A Thoughtless Gift

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Birthdays.

They were probably Harley’s favorite days of the year (excluding Halloween, Christmas, Easter, and every other holiday she got free stuff on), but they always forced Harley to think about what to get someone. Now, most people Harley shopped for were fairly easy to shop for, with just one big exception.

Ivy, the love of Harley’s life, and the most difficult person for Harley to shop for. Every year Harley spent the lead up to Ivy’s birthday racking her brain, trying to figure out something that Ivy didn’t already have that would show her how much Harley loved her. Each and every time Harley would end up stumped and “subtly” ask Ivy what she might like. This year was no different, but Ivy’s reply was. Usually Ivy requested something plant related, like some new pots or for help blowing up a chemical plant, but this year what she asked for had taken Harley by surprise. It was not something Harley would ever have thought of, but it was something she absolutely loved. 

It was also something Harley couldn’t do on her own. Well, Harley supposed she could try and do it on her own, but if she wanted the best possible result, then she was going to need help. Luckily, Harley knew someone with the exact set of skills this required. 

“Could you just run that by me one more time?” Zatanna asked as she sat across from Harley. She had (hesitantly) accepted the jesters invite for coffee, knowing that the worst that could happen is that she’d end up bound and gagged (again). She most certainly hadn’t been expecting the request Harley had made, and she was sure she had managed to mishear her. 

“I want you to wipe my mind for a month of everything except my love for Ivy,” Harley said. “Oh and my lust. It’s very important that the lust is there as well.”

“Okay… and might I ask why you want me to turn you into a mindless sex toy?” Zatanna asked as she took another sip of her coffee.

“Well it’s Ivy’s birthday tomorrow, and when I asked her what she wanted, she said that,” Harley explained. “Not in those exact words, but close enough.”

“So to be perfectly clear, you want me to turn you into a mindless sex toy for an entire month?”
“Yup!”

“This is something Ivy specifically asked for?”

“Yuppers!”

“And there will be no consequences for me if I do this? I’m not gonna have Ivy interrupt one of my shows seeking revenge on me, or be kidnapped after a show, or be lured out into a trap?”

“I make no promises that she won’t do it regardless,” Harley said with a grin. “I’m kidding!” she said as she noticed Zatanna’s frown. “Look at it this way, if I’m like that for a month, that’s a whole month where I can’t mess with you, or interrupt your shows, or switch the locks on your straitjackets.”
“I knew you were the one who did that,” Zatanna said as she rose from her seat. “But you’ve made a convincing argument. I’ll wipe your mind, but first I want it in writing you did this of your own volition.”

“Ah, but don’t you trust me and Ivy?”

“No.”

“Fair enough,” Harley said.

“Won ereh emoc repap dna nep,” Zatanna said, and suddenly a pen and paper appeared before Harley. The magician folded her arms, tapping her foot as she waited for Harley to make the note. 

(Pen and paper come here now)

“Oh don’t be in such a rush,” Harley said as she quickly scribbled a note for Ivy explaining everything. “Happy?” she asked as she waved the paper around.

“Are you ready then?” Zatanna asked.

“No!” Harley exclaimed, recoiling and looking at Zatanna like the magician had said something extremely insulting.

“Alright then, what do you need to be ready?” 

“What, are you in a rush?” Harley asked. “Don’t you like my company?”

“Out of the last seven times we interacted five of them ended with you somehow tying me up,” Zatanna said. “I’m not keen on it becoming six out of eight.”

“I promise you won’t end up bound and gagged,” Harley said, placing a hand over her heart (and crossing her fingers behind her back). 

“Alright then,” Zatanna said. “Then what do you need to get ready?”

“Wait right here,” Harley said as she ran off to who knows where, leaving Zatanna to stand awkwardly in her kitchen, glancing at the clock as she waited for Harley to return. After several awkward minutes, Harley finally did return, and with her was a large duffle bag.

‘Good thing I already cleared my schedule,’ Zatanna thought to herself as she watched Harley open up the bag. The contents were pretty much exactly what Zatanna expected from the jester.

Bondage gear, and lots of it.

The most prominent piece of gear (and the first Harley pulled out) was a red and black latex straitsuit. The left leg up to about half the torso was black, while the opposite side was red. The colors then inverted for the remainder of the suit. It brought to mind the old jester outfit Harley had worn when she had first entered her life of crime, and Zatanna imagined any resemblance was completely intentional. The other items Zatanna could see were more leather belts than she’d ever seen in one place before, a harness ring gag, a very large phallic plug, and a latex hood with the same color scheme as the straitsuit. All in all it would create a fitting look for a mindless sex toy.

“So I’m gonna assume you want to get into the straitsuit first?” Zatanna asked, raising her gaze from the bondage gear back to Harley, who was already in the process of stripping down then and there. Zatanna merely let out a sigh as she watched Harley slip off her underwear, aware that there was no point in saying anything. She had learned long ago that there was almost no way to stop Harley from doing something once the woman set her mind to it, and that it was best to just let her do her thing. Interrupting Harley had gotten her gagged once before, and she honestly wasn’t sure if the fact she needed to speak clearly to wipe Harley’s mind would be enough to stop her from gagging her. 

Harley, for her part, pretty much ignored Zatanna. It didn’t seem to matter to her that the magician was not even two feet away from her as she undressed, and she didn’t say anything to her as she slid her way into the straitsuit. In fact, she slid into it with such ease that Zatanna was sure this wasn’t Harley’s first time putting herself into it. 

“Alright Zee, zip me up!” Harley declared as she rolled onto her stomach. The zipper of the straitsuit ran from the tights up to the next, giving Zatanna a good view of Harley’s bare ass and back. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before though, and the magician knelt down next to Harley and began to pull the zipper up.

‘I wonder how soon I can gag her?’ she thought to herself as more and more of Harley’s flesh disappeared under the latex. As she reached the end of the zipper, a little voice in the back of her head told her to snap it off, to leave Harley stuck in this straitsuit like she’d left Zatanna countless times.

Fortunately for Harley, Zatanna, unlike the current bound clown, had self-control. As much as she might want to get easy revenge on Harley, she knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. 

That, and there was a part of her somewhat terrified of what Poison Ivy might do to her. 

“So, what next?” Zatanna asked as the zipper reached the end.

“Shouldn’t it be obvious?” Harley asked as she rolled over onto her back and then sat up, holding up her hands and waving them at Zatanna.

“Of course,” Zatanna said as she got behind Harley. The magician couldn’t lie, she took GREAT joy in being on the opposite side of this. She pulled Harley’s arms into as tight a self-hug as she possibly could. She could see Harley’s grin slowly widening as she Zatanna pulled on her arms and buckled them into place. If Harley was able to move her arms, Zatanna would be shocked. 

“Are you sure that’s the tightest you can go?” Harley asked as she began to try and pull her arms free. “I think I could break free in a couple days,” she grinned as she spoke, teasing Zatanna, knowing full well that Zatanna wouldn’t do anything in response. 

“Depends on how sore you want your arms to be,” Zatanna said with a smile. “So what’s next?” she asked. “Time for the gag?” she tried to restrain herself and hide how eager she was for that, but enough of it slipped through to make Harley smile.
“Oh no, do you really think this is enough to hold me?” Harley asked. For a moment Zatanna paused, falling silent as she looked over Harley’s bound form.

“Nope,” Zatanna said. Somehow she was just sure that Harley could get out of this. She didn’t know how, but she just knew. “So, what is next?”

“Belts !” Harley happily exclaimed.

“Belts?”

“Belts!” Harley repeated as she gestured (as best she could with her arms rendered useless) towards several black and red leather belts that were in her bag. For a moment Zatanna considered taking the easy route and using her magic to have the strap wrap themselves around Harley’s body. But, if she did that, she’d miss out on the fun of doing it herself, and thus Zatanna pulled the duffle bag closer and then moved down towards Harley’s feet. She grabbed a black belt from the bag and she wrapped it around Harley’s ankles. Like the straps for Harley’s arms, Zatanna pulled the belt as tight as she possibly could. Without looking she could tell Harley was enjoying that, and so she kept pulling them as tight as she could. She spaced the belts out by about two inches, alternating between black and red. It didn’t take long for her to reach Harley’s waist, and she could have stopped there considering all of Harley’s limbs were firmly bound and now useless. There were plenty of belts left though, and so Zatanna kept going, only running out when she reached Harley’s neck. A part of her was actually a bit disappointed there wasn’t just one more, but overall she was content with her work so far.

Now, if Harley could actually get out of this, Zatanna would probably completely retire as an escape artist. There was simply no way a normal human being could escape from these bindings, and unless Harley had gained some strange new powers for some reason, that meant there was no way for Harley to get out of this. As Zatanna looked back in the bag for the next restraints, a wide grin appeared on her face. There were none left. Not a single thing to physically restrain Harley with.

That left only one item left for Zatanna to add.

“Alright, gag time,” Zatanna said as she pulled the harness ring gag out of the duffle bag. ‘No, wait, I’m not doing this on my knees,’ the magician thought to herself as she rose to her feet. This was something she had to do while standing to truly enjoy. To make that work she had to get Harley up to, and so Zatanna dragged over the chair she’d been sitting on earlier and pulled Harley up onto it. 

“Comfy?” Zatanna asked as she looked down at Harley. She didn’t even try to suppress the grin on her face. She was going to enjoy this and she wanted Harley to know that. 

“Oh very~” Harley purred, squirming in her bindings as she grinned. “Now are you gonna keep me waiting or you hoinh gho- YEH!”

Zatanna didn’t let Harley finish speaking, instead shoving the gag into place mid-sentence. Zatanna pulled the straps of the gag as tight as she could, even tighter than any of the other straps. She wanted Harley to stay gagged and she did not want to risk even the chance that she could get it out. Immediately drool began to spill from the gag as Harley happily groaned into it. Zatanna couldn’t help but smile as she buckled the third strap into place, completely securing the gag, which had straps running from the sides of the ring to the back of Harley’s head, and the third strap connected to the first two running up her face and then down the back of her head. 

“There’s nothing left now but to do the deed, is there?” Zatanna asked. 

“Nogh unuehh you uuangh a chihh hoonhye~” Harley teased, winking at Zatanna as the magician’s hopes that the gag would silence the jester were dashed. It was clear nothing sort of a mindwipe would silence her, and even then Zatanna wasn’t sure. 

(Not unless you want a kiss goodbye~)

That said, though she couldn’t truly shut Harley up, she could make her quieter. As luck would have it, there was still an item left in the bag Zatanna could make use of. It was a large rubber phallus plug, big enough to fill up Harley’s big mouth and hopefully reduce her volume. 

“Well, I do have something to shove into your mouth,” Zatanna said as she held the plug in front of Harley’s face, gently swaying it back and forth. Harley’s eyes eagerly followed it, and she stuck her tongue out through the gag, trying to get a taste of it. “Oh? Did you want this?” Zatanna asked as she moved the plug just out of reach. 

“Oh I uuangh igh auuihhgh~” Harley groaned as she leaned forwards, only to be stopped by Zatanna.

(Oh I want it alright~)

“Well then, you can have it,” Zatanna said. Just like when she was strapping up the ring gag, it brought her great joy to slowly shove the phallus down Harley’s throat. She made sure it was slow, both so she could savor it, and to bother Harley. It was petty, but it was nothing compared to the revenge that had crossed the magician's mind before. The seconds ticked by and Zatanna watched the phallus go deeper, and deeper, and deeper until it couldn’t go any further. Just enough of the base was left out for someone to grab it and pull it out, but otherwise there was no way it was coming out of Harley’s mouth. 

“Now for the main event,” Zatanna said as she placed her hands on Harley’s temples. She didn’t need to do it, but at her core she was a showwoman, and even in private she couldn’t help but do something solely for effect.

“Lla ta srettam dlrow sight ni gnihton. Reh rof tsul rouy dna Yni Nosiop rof evol rouy. Niamer sgniht owt ylno. Diov a ekil si ti. Ytpme si denim rouy,” Zatanna began to chant. 

(Your mind is empty. It is like a void. Only two things remain. Your love for Poison Ivy, and your lust for her. Nothing else in this world matters at all.)

Typically, the effect of such a spell was instant. But this was meant to last for a month without any reinforcement during that time period. To ensure it wouldn’t wear off, Zatanna purposefully restrained her own power. She then began to repeat her chant, layering it over and over again, ensuring that even if one wore off, there’d be others to replace it instantly. 

As Zatanna chanted, Harley began to react.Slowly the eager expression on her face disappeared, gradually becoming blank as her body went limp. Even the flow of drool from her gag was affected, becoming slower.

“Speak.” Zatanna commanded. It was a request she would normally never make to Harley, but she wanted to be sure that the spell had taken full effect. Mind wipes were something she knew she could do, but they were either small or meant to be permanent. A temporary one was new territory for her, and depending on how Harley answered, Zatanna would know if she’d have to repeat herself again or not.

“Mm mnnn nph mmpphm. Nph nph mnhm n fnnn. Nnmm phmmn phhnngph rmmnnn. Mm mnfm fnr Pnnphnn Nfm, nnn mm mnphph fnr hmr. Nnphhnng mmphm nn phhm mmnrmn mnphphmrph nph nmm phn mm,” Harley droned out, making Zatanna smile. It was muffled, but Zatanna could tell what Harley had said, and that she had meant every word of it.

(My mind is empty. It is like a void. Only two things remain. My love for Poison Ivy, and my lust for her. Nothing else in the world matters at all to me.)

“Perfect,” Zatanna purred. “Now for the hood so we can complete your transformation,” she said as she reached into the duffle bag and pulled out the hood, the last item needed to complete Harley’s transition into a mindless latex sex toy. As Zatanna pulled the hood out, she noticed a piece of paper that had been underneath, which she swiftly picked up and read.

“Dearest Zatanna,”

Zatanna couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She recognized the writing as Harley’s, and from the opening alone she expected something meant to be the last laugh. However, as she read on, it became apparent it was not.

“There is one more item I forgot to bring in. Mostly because I could not. The item in question is a soundproof box. It is made to my exact measurements and I would like to request you place me inside. Since I am at this stage presumably nothing more than a present, it would make sense for me to be a box.

This is my final request from you, and I thank you in advance.

Yours truly,

Doctor Harleen Quinzell. :)”

While the formality of the letter did catch her off guard, Zatanna supposed she was obliged to fulfill Harley’s last request. Why Harley had written the note in advance rather than just telling Zatanna was beyond her, but the magician was going to waste her time trying to figure out how Harley’s head worked. Smarter people had tried, and they had all failed.

“Em ot tropelet xob s’yelrah!” Zatanna exclaimed, not bothering to go and search for the box. She had no idea where it might be, nor did she trust Harley enough to not think there were boobytraps around.

(Harley’s box teleport to me!)

Sure enough, the box appeared out of thin air before Zatanna. It was black and red, with the same pattern as Harley’s old outfit. It looked large enough to fit a person into, and when Zatanna popped the top off, she saw that there was padding all along the interior. In fact, it looked as though there was just enough space inside for Harley to fit and only for Harley to fit. 

“Hmm, she was serious about this,” Zatanna said to herself as she turned her attention back to Harley. The expression on the jester's face was blank, and Zatanna casually pulled the hood down over her head, taking care to ensure Harley’s ponytails emerged from the two holes meant for them, and that the hole for her mouth was lined up. Once the hood was on, Zatanna could hardly tell it was actually Harley Quinn underneath the latex. Granted, if someone told her it was she would believe them, but the point remained. 

Now, Zatanna could easily have said her magic words and had Harley in the box and secured in the blink of an eye, but where was the fun in that? Thus, despite the effort it entailed, Zatanna picked Harley up and brought her over to the box. The mindwiped woman didn’t exactly do anything to make it easier for Zatanna, but she didn’t impede her. She was just limp, like a doll waiting to be played with and spring to life. Zatanna was slightly curious as to what would happen if she gave Harley an answer, but for the moment she was silent, and Zatanna didn’t think she’d be able to forgive herself if she were to end it.

Then again, there was the chance Harley was faking it. Zatanna was sure her spell had worked, but the seed of doubt had entered her mind, screaming at her to make sure the spell was a success. 

‘Fine,’ Zatanna thought to herself as she set Harley down in a kneeling position, which she held. With the hood on, it was impossible to see Harley’s expression, but Zatanna could still go off of body language. The question now though was what to do. What was something she could get Harley to do to confirm the mindwipe had worked. It had to be something Harley wouldn’t do of her own volition, but therein lay the problem. There was little Zatanna could think of that she could say with certainty the jester wouldn’t do of her own volition at a later date, and quite frankly what Zatanna could think of was likely a step too far. 

However, a grin crept onto Zatanna’s face as she realized there was in fact something she could do to Harley to test her out. It wasn’t something felt she’d do of her own volition, nor was it something too extreme. 

“Face down, ass up,” Zatanna proclaimed, her grin widening as Harley immediately obeyed, planting her face on the floor while raising her ass up as high as possible. The fact that Harley obeyed and only obeyed lent credence to the idea that the mind wipe had worked. Knowing Harley, the jester would be wiggling her ass, trying to tempt whomever was around. Of course, there was the possibility that Harley had self-control (though Zatanna couldn’t recall ever observing that).

For a moment Zatanna just looked down at Harley. Just the idea of what she was going to do was filling her with joy, and she half-expected to explode when she finally did the deed. She swatted the air a few times, warming herself up, before she knelt down next to Harley.

She gave no warning. She did nothing whatsoever to give Harley a chance to prepare. The clown had never extended the same courtesy to her, so why should she do the same? She brought her hand down with as much force as she possibly could, and the resulting slap echoed throughout the apartment. 

One wasn’t enough though. Zatanna had to be sure, and just one was nowhere near enough to quench her thirst. She struck Harley’s ass again, and again, and again. The sound was like music to her ears, as were the small groans that escaped from Harley with each strike. For several minutes Zatanna continued on, her grin not fading in the slightest. She reveled in the fact that the bindings were now on the other girl, that she was the one in control of Harley for a change. There was absolutely nothing Harley could do but stay still and take it until she was told otherwise.

Besides the small groans, there was no reaction from Harley. This was despite the fact that Zatanna was sure her ass was now as red as her suit. There was no way Harley could just not react. Zatanna was sure of that. The only explanation was that the mind wipe had worked, and that Harley’s mind really was empty of everything but lust and love for Ivy. 

“Alright then, let’s get you boxed up,” Zatanna said as she grabbed a hold of Harley, bringing the woman to her feet before picking her up. Again, she easily could have just used her magic, but again she wanted to feel the satisfaction of doing it herself. Harley fit perfectly into the box, just like it had been molded specifically for her (which Zatanna strongly suspected was the case). The box also had several additional straps, laid out in a manner that would keep Harley pinned down inside the box. Just like all the other straps, Zatanna pulled these as tight as she possibly could. It was, after all, what Harley would do if their positions were reversed. 

“Okay, there is absolutely no way you can get out of that,” Zatanna said as she tightened the last strap. Almost a dozen straps were holding Harley down, starting at her ankles and finishing at her forehead. Zatanna couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret when she placed the lid back on the box. A part of her very much wanted to do more with Harley. She had plenty to get back at the jester for after all. She had, however, agreed to mindwipe and package Harley and nothing more. 

There was also the fact that she dreaded what could happen should Poison Ivy walk in on her. The magician imagined whatever Ivy did would make everything Harley had done seem like a mercy. 

Zatanna briefly considered wrapping some ribbons around the box, or adding a tag of some kind. She’d done all Harley had asked though, and so the magician took her leave, using her magic to teleport away.

Now Harley was all alone. Bound, gagged, and helpless. Packed up like a gift, waiting to be opened up by the one she loved the most…

  Ivy couldn’t lie, a day away had done her a world of good. As much as she loved Harley and the life they had built together, there was very much something therapeutic in just having a day to herself. One day where she was free to do whatever it was she wanted.

That said, the fact that the suggestion came from Harley of all people struck her as odd. While she wouldn’t call Harley clingy by any means, she never did enjoy being far from her girlfriend. She couldn’t say exactly what Harley had in mind, but she suspected it had something to do with her birthday. Every year Harley struggled to come up with a gift she felt showed how much she loved Ivy, and this year had been no different. Ivy certainly didn’t mind though, and it left her wondering what Harley had done now. There were ideas she had thrown out, but nothing she knew Harley had committed herself to. 

“Harley, I’m home,” Ivy called out as she unlocked the door to their apartment. Normally Harley would come running to her if she was home, but she didn’t. It was possible Harley wasn’t home, but her bike was still here, and it didn’t seem at all like Harley to not be there when the love of her life got home, especially on the love of her life’s birthday.

“Harley?” Ivy called out again, more confused than concerned. She had told Harley what time she’d be back, and Harley had said she’d be here. The idea that something had happened to Harley didn’t even cross her mind. IF something happened (and that was a big if) either Selina or Oracle would have already told her. 

“Well what do we have here?” Ivy asked as she entered into the kitchen, her gaze immediately drawn to the Harley sized box laying on the floor. A grin appeared on her face as she recalled one of the things she had told Harley she might like as a gift. Out of all the options she had given Harley, it was the one they had talked at length about the most, since it would involve Zatanna and be long-term. Still, Ivy hadn’t truly expected Harley to go through with it.

She wasn’t complaining though.

She really wasn’t complaining.

It was a fantasy she’d had for quite some time, but also one she didn’t think she’d ever be able to truly live out. Harley however had given her an opportunity to live it out, and she certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste. The “former” eco-terrorist knelt down next to the box, slowly lifting the lid up. She took her time, savoring it as slowly more and more of Harley’s bound form became visible. If it weren’t for the two pigtails emerging from either side of the hood, she’d have no way of being sure it was Harley underneath all that sexy shiny latex.

“I must admit, I’m surprised you convinced Zatanna to go through with this. Did you lure her in with the idea of payback, or did you threaten her with more bondage?” Ivy asked as she ran a finger along Harley’s legs. “I don’t suppose it really matters though, does it? Because here you are, bound and gagged and helpless. I can do whatever I want to you, and I will.”

A groan escaped from Harley’s gagged lips as she began to squirm in her bindings. Ivy’s words and her touch told her she was no longer alone, and she recognized whose voice it was. She knew it was the woman she loved, the woman who occupied the entirety of her mind, the woman whom she felt lust the likes of which she’d never felt for. There was nothing in that moment that Harley wanted more than to embrace Ivy. The only thought running through her near empty mind was a desperate desire to be used like the toy she was. 

 “Oh? Is there something you want?” Ivy asked. “Well, you’re a big girl, use your words.”

“Uhe nhe.”

(Use me)

“What was that?” Ivy asked. “I can’t say I quite understood.”

“Uhe nhe!” Harley exclaimed into her gag. “Uhe nhe! Ahuhe nhe! No uuhaghegheu you uuangh gho nhe!” she pleaded.

(Use me! Use me! Abuse me! Do whatever you want to me!)

As Harley pleaded she began to squirm even harder, trying in vain to escape from restraints she herself had chosen to keep her in place. She tried thrusting her hips as best she could, humping the air in a display of her lust. She was willing to say anything and do anything to please Ivy. 

Ivy couldn’t help but smile at the display before her. The love of her life had given her complete and utter control, and she couldn’t be happier about it. The redhead bent down, leaning over Harley and began to lick Harley’s lips. The plug kept Ivy from accessing Harley’s mouth right away, but Ivy didn’t mind. She wanted to tease Harley, to stop just short of giving her what she wanted. It would drive Harley wild, and Ivy loved that.

Sure enough, Harley’s squirming intensified as Ivy slowly licked. She did everything she possibly could to convey to Ivy that she wanted more.

“Oh, do you want more?” Ivy asked as she finished. 

“Pmmnphm Nfm! Pmmnphm!” Harley desperately pleaded as she strained against the straps pinning her down.

“Alright, but only because you asked so nicely,” Ivy said as she reached down and gripped the plug that filled Harley’s mouth. Slowly she began to pull it out, her eyes widening slightly in moderate surprise as she saw just how large the plug was. She couldn’t help but be impressed by her love, and be inspired. 

The second the plug was out Ivy was on Harley, not giving her bound lover a single second. The ring gag allowed her tongue to freely enter Harley’s mouth, and she explored it as though it was her first time. Without being told, purely on instinct, Harley returned it. The bound woman passionately kissed her love back, meeting Ivy’s tongue while still allowing her to freely explore. For several minutes the kiss continued uninterrupted, growing more passionate with each passing minute. 

Of course, it did eventually end, with Harley letting out a whine as Ivy pulled away.

“Don’t worry,” Ivy said as she began to undo the straps pinning Harley in place. “That won’t be the last time you taste me, or the only way,” she added with a grin. Harley laid there as Ivy undid the straps, but she did lie still. She was shaking with anticipation. Being unbound meant Ivy wanted to do more with her, and the possibilities were endless and exciting. She resisted the urge to leap out and into Ivy’s arms, though just barely. 

“Now, what shall I do with you first?” Ivy asked as she undid the last strap. “So many options. So many fun little things to do…” as she spoke she rapped her fingers on Harley’s leg. It was a simple gesture, but it further teased the bound woman. Wordlessly Ivy used her powers to make the potted plants that filled the kitchen to grow, specifically creating vines which she sent creeping out through the apartment. A moment later they returned wrapped around a chest. It was Harley’s personal toy chest, filled with all of Harley’s favorite items. 

While Harley couldn’t tell what exactly was happening, she could still hear, and every little noise excited her. Now free from the straps keeping her pinned down, Harley began to thrust her hips, humping the air. It was a gesture of pure lust, displaying her excitement to Ivy. It made Ivy’s smile widen as the chest was set down before Ivy. Popping it open, Ivy decided that there was only one way to determine what to do to Harley first.

She covered her eyes and randomly pointed.

It was a very informal way of choosing, but there were just too many options even for Ivy. A random choice would at the very least eliminate at least one item from her future decisions.

Uncovering her eyes, Ivy smirked as she saw which item she was pointing out. It was a vibrator wand, one of many Harley and Ivy owned, but this was the single largest and most powerful one in their collection, which had swiftly become Harley’s favorite. Harley’s pleasure was very much Ivy’s pleasure, and as Ivy took the wand into her hand, she knew there would be a lot of pleasure tonight. 

That said, she’d need to get Harley out of the box first. She set the wand down next to the box before she reached into the box. She carefully gripped Harley, lifting her out of the box bridal style. Admittedly it took a bit of effort to get a grip on the bound woman. The cut out in the box was perfectly fitted for Harley. Too perfect actually, leaving little room for Harley to move or for someone to grip her. Ivy succeeded though, and she sat Harley down in front of her, kneeling behind her as she picked up the wand. She rubbed it against Harley’s leg, hinting at but not by any means confirming what was about to happen. Regardless, it excited Harley.

Ivy pressed the head of the wand to Harley’s crotch, making sure it was right up against her womanhood. Now Harley was getting an idea of what was about to happen, but there was no time to try and prepare herself. Ivy flicked the switch on the wand, placing it on its highest setting right away. Harley immediately began to spasm from the overwhelming pleasure. Ivy didn’t know how long her love had spent in that box, but it was obviously more than long enough for her to become incredibly horny and desperate for release.

“Good girl,” Ivy purred. She wrapped an arm around Harley’s torso, pulling her close while also pinning her in place. It restricted her spasms slightly, and knowing Harley, that just made her hornier. Now, Ivy knew what she was doing. Placing the vibrator on its highest setting would make Harley climax very very quickly. Ivy, however, did not want that. In her opinion, a climax needed to be slowly built up to, not rushed into. She knew Harley well enough to know that her love was reaching her limit, and once Harley grew close enough, Ivy switched the vibrator down to the lowest setting.

A disappointed whine immediately escaped from Harley. Her squirming intensified, especially around her hips, trying desperately to get just a bit more stimulation. 

“CHueahe Ighy…”

(Please Ivy…)

“You’re offly chatty for a mindless doll. I wonder, did Zatanna half-ass it, or is it just impossible to keep you quiet?” Ivy teased as she pulled the vibrator away just a little, enough so that while Harley could still feel the vibrations, they were even weaker. “Obviously we both know a gag will never truly silence you, but I did think a mind wipe would be more effective. Guess I thought wrong.”

Harley knew Ivy was talking, and she wanted to focus on her, but it was impossible in this state. Her lust, already cranked up to the max, was reaching new heights as she desperately tried to get closer to the wand. It was driving her crazier to be so close yet to be denied. 

“Oh come on now, it can’t be that bad, can it?” Ivy asked as she began to move her free hand, the one holding Harley in place against her, towards her chest. She quickly latched onto one of Harley’s breasts and began to slowly knead it in her hand, eliciting more moans and groans from the bound woman. “Even if it is, so what? It’s not as though you can do anything about it.”

“Right now, and for the next month, you are mine to do with as I please. If I want to tease you, I will tease you until I grow tired,” Ivy said as she shifted her attention over to Harley’s other breast. “Do you understand me?”

“I unneuhghann,” Harley replied.

(I understand)

“Do you?” Ivy asked as her hand began to drift away from Harley’s chest, moving upwards and brushing against her as it moved. “Or do I need to prove it?” Ivy’s hand was now at Harley’s chin, and she didn’t wait for a reply from the bound woman before moving it again. This time the movement was swift, her hands covering both Harley’s mouth and her nose. It seemed to take Harley a few seconds to register what had happened, and at first her response was to just try and shake her head to dislodge Ivy’s hand. It was a natural instinct, one that even the most intense of mind wipes wouldn’t remove. Ivy’s only response was to press her hand against Harley’s face even harder. There were only the tiniest of gaps between her fingers, which were nowhere near enough for her to get air through.

As the seconds dragged on, Harley began to struggle more intensely. Her lungs were beginning to ache, and her natural instincts were kicking in. She needed air, not in the way she needed Ivy’s touch, but truly needed. 

But, she did need Ivy’s touch, didn’t she?

While the mind wipe Zatanna had performed didn’t wipe away Harley’s natural survival instincts (and she never would go that far), it did make lust and love for Ivy THE most powerful thoughts in Harley’s mind. Everything else was supposed to be drowned out, and slowly but surely, Harley’s survival instincts began to take a back seat to her lust.

Yes, Harley was being suffocated, but she was being suffocated by Ivy. It was Ivy’s hand covering her mouth and nose, her hand that was touching Harley, and that touch was heavenly. Of course, this didn’t stop Harley’s body from having the natural response of spasming and trying to unblock her airways, but in her bound state there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was wait for Ivy to remove her hand, something that wasn’t happening just yet as Ivy kept her grip as tight as she could. It wasn’t just her lust driving this though. Deep down, she knew Ivy wouldn’t go too far. She had full trust in Ivy, and she knew it wasn’t misplaced.

“Have you had enough Harley?” Ivy asked. “Your lungs must be aching right now.” She was right, Harley’s lungs were aching. It felt as though they might explode. Yet, Harley responded with a slow (or as slow as possible while still spasming) nod no. “Oh really? Are you sure of that?” again Harley nodded, this time yes. “Well then who am I to deny?”

Ivy was watching Harley closely. Breathplay wasn’t new territory for them, and Ivy knew Harley’s limits. Right now they were teetering at the edge. It was possible for them to try and go beyond them with the mind wipe, but that was a risk, and though Ivy was having fun, she didn’t want it to come at the cost of Harley. Thus, as Harley’s struggles and spasms began to noticeably weaken, Ivy began to release her grip. She did it slowly though, teasing Harley by only letting in a little bit of air first, then a little more, and a little more. Harley took deep breaths, getting as much air into her aching lungs as she could until Ivy’s hand was completely removed.

“Mmm, good girl,” Ivy said as she gently caressed Harley’s head, smiling down at her bound lover. “Very good girl,” she said as she shifted her position, gently laying Harley down on her back. “And now it’s time for your reward.”

Carefully Ivy positioned herself over Harley’s face before she began to lower herself, making sure her pussy was lined up perfectly with Harley’s mouth. She didn’t even need to give any instructions. The moment Ivy’s folds made contact with Harley’s mouth she got to work lapping up her lover’s juices. At the same time, Ivy turned the wand back up to its maximum setting and pressed it against Harley’s crotch.

Ivy could hear Harley’s muffled moans as the bound jester continued to work her tongue, lapping at Ivy’s womanhood. The question on Ivy’s mind was who would cum first. What was faster? Harley’s tongue, or the wand? It didn’t really matter to Ivy what the answer was. The end result was going to be the same regardless.

Ivy’s composure completely disappeared as Harley continued to work her tongue, the dominant woman unable to suppress the moans escaping from her. Harley was already excellent when it came to head, but it seemed the mind wipe had managed to also improve her skills, something Ivy wouldn’t have thought possible. Beneath her, she could hear Harley moaning, getting closer and closer by the minute to her climax. Still Ivy wasn’t sure which of them would cum first. Harley was lapping away without stop, but Ivy had the wand on its maximum setting and pressed right up against Harley’s crotch.

In the end, neither of them came first.

Instead, by sheer chance, both Harley and Ivy climaxed at the same moment. Their moans echoed through their apartment, Ivy arching back as for just a moment her lust completely filled her mind. Harley had made her cum before, far too many times to count, but out of all of them, Ivy was sure this was the single greatest orgasm she had ever had. She imagined that the experience was probably just as, if not more, heavenly for Harley. It was a safe assumption, and it was the correct assumption. Beneath Ivy, the mind wiped woman was feeling the most bliss she ever had. 

A moment passed before Ivy finally raised herself off of Harley, taking her time to recover before putting her focus on her bound love. Once again she shifted her and Harley’s position. Ivy began to sit cross legged, and she rested Harley’s hand on her lap, gently stroking her head. 

“You did very good Harley,” Ivy said. “Very good.” she repeated as she bent over and planted a kiss on Harley’s forehead. “Now, I imagine you could probably go another round right now, couldn’t you?”

“Yeh Ighy~” Harley happily groaned. 

(Yes Ivy~)

“Well then, I hope you can be patient,” Ivy said. “I do have things to do, things besides playing with you, and I do need to do them.” Ivy couldn’t help but smirk as a whine escaped from Harley.

“CHueahe Ighy, nhoue…” Harley whined. Unfortunately, her pleading had no effect as Ivy summoned her vines again, wrapping them around Harley’s bound figure and lifting her up into the air before setting her down back in her box.

(Please Ivy, more…)

“Remember who’s in control here,” Ivy said as she reached for the box's lid. She wasn’t going to strap Harley down, simply because she wanted Harley to squirm, to get herself nice and worked up for when Ivy came back to her. “Don’t worry, I won’t be too long,” the redhead said as she slowly closed the lid, drinking in the sight of Harley’s bound form, something she would never tire from. When the lid was shut, for Harley, there was nothing except for the sound of her own moans as she squirmed, desperately hoping Ivy would change her mind. 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ivy said as she reopened the box. For a brief moment Harley was ready to sit up, believing Ivy had changed her mind, and that more fun was imminent. 

She wasn’t entirely wrong.

Instead of Ivy’s touch, Harley felt something touching her lips, and then entering her mouth, and then going down her throat. It was the plug from before, and though it wasn’t exactly what she wanted, Harley let out a lustful moan as Ivy slowly and teasingly pushed it all the way.

“Pmmnphm Nfm, nnphph n mnphphmm mnrm,” the bound woman whined, but her muffled words had no effect on Ivy, who merely smiled before shutting the lid again.

(Please Ivy, just a little more)

Ivy would return to Harley soon, and the next month would be the most fun either of them had had together. Day after day of endless kinky fun, with Harley mindlessly obeying every single command Ivy gave her. The only limit was Ivy’s creativity, and she had plenty of ideas she’d never gotten around to sharing with Harley before.

And, who was to say it would only be a month of fun? Sure the mind wipe would wear off by then, but what was to stop them from doing it all again?

If Ivy knew Harley as well as she believed she did, it was exactly what her love would want, and who was she to deny that after receiving such a wonderful gift?

On the opposite side of Gotham, in her own humble home, Zatanna was seated in her study. In one hand she held one of many ancient tomes she had borrowed from Doctor Fate while the other held a cup of copy. There wasn’t a creature stirring within her home, not a single noise made by anything, and yet there was a feeling the magician simply could not shake. Said feeling was that, though Harley had assured her there would be no repercussions for what she did, the jester had lied. Zatanna wouldn’t put it past Harley to have had her fingers crossed behind her back when promising it to Zatanna. 

There was, however, no way to confirm it, and so Zatanna turned her attention back to her book and took another sip of her coffee. If something happened, then it would happen.

Though hopefully, if something did happen, Harley would be a bit creative with it.