A Nymphomaniac

Karla Sofen had a week to think about the kind of mistress she wanted to be submissive to. The kind of woman and dominatrix that she wanted Sue Storm to be. In that week, the blonde villain did more soul-searching than she had in her entire life. She had spent her entire life manipulating others for her own benefit, her own amusement. Now...now she wanted Sue Storm to be all that she could be.

Powerful. Confident. Dominant.

And utterly insatiable.

Every night, Moonstone rubbed herself to sleep thinking of Sue Storm, until her pussy felt red and raw. She dreamed of a woman whose sexual desires were so strong they could not be satisfied, not completely; a woman for whom sex was a part of her everyday existence, and the language she spoke. Someone who loved her, lusted for her. Demanded as much of Moonstone as she could give—and then more, always more.

"I want to be her stress ball," Karla told the mirror, as she fixed her makeup. "Her sex pet. Her personal fucktoy. I want her to use me. I want to be used. I deserve to be used."

Moonstone felt the soft buzz of her implants at these words, unknowingly reinforcing her own ideas. Embedding them deeper into her personality. As she planned how to make Sue Storm her ultimate nympho dominatrix, she was making herself the perfect receptacle for those desires.

She tightened the laces of her corset. No panties. Thigh high boots. The black blindfold would hide the glow from her eyes.

Moonstone settled herself onto her knees. Breasts pushed up by the corset, but bare. Her hair tied back with a black ribbon. Unable to see, but able to feel the drip that hung from her aching, empty pussy.

It was time. A knock at the door. Stronger than when she had first heard it, all those weeks ago. Confident. Commanding. Karla straightened her spine.

"Come in," she said.

Sue Storm opened the door...and saw her psychiatrist, blindfolded, tits out, bottomless, kneeling in submission on the floor.

Waiting for her.

The implants buzzed in the villain's skull. A gravimetric wave washed over Sue Storm. The image before her seeped into her brain. This was right. This was how it should be.

"Naughty slut," Sue Storm said. "I've missed your tongue all week. I hope you're ready to eat pussy, you beautiful bitch."

"Yes, mistress!" Moonstone said, heart hammering in her chest, pathetically eager as a puppy. As her implants buzzed, reinforcing Sue's dominance and sexual desires, the backwash was making her even more subservient. "Anything for you!"

What Karla Sofen had not taken into account, what she had not thought of, as the Invisible Woman slowly yet excitedly shed her clothes, enjoying Karla's eager display, was that Sue Storm had her own plans, her own desires. She grabbed the back of Moonstone's head and guided those eager lips to her own wet slit—and Sue Storm began to plan what she would do with this beautiful cunt-sucking slut who had fallen into her life and her heart.