6: I am not allowed to leave the house other than work- without my mistress

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"I expect you, in your punishment room, on your knees in ten minutes." Miranda hissed as they walked into the house. The older woman was livid, she could not believe the gall of the younger woman, blatantly throwing herself at every Tom, Dick, and Harry who walked into the gala. She scoffed as she climbed the stairs to their shared bedroom, and rifled through her drawers, pulling out a deep green corset, with studded leather trim and a long leather tie up the front. Grabbing a pair of leather boy shorts and pulling them up before painting her lips a deep red and slipping on a pair of sky high Prada heels, Miranda gave herself a once over in the mirror, her lips curling into a predatory smirk. "Damned girl." She muttered as she stalked down to the punishment room.

Andy loved teasing her wife, it wasn't really all that hard, she just had to make sure to flirt with every man she saw and Miranda would be riled up and ready to go. What Andy didn't expect was the anger, the pure fury in her wife's eyes… Maybe she did know what Andy was up too. Shit.

Andy stripped, her tight, floor length dress, hanging it in the closet and taking the pins from her hair, letting the long tresses tumble down her shoulders, and she bit her lip- Maybe she had gone too far… But she couldn't think about that now. Andy pushed the bed to the far wall and climbed down the stairs

"Andrea" Miranda whispered as she walks into the clear white room, her eyes tailing up and down her wife's glorious milky curves.

"Y-yes, Mistress?" Andy curses her stutter and tries to straighten further, wanting to placate her wife.

"You are a dirty little whore, hmm?" Miranda asked, starting to circle the younger woman, the pain of seeing her hanging off of Samuel Jordan's arm, the man owned three magazine corporations, she couldn't bother to remember the names of. "Flouncing around in a tight dress, your perky ass sticking out." She pursed her lips and trails the toe of her pump cross Andrea's backside and licks her lips.

"Hands and knees, dirty little kitten." She licks her lips again and smirks as she sees the gorgeous sight. Walking over to the small door, she pulled out a collar- baby pink and loose enough not to choke the woman…yet.

"You forgot your collar, pet." Miranda snarled and quickly snapped it around the brunette's neck. "Beautiful." Taking a ribbon from the same cupboard she tied Andy hair up into a ponytail. "Now, slut, you need to tell me, why on Earth you thought it would be acceptable for you to go whoring around at my gala?" Miranda frowned as she yanked the ponytail painfully, "I just want a wife who isn't a slut, a sweet girl who loves me unconditionally." She sighed and pulled Andy up from her hands to just be on her knees, back arched and Miranda attacked her neck, sinking her teeth into the sweet flesh.

"Ah-ahh!" Andrea whimpered bucking her hips into the air. Miranda's obsession with biting her had become almost a constant in their sex life, she felt as if there was a new bite mark on her every morning, most she didn't remember receiving. Sex with Miranda could be so frenzied, so many feelings and emotions and delicious torture, specifics never really stood out. "I'm S-sorry mistress."

Miranda chuckled darkly, removing her teeth from the tantalizing neck, proud she could stop herself before drawing blood. "Now, my kitten, what is a proper punishment?"

The brunette shuddered, you would think, when Miranda allows her to choose her punishment it would be easier, nicer perhaps… It wasn't. Andrea always felt the need to show Miranda she could take it, anything and everything that her mistress was capable of.

Andy squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, "C-can we do the questions?" The journalist could practically hear her mistress purr behind her, "With… With the cane?" Andy winced, she hated the damned cane, but it was important- to show Miranda she would be good.

"Feeling bold, my darling?" Miranda asked, her voice cold, but she could barely contain her excitement, the excitement of the 'question round' was almost too much. Miranda would ask her pet a question, sometimes they would be about her actions, but every once and awhile Miranda would just throw in some trivia, with each wrong answer she would get a slap with the cane, and with every correct answer, the editor would plant a kiss to her abused cheeks.

The tale-tell clicking of Miranda's heels across the floor made Andy shake, she was so nervous, not because the questions were hard, but with the pressure of needing to get them correct, she usually forgot simple answers.

"Hmm, let's start nice and easy…" Miranda smirks behind her wife, bringing the thin, flexible cane down next to her ear, she loved the whimper that fell from those pouty lips. "True or false, I am your mistress?" The white haired editor trailed the cane down Andy's spine.

"T-true Misstress." Andrea stuttered, cooing as Miranda pressed a sweet kiss to her arse.

"True or false, you are a dirty little kitten?" Miranda continued to trail the cane across her wife's milky expanse of back.

"False!" Andrea pouted, wanting to cross her arms, but being on her hands and knees made that an issue.

"Incorrect." Miranda smirked before bringing the cane down roughly on her pet's ass, she was not planning on being gentle today, her wife needed to remember whom she belonged to, and Miranda was going to make sure she would… Every time she sat down.

There was a small squeak from Andy, but other than that she was silent.

"Tell me… Who was the 34th president?"

"T-Truman?" Her eyes widened, "No no no, Miranda I meant Eisenhower! P-please!"

Miranda growled loudly, bringing the cane down on each cheek a few times, she couldn't really keep track, in this room they never ever used real names, it broke an unspoken rule between the two, this was different.

"FUCKKKKKKKKK" Andy screamed, sobbing, her arms giving out as she fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face.

Miranda threw the cane across the room and drug her nails down Andrea's back, digging them into her abused ass. "Clean yourself up." She muttered as she stalked up the stairs.

Andy started to cry, she felt used, and normally Miranda would cuddle her up and kiss her, clean her, protect her and assure her she did everything out of love. She was so confused, why was Miranda, her loving wife acting this way.

"Miranda…. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for whatever I did, please don't hate me." Andy sniffed, her ass was stinging, so all she could wear was her huge t-shirt. "Y-you left."

Andy crawled into the bed and nuzzled into her wife's side. "Mira…."

"You called me Miranda." She whispered, "You called me Miranda in the room… you broke that rule, Andrea. I was not Miranda there I was your mistress, not your loving, caring wife. Is that how you think I am, always?" Andy gasped, "N-NO! Miranda! You are my love- my one and only love." She kissed her neck.

Miranda smiled softly and pulled her wife on top of her. "You're never allowed to leave the house without me… Ever." Andy chuckled and kissed her love softly.

"Yes Mistress."