End: My Ass Hurts, Mistress

Honesty compelled Lois Lane to admit it. Facedown in the burning sand, her ass felt like it was on fire. There was a sharp, piercing point of pain that might even be a splinter. Lois squeezed her eyes tight, wondering how her mistress would punish her for this refusal...

"Hmm. Perhaps I have been a little too hard on you."

There was no sensation of movement, but Lois was suddenly aware of a difference. Soft, cool sheets beneath her naked body instead of hot sand. There was no sun beating down on her naked back. Yet most tellingly, there was no hard wooden shaft penetrating her ass.

Hesitantly, Lois opened her eyes and raised her head...to find herself kneeling on her own bed. The naked sorceress was standing, holding a small jar in one hand, and looked around her, critically assessing the reporter's clutter...the overflowing laundry bin, the piles of books, the dust on the few pictures hung on the wall. Circe made a tutting noise in the back of her throat...and then turned toward Lois.

"Stay still," Circe said...and Lois did, though she felt no supernatural compulsion in the voice. There was a brief, bright point of pain as the witch pulled out the splinter...and then Lois felt two fingers press against her ass...a cool, thick cream spreading over her inflamed skin. The pain eased as the naked woman ministered to the reporter's wounded hole.

"This is my personal recipe," Circe said. "It promotes healing, and dampens pain. I'll leave you the jar. You will need it."

Lois swallowed, not sure what to say.

"Your ass does need training, pet," Circe said. "Now that I own it, I want it strong. But looking at the state of this place, I feel you need more discipline than even that. So we will take this slow. I will leave a list of chores for you to accomplish every week. If you do your tasks well, you will be rewarded...in that way you know I can do so well...and if you fail, you will be punished."

The fingers pressed inside the reporter's ass now, rubbing around the inner rim, and Lois could not stifle a little moan. Her ass didn't hurt anymore. Yet somehow it was more real, having another woman here in her own apartment, fingering her ass. Lois had never really doubted her senses, but now it was just...undeniable.

This was her life now.

Lois bit her lip, and found herself squeezing her ass around her mistress' fingers, trapping them deep inside.

"Will some of these chores be...sexy?" Lois asked.

A playful slap hit the reporter's left ass-cheek...and suddenly Lois lost all muscle control, collapsing utterly onto the bed. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Yes," Circe said, as she pulled her fingers out of the reporter's ass with a wet schlorp. "But a few standing orders: your cunt and ass are mine. You will not give them to anyone else, without my permission. You will train them so that I may enjoy them as I wish."

Lois couldn't even breathe. She felt a flutter of panic inside her...but she could also feel how wet her pussy was. The utter domination of her mistress, the way she talked down to Lois was just such a turn-on!

The witch slapped the reporter's right ass cheek...and Lois gasped and coughed, expelling bad air and sucking in a fresh lungful. Lois turned around in time to see Circe stretch herself like a great cat, her lithe body beautiful in the dawnlight that streamed through the reporter's balcony window. She favored Lois with a smile.

"Be good, pet. We will meet again soon. And those women you sought will return to their dreary lives, so you can finish your little article. But for now, I must go and attend to business of an occult nature."

A gesture...and the naked woman became a pillar of green flame, which swiftly contracted into a single point...and then was gone. Lois Lane sat up. One hand went to her crotch, where she found the branded letters declaring her pussy property of Circe...a physical reminder that all of this crazy night out had happened...and Lois Lane was left with only that, a jar of butt cream, and the certain knowledge that her mistress would let her will be known soon...

...and Lois Lane squirmed, thinking of what her rewards and punishments might be.