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The address she’s given leads her to the upper echelon of New York, a large mansion that makes itself look suburban despite being so close to the center of the city. The house itself looks mundane enough, 6 or 7 bedrooms spanning across 4 storeys, with a side front lawn with flowers and landscaped - properly managed and trimmed - garden beds instead of the cheap turf her dad installed back home. She reckons the bedroom probably has a pool, or even a barbeque pit. Most importantly, it’s a house that has had to have cost a pretty penny - which only means one thing - her new client was fucking wealthy.
Andy waves off the cab that took her here a respectable distance from the estate, and chooses to walk from there on out. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with but it was better to be careful then risk losing the paycheck that would pay her rent this month. As she reaches closer to the property itself, Andy pulls out her phone, opening up the file with the client information. Miranda Priestly, 59, single, no criminal record. She notices a blank on the sexuality column and raises a brow.
She knows the agency has male subs too - plenty of them actually, but who was she to assume anything about a client?
It appears that Miranda chose to leave the rest of the form blank as well, including the preferences and safewords section. Andy sighs as she trudges toward the front door. More work for her to do today. But at least her bank account was happy - Miranda had paid the full fee upfront for today’s non-session. It was rare for anyone to pay the full fee, yet alone for a meeting that wouldn’t involve any clothes coming off. Andy would describe it as more of a consult, a get to know me but less friendly.
Andy sighs again and checks her watch, counting down as the hand moves to 9pm sharp. She typically would not be having any sessions this late but her agency had mentioned how deep the client’s pockets were and well - who was Andy to say no to such a hefty sum? She sends a brief text to Doug to let him know of her whereabouts (She really really can’t afford to be kidnapped and it’s better to be careful) - and signs herself off as she rings the doorbell.
She takes a step back and gives herself one last look down, adjusting her blouse underneath her coat and smoothing her lapel. It’s a 2014 Winter collection Dior coat - which was definitely out of her budget - but Andy’s long learned how important it was to make a good impression on a new client. She looks presentable, serious, formal. Nothing like what someone with her job description would look like.
While she does enjoy her job on most days, it had started off as a side hustle when she was trying to afford college at Northwestern - but the money was surprisingly decent, borderline good – and there was always this certain rush that came with each session, one that Andy had tried to replace but with futile results. She’d decide to commit to it full time after graduation, choosing to have journalism be her side hustle instead. Now, after approximately a decade in this industry and at a full-fledged 34-years-old, Andy would say she’s doing well, probably better than she should've been as a journalist, if she’s honest.
The door opens before she can spiral any further and she’s met with a woman about her height, with the most beautiful glossy white hair and a face that would send college Andy into a frenzy. Light blue eyes pierce into hers as she says nothing, except widens the door slightly to let Andy into the house before it closes gently behind her. She’s dressed in a similar blue blouse to Andy’s (better material probably) - and long silk pants.
The house is stupidly huge, beige and white tones litter across the expanse, standard of someone rich. The floors are obviously swept, every surface wiped. She feels a sort of intimidation as she takes her first few steps in - while her sessions were definitely not cheap, most of her previous clients weren’t living in places like these.
“Welcome.” The lady’s voice trickles across the air past her skin and into her system, a sweet velvety purr that makes her melt on the spot. “Take a seat, anywhere you like.”
Andy finds herself helpless, sitting down on an inconspicuous chair at a comically large dining table, choosing the one that looks the least scary. She perches lightly at the edge of her seat, voice falling short as she stares helplessly at the woman - Miranda - taking a seat across from her.
“Uhm. I - I like your blouse.” She stutters out. And sue her, the blouse was actually stunning, hugging her at all the right curves.
“Oh - Of course.” Miranda looks down at the piece of clothing. “It’s a cerulean blouse. From Chanel’s spring collection.”
And there it was. Definitely way more than her salary could afford.
“Andréa? That’s the name the agency mentioned.” Miranda starts, tone serious and taut - she sounded almost stressed, or nervous.
The way her name rolls off Miranda’s tongue makes her stomach churn. Andy nearly cracks beneath her scrutiny, blushing slightly at the lilting tone she used. Andy thinks no number of years in the industry could ever prepare her for someone like Miranda - someone so graceful, so commanding.
“Uhm - oh. Yes. Andrea Sachs. But you can call me Andy.”
“I’ll stick to Andréa.” Miranda eyes her dubiously and reaches a slender hand across the table, “I’m Miranda, though I assume you knew that.” Andy reaches her own trembling hand out and shakes it. She forces herself to cool her nerves, reminding herself that she’s done this countless times before.
Miranda’s hands feel cool and delicate, her grip strong. Andy lets her mind wander briefly to how those hands would feel pressing against her ass. She has to remind herself to breathe, shaking back with just enough fervour to not seem like she was just thinking about getting spanked during what was not supposed to be a session.
“Nice to meet you, Miranda.” Her breath slowly starts to come back when Miranda leans back against her chair.
She exuded confidence even though her shoulders were tense, her back straight - her blue eyes pinning Andy in place.
She swallowed hard, suddenly feeling smaller under the careful gaze, and a shiver runs down her spine. "What would you like to start with?"
Miranda pursed her lips and looked almost bored if not for the faint blush on her cheeks. The situation that they found themselves in was clearly making her uncomfortable to an extent.
Andy understood and would even go as far as to say she empathized, but making the process smooth was part of the parcel and if anything - she was hard working.
"I was under the impression that you would be the one to inform me about everything," her tone of voice sharp with an evident lack of patience.
"I-," Andy cleared her throat and nodded. Straight to the point then. "Today, we’re just going to go through some details of our contract and it will not be a session, like the agency said. I’ll just be going through some of the fine print and whether I would be fit as your submissive. Any questions so far?”
“No, do continue.” Miranda murmurs, lashes batting like they’re trying to egg Andy on.
“I have an NDA for both of us to sign, just to ensure confidentiality between the agreeing parties. I will also have some paperwork I’ll need you to read, and we can move forward with negotiating the details.” Andy reaches into her work bag and pulls out a pen and an NDA, sliding it across the table for Miranda to have a look.
Miranda raises a brow, “Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t - Am I supposed to?” Andy shakes her head, eyes squinting in mild confusion. It wouldn’t be that surprising if this - Miranda Priestly - was someone famous, looking at the size of the house and how well taken care of she seemed.
“No,” Miranda looks surprised by that revelation but shakes her head, “I’ll show you the backdoor after, use that from now on. The paparazzi have cooled off recently, I hope it remains that way.” While the last sentence is definitely a targeted warning, Andy nods in understanding. Living in a place like New York means she does find clients within influential circles sometimes. Miranda goes back to studying the NDA, gripping the paper like she was trying to expel secrets from it.
After a long and thorough read, she finally signs it. Andy takes her time to sign her portion of it, trying not to crack under Miranda’s gaze. She gives a shy half smile when she’s through with it. “There. All done.”
Miranda does not return the sentimentality, choosing to purse her lips as she looks dead into Andy’s eyes. “Andréa, I do take my privacy very seriously. If I find anything has leaked, you won’t have a career in New York anymore. Let alone in all of America.”
Andy gulps. She can hear her heart in her ears and a part of her wants to get up and leave - though another, more professional part tells her to stay seated. While she generally doesn’t take threats seriously, she has a feeling Miranda would go through with everything she said, and more.
It’s fucking hot.
“You don’t have to worry, Miranda. Everything we do will remain confidential, strictly between us.”
“I don’t worry, Andréa. I know. ”
“Understood.” Miranda seems to calm after that, shoulders losing some of the tension it had been carrying when she had first opened the door.
“So,” Andy continues after clearing her throat, “You mentioned via your email and the form the agency had you fill – you are looking for a sub, yes?”
Miranda nods, just a brief movement that causes her hair to shake slightly. Andy thinks if she had such a head of hair, she would never take a bath just to keep it that way.
“I have a list of what I am okay with, as well as what I consider a hard limit. It’s included in our contract. If you choose to proceed.” She slides a folder to Miranda. “Here’s a copy.”
Andy continues, now more in her element, “I would be open to trying most things as these sessions cater to you as my client. However there are certain plays that I would not engage in such as Knife play -” Miranda makes a brief face then before it falls back to its stoic, neutral, sort-of-judgmental form. “ -I also need you to let me know what your limits are. And a safe word too, please. ”
“Is the whole process always this complicated?” Miranda snarks, “I didn’t think I was hiring someone to feed me paperwork.”
Andy frowns at the tone. Consent was the foundation for everything they were doing and she needed Miranda to understand that. “I am doing this for both our safeties, Miranda. When we are engaging in a scene, words like No or Yes will not matter – you could be saying one thing and meaning the complete opposite. My job is to make sure you are satisfied, and to do that, I need to understand you.”
She purses her lips in irritation but otherwise doesn’t say anything else. Andy frowns at the lack of apology but chooses to ignore it just so the night can end on a smooth note. It’s definitely a lack of professionalism to not demand a certain amount of respect but Andy’s good at reading people - and she knows asking for respect from a person like Miranda will get her absolutely nowhere.
Miranda seems to understand the basics, though she looks up in confusion, as if to ask why a dominant would require something usually reserved for subs. Andy is quick to clariy, “Since my job also includes planning our scenes – with your input of course – it would be necessary for me to know what you are comfortable with as well. Of course, safe words are required on both ends, just so that we both remain fully comfortable and consenting during scenes.”
Miranda gives another nod, less brief this time, and starts filling the information out. She gives a brief look at her list, reading with definitely less care than the NDA before tossing it back to her. “I think our visions are aligned, Andréa. So, now what?”
“Is this your first time, Miranda?” Andy tries to keep her tone soft and expression open but Miranda’s face contorts into a frown.
“Why? Is that a problem? Do bore someone else with your questions, Andréa.”
She shakes her head frantically, till Miranda’s frown fades and replaces itself with suspicion. Andy sighs inwardly, she was definitely going to be a handful down the line.
“I just wanted to check. To make sure you understand all the terminologies and information so we can move on. I know you typically see professional doms around instead of subs but really it’s the same thing, still the same job – just that I'm on the receiving end.”
“Yes, I know everything.” Miranda looks like she’s on the verge of just kicking Andy out. “It’s my first experience with a sub personally but I've been around the scene.”
Andy nods, filing that away for another day. She looks through what Miranda has written, her eyebrows rising slightly with each page she flicks through. Nearly all the limits were the same - if Miranda wasn’t a client and Andy was more of a whore, she’d have pounced by now. A bossy, demeaning, older dom? Sign her the fuck up.
Something catches her eye then. “So, Runway is your safeword? Like the magazine?”
“Yes,” Miranda smirks, sounding something akin to proud. “I’m the Editor-in-Chief at Runway, Andréa.”
Which working class journalist didn’t know what Runway was? Her eyebrows fly to the top of her head and Andy has to remind herself where she is.
Miranda continues, seemingly no care for the shock still on her face. “ I thought having something related to work would wear off the mood.”
Andy smiles as that - her own safeword was Ohio after all.
“I’d like to know whether there was any particular reason you hired a submissive? Not to pry of course, just a part of the job. I want to know whether you’re seeking something physical, emotional, or something else from this so I can give that to you through our scenes.”
Miranda seems to put aside her apprehension as she thinks for a second. Her tone is cocksure and arrogant, “I work a very demanding job with very incompetent employees. I want an experience where someone listens to instructions for once.”
Andy stifles a laugh - well, that’s certainly a first.
“Of course, I’d always been interested in this specific field, but now that my two daughters are off to college, I decided it was time I finally indulged.”
She nods along as Miranda speaks, it seemed like a reasonable explanation and everything was also going fairly well so far. Andy’s dealt with people that definitely did not have decent intentions like Miranda did and she thanks her lucky star that she’s bagged a good client. While it might be her first experience dominating someone, Andy figures she’s a good enough sub to get them both by.
“Beyond the obvious, I also want something physical. I’ve been single for far too long.”
“That’s a – pretty good reason actually.” Andy hums thoughtfully and leans over to flit through her papers, pulling out the list again.
“Says here you’re interested in impact play, orgasm control and denial, offering praise and punishments?”
Miranda nods, skin suddenly flushed as she stands up towards the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. She returns with a glass of red and sits herself down again, swirling her glass and staring into the red liquid like it would help her through the rest of what Andy had in store.
“Impact play can be tough at the start since we are unfamiliar with each other’s limits – for our first session, we’d have to keep it light if we’re moving forward with this.”
Miranda huffs in what seems like annoyance at how tedious the whole process seems to be but acquiesces when Andy doesn’t budge. “Yes, that’s okay with me. I assume I can continue to contact you through email?”
Andy nods but offers her phone in hand. “While that is okay, I’d like your number, that will make it easier for us to arrange sessions and payments.”
Miranda takes the phone from her open hand, fingers brushing against her palm as she does. Andy shivers in anticipation for the future as Miranda types in her contact information.
“If you do text, make sure to keep it after 9pm.”
Andy nods and chooses to keep the questions to herself.
The contract itself is for five sessions, excluding today - typically it would come mostly pre-scheduled for once every 2 weeks, but Andy doesn’t think Miranda would agree with that. She sighs but the money in her pockets keeps her trudging on. After the five sessions are complete, Miranda could choose to negotiate and change terms of the contract, either signing on to another short term one or a long term one that could go up to a year. She explains this to Miranda who has the audacity to look bored, sipping on her wine like it’s just another Sunday.
“Will I know when you will be next available?”
Miranda waves her off, “Nothing for now. I will reach out when I know.”
Andy clenches her jaw in frustration - being Miranda’s submissive was definitely going to be a pain in her ass - which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She was demanding - something Andy greatly enjoyed. She’d encountered doms who just couldn’t find their footing making all the rules, or even worse, those who didn’t even understand the female body.
“Do let me know at least two days in advance so I can plan out our scenes and prepare all the equipment you’d like to use on me.” Andy glares at Miranda’s care-free attitude but she just responds with a dead pan look.
“Yes, yes.”
After the plan is set and confirmed at least 12 hours before the scene itself, everything begins the moment Andy steps into the house. From then on, Miranda will be her dom - and she would be expected to follow any and all rules implemented.
Andy brings up the topic of aftercare, at which Miranda finally rolls her eyes and reluctantly agrees to it. Andy can’t tell if she would actually go through with it though, “Aftercare is something non-negotiable with me, no matter who it is on the receiving end. I won’t be a suitable sub if you refuse.”
Miranda glares with as much annoyance and fury she can muster without losing her temper entirely. “Fine. Aftercare - I get it.”
“Thank you.” Andy gives a soft smile. “Before our next session, I wanna check - is there anything you’d like for me to call you?”
“Miranda will do. No Ms. Priestly - or even worse, Mdm. No pet names either.”
“Yes, Miranda.” Andy says dutifully. She swears she sees Miranda’s gaze darken as she bites her lip slightly. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t trying, at least a little bit, to seduce Miranda. Difficult or not – she was fucking sexy.
“Yes,” Miranda chokes out, finally thrown off balance by Andy’s very act of submission. “Like that is good.”
It’s the first word of praise Andy’s received from her and she’s already basking in the glory of it. She was a submissive to the bone, getting off on praise, pain and degradation. Of course, she was open to topping and bottoming, which had helped her gain more clients in the past. She lets Miranda privy to that fact which earns her a soft hum.
“Lastly, is there anything you would like me to prepare before our next session?” Andy asks, and elaborates, “Some like it when I'm completely shaven clean - things like that.”
Miranda smiles cruelly, setting her now empty glass of wine down. “I read through your limits that you enjoy orgasm control and denial.”
Miranda rolls her sleeves up and Andy can’t wait to have her face in those hands, her body controlled by them.
She stutters out a ‘ Yes ’, utterly entranced by the performance Miranda seemed to be putting on. It was like she suddenly released sex appeal, making Andy’s skin crawl as Miranda just smiled, like she knew what she was doing.
“I have a simple task for you then, Andréa.”
“Yes, Miranda?” Andy whines out, already feeling her underwear soak through just from the look Miranda’s giving her. Miranda obviously detects the hitch in her voice, and has the nerve to look satisfied with how easy Andy seemed to be – even she felt just a flicker of shame to fall into this headspace so easily. It was like Miranda was pulling her in, playing her around like some puppet.
“Don’t touch yourself till our session. No toys either.” Miranda says, eyes piercing into her like asking for a challenge. “You can do something so simple for me, can’t you?”
“Mhm,” Andy’s voice trickles out in soft whimpers, as she nods. “Will I have to wait long?”
“You’ll wait however long I want you to wait.” Miranda growls out, reaching across the table to hold Andy’s chin between her fingers. “Look at you, needy thing.”
Andy sinks deeper into subspace, letting Miranda’s voice float through her brain as she nods along. While getting into the right headspace was not a difficult feat, Miranda seemed to know all the right buttons to push, the right words to say, to get Andy to fall pliant.
“I’ll schedule a session sometime next week. I will send you a message of the date and time.”
Andy slowly slips back into her own body as she finds her voice again. “Yes, Miranda. Do let me know if there’s anything specific you want to try.”
“I will.” Miranda stands up and looks at Andy expectantly, as if waiting for her to follow. She hurriedly clambers up from her position in the chair, slipping all the documents in her carry-on, making a mental note to make a copy for the agency and an extra for herself at home.
She stretches her legs, shaking them slightly so they don’t cramp while she’s leaving whats soon-to-be her new dominant’s home.
Ever the graceful host, Miranda walks her to the backdoor and opens it, revealing a well kept pool, and a backgate. “Take a right from that gate and you’ll be back on the main street. Get a cab from there.”
Miranda places a 50 dollar bill in her open palms, with a look in her eyes that tells her to just shut up and take it. Andy’s not the kind of broke where she can’t afford a taxi and is about to point that out but figures these things don’t matter to people like Miranda. She closes her palms around the bill, nodding in thanks as she steps outside the house, turning to face Miranda on the first step.
Miranda leans against the doorframe, still as stiff as she was at the beginning of the night - but now with a hint of desire shining behind those blue eyes. “I will see you soon, Andréa. Do remember to behave yourself.”
Andy chuckles and decides now that she’s actually out of that intoxicating atmosphere in the house, she’d push, “And what if I decide not to? Are you going to punish me, Miranda?”
“If I find out you’ve been disobedient, I’ll do more than punish, Andréa. I will make sure you won’t be able to sit properly for the weeks to come.”
Andy has no doubt that Miranda would go through with everything she said. And she had mentioned, she wanted someone obedient, not a brat. Well, Andy could certainly pull that off. “I will be on my best behaviour then, Miranda.”
“Well - yes.” Miranda hums in amusement, “Your performance today has been - adequate. I will see you next week, Andréa. That’s all.”
Andy rocks back and forth on her feet as she watches Miranda shut the door behind her, waiting till she hears the faint sound of it locking before turning and walking out the backgate.
Miranda was obviously going to be a challenge - even when dishing out praise she remained cold, and god knows how far her demanding streak went. Andy smiles and raises her arm out to call for a taxi. She hasn’t found a challenge quite like this before.
She has to admit, it is rather exciting.