Sue and Karla are Coached in BDSM by a Porn Pro

Next week, Sue and Karla did not meet in the psychiatrist's office. The blonde villain wore a trench coat, her hair unbound, and met Sue at the coffee shop across the street from the Baxter Building. The Invisible Woman wore, at Karla's suggestion, purely civilian gear: mom jeans, a t-shirt and jacket. They greeted each other with a hug, and as Karla led her down the streets of Manhattan, she explained what was going on.

"I've never been a sub before," Karla admitted. "And you've never been a domme. What we both need is guidance, at least until we're both comfortable in our roles. So I've contact a...professional."

Sue Storm raised an eyebrow, her mouth turning up into a smirk.

"All right," she said. "If you think this is best."

There was an easy confidence in Sue Storm's stride and attitude. Of course, they were both two of the most powerful women on the planet, though Sue had no idea of Karla's capabilities or alternate identity. In truth, when Doctor Doom had recommended bringing in a third party, Moonstone was hesitant. Her stomach was queasy at the thought of what she would have to do to prove herself as a proper submissive.

Queasy, anxious, but also excited. This was new. Dangerous. Exciting.

She hoped Sue felt the same way.

It was a sub-street apartment. It was the kind of dungeon that Sue had only ever read about. To X-shaped crosses. A pillory. Steel rings mounted on ceiling, floor, and wall. A rack of whips. A wooden horse. Yet also bottles of lubes, an emergency first aid kit, shelves with selections of sex toys. The woman who ushered them in wore a latex dress that emphasized a modest but impressive bust. The midnight-black hair was in a bob-cut that framed an older face. Asian-American. Not too tall. Vaguely familiar, though Sue couldn't place where.

"You may call me Mistress Annabelle," she said. No accent. "You may remember me from—"

She named a Guinness world record. Sue's eyes widened in sudden recognition.

"The world's biggest gang bang," she said. "Wasn't that like...over nine hundred...?"

"A slight exaggeration," the Mistress said. "But over a thousand penetrations in a seventeen-hour period. And I went home and fucked my boyfriend after that."

"Wow," Sue said. Barely able to imagine what that must feel like.

"Now," Mistress Annabelle said. "I understand that the two of you are at the beginning of your relationship?"

"Yes," Sue said. Karla nodded.

"There is much you must learn. What your partner can safely handle. How to care for them, before and after. But first and foremost, we must establish the correct attitude. Spit in her face," Mistress Annabelle said.

Sue instantly balked.

"I...what...I can't..." she stammered.

"Of course you can," Mistress Annabelle said. The Asian woman reached out with one hand and roughly grabbed Karla's face. For a moment, Moonstone instinctively tried to twist away—and that was when she realized she couldn't. She stared into the woman's eyes and felt a sudden wave of weakness wash over her. With a calm, deliberate movement, Mistress Annabelle leaned forward and spat full in Moonstone's face.

"You see?" the Asian woman said. "Now, you try."

Sue Storm, who had faced down cosmic conquerors and intergalactic criminals, steeled herself. She drew herself up, and her face took on an expression that was oddly cold and distant. With a hawk and thwip, a wad of warm spittle struck Karla in the left eye. The villain shuddered as she felt the warm liquid flow down her face.

Mistress Annabelle released her.

"You see? She is your submissive. She must learn her place. She lives to be degraded, and if she fails to obey or please you, she must be punished. That is the way of things. And you are doing her a favor. She wants this. Wants the loss of control. In treating her like shit, you are showing her your love," Mistress Annabelle said.

Sue Storm nodded. Unsure, but seeing the twisted logic behind it. This was, after all, roleplay.

Except for one thing. Karla realised, suddenly, that ever since she had stepped into this dungeon, her powers had ceased to work.