That Session Was The Beginning of Sue and Mae's BDSM Relationship, Not The End

Sue Storm remembered other things now—memories that hadn't been there before Doom's temporal manipulations. She and Mae had grown closer over the days and weeks that followed.

They had done things that Sue Storm couldn't blame on being tipsy. She remembered when Mae had eagerly showed her a book, a naked woman tied to a chair. Remembered when they had re-enacted that scene in Sue's dorm room. How excited she had been as Mae learned the knots, as the rope slid across her body.

"We were young," Sue said to herself. "Experimenting."

The Invisible Woman smiled. Wistfully, sadly, perhaps. Sue felt some of the tension ease out of her. As she played back the memories. Things they had tried. Spanking. Spitting. There's no sensation quite like looking in someone else's eyes, mouth wide, as they let a dollop of spit fall into your mouth. You tied up so that you couldn't escape, even if you wanted to. Actually enjoying that sensation of powerlessness, the transfer of agency.

Mae could have done anything to Sue during those sessions. Had done things that brought a blush to Sue's face even now, a marriage and two children later. The Invisible Woman stared at the photos and saw across the years to those moments when she had been handcuffed, blindfolded, a vibrator shoved between her legs as Mae ordered her to cum like the good slut she was.

JVD: You've been tied up, as a superheroine. Is it—was it different? Than what you did with her?

Sue's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that question.

SSR: Different. Consensual. We—what Mae and I did, we were both into it. Exploring our feelings, sensations. With villains, it's different. There's no closeness, no—intimacy. It's a violation. There's powerlessness, but no trust. It's frightful, not sexy.

JVD: You sound as if you miss it.

Sue's lips drew into a thin line. She remembered the break with Mae. When Sue had ended their relationship. It was time to graduate, and she was with Reed. He was her future. Mae was...a fling. A temporary relationship.

She didn't love Mae. Sue had told herself that at the time, and many times over the days and months that came after. Now, she saw the photos again. How young they were. How excited she had been. A part of Sue had long ago promised that she would never regret her decision. Not their relationship, or the way it had ended.

SSR: It's in the past, Jan. I'm a different person. What I need to focus on now is what to do about these photos.

JVD: I have a thought about that.