Epilogue: More Fun

Lois Lane wasn't sure how long to wait before calling Angelica Blaze again. They'd had sex, sort of. If it was a guy, she'd be expecting them to call, but it was a woman and Lois had never been with a woman before, so...

She waited until lunchtime the next day. Noon. On the dot. Dialed the number, thinking maybe Angelica wouldn't pick up, that it was a one-time deal, or she would call back.

Click. Sounds of breathing.

"Lois?" The reporter's voice skipped a beat, hearing her own name.

"Yes," she said. "Hi, Angelica, I just wanted to...I mean I thought I'd call and..."

"You want more fun," Lois could almost hear the woman smile.

"Yes," Lois admitted. "I do."

"Tomorrow night. Seven P.M. My place. Don't wear any panties. We'll have dinner first."

"It's a date," Lois said, and then slapped her palm against her forehead.

"Mwah," Angelica Blaze kissed the air. "See you then."

Thirty-one hours. Lois Lane could hardly focus on her work. She scheduled a haircut, mentally mixed-and-matched outfits, tried to plan her approach. It was a date. She had a date with a woman. A dominatrix.

Don't wear any panties, the words ran through her head as she tried to sleep. The reporter didn't touch herself tonight, but she wondered what was going to happen. If there was some lesbian code-word she'd missed. Took off work early so that she could shower, trim her public hair, shave her pits. Dab a bit of perfume here and there. A quick enema. Two-inch heels on the black pumps, frilly black skirt that came to just above the knee. A grey blouse that fell a bit low, a wonderbra. Red lipstick, just a bit of concealer and rouge. Tried not to overpluck the eyebrows.

She took a cab, her little black purse resting on her knees, just so that the driver wouldn't see that she was going commando.

I should have eaten lunch, Lois thought as her stomach rumbled, I don't want to pig out. We're having sex after dinner, right? She had basically said we were having sex. I mean, no panties, that means sex, right? Or maybe she just has a fetish for...

The door opened before Lois could knock. Blaze was squeezed into a black tube that looked like it couldn't decide if it should cover her pussy or her nipples, and threatened to reveal one or the other at each breath. Black lipstick, bit of mascara. That Mona Lisa smile.

"Enter freely," she said, "and of your own will."

"Come freely, go safely, and leave some of the joy you bring," Lois quoted back at her as she stepped across the threshold.

Blaze's apartment was part of an old factory that had been divided up and converted. Old red brick walls, Victorian-era ironwork on the windows, great support pillars; but the wooden flooring was new, and the space was open and airy: one quarter dominated by a kitchen, another by a dining room table, the walls lined with bookshelves, which continued onto the third quarter with its bed and a door that Lois took to lead to the bathroom, and the rest...

Her eyes widened. It wasn't exercise equipment, but it was similar to that. Stark metal benches and frames, trailing ropes and chains, leather pillows...handcuffs, whips, and stranger things.

Angelica closed the door.

"Dinner first," she said. "You'll need your strength."

Roast chicken. Small potatoes, baked with herbs and garlic. Asparagus spears and, somewhat surprisingly, fried okra. Red wine, so dark it was almost black, and with a surprisingly kick: some kind of fortified wine, as near as Lois could judge, though she didn't recognize the label on the bottle.

They ate mostly in silence, Lois stealing glances at the equipment in the ready-made dungeon. The food was good, and she said so, but Blaze took the compliment with a quiet smile. She ate with as much appetite as Lois did, using a bit of spongy, home-made bread to mop up a dab of sauce from the plate.

"You have questions," Angelica said.

"Last time," Lois paused, gathered her courage, and just said it. "I didn't...do anything for you."

"Oh, but you did," the dominatrix smiled. "You called me mistress. You came for me. I'd like you to do that again."

Lois fidgeted. She found it hard to meet those dark eyes, for some reason. "Is that...all you want? I mean I don't want to be...inconsiderate. This is my first relationship with another woman and I..."

Blaze pushed herself up from the seat and leaned across the table.

"Your consideration does you credit, Lois. You're not being a bad lesbian. But please understand...I so rarely get someone to submit themselves to me. Most get cold feet. It takes courage...and desire..."

Lois was staring down the top of the tube. Angelica's breasts weren't much bigger than her own, but in that dress there was no room for imagination, and the nipples were already tenting the sheer material of the dress.

"Did you do what I told you?" Angelica said as her hand stretched out to touch Lois Lane's jaw, her thumb hovering over the reporter's painted lips.

"Yes, mistress."

"Show me."

The reporter paused. She could feel her heart racing. Something in the tone of the voice, the way that Angelica was exuding confidence...it was driving her wild. The reporter scooted back in her chair and stood up. Left her purse on the seat. Lifted her skirt, to show her bare pussy.

"Very good," Blaze said. "Any questions, before we begin?"

"Same safeword, mistress?" Lois said, batting her eyes.

"Yes, sweetmeat. Whenever you need it. Now come over here."

Lois walked around the table. Blaze led her to a padded bench there, but she didn't tell Lois to sit or lad down on it. Not yet. Instead, the woman pulled at the bottom of the reporter's blouse, where it was tucked into her skirt. Began undoing the buttons.

"Women," Angelica said. "Must be stripped. It disempowers them. Women that remove their own clothes can turn it into an empowering act. Try to seduce their captors, take charge of their femininity."

She pulled the blouse back, down and off the reporter's arms, and tossed it casually aside. Her hands reached around to the back and unclasped the wonderbra. Lois blushed, swallowed, knowing that Angelica had seen her naked before but still somehow nervous as the bra came off...and then Blaze was unzipping the reporter's skirt, drawing it down the reporter's hips.

The tube had slipped down, so that the dominatrix's stiff pink nipples were just poking above the top. Lois wondered what they tasted like. Although it wasn't cold in Blaze's apartment, the reporter could feel the gooseskin rise on her body.

Angelica produced a ribbon of black cloth. She placed it over Lois Lane's eyes. Wrapped it twice around her head.

"Removing one sense, makes the others all the more intense. Can you see?"

"No," Lois said, honestly. She could feel the tension increase as Blaze tied the knot.

"Too tight?"

"No, mistress."

"Good. I don't want to introduce you to pain. Not yet. Tonight is an exercise in trust."

The dominatrix took the reporter's arm and guided her over to the bench. Responding carefully to the woman's movements, Lois laid down. Her arms and legs hung off of it. A mechanical crank raised it up, and Lois could feel Blaze tie her down, with similar silky sashes. The reporter's cunny felt very exposed.

"I could do anything to you right now," Blaze said. Her voice came from right in front of Lois. "No one knows you're here, do they? You came to the house of a strange woman you don't even know, and stripped down at her command, let yourself be tied hand and foot. I could fuck you with a baseball bat, or lead a horse in here on a leash. Make a few movies. Shoot heroin into your ass. Let the men in the neighborhood take turns with you, five dollars a ticket, to see which one knocks you up. Ah, but I won't do those things. Your pussy is mine."

Lips pressed against hers, unexpectedly. Lois twisted her neck for a better position. Their tongues met, slowly, hesitantly. Exploring, tasting. Maybe it was the wine that gave Lois that pleasant buzz in her head, or maybe it was something else...something she'd never had before with anyone else.

Blaze pulled away.

"You liked our last game. This one will be like that. Not a syringe this time. I'm going to stick my cock inside of you and fuck you until you cum...and then I'm going to spray all of that hot jizz inside of you. Paint your insides white."

Lois swallowed, wondering if this was more dirty talk like last time. Her heart raced as she heard Blaze step away and around. Twisted her head, but unable to see. Then she felt hands on her ass, squeezing the pale cheeks, pushing the pussy lips open...hot breath blew on her cunny...and then something warm dove straight into her canal.

Lois huffed. It was only Angelica's tongue.

Only, Lois grinned. Except from this position, the dominatrix could stick her tongue in deeper...and did. Pushing her face against the reporter's pussy, cheeks-to-cheeks with the bound woman, the tongue sliding in and out, in and out...it was different than last time. Lois Lane's body tensed, wiggled. She still wasn't used to it, someone touching her like that down there...especially another woman...but as the tireless tongue slithered and slathered around and around, in and out, Lois thought she could definitely get used to it.

She was panting by the time Angelica moved her tongue out, running the wet little muscle up her perineum and over her asshole, making Lois shiver.

"I'm going to put my cock into you now. Do you want my baby, slut?"

"Yes, mistress," Lois said, playing along with her bizarre little impregnation fantasy. "Fuck my slutty little pussy. I want to feel you cam rght up against my womb. Put a bun in my oven!"

Lois almost laughed, riffing on the porn-y dialogue...and it died in her throat as she felt something warm and hard press up against her cunt, then slide in easily, lubricated by Angelica's saliva.

It felt an awful lot like a cock.

Granted, Lois hadn't felt a real dick inside of her in a long time. And it was definitely Blaze's hips that were smacking softly into her ass—Lois could feel the bottom of the tube dress, pulled up just enough...or maybe that was some kind of strap-on harness? It was so hard to tell...and here she was, bound against this platform, and the dominatrix was fucking her, really fucking her, the cock or strap-on pushing deep inside of her with every thrust. Angelica was gripping the reporter's hips for leverage, pushing in deep, long strokes that were coming a little faster every time, and the reporter could feel her clit grinding on the edge of the padded bench...

Maybe I should use the safeword. I mean, she can't have a cock, but if it is...if this isn't a fantasy...I could just say I have to go to the bathroom or something, Lois Lane's mind raced through the possibilities. Her predicament was adding that frisson of danger to what was already feeling like the most exciting sex in her life, and Blaze was huffing and panting with excitement, her hands clammy on the naked reporter's flesh. Lois struggled between what felt so good and the real danger if that was a cock and if it did cum inside of her.

She was right, Lois thought. When she called this an exercise in trust. She wants me to trust her, to just give myself to her care...

"I'm going to cum soon," Angelica said, her voice tense. "It's going to be a huge load. But I want you to cum first for me. Can you do that slut? Can you cum on my hard cock?"

Without waiting for an answer, Blaze began to piston faster and hard, stabbing the cock or whatever it is into the reporter's tight twat like a piledriver, and Lois Lane's panting became a mewl...a long, whine of frustrated, aching need being met. It was hard to think of anything right then...and in that moment, Lois let go. Unable to escape, now she no longer wanted to. No longer wanted anything except to be right when and where she was.

Her whole body tensed and her mewling whine became a scream. Her pussy spasmed, splashing Angelica's legs as she squirted hard. An electric shock seemed to radiate out from her cunt, every muscle convulsing in a slow wave, and when it reached her head despite the blindfold Lois saw silver sparks flash in front of her eyes...and then Blaze pushed in deep and held it there for a long minute as they both cooled down.

Blaze slowly pulled out. It certainly still felt hard, for a dick that had just cum.

"I pumped my load into your fertile cunt, slut," Angelica said. Lois heard a clatter of objects being moved. "You came here empty, but you're going to leave here full."

Angelica undid the bindings on the reporter's legs and moved them together. She guided Lois's leggs into what felt like a pair of latex panties...moved them up her legs. Something pressed against the reporter's fresh-fucked twat. Something that slid in easily, as Angelica eased the panties over the reporter's hips, which they hugged snuggly. Inside, Lois couldn't feel whatever it was that Blaze said she'd pumped into her...but then, maybe she wouldn't. Most women didn't feel it when men came inside them.

There was another clatter. Angelica undid the bindings of Lois Lane's arms, and then unwound the blindfold. Lois squinted against the brightness of the light. Blaze was smiling, the tube dress pulled down so that her breasts were fully exposed, her pussy totally hidden. She pressed her hands against Lois Lane's jaw and leaned forward for another kiss...and Lois returned it, lost in that post-orgasmic haze, the niggling worry pushed to the back of her mind.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I did, Mistress," Lois said.

She peeled herself off of the padded bench—now slick with her sweat—and now she could feel the plug in the panties inside her pussy, moving when she moved. A glance at the back of the bench showed on the floor a strap-on harness, with a little rubber tube and a hand bulb emerging from the base. Obviously, an expensive toy for lesbians to simulate ejaculation. Probably using some cum substitute made out of corn starch and water.

Absently, Lois looked at her watch—and almost cursed. It was near midnight, and she had work tomorrow.

"You have to go," Angelica said. "Do me a favor? Wear these home. Consider it a gift. Perhaps in a few days, if you want..."

Lois leaned forward, this time of her own volition, and gave Angelica Blaze another kiss.

"I will," she promised.

She was toweled off, dressed and out of the apartment in fifteen minutes. A short cab ride home, feeling herself squish inside the panties, and something was bugging her, as her heart rate slowed and her rational mind worked over the events of their second encounter. Back in the safety of her own apartment, Lois peeled out of the latex panties, grunting as the small silicone cock-plug emerged...and a grey ooze drooled out of her pussy.

That was when it struck her: the strap-on on the floor had been dry...as though it had never been used.