A Switch of a Wife

In that moment, as the parasite fused permanently with Lois Lane's brain, all that was of the reporter's personality had been erased...and from the ashes, the dark thing began to rebuild her, memory by memory, according to a new plan.

Isolated incidents took on new significance. Every memory of BDSM grew in importance, and spilled over to color the rest of her life. Power and position dominated every relationship that Lois Lane had ever had...and the two poles of her existence now were wound around the switch from one to another.

She remembered losing her virginity, shortly after her eighteenth birthday...and now instead of a mutual agreement it was she who took the lead, who pressed him down and lowered herself on his cock until the blood ran from her teenaged pussy...the thrill and excitement of that memory made her heart beat faster, and the naked reporter moaned in her chair.

A woman had to be strong, even domineering, to compete in the male-dominated world of journalism...and Lois Lane had busted many balls as she broke her way through the glass ceiling to rise to the top of her profession, taking no shit from anyone. Even in her sexual relationships she had been **** to take the lead, to turn down the rude overtures of coworkers, contacts, and editors. Her father's commanding tone had crept into her voice, and strong men had abased themselves at her feet. It had been so exciting...

...yet there was something else, some inner fragility in her nature. Soft and womanly, meek and yearning for the strap, the collar, the leash. It was a side of herself that Lois had seldom revealed to anyone. Her secret fetish. The desire, the need to dominate balanced by the need to be dominated. To have some big strong man push her down and make her bite the pillow as that took her roughly, treating her like the worthless cumdump she really was, deep inside.

New memories bled into her grey matter like dark poisons, oozing from the demonic flesh of the parasite. Her new spouse...she had met them in the Daily Planet. So strong and powerful, there had been a chemistry between them immediately. They had clicked, and the courtship was swift. Especially that first night in bed...

They had let her take the lead. Smiled up at Lois as she slid so naturally into the role of dominatrix. That first night, their obvious enjoyment had pushed Lois beyond her comfort zones...her nails were red with blood before they had both climaxed, her lover's back and chest a mess of thin gashes...and then...and then...

There had been the sudden moment of confusion as the tables had turned. The sheets that bound her hands behind her back. The moment of penetration. Just their fingers, pushing inside, squirming, fucking her against her will...and Lois Lane had melted immediately into her submissive persona, the side she never showed to anyone else. That was when they asked Lois to marry them. Because they wanted, needed, someone that could be both their dominatrix and their little submissive whore.

Blaze smiled. The tears had dried, and now the naked reporter moaned, thighs quivering, pussy drooling into the chair as her personality was rebuilt in accordance with the client's wishes.