Mirandy
"You know Andrea," Miranda smirked, backing her young wife against the kitchen counter, "you have been very naughty, and I feel like you should be punished, don't you my pet?"
Andrea gulped, blood rushing to her already soaking folds. "W-What have I done Miranda?"
With a small shake of her head and a soft slap to Andy's cheek, she reworded her question. "How have I displeased you, mistress?"
Miranda's smirk grew to a predatory smile, "Many things, I'm sure. But this time my pet, you showered without waking me first. Now pet- I don't truly ask for much, do I kitten?"
Andy shook her head quickly, she had been running late this morning, and not woken Miranda for her morning inspection, throughout the day, had been waiting for the call, it never came. Now it was 10 PM and their children were all in bed, so her loving wife was replaced by her mistress.
"No, of course I don't. And you've been such a good pet for so long, I was about to give you such a reward...but now, I don't know what I shall do to you." Miranda slowly trailed her hands up Andrea's arms, causing the younger woman to shiver. "First- I want you to recite your rules, verbatim- in order."
"Yes mistress." Andy took a deep breath before looking down, she wasn't allowed to look her mistress in the eye, unless directed.
"1: Never question my mistress, I am hers to use as she pleases.
2: Wake before mistress for morning inspection.
3: If I do not pass inspection, kneel in presentation position and wait for the 20 lashes.
4: Always be home by 5 pm, in order to make dinner for family
5: When girls are at father's be waiting at door naked except for my collar and heels.
6: I am not allowed to leave the house other than work- without my mistress
7: My mistress loves me, and my punishments are for my own good
8: All food and drink must be approved by my mistress
9: All clothes must be approved by my mistress
10: I am a pet, I am an object, I have no rights, and my mistress is my owner."
Miranda smiled lightly when the girl finished, "That's a good kitten. Go to your punishment room, I will be there shortly."
Andrea bowed lightly before starting to walk to the basement.
"Kitten, are you forgetting something?"
Andrea cursed inwardly, "I'm sorry mistress." Andy got on her hands and knees and continued the journey.
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Miranda quickly ascended the stairs to her and Andrea's 3rd floor bedroom. She needed to change from her Bill Blass pant suit and into a more... Useful outfit for tonight's events. In all actuality, Miranda was extremely tired, and wasn't sure if she had the stamina to do this tonight. But Miranda also knew that with someone like Andrea, consistency was key- and Miranda loved being in control of the younger woman. The first time they had tried some light bondage, the editor was worried that their relationship would become awkward outside of the bedroom, that Andrea would be afraid of her. The younger woman had proven this to be false, she seemed to understand that at times Miranda was her mistress, and others, she was simply her wife. Andy knew this both in and outside of the bedroom, so when Miranda became mistress she complied, excitedly, but there were days of soft love making- the pair enjoyed both with equal passion.
But no matter the situation, Andrea knew not to disobey her rules, unless told by Miranda, and not waking Miranda was a big no-no.
Andy was a woman who was usually so well behaved, so her disobedience was slightly shocking. Miranda mulled this over quickly and grabbed what she knew was her young wife's favorite mistress outfit. The body suit was made entirely of leather, which fit as a second skin against the editor's fit body. The leather started at her ankles, and pulled against her torso and arms, the only skin showing was a large portion of cleavage. She slipped on an incredibly high pair of black Prada patent leather heels, they only added to the 'sex factor' of the outfit. Then the editor fixed her makeup, painting her lips crimson, and her eyes clean but a dark swipe of eyeliner. Musing her hair, Miranda decided she looked every bit like a mistress would. Throwing one last look into the mirror, Miranda descended down to her oh-so-lovely prey.
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Andrea ran down to the basement, she needed to be in position by the time Miranda found her, which she knew wouldn't take long. Fumbling down into the basement, which was fully finished with the 4th guest bedroom in the house, a large bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi tub and a kitchenette, which was fully functioning. What no one knew though, including the girls, that under the bed in that lovely guestroom, was a door in the floor which led down to what had become Andrea's punishment room.
The young brunette pushed the bed to the far wall, and put in the code for the heavy metal door. 07/09/10, the couple's wedding date. Waiting for the mechanism to unlock, Andy pulled her tight red dress over her head, struggling slightly and threw it into the closet. Part of her 'outfit rule' were the undergarments and being that Miranda had set out her dress last night with no panties or bra, that meant she was now stark naked, minus her nude Manolo Blahnik's. A tick of the lock let her know she could yank open the heavy door, and climb down the staircase. At the bottom, she flicked on the lights and watched the sound proof room illuminate. The walls were white and the floor was a deep wood, it was simple and clean, what you couldn't see were the handles in the wall which opened various closets that held Andrea's punishment equipment. There was only one handle Andy was allowed to touch and it was the one which held her collars, she had 15 of them, each varying in color, size, and material. With a shaky hand she pulled the tight black leather collar and clipped it around her neck. This was Miranda's favorite, it cut off her circulation slightly, and the color contrasted with her milk white skin. Andy gave a small smile, remembering the time when Miranda had forbidden her from ever tanning, Miranda liked her pale and unsullied by the sun's vicious rays. Then she sobered, remembering why she was here and kneeled in the middle of the room, her hands clasped at the base of her spine.
Now to wait.
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Miranda strode into the guest bedroom, a predatory smirk on her lips. Noticing the dress thrown haphazardly on the floor in the closet displeased her, such care of couture… Miranda growled. Stalking down the stairs Miranda saw her wife in position.
"Well, it seems you can at least follow one rule." Miranda purred, her heels echoing off of the walls. "You, seem to not care about the lovely dress I left out for you."
Miranda noticed the girl was about to open her mouth, "That wasn't a question."
Andy paled, she hadn't even thought about Miranda's reaction to the dress, she would make sure to shower the woman with apologies and kisses the moment punishment was over.
"Now, let me see you my darling, on your feet." Miranda smirked, "Actually, you do not deserve to see your mistress after such blatant disrespect, do you my pet?
Andy shook her head, "No Mistress."
Miranda smirked opening a door on the wall behind Andrea and pulled a black silk blindfold from a drawer hidden in the wall. Walking quietly behind the younger woman she slipped the blindfold over her love's eyes and tied it tightly behind her head.
"Why are you being punished?"
"B-because I didn't wake up my mistress before I left, so I also m-missed morning inspection."
"Correct." Miranda ran her hand across Andy's now covered face, "Tell me what you believe to be an acceptable punishment my pet."
Andrea shivered, her wife's hand creating goosebumps across her skin, "M-maybe lashes."
Miranda smirked, making sure not to let it seep into her voice she whispered into her kitten's ear, "How many?" Reaching her tongue out to lick the shell of the brunette's ear, "We don't have all day."
Andy gasped, "Forty mistress." Her body arching into Miranda's touch, "Please."
Miranda's smirk turned into a full blown smile, "Acceptable." Miranda ran her hand across the pale expanse of Andrea's back, across each vertebrae, relishing in the small whimpers she left in her wake. "On your hands and knees."
Andy quickly shifted into her position, listening to the almost silent 'click' of her mistress's heels, the sound of a door opening and of Miranda swinging the Cat O' Nine Tails whip in the air.
"After each lash, you will say the number, and thank you." Miranda brought the whip down next to Andrea's ear, "If you cannot follow my rules, you will be punished further."
Andy shuddered and nodded, "Yes Miranda."
Miranda laughed silently, "Are you ready my pet?
"Yes Mistress, please punish me."
Without another warning, Miranda brought the whip down lightly across Andrea's plump behind.
"One, thank you Mistress." Andy moaned out, the first hit was always the softest, slow and sensual, leading up to the harsh, painful lashes, which would leave bright red welts across her thighs and ass for at least a week.
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"Thirty seven!" Andrea let out a scream, "Thank you mistress!"
Miranda let out a dry chuckle. "Such a pain slut, I bet your cunt is dripping for me, hmm?" She pulled the whip, high into the air, and slashed into Andrea's soft flesh.
The feeling of the whip slicing into her flesh, tore a high pitched wail from her throat and coaxed tears down her face, "Thirty eight!" She groaned, "Thank you Mistress."
Bringing the whip against her skin twice more, in quick succession Miranda's smile turned feral as the younger woman whimpered and screamed for her.
"Good girl." Miranda kisses her way across the scarred globes of flesh, "Are you alright?"
"Yes Mistress."
Stepping away from her beautiful wife, Miranda smirked down at the slightly shorter woman, she noticed her trembling knees.
"Get up my darling, on your feet my love." Miranda ran her hands down Andrea's back, smiling at the shivers as she stood slowly. "W-what now mistress?" Andy asked softly
"Now I will take off your blindfold and you can show me how sorry for treating your nice things haphazardly. I do not buy you gorgeous dresses for you to toss them to the floor. I do not buy you things for you to disrespect me and the things I bring into our home, hmm?" Miranda's voice was pure ice, but the strokes down Andy's torso were like a direct flame to her pale skin.
"Yes Mistress." Andrea spoke firmly, already knowing the pain of what would be in store if she did not comply with rules twice in one night.
Miranda smirked, "Good girl" And then a smack to her abused ass before ripping the blindfold off the other woman's face. "Get to it kitten."
The brunette dropped back to her knees and brought her hands around Miranda's thighs from the behind, grasping at the warm soft skin of the inner thigh, spreading her legs apart slowly Andy's tongue lashed out at the wet flesh of Miranda's sweet juice that had dripped down into the warm plains of skin.
"Ttttthhhat's my girl." Miranda slurred, already so close to cumming. "Lick my sweet pussy you little slave.
Andrea almost gagged, Miranda had never just out-right called her a slave and the word both intensified her lust, and her fear. With a few, expertly placed strokes of her tongue- Andy had her wife sailing away.