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Miranda is admittedly quite a sadist. She enjoys that look of fear, humiliation and pleasure mixing.
She loves tears, love the sound of whimpers and shrieks and pleading.
It's just a part of who she is, as a person, as a dominant, and she had accepted herself as such.
But there were moments where she wished she was wired differently.
-
“I’m not broken you know”
Andréa teases as Miranda cradles her carefully. Hands busy roaming across protruding welts.
“I know”
Miranda inspects bruises and welts after a session like she’s afraid she blacked out in the middle of it and went bat shit crazy. She does wonder at moments like these, why she turned out like this. Getting sexual gratification from beating someone, seeing someone you love cry. Making them cry.
Andréa always look at her funny for it. Like she doesn't understand what there is to be afraid of. Like she isn't the one tied down and at Miranda's mercy.
“I know you don’t need the cuddles, but I do”
Miranda breathes with a soft caress of Andréa's cheek and a gentle kiss to her lips that linger. Andréa does not need aftercare, she says she can go straight to work after getting her ass whooped and that being overstimulated at her sadistic whims clears her brain and releases stress from her shoulders.
Andréa sighs dramatically but giggles when Miranda glares at her while hugging her closer. The younger woman hugs her tightly, kissing her forehead. Smile wide on her lips as she eases Miranda's worries.
-
Emily doesn’t joke about it in the same way, she gives her this, weary look instead. Like she can feel Miranda's anxiety.
Miranda presses her face to Emily’s neck, enjoying the smell of her sweat and the remnants of her perfume. She kisses her neck, lets Emily keep her safe in her embrace.
Emily’s hands are warm and soft against her back. Careful even.
“I’m alright, no harm done”
She says, gentle fingers in short silver locks.
“Just- give me a moment -I-”
Emily guides Miranda’s hand up to her mouth, and places a gentle kiss in the palm of said hand.
“Take all the time you want”
She assures. Miranda hums in acknowledgement. Grateful, embarrassed.
“Sorry, I think I’m top dropping”
She says, pulling back and Emily sees her bloodshot eyes then.
“Honey, you did everything just the way I enjoy them”
Emily says gently, pressing soft kisses across Miranda’s wet cheeks. Hands busy caressing her back in soothing big open palm movements.
“No need to be scared or ashamed with me, I don’t love you any less. My wonderful darling.”
Miranda’s bottom lip starts to tremble.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Emily encourages, her right hand massaging Miranda’s scalp to soothe her.
“I’m not sure, if It’s because I haven’t eaten or stayed properly hydrated. I just felt so horrible today. I know you love when I rough house you and make you cry but today- today when you started crying after the caning I just felt so horrible. I don’t know I felt good one moment and then the next it just felt awful-”
Emily pulls Miranda into a gentle chaste kiss.
“I did maybe, admittedly cry a bit more than usual today, I’m sorry if that triggered you. I think I just needed to cry after this week. I’m safe, and unharmed and I know you’d never hurt me beyond what I am capable of taking. And I know I can always safeword and you’ll stop. I love you my Miranda”
Miranda hugs her closer, burying her face in her chest. Feels herself calm down as she process the words. Gets to feel the truth of them in their closeness, in the calm relaxed beating of Emily’s heart against her cheek.
-
She doesn’t expect it to hit mid-session. Emily is sobbing, the ropes creak as she struggles to stay balanced on her toes. Her thighs and ass and boobs are loitered with red welts. And it should stroke the ego of her inner sadist. Instead it punches her in the gut, then in her chest where it feels like abuse.
Andréa is tied down to the desk. Ass in the air, and her whimpers and whines echo in the small space. She too is decorated in red splotches of spanks and whip marks. No blood, just welts and slight bruising. Her holes filled with toys and her limbs tremble in denied release.
It shouldn’t feel wrong. Everything is within the frameworks of their rules. She looks down at her hands, her lamb leather gloved hands and she’s shaking.
Adrenaline?
Fear?
She has never had it hit mid-session before. Everything feels obnoxiously loud and she feels too slow all of a sudden. She hugs Emily from behind. Presses her clothed chest up against her naked back. Emily stills. She feels how rigid Miranda’s body is against hers. Feels the older womans hands tremble as she is held close.
“Miranda- you’re-”
“Red”
She starts with letting emily down to the floor. Then releasing her wrists enough that she can untie the rest herself as Miranda moves along to Andréa. She releases Andréa's neck first, then her legs.
She turns Andréa around into a hug and removes the gag. Pressing herself close, so close that even Andréa in her overstimulated denied release haze can feel how Miranda’s heartbeats hard and uncontrollable.
“Red”
She repeats and Andréa nods. Gentle hands in Miranda’s hair to calm her. she looks so small like this, curled in on herself.
“You’re okay, we’re okay”
Andréa says gently. Emily has freed herself from the ropes and laces her fingers into Miranda’s. She lets go momentarily to remove the gloves. Kissing Miranda when she sees the hurt and panic surface in her face upon Emily’s withdrawal.
“Come, lets lay down. Everything is alright. No one is hurt”
She says barely above a whisper.
Miranda nods and follows to the bedroom, where she is laid down between them both.
“I feel so weird”
Miranda says after a moment. she guides Andréa's and Emily’s hands up to rest flat against her chest, so they can feel her heart.
Miranda feels a tear run down her face before she can stop it, feels her voice unable to carry her words without breaking at the end.
“Can you, keep telling me you’re okay, that I haven’t hurt you?”
“Of course”
-
When she has recovered after sufficient cuddles and assurance she just feels embarrassed more than anything.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut our playtime short. We won’t have any schedule that matches for an evening until sometime next month-”
Miranda begins but gets interrupted when Emily’s lips meet hers. As soon as Emily retreats Andréa is there instead.
She feels two sets of hands roam her body, gently. But there is still an undercurrent of horniness in the air.
“I think I can cum from just eating you out”
Andréa whispers, her cheeks hot in embarrassment or arousal, or maybe both.
Emily laces her fingers with Miranda’s, guides them up above her head. Ignoring the glare Miranda casts her way.
“Relax, let us take care of you”
Emily says, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses up along Miranda’s neck and jaw. Smiling to herself as Miranda turns her neck, giving Emily better access.
“Tell me how you want us”
Andréa purrs, from below. Gentle fingers guiding Miranda’s thighs open. She leans in, pressing equally open mouthed kisses across both thighs. Guiding Miranda’s knees to rest against her shoulders. Miranda moans above her. Looking down through halflidded eyes. Emily’s mouth having moved down between Miranda’s chest.
“Tongue, inside- Andréa”
Miranda breathes.
“Yes ma’am”