Moonstone Submits, Sub to Sue Storm's Domme

"So," Dr. Stone said with a smile. "What do you want to do for this week's session?"

The Invisible Woman was wearing a trenchcoat, which was very unusual for her. And she had brought a small shopping bag. The blonde heroine was practically vibrating with excitement. Dr. Stone sipped her tea. She could feel her own heart beat faster, wondering what the Invisible Woman would do to her.

I agreed to be her sub, Moonstone reminded herself. I need to play the part. Draw her deeper into it the scene.

"For starters, I thought we should have a safeword. So I don't go...too far," Sue said, with a smile.

"Alright," Dr. Stone agreed.

"Moonstone," Sue Storm said.

Karla stiffened. She nearly spilled her tea.

"Why...that specific word?" Dr. Stone asked.

"I, uh. I was doing research over the weekend and found this comic called Sunstone. It gave me...a lot of ideas. In the comic, 'sunstone' is their safeword, so I thought 'moonstone'..."

"Right, of course," Dr. Stone said, relieved it was just a silly coincidence. "Moonstone it is. And what else?"

"I'd like you to wear this?" Sue said, and handed the bag to Karla. The psychiatrist set down her tea and took the bag. She opened it.

Pink latex panties with a zipper over the crotch. A pink half-mask that covered the eyes. And...a pink latex collar.

"Bimbo," Karla read the big, shiny metal letters. Her lips curled up in a smile. "Well. Of course I'll wear it. If you order me to. Mistress."

The word was a tease and a challenge. A strange light came in Sue Storm's eye. She sat up straighter, shoulders back, and said, with more imperious tone.

"Put it on. Slut."

Karla rose. She expected to do a little striptease. But then something came over the Invisible Woman. Her features hardened. A strange, distant look came into her blue eyes.

"On second thought. I'll do it myself."

Invisible hands grabbed Dr. Stone and lifted her into the air. For a moment, the safeword was on her lips. Yet she bit it back. Sue hadn't hurt her yet. There was no sign Sue would hurt her. This was all a game they were playing. It would be bad sport to end it early.

Invisible fingers, neither cold nor hot, but simply there, pulled off Karla's shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. Her clothes slid off her body, and Karla noted how they were carefully folded and stacked on the desk, the kind of habit that a mother picked up. Karla smirked again, even as she hovered naked in the air. The panties slid up her legs, clinging to her flesh. The mask closed over her face, blocking out all light. Instinctively, Moonstone's other senses, including her subtle gravimetric sense, became more acute to compensate. She could feel Sue Storm rise, hear the trenchcoat fall from her body. Karla wondered what Sue was wearing under that trenchcoat.

Then the collar slipped around Karla's neck. Sue Storm was doing it herself. Karla could feel the warm fingers. They seemed to tremble with excitement.

Then with a sudden lurch, Karla felt herself on her hands and feet, ass in the air. Invisible bars held her in the uncomfortable, unnatural position. Exposed. ****.

Sue Storm played with the zipper of the panties.

"Is my little blonde bimbo wet?" she whispered hoarsely. "Does she want to get fucked like the slut she is?

"Yes mistress!" Karla said, to play along. "Your horny little bimbo slut is so wet..."

The zipper went up. Hot, moist air played on Moonstone's exposed cunt. Sue Storm's tongue probed the labia.

"Not yet," she said. "But I can fix that."