Fresh Meat

“You seem different, chick. Has something happened? Something good, I mean?” Grandma gave Angie a curious smile as she looked the girl over.

“No,” Angie replied, completely failing to prevent herself from flushing. She had felt different since Friday. The fact that she had indulged in sex, proper, honest to god, penetrative sex, made her feel smug all over. She felt like she had a secret upper hand on her sisters and their celebrity watching, Freya and her teen magazines and Kelly and whatever she had with Rayan.

But it wasn’t just the physical act; it was the fact that she was in a relationship with someone, and not just some boy from down the street. She still wasn’t quite sure how she felt about being with a woman, certainly one so much older, but her uncertainty in that regard was fading.

“You certainly don’t look like you need any meditation today,” Grandma observed, “or is your current state because you’ve been doing it every day?”

“What do you mean?” Angie felt like she had a big red sign over her head flashing ‘not a virgin’ for everyone to see. She knew she needed to hide the fact, agreeing with Victoria that ‘discretion’ was necessary. Although boasting was all well and good, doing so would raise far too many awkward questions, so she had to keep her achievement to herself.

Grandma squinted at the girl. “I don’t know, lighter? Less troubled? Like you’re no longer carrying the weight of the world around on your shoulders.”

“Maybe it’s because it’s half term next week. No school for seven whole days?” Angie thought herself tremendously clever for offering the suggestion; after all, she wasn’t lying, nor would she want to lie to her grandma.

But grandma didn’t have the wool so easily pulled over her eyes. “Hmm, I think maybe you made progress with that hypothetical boyfriend of yours.”

Still flushed, Angie clammed up, unsure where to take the conversation next without revealing more than she wanted to.

Her silence caused Grandma to crack a smile. “Oh, Angie. It’s OK, I won’t tell anyone, and you don’t have to say any more. I’m just glad that things are working out for you at long last.” She rested a comforting hand on the tall girl’s arm. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“That you’ll be careful. Respect yourself; don’t let yourself be pressured into doing anything you don’t want to.”

“I promise, Grandma,” Angie replied, champagne bubbles of joy still flowing within her.

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“Angelica, I love your new look. What’s the occasion?” Victoria glowed exuberantly as Angie hung up her coat.

Angie blushed, not just at Victoria’s use of her full name, but also because she had gone to some effort over her outfit and look and was pleased Victoria had noticed. “It’s half-term week, I haven’t been in school.” She wore a white blouse with short puffed sleeves and a subtle flowery pattern, her best jeans and trainers.

Victoria gently pulled the girl close to examine her better. “I love the blouse, but jeans? It still feels like you’re hiding yourself.”

Angie was a little crestfallen, “really? What would you suggest?”

Victoria purred in thought for a moment. “Leggings. Something figure-hugging and sparkly, not dull. A pair that goes all the way down to your ankles to show off your lovely long legs and the shape of your incredible backside, my dear.” She moved a hand down to cup Angie’s rear encouragingly.

Still blushing, Angie managed to recover. “I didn’t want to give away too much to anyone seeing me on my way here.”

Victoria nodded appreciatively, “And I love your hair,” she ran her fingers along one of Angie’s tight Dutch braids. She usually wore her hair in a simple ponytail, but wanted to make more of an effort. “They will be very useful this evening.”

“Useful?” Angie was startled.

Victoria grasped a tight lock of Angie’s hair, “because they allow me to do this.” She used her control over Angie’s head to guide their lips together. The older woman’s tongue was forceful and demanding. Angie did not interfere, enjoying being the focus of her lover’s attention. As they pulled apart, Angie sighed with pleasure, her eyes still closed.

“Come, my dear. I have something new to show you.” Victoria beckoned her upstairs.

They were soon in the bedroom, naked, with Angie lying back on the bed, glowing with anticipation.

Victoria sat on the bed next to her and produced four long scarves. “These aren’t the best for what I have planned, but they might serve as a gentle introduction.” Taking one, she tied it around Angie’s wrist and then to the corner of the metal bedstead. She repeated the act with her other hand. “How’s that? Not too tight?”

Angie tested her bonds. She had a little freedom of movement but not much. Either way, the blood flow to her hands wasn’t constricted. “It’s OK, but what...?”

“I’m not finished yet, my dear. I’ll explain in a moment.” Victoria replied playfully before she moved down to Angie’s ankles and secured them to the footboard, holding her in a spread-eagled position.

“What’s going on?” Angie asked, nervous. To some extent, she enjoyed playing in the bedroom with Victoria, but she wasn’t sure where matters were going.

Victoria appraised Angie lightly, then began running her fingers across her body, along her flanks, down her inner thighs. Angie shuddered at the contact. She flinched as her sensitive spots were caressed and tried to recoil, only to be held in place by the scarves.

“Does that feel good?” The older woman asked.

“Y-y-yesss.” The continued stimulation caused Angie to stammer and hiss.

“But if you weren’t tied, you’d probably be curled up in a ball right now, don’t you think?” Victoria stroked the sensitive flesh of Angie’s sides below her rib cage as if to demonstrate.

“Yes!” The girl yelped.

“Then,” Victoria intoned, withdrawing her hands, “the very act of allowing yourself to be tied is an admission that you want to enjoy the increased pleasure I offer despite your instinct to prevent me, is it not?”

“I suppose.” Angie couldn’t see a fault in Victoria’s logic.

The older woman moved in so that she could nuzzle the prone girl’s cheeks and whispered, “you surrender control to me so that I can bring you to new heights of pleasure.” Angie purred her agreement.

“There’s just one more addition.” Victoria sat up again.

“What?” Angie asked languidly.

“This.” Victoria bought something soft and black over Angie’s eyes. It was cool but quickly warmed with her body. She felt a strap slipped over her braids to hold the blindfold to her head. Although she could open her eyes, the dark was all-encompassing.

“W-w-what’s this?” Angie stuttered, beginning to shiver involuntarily.

“It’s a sleep mask, like the ones people use on long-haul flights. What’s wrong, Angelica?”

Angie could hear the concern in Victoria’s voice, but it was distant, coming from somewhere outside the black pit she felt herself falling into.

“Why do I need to be blind?” She couldn’t keep her voice from shaking. She was in the dreaded black place; a place she hadn’t been since she was a little girl. She felt the older woman straddle her and then the hot touch of her skin as she lay on top of her, holding her full weight at bay. Her scent was close, intoxicating.

“Talk to me, Angelica.” The siren whispered in her ears.

“My stepdad,” was all Angie could manage to say, still shaking uncontrollably.

“He abused you?” Angie could hear the deceptive power of the lioness in Victoria’s voice: powerful, ready to strike down a threat to her pride.

“No!” Angie twisted, blindly trying to face her lover. “He’s never laid a hand on me.”

“But?” Victoria challenged, a massive blow from her be-clawed paw withheld.

“He’d give my sisters a smack when they were naughty, but he’s too afraid of Mum to ever touch me like that.”

“What did he do instead?” Victoria’s hot breath was in Angie’s ear, blowing stray hair to tickle her face.

“He’d lock me in the under-stairs cupboard. It was small and cramped and so dark. I couldn’t get out, and he wouldn’t let me out until he thought I’d learned my lesson.” Angie’s breath came out in gasps as she re-lived the horror of a child trapped in the dark. Brian hadn’t used that form of punishment in years and never did when Angie’s Mum was around. More to the point, they no longer lived in the place with the dreaded cupboard, and in a household of two adults and four children, no such space was available.

Angie jumped in her bonds as she felt Victoria’s nose brush her cheek, having almost forgotten she was there.

“You’re not alone in the dark, Angelica. You’re with me, in this womb, and I won’t let anyone from outside touch you.” Angie could hear the muted roar of the lioness in Victoria’s voice, powerful, steady, reassuring. Her shaking subsided, warmed as she was by the woman on top of her. She began to nuzzle back at the invisible face so close to her own.

After a few minutes of primitive, primal contact, Victoria rolled to one side, still draped over the bound girl, but with the bed beneath taking the majority of her weight. She began to stroke and caress the girl’s body, occasionally running her fingernails along a particularly sensitive spot, causing Angie to gasp.

“Sometimes, we have to embrace the darkness,” Victoria purred before planting a kiss on the struggling girl’s lips.

Angie’s world was reduced to pure sensation, driven by Victoria’s whims. Her body became attuned to the older woman’s touch, stimulating her to the point of arousal. But her instructor was taking her time, as always. She wanted to prolong the experience, and after an ever-increasing set of moans from her student, Victoria offered the gag, which Angie received with willingly parted lips.

After a prolonged session, Victoria brought Angie to a muted but powerful climax, which left the girl limp and exhausted, as if every ounce of experience and pleasure had been wrung from her. Angie was panting like an athlete as Victoria undid the gag.

Though blind, Angie was conscious of Victoria shifting her weight on the bed. She knew she was still close, able to tell her womanly scent mixed with her favourite perfume. She jerked in her bonds as she felt warm breath and the enthusiastic lap of a tongue on her sex and then was equally surprised when she felt the hot touch of Victoria’s pussy lips against her mouth.

Eagerly, Angie stretched out her own tongue, and an unspoken competition ensued between the cavorting bedfellows to see who could get the other off first. The difficulty of trying to do anything whilst being eaten out made matters all the more challenging for the inexperienced Angie, but she was determined to satisfy her lioness, given the pleasure and comfort she had already received.

In the end, it was a closely run race, Victoria cumming first but being experienced enough to continue long enough to get Angie off soon after. Laboriously, the panting woman on top re-arranged herself to be draped across her bound charge once more.

“Do you think you like this enough to want to explore it more in future?” Victoria asked, breathless.

“Definitely,” Angie panted, a big smile on her face and post-coital champagne bubbles permeating her body.

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“You never answered my question. Why the blindfold?” Angie called from the dining room as Victoria decanted their evening meal.

Victoria smiled to herself. The evening had progressed far better than she had expected, even given the unexpected speed bump of Angie’s fear of the dark. However, that had worked out to her advantage, allowing her to increase the girl’s dependence upon her.

“The blindfold is a final act of submission. It means not only can you not prevent whatever I’m about to do, you don’t know what it will be. It heightens your sensitivity, making the whole experience much more intense.” Victoria explained as she placed the starters on the table.

Although it was expensive to have Janik pick up pre-prepared meals from up-market restaurants in the city and deliver them to her door, the results were impressive nonetheless. As long as Angie didn’t catch sight of her assistant, the illusion of their isolation was maintained. Angie’s appreciation for the sumptuous meal was evident as she inhaled deeply over her plate and smiled in anticipation.

“Did you enjoy our little session then, my dear?” Victoria asked, dipping a corner of hard bread into a mixture of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Angie looked up from her dish and cast her mind back, “it was,” she searched for the right word, her eyes open wide and nodded, “intense.” At Victoria’s raised eyebrow, she elaborated, “Yes. I loved it once we got started. I’d do it again.”

Victoria nodded with satisfaction, wondering how willing a pet she could turn Angelica into. “There are many more interesting ways to bind you to increase the level of arousal. This was just a taster.”

“There’s more?” Angie's cheeks flushed.

“Oh yes, Angelica, we’re just getting started. There are lots of ways to spice up the bedroom experience, but we’ll take it slow and explore the bondage angle for a while before we move on.” Victoria was pleased to read a mixture of trepidation and excitement on the teenage girl’s face. She was the perfect mark, inexperienced but willing and adventurous. Victoria looked forward to the day when she would possess her completely.

The hostess decided to change the subject to something more innocuous. “You mentioned your stepfather earlier. Tell me about the rest of your family.” Although she already knew plenty about Angie’s background from Angus Scott’s dossier, Angie didn’t know that, and it might relax her to get back onto familiar ground.

“I never knew my real dad. He was knocked over by a car not long after I was born.” Angie didn’t seem sad at this, as if it was just a fact of life. “Mum remarried Brian and had twins, Robyn and Shania. They’re about five years younger than me. Mum really wanted a little boy, so she had Nate, Nathan, 3 years ago. He was born with Down syndrome. He had a tough time health-wise for the first few years, but he’s OK now, and we all love him to bits.” Angie smiled with undisguised pleasure when describing her little brother. Then she looked up. “Do you have family?”

Surprised by the question, Victoria decided how much of the truth to reveal. “No, not really.”

“You live alone?” Angie showed surprise.

“No. I have an estate. I couldn’t manage it all on my own. I have an assistant to help with the business side of things, a couple of maids to take care of the house, a cook, a driver and an estate manager to deal with the surrounding land.”

“Wow, I hadn’t realised how rich you were.” Feeling awkward, Angie blushed.

“Not that rich,” Victoria decided to brush the matter aside. “The estate is ancestral, inherited. It’s not that big and rather inconveniently located in the middle of nowhere. While there is a lot of surrounding land which is part of it, it isn’t actively farmed. There is a small farmyard, but it doesn’t get much attention these days.”

“But you have other places?”

“I travel a lot for business. It’s often worthwhile having little way stations, a flat or an apartment in a strategic location. It cuts down on the toing and froing.”

Angie looked down at her plate of expensive food. “I still don’t understand why you’d want a poor city rat like me.”

Victoria could see her uncertainty and needed to tamp it down quickly. “Oh, Angelica. If you prove anything, it's that your start in life is meaningless. You are young, beautiful, intelligent; the world could be yours for the taking.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Angie raised her gaze but didn’t make eye contact.

Pleased that the girl had taken the bate, Victoria didn’t even feel she needed to lie to reel her in. “My dear Angelica, I think I’ve amply demonstrated my feelings towards you. I breathe your exquisite beauty in whenever you cross my threshold. That’s why your look today was a particular delight. I know you can’t dress for the occasion every week, but perhaps you could continue to style your hair? As it is now or in other ways? Variety is the spice of life, after all.”

Cringing pink at the compliment, the girl just managed to mutter, “sure.”

Victoria left the girl to enjoy the glow of appreciation while she delivered the main meal. She returned to find Angie enraptured by the music which had been playing discretely in the background.

“You played this last week, but I was too preoccupied to realise. What is it?” Angie asked.

“Opera, one of my favourites. Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful.” The voice of the female vocalist soared as she spoke. “What is she singing about?”

Victoria nodded in appreciation; she loved opera and the fact that Angie appreciated it was another mark in her favour. “She’s singing of her lost lover. It’s a long and complicated story. Do you like opera or any music, for that matter?”

Angie frowned, perhaps uncomfortable with her ignorance. “Not really. I occasionally hear odd things that I enjoy, like this, but the stuff my sisters listen to turns me off completely.”

Victoria leapt at another opportunity to mould her perspective pet. “Don’t feel bad, Angelica. We can explore opera together. Making love to opera is a powerfully intense experience. We’ll have to try it sometime.”

Angie blanched at the thought, her eyes open wide.

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“The perfect kiss isn’t just a battle of tongues,” Freya read aloud from her favourite teen magazine to try to bring Angie out of her revelry. She felt like her friend had been distant since before the half-term holiday, like she had something constantly on her mind. She hoped the article on kissing styles and techniques might rouse Angie’s interest.

Freya herself had kissed a boy with tongues for the first time in the summer, before she had moved. She had been at a party. There had been some illicit alcohol involved, but she had gotten away with it because she wasn’t likely to see the boy in question again due to her planned relocation.

“I’m more interested to know what a boy's like in bed,” Angie offered, staring into the breaktime crowd, as usual.

“What do you mean?” Freya asked, pleased that she had managed to engage Angie’s interest.

“Take Rayan, for example,” Angie nodded towards where The Set was gathered.

“Chosen completely at random,” Freya giggled.

Angie ignored her and continued, “I mean, is he gentle or forceful in bed? Does he always want to be on top? Does he stick to the vanilla missionary position or want something more kinky?”

Whole vistas of images opened up in Freya’s imagination. Kissing was one thing, but leaping into bed seemed like a dim and distant destination to her. She focused her attention on the object of Angie’s unrequited affections and considered the question.

“I think your Rayan would be a dull missionary position kind of guy,” Freya pronounced. She didn’t see what Angie saw in the boy. He was popular and athletic but seemed shallow and dull to her. She turned her attention to her own beau. “I bet Adam, on the other hand, might be more forceful, would throw me to the bed and ravish me hard.” Freya loved the concept. It made her feel tingly inside despite not really understanding what being ravished by a boy might actually feel like.

This cracked a smile from the recently subdued Angie. “But would you let him tie you up, maybe use a blindfold?”

Freya flushed as she tried to imagine what it might be like to be tied to a bed while Adam Sanchez was free to roam over her entire body and baulked. “No. I think what you said about him the first time out has put me off. I don’t think I’d trust him enough.”

Her friend looked over, curious. “But you would let the right kind of boy do it?”

Freya tried to imagine what ‘the right kind of boy’ might be like, given the limited specimens available to inspire her. “Maybe?” She conceded.

“What would the right kind of boy have to be like then?” Angie’s question felt like a challenge.

Freya tried to take her mind away from the limitations of the playground and thought. “Well, trustworthy, obviously; I wouldn’t want him to think he can get away with whatever he wants. Careful. He’d have to be good with his hands, maybe his tongue.” She paused and purred at the thought of having a boy do to her with his tongue, what she had only seen alluded to in her teen magazine. “Is it wrong that I want to find the right kind of boy to tie me up now?”

“No,” Angie replied, her attention wandering back out into the crowd, “it sounds like fun.”