Fresh Meat

Angie wheeled her new suitcase into the closed yard of a modern-looking house. She felt completely out of her depth. At home, she had hardly left the city limits of Birmingham until Victoria forcibly kidnapped her, and then she had spent three months enclosed in Victoria's estate with basic freedoms restored only for the last few weeks. Now, she was in a foreign country under a fake identity. If Victoria were not at her side, Angie swore she would be a quivering wreck.

This most epic road trip had begun in Dublin, where Victoria had already booked her in at a salon for a rather painful electrolysis treatment to some very personal areas. It was lucky that Angie's pain thresholds were higher than they used to be but true to her word, Victoria made up for her discomfort in their hotel room that night. It had felt so strange eating out in public with her lover in the hotel restaurant for all the world to see. Apart from admiring glances, nobody called them out, as Angie feared they might. It seemed almost normal after the upheaval of the previous few months.

Then there had been a shopping trip to find Angie some suitable business attire. Victoria obviously had her preferred suppliers who welcomed her custom with open arms. Angie took one look at the price tags and understood why the shop assistants were metaphorically rubbing their hands together with glee.

The older woman obviously knew the look she was after and decked Angie out in a pleated skater skirt, but seemingly suitable for the office and reaching to just above her knees, charcoal grey stockings and matching heels, a white blouse sculpted to her body and a grey jacket which made her look the part in any office setting.

Although Angie felt a little exposed, she was perfectly dressed as Victoria's personal assistant. The woman herself was powerfully decked out to take the office bull by the horns with her usual impeccable sense of style and ability to subtly intimidate people with just her outfit.

Angie had expected that they would head home after their shopping spree, but instead, the next stop was the airport. Angie had felt true trepidation about flying, having never ridden any kind of aeroplane before, but Victoria offered her a sleep mask for the take-off and held her hand every step of the way while completely failing to explain their final destination.

Angie felt it was all a test of her faith in her lover and was determined not to be found wanting. However, as it turned out, the final test was still to come. Victoria parked her own wheeled suitcase in the yard they found themselves in and produced from her handbag a leather collar, leash and bit gag, her eyes sparkling.

Looking around nervously, Angie realised that they were protected from casual observers by high walls. Only the occupants of the house would be able to see her, and she expected that was their final destination. She had no idea what lay inside, and her heart pounded at the unknown, but every time she had placed her faith in Victoria, she had not been disappointed. Swallowing her questions, she gently parted her lips and allowed Victoria to fit the gag and then the collar.

"On your knees, macushla," the older woman murmured as she affixed the lead to the collar. Her eyes wide, arousal began to build deep inside the girl at the thought of being dominated by Victoria and the fear of being embarrassed in such a semi-public setting was forgotten.

At the gentle tug of the lead, Angie crawled on hands and knees along the concrete path towards the front door of the house, Victoria's pampered pet, all the while wondering what they would find inside. Was this one of the way stations which Victoria had mentioned back in their courting days?

Victoria didn't need to ring a bell or knock; the door was flung open as she approached.

"Victoria! I'm so glad you could make it! And you bought the lovely Angelica, too?" An effusive female voice called with a pronounced German accent. Angie allowed herself a quick glance up to see Dita enthusiastically greeting Victoria.

"So, you have come to seal our deal, and you needed Angelica's help? Or is she just here for moral support?" Dita asked Victoria.

Victoria fondly stroked the head of her lover, kneeling beside her. "Angelica wants to assist me in my business ventures, but it's early days yet. Would you mind babysitting her while I'm in the city getting things started?"

Dita gave Victoria a pointed look and received a nod in return. The German woman reached down to stroke the girl's cheek, causing Angie to want to rub her skin against the warm hand like a purring cat. "Of course! We can keep her occupied and play a little. Perhaps while you're here, we can teach you how to treat your mistress with the proper respect and maybe stretch that tight little ass hole of yours."

Angie's eyes opened wide at the prospect. She looked past Dita into the cosy interior of the modern house to find Skylar kneeling in the hallway. She was casually dressed in denim shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. Her hair had grown a little in the six weeks or so since they had last seen each other. The Dutch girl initially kept her gaze on the carpet, but when her eyes ventured up and met those of her visitor, they opened wide in return, and she beamed from ear to ear, causing Angie's heart to leap for joy.

Angie walked out of the en-suite bathroom into the Dita's attic guest room, craving a soft bed and rest. It had been a busy day of shopping, travel and then kink. Of course, Dita had taken her over her knee as a kind of greeting and left her with a plug that she had worn for some hours afterwards. Angie smiled at the recollection, reminded by the fading feeling in her behind, not quite soreness, but a memory of the mark of ownership it implied.

Of course, then Dita had sent Angie off in Skylar's care, and that had been a very pleasurable reunion. Dita had 'helped' things along a little by cuffing Angie's hands behind her back and keeping the key. Skylar had been very welcoming and pleased to discover that Angie was a lot happier and much more comfortable in her relationship with Victoria.

Angie had learned that Skylar had originally cut her hair off to help in one of Dita's art projects that required a human subject and a lot of head bondage. After a lot of work, Skylar had even managed to convince Angie to participate in Dita's art as long as no one but the four occupants of the house would be able to tell from the results that she was the model, something easy given Angie's lack of tattoos and birthmarks.

Victoria was already dressed for bed in her silky nightdress and passed Angie to see to her own ablutions. Angie stripped off her posh office clothes, having already been semi-stripped and re-dressed by Skylar earlier. She opened her wheeled suitcase and started hunting for her own nightdress, looking forward to a night in the arms of her lover.

"Where's my nightdress?" Angie called, routing through her luggage. Surely she would have worn it the previous night in the hotel, but then she remembered that Victoria had taken her to bed nude to admire the results of the defloration of her lady garden. Now that the soreness had faded, touching the naked skin of her sex with no hint of stubble was a delightful experience.

"I packed something in your suitcase for you to wear in bed," Victoria called back before the sound of teeth being brushed continued. Angie frowned. The obscure terms in which Victoria had phrased her response made her suspicious. Sure enough, at the bottom of the case was a fleecy pink onesie. Angie detested such garments. Her brother, Nate had used to look infeasibly cute in one, her sisters less so. With a sinking feeling, she found that the item was indeed her size and seemed to have an excess of dressing gown-style chords and loops.

Reluctantly, Angie found the zip at the back and pulled the garment on. She had to admit, it was cozy, perhaps due to its newness, another one of Victoria's randomly generous purchases. The thing covered her entire body except for her head; it even had feet. As she pulled her arms through the sleeves, she began to wonder if the purchase had actually been for Victoria's purposes rather than her own. Each sleeve was sewn shut and terminated in a long, fleecy chord. She still had some manual dexterity due to the thinness of the material, but the purpose defeated her.

"What the hell is this?" Angie asked, looking up just in time to catch Victoria returning with that look of intense satisfaction she wore when she got her way. Before answering, she helpfully zipped up the back of the onesie.

"I bought this especially for you to wear in bed," Victoria purred.

"I can see that." Angie held up her enclosed hands and frowned.

Victoria stood behind Angie and took the enclosed ends of her sleeves in her hands. "I've become aware of your strategy of submitting to extract favours, concessions and promises from me." Angie's pyjamas had a large pocket over her midriff that was open on both sides. Victoria drew each of the girl's fleece-clad arms through the pocket to cross them in front of her, having the effect of inhibiting Angie's ability to raise them. "I like it," she brushed her cheek affectionately against the girl's, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

Angie could always tell when they switched from what she thought of 'normal' to 'domination' mode by the excitement she felt inside, an excitement she felt now. Victoria pulled back, looped the chords trailing from Angie's sleeves around her body once and then tied them in a neat bow before turning the girl to face her once more.

Angie squirmed in her fleecy bondage; the onesie was definitely growing on her. "You are the only person who seems to understand how I work, and I love that, acushla." A slow smile spread across Angie's face. "Of course, I know something of how you work. You crave safety and security," Victoria pointed out, helping Angie to sit on the edge of the bed. She extracted some additional fleecy chords from the luggage and began threading them through the loops at her ankles and just above her knees.

"You feel that security best in tight bondage under the control of someone you trust," Victoria observed. "Myself, obviously, but perhaps Dita and Skylar too?"

Angie's heart fluttered at the concept of being tied up and left in someone else's care, helpless as she was. "You'd let them tie me up?" She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Did she know them well enough? Had they not already proven that she could trust them to respect her limits? After all, they did have a more strict policy of consensual play than Victoria did.

"Only if you agreed," Victoria conceded. "Bondage is a large component of Dita's art. It's what she does, and she is very good at it. She is also used to working with professional models and staying strictly within the limits they set." Thinking it over, Angie nodded to give her ascent. She decided that playing with Dita and Skylar was fun, and she trusted them.

"Good," Victoria helped Angie into bed. "I have some business to attend to in the next few days. I'll head out after breakfast and be back for dinner. Dita and Skylar have agreed to babysit you, but I warn you, I think Dita was serious about working on your obedience and expanding your capacity for anal play."

Angie parted her lips to protest but found her mouth filled with a phallic toy affixed to the back of what appeared to be an adult-sized baby's dummy. She made a muffled protest but then settled to suck on her pacifier as Victoria secured the attached harness about her head.

"I wouldn't want you wandering off in the night," Victoria added as she clipped a lead to the ring in the top of the head harness and connected it to the sturdy headboard. Angie moaned and gave her an annoyed look, the one which she knew Victoria appreciated greatly.

"Good night," Victoria said as she extinguished the lamp and pulled her fleece-clad lover to her. As the light had disappeared, Angie had just caught the look of intense satisfaction she recognised from those times when the older woman was the most relaxed and calm.

Angie continued to suck her dummy and thought about her day. It had been intensive but fun, exhilarating even. The fact that Victoria continued to stroke her beneath the sheets suggested the day wasn't over, but she wasn't sure how any funny business was possible in her current predicament.

"You know," Victoria's voice came out low in the darkness, "while I gave them your measurements, this outfit isn't exactly bespoke."

"uh huh?" was the only noise Angie could make to signal her interest, wondering where the rather one-sided conversation was going.

"They make these for adults who like to be dressed up like babies," the older woman observed. "I don't think you're into that, but there is a zip at the bottom to give the carer access to the 'baby's' nappy." Angie felt a tug and heard the sound of the zipper above her crotch being lowered. "That provides a wealth of possibilities."

Angie felt a warm hand inside her pyjamas, which easily slipped into her knickers. The feeling of Victoria's fingers on her recently denuded skin was heavenly. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as her lover began to work her with impunity.

"You're so cute in this outfit, macushla. Maybe I need to invest in some adult baby outfits for you after all." Victoria continued to stroke and nuzzle Angie's ear in that way she found irresistible. "Of course, you know I'm going to present you to Dita and Skylar in this outfit at breakfast. This look has to be shared."

Angie made another fruitless noise of protest, but while a year ago such a prospect would have mortified her irrevocably, in the company of the people close to her, it was merely an amusement. She realised that she had never dreamed of being so accepted before. She shed a short lived tear of joy at the prospect before her mind was consumed by the orgasm Victoria's nimble fingers inevitably pushed her towards.