar, you look striking as ever." It took Angie a moment to realise she was referring to Dita's sub. Victoria turned to Dita, "May I?" The German woman nodded, and Victoria reached down and stroked Skylar's cheek fondly. The girl leaned into Victoria's touch like a cat being fondled. Watching from her position next to the sofa, Angie found herself faintly jealous.

However, Dita soon turned her attention on Angie, who had been trying not to be noticed, her stare downcast. "And who do we have here?" She asked, her voice a mixture of pleasure and curiosity.

"This is my new girl: Angelica." Victoria's voice betrayed a little tension.

"Oh, she is lovely." Angie couldn't help but blush at the compliments of the stranger. "Perhaps she can keep my Skylar entertained while we catch up?"

Victoria nodded and snapped her fingers. "Mary? Take them to Angelica's room and see that they return by 10 p.m."

Angie wasn't entirely sure what was being suggested and even cringed a little when Dita offered her the end of Skylar's leash. "Why don't you take Skylar for a little walk?"

Angie took the proffered lead without looking up; she was unsure whether she was meant to crawl as well but guessed that Dita's offer implied that she could stand. "Yes, Mistress," she managed and rose without making eye contact, as instructed. She felt she had to remember how to walk as she carefully led the crawling girl out of the lounge, attempting not to pull too hard on the leash.

---

There was a particular relief for Skylar as they appeared to reach journey's end. Their apparent destination was up a flight of stairs and seemingly on the other side of the estate. No fun if you have to crawl and fishnet stockings are digging into your knees. However, Victoria's new girl had been careful not to pull or yank her along, a concession for which she was grateful.

Angie seemed to hesitate once the maid departed, possibly unsure what to do. In the end, she gently tugged Skylar towards the bed and motioned her up. Relieved to take the pressure off her knees, Skylar sat on the edge of the bed and got her first good look at this mysterious submissive of Victoria's that Dita had been so curious about.

She was tall and attractive, her long blond hair held back with a band patterned to match her dress. Her outfit was delightful, and Skylar would have loved to have explored her red-painted lips had the opportunity arisen. She seemed very young, perhaps inexperienced, and appeared startled by Skylar's appearance and unsure what to do. She waited obediently for the girl to make the first move. After all, Skylar was the guest. In the end, the girl gestured to Skylar's gag.

"Would you like me to take that off?" Skylar's hostess asked nervously in English with a slight accent that she couldn't place. Skylar nodded once and held still whilst the girl undid the buckle and withdrew the ball. She worked the stiffness from her jaw as the practically-minded English girl retrieved some wipes to clean her drool off the ball.

"Thanks," Skylar nodded appreciatively, finally being able to smile at her nervous hostess.

The girl looked at her curiously, seemingly surprised she could speak. "You let Dita gag you and lead you about on the end of a leash?" She didn't sound condescending, more inquisitive.

"Doesn't Victoria do that to you?" Skylar countered. She was quite comfortable in her role and didn't mind being viewed as Dita's submissive. In fact, she was proud of her position.

Angie flushed and nodded bashfully. "She says I'm a screamer." Skylar couldn't help but chuckle to imagine this quiet girl wailing at the height of orgasm.

"And the leash?" Skylar raised an eyebrow.

"Sometimes," the English girl admitted, flushing deeper, "I think maybe to assert her dominance. I'm just not sure what's normal these days."

Skylar was beginning to like this girl. She had a young, innocent look but didn't seem to be the blushing virgin she was dressed as. Discussing signs of dominance reminded Skylar of her other torment.

"Could you help me with something else?" She asked innocently, knowing her request could only cause more blushing.

"Of course," Angie answered in a fashion that suggested she was only too willing to offer assistance. Skylar half rolled over and lifted her skirt, knowing she was giving the girl an eyeful of her thong and the flange of the butt plug poking out beneath it.

"Could you help me take this out for a while? It's fun to wear but uncomfortable after a while. As long as we get it back in before we return, it'll be fine." Skylar couldn't help but laugh at the girl's response, the absolute stereotype of English reserve.

"You let her plug you too?" The girl was aghast.

Skylar nodded. Dita was very much into anal play, and Skylar had learned to appreciate its intensity and the pleasure it bought her partner. That gag had been pure theatre for their last-minute visit to Victoria's, but the plug was Dita's mark of ownership. Not that she wore it all the time, but it was a frequent component of their play sessions.

"Doesn't Victoria plug you?"

The girl half nodded. "She uses them to stretch me when she's going to take me in the bum, but she doesn't leave them in long."

Skylar couldn't help but giggle. When the girl looked at her curiously, she simply replied, "bum? You're so cute."

"What?" Angie managed before bursting out laughing herself. "I love your accent, by the way. I can tell Dita is German, but I can't place yours. What is it?"

"Dutch," she answered, her giggles subsiding.

Skylar got up and leaned over the bed, her backside exposed and prominent. Her suspender tights made access easy; she motioned for Angie to grip the exposed end of the plug. She was gratified to feel a gentle but steady pressure being applied. Obviously, the girl had worn plugs herself and appreciated that sudden withdrawal would cause pain. Not that there wasn't some discomfort as the toy crested her stretched ring, but that was half the fun.

Angie held the plug up to the light like some liberated jewel before cleaning off the excess lube with another wipe. "That's bigger than anything I can take." She commented, eyes wide.

Skylar got up and rearranged her underwear. The plug was two inches at its widest; she had certainly taken wider, but not under such impromptu circumstances. "Nonsense. It's just about training and being careful. Dita likes ass play, so I get plenty of practice."

The English girl placed the plug down on the desk next to the discarded gag. "I think Victoria only uses my bum when she wants to remind me how much I belong to her. She knows I have mixed feelings about it."

"You don't like it in the ass?" Skylar asked, an eyebrow raised. She acknowledged that some girls just weren't into that, but it was strange to be half and half.

Angie shrugged. "It's uncomfortable, but Victoria always makes it worthwhile. She makes sure that I'm bound and gagged when she does it, and I think I enjoy that more."

Skylar made an appreciative sound. "Heavy stuff. But you could always use your safe signal to stop her, right?"

The English girl gave her a blank look.

"Your safe signal. The sign you make when you can't speak, but you need things to stop. If you're not gagged, you both pick a safe word to use?" Skylar elaborated.

Angie shook her head, nonplussed. "We don't have those," she answered simply.

"So you just let her do whatever she wants to you, and you can't stop her?" Skylar couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

The girl cringed a little. "She's very good," she claimed defensively. "I don't like the cane, but most of the time, she can even make that fun."

Skylar could see how inexperienced and sensitive the girl was. How old was she really? She took the girl's hands in her own and made eye contact. "In a D/s relationship, communication is vital for safe play. If you can speak, you choose a word you wouldn't normally use: your safe word. If you're playing and you say that, everything should stop. If you can't speak, you agree on a sign. The same applies."

Angie gave her another blank look. "A 'D' and 'S' relationship?"

Skylar took a deep breath and wondered what Victoria had been doing with this girl. Was she safe here? Was Victoria taking advantage of her? Skylar knew that if she didn't like what Dita did with her or if Dita broke the rules of consent, she could always walk away. Did this blushing English girl have the same choice?

Skylar attempted to lay things out as simply as she could. "Domination and submission. A consensual relationship between two people, one dominant, like Dita and Victoria, and one submissive, like you and I. The submissive gives consent for the dominant to control them for a session or a scene, but they have to obey the rules of the safeword and not push beyond the limits the submissive has set, so everything is safe and consensual."

She watched as the girl absorbed this information as if it were all new to her. "You did choose to be with Victoria, didn't you?"

The girl hesitated and frowned for a moment. Finally, she looked up, her face serious. "Yes. I'm here because I choose to be, at least for the moment."

Skylar nodded, relieved but uncertain. "Good. There needs to be limits and for Victoria to respect them." The girl didn't comment, looking uneasy. Skylar decided it was high time to change the subject.

Still holding the nervous girl's hands, Skylar lifted them and kissed them to relieve the tension somewhat. "Do you know what Dita does when she likes you?" The girl wordlessly shook her head. "She spanks you on the ass."

Angie's eyes opened wide. "What does she do when she doesn't like you?" She asked, shocked.

"Oh, that's easy. She will stand you in the corner facing the wall and ignore you."

"Oh," the girl seemed quite confused by the reversal. Skylar decided some counselling might be a good idea to allow the evening to flow more smoothly.

"If Dita plays with you, don't cum without permission. Ask her if you need to."

"OK," Angie nodded uncertainly.

"And I think she would find it a pleasant surprise if she found that you were plugged when she puts you over her knee. She loves that kind of thing."

"Why?" The girl seemed genuinely curious.

"As a sign of your submission. It's uncomfortable, but you knew she'd like it, so you plugged yourself."

"There's some in the cupboard." Angie pointed to the mirrored door closest to the bed. Skylar opened it to reveal a plethora of toys and a good stock of lubricant.

"There's plenty to work with here. I'm sure we could work something out. I'll help you fit it if you want." Skylar looked back at the girl and relished the thought of having her over her knee squirming as she worked a toy into her greased rear hole.

"OK," the girl nodded with a little smile that Skylar found very pleasing.

"It's OK; you'll have to plug and gag me before we go back down," Skylar pointed out.

Angie looked pleased at the prospect and nodded. "That'll be fun," and her face split into a full grin. Indeed, Skylar thought, being taken over this innocent girl's knee to be plugged and then being led around as her pet would be most enjoyable.

---

After a very pleasant evening together, Angie retrieved the ball gag from her desk. Skylar had enjoyed the attention the girl had paid to her ass as she had worked the plug in, even teasing her a little, popping it in and out at its widest point. Of course, she had got the idea from Skylar herself, who had been trying to make the insertion of Angie's plug as pleasurable as it could be.

"I had a great time, but I don't know when we'll get to see each other again," Angie admitted, subdued.

"Why not?" Skylar was surprised. The English girl merely waved her hand around to encompass the room, which she took to mean that Victoria was a demanding mistress and she wasn't sure when she could get away.

"It's OK. Dita and Victoria are good friends; you'll probably be over to visit in no time," Skylar pointed out. Angie nodded but didn't look convinced.

Impulsively, Skylar leaned forward and kissed the girl full on the lips. Her eyes opened wide in shock, but she didn't resist. Skylar could tell that she had obviously had plenty of practice as their tongues tussled. As she pulled away, she couldn't help but ask, "what?"

"I just never kissed a girl like that before."

"What about Victoria?" Skylar asked, confused.

Angie shrugged, "She doesn't count because she was my first."

"You never kissed a boy?" It was Skylar's turn to be surprised.

"Well, yes, but that was after I started with Victoria, and compared to her, he was rubbish."

Skylar was about to ask another question but found a rubber ball placed between her parted lips. Angie looked mischievous as she buckled the strap. Skylar could only return a peevish look and then obediently returned to her hands and knees at the tug of the leash.

---

Victoria had been subtly glancing at the clock as it approached 10 p.m. while her friend Dita continued to update her on her latest artistic project. The German woman mostly worked in paints and photography in the niche provided by lovers of BDSM-inspired art. Skylar was simultaneously her muse, model, assistant and lover and by all accounts, they had been very prolific together.

Part of the reason for Dita's visit was to take Victoria's temperature over investing in a gallery she wanted to open in her home town of Hamburg. Victoria had to admit that she was intrigued and allowed her friend to fill her ears with all of her hopes and dreams for such an establishment.

Meanwhile, Victoria was nervous about how Angie was getting on. What might she be telling Skylar? Could she be sewing plans for making her escape? The visit had been rather a last-minute affair, and Victoria would have avoided involving Angie if it were not for her foolish boast about her new pet in her brief conversation with Dita. That, coupled with Dita's need for investors, made a visit inevitable.

"You seem a bit preoccupied, darling. Are you missing the lovely Angelica, perhaps?" Dita suggested in her native tongue.

Victoria frowned at her but good-naturedly and responded with her own fluent German. "You think I'm besotted with the girl?"

"I think she has more of an effect on you than anyone else I've seen you with for a long while." Dita's observation was mild.

"She is a pretty thing, isn't she?" Victoria conceded, nodding. She thought of her pet, beautiful in her new dress. She felt a powerful need to be with the girl somewhere quiet and private where she could strip her naked and give vent to her mounting desires.

"More than that, I suspect." Dita gave her a knowing look and then turned as Mary held the door open to allow Angie to enter, followed by Skylar crawling at the end of her leash. Victoria felt palpable relief that nothing seemed to be untoward. Angie kept her gaze lowered, knelt at the corner of the sofa and respectfully offered Skylar's lead to Dita.

Dita gave Victoria a meaningful look before turning to Angie and taking the proffered lead. "Thank you, Angelica. I trust Skylar didn't give you any trouble?" She asked in accented English.

Victoria could see Angie suppressing a smile as she replied, "no, Mistress."

Dita turned to her friend. "What a well-behaved girl you have here. Would you mind if I gave her some fuss?" Her hostess graciously nodded.

Dita passed the lead to Victoria, who tugged Skylar to her side of the sofa and caressed the girl like a favoured pet cat but kept a sharp eye on Angie.

The German domme gestured for the English girl to rise with fingers tipped with painted black nails. "Come lie over my lap, darling," she said as if asking the girl to sit with her to take tea. Angie was obviously nervous and unsure how to do as she was asked while retaining her dignity, but Dita graciously guided her.

Dita stroked the girl to calm her a little while she looked her over. "I love your outfit, darling. It suits you very well." She ran her hands along Angie's thighs, reaching for her stocking tops and lifting petticoats as she went, causing the girl to shudder.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Dita intoned dramatically lifting the last petticoat to reveal a backside with knickers absented and the protruding flesh-coloured flange of a butt plug between the girl's pale cheeks. "Did you have her plugged for me, Victoria?"

Victoria shook her head, as surprised as Dita. While she enjoyed taking Angie from behind often enough, plugs were not something they dabbled in much. She had often used them to punish her previous pets, but Angie had never warranted such treatment. However, she also knew of Dita's tastes and that it could only have a positive effect on her.

Dita looked over Angie's body at her own submissive. "I suspect Skylar has put her up to it, trying to curry favour." Skylar simpered and flushed behind her gag. "Naughty girl, subjecting a damsel to such treatment. I'll deal with you later," she declared fondly, waggling her finger. "For the moment, I had better release the poor girl from this torment."

Dita grasped the plug and, with a practised hand, gently tugged. Angie tensed visibly, but Dita shushed her and calmed her, working the plug slowly. Victoria was impressed to see that while her pet fidgeted, she kept herself mostly under control and didn't cry out. Angie's vocal nature was Victoria's biggest fear, given the lack of any kind of gag, but the girl seemed able to control herself when required.

As the plug reached its widest point, Dita played with it a little, causing Angie to pant quietly but otherwise remain still. Finally, the domme flourished the extracted plug and passed it to her waiting submissive. "There, not such a big one, was it? Now, let's see what we have here."

Dita's fingers stroked and caressed, investigating Angie's behind now that there were no further obstructions. The girl moaned quietly beneath her, which seemed to please the older woman.

Suddenly, Dita brought the flat of he hand down hard, making the girl yelp, but she controlled her volume. Angie also moved her arm back; Dita was ready to capture it, but there was no need as the prone girl folded it into the small of her back, quickly followed by the other so that she could hold her arms out of the way herself. "Very neat", the domme commented, nodding respectfully to Victoria.

In no rush, Dita took her time alternately caressing and spanking the girl. Angie mostly kept herself under control and from getting too loud, but the domme was obviously deliberately pushing her towards climax. Panting, fidgeting and occasionally yelping, Angie finally gave in.

"Please. Please, may I cum, Mistress?" The prone girl panted.

"Such a polite girl. Yes, you may cum. Cum for me now!" Dita demanded and worked the girl over the edge. Angie's wails heightened as she released the pent-up orgasm she had been apparently holding back.

At its peak, the fingers of one hand embedded in the girl's dripping honey pot, Dita brought her other hand down hard in a final stroke to the girl's backside, increasing the intensity of the moment further. Seemingly exhausted, Angie slumped and panted, her arms still held behind her back, her hands in a white knuckle grip above alternate elbows. Dita removed her fingers and fed the girl her own juices. "That's it, darling. Clean every last drop." Angie licked and sucked almost on instinct.

"Well, you seem to have a lovely girl here, Victoria." Dita nodded respectfully, and Victoria felt relief that Angie had passed muster with her old friend. She had never introduced her friend to any of her previous pets, mainly because Dita very much worked within the law and preferred consensual relations between sub and domme. While Victoria respected her for that, she needed something more potent to get her satisfaction.

The German domme held out her hand, and Skylar passed the plug back to her, with extra lubricant applied. Angie tensed as the cold tip reached her puckered ring that had long since closed upon the plug's removal. A professional, Dita took her time and slowly worked the plug back between the reddened buttocks of the panting, and occasionally squirming, girl.

Dita let Angie down off her lap gently, and the girl obediently knelt at her feet, eyes averted. "You are such a pretty young thing," she commented, stroking the girl's cheek gently, "and your ass marks beautifully," she added with a wicked smile. She turned to Victoria. "She is quite tight back there, though, Victoria. If you want help stretching her out a little or to work on her obedience, Skylar and I would be only too happy to take her for a few weeks."

For Victoria, that was the highest praise her friend could have given her pet. Pleased, she nodded, "I will give your offer serious consideration."

"Good. Well, Skylar and I have a flight to catch tomorrow, so we'd better be off. Thank you so much for having us, both you and Angelica." Dita beamed and hugged Victoria. With that, she retrieved Skylar's leash and departed.

Once Victoria heard the front door close, she shifted over to Angie's side of the sofa. Having jealously watched her friend play with her prize possession, her loins were on fire. She lifted the girl's chin to look her in the eye. "I want you. Now. Over the coffee table." It was gratifying to watch the girl's cheeks flush, and her eyes fill with anticipation.

Victoria was quickly out of her dress and into the nearest strap-on dildo harness she could find. She pushed the unresisting Angie onto the coffee table on her belly, lifted her skirts and took her roughly in the doggy style, the plug still deeply penetrating her rear. She was careful to ensure they both came, especially after how well her pet had behaved for her guest. Victoria pulled Angie back to her suite, stripped her of her pretty clothes and plug and dragged her into bed, her young body naked and smouldering next to her own.

Angie had hardly said anything the whole evening but certainly seemed to enjoy Victoria's attention and her possessive hold in bed. As they lay together in the darkness, she finally found her voice.

"You really like Dita and Skylar, don't you? I mean, you respect them?"

"Yes, macushla, on both counts. What are you driving at?"

Angie wriggled around to face her in the darkness. "I don't ever want to have sex with someone unless I choose to. It goes without saying that you are at the top of my list," she stroked Victoria's cheek fondly and gave her a solemn look, "but I like Skylar and Dita, too. I would go with them, but only if you said it was OK."

The revelation hit Victoria on two counts. First, Angie didn't want her to choose with whom she slept, but also, it mattered to her what Victoria thought, and she didn't want to displease her. It took her a little while to digest those revelations and respond.

"I hope you would allow me to feel a little jealous of you being with Dita and Skylar, but if it was all in friendship, I could tolerate that. Also, they are lovely people, and they would treat you with the respect you deserve, acushla."

Victoria could see white teeth as the girl smiled at her in the dark, then she rolled back over and pulled the older woman's arm back over so that they were spooning once more. Angie's breathing slowed to a steady rhythm after a few short minutes. The evening had obviously tired her out, but Victoria remained awake for a while.

She wondered at this girl. What did she want? Was she trying to leave or trying to get closer to her? Victoria hadn't intended any of this when she had originally hatched her plan to acquire a new pet. Had the plan failed or succeeded beyond her wildest hopes? Would the bubble burst if she changed anything, or would it all go wrong if she kept the girl in captivity?

For the first time in a long time, Victoria found herself confused and had no one to turn to for advice. She decided to sleep on it and see what the situation looked like with the new day.

---

Dita stretched as she left the little hotel en suite bathroom. It had been a long day's travel lengthened by the visit to her old friend's and the long drive back to their hotel in Dublin. The older she got, the harder such days became. She entered the bedroom to find Skylar sitting up in bed, waiting for her.

"Victoria certainly picked a beauty in her new girl," Dita commented in her native tongue. Skylar's face lit up immediately with a smile as she nodded her agreement. "I think you want to play with Angelica again sometime soon, yes?"

"She's so cute and pretty, I feel like I'd be taking advantage, but she's no virgin, and I think that's part of her charm, but," Skylar tailed off, a frown passing across her face.

"But?" Dita enquired, slipping under the covers herself.

"She's done a lot with Victoria, but she seemed pretty inexperienced in lots of ways. Also, I wonder how old she really is."

Dita sighed. Her friend Victoria was complex and often difficult to read. "I've never seen one of Victoria's submissives before; she's usually very secretive about them. We're lucky she introduced us to her at all."

Concern was visible on Skylar's face as she turned to her mature lover. "I wonder about how hard Victoria is on Angelica and whether she's exploiting her."

Dita gave the matter some thought. It was certainly possible for Victoria to do so at her remote estate. "I want her to help with this new gallery, but if it should prove that she has been mistreating the girl, I won't take her money."

"But what about Angelica? Is there nothing we can do?" Dita could see that Skylar had formed an attachment; she usually had good instincts about people.

"How about I keep in touch with Victoria and keep reminding her about our offer to take Angelica for a few weeks? That way, we can keep her in the forefront of Victoria's mind and let her know that we're interested in her well-being."

Reluctantly, Skylar nodded. She turned and kissed her lover on the cheek. "Thank you. Have I told you recently how much I love you?"

"Not nearly enough," Dita smiled, "but I'm very glad to hear it." She extinguished the lamp and allowed the younger woman to cuddle her until she dropped off into a much needed sleep.