I'm going to lose my mind.
Willow had tried every cantrip she could think of, a few healing spells, and, of course, spent hours with both fingers and vibrators working on her throbbing clit, but she was no closer to pushing herself over the aching, horrid precipice tonight than she had been the night before. No matter how vigorously or energetically she worked herself over, she could no more than hover at the edge of orgasm without actually achieving the feat. Even worse, as soon as she found the willpower to stop, the hex would compel her to start again the moment her lust began to recede.
I should have known better than to use a summoning wand without researching what it summoned. Willow Rosenberg, you're an idiot.
She was a horny, desperate, supremely frustrated idiot of a witch, is what she was. Even the gentle rubbing of the fabric of her panties upon her soaked slit represented a hellish torment, and the power of the incubus's hex continuously turned her thoughts toward exotic scenarios featuring her and Kennedy, or her and Kennedy and several other people, or …
Stop thinking about this sort of thing!
Of course, the hex ensured that she couldn't help but think about endless sexual fantasies, and it was a good thing that Kennedy had been busy on patrol the night before or she'd most definitely have taken advantage of Willow's frustrations in the most lascivious and decadent ways possible. Kennedy was good at that sort of thing, and Kennedy particularly liked how embarrassed and blushing Willow became whenever Kennedy spoke matter-of-factly about what she intended to do to her new girlfriend's body.
Willow knew that she had to fix the situation she'd found herself in, but the how was a problem. There were only two ways to break the spiteful hex that the impish, cruel incubus … who had been a rather devastatingly attractive red-skinned demon with long, black hair … had cursed her with. The first method would require her to admit what was happening to Giles, or some other mystic, and then deal with them knowing what had happened to her.
The notion of revealing the nature of the hex to Giles was unthinkable.
There was another way that didn't involve magic, but she couldn't do it herself. That was the worst part of the hex … she was the only person in the world who could not break it. Whether by magic or by the other way, someone else would have to break the enchantment. The embarrassment of the situation she found herself in was so overwhelming that she tempted to try to keep her predicament a secret for a while longer.
When she realized that one of her hands had slipped back inside her sweatpants and had resumed stroking her stiff, sore clit, she burst into tears.
I have to tell Kennedy. She'll make fun of me forever, but I know she'll help me. Anything is better than Giles knowing.
. . . . . . . . .
"I'm sorry, what?" Kennedy asked with narrowed eyes and hands on her hips as they stood in Willow's bedroom. Space in Buffy's house was at a premium, but Willow merited her own room, and it hadn't taken long for Kennedy to make herself at home. The stuffed animals and soft, comfy rugs and blankets contrasted with Kennedy's biker-adjacent clothing and weaponry, but they'd made it work. So far.
"I didn't cheat on you," Willow reiterated for the third or fourth time. She didn't point out that they'd never had a we're now exclusive talk, and this seemed like a poor time to bring it up. In fact, Willow had never even invited Kennedy to move in, she just had, in her typical … and exciting … bossy fashion. "The incubus and I didn't even kiss … in fact, when I refused her, she did this to me." Willow pulled up her shirt to reveal the thin, glowing purple lines wrapped around her waist. The lines trailed downwards, directly towards her vagina, and vanished beneath the waistband of her sweatpants.
Kennedy gasped and bent over for a closer look. "What the hell is that?"
"Like I said, the hex," Willow explained again as she let her shirt drop. Beneath her sweatpants, her panties were soaked just from Kennedy's nearness, but she did her best to keep her hormones under control as she took in Kennedy's dark, energetic eyes, soft lips, lustrous brown hair, fine-edged chin, and perky …
Get a grip, Willow!
"And you need my help?" Kennedy asked as she straightened. She'd already discarded her leather jacket and jeans, and the sight of her in ribbed white tank top and black panties was enough to nearly buckle Willow's knees. "Can't Giles break this curse, or whatever it is?"
"He could," Willow admitted, "but he'd have to look at it, and I'd have to tell him what the effects are, and that's too horribly embarrassing. I need your help."
"I'm not even a slayer, Will, I'm a Potential. What the hell can I do?"
Willow's eyes darted around the room … the bed was unkempt, as usual, Kennedy's clothes were strewn about while Willow's were neatly folded and placed in cabinets, the chair and couch were strewn with pillows, and Willow realized that she was stalling.
"The hex works like this," she said as she flushed bright red, "I'm constantly aroused …"
Kennedy's eyes opened wide and a smile spread across her face. "Aroused? As in … turned on? As in horny?" She moved closer and Willow's gaze was drawn to the hard points of Kennedy's nipples beneath the tank top. "That's not so bad."
"But I can't orgasm," Willow continued, and her words tumbled out in a rush. "The hex keeps arousing me, but no matter what I do, I'll never be able to come. Not on my own."
Kennedy folded her arms across her chest and her face assumed a thoughtful expression. "You've been dealing with this since last night?"
"Yes." A strangled sob escaped Willow's throat as she nodded. "If I can orgasm, if someone helps me orgasm, then it'll break the hex."
"And then you'll be free?"
Willow nodded again.
"Will," Kennedy said in a soft, gentle voice as she approached and laid her hand on Willow's arm. "We're together now." She leaned over and whispered in Willow's ear, "Of course, I'll help. You know it's one of my favorite things to do."
Willow's eyes half-closed, she shuddered, and then she had to press her knees together to keep moisture from trickling any further down her legs. "There's more," she admitted.
Willow put her hands on Willow's shoulders and drew her close. "Whatever you need."
With hesitant, shy movements, Willow, lowered her sweatpants and pointed at the glowing, magical lines traced upon her lower body. "The incubus, for lack of a better term, locked this part of me."
Kennedy nodded as she crouched in front of Willow and with clinical, precise movements lowered Willow's floral-decorated cream-colored panties. Willow moaned again, and it took all of her willpower to keep from jamming her hands into her crotch. "Will," Kennedy said, "these lines are traced all around your pussy." She leaned in closer, and the heat of Kennedy's breath on Willow's lower body almost made her legs buckle. "And the lines go right to your clit," Kennedy said in a dispassionate voice as she let Willow's panties snap back into place.
Willow nodded, bit her lower lip, and swayed in place.
"You're in really bad shape, aren't you?" Kennedy asked as she stood up, and now there was concern evident in her voice.
"I am," Willow said in a hoarse, muffled squeal. "You have no idea how horrible it is. It's all I can do to keep from playing with myself in front of you."
"That wouldn't be so bad, either," Kennedy said with a smile. Upon seeing the look on Willow's face the smile disappeared. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be joking about this. Lie down on the bed," Kennedy urged her as she guided her towards the comfortable looking mattress.
"I still haven't told you everything," Willow admitted as she neared the bed. "The hex, those lines on my body, they're affecting my vagina and clitoris … I can't orgasm from anything stimulating me there … it'll have to be another way." Willow squeezed her eyes closed and tried to force her heart to stop from the shame of what she'd just admitted.
"Will," Kennedy said in that same gentle, understanding tone she'd said earlier. "It's okay, I'll help you. Look, I know that this is serious, and I also know that you're in trouble."
Willow cracked her eyes open and dared to hope. "Do you think it's possible? For me to come without being touched there?"
Kennedy winked at her. "Trust me, it's not only possible, but you're going to love it. I thought we'd work up to this eventually, but hey, sometimes life throws you unexpected curves." Kennedy patted her on the leg. "Your ass and your breasts will be all I need to get you off."
Willow blushed again, glanced away, and Kennedy giggled at the sight of Willow's embarrassment.
"And this will be our secret?" Willow asked as she stared fixedly at a blank space on the wall.
Kennedy's face grew stern and she reached out, grasped Willow's chin, and twisted her head around so they were looking at each other. "That isn't a nice thing to ask," Kennedy scolded her. "I don't kiss and tell, and I certainly don't un-hex my girlfriend's cunt and tell. You don't ever need to worry about me gossiping."
"Thank you," Willow whispered as her clit quivered with lust in response to Kennedy's touch upon her skin. Her pussy clenched around nothing at all, her juices continued to flow, and she stood there in her own bedroom, shaking, while Kennedy continued to grasp her her chin.
"Good," Kennedy said as she released her grip. "Now, take everything off, lay down on the bed, and give me a moment to grab a few things."
Grab a few things?
Willow removed her panties and sweater, felt goosebumps sprout as the cold air wafted over her, and her fingers glided down to her crotch as she laid back on the bed.
"If you touch yourself there, aren't you activating the hex?" Kennedy asked as she pulled a large black case from underneath the bed and perched it on a dresser set on the far wall.
"I am," Willow admitted as her fingers froze in place.
"Then don't do that!" Kennedy said as with a metallic clang the latches of the case sprung open. "I'll be over in a second."
Willow put her hands by her sides and gripped the blankets to make it easier to hold still. Her clit throbbed in the open air, Kennedy looked amazing as she knelt and fiddled with the contents of the case, and surely it wouldn't hurt to just …
"Will!" Kennedy barked at her as she glanced up. "Stop inching!"
Willow put her hands back down and tried to not to think of the horrid, frustrating ache that had been building inside her body for the past day. The pressure was relentless, her clit had to be swollen to the largest it had ever been, and her imagination went wild as to what and how Kennedy might do to drive her to orgasm.
When Kennedy's hand closed her wrist, she yelped in surprise. Kennedy's fingers were strong, so strong, as she pulled Willow's hand away from sex and placed it back on the bed. "I'm here," Kennedy soothed her. The brown-haired beauty climbed onto the bed, stared down at Willow's trembling form, and bent over so she could kiss her on the forehead. "In a few minutes, I promise you that you'll be coming like a banshee."
"Please hurry," Willow moaned as she glanced first at Kennedy's breasts beneath the tank top and then at her caring, soft brown eyes.
Kennedy leaned over, slipped something around Willow's neck, and then clasped it shut. A few seconds later, Kennedy reached towards Willow's neck a second time with fingers that held a small metal object, and Willow heard a snick right below her chin.
"Hey?" Willow said as she levered herself upright on one elbow and felt at the wide leather collar that had been buckled … no, locked … around her neck. "What's this?"
"Remember that collar Giles gave you to wear if you were tempted by dark magic?" Kennedy asked.
"Yeah," Willow replied as she felt thick black leather wrapped snug around her throat and fingered the thick padlock dangling from the front. "I threw it away when I didn't think I needed it anymore."
"Well, we all thought that was a terrible decision," Kennedy told her in a frank tone that spared Willow's feelings not in the slightest. "So we fished it out of the trash and I decided to keep it safe, just in case."
"And you locked it on me, why?"
"Two reasons," Kennedy replied as she slipped around her neck a thin metal necklace from which a few small, silvery keys dangled. "I don't want to get zapped if this gets too intense for you, and you don't know everything that the hex does,"
"That … actually make sense," Willow admitted as she laid back on the bed and took her hand away from the collar. She reached out with her magical senses and there was nothing. Not a hint of energy, not a hint of mysticism, nothing. It was as if the powers of the aether had vanished. She felt vulnerable and, at the same time, oddly relieved that magic was entirely out of her reach until Kennedy decided to unlock the collar.
"I know it makes sense, that's why I did it," Kennedy said in a stern, imperious manner that had Willow's clit throbbing all over again.
Kennedy moved towards Willow's feet, picked up a bottle of lotion that she'd apparently set on the bed, and for the first time Willow noticed that a series of leather straps secured a large, curved purple dildo to Kennedy's hips. The sight of it was equal parts thrilling and obscene, and Willow definitely noticed how practiced Kennedy's movements were with the device buckled onto her body.
She's done this before.
"Kennedy!" Willow squeaked as she stared at the size of the phallus pointed in her direction. "What is that?"
"Like this is new to you," Kennedy said with a laugh. When she realized that Willow wasn't kidding, her eyes narrowed. "Wait, you and Tara didn't … ?"
Willow quickly shook her head.
"But you and Oz?"
"Well, yeah," Willow admitted, "and Oz had nothing to be ashamed of, but it wasn't that!" Willow pointed at the strap-on, which had to be at least seven or eight inches long and possessed a knobbed, ribbed girth to match. "Also … we weren't big on the butt play."
"Well, you will be today," Kennedy said in that same commanding tone as she opened the bottle of lubricant and began to rub thick handfuls of it onto the dildo harnessed to her hips.
Willow closed her eyes, gave a meek nod, and forced herself to lie still.
"Will, I'll be gentle," Kennedy said in a soothing tone as she knelt at the foot of the bed. Bring your legs up to your chest and hold them there."
Willow pulled her legs up, wrapped her arms beneath her knees, and felt deliciously exposed as she did so. A few seconds later, she felt Kennedy rubbing cool gobs of lotion first along the curves of her ass and then, after spreading her cheeks, along the inner seam of her rump. At one point, Kennedy slipped a few fingers into her rosebud, loosening and oiling it, and Willow clenched her teeth, pulled her legs harder against her breasts and felt as though her clit was about to explode from the unfamiliar pleasure of the sensations. Willow wanted Kennedy to touch her clit, needed her to touch her clit, but she knew that would trigger the hex and make orgasm impossible.
"Just relax," Kennedy said as she moved closer and put the head of the dildo against the tight, whorled entrance to Willow's anus.
After a few seconds, Kennedy's voice grew more firm.
"Ms. Rosenberg, that is not relaxed."
"I'm scared," Willow admitted.
"You are going to be fine," Kennedy assured her. "Now, relax."
The harsh, demanding manner with which she spoke the final word shattered the last of Willow's inhibitions. She unclenched the muscles of her lower body, let her buttocks go slack, and was rewarded by Kennedy murmuring encouragement
The strap-on nuzzled at Willow's rear entrance, tickled at the neatly trimmed, close-cropped hair between her legs, and with a thrust of Kennedy's lower body, the head of the strap-on eased past her well-oiled threshold. A gasp escaped Willow's lips as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of a thick, solid rod sliding into regions that, until this moment, had been entirely unexplored.
"There we go, I knew you could do it," Kennedy said in a comforting manner, and Willow felt her entire vagina pulse at being praised. The collar was tight around her neck, her arms held her legs close to her chest, and Kennedy loomed over her, smiling, while she eased the strap-on into her ass.
The tight ring of muscle slowly gave way as Kennedy eased the strap-on inch by inch into Willow's body, and all the while Kennedy showered Willow with praise. Nerve endings throughout Willow's entire lower body began to spark with flickers of bliss, and as the dildo worked its way inward, she could feel it pressing against the back of her vagina, stimulating her in an entirely unfamiliar way. The pressure in her lower half kept building and building, and her need to climax became stronger and stronger, until white-hot lust left her a shaking mess.
"Please," she whispered as Kennedy continued to work the strap-on slowly, ever so slowly, inside her, and Willow wasn't even sure what she was pleading for at that point. Her juices mingled with the oil, the feel of the intruder pressing against all her most sensitive spots was heavenly, and the incubus's curse raged through her loins.
If the hex doesn't kill me, an orgasm might.
Kennedy let Willow gradually get used to the presence of the strap-on, and Willow was grateful for her girlfriend's patience. The protrusion splitting her in two was large, so large, but also wonderful, and it was difficult to keep her ass from instinctively squeezing down tight against it. Slowly, she was able to loosen her body, and when Kennedy judged that she was ready, she reached down and patted her cheek. "Feels good?"
Willow nodded.
Kennedy began to push in earnest now, ever deeper into Willow's most private depths, until Kennedy's hips made contact with Willow's bottom. The fullness was wonderful, but also almost unbearably intense, and Willow clutched at her legs and pressed her head against the blankets.
"Don't forget these," Kennedy teased as she reached up, moistened her fingers with her tongue, and then played with Willow's achingly erect nipples. "While I'm busy down here, I want you to take one of your hands and keep your breasts busy as well."
Willow nodded, slipped one hand from beneath her legs, and used the residue of Kennedy's saliva to tease and coax along her nipples. Each touch sent a line of fire straight to her clit, and the urge to reach down and play with herself was overwhelming.
"Keep stroking them," Kennedy ordered as she began to ease the strap-on out of Willow. Kennedy's voice had grown stronger, deeper, harsher, and Willow realized that her girlfriend issuing her orders while she lay on her back, collared, while a strap-on plowed her ass, was unbelievably hot and also unbelievably filthy.
The pleasure shooting through her nerves as Kennedy began to slide in and out was borderline unbearable, and Willow's ass clenched around the shaft as a loud gasp emanated from her throat.
"Don't stop playing with them!" Kennedy barked.
Willow's fingers switched to the other breast, and she pinched and tweaked the nipples in a rhythm with Kennedy's movements. The strap-on glided in and out in slow, sensual movements, Kennedy's hips worked in a deep, powerful groove, and Willow opened her mouth in a soundless scream as she thrashed her head against the blankets. The lube let the dildo glide uninhibited, and her frustrated sex leaked and pulsed with pleasure.
I don't know if it's enough.
It was wonderful and horrid and unforgettable all at the same time, but she'd never come without stimulation to her clit, and she didn't know if it was possible for her. She was desperate when she'd revealed the truth to Kennedy, and now she was beyond desperate … she was frantic. The orgasm she needed to free herself from the cruel hex of the incubus lingered just out of reach, as it had for the past day, and she could hear the red-skinned demon's laugh as despair began to clutch at her.
It wasn't until Kennedy yanked her hand away from her belly that she realized she'd been reaching for her clitoris.
"Stop that!" Kennedy near-roared at her. "Just give it time!"
"I can't help it," Willow admitted. "I … I'm not sure that I can come like this. Please, just let me …"
"No!" Kennedy said as with a firm thrust she worked the dildo all the way in. "No," she said again in a softer voice.
Willow fought against the hand holding her wrist. "I need to …"
"Willow, stop it!" Kennedy said as she forced her hand above her head and leaned forward so she could stare down at Willow. "No touching!"
"I'm sorry, mistress," Willow murmured.
What the hell did I just say?
That last word had slipped out of her mouth, unbidden, and she wasn't sure she had ever said it aloud before in her life, in any context. It felt right though, and something inside her eased when she acknowledged the reality of what she wanted, what she needed from Kennedy.
"Oh," Kennedy said with a thoughtful expression on her face as her tongue emerged and ran along her lips. "I didn't know you were like that, Willow ... though I had suspected," She winked, and a kind, but also predatory, grin spread across her face. "You don't need to be ashamed. It's just us in this room, and no one else, and there doesn't need to be judgment between you and me about this sort of thing."
Willow couldn't bear to look at Kennedy, so she turned her head away.
Kennedy released Willow's hand, grabbed Willow's chin for a second time that night, and pulled her head around. "Enough of that, you little slut," Kennedy hissed at her. Kennedy's eyes grew dark, her brow furrowed, and the angry power of her coursed through Willow, claimed her for its own, and left Willow nothing more than a needy, ass-plowed, desperate lump of flesh. "Now I want you to listen to me, Will. Are you listening?"
"Yes," Willow managed to say despite the fingers clawing into her lower face.
Kennedy released Willow's chin, slapped her across the face, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to really hurt, and then grabbed her jaw again. "What did you forget?"
Willow's sex felt as though it was going throb free from her body, she was so turned on. "Yes, I'm listening, mistress."
"You're going to do as I say, and you're going to like it, do you hear me?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Now, I'll take care of keeping your legs up, and I want you to lace your fingers together, like you're playing cat's cradle, and put them behind your head."
Willow hurried to comply, and in short order her hands were clasped together at the back of her head.
"Good girl," Kennedy said in a low, husky voice, and Willow keened softly as her clit tensed and quivered in response to the praise. "Those hands are going to stay right there, or you're going to regret it. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, mistress," Willow replied, and it both exhilarated and excited her at how easily the words were now coming from her lips.
"Now, I know you're feeling frustrated," Kennedy said in between chuckling softly with herself. "But, I have a little surprise for you."
The fingers of Kennedy's hand worked something along the base of the dildo strapped to her crotch, and an instant later the dildo still buried deep within Willow began to oscillate and make small, minute turns within her body.
"Oh my god!" Willow howled as she clenched her fingers harder to the back of her head and tried to keep from screaming at the intensity of the sensations being generated throughout her lower body. The vibrations were everywhere, in her ass, her vagina, her clit, her spine, her brain, her lungs, her heart … everywhere.
The bed began to rock against the wall, making soft bumping noises, as Kennedy worked her way in and out again, this time more energetically.
"Oh my god, oh my god …" Willow said as her entire upper body tensed. It felt as if her heart was going to explode from sheer need as the dildo's touch roared through her body and soul.
Kennedy gave her nipples a few flicks, just to to ensure they were sensitive, and then she pressed her hand over Willow's mouth, pinning her head against the blankets and muzzling the incoherent sounds she was making.
"The walls aren't too thick here," Kennedy explained as she pressed down harder and smiled at the mewling, muffled pleas Willow was making from behind the hand. "And this will help you come, trust me."
Willow thought her fingers were going to snap, she was clenching her hands so hard against the back of her head. The bed kept sliding and thumping beneath her, Kennedy was grunting from the exertion of repeatedly driving the strap-on deep, and Willow screamed into the hand pressed across her lips when she realized that her orgasm was, at long last, near at hand. She looked into Kennedy's dark eyes, for a moment was distracted by the keys dangling from the chain around Kennedy's neck, and between the collar strapped around her neck and the hand across her mouth, she realized that she couldn't get enough air. Then again, there wasn't enough air in the world to fill her lungs considering what she was experiencing. Her clit was going to explode, her vagina was leaking a steady torrent upon the bed, and Kennedy kept pumping in and out with relentless, ever-increasing movements.
Oh, please!
"Itsh workshingsh," she screamed beneath Kennedy's hand, and in response Kennedy bore down even harder.
"I'm tempted to stop," Kennedy said in a dry, cruel manner. Kennedy was coated in sweat, too, and she glistened beneath the overhead lights. Her brown hair rustled with the intensity of her exertion, but several of the strands were now stuck to the sweat that glistened on her face. "Because of what you forgot to say."
"Misthsthresh!" Willow moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Their bodies came together over and again, the tension far beyond bearable, their flesh glowing and sticky with their combined sweat and fluids, and Willow felt deep inside, in a place where she'd never felt it before, her orgasm clenching like a muscle that was about to be released. Kennedy thrust hard a few more times, whispered a few encouraging words, and Willow began to scream into the palm that was silencing her as the most powerful, intense orgasm of her life swept over her. On and on it went, destroying each of her nerve ending in a coruscating series of fireballs, destroying any chance of her forming a coherent thought, and leaving her a moaning mess as she thrashed on the bed. She twitched and jerked for longer than she even knew, minutes at least, and the twitching, mindless pleasure went on and on as a day's worth of denial and frustration boiled out of her in a torrent of bliss.
Nothing mattered to her for a long time, but eventually Kennedy withdrew the strap-on from inside her body, eased her legs down, and pulled her hands from behind her head.
"Feel better?" Kennedy asked as she looked down at Willow with a loving expression on her face.
"Yes," Willow eventually replied. "Thank you."
Kennedy repositioned herself on the bed and stared down at Willow's crotch. "Those lines are gone."
"That orgasm broke the hex," Willow confirmed.
"I thought it might have," Kennedy said with a laugh as she unstrapped the dildo from her waist. When she'd finished, she set the strap-on aside, lay next to Willow, and curled a possessive arm over her.
Willow, meanwhile, felt as though there was not a bone in her body as she lay on the bed and let the torrent of sensations slowly recede. Eventually, she rolled a bit to the side, gave Kennedy a kiss on the cheek, and snuggled against her.
"You were right," Willow admitted. "Not only did I come, it's never been like that before in my life."
"It doesn't have to be a one time thing," Kennedy whispered as she lightly flicked her tongue against Willow's ear.
Willow shivered, flushed with the shame of how turned on she was at what Kennedy had done to her, and closed her eyes. A few moments later, they blinked open as she realized something.
I'm being really selfish right now.
"You know," Willow whispered, "I'm sure you're worked up, too."
"Oh, I am," Kennedy admitted. "And now that your hex is broken and you're not so insanely needy … maybe you could help me out?"
"Absolutely," Willow said as she ran her hand down Kennedy's arm. "Whatever you want."
"That sound perfect," Kennedy said as she fingered the collar and dangling lock around Willow's neck. The adornment already felt so natural, Willow had forgotten that she was wearing it.
Kennedy twisted on the bed, sat up, and reached for the end table. "Turn over."
Willow almost asked why, then decided to simply do as she was instructed. She rolled onto her belly, reveled in the horrible tension in her sex being gone, and waited to see what Kennedy would do. She heard metallic, clinking sounds, felt Kennedy settle onto the bed next to her, and did not protest when Kennedy drew her hands behind her back and held them pinned together. A few seconds later, she felt cold bands close around her wrists as Kennedy snapped the handcuffs closed. Willow tested the cuffs satisfied herself that they were secure, and wiggled her fingers.
"This is new," she whispered.
Kennedy knelt over her in a manner that brought to mind a raptor hovering its prey. "I think you forgot something."
"Mistress!" Willow hurried to add.
"I'll let it go that time," Kennedy said as she once again fingered Willow's collar and tugged at the lock securing it in place. "But from now on, whenever I put this on you, you'd better not forget. Or else."
Despite the fact that she very much wanted to know what the or else might entail, Willow nodded. "Yes, mistress."
"That's better," Kennedy said as she stood up, grabbed Willow's arm, and helped her to her feet. Willow wobbled on unsteady legs, her balance not yet having returned after the torrent of pleasure she'd been subjected to, and followed Kennedy with meek, mincing footsteps towards the couch. As she expected, Kennedy coaxed her down onto her knees, and Willow felt her wet, still-lubricated bottom against the back of her heels as she settled into place.
Kennedy moved around her, rustled through that black case again, and Willow soon after felt the now-familiar locking sensation of steel bands being placed on her ankles. She tested the fetters, found the chain links hobbling her legs to be maybe a foot and a half apart, and smiled to herself as she imagined what she must look like, naked, collared, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, a sweaty, well-fucked, kneeling mess, while her gorgeous girlfriend decided what to do with her.
Next, a black, padded length of cloth was lowered over Willow's eyes, robbing her of sight, and she felt bands of elastic draw tight behind her head. She could see nothing at all, not even a faint glow along the edges of the blindfold, and she shivered as she realized how utterly helpless she'd been rendered.
"Now then," Kennedy said as Willow listened to her settle into the couch. "The door is locked, I'm not on patrol tonight, and you definitely owe me not just one, but several favors. I'm thinking you might be at this for a while, so would you like some music?"
"Ummm … sure, mistress?" Willow replied in an uncertain, questioning manner.
Delicate, slender fingers inserted bud-style earphones into her ears, nudged them securely into place, and then withdrew. Soft, delicate strains of classical music began to play, completely at odds with what Kennedy preferred but exactly what Willow enjoyed during their lovemaking, and Willow realized that she'd now been robbed of both sight and hearing.
A hand at the back of her head coaxed Willow forward, and she smiled, parted her lips, and extended her tongue as she prepared to comply with what her mistress wanted.