End: Lois Lane Resigns From The Daily Planet

The cuffs were removed. Lois Lane lay face down, her lower back aching, her asshole hurting, laying in a pool of cooling piss...and her mistress put her smartphone in the reporter's hand.

"Send an email to Perry White at da Dailly Planet," the old woman said. "Tell him you resign, effective immediately."

Lois Lane's heart seemed to stop. Up until now, it had all been fun and games. But to quit her job...

Do it, the little voice inside of her head said....and the reporter swore she felt something slither inside of her skull.

"Ya mine now. Ya be my bitch, ya do as I say." Fingernails like claws touched the reporter's bare back. A threat. A promise.

The reporter struggled. Tired. Confused. That voice in her head continued to whisper.

You dreamed of this. To let go of all control. Give yourself up to pleasure. Let her make the decisions. You've already gone this far. Who cares about your old life? It isn't important. You're just a cunt, a piece of meat. Nothin matters but how proud she is of you. Nothing matters but how she can stretch your holes. You want to be degraded. Who needs deadlines, bills, decisions? Do it. Empty your head. Be free.

"I..." Lois said...but something seemed to get into her hands. She watched, as in horror, as her fingers tip-tapped at the smartphone. Opening up the email app. Finding Perry White's address. Typing out the message...

Chief,
I never imagined I'd send this email, but an opportunity has come my way, and I can't pass it up. Thank you for all the work we've done together over the years. You were the best boss I ever had. I hereby resign from the Daily Planet, effective immediately.
Lois Lane

Her finger hovered over the "Send" button. Lois Lane's whole body was tense, cold perspiration beaded her naked form. Her eyes read over the lines over and over again, the voice in her head reading along with her. Yet a part of her knew this was wrong, that this wasn't...

The old woman's lube-slicked finger slid into her ass, and Lois Lane's whole body convulsed. Her thumb hit the send button. Before the former reporter could do anything else, her mistress took the smartphone away, and tossed it into a far corner.

"Now," the old woman said. "I wanna finger your ass until you learn to cum..."

Lois Lane would have screamed, then...but a wave of resignation crashed over her indomitable spirit.

What have I done? She wondered...and the voice inside her head laughed, and laughed...for Lois Lane never knew that this night out would be her last night as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.