I feel like I wanna broach important BDSM subjects with our two ladies, maybe also with other caracters. This is not beta-ed, I only used antidote too, and my first language is not english, so please be lenient? :) I tried to respect writing protocol for D types (Uppercase first letters) and s types (lowercase first letters) :)

Also, this is a subject close to my heart, so I will try to write and update as much as possible, but life, we all know, can be hectic. I have no plot with this one, no idea where I am going. Welp! We'll see! :)

This is my particiation to the one fic/art a day for Mirandy in July :)

Enjoy!

GQ

Andrea had been waiting in the dark club, on her knees, for what seemed like an eternity. It had probably been only around fifteen minutes or so, but her knees were killing her, and her shins had no feeling in them anymore. Still, she did not dare move, her eyes trained on her upturned hands on her thighs.

She concentrated on the hypnotizing sound of the music, the screams and the thumps of implements hitting bodies. Even through the pain in her own body right now, she could feel the tension slowly ebbing away. She was exactly where she was meant to be.

Andrea had not been waiting on anyone, she just liked going to the club and taking in the atmosphere; but if someone noticed her with no collar, she was more than happy to indulge in a bit of play. It was not happening every time she was able to free herself and go to one of her favorite dungeons, so she kept her play sessions close to her heart.

She had never found a life partner that shared her desire before, and as such, she stopped trying to date out of her little world. It was an adjustment, but it made her feel even more lonely. Her last girlfriend, Natacha, had been a nice girl, but she had been too immature and too afraid to hurt her to be able to last in a relationship. And when Andy, trying to find a compromise to at least keep her as her girlfriend, just without the Domme part, proposed that she went to the dungeon to find a play partner, not romantic or sexual, Natacha had bucked at the idea and refused to listen to her anymore, claiming that she could be all that Andy wanted if only she wasn't that fucked up.

When she came back home the next day, Natacha had packed all her stuff and left, without saying anything. Andy had sworn to herself in that moment that she would not ever again fall in love with someone that was not in the community. At least, she had not perceived it as a slight about herself. She had known who she was for far too long to be shamed for it, and her studies had proven her that it was all natural.

Andrea was dragged out of her musing when the atmosphere of the club changed, the whispering died down. Someone clearly had come through the door, and it made people react. Andy still stayed in her nadu position, although still dressed, and didn't move an inch. She was here to relax or play, or both, not to gawk at the newcomer, or to be starstuck in front of a celebrity.

Andy just let her thought go again, thinking about who she had seen that had been a celebrity, before, in a dungeon. Some celebrity still came to them since the place usually asked for the maximum subtilty from every patron.

As she lost herself in her thoughts, the world seemed to start again, and so she let out a sigh of contentment. It felt like a wonderful escape from everyday life, as taking care of her patients' mental health was not an easy thing to do. She saw a lot of hardships and suffering, and even if she tried to help them push through, sometimes it was not enough. And so, Andy had found BDSM as a release, in one of her stages in college, when a patient offhandedly talked about the release from the stress and the pleasure from the pain that they got from their significant other's domination.

She had made her own research after that, trying to discover more, trying to find what was said in studies about that world, and, during these researches, she stumbled upon fetlife one day. She made a profile, and the rest was history. She slowly discovered her kinks, her limits, hard and soft, by playing with different persons, experimenting, taking classes, master courses, and going to local dungeons.

Andrea tried to last longer on her knees, but she had to shift, as the position had started to become too painful. She slid her hips on the side and sat, her legs still folded next to her, but without the pressure on them. It was much more comfortable, and she was able to regain sensation in her legs before moving.

A feminine voice tsked in front of her, and as a reflex, her head jumped up, just to make eye contact with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. "Hmm. What a shame to move from such a perfect Nadu," said the woman.

The way she was holding herself, Andy knew that she was a D type, and remembering the etiquette of the dungeon, she lowered her eyes back to the floor again, but not before noticing the way the woman was holding herself, like she was royalty or so and the pristine clothing, almost like it belonged on a lingerie runway. Her eyes settled on the pumps of the lady, and her eyebrows shot up when she realized they were Louboutin's.

"I am sorry Ma'am. Am I in your way to play, Ma'am?" Andy asked the lady, not understanding why the lady kept on standing in front of her.

The velvet voice answered her "Not at all. I was merely looking how long that position was sustainable for you. You stayed put pretty long."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I appreciate the compliment. Is there anything I can do for you?" Andy was wondering if the lady wanted anything from her, as she kept standing in front of her.

"I see you are not collared. Do you have a Dom here or did you come by yourself? You are so well trained."

Andy frowned a bit. Ah, so the lady wanted to play. Well, she was not against it, but the way she talked about the fact she was trained was a bit weird. "No, Ma'am. I am here alone."

The lady crouched in front of her and Andy could almost make out the shape of the lady's lips, as she could smell the whiff of perfume that came with the movement, fruity and sharp.

"That's what I thought. I would not have come directly to talk to you otherwise. Could I interest you in a scene with me?" The lady said.

"What type of scene?"

"I have an array of skills. For a first scene, I would suggest shibari, as I have a certain level, or a bit of impact. Would that be of interest to you?"

Andy nodded, raising her eyes to look back into the mesmerizing blue ones.

The lady rose an eyebrow. "Already letting go of protocol?" she purred softly.

Andy's eyes widened, realizing she had done, and darted her eyes back to the floor.

Andy heard a small hum. "As we negotiate, I do not mind if there is no protocol. It is for the same reason I came to talk to you with no D-type around. But I would rather enjoy it being followed as the scene unfolds. I am a stickler for protocol."

Andy nodded again, before remembering herself. "Yes, Ma'am, I would enjoy it too."

She let her eyes roam on the soft features of the lady. Her skin was smooth, her age was impossible to pin down. She had hair as white as snow, coiffed to perfectly frame her face, except that one lock on her forehead, making her look ethereal. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Um. My, uh, my name is northwesternsub, but you can call me North. And you, Ma'am?"

"Northwesternsub is your fetlife name, right?" Andrea nodded "Alright, I will respect the anonymity of it, North. Mine is Miranda. I have no use for a false name, as I am sure everyone already knows my real one in this room." When Miranda saw Andy's frown, she rose an eyebrow. "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

"No, Ma'am" she answered.

"Well, even though I don't hate being called Ma'am by you, I would much rather you call me Mistress. It is my favorite title. Would you be okay with that?"

"Yes, Mistress." Andy said in a soft voice, changing the title immediately, trying to please her new play partner. "I… I'm sorry, Mistress, but… Do you have people that you played with that can veto you, tonight? It's the first time I see you here."

Miranda almost purred at the request. The girl knew what she was talking about. "Of course, pet. SlutforFashion over there, with the red hair, could veto me, as should nailedforDaddy, the bald men in the leather harness. Would you like to go see them right now?"

Andy nodded and went to see them, now that her legs were back in function, approaching the bald men, as the redhead had started a scene the moment she rose from her spot on the floor. When she looked back, Miranda was leaning on the wall next to where she was, an eyebrow raised, and a mocking little smirk on her face, as to tell her to go on.

She breathed in, before asking questions to nailedforDaddy. "Excuse me, but Mistress Miranda wants to play with me… How were your experiences with her?"

The bald man turned from the scene he was watching, swiping his hand on his bald head to look at Andy from a critical eye. "Well. Hello there. I am nailedforDaddy, but you can call me Nigel." He said, extanding his had, which Andy shook.

"I am nortwesternsub on fetlife. You can call me north, though."

He smiled at the ingenue girl. She seemed so innocent, with the brown locks and soft eyes, but he could almost see the hard edge behind her eyes. "I don't have a lot of tea to spill about Miranda, honey. She is strict but fair, always respected my safeword and stayed within my limit. She had always been a good play partner. She is such an artist with ropes. She studied under 3 masters of Shibari in japan. She had been into BDSM for a long time."

"Thank you, Nigel." Andy smiled at him, reassured by his veto. He mouthed a good luck to her as she skipped to go back to Miranda. She giggled at his silliness, feeling good about him. Maybe she could make a friend out of him, on fetlife, in real life.

She stopped in front of Miranda and looked at the floor. "Thank you for letting me go veto you, Mistress."

"Of course. I might have asked the same out of you."

"Still. It means a lot."

Miranda nodded her understanding, before adding "What are your limits? Not for all the time, for this scene? What are your safewords?"

"This dungeon applies the light system but my personal safeword is Cruella. As for how far I would like to go today, I think I would like to keep my underwear on. Also nothing that marks permanently or changes my appearance permanantly. No collars, but cuffs are okay. No bloodplay, watersports or knife or needles. Everything in rope is fair play with me. I don't like much stingy implements. I'd rather they have a balance of thud and sting. The only stigny I tolerate well is the cane."

Miranda followed along Andrea's list, liking that her little pet knew what she wanted. "If I touch your intimate parts on top of the underwear, is it ok?" Andrea nodded "Can I stimulate and kiss you or only touch?"

Andrea blushed "Stimulate and kissing is ok." Her voice was so small, out of shame.

Miranda looked like the cat that ate the cream. "Good. Perfect. I have about the same reservations as you for the first play. I would add no electricity, and obviously nothing illegal. You do not look in my eyes while we play, you address me as Mistress and you let me do whatever I want with you, within these limits. We will use the light system for our first scene. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for keep going. Alright?"

"Yes, Mistress." Andrea breathed out, with excitement. "If the scene is still a choice for me to pick from, I would like to do some Shibari, as you metionned earlier. Nigel might have mentioned impressive things."

Miranda smiled darkly. "Good choice, pet."