Day 10: Free Use/Cock(Strap-on)Warming
The cabin was nestled deep in the woods, surrounded by towering trees and the quiet murmur of the wind through the branches. It was remote, serene, and entirely disconnected from the bustling world that Miranda Priestly typically ruled with an iron fist. This was supposed to be a vacation—a much-needed break from the chaos of Runway, from the demands of the fashion world, and from the endless responsibilities that always weighed heavily on Miranda's shoulders.
And yet, it was something more.
For once, Miranda had allowed herself to step away from everything—her work, her carefully constructed image, even her role as a mother. The twins were with their father in London for the week, and Miranda, surprisingly, had no pressing deadlines. It was a rare moment of freedom, and Andrea had been planning this getaway for months, knowing Miranda needed it more than she'd ever admit.
They arrived at the cabin late in the evening, the sky a deep indigo as the last traces of daylight faded into twilight. Inside, the fireplace crackled softly, filling the space with warmth as they settled in for what was meant to be a week of relaxation.
But Andrea had something else in mind—a way to take this escape from reality to another level.
Miranda sat at the small breakfast table the next morning, her eyes scanning the open floor plan of the cabin, taking in the quiet comfort of the space. She wasn't used to being somewhere so... ordinary, but there was a sense of peace that came with it. A rare stillness. Andrea was sitting across from her, sipping a cup of coffee, her laptop open on the table as she skimmed through her latest article draft.
Miranda's gaze lingered on Andrea, she looked beautiful in her matching silk robe. The younger woman's face was illuminated by the soft morning light streaming through the cabin windows. There was something relaxed about Andrea, something grounded, and Miranda couldn't help but feel a sense of envy. Andrea had always managed to balance everything—her work, her relationship with Miranda, and her personal life. It seemed effortless for her, even in their most intimate moments.
Andrea glanced up from her laptop, catching Miranda's eye. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "You've been staring at me for the past five minutes, you know," she said softly, her tone filled with affection.
Miranda arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile. "I didn't realize I was being monitored."
Andrea set her coffee down, her smile widening. "Always," she teased lightly, though there was something more serious behind her gaze. "You seem... distracted. Are you okay?"
Miranda hesitated for a moment, her fingers lightly drumming on the table before she let out a soft sigh. "I am. But I'm not... used to this." She gestured vaguely to the cabin around them. "The quiet. The lack of demands."
Andrea leaned forward slightly, her gaze steady as she reached out to place her hand on Miranda's. "That's why we're here," she said softly. "You need this. And we talked about how we could make this time about more than just a break from Runway."
Miranda nodded slowly, her mind drifting back to the conversation they'd had before the trip. Andrea had been meticulous, as always, about setting the terms of what was to come. They had discussed everything—what this week would entail, how Miranda would be relinquishing her control, and how Andrea would be there to guide her through it. This wasn't just a vacation. This was about trust.
"You remember what we talked about?" Andrea asked, her voice gentle but firm. "I need to hear it from you."
Miranda's breath hitched slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she met Andrea's gaze. "Yes," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. "We discussed... relinquishing control. I agreed to let you take the lead."
Andrea's hand squeezed hers gently, her expression soft but serious. "And we also talked about safewords, didn't we?"
Miranda swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Andrea's hand. "Yes," she murmured. "Green means I'm fine, yellow means slow down, and red means stop and check-in and a cooling off. Cerulean means everything stops and aftercare."
"Nonverbal?"
"Tapping three times."
"Good," Andrea said softly, her thumb brushing lightly over Miranda's knuckles. "I need you to be open with me about how you're feeling. If anything feels wrong, you say it. No hesitation, no holding back."
Miranda nodded, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she processed the weight of what they were about to do. She wasn't used to being in this position—wasn't used to surrendering herself so completely to someone else. But with Andrea, she trusted it. She trusted her.
"And headspace check," Andrea added, her voice low as she leaned in closer. "I need to know where you are right now."
Miranda exhaled softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she centered herself. "I'm... present," she whispered, her voice steadying. "I'm ready."
Andrea smiled, her fingers gently lifting Miranda's chin as she pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Good," she murmured. "Because we're going to take this nice and slow."
Miranda's breath caught in her throat as Andrea stood up, moving around the table with quiet purpose. She reached into a bag by the counter and pulled out the strap-on Miranda knew well by now. Her heart raced with anticipation as Andrea walked back to her, the leather harness in her hands.
Andrea knelt beside Miranda, her hands sliding up her thighs, parting her legs slowly. "I want you to stay just like this while I work," Andrea whispered, her voice low and filled with a quiet command. "I want you to keep me warm while I finish editing."
Miranda shivered at the tone of Andrea's voice, her breath catching as Andrea's fingers brushed over the silk robe she wore. It was a delicate, expensive piece, perfectly tailored to Miranda's figure, but Andrea's hands had a way of making even the most luxurious clothing feel insignificant. With practiced ease, Andrea slipped her fingers beneath the belt of Miranda's robe, slowly undoing the knot and letting the fabric part to reveal the lace of her underwear underneath.
"Off," Andrea murmured softly, her fingers tracing the edge of the robe as she gently slid it from Miranda's shoulders, leaving her sitting there in nothing but her delicate lace panties. Miranda's breath hitched as the cool air of the cabin brushed against her exposed skin, her body already heating under Andrea's touch.
Andrea took her time, her fingers moving slowly as she hooked them around the waistband of Miranda's panties, gently tugging them down over her hips. She peeled them away inch by inch, her eyes never leaving Miranda's, and the slow, deliberate pace made Miranda's heart race.
Once Miranda was fully undressed, Andrea took a moment to admire her, her eyes sweeping over Miranda's bare body with a mixture of affection and desire. "You look perfect," Andrea whispered, her voice low and filled with warmth as she stood up, moving around the table to take her seat again. "Come here."
Miranda's breath came in shallow bursts as she stood up from her chair, her legs trembling slightly as she walked around to where Andrea sat. Andrea was still in her own silk robe, the strap-on harness already securely in place, the dildo standing erect between her legs. The sight of it made Miranda's pulse quicken, but she didn't move until Andrea beckoned her closer with a slow, deliberate gesture.
"Sit down," Andrea instructed softly, her hands resting on Miranda's hips as she guided her forward, positioning her over the toy. "Slowly."
Miranda swallowed hard, her heart racing as she lowered herself carefully, her knees trembling as she felt the tip of the strap-on press against her entrance. Andrea's hands held her steady, her grip firm but gentle, keeping Miranda from rushing the moment. "Take your time," Andrea murmured, her voice calm and steady as she guided Miranda's hips down, inch by inch.
The stretch was slow and deliberate, each inch of the strap-on filling Miranda in a way that made her body tremble. She gripped the back of the chair for support, her breath coming in soft gasps as she lowered herself further, feeling the dildo sink deeper inside her. Andrea's hands never left her hips, controlling the pace, making sure Miranda didn't rush, didn't give in to the overwhelming urge to take it all at once.
"Good," Andrea murmured, her voice soothing as her fingers tightened slightly around Miranda's waist. "Don't rush. Just let it fill you."
Miranda bit her lip, her body trembling as she finally settled onto Andrea's lap, the full length of the strap-on buried inside her. The pressure was intense, but it was a familiar sensation—one that sent waves of pleasure through her with each subtle movement. She tried to stay still, to remain composed, but her hips instinctively shifted, seeking more.
Andrea's hand came down hard on her thigh, a sharp slap that made Miranda gasp. "Don't move," Andrea said firmly, her voice carrying a note of warning. "You stay still until I say otherwise."
Miranda's breath hitched, her thighs trembling from the sting of Andrea's hand. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to regain her composure. The pressure between her legs was almost unbearable, the fullness inside her making it difficult to stay still, but she forced herself to obey.
Andrea's fingers brushed lightly over the spot where she had smacked Miranda's thigh, soothing the sting with a soft caress. "That's better," she murmured, her hands moving to Miranda's waist again, holding her in place as she settled back in her chair. "Now, just stay here. Keep me warm while I work."
Miranda's breath came in shallow gasps as Andrea's attention shifted back to her laptop, the casual nature of it all sending a thrill of both frustration and desire through her. She could feel every inch of the toy inside her, the steady pressure making her body hum with need, but she stayed perfectly still, just as Andrea had ordered.
Minutes passed in tense silence, the only sound in the room the soft click of Andrea's keyboard and the occasional rustle of paper. Miranda's body ached with the effort of staying still, her hips trembling with the need for movement, but each time she shifted even slightly, Andrea's hand came down on her thigh again, the sharp sting a reminder of who was in control.
"You're doing so well," Andrea murmured softly, her fingers brushing over Miranda's skin as she gave her thigh another gentle smack. "I know how badly you want to move. But you're going to wait, aren't you?"
Miranda let out a soft whimper, her hands gripping the back of the chair as she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered, though her voice trembled with barely contained need. "I'll wait."
Andrea's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her hand sliding up Miranda's body to cup one of her breasts, her fingers teasing the nipple with slow, deliberate movements. "Good girl," she murmured, her thumb and forefinger pinching Miranda's nipple, pulling it with just enough pressure to make Miranda gasp.
Miranda's body shuddered, her hips twitching involuntarily as the sharp pleasure shot through her, but she stayed still, her breath catching as Andrea's hand continued to toy with her nipple. Andrea knew exactly how to touch her—knew the pressure Miranda liked, the way she responded to rougher handling—and it only made the situation more unbearable.
"Still," Andrea warned softly, her fingers giving Miranda's nipple another hard pinch before moving to the other breast. "I didn't say you could move."
Miranda's breath came in shallow bursts, her entire body trembling as Andrea's fingers worked her over, tweaking and pulling at her nipples with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure and pain through her. She could feel her arousal building, the slick heat between her legs growing as she struggled to maintain her composure, but Andrea's calm, unbothered demeanor only heightened the tension.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Andrea leaned back in her chair, her eyes locking onto Miranda's. "You're doing so well, darling," she murmured softly, her hands resting on Miranda's hips again. "But I think you've earned a little more, don't you?"
Miranda let out a soft, desperate moan, her hips shifting as she nodded. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Andrea..."
Andrea's smile widened as she gently lifted Miranda's hips, pulling her up just enough to create a delicious friction between them before guiding her back down. Miranda gasped, her body trembling as the strap-on filled her again, the slow, deliberate movements sending waves of pleasure through her.
"You'll get what you want," Andrea whispered, her fingers digging into Miranda's hips as she guided her movements. "But you're going to do it on my terms."
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The morning stretched into late afternoon with a slow, peaceful rhythm, the sounds of the forest outside providing a calming backdrop to the otherwise charged atmosphere inside the cabin. Miranda had settled into the rhythm of things, though her mind still buzzed with the tension from earlier, her body sensitive from the deliberate teasing Andrea had indulged in.
After breakfast, they had both retreated to the living room, the fire crackling softly as they curled up together, Andrea reading while Miranda attempted to relax. But Andrea had made it clear that this wasn't just a vacation from work—it was also a break from the constant restraint Miranda kept herself under. Miranda had agreed to surrender, to give Andrea complete control over her body for the duration of their stay.
And Andrea was taking full advantage of that.
It started with a subtle touch—Andrea's fingers brushing over Miranda's thigh as they sat together, her hand slowly creeping higher until it was resting just beneath the hem of the soft robe Miranda had put back on. Miranda glanced over at Andrea, a questioning look in her eyes, but Andrea didn't look up from her book.
"Color?" Andrea asked softly, her fingers sliding a little higher.
Miranda's breath hitched, her thighs parting slightly as she nodded. "Green," she whispered, though her voice trembled with anticipation.
"Good." Andrea's hand moved higher, slipping beneath the fabric of Miranda's robe, her fingers brushing over the damp heat between her legs. Miranda hadn't bothered putting her panties back on after breakfast, and the soft, teasing touch made her entire body shudder.
Andrea didn't stop reading, her eyes still focused on the book in her other hand as her fingers stroked Miranda slowly, lazily. She knew exactly how to touch her—knew how to keep Miranda on edge without letting her fall over the precipice. It was maddeningly casual, the way Andrea took her time, treating Miranda's pleasure as if it were a background activity.
Miranda's hips shifted, her breath coming in shallow bursts as Andrea's fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her thighs tremble. She wanted to move, to arch into Andrea's touch, but she forced herself to stay still, knowing that Andrea would guide the pace.
"Stay still," Andrea murmured, her tone soft but firm as her fingers pressed harder against Miranda's clit, the pressure making Miranda's breath catch in her throat.
"I am," Miranda whispered, her voice filled with both need and frustration.
"Good girl," Andrea murmured, her fingers slipping lower, teasing Miranda's entrance but not pushing inside. "You're being so good for me."
Miranda's entire body was trembling, her hips twitching involuntarily as Andrea's fingers worked her over. But before she could get too lost in the sensation, Andrea pulled her hand away, leaving Miranda gasping for breath.
Andrea finally looked up from her book, her lips curling into a faint smile as she set it aside. "I think it's time for a little more attention, don't you?"
Miranda nodded weakly, her breath still coming in shallow gasps as she tried to regain her composure. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Andrea leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Miranda's ear. "Come here," she murmured, her voice low and filled with quiet command.
Miranda obeyed immediately, letting Andrea guide her onto her lap, her legs straddling Andrea's thighs as Andrea's hands moved to her waist. The intimacy of the position made Miranda's heart race, her body already aching for more as she felt the heat radiating off Andrea's skin.
"Lean back," Andrea whispered, her fingers sliding up Miranda's sides, her thumbs brushing over her ribs.
Miranda did as she was told, her breath catching as Andrea's hands cupped her breasts, her thumbs teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of the robe. The sensation was overwhelming, and Miranda's head fell back, her hips pressing forward instinctively as Andrea continued to toy with her.
"Green?" Andrea asked, her voice soft but filled with intent.
Miranda nodded, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she whispered, "Green."
Andrea smiled, her hands sliding down to grip Miranda's hips as she guided her into a slow, deliberate grind, their bodies pressing together in a lazy, intimate rhythm. The slow pace was maddening, the heat between them building with each subtle movement. Miranda's breath hitched as Andrea's fingers brushed over her clit again, the teasing touch making her thighs tremble.
"You're so sensitive," Andrea murmured, her voice filled with affection as her fingers circled Miranda's clit with deliberate slowness. "I can feel how close you are already."
Miranda moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as the pleasure built inside her, but Andrea's hands tightened on her hips, keeping her movements controlled. "Not yet," Andrea whispered, her lips brushing against Miranda's neck. "You're going to hold on for me."
Miranda whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to follow Andrea's command. The pleasure was overwhelming, but the way Andrea kept her on edge, the way she maintained complete control, only made it more intense.
For the next few minutes, Andrea kept Miranda right on the brink, her fingers teasing and stroking with maddening precision, keeping her from falling over the edge. Miranda's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling violently as she fought to stay still.
"Please," Miranda finally gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Andrea..."
Andrea's smile widened, her fingers finally pressing harder against Miranda's clit, her other hand guiding Miranda's hips into a faster rhythm. "You can let go now," Andrea whispered softly, her voice filled with command. "Come for me."
With a sharp cry, Miranda's body shattered, her hips bucking wildly as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping for breath. Andrea held her steady, her fingers never faltering as she worked Miranda through the release, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Miranda was completely spent, her body slumping against Andrea's.
"Good girl," Andrea whispered, her lips pressing a soft kiss to Miranda's temple. "You did so well."
The day continued in a similar fashion—each scene flowing effortlessly into the next. Andrea would touch Miranda whenever the mood struck, whether it was during lunch, while they were walking outside, or simply while they sat together by the fire. Every time, she would check in, asking for a color, ensuring Miranda was comfortable before continuing.
Later that afternoon, they found themselves in the living room again, the sunlight streaming through the windows as they sat on the couch. Andrea's hand rested casually on Miranda's thigh, her fingers slowly inching higher as she continued their casual conversation.
"Color?" Andrea asked softly, her fingers brushing over the heat between Miranda's legs again, her touch light and teasing.
"Green," Miranda whispered, her voice breathless.
Without another word, Andrea shifted, guiding Miranda to lie back on the couch as she moved between her legs. Her fingers slipped inside Miranda this time, the slow, deliberate strokes sending waves of pleasure through her already sensitive body.
Miranda's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Andrea's fingers worked her over, her hips moving in time with Andrea's hand. The casual way Andrea touched her, the way she took what she wanted while making sure Miranda was cared for, made the experience even more intense.
"You're mine," Andrea whispered softly, her lips brushing against Miranda's ear as her fingers moved faster. "And I'm going to take care of you whenever I want."
Miranda's breath hitched, her body trembling with pleasure as she nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes," she gasped. "I'm yours."