Harley's Plaything

Warning! This story will be pretty Femdom heavy so if those themes do not tickle your pickle then this may not be the spank bank material for you. For those who remain, I hope that you 'enjoy' your time here and feel free to like and comment. Thanks!

"That's it! This time we're over, kaput, finished I tells ya!" Harley raised her hands into the air erratically as she huffed up and down her best friend Ivy's living room.

"Whatever you say Harls." Ivy rolled her eyes before going back to reading one of her steamy, lesbian romance novels, having heard this rant from Harley many times before.

"Puddin' does know what get's my pussy gushing like no one else though..." Harley's infuriated expression softened into one of fond remembrance as she recalled all of the depraved things the Joker had done to her and had made her do throughout their time together. There was this one time he let all of his henchmen run a train on her as payment for their services, or another where he had filled her with vibrators and left her tied up on their bed for a week until she almost went insane. Well, more insane... Ivy had said that he had just forgotten about her but Harley knew deep down it was because the Joker had remembered their one year, nine month and four day anniversary.

"How about, instead of eventually going back to that asshole like you usually do, you go and find another guy to fuck silly? There's more than one stick on a tree, even more if you go for the leaves." Ivy smirked and parted her luscious green thighs revealing a large, solitary leaf covering her flowering petals beneath.

"You know I like messing around with you Red," Harley licked her lips, considering the offer for a moment, before shaking her head at her best friend and sometimes lover, "but right now, this gal needs a good sticking."

Harley grabbed her wooden baseball bat and started absent-mindedly wringing her hands around it's handle, wishing she had some real wood to play with.