End: Lois Uses Her Safeword

"Kryptonite!"

Fear had struck deep inside Lois Lane. She couldn't take the chance, even a small one, of getting pregnant. Her heart hammered inside of her chest, her body tensed as she pulled at the ropes, needing suddenly to be free...and in her mind, Lois feared what would happen if Mistress Blaze ignored her, if she simply emptied the turkey baster into the reporter's unprotected cunt...

...but she didn't.

The cold glass left the reporter's wet pussy immediately, and with astonishing swiftness Angelica Blaze pulled at the knots, which had been tied in such a way as to slip loose easily. Within seconds, the reporter was free.

Blaze reached over and took the cold jar from the reporter's stomach.

"I'm sorry," Lois said. Still aroused, Lois was also embarrassed. She'd let fear take hold of her, and ruined a perfectly good BDSM session.

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and offered her that Mona Lisa smile. "The whole point of a roleplaying session is to test your limits, and the whole point of a safeword is to keep things from going too far."

With care, Angelica cleared the trappings from the bed. Lois lay there and rubbed her wrists and ankles...a part of her wanted to rub her pussy, to finish what they had started, but she felt like such a coward...and to do it in front of this other woman now...

"Would you like me to eat you out?" Blaze asked. "I mean, you didn't really get off, right? I bet you're aching to be finished."

The blush spread to Lois Lane's ears. "I...I mean, if you're...offering..."

Angelica placed her hands on Lois's knees. "A gentlewoman never leaves a lady unsatisfied."

The lips, hot and soft, pressed onto the cold spot on Lois Lane's stomach. They kissed a trail down her crotch, above and below the carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair. The upper lip lingered on the reporter's clitoris as the jaw dropped, like Blaze was going to eat the reporter's whole cunny in one bite...and then the tongue came out, and pressed into Lois's tunnel.

It was different this time. Lois put her hands on the back of her mistress's head and ran her fingers through that dark mane. Her heels drummed on the woman's back as Angelica lapped her hot cunt, and they were no more sub and dom, but just two women, locked in that carnal kiss...and Lois did not regret any of the strange events of that night in that moment. Not the visit to the club, or the strange altar, the theft of the bottle, the weird goo in the tub...and especially not meeting Angelica Blaze, who fucked her pussy with her mouth as though she could impregnate the reporter with just her tongue.

She was close. Lois Lane panted, her breath coming in short, quick bursts. A familiar sense of anticipation and excitement filled her belly, her cunt so hot, and Blaze was sucking at her stiff little clit. Unable to control herself, Lois closed her legs on the side of that head, pressed her fingers against that skull, and with buttocks clench she arched her back and...muscles contracted in her pussy, a slow electric wave that ran straight from her clit and outward, racing up her spine, muscles bunching as she gave voice so loud that it set the neighbor's dog to whine and paw at the wall.

Lois sank back as her body slowly relaxed. Angelica smiled at her, chin wet, a sort of air of satisfaction around her like an aura.

"You haven't made me cum yet," the woman noted...but she laid a hand on Lois's thigh and squeezed the knotted muscle. "But you are tired. Not tonight. Tomorrow, though...dinner? Seven o'clock?"

The reporter, still in her post-climax reverie, nodded eagerly.

"Good. Do you want to...play with me some more?"

Slower this time, Lois raised herself up on her elbows...and nodded.

"Then there are some preparations to make," Angelica said. "When you answer the door...no panties. No bra. We will go out like that. You understand?"

Lois swallowed. "Yes, mistress."

Angelica Blaze gave her that knowing smile. "Good."

She leaned forward and kissed Lois Lane goodnight.

It had been a good night too...for all that Lois had not found the missing women, and there were mysteries piled on mysteries...she had sex with another woman. She had a date for tomorrow. Angelica saw herself out, and the reporter lay there, trying to think about what she should wear...now that she knew what she wouldn't be wearing.