Fresh Meat

“Are you going to tie me up again?” Angie asked after sharing a ritual welcoming kiss with her mature lover.

Victoria was pleased with the anticipation demonstrated by her pupil since she had introduced bondage play to their Friday evening routine a few weeks before. She pulled Angie’s ill-fitting school jumper up over her head but stopped with her eyes covered and arms caught. “Would you like me to tie you up, Angelica?”

With only her mouth and cheeks visible, her arms trapped above her head, Angie blushed. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, a flush beginning to show.

Victoria allowed herself a secret smile; the girl was tethered to her by an invisible leash of her desire. All she had to do was gently tug, and Angie would continue to follow. She reverted her features to something more solemn before pulling Angie’s top clear.

“Actually I had something else in mind.”

Disappointment was evident in the girl’s face. “I’d like to try some roleplay,” Victoria continued, ignoring the look.

Angie frowned. “What? Like acting. I’m not very good at drama.”

“I think you’ll be a natural, my dear. First, we need to get you into costume.” Victoria was finding it difficult to hide her anticipation.

“Costume?” Angie sounded dubious.

“Luckily you’re already dressed for the part of 'school girl'.”

Angie was caught, speechless and that made it easier for Victoria to take her hand and draw her into the living room. “We’re not playing in the bedroom?” Nervousness had crept into the girl’s voice. Victoria could tell that she had begun to enjoy their routine and this unforeseen diversion threatened the pleasurable release she was so eagerly anticipating.

Victoria sat in the middle of the sofa leaving Angie standing before her. The curtains were drawn and the lights were muted creating the perfect atmosphere for what Victoria had in mind. “Come and lie across my lap.” She beckoned with a single commanding finger.

Awkwardly, Angie did as she was told, her midriff supported by Victoria’s thighs, her head and arms dangling on one side and her legs on the other, the toes of her stocking feet dragging in the thick pile of the carpet below.

Even bent over, Angie’s overly long skirt reached to the back of her knees. Victoria raised the garment and draped it over the small of her back, enjoying the view of her student’s shapely legs hidden in the expensive black tights which had been her gift. She placed a warm hand on Angie’s behind, causing her to jump a little. As the shock subsided, Victoria began to fondle her ample buttocks through the layer of enclosing nylon.

“Does that feel nice?” Victoria asked, her voice quiet, relaxed.

“Yes, but…” Angie began but was unable to articulate her doubts. Victoria could see she felt vulnerable.

“You don’t like this position? Why not, my dear?”

Again, the girl struggled for words and fidgeted as Victoria’s experienced hand continued to roam, unchecked.

“Could it be that it’s because you don’t feel in control like this?”

Angie murmured her agreement as the pleasure of Victoria’s caress began to have an effect.

“But isn’t that just like being tied up? You surrender control to me, hoping you will enjoy the result.”

“I suppose,” Angie conceded, her voice a little distant.

Whilst trying to reign in her own anticipation, Victoria peeled down the waistband of Angie’s tights and then drew her new white knickers to join them. Her pupil began to moan and fidget beneath her as the removal of clothes gave Victoria’s hand better access. The older woman took her time despite her instinct to rush, knowing that preparation was everything. Her caress extended to the girl's inner thighs and the crinkled brown star nestled between her buttocks.

“I’m going to try something new now,” she warned before bringing her hand down in a light slap on Angie’s flawless left buttock. The girl yelped and brought a hand around to protect her exposed behind. Victoria had been waiting for that and expertly captured her wrist and held her arm bent into the small of her back. Another slap on the right buttock and the expected response allowed her to capture the second wrist and hold them both in one hand.

“What…?” Was all Angie could manage before Victoria unleashed a run of harder blows causing the girl to writhe and cry out in earnest. Then suddenly, she switched to stroking just inside the struggling girl’s moist pussy lips which caused an even more violent movement from her.

“You see, my dear, we feel pleasure and pain on a spectrum. We enjoy the shift from the base state towards pleasure, but if we begin from a point of pain, that swing is so much greater.” Victoria inflicted another round of slaps on alternate buttocks causing them to flush red as the girl beneath her squirmed, before switching back to a pleasuring caress. The effect on Angie couldn’t be more stark.

“How’s that? Would you like me to continue?” Victoria asked playfully. Against her own ragged breathing, Angie could only nod. “Perhaps it’s time for the gag then.”

The ball fitted between her teeth and her wrists once again trapped in the smaller of her back, Angie lay prone and at Victoria’s mercy. “And now for the role play,” she paused dramatically. “So, you want to be teachers' pet, do you?” She put cold steel into her voice and was gratified as her student dutifully tried to answer in the affirmative, despite the gag. She pulled the girl’s head back using the single tight French braid projecting from it. “Then you shall have to earn it!” She boomed, let go of Angie’s hair and brought her open hand down on the quivering girl’s behind.

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Angie looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was still the same person. She felt stiff. After being taken over Victoria’s knee, they had moved along to the bedroom, Angie’s discarded clothes leaving a trail all the way from the living room. Victoria had brought her to her final orgasm gagged, arms tied behind her back at the elbows and wrists and legs tied bent double. The older woman had been alternately slapping and sucking her nipples and working her clitoris furiously with her other hand. Angie’s climax had been devastating and she had been weak as a kitten even after Victoria had released her and taken her to the shower for her own sexual release.

“Is what we’re doing right?” Angie asked awkwardly as Victoria towelled off her own hair behind her.

Ever attentive to Angie’s questions, Victoria turned to watch the girl’s troubled features in the mirror. “What do you mean? Our affair in general or specifically what we’ve been getting up to recently?”

“What we did tonight,” Angie admitted. She had been scared to see what marks were left on her skin from the various traumas Victoria had subjected her to in the last few hours, but it was hard to tell the flush of injury from that which was created by the steamy shower that followed. “Surely this isn’t what normal people do?” She looked over her shoulder at her lover uncertainly.

“You’d be surprised, my dear.” The older woman dropped her towel and took hold of Angie, turning her into an embrace, terry cloth dressing gown to terry cloth dressing gown. “Oh, I’m sure this isn’t what your parents get up to, and wouldn’t be pleased if they knew you were, but they have four children under their roof, how would they ever have a chance to get up to what we do?”

Angie still felt uncomfortable. “But if people knew what we were doing, I’m sure we’d get into trouble, and that makes me wonder if it’s wrong.”

Victoria stroked her side with a comforting hand. “The prudes may grumble, but we’ve broken no law, Angelica. You are of an age when you can choose to sleep with whomever you like. There can be some kink to that as long as it doesn’t do any permanent damage. More people get up to this than you might think, but this is England, much like Ireland, people are reserved, they don’t really talk about it.”

Angie looked down, still not sure, only to find Victoria lifting her chin with a finger. “You did enjoy our session, didn’t you, my dear?” Angie had felt ecstatic under Victoria’s expert manipulations, it was only now she was having second thoughts. She smiled weakly and nodded. Even if she hadn’t liked it, which she had, it would be hard to refuse her lover’s advances, and that troubled her more.

Victoria caressed her cheek with a warm palm. “Was I too hard on you?”

Angie’s smile strengthened. “No, it felt amazing. I’m just,” she struggled to put her reservations into words. However, as always, Victoria was ahead of the game.

“You’re just worried about what other people would think?” Victoria waited for Angie’s nodded ascent before continuing. “At your age, all you want to do is fit in because being different is ruthlessly persecuted by your peers. Imagine how jealous, secretly or otherwise, the pupils in your class would be if they knew how many orgasms you’ve been given in the last few months which weren't self-induced.”

A well of pride and delight blossomed within Angie so that her smile finally reached her eyes. “You always know just what to say to make me feel better.”

Victoria’s features showed that extra satisfaction she seemed to be somehow able to display without actually cracking a smile. “Good,” she nodded and brought their lips together in a languid kiss.

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“If you answered mostly A, that boy’s a keeper, if mostly B, consider suggesting he work on his pick-up lines and come back later. If mostly C, it sounds like your parents will like him more than you and if mostly D, he's in denial. Consider introducing him to any gay male friends you know.” Freya read aloud to Angie from her magazine. When she looked up, she found Kelly Williams’ brown-skinned face peering down at the article she was reading, with most of the female members of The Set fanned out behind her. Having tucked themselves into a sheltered corner of the playground on that early December afternoon, there was no way for Freya and Angie to get away without wading through them all.

“Trying to get tips for the bedroom, are you?” Kelly sneered. This raised a titter from her entourage. “Which one of you is ‘the man’ in this relationship, anyway?”

Although she towered over most of them, Angie felt a little threatened by the number of people whose attention was currently divided 50% between her and Freya. Strangely, she didn’t feel so threatened by Kelly’s homosexual innuendoes and for the first time, she looked at Freya and wondered seriously what it would be like to take her as a lover.

Her friend had never given any indication that the was interested in girls, despite Angie’s occasional prompting. She was undoubtedly fun and open-minded, and that had been useful to Angie in the last few tumultuous months. In the end, she guessed that Freya must be as straight as an arrow. She always seemed so sure that the aim of life was to get a boy, possibly in her case against his will, and snog him with a view to taking him to bed.

It suddenly dawned on Angie that she didn’t share Freya’s belief that such an escapade would be ultimately rewarding. Was it something Victoria had done to her, or was it something inside which she had merely revealed?

These thoughts passed in the blink of an eye, but Angie still didn’t know how to handle her current situation. Typically, though, Freya was on top of things. She linked arms with her lofty friend and, in a lightly condescending tone, asked, “are we offending your gender identity, Kelly?”

It was easy to see that Freya had touched a nerve. Without really thinking about it, Angie put in, “are you picking on us because things aren’t going so well with Rayan in the bedroom? Maybe we can give him some tips about how to properly satisfy a woman.” A few sniggers issued from behind the accosting girl.

Kelly’s blood was really beginning to boil, but before she could get in an angry retort, Freya beat her to the punch. “Does this mean Rayan might become available in the near future?” She looked her tall companion up and down before turning back to the fuming bully. “I mean, I like Angie, but I also want to keep my options open.”

Getting into the spirit of things and damning the consequences, Angie gave Freya an indignant look, the perfect setup, and Freya didn’t disappoint, returning with her own irate stare. “What?” She demanded theatrically of her friend. “I can be bi if I want to! Don’t question my life choices.” The sniggering behind Kelly had turned into the sound of girls trying not to laugh. Freya continued talking directly to Angie as if Kelly were of no importance. “Maybe we can do a wife swap? I can have Rayan, and you can have Kelly. Let’s face it, you could definitely be ‘the man’ in that relationship.”

Angie gave an appreciative nod and made it appear as if she were giving the suggestion serious consideration as laughter finally broke out within The Set.

“Oh, get a room, you filthy bull dykes!” Kelly yelled, seemingly barely in control, her brown cheeks betraying the faintest flush. She turned on a heel and pushed her way through her cohorts in a struggle to perform the flounce she felt the situation deserved.

After the crowd had dispersed, Freya spoke in a low voice, “trouble in paradise?”

Angie had little sympathy for Kelly’s insecurities. “If Rayan’s got half a brain, he’ll ditch her for anyone else.”

“Maybe she’s his beard?” Freya suggested thoughtfully.

Angie actually gave the concept some serious thought. She had never wondered about Rayan’s sexuality, but now that she thought about it, what benefit could he possibly see in Kelly apart from proof that he was straight?

After a few seconds of silent consideration, they both burst out laughing.

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It had been three or four weeks since Victoria had first taken her student over her knee, and given the cadence of their relationship, Angie wasn’t surprised that something new was in the air. The previous week, Victoria had asked her to skip lunch the following Friday. It wasn’t such a big inconvenience given the sumptuous meals Victoria always laid on after they tussled. However, given it was P.E. on Friday afternoons, Angie was feeling a little shaky by the time she got to Albert Drive.

Perhaps it was for that reason it had been so easy for Victoria to manoeuvrer her into her current predicament, lying naked on her belly, on the bed, her hips raised on a couple of towel-covered pillows and her wrists and ankles secured to the bedstead. The preparation has been more alarming. They had stripped and moved to the bathroom. Then, with some coaxing, Angie had allowed Victoria to squirt a few bottles of water into her bum before allowing her to expel into the toilet. The reason given was to ensure that she was properly clean. Angie’s trepidation continued to mount, but as before, she found it too hard to say no to Victoria.

As usual, the older woman was calm and gentle in her manipulations. Angie no longer had the nagging feeling that she would spring her trap when she was at her most vulnerable. In fact, she thought, she couldn’t get much more vulnerable than her current position.

“You have such an excellent behind, Angelica,” her lover purred, tracing the line where buttock met thigh. Angie couldn’t help but flush as she always did at such compliments. “It’s so beautifully curved and full.” She cupped her cheeks gently and kissed each one, causing Angie to sigh with pleasure. Victoria gently spread the milky globes and planted another kiss directly on her crinkled brown star, making Angie jump.

“That’s why I wanted to make sure you were clean, my dear.” She stroked Angie’s rear entrance with a thumb, causing her to cringe with pleasure against her bonds. Victoria blew gently on it as she pulled away. Angie relaxed again, unsure what was to happen next but anticipating the pleasure eagerly.

Suddenly, Angie heard a rubber snap and awkwardly looked around to see Victoria pulling on a surgical glove. “What...?” was all she could manage to ask, her mind unable to formulate the possibilities.

“I wouldn’t worry unless you see me wearing a shoulder-length glove, my dear.” She held up her littlest finger. “Anal play doesn’t have to hurt and can begin with something as small as this.” She applied a little lubricant from a tube to her pinky finger and gently circled Angie’s rusty star.

“It’s cold,” Angie shuddered, the coolness of Victoria’s finger seeming to travel directly up her spine. Gently, Victoria’s circles became smaller to the point where the tip of her now warmed finger easily entered the girl’s rear entrance. The sensation was weird. True enough, there was no pain. The finger made slow progress until it crested the inside of Angie’s tight ring into her warm, silky interior.

Victoria expertly bent the tip of her finger and massaged the hole gently. “How’s that, my dear? Do you want me to stop?”

“No. It's OK,” Angie breathed, her eyes closed.

Victoria moved her finger in and out and then stealthily replaced it with a different finger and continued her slow piston action.

“It can be so very satisfying to have a good bowel movement, don’t you think? It’s because of the vast number of nerves which make that part of the body extremely sensitive.” Victoria observed. “But the problem is, once it’s done, you feel nothing more.” She switched to her lubricated middle finger. “But when you play like this, you keep feeling that pleasure over and over again.”

Angie could certainly feel the pleasure of Victoria’s lubricated knuckle slipping in and out of her sphincter. Although she felt dubious about what they were doing, Angie couldn’t bring herself to ask Victoria to stop. Her eyes opened in shock as something undulating and hard entered. She looked around again to see Victoria working a thin plastic rod with different-sized balls all along its length. The balls weren’t big and didn’t cause her pain; it was just the surprise change without warning. Angie was still nervous about Victoria switching to something wide and painful.

The older woman met her gaze. “It’s not the toy's girth that’s important, but the ability of the receiver’s muscles to stretch to accommodate it.” She shifted the rod in and out by a few beads. “You are very tight, my dear, but that just means that we need to take it slowly.” Angie began to moan as Victoria expertly manipulated the toy in her virgin arse hole.

“Perhaps it’s time we get the gag before things get more boisterous. Shall we, Angelica?” Victoria’s voice dripped with the honey of sweet promise. Angie could only nod, enjoying the anal stimulation more than she wanted to admit.

The gag fitted, Victoria held up two toys, one a plastic egg trailing a wire, and the other a polished metal cone which tapered back down to a thin neck and terminated in a conical base with a multi-coloured plastic jewel inset. Unable to speak, Angie could only raise her eyebrow in question.

“This,” Victoria raised the egg, “goes in the front to help relieve any momentary discomfort you might feel, and this,” she waved the cone, “will help stretch you a little more, my dear.” The bound girl’s eyes opened wide as Victoria easily slipped the egg into her already dripping pussy. It felt cool and not too big, but as it began to buzz and pulsate inside her, Angie experienced an entirely new sensation.

Her eyes crossed and then closed as she let the vibrations carry her away on a wave of pleasure. In fact, she was completely oblivious to Victoria slowly removing the rod of beads and replacing it with the liberally greased metal plug, at least until it actually began to stretch her rear entrance more extensively. As ever, the older woman was slow, deliberate and careful. She would make a little progress with the metal toy and then withdraw it a little before advancing again.

Angie began to worry about damage when the discomfort of the stretching was evident over the distracting buzz of the egg. Then, suddenly, the widest part of the plug passed her inner ring and popped into place. The conical base prevented it from being fully swallowed. She gave a little muffled yelp as she felt the toy suddenly rush in but recovered quickly, especially with Victoria caressing and stroking her to ease her pain.

Angie had the strangest feeling of being full and wanting to expel. Instinctively she pushed, and the plug projected out from her anus but wasn’t repulsed completely. Victoria took hold of the base of the toy and worked it in and out so that the movement of its widest girth gently stretched Angie. It felt intense and pleasurable, and she began to moan again.

Angie languished, her eyes closed contentedly once more as Victoria played with her, stretching her a little more each time. Her eyes flew open, and she looked around when she felt that the intruder seemed suddenly wider and cooler. She could just see the plug in Victoria’s free hand, suggesting she had swapped it for a larger one. Angie moaned more in despair than pleasure as the new toy stretched her even further before it passed her dilated ring.

Again, Victoria took her time acclimatising her pupil to the new size, working the toy in and out gently. Finally, she reached up and slipped the sleep mask over Angie’s eyes. As everything went dark, Angie’s heart began to flutter with fear but was immediately calmed by Victoria’s whispered voice, flushed with excitement. “It’s time to embrace the darkness again, Angelica. Try to push the plug out without any help.”

Angie focused all of her attention on the polished metal cone embedded deep inside her backside and tried to ignore the egg still merrily buzzing a short distance from it. She bunched her inner muscles and pushed. The rounded inner end of the plug forced her opening wider from the inside. As the effort required increased, so did the stretching discomfort. Angie began alternately grunting and panting in an attempt to force the intruder from her body. Although she couldn't tell, it would feel like she was just on the cusp of expulsion before she had to relent and the plug resettled inside her.

Finally, with what felt like a single gargantuan effort and a muffled groan to match, Angie pushed the plug out completely. Her painfully distended sphincter slowly began to close the hole left by the passage of the metal toy. She became limp in her bonds and panted around the gag to recover. Suddenly, she gave a muted yelp as her slowly closing ring was teased open once more by a new intruder; this one was warmer, textured and with more of a constant girth.

The blindfold was suddenly removed to reveal Victoria wearing her leather harness and the attached dildo embedded halfway in Angie’s backside. The helpless girl looked around in annoyance and pouted as best as she could whilst fitted with a ball gag. The older woman moved slowly but surely, and once she was all the way in, she leaned down to whisper to the scowling girl.

“You’re my bitch, now,” Victoria declared with purr of intense satisfaction, her voice laden with the promise of possession. She gripped Angie’s hips tightly and slowly pulled out, setting up for a pumping rhythm. Angie moaned forlornly, balanced as she was on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. Her discomfort increased as the older woman began thrusting in more rapidly but was countered as Victoria kicked the buzzing egg up to a higher setting.

Angie looked away, unable to take anything in apart from the sensations of being powerfully reamed by her dominant lover. Unaware, she gave a bestial grunt with each inward thrust. She arched her back and pulled against her bonds, but more out of instinct than any intention to escape. She was Victoria’s bitch at that moment; it was all she wanted to be. An animal to be rutted with and bred, to be possessed and pleasured and ploughed by this woman who had become such a vast presence in her life.

Angie’s orgasm, when it came, was painful, exquisite and energetic as her bound limbs convulsed ineffectually. It would have been loud, too if not for the gag, although the noise which did escape was alarming enough.

At some point later, Victoria herself came and collapsed on top of her, a hot, perspiring dead weight of panting woman flesh. The dildo was still firmly embedded inside Angie despite her body’s instinctive efforts to try to push it out. The weight of Victoria’s body prevented its egress, and Angie realised that she would remain impaled at her lover’s pleasure.

Victoria’s weakly flailing hand eventually found the controller for the egg and curtailed its wasp-like buzzing inside Angie’s exhausted body. With one hand, she undid the strap of the gag but left Angie to push it out with her jaw, along with all of the pent-up saliva held behind it.

For a while, all either woman could do was pant, exhausted. “That. Hurt,” Angie managed eventually, gasping each word slowly and carefully, not accusing, just stating.

“Next time, it will hurt less,” the older woman responded from somewhere above with complete confidence. “Do you want there to be a next time, Angelica?”

“Oh yes,” Angie panted and turned her head to nod emphatically.

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Victoria watched hungrily as Angie tried to see in the mirror if there was any damage to her sore rear entrance. It was a little pink but otherwise unharmed. After all, Victoria had given that particular orifice plenty of personal oral attention in the shower and that had soothed her well-ridden student.

Victoria flushed with arousal at the memory of powerfully popping Angie’s cherry as the girl writhed and moaned beneath her. The experience had been more intoxicating than anything they had previously undertaken. Although she didn’t let it show, Victoria was delighted with the progress she had made with Angie. As a delectable fruit, she was almost ripe for the plucking. Perhaps after the rapidly approaching festive season? After all, there was no need to rush things.

“You have that look on your face, my dear,” Victoria observed, noting that Angie was still frowning at her reflection.

“Which look?” The girl asked, embarrassed at being caught looking rather than being naked in front of the older woman.

“The look that says you enjoyed yourself, but now you’re feeling guilty about it.”

Angie shrugged but eventually nodded. “You have to admit, that wasn’t what normal people do in the bedroom.”

“Nonsense,” Victoria countered. “Anal sex is a staple bedroom activity for gay men. Why should they have all the fun? We all have bottoms, do we not? They are all tight and packed with nerve clusters just waiting to be stimulated.”

Angie turned to face her, looking pensive. “But I’m not,” she began.

“A man?” Victoria raised an eyebrow, “Gay? I think having the desire and the right equipment, bodily or otherwise, renders the question meaningless.” She pulled the girl to her gently to provide further reassurance. “All that matters is that no damage was done, and you enjoyed yourself.” She raised the bashful girl’s chin so they could stare into each other’s eyes. “You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you, Angelica?”

Victoria felt a satisfying shiver of pleasure run through the girl, and a warm smile spread across her youthful features.

“Excellent,” the older woman purred.