She shouldn't want to know... 1/14
I am trying something different. It won't be everyone's cup of tea but I hope some like it. I promise, no one dies and I did my best to avoid tear inducing scenes.
Here are links to all parts:
1/14 - ... who is Lady A-?
2/14 - Interlude: Irv is Frustrated
3/14 - ... how much submission excites her.
4/14 - ... if Andrea has a girlfriend.
5/14 - Interlude: Irv Finds Ammunition
6/14 - ... the identity of her playmates.
7/14 - Interlude: More Frustration for Irv.
8/14 - ... how much her friends value her.
9/14 - ... how much of a turn on Lady S- is.
10/14 - Interlude: Irv Gets a Warning
11/14 - ... how many kneel to Lady A-.
12/14 - Interlude: Irv in Lust
13/14 - ... how life could get any better.
14/14 - ... what was coming in the future.
Author: TrialPenmanship
Title: She shouldn't want to know...
Chapter 1/14 ... who is Lady A-?
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Emily/Serena (Miranda/Andrea established)
Prompt: None
Length/Word Count: 8k+
Summary: Emily shouldn't want to know the things she finds out even if she does likes it afterwards
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada, the book and the movie are owned by their respective producers. I am making no money from this foray into femslash fanfiction.
A/N: Once again, I labeled the sections as chapters though they are very short.
A/N: Also once again, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone.
A/N: There is a lot of backstory here that isn't included. I might be able to be persuaded to put that into writing.
A/N: This deals with bondage and discipline. I am not in the lifestyle so it is probably all bull*, but know that the characters don't view themselves as being in the lifestyle. It applies to certain aspects of their personal lives so that they have an area where they may relax.
Emily really should have minded her own business but Andrea was down at The Corner Delhi getting their order when the messenger arrived and Emily couldn't resist a sneak peak into the garment bags from Lilliana Davies. Miranda had received an outfit from the new designer last month and, according to gossip, had met with her twice for lunch.
She was still looking at the patent leather, pvc, and fabric outfit complete with thigh boots, and mask, and holding the note that had been in plain view once the outfit was revealed when Andrea walked in the door with their food. The cow hadn't even looked embarassed as she snagged the note from Emily's hand and proceeded into the kitchen.
Emily stood still frozen by shock as the note continued to burn into her brain.
Lady A-,
Here is the design as agreed upon with Miss Lynx. If it does not fit perfectly or you have any issues please bring it back so I can attempt, in my small way, to satisfy your needs.
Yours in Service,
Miss Jaguar,
P.S. OMG, Andy! What have you done? I had my second meeting with Miranda yesterday and she approved my sketches. I've got a month to realize them in life. I owe you so much!
P.P.S. I told Natalia about our first meeting - how I took you home and then knelt submissively. That was the most turned on I have ever seen her. She's looking over my shoulder and wants to know when she can meet you to get a tail and a name.
Love,
Ana
"Emily. Emily! Yo, bitch!" Emily started as she realized that her friend had called her name and she hadn't responded.
"Oh, shut up!" Emily shot back. "I'm just in shock at the amount of food you've brought back." Emily moved to the kitchen and pulled glasses and plates as the brunette pulled an impressive number of containers from the bags she'd carried in.
She closed her eyed and inhaled a heady aroma and moaned. "Shrimp Vindaloo? God, Andrea, maybe I should stop looking for a stunt cock and marry you!"
"Nah, but Serena can be trained." Andy tried her occasional comment to push the two women back together. Unfortunately for Emily what came to mind was the outfit and the note and she almost dropped the bottles of beer that she was pulling from the refrigerator.
They managed to get through most of the evening avoiding the black latex elephant in the room before Emily was drunk enough to comment upon it.
"So, are you, like, the one in charge? Is that what the well dressed dominatrix is wearing?" She gestured drunkenly at the outfit.
"No, Em. Most people in the lifestyle are not dressed in designer clothing and I am not in the lifestyle. I dabble and do my best not to harm the women who kneel to me."
"But you are a dominatrix. God, if Miranda could see you now. Or Nigel. Before and after indeed."
Andrea blushed as she pulled out her phone. "I'll call you a cab." One short call later, then, "Ten minutes."
"What about me?" Six months ago she and Serena had broken up. She'd been on a couple dates since then but none had managed to spark her interest like Serena. She refused to cry as she thought about the woman who had left her when she'd expressed distaste at the thought of anal sex, or being tied up, or pretty much anything that seemed out of the ordinary
to her.
"What?" Andrea had her arm around Emily's shoulder as she Emily closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together.
"What about me? Would you dominate me?" Maybe if she learned she could get Serena back.
"Em. I don't play one on one. Are you sure that you want that?" At the redhead's nod she continued, "even if I don't touch you during the first session? Would you consent to me directing you to have sex with another woman?"
Emily nodded again her tears ending as she realized that the aching frustration which wasn't relieved even by masturbation might finally be relieved. What was the phrase that Serena had tried to get her to use? Right. "Yes, Mistress."
"No, Em. Here and now it is Andy, or Andrea. You'll know when Lady A- makes an appearance.
Andrea saw her down to the cab and kissed her chastely and gently on the cheek as she said, "Lady A- will be in touch," and Emily rode off to her lonely apartment.
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Here are links to all parts:
1/14 - ... who is Lady A-?
2/14 - Interlude: Irv is Frustrated
3/14 - ... how much submission excites her.
4/14 - ... if Andrea has a girlfriend.
5/14 - Interlude: Irv Finds Ammunition
6/14 - ... the identity of her playmates.
7/14 - Interlude: More Frustration for Irv.
8/14 - ... how much her friends value her.
9/14 - ... how much of a turn on Lady S- is.
10/14 - Interlude: Irv Gets a Warning
11/14 - ... how many kneel to Lady A-.
12/14 - Interlude: Irv in Lust
13/14 - ... how life could get any better.
14/14 - ... what was coming in the future.
Author: TrialPenmanship
Title: She shouldn't want to know...
Chapter 1/14 ... who is Lady A-?
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Emily/Serena (Miranda/Andrea established)
Prompt: None
Length/Word Count: 8k+
Summary: Emily shouldn't want to know the things she finds out even if she does likes it afterwards
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada, the book and the movie are owned by their respective producers. I am making no money from this foray into femslash fanfiction.
A/N: Once again, I labeled the sections as chapters though they are very short.
A/N: Also once again, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone.
A/N: There is a lot of backstory here that isn't included. I might be able to be persuaded to put that into writing.
A/N: This deals with bondage and discipline. I am not in the lifestyle so it is probably all bull*, but know that the characters don't view themselves as being in the lifestyle. It applies to certain aspects of their personal lives so that they have an area where they may relax.
Emily really should have minded her own business but Andrea was down at The Corner Delhi getting their order when the messenger arrived and Emily couldn't resist a sneak peak into the garment bags from Lilliana Davies. Miranda had received an outfit from the new designer last month and, according to gossip, had met with her twice for lunch.
She was still looking at the patent leather, pvc, and fabric outfit complete with thigh boots, and mask, and holding the note that had been in plain view once the outfit was revealed when Andrea walked in the door with their food. The cow hadn't even looked embarassed as she snagged the note from Emily's hand and proceeded into the kitchen.
Emily stood still frozen by shock as the note continued to burn into her brain.
Lady A-,
Here is the design as agreed upon with Miss Lynx. If it does not fit perfectly or you have any issues please bring it back so I can attempt, in my small way, to satisfy your needs.
Yours in Service,
Miss Jaguar,
P.S. OMG, Andy! What have you done? I had my second meeting with Miranda yesterday and she approved my sketches. I've got a month to realize them in life. I owe you so much!
P.P.S. I told Natalia about our first meeting - how I took you home and then knelt submissively. That was the most turned on I have ever seen her. She's looking over my shoulder and wants to know when she can meet you to get a tail and a name.
Love,
Ana
"Emily. Emily! Yo, bitch!" Emily started as she realized that her friend had called her name and she hadn't responded.
"Oh, shut up!" Emily shot back. "I'm just in shock at the amount of food you've brought back." Emily moved to the kitchen and pulled glasses and plates as the brunette pulled an impressive number of containers from the bags she'd carried in.
She closed her eyed and inhaled a heady aroma and moaned. "Shrimp Vindaloo? God, Andrea, maybe I should stop looking for a stunt cock and marry you!"
"Nah, but Serena can be trained." Andy tried her occasional comment to push the two women back together. Unfortunately for Emily what came to mind was the outfit and the note and she almost dropped the bottles of beer that she was pulling from the refrigerator.
They managed to get through most of the evening avoiding the black latex elephant in the room before Emily was drunk enough to comment upon it.
"So, are you, like, the one in charge? Is that what the well dressed dominatrix is wearing?" She gestured drunkenly at the outfit.
"No, Em. Most people in the lifestyle are not dressed in designer clothing and I am not in the lifestyle. I dabble and do my best not to harm the women who kneel to me."
"But you are a dominatrix. God, if Miranda could see you now. Or Nigel. Before and after indeed."
Andrea blushed as she pulled out her phone. "I'll call you a cab." One short call later, then, "Ten minutes."
"What about me?" Six months ago she and Serena had broken up. She'd been on a couple dates since then but none had managed to spark her interest like Serena. She refused to cry as she thought about the woman who had left her when she'd expressed distaste at the thought of anal sex, or being tied up, or pretty much anything that seemed out of the ordinary
to her.
"What?" Andrea had her arm around Emily's shoulder as she Emily closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together.
"What about me? Would you dominate me?" Maybe if she learned she could get Serena back.
"Em. I don't play one on one. Are you sure that you want that?" At the redhead's nod she continued, "even if I don't touch you during the first session? Would you consent to me directing you to have sex with another woman?"
Emily nodded again her tears ending as she realized that the aching frustration which wasn't relieved even by masturbation might finally be relieved. What was the phrase that Serena had tried to get her to use? Right. "Yes, Mistress."
"No, Em. Here and now it is Andy, or Andrea. You'll know when Lady A- makes an appearance.
Andrea saw her down to the cab and kissed her chastely and gently on the cheek as she said, "Lady A- will be in touch," and Emily rode off to her lonely apartment.
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