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“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
Lae’zel shivers. She’s sat naked on their bed, and the blindfold tied around her eyes makes every breeze so much more potent than they have any right to be. Karlach’s voice is low and husky – a growl from deep within her chest. So different from how she usually speaks. They haven't even started and she’s already feeling floaty, but perhaps knowing what's to come is the beauty of acting out. She takes a sharp breath as her fingers curl around her own leash. She tugs on it just to feel the thrill of the leather collar around her neck. She pretends it’s her Mistress’s hand wrapped around her throat – not tight enough to constrict air, but to remind her of her place.
“C’mon. Answer me, Little Warrior. Tell your Mistress why you’re being punished.”
The tap of Mistress’s palm against her cheek makes Lae’zel’s heart race and her legs feel warm. Karlach’s smirking – she knows it. She knows from voice alone. The tip of Mistress’s tail is probably curling in rhythm with the gentle sway of her hips. She probably even bounced around on her heels too while she got everything prepared. Lae’zel can’t help but smile at the unintentional show every single time. How cruel she’s been denied.
“Hmm…if you can't remember, maybe this’ll help your memory?”
Then, she feels a warm hand between her thighs. There’s a gentle rub before the claws sink in. What started as a gasp quickly devolves into a moan.
“Touched myself…” Lae’zel breathes out. She's rewarded with a palm rubbing against her outer slit. Slow. So damn slow, right against her most sensitive spots. She clenches her jaw while swallowing down the urge to vocalize the beginning pangs of pleasure. Damn blindfold – makes her more easily aroused than she has any right to be.
“Mmm, wet already? You better get to confessing because this isn't even the punishment I've got planned for you.”
Lae’zel’s jaw clenches while she forcibly swallows down into the pit of her stomach. All that comes out is a shuddered gasp. Mistress chuckles and kisses her cheek before pulling Lae'zel into her lap.
“That’s not all you did. You know I demand a full confession from insubordinate little brats.”
The way Mistress growls ‘insubordinate little brats’, enunciating every words while peppering kisses up and down her jawline…it awakens something inside of her, awakens a hidden side of her she never gets to be. In public she’s Lae’zel – so strong and fierce! But under Mistress's command? She’s just a little warrior, so dumb and demure.
“All I’ve done was touch myself,” Lae'zel growls out. The pressure between her legs grows and Mistress’s pointed canines dig into her ear.
“I think you did more than touch yourself, but I guess you need a lil’ something to help you remember.”
Mistress palms her harder and Lae’zel’s hips develop a mind of their own. They consume every thought, all so they can grind against Karlach’s calloused palm. Together, she and Karlach move as one – a synchronized dance they've done so many times before.
Pressure's building up and it escapes as a high pitched whine from her mouth. She closes her eyes behind the blindfold and groans. Karlach’s gone from touching her in a way that simply feels good to rendering Lae’zel into a quiet, whimpering mess. Saliva pools under her tongue faster than she can swallow. Karlach might be an inpatient, benevolent fool. Dare she say Karlach is even reckless in her quest for friendship? But Mistress is anything but. Everything about her is slow, deliberate, and cruel.
Kaincha. It makes her so. damn. wet. She’s going to start reeking of pheromones soon if Mistress doesn't stop teasing her! Githyanki birth control might stop its reproductive use, but it’s humiliating all the same.
“Tell me what you want, little warrior. It would be awful of me to just assume. Who knows? Maybe if you beg loud enough with that big mouth of yours, I'll allow that to be your confession.”
Lae’zel gasps and shudders. Mistress presses her fingers against her vent. She teases it, circles it, and chuckles against Lae’zel’s cheek as she unravels into a semi-sloppy mess her arms. Karlach holds her lover’s naked body just a bit closer against her chest. Cute how wound up she’s getting.
Meanwhile, Lae’zel lets out a series of desperate, breathy moans and shuddering gasps. How can Mistress possibly expect her to answer? Especially when she rubs every smudge of thought away? Lae’zel’s hands curl tighter around the leather leash and she tugs harder at the collar fastened around her neck. The subtle pain is a welcome reprieve, or at the very least, a welcome distraction from the hot, nauseating swell of her slimy cunt.
“I want to come,” she finally manages to say. Desperation clings to every word. “Mistress. I need to come. Let me come! Tsk’va! Punish me already! Enough teasing!”
“Wrong answer,” Mistress replies while covering Lae’zel’s mouth with her hand. Lae'zel squirms harder as she continues her muffled screaming. Silly girl; Karlach knows exactly what her little warrior's trying to do. Nope, she's not getting fingered until she confesses, and that’s only if Mistress Karlach feels nice. Today, she’s not feeling very nice.
Karlach shivers. It’s intoxicating, the way her hand is easily half the size of her little warrior's face and how she can so easily wrap her arms around Lae’zel’s body. She’s got one hand to shut her up, one hand to play with her pussy, and two arms to keep her pinned in place.
Now, Lae’zel isn't small by any means; she's quite a tall woman and is often one of the tallest in the room. She's quite muscular too, but that's something most people will never know because her little warrior’s cursed to be more gangly limb than solid torso. It’s an odd mix of traits, but Karlach loves it more than anything. She’s always loved the taller ones, even if none ever came close to her own height. Bonus points if they could kick her ass.
It takes a few minutes before Lae’zel fully surrenders to Karlach’s grasp, but when she does, Karlach growls in her ear.
“Best behave yourself, girl. You're starting to turn me on. You must want to be punished real bad to be pulling the shit you're pulling right now. If you’d just confess properly, I’d have let you come plenty by now.”
Lae’zel moans against her hand and once again tries to penetrate herself with Karlach’s fingers. It’s a weak, pathetic attempt and Karlach laughs at the attempt. Her little warrior’s ears drop as her body finally goes limp.
“I’ll be good. Mistress, please. I will be good. Please let me come…”
Karlach can’t understand Lae’zel’s muffled whining, but body language is more than enough. Plus, her hand is covered in drool and it’s only a matter of time before snot and/or tears gets added to the mix. Good thing her little warrior’s already submitted.
“You lost your right to speak. Answer my questions by nodding or shaking your head. Obey me, and maaaaaybe if I feel like it, I'll stick my fingers in that hole of yours.”
Lae’zel nods. What more can she do? Her head’s begun pounding from the arousal terrorizing her physical existence.
“Good. Now tell me, do you want to come?”
Lae’zel nods and whimpers when Mistress traces the opening between her legs. Anticipation makes her clench around nothing and more moisture dribbles onto her Mistress’s palm.
“Do you want me to touch you like you touched yourself?”
Another nod. More than anything! Mistress is rubbing her pussy again with her palm. It leaves her breathing heavily through her nose. Feels like her lungs are screaming.
“You know you aren't allowed to touch yourself without my explicit permission. Did you ask me for permission?”
Overwhelming heat – Lae’zel’s belly feels bloated with need. It demands to be let out lest it burst out like a beast she cannot contain. Mistress curls her fingers and presses them right up against her all too sensitive hole. She teases and teases Mistress doesn't invade beyond those inner folds no matter how much her hips beg and beg.
Blurred vision and a spinning room; thunder rumbles in her ear. “Answer me, girl. Did you ask for permission to touch yourself or not?”
Mistress digs her claws into the side of Lae’zel’s cheek and Lae’zel moans loudly into her hand. Mistress must want more of those muffled, tormented moans.
“Moaning isn’t an answer. I told you to shake or nod your head, not moan like a little whore.”
And that’s when she feels it – sharp claws digging into her already tortured cunt. Karlach’s fully embraced her cruel Mistress alter ego. Lae’zel’s eyes widen before something inside her breaks; self control is gone. She’s all eager anticipation and no brain.
“I did not ask permission! I touched myself and came without your permission! I’m sorry! Mistress, please. Please. I need to come. I'm sorry. Mistress please, I'm sorry sorry sorry!”
It all comes out as a muffled jumble of incomprehensible words. Lae’zel shakes her head with more passion than she’s ever before. Mistress’s claws dig into her cheek with every shake, but Lae’zel doesn't care. It feels too good to care! She’s been a bad little warrior, and bad little warriors deserve to suffer for disobeying their masters.
And suffer she does as Lae’zel grinds hard against her Mistress’s claws – the sharp sting frying whatever remaining neurons she has left in her brain. Her cloaca’s twitching, tears and snot drip down her face, and she’s breathing faster than she can exhale. Lae’zel screams into her Mistress’s palm.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Karlach sighs against Lae’zel’s ear, if only to hide the fact she’s a dripping mess herself. Control and self restraint – she might not have them as Karlach, but as The Mistress? She does. Oh, how she does, and how Karlach envies her alter ego in day to day life.
Her Little Warrior’s cumming now, right into her palm. Poor little thing’s so overwhelmed she doesn't even realize. Karlach shivers all the way down to the tip of her tail. Maybe she’ll have her needy warrior have her lick her fingers clean; Lae’zel loves cleaning up the mess she leaves behind. Who can blame her though? Especially when she tastes so candy-sweet? Pheromones are intoxicating things indeed, even when tempered by contraceptive.
Karlach’s ears twitch – something’s not right. Lae’zel’s quietly gasping against her hand, her face is redder than it should be, and her eyes are rolling back a bit more than they normally do when she comes. Instincts kick in. In one swift motion, Karlach removes her hand from Lae’zel’s mouth and unlatches the quick release buckle on the back of her collar. Her Little Warrior might've bitched and complained about Her Mistress choosing such a “juvenile” plastic fastening instead of an elegant metal one, but that's why she’s the Domme; she always gets the last say. Good thing too, because that damn girl’s still white knuckling the leash even after the leather collar falls from her neck.
Lae’zel’s now gasping and drooling all over herself. All that rapid, shallow breathing isn't doing her any good either. Karlach wipes her hands on the waterproof throw she set down on the bed long before they started. One hand’s covered in drool and snot – the other in cum and slick. Neither’s very good for calming down over stimulated subs.
“Easy, Lae’zel. Easy Breathe for me girl, breathe for me.”
Lae’zel’s ears flutter. Hearing her full name feels like a warm hug straight from Her Mistress’s mouth. Or Karlach’s mouth, she supposes. Or maybe this is just the other side of Karlach’s supposedly cruel Mistress alter ego. The Karlach Lae'zel knows isn't gentle, nor is she patient. Yet, she’s got so much love to give. That’s why this little nameless warrior exists – to soak in all the love Lae’zel cannot receive.
She doesn't fight when Mistress pries her tired fingers off of the leather leash and slips it out of her hands, nor does she care when the leash and collar get thrown to the side. Lae’zel’s far too busy trying to match Karlach’s breath for that. She breathes slow and steady, deep and empty before filling her lungs again. Somehow, being blindfolded feels more calming than it does erotic. All Lae’zel has is the rise and fall of her lover’s chest and the scent of heat radiating off her naked skin.
“I've confessed. Do I get m’punishment now?” Lae’zel slurs out without a single thought as to how worn out she already is. Karlach chuckles against her lover’s forehead before planting a firm kiss on it.
“No, sweetheart,” she says. “You need to calm down first and I’m starving. A break’ll do both of us good.”
Lae'zel moans slightly and leans further into Karlach’s touch; the vibrations feel so good against her aching head. She doesn't want to move, not when Karlach’s body feels so perfect against her own. Reality can fuck off. T’chk.
But all good things come to an end. Lae’zel feels herself being peeled away from Karlach and sat up on the bed instead. The lack of skin to skin contact makes her shiver, and the thin layer of drying sweat on her body doesn't exactly help with the sudden chill.
“I’m removing the blindfold now. Keep your eyes closed ‘cus the lights are on.”
Tas’ki! It’s all ripped away too soon. Lae’zel grimaces from the sudden assault on her senses. Even with her eyes closed she wants to break every light in the room. No, she doesn’t want to think; she doesn’t want control. She wants Mistress to own every ounce of her free will!
“See? This is why we need lunch. You look like you’re about to kill me. We’ll talk about your punishment later. You need a break and I need a break.”
Karlach’s voice coaxes her eyes open and it soothes her overwhelmed nerves. Those fire-orange eyes and that wonderful, playful grin; maybe having the blindfold removed before she’s ready isn’t so bad after all. That’s the face she fell in love with and the very same one that soothes her deepest fears.
Deep down, Lae’zel’s always fantasized about being kept in bondage for the rest of her life. Being captured by enemies, being sold as part of a hostage negotiation, or simply being a life exchanged for a life — the concept left her salivating. From there she’d be stripped of everything she once was. There’d be no free will, no personal responsibilities, no nothing except being a tool to serve the needs of whoever she belonged to.
Karlach changed that fantasy. Now she can’t indulge herself without the eroticism of being rescued. The ebb and flow of being a helpless, nameless little warrior sex toy who’s owned by a cruel, cruel mistress who’s than rescued by Karlach — a knight in shining armor — and gifted the name of Lae’zel does more for her than any other elaborate fantasy Lae’zel’s ever had.
G’lyck. She’s wet all over again. She’s just been rescued and already Lae’zel yearns for Her Mistress to capture her once again. She squirms against Karlach’s lap just so she can rub her slimy wet cunt all over Her Mistress’s leg.
“Nope. We’re not doing that. We’re taking a break. Now c’mon, get off me and hands behind your back. No touching me or yourself. We are getting cleaned up and eating something.”
“Chk. Fine,” Lae’zel mutters. She wants her punishment and she wants it now, but a command is a command and her job is to obey. Karlach only laughs at her sour-faced pout as she does exactly what she’s been told to do. Karlach’s always had a contagious laugh, because Lae’zel finds herself letting out a chuckle or two. Both Karlach and Mistress love her laugh, and she’s rewarded with a gentle smack of her ass and a kiss atop her sweaty head.
“Good girl, Lae. C’mon now. Follow me. Keep those hands behind your back.”
Karlach winks, and Lae’zel swears she still sees Her Mistress within Karlach’s eyes. Yes, she’ll obey — for now at least.