red, black and Kinky all over.

by benjago15 (ao3)

People like to say if you work hard then you can be anything, but does that really hold true when most of the city is terrified you’ll blow them up just for forgetting to mow the lawn or put the bins out? Still, being realistic was never something Harley Quinn had bothered with so why start now? Harley Quinn wanted a business, a real business, the kind where you tell people you pay taxes when it reality you’re embezzling funds into several off-shore accounts for safe keeping so you don't have to pay said taxes. Yeah, Harley wanted that… just don’t tell anyone about the tax evasion. Whoops, it seems we’re getting sidetracked… Back to kinky clown shenanigans.
Harley had thought long and hard about what she wanted to do. She could open a psychiatry clinic with her PhD. But that felt too much like a regression and Harley wanted to move forwards not backwards. But she still wanted to help people. Provide a service. And do you know what Gotham doesn’t have enough of? BDSM clubs! They provide a very important service of helping fulfill people’s deepest fantasies. A most noble service indeed. And hey, any excuse to dress in skintight latex, am I right?
Poison Ivy, Harley’s long time wife by now had been very supportive of her choice and with the aid of Selina Kyle, the Gotham city sirens had scraped together enough money (don’t ask where they got it 😊) to buy a club in the Bowery.
The building had been in rough shape, party of how they’d gotten the deal they did but the sirens never met a story they could solve with a bit of seduction and suspicious amounts of money and so in came the contractors to fix the place up. And so ‘The Siren’s Call’ had been refurbished and now all it needed was some bondage supplies and some willing clients. Not bondage devices those were easy to find, Harley knew a guy who owed her a favor who knew a guy who owed him a favor who knew how to make them everything they needed and more to line the multiple dungeon rooms they had. The bar itself, that had been simple to decorate: Neon décor, fancy oak tables, a top of the line serving counter and shelved lined with bottles with fancy labels that Harley promises isn’t just bottles filled with cheap booze pretending to her high end liquor. What set their club apart from Gotham’s other kink clubs was the seats were all lined with restraints, at any time you could have one of their fine waitresses (The gang of Harleys) come to secure you to your chair as they feed you and spoil you. Or maybe they deem you naughty and gag you while whispering into your ear. You get everything you pay for and then some.
But the place hadn’t opened yet. That stuff would come in time. For now, Harley and Ivy sat down at one of the tables, Harley eagerly holding a bag while idly kicking her legs. They were planning to open for the first time the following day when Harley had suggested. “Hey Pammie, how do we know this stuff even works? I mean, what are we supposed to do if you woman tells us to bring her fantasy to life but the equipment won’t work?”
“Oh?” Ivy had raised an eyebrow. She already knew where this was leading but she wanted Harley to say it. Harley give her big puppy dog eyes. “I think maybe we should make sure everything works…”
“You mean, inspect the screws, should we just look at everything and make sure it’s working?”
“Pammieeeeee, you know that’s now what I mean.” Harley pouted making Ivy smile to herself.
“Why? What do you mean Harley?” Ivy smirked outwardly now. Isn’t she just the cutest? She told herself. Harley bit her lip and then the words fly from her mouth all at once. “Ivy, I want you to dominate me!”
“Pardon?” Ivy pretends to have not her.
“Ivyyyyy, I want you to tie me up and use me like you used to. It’s been so long since we had any real fun…”
“Harley, it’s been a week at worst.” Ivy stood open, allowing Harley beg.
“Ivy, I want you to tie me up and use me! Gag me! Spank me! Tie me up! Tell me I’ve been a bad, naught girl!” Harley dropped to her knees and threw her arms around Ivy’s waist. “I just want you to feel as special are you are to me.”
“Oh Harley, you know I love you. You don’t have to do this.” Ivy patted Harley on her head. “You’re so overdramatic.”
“Will you do it?” Harley’s eyes started to look even bigger and more innocent. “Pleassssssseeeee…”
“You know I can’t say no to those eyes.” The two had them found themselves lost in each other’s arms, soon finding themselves in a deep and passionate kiss that would’ve killed anyone who wasn’t Harley.
**
Harley was currently knelt on the floor, obediently waiting for her mistress to bring her new outfit. Ivy had insisted on changing in private, saying that Harley wanted to be an object so she didn’t get to watch her change. Harley had protested but knew that it was ultimately part of the game. Seeing Ivy naked wasn’t rare and yet being denied the sight this time made things so much more exciting for her.
Ivy was currently finishing up removing her clothes, stepping out of her panties and then catching a glimpse at herself in the mirror. While Ivy embraced her image as a siren, seeing herself completely nude was a reminder of the one person she’d ever let see her like this. The woman who was no doubt kneeling in anticipation as she stripped. Joker had broken the poor woman, a crime that he would one day pay for with his life. She could still recall the day Harley had crashed through the roof of her greenhouse (See ‘The explosive emancipation of Harley Quinn’) and since then she hadn’t looked back. Many called Harley clingy, whiney. All of them were wrong. Ivy had seen the wonderful and woman behind the bleached white skin a woman just like her who had been broken by the world and now the two of them had been married over two years (Jeez, I’ve been at this for ages…) and she couldn’t name anyone she’d rather have spent that time with.
Ivy looked at the pile of Latex she was about to put on and smiles. Time to give Harley the night she deserves. First, a light green latex catsuit, full body. The body was bright green while the arms were a much darker, richer green, similar to the green of oak leaves as opposed to the grassy green of the rest of the outfit. The outfits had of course been Harley’s idea. She’d said that if they were going to open a BDSM club then then couldn’t possibly not have any latex. As such, they’d each designed latex versions of their outfits especially to wear here. Ivy steps into the first leg of the outfit, her silky smooth green skin offered no resistance, allowing the material to envelope her leg with impossible ease. The second leg follows suit, her feet and legs now all a shimmering green. Ivy looks at the crotch zipper. She doubted she’d really use it too much. This wasn’t about her. It was about celebrating her wife for getting her life together despite everything life had thrown at her. Still, she wasn’t about to look at a tied up Harley at her feet and not have some of her own fun as well.
She takes the first arm, the deep green that made up the arms also creeped around the back of the catsuit adding some visual intrigue to an otherwise plain outfit. She places her hand into the sleeve, carefully pulling the latex over her fingers before pushing her arm into the sleeve. It felt almost redundant to wear a green outfit like this given her green skin but Ivy enjoyed to feeling of latex on her skin every now and then. Between that and how much Harley liked it, she’d come to enjoy it, knowing that it meant her wife trusted her to dominate when she wore it, something which had once been alien to her. She did not take Harley’s trust in her for granted, sometimes Ivy wondered if Harley realize just how much Ivy loved her and how much it meant to her that Harley trusted her enough to let her do these things. Ivy never had been great at expressing herself.
Ivy composes herself, realizing she was getting sidetracked. Onto the second sleeve. This sleeve proved her difficult as her latex clad fingers struggled to properly grip the sleeve. In the end, she just uses a nearby plant to summon some vines to aid her. “Good boy.” Ivy strokes the vine which in response coils around her wrist. “I’m not quite finished yet, could you help me?” She turns herself around to expose the zipper on her back. The plant obeys, uncoiling from her wrist and zipping up the suit all the way up to the top of her neck. “Such a good point. Run along now and grow healthy.” Again Ivy strokes the vine as it retracts back into the plant pot.
Ivy now picks up the corset piece which was the same green as her sleeves, the same as her old outfit which makes her feel nostalgic. She folds it around her torso, relieved that this zipped up at the front rather than the back. This makes the process so much easier. The corset makes moving slightly harder but ultimately it hugs her form and makes her chest appear more prominent which was the intent, making the catsuit tighter, allowing her nipples to be seen through the latex. The final item now, a pair of deep green boots. The were a tough leather like her corset. They had a thick base and large, thick heels. Walking in them would not be an issue. They just had such a firm base, Ivy imagined Harley had designed them this way so she could step on her. “Oh Harley… Never change.” She chuckles while pulling the boots on which came up to just under her knee. They zip up easily and then she rises to her feet; Her outfit was complete. She takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror, the way the material hugged her form.
She picked up the bag which had Harley’s outfit inside and opens the door.
Harley hears the door open and looks up. Immediately her mouth falls over as she sees Ivy walk out, hand on hip with a perfect strut. She drops the bad onto the floor and points at it. “Change.” She commands coldly, already getting into character. Harley obey, quickly stripping to nothing and reaching into the back. Harley’s catsuit was designed like her old jester costume, with 4 segments alternating between black and red. Ivy watches as Harley struggles to clamber into the suit. She wanted to help but she also knew Harley wanted to prove that she could do it herself and so she waits until eventually Harley buckles and asks for Ivy’s help, the material clinging tighter to her body as Ivy pulled up the zip.
The next items were where Harley’s outfit varied from Ivy’s. Ivy produced a pair of leather bondage mittens. Usually Harley preferred metal mittens but given what she was wearing, she felt leather fit better. Harley submissively offers her first hand to Ivy. Ivy slips the first mitten over Harley’s left hand, pushing it down all the way and then firmly pulling the strap and secures to buckle to keep it in place. “You’re soooo hot Pammie…” Harley purrs.
“Shouldn’t that be Mistress Ivy?” Ivy teases, booping Harley on the nose.
“urm… crap… Sorry Mistress.” Harley bows. “Please punish me, I deserve it!” She pleads. Ivy takes Harley’s free hand into her own. “If you want it so much, it wouldn’t be a punishment.”
“But Mistress…” Harley pleads while the second mitten is fitted. “I need you to punish me. I need you to use me…” Harley energetically bounces up and down on the spot. “You promised…”
“I did…” Ivy squats down, cupping Harley’s chin while staring lovingly into her beautiful blue eyes. “But we haven’t even finished getting you changed yet.” Ivy leans in to Harley’s ear and whispers. “Rushing your mistress, for that I think I will have to punish you.” Harley’s face lights up at Ivy’s words, eagerly nodding. “Yes mistress.” She bites her lip to contain herself, her arousal already building as her breathtaking wife loomed over her. Ivy reaches into the bag and pulls out the final item, a hood. Ivy once again takes hold of Harley’s chin, enforcing eye contact. “You definitely want this? Once I put this hood on for you, I’ll be in character for the rest of the night. You really want this?” Ivy already knew Harley’s answer, anyone could’ve guessed her answer. Still, it was her duty as a dominant to ensure her sub was okay. Harley smiles. “Yes Mistress. You’ve been so worked up lately, take all o’ it out on me.” There’s that smile, that irresistible smile. “I’m yours. Do whatever ya want to me. Make me sing like ya always do.”
“I love you.” Smile can’t hide her smile as Harley keeps talking.
“I love you too, Pammie.” Harley throws her arms Around Ivy’s neck and pulls her into a long and passionate French kiss. When Ivy finally breaks aways. “My, my. Stealing a kiss, touching me without permission and not addressing me problem. What a naughty little submissive I have tonight. It seems you really do need to be punished.” Harley bites her lip, Ivy could see the lust in her eyes, she’s visibly resisting the urge to touch herself (Not that she could with the mittens). Ivy prepares the hood. “Remember, your safe word is ‘Batbrain.’ Okay?” One final break of character to ensure she was a responsible domme. Harley nods. “I know, Mistress.”
“Good girl.” Ivy’s gifts her sub with a kiss on the forehead and then pulls the hood over Harley’s head. The hood was coloured identically to her catsuit, it had two holes which Ivy fed Harley’s pigtails through. Two more holes lined up with her nostrils for her to breathe and the final hole lined up with her mouth so Ivy could make use of it. Notable, the hood lacked eyeholes meaning Harley was completely blind under the (partially red) hood. Ivy zips up the hood, making it form fitting. She finishes up by securing a black leather collar around Harley’s neck, threading through slots in the hood to ensure the hood would stay in place.
“There. What do you say?” Ivy looks at her sub for the night, blind and with no use of her hands, waiting mostly patiently for Ivy to make her move. “Thank you, Mistress.” Harley chirps happily. This was where the fun begins and both women knew it.
Harley’s breathing hastened, her anticipating building. She couldn’t see anything at all under the hood. She was completely blind. She was totally reliant on her Mistress’ voice to guide her. Even before the bondage had been applied, being so reliant on Ivy for something as basic as navigating a room turned her on so much. She keeps rubbing the leather of her mittens again her crotch but it does little for her, she needed Ivy’s touch.
A hand takes hold of Harley’s wrist and guides her to her feet. Harley could already feel herself getting wet as Ivy walked her around the room. Where was she? What toy had been where? Where in the room had Ivy taken her? “Agh…” two hands suddenly firmly grasps her breasts. Harley moans, Ivy had always know just how to play with her to get the most out of it. The groping continues leaving Harley almost in a trance, until suddenly the hands grabbing her push her backwards. “Eep!” she falls for a short time but soon lands a the soft latex sheet of the bed they had set up in the room. Harley splays out her arms, trying to convince Ivy to mount her.
To Harley’s slight annoyance, Ivy climbs onto the bed from the side, gripping Harley’s shoulders in order to pull her further onto the bed. Wordlessly, Ivy runs her fingers along Harley’s stomach, causing the clown to whine. This makes Ivy chuckle. “Such an eager girl tonight. Did you want me to play with you?”
“Yes Mistress…” Harley moans. For a moment, Harley hears nothing. Then she hears the rattling of chains. Ivy grabs the first leather cuff attached to the headboard of the bed, teasing Harley’s wrist before finally buckling around Harley’s wrist. She takes a quick moment to circle Harley’s nipple, feeling how hard they already were. She puts her leg over Harley’s chest, straddling her while she secured the second cuff around her other wrist. “Mmmm…” Ivy purrs, running her finger down Harley’s chest and feeling her shudder in anticipation.
Unfortunately for the clown, Ivy dismount Harley now so she could turn around to tend to Harley’s legs. She gave Harley’s thighs a firm squeeze, the toned and athletic legs of her beautifully sculpted wife. The feeling as the latex moved with her, Harley squirming under Ivy’s touch. Ivy reached over to the foot of the bed and grabbed the two cuffs connected there. Slowly and sensually, the cuffs found their way around Harley’s ankles, hold them apart enough to give Ivy full access to her sub’s crotch.
Harley now found herself bound spread eagle on a big latex double bed. The chains had enough slack to be comfortable and allow her to squirm but were stick enough that she could not leave the spread eagle position. Then it happens. Ivy straddles her for the second time, her hands returns to the bound woman’s breasts. “Mmm…” Harley bites her lip as she tugs at her cuffs, wanting to just wrap her legs around Ivy. The latex creaks as Ivy kneads it. Slowly, Ivy begins to grind her crotch against Harley. The two moan in unison, Harley still tugging lightly at her chains. The groping transitions to firm massaging which only flustered Harley more. She rolls her head back, a fire building between her legs. It built and built. Ivy’s grinding and massage continued at a steady place. She’d been with Harley for years now, she knew exactly when Harley was about to orgasm, a skill that made it all the easier to bring her to the very brink of what she’s pleading for… and then stop. The grinding and groping both stop. “Ahh… Mistress, please… let me cum.” Ivy’s only response is a chuckle. She leans down to where her lips are touching Harley’s ear and then softly whispers. “Has my little pet forgotten she’s still owed a punishment?” Harley doesn’t respond verbally: she doesn’t need to. Her mouth stretches to an ear to ear smile. Between the overpowering smell of latex dominating her nose and the hottest woman in existence dominating her body, Harley was in heaven.
Ivy strokes Harley’s face, pushing her fingers briefly into Harley’s mouth to elicit a moan. “You couldn’t possibly think you deserve a reward when you’ve been so naughty and not been punished yet, did you?”
“I did Mistress. I just want ya t’touch me!” Harley pleads.
“I see.” I’m discounts Harley and crawls up to the head of the bed, Harley’s face is directly beneath Ivy. Ivy leans forward to grope Harley again, exploring Harley body, their outfits allowing her hands to glide effortlessly over Harley’s body. Ivy purrs as she watching her sub squirm. While still groping her lover, Ivy plants her rear down over Harley’s face, instantly cutting off her air supply. Harley’s squirms soon give way to struggles as she frantically struggles to breathe. The restraints hold firm and Harley has nowhere to go. Her voice was completely muffle beneath Ivy’s crotch. “mpfpf…” She tugs at the chains holding her, flailing her arms. “Mpfff mfpf…” She pleads to breath. After about five seconds, Ivy lifts herself up. “Ahhhh…” Harley gasps as the air hits her. It doesn’t last long however as Ivy almost immediately plants herself back down. “Mpfpfpf…” Harley’s struggles pick right back up as her air is once again cut off. “mpff mfpf mfppdp mpfp…” She moans into Ivy’s crotch, her hips bucking and an attempt to get free. “good girl…” Ivy gropes Harley’s body, only intensifying the her sub’s struggles. Ten seconds this time and then lifts herself up. “Oh Mistress, punish me… I’ve been real bad…” Harley pants.
“I know you have…” Ivy lingers on her words, drawing them out. She knew Harley liked it when she did this and tonight was all about Harley. She waits a little this time, letting Harley catch her breath before going down again. “mpppff…” Harley groans, lost in her own arousal. It didn’t matter she couldn’t breathe, she was with Ivy and that was enough. “Mpfpf mdha…” Her body spasms slightly as she struggles, instinctively bucking and fighting the chains holding her. “Yes…” Ivy bites her own lip. She couldn’t lie, she was just as horny as Harley right now. The way she could feel Harley moaning into her crotch made her so flustered. “Oh Yes…” Ivy begins to rub Harley’s crotch, it was a struggle to get a first rhythm due to the struggles but it was worth it when she felt the vibrations in her crotch from Harley’s moans. Fifteen seconds this time. “Gah…” Harley gasps, panting rapidly while eagerly wanting for Ivy to sit down again. “Oh Pammie…” She broke character by Ivy was two aroused to call. “Don’t worry, I’ll forgive you this time.”
“Thank…mpf…” Mid-sentence, Ivy comes down again, this time grinding her crotch against Harley’s face while still massaging Harley’s crotch. “mpfpfpfpf…”
“I know, you feel sooooo, good.” Fifteen seconds again. She knew Harley’s limits and was pacing herself. “Gah… it does… Oh Mistress, ya know how t’make a girl feel special…” Ivy knew Harley was close again which means it was time for the final phase. She brings her hand away from Harley’s pussy, gliding her hand up her stomach.
Ivy looks to a plant in the corner and summons a vine to grab a vibrator wand from one of the room’s many tables of toys. “Thank you.” Ivy takes the wand and allows the vines to retract back into the pot. Harley, still blind under the hood, has no idea what’s going on. She flails her arms in her restraints. “pam… Mistress… Please… I’ll be good. I promise!” she corrects herself.
“I know Harley.” Ivy taps her fingers against Harley stomach to tease her. “And I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.” Ivy licks her lips. “Are you ready?”
“Yes Mistress…” Harley moans.
“Good girl.” Ivy plants herself back over Harley’s face, this time activating the wand and pressing it against Harley’s bucking crotch. “mpfpf…” Harley moans out as her mind was fighting over whether she wanted air or the vibrator more. Her body bucks and struggles against it’s bonds while the vibrator works its magic. “Mgfgfgfdgfgf!” She moans, she could feel it brewing between her legs. “mpf mfmmgf mgfmm mgmfm mgfmm!”
“Yes…” Ivy begins to grind her crotch over Harley’s face, deeply aroused at the struggles of her wife. She could feel Harley’s moans against her crotch and it was so hot! “mpfp mfpfp mfpdpf mfpdpf mpfpf…” Harley struggles, her limbs pulling their bonds taut. Ivy recognized that sound, it meant Harley was close. Unable to help herself, she slaps Harley breasts making her squirm more. “mpfdf mpfpf mfppf mpfpf…” Yeah, she was close. Any second now… “mgmfmmfmgmfmdmfmgfmfmmgmggf!” Harley explodes, her limbs spasming and the arousal inside her burst out from between her legs. “mpfp…” Ivy lets Harley ride the way of her orgasm until it seems to be over. “Mpfpf mfppf mppff…” With the orgasm past, Harley is reminded that she currently could not breathe and her struggles renew. Ivy smiles to herself, and pats Harley’s stomach for her good showing and lifts herself aways from her sub’s face. “ahh… Oh mistress… That was freakin’ great! You’re the best!”
“I know.” Ivy shifts herself into position to give Harley a big French kiss. “mmmm…” They moan into each other’s mouths. Eventually, Ivy breaks away and cradles Harley’s head in her arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yes Pa…mistress.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear.” Ivy stroke Harley’s latex clad head. “Do you wish to continue?”
“Yes!” Harley’s mouth forms a huge smile.
“Good girl.” A vine brings a large penis gag over to Ivy. “You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Course I do, Red…” Harley moans.
“You seem to be struggling to address me properly, let me help you with that. Open your mouth for me.”
“Ahhhh…” Harley sticks her tongue out which does briefly manage to make Ivy break character and chuckle. Ivy slips the plug of the gag into Harley’s mouth. “There, you look so much better when you’re gagged.” Ivy begins to tightly buckle the gag. With the panel of the gag going over her mouth, Harley now had no skin visible. She was completely surrounded by latex, her only identifying trait being her pigtails. She was blind and now mute and with no use of her hands. There was nothing she could do anymore, nothing but serve her mistress. “Mpfpf…” She moans as she feels Ivy’s tongue glide over her forehead. “Mppff…”
“Yes. You know it love it when you moan into that gag.” Ivy speaks sensually as she unfastens the cuffs binding Harley. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something special for you.”
“mfrrr…” Harley purrs under Ivy’s touch. Blind under the hood, her remaining senses were heightened, waves of pleasure racing through her body under every slight touch. Then she hears a quiet metallic click and a tug at her neck. Ivy was clipping leather straps to the collar around her neck. The two strap go down, leading to two loops handing over her stomach which then wrapped around her stomach so they could stay in place. Harley feels her arms being guided through these loops as she was also sat up on the bed. The position of her arms was now similar to that of a straitjacket but looser (for now at least 😊). Next, more straps are attached to the ends of her mittens, long straps that wrap around her body and meet at her back where they fix together, enforcing the straitjacket position. Arms now secure, Ivy turns her attention back to the straps connected to Harley’s collar and begins to tighten them, pulling Harley’s arms up and further fusing them in place. Combining this with how tightly Ivy had pulled the straps behind her back, Harley’s arms were completely fused in place, unable to move an inch (see, told you 😉). Harley’s torso was basically immobile. “mpff…” Harley moans, turned on by how helpless she was.
“mgpf…” Harley feels herself being pulled backwards until she finds herself resting again something soft which she quickly recognizes as Ivy’s breasts. Ivy is sat against the headboard of the bed with Harley’s head rested between her bosom, her little submissive, all wrapped up in latex, just the way she liked her. While it was true that Ivy loved Harley with all her heart, she couldn’t deny that it felt good to take control like this, and besides, nothing lit up Harley’s face more than the idea of spending time with Ivy like this, and who was Ivy to say no to those eyes? Ivy wrapped her left arm around Harley’s body, sensually groping one of her breasts, much to Harley’s delight. Then with her other hand, Ivy reached further, tickling over Harley’s bound arms, then her stomach, Harley nodding as she realized what her mistress had in mind. “mgff mmgff…” Harley moans as Ivy’s fingers begin to firmly massage her crotch, the arousal multiplying tenfold with every stroke. Even if she didn’t have the gag, there would be no possible words to describe the pure, unfiltered lust bubbling without the latex-clad clown. “Does my little Hyena like that?”
“mgffff…” Harley purrs, beginning to move her crotch in rhythm with Ivy’s fingers. Ivy continued this, staking her ownership of Harley’s body who had less than zero regrets about any of this. “mf mf mf…” she coos.
“Good girl, moans for your mistress.” Ivy whispers sensually, the words only almost being enough to make Harley bust there and then. Ivy continues this, relishing the moans of her sub, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Rubbing and rubbing. Firmer and firmer. Rubbing even firmer as Harley moans as she approaches the edge and then… Ivy stops. “Mpff?” Harley moans, on the edge of orgasm, so close and yet it felt like it was miles away. “mpf mppf mpgpf mpf…” Harley’s confusion gives way to needy begging.
“Patience, Harley. All in good time.” Ivy speaks slowly, her voice like a lullaby.
“hnph pnmmnm…” Harley pleads. Ivy smirks and just strokes Harley’s head, but think about how good it’s going to feel when I finally let you cum. I know it’s hard, but I’m doing all of this for you.” Ivy’s fingers cup Harley’s chin, staring at where Harley’s eyes would have been if not for the hood.
“mppf…” Harley pines.
“Oh Harley, you don’t get a say in this. You’re all mine, remember?”
“mmph mnphphrmphph (yes mistress).” Harley gives a disappointed nod, accepting the will of her mistress. Ivy once again pats her head. “Good girl. Now stand up for me.” Ivy brings Harley to the edge of the bed and then lovingly guides her to her feet. Ivy grips the straps binding Harley and uses them to steer her to where she needs to be, taking great care to ensure Harley doesn’t even come close to hitting anything. then she stops Harley in place and then bends her over a bench. Ivy struts up to her blind wife and allows her hands to explore Harley chest to the sound of latex gliding over latex. Harley squirms against the straps holding her, moaning into the gag silencing her. Ivy kisses Harley’s neck as she unzips Harley’s crotch to free it. A vine then brings ivy a metal up with a bulbous ball at the end. she presses the cold metal against Harley’s exposed skin to make her up. “Mpfg…” Harley Wiggles her rear in anticipation.
“Don’t forget to breathe.” Ivy smiles, one hand pressing down on Harley’s back to hold her in place while the other grips the hook. Ivy carefully eases and works the hook into Harley’s rear causing her to squirm in place and moan incoherently. The ball at the end of the hook filled her ass and the hook connected to it ensured it felt like none of the many butt plugs Harley had tried during her various bedroom adventures with Ivy. The hook had actually come up between then a few weeks ago. Harley had seen a video online where you could use the hook as a handle while using a strap on to really ravage your partner. Cue weeks and weeks of nagging Ivy but only under the condition that this first time just to be about testing the hook. Harley had been disappointed, but it was still win ultimately. Ivy takes hold of the ring at the top of the hook and gently pulls. “mpfpf mpfpf mfppd fmdp…” Harley groans and moans as the hook moves around inside her. Of all the many thing she’d had up her bum since meeting Ivy, this was quickly becoming one of her favorites. She adored the way it held still as her body moved around it. Ivy tugs upwards, forcing Harley to stand up. Amused my her sub’s yelps, Ivy gives the hook a few gentle upward tugs which causes Harley to keep going up to her tiptoes. “Mpfd mpfpd mfpd…” The bound jester moans, loving every second. While she would prefer it Ivy would go and fetch the strap on, she could still sense just how much fun her mistress was having and that was enough for her… at least for now.
Ivy brings a rope down from the ceiling and begins tying it to the top of the hook. Once tied secured, Ivy approached a winch connected to the other end of the rope. Slowly, teasingly, she begins to turn the crank. Each load rachet of the device making Harley weak at the knees as the hook was slowly raised more and more. It continues to rise and rise, pulling upwards until Harley is just raised slightly off her feet but not enough that she wasn’t still comfortably on the ground. As Harley relishes this feeling, she compares it in her mind to a wedgie and that thought makes her laugh into her gag a little. Ivy rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what Harley was thinking, but glad to hear her laugh all the same. After all, she’d give just about anything to protect that beautiful laugh of hers.
With the winch secured, Ivy returns to Harley, groping her some more and teasing Harley by gliding her hands down towards Harley’s crotch only to pull away at the last moment. Harley whined each and every time. “Now, now. You know how this works. Your body belongs to me right now. Little subs like you don’t get an opinion. All I want out of you is for you to squirm and moan for you mistress like the good girl I know you are.” A voice softer than any velvet.
“mmph mnphphrmphph.” Harley coos as she begins to struggle in earnest, each tug of her body pressing the hook against her inner walls and lighting a fire within her. Anything to please Mistress Ivy. She moans out her muffled proclamations of lust. Ivy then leans in close, resting her chin on Harley’s shoulder while she uses her hand to tug up on the hook again. “Are you ready for one more game?” whispering like a comforting breeze, filling Harley with such childish joy that you could forget she was talking about all the lewd and kinky things she was about to do to Harley.
Using her ears, Ivy fetches a pair of thick earmuffs and slips them over Harley’s head, robbing the clown of her final remaining sense. Now left in total darkness, with no sound, Harley was dripping. This feeling was incredible. She struggles and squirms, trying to get as much out of this hook as possible. The way it felt inside of her was so hot. She could feel the heat rising between her legs, the feeling was growing. She knew if she just kept struggling then that sweet release would be hers. And so, the former Quinnpin of crime devises a plan to start struggling and bouncing as much as possible, spinning around of the spot, just anything she could think of to get her closer. Undenounced to her, Ivy was watching intently, her own crotch zipper opened up as her hand goes to work. She couldn’t help it; Harley was just too damn cute when she wanted to orgasm. Besides, Ivy needed her fun too. The too continued, Ivy’s fingers hastening to keep up with Harley’s intensifying struggles. “mppfpfpf dmdpfdpdpf mffpfpf!” Harley cries out, clearly on the brink.
“Yes!” Ivy cries out. In a magical moment, as though written in the stars, the two reach orgasm at exactly the same time. Ivy falls backwards, lying down as she lets the bliss claim her. Harley meanwhile, has ceased her struggles as the fruits of her labor run down her legs. “Wow, ain’tcha just the horniest little sub in Gotham…” through the darkness, the voices in Harley’s head pay a visit.
“Why? There something wrong with that?” Harley’s mind responds.
“my, my. Totally shameless. Doctor Quinnzel would say that such uncontrollable urges are a part of insanity.”
“News flash, ol’ Harleen wasn’t quite as smart as she thought she was…” A depressing thought, Harley quickly changes the subject. “Whatever, I’m happy. Mistress Pammie treats me right.”
“That she does.” The voice taunt. “You love it when you’re being dominated, don’tcha?”
“Yup.” Harley nods eagerly, signaling to Ivy that she was talking to the voices again who then quickly leaps up and pulls the ear muffs away. “You did amazing, Harley. Mistress is very impressed.”
“mpfpf…” Harley girls. Ivy can just picture the smile around the gag underneath her hood.
“Come one, I think you’ve more than earned yourself a reward for being such a good girl.”
“mpfpff…” Harley tries to think of a response but cut off when she feels Ivy untie the rope holding the hook. But she does not remove the hook (much to Harley’s delight), instead, Ivy hooks her fingers around the loop and uses the hook to guide Harley back to the bed where their night had begun. Still gripping the hook, Ivy sits down on the beg and then tugs on the hook until Harley falls into her lap. “There…” Ivy pulls her wife close and treats her to a firm spank on her latex clad rear. “Mpfpf!” Harley pants, begging for me. Ivy obliges. Three more firm slaps across Harley’s shapely, latex hugged rear.
A series of brings bring Ivy what she needs: two bullet vibrators, some electrical tape and a vibrator wand. The two bullet vibrators are guided into place over Harley’s nipples. The latex between them may make the vibrators harder to feel, but Ivy would just have to turn them up to make up for it. With those taped into place, Ivy tugs the hook as she lies back in the bed and cradles Harley in her arms. She strokes Harley’s body one final time. She then licks Harley’s, gliding her tongue over the smooth latex. “Now for being such a good girl.” She rolls her tongue, drawing out the moment, just tease Harley that bit more. “These next twenty minutes are just for you.” She leans in closer. “Just one question, how many times do you think you can cum in that time?” Ivy prepares to activate all three vibrators at the same time. “Now, are you read to moan for me, one last time?”
“mpf… MPFPFFF FMFFPFPFFM MFPFPPFF MFPFPD MFPDPF MFPDPF MFPDPDPDFFFF!” Harley doesn’t get chance to process anything as the feeling of three vibrators simultaneously being set to max suddenly consumes her body. Tonight was the best night… at least until their next playtime…
**
“That was awesome, Pammie.” Harley smiles. Harley was free of her bondage and her and Ivy were both free of their latex outfits. In fact, they were both currently completely naked. The two were currently in Harley’s real favourite position: lying, snuggled up in Ivy’s arms as the two were wrapped in a blanket. They’d left the playroom and were currently just sat in the bar area, on one of the large sofa chairs facing a huge TV. Harley nuzzles her head against Ivy’s chest, pulling the blanket tighter as she feels Pammie stroking her hair.
Neither of them really said anything, a first for Harley. Ivy had taken great care when untying her, repeatedly asking if she was okay or if she was feeling any dizziness or sickness. Harley had been shaking for at least ten minutes afterwards as she recovered from the back to back orgasms, Ivy had been amazed Harley could stand at all when she released her. She’d then made Harley her favourite drink and from there had simply pulled her close and was yet to let go, something neither of them had any problem with. For now, Ivy just wanted to let Harley recover from their fun in her own time. After all, proper after care is very important. Nothing meant more to Ivy than Ensuring Harley was happy, and part of that was making sure she was properly looked after, the one human who’d found her way into Ivy’s heart. Amidst all the plans and all the flaws in this polluted world, Harley was like her radiant sun that brought out the best in her. Ivy smiles warmly as she ponders just how blessed she is to have a wife like Harley.
**
More time passes, the two are now back in some casual wear and preparing to head out for a meeting with Batgirl (see Barbara’s barred bind). “So, Pammie. Whaddya say? wanna help me run the club?”
“Harley, you know how I am with people. I can help you set up, but I’m not dealing with people on a daily basis.”
“Aww, but you’d look so good in a uniform.” Harley gives her trademark puppy dog eyes.
“And that is a sight for only one person in this life, and that’s the sexy little thing in front of me.”
“Ah Shucks… yer makin’ me blush…” the two embrace and share a loving kiss that would kill most people, but for Harley, it was nothing at this point. The two lock eyes. “We can talk about this more later. For now though, I believe we’ll be meeting our guest soon.”
“Hey, maybe we should try and get the Batgirls to be our first clients!” Harley’s face lights up as the thought runs through her head. Ivy chuckles softly. “Heh, that certainly would be something.” Ivy tenderly takes Harley’s hand into her own. “Now, we really should get going, you know how bad traffic can get in Gotham. I’d rather not get stuck looking at those vile pollution machines.”
“Aw, yer so hot when ya talk about protectin’ nature.” Ivy responds only with a smile. Harley sighs, sad in the knowledge that the moment had to end. Still, she knew that once they met up with ol’ Bratgirl that they’d get to have even more fun. Filled with renewed excitement for the rest of their night, Harley thinks about how incredibly lucky she is to have a wife like Ivy. “I love you, Pammie.”
“I love you too, Harley.”
Fin…