Fresh Meat

As I snuggle beneath silky sheets in the arms of my beautiful golden-haired lover, I can't believe how much my life has changed in the six months since I left my former mistress. I never thought I would come to realise how different life could be; what it means to be in love and to be loved in return. Those first few weeks were so traumatic, the first day even.

That first night was overwhelming. I was so scared of being in a strange place with these two intimidatingly tall women, one younger and one older. They quickly picked the locks on my bonds and took me to bed with them. Fearing the worst, I didn't struggle, but they were surprisingly gentle. The older woman took me from behind with a toy attached to a leather harness, but much less forcefully than my old mistress used to. The younger girl allowed me to enter her. I can't remember ever feeling anything like it. She felt heavenly.

The older woman had whispered in my ear that I could climax as many times as I wanted, and due to their combined efforts, I couldn't help but do so. Afterwards, we slept together in a heap on a huge bed, our perspiring bodies mingling into an exhausted, contented whole in which I slept without dreams or interruption.

The next morning, the older woman took charge. She signalled me to follow her from the bed, being careful to leave her young partner to sleep. We showered together and, whilst my previous mistress usually demanded I service her while washing, our roles were reversed; the older woman confidently cleaned and dried me and brushed out my tangled hair.

My new owner used her words sparingly and was hard to read. I couldn't tell whether my situation had worsened or improved since leaving my former mistress. She dressed herself elegantly, much as she had appeared the previous evening and ever since. She dressed me provocatively as a schoolgirl, those being the only clothes which she seemed to have that would fit my small frame.

She ordered a maid to bring me something to eat. The maid in question was young and smiled at me, which was unexpected. My former mistress' maids looked down on me and would expect me to find my own food. I certainly wouldn't have been allowed to share a table with my mistress; more likely, I would be under the table servicing her while she dined. We ate in silence at a grand table in an even grander room.

The meal concluded, the older woman affixed me with a leather collar but was careful to show me that it had no additions to apply an electric shock. I assumed she used other forms of coercion and submitted to her, knowing she was my mistress now. She bound my arms behind me, crossed in the small of my back, fitted a gag and then used a lead to draw me to a spacious living room.

I followed without question. After all, my earliest memories were of that terrible stone grey place where they had taught me obedience to my mistress was placed above all else, and that disobedience and defiance would only lead to pain and suffering on my part.

The younger girl was waiting there, dressed in a silken robe as if she had just gotten out of bed. She gave the older woman a surprised look and asked her: "Why is she still tied up?"

The older woman gently tugged me to a halt to address the question. "This is what she expects, Angelica." I was nervous, not sure what they were talking about, apart from the conversation being about me. The older woman placed a finely manicured hand on my shoulder. "She's been conditioned to be Fiona's pet. If you treat her like a normal person from the beginning, she'll break down. There was nothing you could have done for The Pig, but you can save her." She squeezed my shoulder as she nodded in my direction. "Please trust me in this."

The younger woman nodded and smiled at me as she had the previous evening; it made me feel funny inside. Unlike my former mistress, whose smile was that of the shark, this one filled me with a warm feeling I hadn't felt before. She pointed at herself. "You can call me Angie."

"You should really introduce yourself as Angelica if you want her respect," the older woman interjected. This amused the girl and confused me, so I resolved to call her something in between: 'Angel', in the voice in my head.

"And you can call her 'Mistress'," Angel joked. That much, I had already guessed.

"She may not speak or understand English," Mistress pointed out. "Fiona was fond of getting her slaves from Thailand, especially those who had undergone some gender reassignment. Then she'd send them to that awful school, so there's a question mark over her mental state."

Angel looked up at Mistress with concern and pulled me gently into her lap. She was warm and comforting. Unable to resist, I didn't fight her embrace. "Is she OK?" She asked the older woman as she caressed me gently.

Mistress sighed heavily. "I suspect Fiona has used her quite roughly. She probably had her plugged a lot of the time to a point where her anus is so stretched it doesn't close properly any more."

Angel squeezed me tighter. "What can we do?"

"Well, I need to order the hormones she needs to take to remain as she is, and I need to get her some more clothes in her size. Her current outfit wasn't my first choice."

"But she does look impossibly cute in it," Angel pointed out and nuzzled me fondly. I remained still, not wanting to draw attention to myself or spark reprisals.

Mistress merely raised an eyebrow and continued. "I don't think she'll need to wear a nappy at night, but perhaps a tampon might be a good idea for any possible leakage. Also, I think we can tighten her back up again with a course of regular use of an electrified butt plug, perhaps half an hour a day? It won't be pleasant, but I have some ideas about how to improve the experience."

"Will it hurt her?" Angel's voice was filled with concern. I did my best not to hear; sometimes, that was the better course with my former mistress.

"Nowhere near as much discomfort as she has already been subjected to, but receiving shocks isn't like traditional pain; it's more like pins and needles. What we need is a distraction, so I think we should make it into a game."

"A game?" Angel sounded sceptical. I tried to hide my trepidation. My former mistress had liked 'games', pitting one of us against another with painful penalties for the one who lost.

"Yes," Mistress seemed amused. "As her new owner, you can participate. When I order the electrified butt plug for her, I'll get a device for you which stimulates your pelvic floor muscles with electric shocks so that you can exercise together. After all, she has a real penis and will enjoy playing with you a lot more if you're nice and tight."

"Really," Angel sounded sceptical again but not opposed to the idea. "So, what's the game?"

"One way or another, she'll need to be milked at least once a day." Mistress pointed out.

"Milked?" Angel scoffed.

Mistress merely shrugged and continued. "You'll have 30 minutes to try and get her off while you're both receiving shocks. She will try to hold back."

"What's the prize?" Angel asked.

"If she manages to hold back her orgasm, she can cum inside you in the orifice of her choice. Given I think you'll enjoy that a little too much, that might have to be after she's watched me issue you with a penalty. I'm sure I'll think of something."

Angel squirmed but seemed pleased by the prospect, much to my own surprise. "I think it'll be a bit one-sided. I can probably get her off in 30 minutes or less every time," she pointed out.

"I was thinking of a handicap. Perhaps you should be gagged, so you can't use your pretty little mouth, and with your hands cuffed behind your back." Mistress sounded amused, but I dared not look up at her face to check.

"No!" Angel exclaimed in good-natured outrage.

"Yes, I think that would level the playing field nicely."

Angel shuddered and stroked my arm. "We're going to have so much fun," she declared enthusiastically. I dared not make eye contact, unsure as to who would be having 'fun' and how much it would hurt.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Mistress cautioned. If you're going to be the one mostly taking care of her, you need to learn a few things. Let me teach you how to properly take her over your knee."

"Really? Surely, we don't want to inflict that on her." Angel argued.

"Trust me, Angelica. She needs strict discipline but also to know how we can mix pleasure and pain. Our agreement extends to her in that regard." Again, I wasn't sure what was happening, but I assumed there would be pain in my future and tried to steel myself against it. Sure enough, Angel set me back on my feet and removed my skirt and knickers before laying me over her thighs and across the leather top of the sofa.

What followed was unexpected and different. My former mistress used to beat me with various implements when she felt I had been bad, or sometimes, just because she wanted to. On this occasion, Mistress carefully instructed Angel how to beat me with the flat of her hand, but it wasn't as simple as that. There was a lot of other touching between strokes, which made the whole experience very different. As the lesson continued, I began to get hard and had to resist cumming in Angel's silken lap.

Finally, Mistress had Angel pick me up and sat me in her lap with my back to her. She left and returned with towels and wipes and ordered Angel to finish me off. I tried so hard not to climax without permission, but Angel seemed well-practised and persistent. Finally, to my abject shame, I came over Angel's fingers and the towel laid in my lap. I had tried to use every ounce of self-control to hold myself back, but there was nothing I could do. I slumped and sobbed and awaited my punishment.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" Angel hugged me in a way which confused me completely. I thought maybe Mistress would be the one to punish me for my gross infraction.

"This illustrates my point, Angelica," the older woman pointed out. "She has been conditioned not to cum without permission, with severe penalties for her if she fails. That's why you will need to milk her yourself daily until she gets over this. The shock therapy will cover that in the short term, but later, she'll still need help and permission to achieve satisfaction."

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Angel dried my tears, and it slowly dawned on me that I wouldn't be punished. I looked her in the eye for the first time and saw nothing but compassion there, a rare thing in my life.

"She needs a new name," Angel declared. "I'm not going to call her 'Hole'. It's a horrible name."

"What would you suggest?" Mistress asked, seemingly willing to let Angel take the lead in such matters.

"She's so small and cute; I was thinking something like 'Fairy', but that sounds like a very bad idea. How about 'Pixie'?" Mistress shrugged and nodded. Angel turned to me, gently turning my head to face her so that she could ask me directly. "Would you like to be called 'Pixie'? It means little magic person, I suppose, with a hint of mischief. Would you like that?" I found it very strange for my owner to ask my opinion. I felt like I was being tested, unsure what would happen if I gave the wrong answer. I gave the barest of nods, causing Angel to beam and nod in return. "Pixie." She declared and pulled me to her warmly.

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In the days which followed, new clothes and equipment arrived. Unlike my first morning, I spent most of my time unfettered and without a gag. Mistress and Angel quickly discovered that I only had an inner voice that they couldn't hear but that I could hear and mostly understand their voices. They weren't angry at this, and Angel began to teach me how to make words with my hands, which was odd but very useful. Finally, I could make someone understand at least a few of the things I said with my inner voice; it was a strange freedom that I'd never experienced.

They had a nervous elderly doctor examine me. It seemed that both he and I were comforted by Angel's presence. He could see no reason why I had no outer voice and fitted a tiny device beneath the skin of my shoulder blade with a minimal amount of pain. Angel told me it was so that she and Mistress could keep me safe, which I didn't understand, but I wasn't sure that protesting would do any good.

I was bound for the sessions with the electrified butt plug. My former mistress had used my rear hole excessively, so I was used to being plugged, but as Mistress predicted, the shocks were unpleasant. However, having Angel try to make me cum at the same time was very effective at diverting my attention and at making me keen to participate in the sessions.

I was surprised that there was no penalty for failure. It took me a week before I could hold back enough to win the prize. I was also astonished that Angel's penalty for losing was to be taken over Mistress's knee and soundly spanked. Although the younger woman kicked and protested during her punishment, she and Mistress were affectionate and loving towards each other immediately after.

They both seemed keen for me to claim my prize, even when I chose to take Angel in the rear, having previously experienced her other orifices. I remember Angel wiggled her backside invitingly and showed no fear or trepidation at any discomfort in store. As it was, we both enjoyed the experience greatly and I looked forward to our stimulation sessions thereafter.

I was jealous of the relationship between Angel and Mistress. I watched astounded as they could argue, and Mistress would cause Angel pain and discomfort in a limited way, but they would just as quickly be kissing or making love soon after. Often, but not always, they would include me in their lovemaking, which was heavenly as they took charge of me and ensured that I reached my share of climaxes at their hands, something unheard of under my previous mistress.

In that first month or so, Angel hugged me a lot, and Mistress took me over her knee a lot but managed to do so in such a way that I enjoyed it and usually ended up receiving an orgasm that I would reciprocate whenever she allowed me. Angel also introduced me to the old woman who cooked all of the meals. Regularly, they would sit and sip hot milky drinks accompanied by sweet biscuits in the middle of the afternoon and chat. They introduced me to the beverage they so enjoyed, and although I couldn't participate in their conversation, I listened avidly and enjoyed being included.

Sleeping arrangements could get complex. Angel appeared to want to sleep with both me, so that I wouldn't be lonely, and Mistress, because she loved her and they craved each other's company. On many of the early nights, we slept three to a bed, whether sex was involved or not. One of the outfits Mistress bought for me was a fleecy suit, which allowed my arms to be tied around me and my legs to be tied together. Angel very much liked cuddling me in that arrangement, and although it reminded me a little of my former mistress' pet 'Teddy', there was no carnal aspect to it. My nightmares of my former home began to fade.

There came a point where Mistress needed to be away for days at a time. Although she had wanted Angel to accompany her, in those first few months, she refused, saying that it was important for her to stay with me. Although Mistress had been initially annoyed at this, Angel suggested a solution.

While Mistress was away, Angel was locked into the metal harness she had worn the night we met. Mistress would take the key with her. Although this didn't stop Angel from pleasuring me in the bedroom, it prevented me from giving her any form of sexual release in return. When Mistress returned, Angel had her harness unlocked and would take her lover to bed with extreme enthusiasm. That seemed to appease Mistress for the time we spent without her.

On one occasion, Mistress returned with a pair of guests. The first was an older woman who took me over her knee almost immediately but was very skilled and took great pleasure in stimulating me in the process. The other appeared to be a pet like me, a young woman with short hair. Angel led us both on leads to my room, where we were released, and the new pet became intensely curious about me. She was kind and chatty and smiled at me almost as much as our young maid. She also took the opportunity to give me pleasure without expectation of reciprocation.

Summer became autumn, and autumn, winter. The shock treatments were successful and I was able to sleep dry nights unaided. Angel switched to daily milking sessions in which she used various combinations of carefully shaped vibrating butt plugs, vibrators attached to my dick and manual manipulation to ensure any pent-up juices were released, whether I wanted to release them or not.

Angel spent her days trying to teach me letters and numbers, something difficult with only an inner voice, but she persevered, and both she and Mistress enjoyed reading to me until I could enjoy reading to myself.

Angel began accompanying Mistress on her trips abroad, leaving me in the company of the servants. Those were my loneliest nights. My nightmares about my former life were seldom, but it was hard to sleep without sharing my bed with a warm, comforting bedfellow. One cold night, when the rain fell against my window, I couldn't stand lying awake in loneliness any longer. I wandered through the house in darkness until I found the door I was looking for. With my heart in my mouth, I knocked.

I was relieved when Pretty opened the door. Angel had told me her name was 'Anika', but I called her 'Pretty' in my inner voice because of how much I liked her smile. I'd never seen her out of uniform. She was barefoot in tracksuit bottoms, a vest top and a warm cardigan. Her hair was down instead of tied up as she had it when she worked, which made her name even more appropriate.

"Pixie? What's wrong?" She stood back and gestured for me to enter her little room. I stood in the middle of the floor, staring down at the rug, not sure how she would treat me.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, her voice full of concern. Unable to express myself in any other way, I slipped the shoulder straps of my nightie and let it drop to the floor. I hadn't worn knickers, so I stood naked before her, my eyes downcast, embarrassed and unable to tell her of my need.

Pretty came over and stroked my bare arms tentatively. "What do you want, Pixie?" she asked with her little voice, her accent thickening a little. I finally plucked up the courage to look up at her to see her eyes filled with concern. I moved my hands slowly, brushing her cardigan open and off her shoulders.

"Oh," surprise played across her features to be swiftly followed by pleasure. She leaned down and kissed me as Angel had done many times in the past, but this was different. A whole universe of feelings was conveyed in that kiss. As it broke, Pretty made no moves to stop me as I stripped her clothes away. She pulled me into her little bed, and we tasted the sizzling desire which had been in every shy little smile she had ever given me.

I slept with her every night after that, my beautiful golden-haired lover. We would explore each other's bodies and then hold each other until dawn. When my owners returned from their trip, we faced an awkward situation. Eventually, Pretty resolved that we should broach the situation with Angel.

"Pixie has been sharing my bed while you were away," Pretty began nervously. Her hand reached for mine, and I held it tightly.

Angel was confused for a moment, but when she saw us clutching each other, understanding dawned.

"Well," she frowned as she began to think about the implications. "That has to stop," she declared at last. "If you're going to sleep together, it should be in Pixie's bed. It's much bigger." She smiled at me fondly, like I was a baby which had taken its first hesitant steps.

"What about Mrs McCarthy? What's she going to say?" Pretty's voice quivered causing me to give her hand a squeeze.

Angel nodded, seemingly seeing our predicament. She considered the problem and then looked up decisively. "I think she'll be OK if I talk to her in the right way." She gave a confident nod, but didn't elaborate.

"What way?" Pretty asked.

"I think I can square it, but I'll need a bit of help. Get me a straight jacket, a butt plug, some lube and a blindfold. I'll need some help getting into all of that in the playroom, and for someone to call Victoria to join me." Angel smiled with relish.