Epilogue: Lois Lane's Bitch

BDSM-as-lifestyle is something that most couples can't manage. It involves a lot of work on both sides. Because most of the day isn't about sex, and most couples just exist together, doing the normal things that everyone does. Going to the bathroom, cleaning clothes, making the bed, cleaning dishes, making coffee...

"Where is my coffee?" Lois Lane said, switching automatically to her dom voice.

"S-sorry, mistress," Blaze said. The demon was wearing her French maid outfit today, with the little black skirt and the white apron, the white lace headpiece tucked behind her horns, black fishnets on her long red legs. Warded bracelets about her wrists and ankles greatly restricted her magical powers. She wobbled over toward Lois on six-inch stilettos. Lois had been raising them an inch each week, and the demon was still getting used to them.

Which was probably why the cup and saucer hit the table with a slight clatter, spilling some of the precious coffee.

Lois stood up from the table.

"I-it's okay mistress, I can—"

"Unacceptable," she said, voice utterly commanding. "Present your cock."

Without another sound, the demon maid lifted up her skirt, and laid her crimson cock on the table. Blaze was tall enough that she actually had to bend her knees to get her dick level with the top of the table, her scarlet balls pressed against the edge.

Lois Lane walked around her to the kitchen counter. She considered the various tools at her disposal...wooden spoon was probably too small, it would leave stripes...maybe break. Instead, her hand settled on a slim, heavy wooden rolling pin.

"Are you happy here, Blaze?"

"Yes, mistress."

"You want to say here?"

"Yes, mistress."

Lois brought the rolling pin down on Blaze's cock, right in the middle. The demon gasped. When Lois raised the wooden pin, there was a vivid purple mark on the scarlet cock...which had begun to swell and harden.

"What do you say?" Lois asked.

"T-thank you ma'am, may I have another?" Blaze managed.

The rolling pin came down again, near the base this time, and the demon shook visibly as the heavy wooden slab crushed her cock. Though the damage wouldn't be permanent, Lois knew that Blaze could feel all of it.

"Are you getting hard?" The mistress asked.

It was a rhetorical question. Lois brought the pin down hard on the head of the cock, which caused the coffee cup and saucer to clatter on the tabletop. Blaze cried out, her knees buckling a little, a splatter of precum dribbling onto the tabletop.

"I didn't give you permission to get hard!" Lois said. "Pick your filthy cock up off the table and present your balls."

Trembling with pain and excitement, the demon lifted up her now rigid red cock and placed her swollen, hairless testes on the table. Like a pair of very fragile, pulsing Christmas ornaments.

Lois Lane brought the rolling pin down so that it hit both balls at once. Blaze barely stifled a scream, a drop of black jizz drooling out of the tip of her throbbing dick.

"How many days has it been," the reporter asked, her face flushed and breathing a little hard. "Since you came?"

"T-three days, mistress," Blaze said. "Y-you wanted cream for your c-coffee."

And it had been six days since Lois had allowed the demon to fuck her. Lois saw the demon's scrotum grow an ugly purple color. Well, she could afford to be a little late to work...

"You've been neglectful of your duties," Lois said as she put the rolling pin down on the table. Reaching up under her skirt, the reporter pulled down her panties. She could feel how wet she was. Six days was a long time for both of them.

"M-mistress?" Blaze's voice sounded so adorably confused.

"You are supposed to keep me sexually satisfied," the reporter said. "You need to be punished. Sit down."

Blaze moved over to the chair and sat, still holding her skirt up with both hands to keep her cockjuice from staining the linen. Lois moved over and began to position the tip of that cock with her own wet cunny. She sat down heavily, letting her weight press the demon's wounded balls into the seat of the chair. Behind her, Blaze groaned...and Lois smiled when she thought that maybe the demon had inadvertently spurted inside of her, just from that.

"If you're not going to keep up with your duties," the reporter said, rotating her hips to grind the balls a little, feeling the tip of that dick uncomfortably deep within her...the cock stretched and filled her cunny out so well, that sometimes Lois needed a day or two to recover after a seriously hard fuck. "I'm going to have to let you go."

"N-no, mistress! Please! Don't send me away! I'll do good, I will!" Blaze cried out.

"Prove it," Lois said as she picked up her coffee. "I want to feel two hot, steaming loads in my cunt before I finish my coffee. Can you manage that?"

"Y-yes, mistress! Right away!"

The reporter took a sip. Not every morning could be like this. There were plenty of times when she just drank her coffee and rushed out the door. Still, it was nice to have someone to come home to. So far, they were making it work. Lois Lane and her bitch, Blaze.