“Mistress, did you … did you just weld this onto me?”
The other woman seemed to be recovering her energy quickly, or perhaps was just excited by the question. “And tough work it was, too. Like I said, there are some elements in that alloy that are tough for me to melt. Trust me, little damane. You’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.”
“Mistress … Addie … I’m starting to freak out a little here …”
Mistress Lanfear put a gentle finger to Isari’s lips. She also ignored the use of her out-of-character name this time. “Like I said. You’re not going to like it, but you’re going to love it.” She sent another sensation through the collar, this time of the riding crop being drawn slowly up and down Isari’s ass, on the exposed cheeks on either side of the inescapable metallic prison. “And I’m prepared to deal with a little bit of your freaking out, in quite a variety of ways–” Isari wasn’t sure that she wanted to ask whether she meant a variety of ways of dealing with Isari freaking out, or a variety of ways in which Mistress Lanfear expected her to freak out– “but you just renewed your vow to trust and obey, and I am going to hold you to that now. But if you want me to answer some more of your questions, I think you know what might put me in a more indulgent mood.”
Isari gulped, and bit back a torrent of questions and responses that immediately came to mind. Maybe answer some of my questions first? I’m the one with the welded-on pussy prison here! This is pushing the limits of trust more than a little, even just after giving me my best orgasm of the last three years, maybe my life! But that thought brought back the memory of what had happened just a few minutes ago, hovering in the air, the extraordinary phenomenon that had defined her entire life since that fateful night at Red Top Mountain tamed and turned from a curse to something beautiful and powerful. It said something about how upside-down her life had become that she was on the border of freaking out now. Not, for example, when she had looked down and found that she was levitating above a wild lake of energy that no physicist alive, except for maybe the Wheel of Time superfan that had just collared her with a functional a’dam and then added a near-matching chastity belt for good measure, could explain.
She closed her eyes, which of course only heightened the sensation of the intruders within her most intimate places, her consciousness of the power her mistress now wielded over her. The aphrodisiac of helplessness was strong. Strong enough to let her live the fantasy a while longer, and deal with the reality–which was beyond her control, apparently, anyway–later.
“Isari?” Mistress prodded. Controlled, but urgent. Isari grinned inwardly. She might have missed that extra note if she’d had her eyes open and had been lost in the power of the emerald-eyed woman’s own gaze. Mistress definitely wanted to cum. More indulgent mood indeed.
Isari opened her eyes, letting herself drown in those emerald eyes again, but also bringing a thousand-watt smile to her own face, and giving her newly-brushed hair a coquettish flip. “Just one question, then, Mistress.”
Mistress Lanfear arched an eyebrow. She had clearly seen the change come over the collared woman. If the collar really worked in all ways like the a’dam from the books, she might even have been able to feel it. “Yes, damane Isari?”
Isari lowered her eyes in a standing bow. “May I undress you?”
Mistress Lanfear’s own smile brightened then. “You may.” She turned and slid her own hair slowly off her back, past the low shoulder wing of the corset-style leather bodice, revealing the laces. Isari took her time unlacing them, starting at the middle where the drawstring had been bow-knotted, then working her way up and down. The bodice had been pulled fully closed, but there was no modesty panel nor shift underneath, so the pristine skin of Mistress Lanfear’s sleekly muscled back began to appear as soon as the sides began to part. Isari took advantage. When she had loosened the laces enough, she reached through and around with both hands and cupped and fondled her mistress’ breasts beneath the now-loosening leather in the front.
“Oooh,” the raven-haired woman purred.
“Ooh-ooooh!” Isari echoed, suddenly feeling the fondling on her own breasts, still sensitive from her unrestrained orgasm from less than half an hour ago. Sensitive, but recovered enough for round two, apparently, or three, counting what had happened what seemed like an eternity ago now at her apartment. They immediately stood at attention, and the familiar pool of magma formed there in her flesh, and the lightning danced outward from there along her nerves. She slid her hands up and lightly dragged her fingernails over the upper curve of Mistress Lanfear’s breasts, savoring that sensation on her own as well, and also prying the once form-fitting leather further away from the breasts they had so recently hugged so tightly.
“I remember the books,” she breathed. “The damane feels what the sul’dam does physically, twice over. Didn’t the connection go the other way, too, just not physically? Did you somehow make that part of this, too?” She jangled the leash suggestively.
Mistress Lanfear laughed, and doing so jiggled her breasts slightly in Isari’s grasp. “I did indeed, Isari. And just like the books, I can even feel your physical reactions, too, they’re just not directly mirrored onto me. But yes, your mental state as well. Though of course I hope I was good enough at reading that even without this.” She jangled the leash right back.
Isari blew a stray strand of hair away. “I don’t even know why you’d want to be inside my head. Hell, I don’t even want to be inside my head half the time.”
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