As the waves pouring out of her surged to another peak, she leaned forward and licked and nibbled on Mistress Lanfear’s earlobe.
And at the same instant, the sensation was matched by the sensation of licking and nibbling on her own earlobe. Did she just realize what I was going to do and do it at the exact same time?!
“Oh, there you go, good girl, little damane. There’s the little sub I remember!”
How is she talking and teasing my earlobes at the same time?! And she just leaned her head back, not forward, as I started working on her!
A terrifying, exhilarating hypothesis came to her. In the Wheel of Time books, to prevent the enslaved women who could use the One Power from physically turning on the sul’dam who held their leash, the a’dam mirrored and doubled the physical sensations felt by the sul’dam back to the damane in the collar. Egwene, the main character who experienced the effect of the a’dam firsthand, knocked herself almost senseless by punching the woman who had collared her in the face.
For a brief moment, she stopped teasing Mistress Lanfear’s earlobe. The licking and nibbling sensation on her own ear ceased immediately. She started again, and it returned.
The a’dam is a lot more than a best-in-class replica or prop. The damn thing is functional! A moment later: That extra layer of sensation I’m feeling, aroused but focused, celebrating my release but not sharing it yet, familiar but not–that’s her arousal! And I really was kissing myself when she told me to kiss her back!
“Keep your eyes closed, Isari! Think later! Cum now!” She let go of Isari’s hair at this point, and caught in the invisible eruption, the golden strands lifted and fanned out away from Isari’s head in all directions, a tattered golden sail caught in an unseen wind.
“Yes, Mistress!” Isari gleefully returned to the erotic rollercoaster that she had continued to ride even as that stunning realization had hit her. If anything, she was even less inhibited now because at some level, she realized that the house was not on fire, and the TV and other electronics in the room had not been reduced to sparkling paperweights, even as she continued to feel the waves of that impossible phenomenon pouring out of her in a Plinian eruption. She nibbled on Mistress Lanfear’s earlobe, and then slipped one hand inside the low-cut bodice of the sul’dam dress and teased her mistress’ nipples straining against the inside of the leather, relishing the sensation mirrored in her own naked and achingly at-attention tits. The sensation helped push her to another crest, and one more after that, before she finally felt herself begin to coast in for a landing. As if to emphasize the end of the ride, her hair floated slowly downward and settled into place on her naked back again.
She snuggled into the curve of her mistress’ neck, and took advantage of whatever impossible sensation-mirroring technology had been built into the collar on her neck in a different kind of intimate way. She ran her hands up through Mistress Lanfear’s hair and scratching her head, enjoying the post-coital grooming mirrored on her own scalp. “Wow,” she breathed. She wouldn’t have had enough breath for another syllable.
Mistress Lanfear wrapped her arms around Isari and breathed huskily in her ear. “Don’t get too comfortable, my dear damane. You see, I haven’t cum yet. And I think you’ve figured out what happens when I do. And you’re still going to bring me there.”
Isari went to take an over-dramatic breath of feigned exasperation, but it didn’t work. Instead, she just giggled. She couldn’t remembered the last time she had genuinely giggled. “I will trust. I will obey. Teeheehee,” she giggled again. “But Mistress?”
“Yes, Isari?”
“Can I look?”
Wrapped in the other woman’s arms, she felt as much as heard her mistress low, humming laugh. “Yes, Isari. In fact, it’s high time you did.”
Isari opened her eyes, and it turned out she was not as completely drained of adrenalin as she thought. A startled, frightened eep burst from her lips, and she suddenly jumped and threw her legs forward and around Mistress Lanfear’s waist, almost getting her right leg tangled in the a’dam leash, though how she was able to jump at all under the circumstances was just another part of the impossible mystery around her.
The two women were floating six feet off the ground, rotating gracefully in midair. Isari’s brain reengaged enough at this point to realize that when she had seen something different about the ceiling in the midst of her orgasm, it was because the high, sweeping, angled ceiling had been closer than she remembered.
Shimmering golden energy flecked with the occasional spark of blue or purple or less recognizable colors flowed and rippled over the furniture and floor beneath them, and even some distance up the walls. It did not flow not quite like water, nor like fog, but perhaps something in between. A thinner mist of the same energy hung and drifted in the air around them.
There was not a scratch or singe on the room or any of the furniture.
Mistress Lanfear’s whisper in her ear was excited, but for once soft and tentative. “Are you afraid, Isari?”
“I … yes, Mistress. A little.”
The other woman nodded. “How much?”
“I … don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to. Ever.” Her arms tightened around Isari, and her lips found Isari’s again as well.
Chapter 3
They drifted in silence for a while, kissing and snuggling as if they weren’t hovering in the air.
“Want to see a little something more before I put you to work on me?” Mistress Lanfear asked.
Isari giggled again. God, how do I stop giggling, I’m too old to giggle like a kindergartener! “I’d love to, Mistress. And I maybe could use a break before we start again?”
“I’ll be the judge of that, damane. I’m the one horny as hell who hasn’t got a chance to let it out yet. And never forget that I own you utterly now.” Mistress Lanfear continued. She took Isari’s head in both hands and brought it firmly forward for another kiss. Then, with no warning, she casually revealed another way in which the silver collar and bracelet set were very much a functional a’dam from the Wheel of Time books: it felt like a stinging smack landed on Isari ass, like a stroke from a switch with nettles on the end. Except that her hands were up around Isari’s head, and held nothing except that head, helping to hold their lips tightly together.
“Gwmmmph!” Isari gasped into the kiss. She broke free a moment later, just by an inch or two. “It can do that, too?!” In the books, the sul’dam wearing the bracelet had complete control over the sensations felt by the damane in the collar, and thus be could be punished as mercilessly and continuously as necessary to break and train the Empire’s prized property without physically damaging it.
“It obviously can,” Mistress Lanfear replied sagely. “But earlier, I was using more mundane means to get you back in line. And you responded magnificently.” Isari blushed at the compliment. “So I can at least do something about that while we’re just hanging here.”
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