Aftercare

Dr. Stone's hands undid the knots as Sue Storm panted and quivered in the aftermath of her own climax.

"It's like unwrapping a present," the doctor said, and Sue smiled. "But you should be aware that the submissive/domme relationship isn't just about getting off. It's...deeper. And requires appropriate aftercare."

There were towels and wet wipes. Aloe gel. Karla talked Sue through taking care of rope burn, slight as it might be. It was almost prosaic, the way that the two naked women cleaned each other, massaged sore muscles. Seated on the edge of the desk, the Invisible Woman gasped as Dr. Stone slid a wet wipe down between her legs, to wipe her clean.

It was an intimate moment. Karla's breast brushed Sue's arm. The Invisible Woman's head turned...and their lips met. Tentatively, at first. Just a peck. Then another. A hint of tongue. Nothing too hard, nothing too passionate, just the first exploration of each other's mouths.

Dr. Stone pulled away first, with a satisfied smile. Leaving Sue wanting more.

"Such a good girl," Dr. Stone said, and a warm flutter went through the Invisible Woman's stomach.

When they were cleaned up, they dressed. Dr. Stone's demeanor was more casual now, but there was still the hint of the psychiatrist, of that professional distance. It was as though when they had their clothes on that they could almost pretend that hadn't happened, and fall back into the relationship of doctor and patient.

Instead of what they really were now.

"I want you to remember," Dr. Stone said, as Sue prepared to leave. "That you can end this at any time. Submission must be voluntary. You have to want it, crave it, allow yourself to give in. Otherwise, it's just...sex."

Sue Storm took a deep breath.

"I think I understand, Karla. And...thank you. You've given me a lot to think about."

They parted with a hug, no kiss. Dr. Stone's eyes dropped to watch the wiggle of the Invisible Woman's ass before the door closed.

It was all going exactly to plan. Dr. Stone hadn't even needed to use her powers at the end. Whatever her little hypnotic nudges had gotten started in Sue Storm's brain, the Invisible Woman was rationalizing and pursuing the idea on her own now.

Doom should be pleased.