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SEEKING SUB FOR HANDLER - UPPER EAST SIDE
Female, 50yo
- Self-starter familiar with role
- Equipment (collar, leash) and protection will be provided
- Immediate pay
- Call (212) 689-1090 evenings only
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Miranda flipped through the Book impatiently, feeling restless from the seemingly-endless week. The house felt surprisingly empty with the girls away for the long weekend, and while there were countless event invitations in her inbox, she felt bored by the prospect of yet another high-society mixer or charity fundraiser with microwaved catering — or worse, a buffet. She pulled off her glasses with a sigh before heading to her liquor cabinet, confident that seven p.m. was hardly too early to take the edge off.
She’d just poured her whiskey before the doorbell rang, followed by a polite knock. Confused, she double-checked that the Book was still on her chair — no way it could be Emily. Finally peering through the peephole, Miranda saw a young brunette smiling on the doorstep. She flung the door open and stared her down.
“Hi! I’m Andy,” the girl said with a grin. It only faltered slightly when Miranda began to narrow her eyes. “Your… substitute dog walker?”
“Dog walker,” Miranda echoed.
Andy — though Miranda noticed that her embroidered Northwestern University jacket said Andrea — nodded. “Yeah, the ad you put out? I spoke to an… Emily, I think her name was.”
Miranda froze, tightening her grip on the front door as she thought of the ad that she’d drafted the week prior in a fit of desperation. It had been nearly a year since her divorce had been finalized and far too long since Jacqueline had departed, for better or worse, for Runway Italia and no longer had use for frequent trips to New York. While Miranda still had no interest in dating, she did have a specific set of needs that suddenly were no longer being met by her former colleague, much less anyone else in the city. There was no way she would get a Manhattan socialite to sign an NDA, so she’d been toying with the idea of someone anonymous who could carry on what she and Jacqueline had established.
Buried under myriad Runway tasks and deadlines, she had foolishly delegated the task of publishing the ad to Emily, assuming that someone who had assisted her for so long would know the difference between advertising a caretaker for Patricia and something more… personal. And that Emily would put Miranda’s number, not her own fucking Runway cell.
“Sorry,” Andy-Andrea said, raising her eyebrows in concern. “Is this… do you not need a dog walker?”
“Where did you find this advertisement?” Miranda said, ready to note the offending publication and send it careening into bankruptcy by the next business day.
“The Personal ads in the Mirror.”
Miranda nearly screamed in frustration. “And you assumed that an ad in the Personal section was a legitimate job offer?”
“Well… yeah." She motioned to a fanny pack on her waist that Miranda hadn’t yet noticed. It was filled with Milkbones. “It mentioned a collar, a leash, and a five-year-old female.”
“Fifty,” Miranda growled. “Five-zero.”
Andrea’s mouth opened and closed as she took this in. “Can dogs live that long?”
Miranda squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Just—get inside, for the love of god.” She ushered her inside, unwilling to have this conversation on her front porch, and locked the door behind them.
“I guess I’m just a little confused,” Andrea said, looking around the hall.
In the warmly-lit foyer, it wasn’t hard for Miranda to appreciate the girl in front of her. She had a few inches on Miranda, all big brown eyes and long, glossy hair. Her outfit was a tragic excuse for athleisure, but it still successfully highlighted the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Miranda only looked up when she heard Andrea’s breath hitch under her stare.
“The ad was not for a dog walker,” Miranda said, letting out a long-suffering sigh to hide her embarrassment at being caught. “Which I had hoped that any fool reading the Personal ads would have deduced, but I suppose we are now beyond hope as a society. I’ll compensate you for your time, and you’ll be hearing from my lawyers on Monday to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”
“A non… oh, right.” Andrea dug through the fanny pack and produced a tightly-folded stack of paper. “Emily emailed this to me, and I signed it with a notary like she asked.” She held it out to Miranda, who didn’t miss the specks of dog treat crumbs and what looked like bike grease smeared on one page. She wondered, with growing horror, if a Citi bike had been this girl’s method of transportation.
Seemingly incapable of prolonged silence, Andrea carried on as Miranda stared at the completed NDA wordlessly.
“I sent references, too, and I’ve signed NDAs for clients before, so this wasn’t a problem. I mean, they all still had to do with pet-sitting, but I’m still a capable person,” Andrea said, her tone settling into something far more serious.
“You have no idea what you’re trying to agree to, Andrea,” Miranda huffed, taking the NDA and tossing it onto the foyer table before heading towards the front door.
“First off, it’s Andy. And if it was a Personal ad, like personal-personal, then maybe I do,” Andrea countered. She puffed out her chest slightly and stayed where she was. “I’m a journalist, you know. I can follow a lead when I need to.”
Surprised by the double entendre, Miranda turned and stared her down, oddly compelled by this sudden confidence. It wasn’t exactly the personality type she’d been imagining when she wrote the ad, but taming this cocky, stubborn no-name journalist was starting to feel like exactly what she needed.
“The thing is,” Andrea continued, raking her eyes down Miranda’s body, “You’re… beautiful. I mean, celebrity, movie-star gorgeous. Why do you have to put out an ad to meet someone?”
Miranda bristled at the backhanded compliment, though it was difficult to ignore the warmth in her gut that it elicited. “That’s hardly your business,” she snapped. Then, against her better judgment, she added, “My situation is… different.”
Andrea lifted an eyebrow, though her cheeks had gone slightly pink. “I can handle different.”
As she ran her tongue inside her cheek, Miranda’s eyes flicked to the crumpled NDA. Ironclad with a six-figure penalty, she doubted that an entry-level professional would risk violating it, and she couldn’t deny the added benefit of this girl clearly having no idea who she was. She clicked her tongue, faced Andrea down, and narrowed the distance between them until they were inches away. Andrea blinked quickly as Miranda wrapped her fingers around her wrist and guided it towards her waistband.
Despite her best attempts to stay levelheaded, it only took running Andrea’s hand over her Chanel slacks for the girl to feel what was underneath her zipper.
Brown eyes went wide again, and Andrea fixed her gaze on where her hand rested. “Oh, you’re… wow. Oh. Okay. So you don’t have a dog. You have…”
“I have a dog,” Miranda said through clenched teeth, smacking Andrea’s hand away as she tried not to fall prey to her growing arousal. “She’s just not here right now.”
Andrea tilted her head slowly and brought her eyes back to Miranda’s. “So we’re alone?”
Miranda took a step back as her heart began to race. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry. You made this big deal about not wanting a dog walker, but the British girl still made this appointment, so you must be expecting something, right?”
“My ad was for a professional, not Emily Elizabeth in joggers.”
“Just because I walk dogs for some extra cash doesn’t mean I can’t do other stuff.”
“What I was expecting is hardly stuff,” Miranda growled.
Andrea rolled her eyes. “Fine. Sex, whatever. I’m not a complete prude.”
Miranda inhaled slowly. “You’re aware of what the ad… mentioned. It was intended for a person with a certain skill set.”
“I already told you — I’m a quick learner.” Andrea fidgeted slightly, and it occurred to Miranda that she might be feeling just as… intrigued as Miranda was by her. The thought excited her more than she’d have liked, though it didn’t totally dissolve her hesitance to become some sort of sexual mentor to a complete stranger.
“A test run, maybe,” Andrea pressed. She bit her lip. “Like a free trial. Just to see if there’s, you know, chemistry.”
“And if there isn’t?”
“I leave and we never speak of this again. Or I come walk your actual dog if… nevermind.”
Miranda couldn’t ignore her arousal any longer — she was practically throbbing, and as she shifted her weight onto one leg, Andrea’s gaze followed. A tiny smirk formed on her lips, revealing a small dimple.
“Fine,” Miranda snapped. “A test run.”
With a deep breath, Andrea closed the gap between them once again, slowly bringing one hand to Miranda’s cheek and looking down at her mouth. The warmth of her palm felt surprisingly intimate, and a total departure from the efficient, emotionless encounter that Miranda had been seeking. Before she could pull away, Andrea’s lips were on hers, plush and soft and unabashedly desperate. Her other hand landed between Miranda’s legs again, and they both gasped into their next kiss as it turned open-mouthed and messy.
“Wow,” Andrea breathed. “Okay, yeah.” She kissed the side of Miranda’s mouth, then her jaw, nipping at the skin there as Miranda tried and failed to keep her breathing steady. Her lips and tongue migrated down Miranda’s neck, sucking lightly along her throat before she pulled away. She pressed her lips together, flicked her eyes to where her fingers had begun fiddling with the clasp of Miranda’s slacks, and dropped to her knees in one smooth motion.
Beaming, she looked up at Miranda. “Down, right? See, I could get the hang of this.”
“Not—here,” Miranda managed to choke, but her fingers were already tangling in thick brown hair as Andrea tugged on her slacks clumsily, completely unfitting to the designer crepe. “Careful, they’re—”
“Jesus,” Andrea muttered, ignoring Miranda’s warning about the luxury fabric as they both stared at the black Natori briefs that, despite their custom cut, were struggling to contain her growing erection. Embarrassed by the clear display of her arousal, Miranda tried to step back, but warm hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs. Andrea’s eyes snapped up to hers.
“As long as—I mean, if you—”
“Yes, yes,” Miranda gasped, her impatience finally getting the best of her as Andrea’s fingers teased the elastic that clung to her hips. She directed her gaze at the foyer wall as she felt the room’s cool air on her skin and heard Andrea’s breath hitch when she was finally exposed. Miranda dug her nails into the girl’s scalp slightly, trying to resist the instinct to pull her closer. Andrea, however, seemed to take this as encouragement, and wrapped her fingers around Miranda’s length and pumped it slowly, once, twice, before resting her hand at the base. Miranda’s hips jerked forward at the sensation, and Andrea looked up at her as she finally brought her mouth to Miranda’s tip.
Miranda groaned at the contact, pulling at the hair tangled around her fingers as Andrea licked the length of her, lathing her tongue across the sensitive skin and coating it with her saliva before she cleaned up the precum that had begun to leak out.
It was too slow, too gentle, and when Andrea looked up at Miranda again, it was clear that she was getting some sort of twisted pleasure out of teasing her like this. Andrea raised her eyebrows slightly — knowingly, even — and if she was aiming to piss Miranda off even further, it worked. Holding Andrea’s head in place, Miranda slowly began to push the rest of her cock inside her mouth, delighting in the muffled squeak that it elicited. But Andrea didn’t back away, even when Miranda loosened her grip, and instead placed her free hand on Miranda’s in silent encouragement.
Miranda steadied her grip, keeping Andrea’s head still as she pulled her cock out until only the tip remained in her mouth. Her shaft was covered in the girl’s saliva, and Miranda groaned as Andrea began to suck again in earnest. Her impatience got the better of her, and Miranda picked up the pace, shoving her cock back into Andrea’s mouth — first, just inch-by-inch, then finally hitting the back of her throat with one strong thrust. She moaned at the sensation and heard Andrea inhale sharply through her nose as she let Miranda use her mouth.
With Andrea’s hand pumping at her base and her lips and tongue worshipping the rest of her, it wasn’t long before Miranda was gasping for air as her muscles began to grow stiff.
“I—I’m close,” she stuttered, loosening her grip on Andrea’s head as she prepared to pull out.
Andrea gripped the base of Miranda’s cock, shaking her head before swallowing her length once again. It only took seconds before Miranda came, choking out a moan as she spilled her cum into Andrea’s throat. Andrea took it diligently, eyes fluttering shut as she inhaled and swallowed, milking Miranda’s cock with her mouth until Miranda couldn’t take it any longer. She finally pulled away as she gasped for air, and Andrea released her with a pop.
Beads of cum dripped from the corner of Andrea’s mouth when she looked up at Miranda, saliva coating her lips and chin. To Miranda’s surprise, she smiled before she wiped her face, ran a hand through her tangled hair, and climbed to her feet.
Shellshocked, pantless, and more turned on than she’d felt in recent memory, Miranda blinked at the dogwalker who, to her abject horror, was still wearing that fucking fanny pack.
Andrea licked her lips, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “Well, now you have another reference, I guess. If you still want… whatever that ad wanted.”
Miranda bent over to pull her slacks back on, trying not to wince at how sensitive she was as she tucked herself back in. “Whatever is far from accurate. There are more qualifications. The collar and leash alone…” When Andrea gave no sign that she was following, Miranda rolled her eyes. “It’s to wear. For…”
Andrea’s eyes finally went wide with recognition, and she squirmed slightly. “Oh. Right. For… you? Or me?”
“You, obviously,” Miranda said with a scoff, though she couldn’t help but picture a scenario where Andrea was the one fucking her. When Andrea squirmed again, her thighs pressing together tightly, Miranda found some of her own confidence returning, and her lips curled into a smirk. “You liked that, hmm?”
It was Andrea’s turn to roll her eyes, though her cheeks were practically maroon by now. “I mean…”
Miranda pursed her lips. She had rarely taken an interest in any partner’s pleasure, but the idea of sinking herself into Andrea, hearing what sounds she might make, and making her come suddenly felt like something she didn’t want to live without.
That wasn’t what this was about, though, and she pressed her shoulders back and crossed her arms. “So desperate,” she chided, feigning disappointment as she headed towards the front door again. “I expect obedience, not preoccupation with one’s own pleasure. I appreciate your… service, but I think only a professional can give me what I need.”
Miranda turned around and lifted a single eyebrow. “That’s all.”
Andrea recoiled slightly, shaking her head. “Okay, you’re right,” she scoffed. “I’m not some sort of sex professional. I might not fit the description of what you’re looking for, and I don’t know much about this… thing you have going on.” She stood up a little straighter and mirrored Miranda’s rigid posture. “But I’m smart, I learn fast and I will work very hard.”
Miranda narrowed her eyes. “I don’t entertain stubborn bitches.”
Andrea’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t back down. “Fine. Okay,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “So I’d be your… your bitch. I’d do whatever you want. I can do that.”
In the end, Miranda’s curiosity got the better of her, though she wasn’t too far gone to forget to go over the usual protocol with Andrea: consent forms, testing, exchanging numbers to arrange their next meeting. Andrea looked over the documents with the grave disposition usually reserved for legal proceedings or funerals, and Miranda almost laughed at her deep concentration.
Miranda ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek as Andrea approached the Protection & Consent section, waiting for the inevitable guffaw or recoil. But Andrea's concentration didn't waver, and she neatly initialed next to the paragraph before looking up at Miranda with a shrug. "Guess it's convenient that you're shooting blanks."
Miranda narrowed her eyes. "Shooting...?" Then Andrea bit her lip and smiled, and Miranda tore the agreement from the girl's hand with a huff of annoyance.
Andrea was still smiling when Miranda opened the front door and agreed to an appointment the following Friday. Her warm, hopeful grin made something flutter in Miranda's chest, but she pushed it aside in favor of a final warning: “And make sure to take care of your own needs before then. I can’t be bothered with your fidgeting.”
She received her first text from Andrea less than an hour later: it was dim and blurry, but the positioning of a hand between bare legs was unmistakable.
Taken care of, it read.
She groaned and tossed her phone onto her bedside table before pushing her nightgown aside.
—
Anticipation turned to anxiety as the day approached, and only when Miranda arrived home that night did she finally realize what she’d agreed to.
Her only other conversation with Andrea had been a text exchange about logistics for the evening, even though she’d nearly folded and sent a salacious photo of her own during one of the many evenings that she’d gotten off just thinking about the girl on her knees. She poured a glass of wine, then two, as she waited for her to arrive, pacing her kitchen to work off some of her nervous energy. The sound of a knock on the door nearly made her jump out of her skin, but she swallowed the rest of her Merlot and fixed a neutral expression on her face before taking her time to answer.
Andrea wore the same broad grin that she had the first time she’d shown up on Miranda’s doorstep, though she was now radiating nervous energy. She accepted Miranda’s soft welcome, but, as previously instructed, didn’t shed the floor-length wool coat as she stepped into the foyer. She did, however, shift a worn-looking messenger bag off of her shoulder.
“So, I looked over all of the commands you sent me, and I did some research,” she said lightly, fiddling with the clasp.
Miranda narrowed her eyes at the awful bag. “Research.”
Andrea pulled out a stack of papers and presented them to Miranda. “I told you I was a fast learner.”
“We’ll see about that,” Miranda mumbled, skimming the various articles and diagrams, some of which had been highlighted and annotated in messy handwriting.
Andrea leaned forward and tapped the page Miranda had flipped to. “I found a step-by-step. For beginners, you know?”
“And you expect me to follow this like I’m, what? Roasting a chicken?”
“You can be the Julia Child of BD—” She bit her lip at Miranda’s glare and shook her head. “No jokes. Got it.”
“This is serious, Andrea,” Miranda chided. “There need to be understandings, and safe—”
“Safe words, I know. I picked a few, but…”
“But?”
“You should probably choose. You don’t seem like you’d be a fan of puns.” The corner of Andrea’s mouth lifted slightly, and she was clearly holding back a laugh.
The whole thing was horrifically endearing. A crunching sound alerted Miranda to the piece of paper that she’d crushed in her fist, and she inhaled slowly to collect herself. “Just tell me the words,” she growled, because unfortunately everything about this girl made her curious.
“Well, there’s the usual red, green, and yellow, you know? So I thought, what dogs are those colors—”
Miranda closed her eyes. “Stop right there.”
“Got it. Stoplights it is.”
“Fine.” She opened her eyes to look at Andrea again. “You have what I sent?”
Already compromising so much of her pride, Miranda couldn’t handle the prospect of stripping off a pair of washer-worn Hanes, so along with the trench that Andrea was wearing, Miranda had messengered a La Perla set and simple Louboutins to her the day before, disguised in an old Gateway monitor box she’d dug out of Runway’s IT department.
Andrea bit her lip and nodded, humor dissolving from her face as she began to unbutton the high-neck coat from the bottom, revealing seemingly-endless legs. Nothing but a barely-there pair of lace crimson panties hugged her hips, and Miranda’s eyes raked over the soft skin of the girl’s abdomen before landing on the matching lace bra.
As instructed, a thin, gold titanium choker with a matching o-ring rested at the base of her throat when Andrea finally pulled the coat off of her shoulders. Miranda had never liked the look or feel of the thick, gauche leather collars, and her Cartier shopper was good at never asking questions. After all, since she’d always favored commands over physical coercion, she placed more importance on the appearance of the accessories more than the utility.
Pleased by the girl’s presentation, Miranda took the coat to hang in the hall closet and returned with the leash, a thin lead made of supple chestnut leather and gold hardware that matched the collar. She’d had it commissioned earlier that week to complement Andrea’s coloring and replace the leash that Jacqueline had used. Her heart pounded as she finally stepped in front of Andrea and secured the clasp around the o-ring, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that it elicited from the girl, whose cheeks were beginning to match her lingerie.
“And what did your studies say about this?” Miranda whispered, suddenly feeling the warmth of the wine begin to loosen her inhibitions.
Andrea licked her lips. “Well, you know, there was the part about safety, and follow your master—”
“Handler,” Miranda corrected, tugging lightly. She watched Andrea’s throat undulate as she swallowed.
“Handler, right. Um, yeah. And green, if you’re wondering.”
Miranda cocked her head, amused by Andrea’s carefully-constructed calm. It was easily betrayed by the girl’s constant fidgeting, and Miranda gently tugged on the leash to make her go still. “So you’ll be a good puppy for me, then.”
Andrea raised her eyebrows briefly before nodding, her eyes following the length of the leash to where it was now wrapped around Miranda’s fingers.
“Do you like it?” Miranda asked, holding out the lead and gesturing for Andrea to feel it.
She nodded again as she stroked the leather, circling the gold grommets with a long, thin finger. “Yes,” she said faintly. Her brown eyes were wide when she looked up to search Miranda’s face, and she recognized something in them that looked like desire.
Miranda could no longer ignore the building arousal that thrummed throughout her body, but she wasn’t interested in debauching her foyer for the second time in one week. Wrapping the leash around her wrist to bring them closer, she looked Andrea up and down once more before leading them upstairs. Andrea kept a few steps behind her, allowing for the slightest tension on the leash as they made their way to Miranda’s guest room. Once the door was closed behind them, she turned to face Andrea and delivered her first command.
“Sit.”
Clearly fighting a smirk, Andrea sank to her knees for the second time since their first meeting and looked up at Miranda expectantly.
“From now on, you will do exactly what I say, except if you need to use the safe word. If you can’t speak, one tap is red, two is yellow, and three is green.”
“Yes, Miranda.”
No one else had ever used her name — Jacqueline had favored the French honorary, and Miranda hadn’t thought to discuss one with Andrea. But she liked the way that it sounded on her tongue, innocent and deferential and so crudely…
“Are you Midwestern?” she asked before she could stop herself.
Andrea blinked. “Yeah, I’m from Ohio.”
God save her. The most prominent woman in publishing about to fuck a grad student from the Buckeye State. If only Page Six could see her now.
Shaking her head to rid herself of the thought, Miranda pulled on the leash again to bring Andrea eye-level with her zipper.
“Go,” Miranda snapped, and inhaled as Andrea licked her lips once again before fumbling with the clasp of her pants. From her standing position, it was easy to admire the swell of the girl’s breasts and the milky skin that Miranda had missed out on during their first humiliating encounter. She wondered how it felt, if she just allowed herself one touch…
Miranda was yanked back to reality when soft fingers pulled her briefs to the floor, and she picked up her legs before motioning to the clothes on the floor. “Pick them up and put them there,” she said, indicating the chair of the dressing table nearby. “Neatly.”
Andrea moved carefully, clearly very aware of the tether between her and Miranda as she folded the pants and underwear and crawled to place them on the chair. She looked up at Miranda after she was done, her eyes wide and alert.
There was a process to this — or there always had been, anyway. Steps to be followed, expectations to be met, a routine to fulfill. Jacquline would arrive at seven and leave by eight. If she were there right now, she’d already be sucking Miranda off with practiced efficiency.
But Andrea was different, so strange in her eager pursuit to be tamed by Miranda, this stranger looking for a submissive in the newspaper and currently holding her hostage on a $5,000 length of couture leather.
Perhaps different could be what Miranda needed.
“Come here,” Miranda said, pulling the girl to her feet and narrowing the distance between them.
Her hands seemed to move of their own accord as she slid the leash around her wrist and brushed her fingers along the underside of Andrea’s bra. She saw the girl bite her lip as she stroked the soft skin before moving her fingers to the clasp of the bra. It came apart easily, and Andrea shifted slightly to allow it to slide down her arms, landing softly on the floor between them.
She was perfect, as expected, and Miranda suddenly longed to touch her pale skin and taste her pert, pink nipples. She dug her nails into the leash to stop herself and saw Andrea’s eyes drop to her low-cut shirt that was hardly concealing her own bra.
“Do it,” she said quietly, and Andrea parted her lips slightly as she brought her fingers to Miranda’s shirt, unbuttoning it clumsily before pushing it off. Miranda dropped the leash to shrug the sleeve off; impatient, she pulled her bra off herself, delighting in how Andrea’s hungry eyes followed. Anticipating her mouth, Miranda was surprised when Andrea spoke up instead.
“Shall I fetch the leash?”
Miranda flexed her jaw at the flicker of amusement on the girl’s face. “...Yes. You’re very fetching so go… fetch.”
The leash was placed gently into Miranda’s palm, fingers brushing briefly, and Miranda tugged until Andrea’s lips finally wrapped around one nipple.
She moved softly and tentatively, teasing it with flicks of her tongue and the lightest scrape of teeth until Miranda was panting, the leash balled up in her fist to hold Andrea as close as possible. She followed dutifully, moving her mouth to Miranda’s other breast and pinching the newly-neglected nipple.
Miranda was impossibly hard now, and felt a familiar clenching in her abdomen as Andrea continued to worship her chest. Not trusting her own self-control, she finally pushed the girl away, loosening the leash slightly, and pointed to the bed. “Up.”
Andrea’s lips parted as she climbed onto the bed, her blush spreading from cheeks to chest. She tucked her legs underneath her, watching Miranda closely as she took a seat near the top of the mattress, reclining against the headboard. She stroked herself a few times, sighing at the contact, before pulling on the leash. Crawling on all fours, Andrea joined her at the head of the bed.
Miranda bent her knees and patted her thigh. “Come,” she said, her hand still wrapped around the base of her cock.
Andrea nodded as she climbed into Miranda’s lap, hovering over her hesitantly.
“Good puppy. Now put your hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Miranda,” Andrea whispered, and Miranda heard her breath catch as she pulled them closer so that she could wrap the leash around the girl’s wrists, snug enough to keep them together but not enough to leave marks. She pressed her lips to Andrea’s ear. “Green?”
“Yes, Miranda.”
“I thought so.” Sitting back, Miranda admired the girl before her, with her swollen red lips and heaving chest. She reached forward and stroked the inside of the girl’s thigh, feeling the hot, damp skin before shaking her head. “I’ve hardly touched you. Do I need to tell you to wait, or will you be a good puppy and do what I say first?”
Andrea nodded quickly, squirming at Miranda’s soft touch. “I’ll be good. Tell me what to do, please.”
Miranda took her cock in her hand once again, the other wrapping around the back of Andrea’s thigh. “Good. Now sit.”
With a deep breath, Andrea positioned herself over Miranda, biting her lip again as she slowly sunk down. She was soaked, hot and plush and so ready, and Miranda couldn’t hold back her groan as Andrea enveloped her. She lifted her hips, desperate to fill her, and Andrea gasped at the forceful movement.
“Oh my god,” she said, bucking her hips towards Miranda. Her knees were already shaking, and Miranda moved her hands to her ass, gripping onto her tightly until she was fully sheathed inside Andrea’s tight, wet cunt. Andrea let out a pitchy moan, closing her eyes before lifting herself onto her knees slightly.
“Good puppy,” Miranda gasped. More words tumbled out before she realized. “Tell me how it feels.”
“S–so good,” Andrea stuttered, riding Miranda more quickly now. “So full… you’re so—fuck.”
“So w-what?”
“Big, so big, so… oh, fuck.”
Miranda felt Andrea growing tighter, and the pressure suddenly became too much. She dug her nails into Andrea’s ass as she came, spilling her cum into the girl as she continued to ride her erratically. Gasping as she emptied her load, she pulled Andrea down onto her cock to still her, both of them gasping for air. Andrea swayed slightly, slackjawed as she took Miranda’s length.
“Are you still waiting for me, puppy?” Miranda asked, running her hands down Andrea’s thighs.
“Y-yes. I h-haven’t come yet. I’ll wait as long as you want.”
Miranda inhaled slowly. “You’re such a good girl. Do you want a treat for being good?”
Andrea nodded, her expression one of pure desperation, and Miranda smirked. “Up,” she said, and guided Andrea off of her, both of them gasping at the release. “Good. Now down.”
Pursing her lips at the effort, Andrea shuffled backwards on her knees before laying on her chest. Hooking a finger around the girl’s collar, Miranda urged her forward until she rested between Miranda’s legs, where her cock was still impossibly hard.
She ran her thumb along Andrea’s plush lower lip, pulling the skin down as she coaxed the girl closer. Ever the picture of obedience, Andrea opened her mouth wide.
Miranda needed time before another round, but Andrea’s mouth helped. She inhaled through her nose as she sucked on Miranda’s cock, her tongue teasing the tip and cleaning off the mixture of their cum that coated the skin. Her ministrations were smooth and gentle, focused but leisurely as she slowly worked Miranda back up.
She finally placed her hand on the back of the girl’s head and pressed her down slowly until she felt Andrea’s throat on her tip. Andrea was panting through her nose now, her eyes watering as she sucked Miranda’s length into her mouth. Miranda pushed impossibly deeper, feeling her gut twist in pleasure as Andrea began to bob her head up and down. They were both nearly breathless, and Miranda was shocked by how aroused she was by the sloppiness of it all, the juvenile desperation of their erratic movements. Worried that she was careening too closely to the edge, she let go of Andrea’s head and grabbed her chin to pull her away, placing one hand on her chest to help her sit up.
Tears still sat on the edges of Andrea’s eyes when she looked at Miranda, her lips and cheeks bright red and lips parted. Miranda leaned forward and stroked her face.
“My poor puppy. Her jaw must be so sore by now.”
Andrea shook her head. “I can keep going.”
Miranda hummed. “Maybe later,” she said quietly, twitching at the thought of using Andrea’s mouth like this whenever she wanted. “But I think you need me to fill you again, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Andrea breathed. “Yes, please.”
“Sit back and show me what you’ve taken so far.”
Andrea sat back and parted her legs, bending her knees slightly. Miranda could see the slickness between her legs and the swollen flesh that surrounded her cunt. She tutted as she ran her hands up the girl’s calves.
“I treat you so well and you have nothing to show for it. Perhaps it’s not worth my ti—”
“No, please, it is. I promise,” Andrea gasped. “Take me again, any way you want.”
“Fine,” Miranda said, feigning boredom. She twirled her finger in the air. “Turn.”
When Andrea was facing away from her, Miranda untied her wrists, gathering the leash in her hands once again. Andrea stayed still, clearly waiting for instruction.
“Down, puppy. Yes, just like that.”
Andrea rested on all fours, her ass inches away from Miranda, who couldn’t help but look more closely, running her hands along the plush skin and between her legs once again. Her thighs were sticky with arousal, the scent of it overwhelming.
“Oh, god,” Andrea whispered, dropping her head towards the mattress. “Please, please.”
“Asking so politely,” Miranda murmured, and she leaned closer.
They both gasped when she finally ran her finger through Andrea’s wetness, stroking her softly a few times before pressing a finger to her swollen clit. Andrea let out a pitchy moan, bucking into Miranda’s hand.
“So needy, aren’t you?”
Andrea groaned, and Miranda stopped moving her finger and tugged on the leash.
“Yes, yes,” Andrea gasped, her head jerking at the force. “I’m so close, please.”
Miranda couldn’t resist. With one hand on her cock, she pressed it against Andrea’s entrance lightly as she began massaging her clit again, listening to the tiny sounds the girl was making as she was brought closer to the edge.
“Oh god,” she said, gripping the sheets and keening into Miranda’s touch. It wasn’t long before Miranda watched Andrea’s legs go stiff, a high moan escaping her lips as she came. Miranda didn’t stop touching her, keeping her movements soft and slow as Andrea panted.
“You’ll keep being a good girl for me?” she asked, trying to hold onto some ounce of authority even as she was crumbling under the sound of Andrea’s whimpers.
“Yeah,” Andrea breathed.
With a grunt, Miranda pushed the tip of her cock into Andrea’s entrance. It was warm and slick and tight, enveloping her immediately, and Andrea’s back arched as she took her.
“Oh,” Andrea said, her voice high and unsteady. Miranda pulled out, then pushed back in, twice as far this time. “Oh,” Andrea repeated, lifting her ass slightly to meet where Miranda was continuing to press into her, her grip on the leash tightening to keep Andrea exactly where she wanted her.
Miranda sunk her nails into the curve of Andrea’s ass as she slowly stretched her out, testing what the girl could take in this position. This time, Andrea was endlessly vocal, mumbling and whining at every movement, her muscles practically vibrating as Miranda continued to tease her clit with one finger. With one final thrust, she shoved her full length into Andrea, both women moaning in tandem.
“Oh,” Andrea said again, this time with an accompanying shudder, and Miranda laughed softly.
“You silly girl,” she whispered, beginning to pump in and out of Andrea at an accelerated pace. “Coming again? Such an impatient puppy, aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Andrea stuttered, her breath catching as Miranda moved faster. Her moans became garbled as Miranda fucked her mercilessly, unable to control her speed as she chased her own orgasm. She cupped Andrea’s soaked pussy with her hand to ground herself as she finally came, spilling her second load deep into Andrea with a groan.
Andrea let out another pitchy whine as Miranda stayed buried inside of her. She loosened her grasp on the leash slightly, running her fingers down the girl’s spine.
“So good at taking my cock,” she told Andrea, pumping in and out slowly, relishing how tight she still was. “So good at being filled up.”
Andrea nodded, collapsing onto her chest and turning her head so that Miranda could see some of her flushed, sweaty face. She fucked her more slowly now, a mix of her own cum and Andrea’s arousal coating her length each time she pulled out. Soon, Andrea was panting again, meeting each of Miranda’s thrusts with her own.
“Tell me how it feels,” Miranda asked again, reaching for Andrea’s clit once more. It was taut and swollen and clearly sensitive by how Andrea practically jumped when Miranda grazed it with one finger.
“G-good,” Andrea said. “Dunno if I can…”
“You’ll come for me,” Miranda said. “If you’re a good girl, you’ll come for me. Tell me.”
“I’m a good girl,” Andrea whined. “I’m good, I’m good.”
Miranda pulled her cock out before slamming the full length in, bottoming out so that her thighs slapped against Andrea’s ass. Desperate for another release, she slammed into Andrea frantically, gasping for air as Andrea moaned beneath her. She felt the girl growing tight around her, and soon Andrea was shaking again with a broken sob. It was all Miranda needed, and a choked sound fell from her lips as she came inside of Andrea once again. Andrea yelped at her forceful movements but didn’t pull away, lifting her ass towards Miranda dutifully as she panted below her.
Finally at her limit, Miranda pulled out slowly, her heart pounding as she came down. Andrea’s pussy was still tight around her cock, and she watched the cum leaking from her entrance as she finally emptied her. Her hole was slick and stretched, and Miranda couldn’t resist gathering some of the dripping cum with her thumb. She tugged on the leash until Andrea turned towards her, and ran her thumb along the girl’s lower lip before pushing it inside.
Andrea moaned as she sucked on Miranda’s thumb, her arms shaking as she continued to hold herself up on all fours. She blinked up at Miranda when she finally pulled her thumb out.
“Was I a good girl for you, Miranda?”
This would usually be the point where she sent someone away, running a shower the second that the door shut behind them and moving on with her life. But Andrea’s eyes were clouded over with pleasure and Miranda could practically feel how they were both still vibrating from each other’s touch. Before she knew it, she had Andrea on her back, the leash discarded as Miranda cleaned her up with her tongue.
Andrea moaned at the contact, her back arching as Miranda sucked on her cum-soaked pussy and licked the arousal from her thighs.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
“You taste so good,” she mumbled.
She was supposed to be in charge.
“Fuck, fuck,” Andrea gasped.
She was the one who was supposed to be getting fucked by someone’s mouth.
“One more, puppy, one more,” she said against Andrea’s cunt.
She was the handler looking for a sub.
“Yeah, oh my god, yeah,” Andrea finally cried out, and her hand found Miranda’s head, fingers tugging on her silver locks as she came once more.
Miranda didn’t waste any time crawling up the girl’s body and shoving her cock in her once more, groaning as the girl writhed underneath her.
“Good puppy,” she panted, “Letting mommy fuck you over and over.” She came embarrassingly quickly this time, unable to control herself, and stayed buried in Andrea as they both tried to recover.
“That was so good,” Andrea whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
“I—yes,” Miranda stuttered. She’d never made conversation after, never allowed for some sort of Yelp review of her performance, but she clung onto every word as Andrea continued to mutter underneath her.
“You feel so g-good inside me, fuck. I don’t… I’ve never felt like that before. Jesus. I should be paying you for this, oh my god.”
Miranda pressed her lips together, finally careening back down to earth at this mention of payment. Yes, it was a transaction, nothing more, and this encounter needed to end before she made a fool out of herself. Wincing from how oversensitive her cock was, she pulled out of Andrea, who shivered beneath her and opened her eyes.
“There’s a guest bathroom down the hall,” Miranda said flatly, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Clean up there if you must. On the table with the flowers downstairs you’ll find an envelope with your payment.”
“Oh, okay,” Andrea said, leaning on her elbows. She ran a finger along the gold choker. “Do you… should I leave this here?”
Miranda climbed off the bed and turned away from her. “Yes. Leave it on the bed. I won’t be needing your services any longer.”
She heard the rustle of sheets as Andrea crawled off of the bed. “I… did I do something wrong?”
Miranda fixed her eyes on the opposite wall. “The guest bathroom is down the hall. Go.”
Andrea raced out of the room, and Miranda threw her robe on, not yet ready to eliminate the traces of their encounter. She listened to the water running in the bathroom and cursed herself for being so soft as to have left a change of clothes and new lingerie on the countertop. Her foolish past self had assumed that Andrea might wear them the next time, but there was no chance of Miranda inviting her back. Not when she’d surrendered so easily to this smart, strange girl.
She absentmindedly made her way down the stairs, wrapping her robe around her tightly before filling a glass of water in the kitchen. It wasn’t long before she heard Andrea’s descent, and her legs brought her to the foyer, where the girl was shrugging her coat back on. They both looked at the envelope tucked under the vase of lilies.
“I don’t…” Andrea licked her lips and looked at Miranda. “I don’t need payment. I’ll take it for now, but I really liked… this, with you, I mean, and I have a job starting next week that’ll pay the bills much better. It’s at Elias-Clarke, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it…”
Miranda’s brows reached her hairline, and she only faintly registered the sound of her water glass hitting the marble floor.