Fuck My Butt!

She said it too loud, too keenly. Now that she had finally let go and embraced what was happening, Lois Lane needed it to happen. Her ass was prepped, and she was more ready to get fucked in the butt than she had ever been in her entire life. The reporter wiggled it, ready and waiting for Angelica to grind that hard cock into her asshol—

SLAP!

Lois nearly bit her lip in surprise as the hand came down right on her tush, the fingers falling across her freshly cleaned asshole.

"You will ask properly," Blaze said, voice stern but sultry. "And you will call me mistress."

The reporter blinked and licked her lips. Her butt was still stinging but...okay, if she was how she wanted to play it. A little kinky roleplay never hurt.

"Please fuck my butt...mistress?" Lois asked.

SLAP!

Lois yelped uncontrollably.

"I don't fuck butts," Blaze placed one finger on the exposed hole, gently wiggling it back and forth, not penetrating it. "I make love to the asses of my good little girls. Are you my good little girl?"

"Y-yes mistress." The reporter could feel her heart hammer in her chest, eagerness warring with the need to get this just right.

"And what do you want me to do?"

The latex-bound reporter took a deep breath.

"Please make love my ass, mistress."

The finger disappeared...and reappeared a moment later with a dollop of lube, running gently around the pink rim of the reporter's sphincter.

"Well, since you ask so nicely," Blaze pressed a little harder, rubbing the lube in. "But I should warn you, this will be neither quick nor gentle. You should pick a safeword—something you can say, and I'll stop, no matter how intense it gets."

Lois paused. What should her safeword be?