Jenny Dunlap—Lex Luthor's Dominatrix

The executive offices of LexCorp were like an art installation. It occupied two full floors, and visitors arrived at the bottom, staring up through glass floor at a pyramid of milky quartz. Mirrors along the wall caught and reflected the light from the great windows that gave the best view in Metropolis. At the apex of the pyramid, seated as an oblong slab of obsidian like a sacrificial altar to some alien god of the future, Lex Luthor held court. The technology in that desk was bleeding edge, and he spent his day flicking fingers at holographic screens, influencing the fates of nations...

Lois Lane and Blaze appeared behind his shoulder. They did not even cast a shadow. A black pop-up window appeared in the air before him, edged with pink.

"Mistress," Lex Luthor said, and a voice to text program copied his response into the chatbox.

"Are you wearing it?" The text tapped across the screen.

"Yes, Mistress. I've had it on all day."

For the first time, Lois Lane noticed the slight sheen of sweat on that great bald head. The way his voice exhibited just the tiniest of tremors...something she had never heard before. Eagerness? Anticipation? Need, maybe. Naked, utter need.

"Do you want to take it off?"

"Yes, Mistress! Please."

"Are you willing to do what it takes?"

He paused, as if collecting himself. It was strange to see Lex Luthor, who could so cooling stare down Superman, agitated.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then disrobe, and assume the position."

He pushed back from the desk and stood up. One of the most powerful men in Metropolis turned his back on the computers that connected him to his industrial and technological empire. To stare out the window at night-shrouded Metropolis, alive with rivers of light from the streets far below.

Lex Luthor began to disrobe.

Smooth, clean muscles, cleanly waxed and hairless. He could afford the best trainers, dieticians, and life coaches to manage his weight and keep him in what Lois Lane could only describe as "fighting trim." The build was like that of a boxer in his prime, muscles rippling under the skin, well-defined abs, but not the absolutely well-defined frame of a bodybuilder. His black silk boxers, probably handmade in Japan at more than the cost of the average Metropolis mortgage, came off last.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Lois Lane swore.

One of the most powerful men in Metropolis had a pink plastic cage around his cock and balls. Although Lois couldn't see it, she saw the little nozzle at the tip, and knew that there must be a tube there extending down into his urethra. The pink prick cage bit into the swollen, purple flesh, especially the heavy ring that secured it to his body...and which was locked by some sort of heavy black padlock with what looked like a thumbprint scanner.

Lex Luthor got on his hands and knees, his trapped genitals dangling below him...and waited.

"Fast forwarding," Blaze whispered...and the air seemed to buzz for a moment. Lex Luthor seemed to hover in place for a second as the lights outside shifted. It could have been ten minutes or an hour, but then time slowed once again...and Lex Luthor was no longer alone.

She moved with the natural grace of a dancer. High heels clicked on the glass floor. Impossible breasts jutted forward, implants that screamed at an idea of human perfection somehow at odds with human evolution, and supported by a bodice that narrowed to a waist so impossible small Lois imagined ribs had been removed.

Jenny Dunlap wore a mask. Her lips had been overfilled to the point of cartoonishness. She carried a long stick in her hand, covered with leather.

"Spread your cheeks."

He obeyed. Balancing himself on his knees, Lex Luthor reached back and parted his buttocks. Lois twisted her neck and saw the green glint of a glowing stone nestled between the muscular, hairless buttocks. She tapped it lightly with her stick, and Lex Luthor shuddered. A single white drop oozed from the nozzle in his cock, onto the floor.

"Superman didn't come today, did he?"

"No, Mistress."

"Your ass was safe today because of me, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you mistress."

"Tomorrow, I want you to wear a bigger one. You have to be ready, after all."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you mistress."

"For tonight though..." Jenny Dunlap's lips curled. "We're going to pretend."

Lex Luthor, one of the most powerful men in Metropolis, trembled as he looked out at the city...unmoving as his dominatrix walked behind him, and for the first time Lois saw the strap-on she was wearing.

It had spikes on it.

"Right, that's enough," she told Blaze. "Show me the last one, show me..."