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Andréa would describe herself as submissive, not in the meek way. Not in the damsel in distress way. Rather in the shepherds dog that protects the herd way.
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Andréa sinks down to her knees in Miranda’s study. The persian mat soft against her eager knees. She can feel her breathing slowing and the tension from her workday melting into a pool around her. Miranda observes her then stands up without a word. The sound of her chair against the hardwood floor loud as she grabs the piece of metal on top of her desk and moves over to the kneeling woman.
“Hair to your right".
Andréa obeys quickly and gracefully. There is no rush, no inherit stress in her well practiced movements. A gentle hand caresses her left cheek, Andréa realises her mistake a beat too late and opens her mouth to rectify it. “Miranda” she breathes out softly but the slap to her cheek still lands, firm but not cruel.
“Don’t forget it.”
The metal settles heavy at the bottom of her neck, the padlock in the front large and clunky, grounding her. Miranda straightens her back and peers down at her. Andréa knows what to do.
“May I kiss your shoes, Miranda?”
She asks despite it. Breaths catching as her arousal builds.
“Yes.”
Miranda says, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of Andréa slipping into her subspace.
“Thank you, Miranda.”
Andréa presses soft and slow kisses across shiny heels. Louboutins. Her eyes flutter shut in submission. First the toes, then up along the sides.
“May I lick your shoes, Miranda?”
Andréa hears how airy her voice has gotten. Feels how wet she’s grown at just being on her knees in front of the older woman.
“You may, good girl.”
Andréa moans at the praise, tongue dragging along shiny leather with practiced need. Tip of shoe, then along the sides. Miranda sits down and crosses her legs. Smiling as Andréa gets the hint. The brunette moves to give the same treatment to her other shoe. Tip of shoe, then up along the sides. Andréa feels herself gets lost in her devotion. Pulled back by the feeling of gentle fingers pulling off her shirt.
“Fold it.”
Miranda reminds and Andréa nods quickly.
“-Yes Miranda.”
A firm tug on her nipples has Andréa back up on her feet.
“Everything off, folded. Then sit on your knees facing the door with your arms in box formation until I call for you.”
“Yes Miranda, right away.”
Andréa sits with her nose almost touching the door. Feels more tension melt off her body at the submissive position her dominant placed her in.
“Keep your knees spread.”
Miranda reminds and Andréa is quick to obey, eager to spread her legs further for her.
“Yes Miranda ”
Time passes slowly, if at all with her back turned to her lover. She hears the sound of her partner coming closer. Feels a hand caress up along her spine. Sending shivers across her skin.
“You’re being so good and patient, my love.”
Miranda praises. Impressed.
“Thank you Miranda.”
Andréa responds. Breaths short and shallow as she feels her arousal spike. Feels her pussy throb.
“With your face against the door, present your holes to me ”
Andréa feels her breath catch at the order. She shuffles back on her knees so she can arch her back, resting her forehead against the door for balance. hands still holding opposite bicep.
“Beautiful ”
Miranda hums, content
“Thank you Miranda, please-”
“Hush my love, patience.”
The new position is more straining and even more humiliating. Her back muscles and thighs straining to keep herself up for her lovers viewing pleasure. Miranda doesn't keep her like that long, just enough to wear her out. Her hand, warm and gentle. Laces into the long soft locks of brown hair and pushes Andréa down, forehead against the hardwood floor. Before guiding her hips further up into the air.
“Good girl.”
She praises with a smile on her lips. Andréa takes a couple of deep breaths, feels her nipples harden impossibly further against the wood below her. Feels herself grow dizzy in arousal.
“Now, you beg.”
Miranda commands. Chuckling lightly.
“Please, Miranda, please, please-”
Andréa feels it pour out of her, earnest and needy. She gasps when she feels the cold tip of a well lubed silicone buttplug. Her heart jumps and Andréa turns her head to look over her shoulder. Miranda is quick to correct her. Fist in her hair, forcing her face back to the front.
“Don’t start.”
Miranda warns and Andréa feels a whine slip past at the reprimand. The toy is pressed in with gentle but steady preassure and it settles with a whine and a moan.
“Thank you Miranda.”
Andréa breathes her name like a prayer. Gentle fingers tease up along her wet folds. Andréa moans, needy and eager but stays still. Feels her thighs tremble.
“Please.”
She tries, feels the hand move further up to spread her folds and pinch her clit. Her entire cunt throbs at the touch.
“Please, I’ve been good, so good for you.”
Miranda chuckles again from behind her.
“Now that isn’t up to you to decide, is it?”
“No Mirada, i’m sorry, just please.”
“No darling, be patient. come here, turn around and face me.”
Andréa obeys wordlessly, big brown doe like eyes peering up in pure awe.
“Last time you came?”
“I don’t know, please.”
Miranda’s smile spreads across her face. Eyes gleaming in that sadistic way she kept locked away until it allowed to surface during these sessions.
“Lie down on my desk,hands behind your head.”
“Yes Miranda.”
She tries to steady her breathing as she hears Miranda walk behind the desk, open her drawer and fetch a set of black leather belts.
“Let me guess, valentino?”
“Hush.”
Andréa bites back a grin as she waits for Miranda to continue. First she restrains Andréa’s arms by wrapping the belt over itself and around the arms before tightening it down with a firm tug. Repeating the same with the other arm.
“Try to resist darling.”
Miranda encourages and Andréa tries to move her arms, but the leather, as always is unforgiving, digging into her biceps. Miranda beams down at her.
“Provoke me again if you want to leave edged and denied again.”
Miranda laughs, hands teasing over restrained arms.
“Please, Miranda please.”
Andréa tries. Feels her body grow weak and pliant.
“Mm, don’t hold back, if you cry nice and prettily I might consider letting you come for me.”
Miranda’s hands guide trembling thighs to rest on her shoulders with a light touch as she older woman sinks down between her legs. Teasing licks and kisses across sensative thighs. Miranda’s hands caress along her hips, moving further up along her ribs, to her chest. Andréa moans, high and needy.
“Please.”
Falling from her lips like a prayer. Her god is between her legs, with her hands on her tits. Rolling her nipples until they hurt so impossibly good. Miranda eats without restraint, but with equal grace she conquers all of life with. Flicking clit with the tip of her tongue just to be mean. Knowing it sends Andréa hurling towards the edge at alarming speed. Andréa can see the light, can feel the orgasm roll through her body like a wave of electricity. but before she can savour it. She feels a sharp sting to her swollen cunt. Instead of the pleasure, she feels an empty ache where her orgasm should have been.
“No, no, oh no please.”
Miranda laughs at her, kissing her thigh again before getting back to eating her out. Two fingers slip in so effortlessly. Miranda adds a third for good measure. Pressing against the plug and Andréa whines loud and needy. Miranda kisses her way up her tummy, up her ribs, up to suck and lick and teeth at her neck like a posessive dog. Andréa moans louder.
“Please, please”
“You’re taking me so well, I’m very proud.”
Miranda praises.
“Look at me.”
Andréa moves her head to watch as Miranda kisses her way back down, between her perfectly spread legs. The sound of her fingers fucking her is an abhorrent squelsh that sounds worse and worse the more her brain focuses on it.
“You’re going to cum for me, and you’re going to keep going until I’m satisfied, is that clear?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes please, please, yes please-”
Miranda dives back in, tongue working her over the edge with coky ease that should be annoying if it wasn’t so hot. Andréa comes with a scream, her whole body caught in the waves of her orgasm as her pussy grow tight. Forcing Miranda to withdraw her third finger and even then it’s almost impossible to move at the same speed until the initial orgasm is gone. But it is quickly replaced with the next. Miranda enjoys the whimpers of overstimulation from above her. Enjoys the feeling of the swollen pussy at her lips and the pleas that fill the room along with the filthy wet squelsh ssounds and gasps.
“Keep count.”
Miranda says and Andréa nods, chest heaving, body still twitching from her last orgasm.
Andréa counts 10.
Then 15.
Then 20.
It hurts, hurts in that wonderful way only Miranda is allowed to hurt her and she finally finds mercy at 25.
She lies on the desk, spent and used. Well fucked and blissed out of her mind as the restraints is released and Miranda pulls Andréa up and off the desk to cuddle on the couch. Andréa finds herself in Miranda’s lap, face in her neck. Hands around her shoulders as she weeps.
“Good girl, my good girl.”
Miranda whispers, hands gentle as they caress across sore muscles and sweaty locks of hair.