Powerless

"Is that what I think it is?" Nadia asked, excitedly, looking at the simple, unassuming, plastic-looking, black choker in his hand.

James smiled. He'd been working on it for so long, at his desk, outside of hours and in secret. Such an artefact would have grave consequences for the world if others knew it was even possible, let alone had one.

Nadia looked up at him in excitement. Her entire life and career was defined by her formidable magic, and as grateful for that as she was, it was oppressive. She could feel spells cast from even miles away, and other mages could feel her presence from adjacent buildings. She longed for a moment of peace.

He stretched the collar out for Nadia. She lifted her long black hair and put her head through. She stood straight and waited for him.

As he activated it, it tightened around her neck slightly and a beautiful silence surrounded her. For the first time, she was cut off from the lay lines that she drew from. She brought her hands to her neck in surprise, noting that she couldn't even get a fingernail under it. The way it squeezed softly sent a tinge of arousal through her body. It took a few seconds for the relaxation to wash across her body. For the first time in years, one of the most powerful magic wielders in the land felt true peace.

She lifted her hand to conjure a flame, and nothing happened. The sensation of nothingness sent chills up her back and excitement to her heart. A small tear gathered at the corner of her eye. She hugged him tightly.

"It would be no fun if you could remove it yourself..." He explained the enchantment: the choker suppresses the magical ability of the wearer, making them effectively mortal and powerless. The consequences of which being:

1. Once activated, it must be deactivated by the person who activated it
2. The wearer will temporarily not be a conduit for magic, and cannot use magical items
3. The wearer will be undetectable as a mage, apart from by sophisticated and targeted wards
4. Any spell or curse placed on the wearer cannot be removed by the wearer, even once the item is removed

"This is so risky, James..."

He smiled.

James put a firm hand on her side. "We can finally do the thing you like."

She looked up at him and bit her lip, thoughtfully. They had stopped experimenting with magical BDSM since one of her defensive wards triggered, blasting James through the wall with a fireball, badly injuring him and and, worse, ruining the mood. How she'd longed to know what it would be like to be powerless for once...

"Finally, impunity..." He waved his hand in the air, turning her on the spot. She lost her bearings for a moment, but steadied herself by putting her palms on his chest, looking up at him and taking a small step backwards.

Nadia didn't answer, but she didn't have to. Her eyes answered for her. They told him everything he needed. He continued to cast magic, now invisible to her.

Nadia felt a tug at her wrists, softly at first. She tried to resist, but couldn't prevent her hands from being lifted tightly over her head. She watched, helplessly, smiling, as he stepped towards her admired her body. She enjoyed the objectification, and loved the way he looked at her.

Moving one hand behind her head, he kissed her lovingly. Her instinct was to put her hands behind him in embrace, but it was stymied by whatever was holding her hands above her. Instead of fighting, for now at least, she chose to enjoy the predicament and see where he took her.

She tried reflexively to cover her body as he went to lift her gym top and sports bra from her body, leaving her topless. She was not prudish, but she was shy. He ran his hands over her nude top half, enjoying every inch of newly unrestricted access. He enjoyed her subtle moan as he squeezed her breast with one hand, the other behind her.

He gestured again, spinning her back to face herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He took his top off too and pressed his warm body behind hers, with his arms around her. He watched her face in the reflection as one of his hands snaked down from her chest, along her body, into her pants.

To no surprise to either of them, James' hand was met with hot, expectant wetness. He listened, with joy and arousal, for every sound she made as he explored her and massaged her. All she could do to encourage him was move her hips in time with his hand, and grind her ass against him, feeling his hardness push back. Neither of them broke either the silence, nor the reflected eye contact for the several minutes this continued.

When it was clear that both of them were ready for more, he withdrew his hand from her to remove his belt and pants. She was disappointed at first, before it was clear what his hands were needed for, and could only watch through the mirror as he removed everything but his underwear behind her.

He pointed at her wrists and gestured at them, directing them to be pulled toward the bed a few meters behind her. She stumbled backwards at first, not used to being dragged around by whatever was moving her wrists, but managed to twist round and walk toward the bed behind her wrists. He gestured at the lights, dimming them to barely more than was needed to see.

She expected to stop walking before she hit the bed, but her wrists continued to tug until she lost balance, forcing her onto her knees on the bed. At this point, she felt him climb on behind her. He put his hands on her waistband and, with no effort at all, removed her pants and underwear from her, leaving her completely naked and facing down.

She fought to keep her knees together, but another magical pried her thighs apart. Her ankles and wrists followed suit until she gave up, exhausted, spread wide, facing down on the bed.

She got as far as the "F" in 'fuck me' before her mouth was filled with fabric, rendering her mute and immobile. She lay her head on her side and waited for his next move.

She saw his shadow as he climbed over her, between her legs. She heard the familiar sound of his briefs' elastic waistband snap as he removed his underwear. With a hand on each of her shoulders, he pushed into her. Her involuntary moan made it past her gag.

They both savored the sensation as he started slowly. She moved her hips in time with him, but didn't have much say as to the choreography beyond passionate moans.

She trusted him implicitly and knew she was safe. For once there was no magic tugging at her attention. Just bliss.

He fucked harder and faster, and her gag had to fight her moans more and more. She felt ecstasy from everywhere their skin touched as he used his magic to push orgasm after orgasm into her body. It felt forever until he finished. James collapsed onto her bound body to cuddle her with warmth.

Still wearing the choker, Nadia fell into the deepest, most restful sleep in her adult life.

As the following weeks went by, they began to get more and more adventurous.