Prepare For Sexytimes

Lois Lane was the best reporter at the Daily Planet...but even she knew that all work and no play took its toll. It had been months since she'd had any sexual escapades that didn't run on batteries, and her investigation so far hadn't turned up much in the way of leads. What it had turned up was a sexy-as-hell dickgirl that wanted to tie Lois up and do unspeakable things to her.

Right now, that sounded damn fine to Lois.

She shucked her clothes, folding them neatly and putting them near the foot of the bed. All except her thong panties, which she kept on.

Something for Mistress to unwrap later, Lois thought with a mental giggle, still tasting the salty slime in her mouth. The reporter still couldn't believe she'd done that. When was the last time I gave a guy a blowjob? I can't even remember!

Let her gaze linger on the various toys and props...best to keep it simple, Velvet-lined handcuffs, with the key within easy reach. A black silk scarf as a blindfold. She could arrange herself on the bed, arms spread, legs crossed, in the dark...waiting...

Lois Lane got to it. The key she stuck behind the bed post with a bandaid, making sure it was within easy reach. She fastened the velvet-clad iron around her wrist, heartbeat quickening as she felt it snap shut...then the blindfold, tied with one hand. Cutting her off from one of her senses, making all the others that much sharper. The other cuff she managed one-handed, palm already sweaty...

And she laid their, topless, almost naked, arms outspread, back against the iron rails, unable to see...or even scratch her nose! Lois rubbed her legs together, momentarily regretting keeping her panties on, feeling the dampness already. This was so exciting!

Before many minutes went by, Lois heard a light tread on the steps...the squeak of hinges and the clack of the latch as the trap door was closed and locked. Bare feet on the floor, barely audible over the sound of her own breathing...

"Mistress?" she asked, letting a little quaver into her voice. For a brief moment she entertained the possibility that it might be someone else, some unknown **** out to take advantage of her...

A weight settled on the bed. Not touching her, yet, but causing the springs to groan.

"I'm here, pet," Angelica's voice, a sudden relief down Lois Lane's spine. "You are so lovely...we don't celebrate Christmas in my family, but I think I know what all those good little boys and girls felt, when they ran downstairs to see the presents wrapped under the tree."

There was a clack, and the cuff around Lois' left wrist was tightened a little, the velvet flush against the skin, but not affecting her circulation.

"Oh, the things I want to do to you..." the shemale purred. "Where shall I start?"