A Wet Dream Made Real

Lois Lane lay on a massage table, naked, eyes closed but moving beneath her lids. Her chest rose and fell with deep, regular breaths. The dark words etched into her body stood out starkly on the pale skin, drops of dried blood flecked the piercings, and there were dark bruises around the enhanced breasts and ass...

"All of that will be cleaned up and healed before she leaves," Blaze said. "Sort of like a spa day. But we'd like to make sure no additional changes are required before we put the finishing touches on her mind and memory."

Cat Grant swallowed, throat suddenly dry. She remembered all the long nights after she'd put her son to bed, touching herself beneath the covers, trying not to moan as she thought about the one time she had caught Lois undressed in the locker room...but the figure on the table before her now was so much more than that. Still Lois Lane, but an infinitely sluttier version.

Dark dreams filled Cat's mind as she imagined the wedding...sending her son off to stay with his grandparents during the honeymoon. The collar, the whips...and then the moment when she took control, when she tugged on those nipple-rings until Lois cried out in pain, until she begged for Cat to pound her pierced pussy with her strap-on...back and forth, from one role to the next, sometimes being the cool, collected, confident bitch that Cat saw at the office, and sometimes being her little slut, loving to be put in her place.

She licked her lips. Lois looked absolutely perfect...but Cat knew what she was giving up for this.

"Her personality...it's just as we requested, right? No more simping for Superman? Attracted to women? Able to be a dominatrix and my little bitch?"

"We've cauterized all of her old emotional attachments. Rebuilt her from scratch. A few close friends and family will notice a distance, a coldness, but she is for all intents and purposes a new person, with all the memories of the old Lois...not geared toward your specifications. Bisexual. BDSM interest. A switch. We've inserted new memories to reflect your relationship, the changes to her body...and of course, we have physical evidence to support that. Marriage license, engagement ring and wedding band, various tattoo and piercing receipts, a closet full of bondage gear...tickets to Niagara Falls."

Blaze stared at Lois Lane with the pride of a craftsman at a job well done.

Or almost well done.

"Will she...love me?" Cat Grant asked.