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“Tell me, how others have treated you Emily. I want to understand.”
Miranda says, her voice is soft as she secures the blindfold over Emily's eyes. Then moving to retrieve the hook, pre-slathered in generous amounts of lube. Letting Emily feel if with her mouth, Emily licks it, a small smile on her lips. Before Miranda moves behind her. Fucking a finger into her, pushing more lube in.
“Thank you mistress, you're so good to me.”
Emily moans. The hook slides in easily, despite its girth.
“The sir from the club-”
Emily begins, breath hitching as the collar and the hook gets pulled up. Forcing her still right where she is. On her hands and knees. Chained to the floor by her wrists and ankles
“He said I didn't deserve lube, or pleasure in my pussy, sometimes he’d tape it shut, and I’d leave with the tape still on.”
Miranda's fingers sink into her then, gentle, curling and thrusting. Pushing a moan out of the restrained woman.
“Keep going.”
Miranda encourages. Gentle and soothing. Hand slipping out from her pussy to press open palmed caresses up her ribs, until she finds Emily’s tits. Rolling her nipples gently.
“He liked pain-nal. When I cried and screamed. He’d spit in me, or on me- or both. My ass, mouth, face. Fucked me faster if I didn’t stop squirming. He’d hold me down so firm I’d have bruises on my wrists and neck for a week after.”
Miranda is silent, squeezing nipple suckers until Emily whines at the suction. Her hands move back down, attaching another sucker to her already hard clit. then her hands more to palm up and down Emily's strong back. Soothing her. Leaning down to press open mouthed kisses up her spine.
“He would choke me. Not like you do, up by the top of my neck with your thumb and pointer finger. But by his whole hand in the middle. Then if I cried too loudly or asked him to slow down. He’d back hand me, hard. Much harder than you do.”
Miranda comes around. Caressing over her cheeks.
“Is that why you ask me to be harder? So you can see if I’d hurt you like he did?”
Emily shakes her head. There is no malice in Miranda’s voice, but the implication still scares her.
“No, I don’t think so. I know you wouldn’t.”
She feels Miranda's lips on hers. Feels her thumb slip in time for Miranda to withdraw. Her hand holding her still behind her teeth and under her chin. A safety measure Miranda had explained once. To protect her neck and jaw.
Miranda’s slaps come soft, barely any impact at all. Palm, never the back of her hand. Emily bites her thumb. Setting the pace, Miranda matches it. Stopping after five hard slaps to each side.
“Continue.”
Miranda urges. She caresses over aching cheeks. Kissing her better while she waits for Emily to gather her words.
“After he fucked my ass, filling me. He’d have me suck him off.”
Emily gasps when she feels a strapon tease up her thighs. Rubbing between her folds a few times before catching and sinking in. The moan pushed out of her is guttural.
“If my ass wasn’t clean enough, I'd get sick. And he’d berrate me for being filthy. Slapping me until I couldn’t stop crying.”
Miranda’s hands on her hips are gentle. Mouth sucking on firm back muscles. Despite her own predisposition for strapons, she wielded it like she knew nothing else. Quickly working Emily to orgasm. She doesn’t stop at one. Keeps going until Emily slumps in the ropes and the hook is pretty much the only thing keeping her up.
“And I always thought I deserved it. I always thought I'd get nothing better because that is how my life had treated me. Not at all different from how he did.”
Miranda pulls out of her at that. Moving in front of her again.
“Open for me.”
Miranda says, hand on Emily’s left cheek while the other guides the toy to Emily’s lips.
“I don’t want to hear any choking, just sucking. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes mistress.”
Emily opens her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue. Feels the toy press into her mouth a little but stopping. Realising again that her wife wants her to set how deep she can go without choking. No fist in her hair. No hand at the back of her neck. No violence in her touch. Just Miranda’s hand on her cheek. Soothing her.
“Good girl, there’s no stress.”
Miranda praises when Emily starts to bob her head. Fast at first, until Miranda’s words land and she goes slower.
“You’re doing so well for me, my love.”
Emily moans around the toy. She misses her eyes, wanting to see Miranda’s lips curl up in satisfaction.
“Can I see you mistress? Please I miss seeing you.”
Miranda undoes the blindfold in silence. Putting it on Emily’s back. Her chest clenching when she sees how bloodshot the younger woman's eyes are.
“Am I hurting you?”
Miranda asks. Emily shakes her head. Mouth still dutifully sucking. Pushing deeper greedily until she chokes and Miranda pulls out of her mouth completely with a grimace.
“I’m sorry mistress, I’ll do better.”
Emily urgently says.
“I know you will, you’re my good girl.”
Emily’s pupils dilate at the praise.
“You can tell me the rest by the desk.”
Miranda says, undoing cuffs and ropes. Removing the analhook and the play collar. She guides Emily into her lap. Ass sinking down on the dildo with a moan and a groan.
“Stay still for me.”
Miranda says she guides Emily’s hands to hold the armrests of her chair. Popping of the nipple suckers. Leaning in to kiss and lick the sensitive buds. Emily writhes with a moan.
“I said, still.”
Miranda teeths at her nipples in warning.
“Yes mistress, I’m sorry.”
Miranda removes the clit sucker too, thumbs the bundle of nerves with a gentle touch. Fucking two fingers into Emily’s swollen and sopping cunt.
“This cunt belong to me.”
Miranda growls. Curling her fingers suddenly, laughing as Emily goes crosseyed.
“Yes- yes mistress.”
Miranda shifts and Emily moans. Feeling the movement in her filled ass.
“Tell me who this ass belong to.”
“My ass belongs to you Miranda- mistress miranda.”
Emily moans. Brain shattering as her pleasure overwhelms her.
“Please let me cum.”
Emily whines. Miranda leans forward kissing her way between Emily’s breasts. Up her neck where she sucks and bites.
“Cum for me.”
Miranda growls and Emily shatters with a high pitched scream. Miranda pulls her close. Keeps fingering her until she cums again and again. And she is a puddle in her embrace. whimpering a garbled mess of words.
“I want you to sit here with me, and think about the differences. And how loved and cared for you are. I want you to then thank me for everything different. And I want it to be earnest. Do take your time."
Miranda instructs, the order slow and firm straight into Emily’s left ear. She nods. too tired to respond. Letting herself be comforted in her mistress and wife’s embrace. She feels a third finger slip into her and her entire body flexes involuntarily. It doesn’t hurt. but the stretch ache, ache in that wonderful way only Miranda knew how to do.
“Mistress, god- you’re ruining me, my holes- I can’t.”
Emily breathes, nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck.
“I know baby, I’m making sure everyone knows you’re mine. No better mark than my fist deep in your pussy. Isn’t that right darling?”
Miranda says gently. Emily nods, whining as a forth finger pushes its way in. Miranda’s thumb still rubbing soothing circles on her clit.
“Deep breaths, relax for me.”
Miranda urges with a gentle rustle of Emily in her lap. The dildo in her ass moves and Emily’s mouth falls open. Miranda’s fist fits with the effort of gentle persistent force. Pushing it’s way in until the muscles relents. Emily whines. Her reflex to move off and away as it stings at first. Before it dulls and she is again soothed by a finger on her clit.
“Good girl, just like that. Taking me so well baby.”
Miranda noses at Emily’s chin, making her turn her head so their lips can meet. Miranda justles her gently in her lap. Kissing her way along her jaw, down her neck where she sucks and bites. Starting to move her fist back and forth slow and careful. Emily whines, her moans tight and fast.
“All mine, I’ll keep you ruined like this forever.”
Emily whines at the words. Tears hot against her face. Miranda moves her clit fondling hand to whipe away at the wetness.
“Am I hurting you?”
She asks again, Emily shakes her head.
“No- f-fuck, I’m happy. It feels so good, don’t stop. please don’t stop.”
“Tell me then, what makes me and him different.”
Emily looks at her, breath hitching as Miranda’s hand finds her clit again.
“You’ve never hurt me, not like that. Hurting me with no other purpose than to hurt me. You make the pleasure and pain mix- until I can’t tell them apart any more-”
Emily begins. She moans needier now when Miranda jostles her in her lap again.
“Ride me.”
“Yes- oh, yes.”
Emily lifts her hips slightly, slams it down and lets her body weight do the work. She repeats it until she finds a rhythm.
“Letting me set the pace- hurting me in ways you know you can minimize the risks- doing stuff you know I really want, and can really take- You push me within reason. And you love me, so much-”
She says between baited breaths and moans. Emily lets a loud sob rip from her throat as she cums again. But she keeps riding, because Miranda hasn’t told her to stop yet. Miranda withdraws her fist. Holding Emily still around the hips. Thrusting up into her and Emily cums again with a wail.
“Good girl, my good girl. Always doing everything so well for me, making me proud.”
Miranda lifts Emily off. Feels both holes momentarily loosened.
“These ruined holes belong to me.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Hop on to my desk, time for my taste.”
Miranda helps Emily move back on unsteady legs and shaky arms. Lowering her chair so she’s a comfortable height to eat her out properly. She tongues at the lose pussy muscles. Sees how well fucked she is, feels it with her mouth.
“Do be a darling and keep cuming for me.”
“Yes mistress.”
Emily cums quickly. Miranda, uses both hands to feel loosened muscles in both holes. Lifting her head to send a reminder.
“Don’t forget to thank me, darling.”
Miranda says before dipping back down, lapping hungrily. Moaning at the taste. At the state of her wife’s holes.
“Thank you mistress, for loving me, claiming me- keeping me safe- for ruining my holes.”
“Good girl, brave girl.”
Miranda praises. She helps Emily off the desk. makes sure she gets safely to the bath where they both sink down. Emily in Miranda’s embrace. Exhausted and already half asleep.