Sorry its a bit late. Were moving and I lost the internet (Horror of horrors!) for a few days. About three times I've warned you, don't blame me now. First time I've done anything like this (I normally do short funny things) so it isn't what it could be but the other thoughts floating around my head would have sent you running for either the hills or a very big stick. If you really want to know about them there's a Post Scriptum at the bottom. I would've made this NC-17 but this really isn't my style of writing. Part two will be out whenever I can get my lazy self around to writing it.
Nynaeve: The Dominatrix
Nynaeve hefted the leather whip in her hand as she looked at her 'subject'. Al'Lan Mandragoran lay spread-eagled out on the bed with red welts running down the length of his back. He loved this as much as she. She'd first known of it at her wedding. One of the marriage 'ceremonies' the Atha'an Miere insisted on. Something to do with one of them obeying in public and the other in private. She'd shied away from it at first but when she actually gave it a go it felt ... right. Like it was something she should have been doing all her life. Lan hadn't minded. In fact it was one of the things that had brought him back from that dark place he'd gone when Moirane died. She'd hurt him a bit at first but it didn't take long for her to get the hang of it, and once she did Lan had become warmer after the ice cold death he'd been before. Nynaeve looked at Lan and thought about how different her life would have been if she hadn't met him. How empty. She put away the whip.
The End
If you think THIS was interesting when I was setting out the details, without my consent my brain 'helpfully' made me consider making it Nynaeve/Rand and later LAN/Rand. THAT would have been different believe me! I told you not to tempt me. And you know when Egwene and Perrin were lost in the Braem Wood in tEoTW??? Snicker *Blatant plug* Have a look at my ST:Voy short story and you'll see what I usually do.
Nynaeve: The Dominatrix
Nynaeve hefted the leather whip in her hand as she looked at her 'subject'. Al'Lan Mandragoran lay spread-eagled out on the bed with red welts running down the length of his back. He loved this as much as she. She'd first known of it at her wedding. One of the marriage 'ceremonies' the Atha'an Miere insisted on. Something to do with one of them obeying in public and the other in private. She'd shied away from it at first but when she actually gave it a go it felt ... right. Like it was something she should have been doing all her life. Lan hadn't minded. In fact it was one of the things that had brought him back from that dark place he'd gone when Moirane died. She'd hurt him a bit at first but it didn't take long for her to get the hang of it, and once she did Lan had become warmer after the ice cold death he'd been before. Nynaeve looked at Lan and thought about how different her life would have been if she hadn't met him. How empty. She put away the whip.
The End
If you think THIS was interesting when I was setting out the details, without my consent my brain 'helpfully' made me consider making it Nynaeve/Rand and later LAN/Rand. THAT would have been different believe me! I told you not to tempt me. And you know when Egwene and Perrin were lost in the Braem Wood in tEoTW??? Snicker *Blatant plug* Have a look at my ST:Voy short story and you'll see what I usually do.