Arousal

“A is for Arousal,” she tells you, bending over, her breasts jutting forward, “but first I’ve got to get ready, and you look all beaten up and exhausted. Maybe we should get cleaned up before we get dirty. Care to join me for a refreshing shower?”

You look at her perfect body and have to nod.

“I’ll show you why they call me Supergirl,” she says, as she picks you up off the floor like a rag doll, and carries you out of the bedroom, decorated in reds and blues and yellows, into the stark whiteness of her bathroom.

She walks into the corner of the room, and places you, standing, on the ground. She presses her hot body against you, pushing your back against the cold white wall, as she lifts your arms up in the air.
“Manacles,” she says, and two strands of silver flowing metal appear from the ceiling, descending to cover each of your hands, forming a tight metal sphere around them, and then pulling them back up, the tension keeping your body stretched to its limit.

“Don’t worry, you won’t need your hands,” Kara tells you, then looks down at your cock. “I’ll take care of that, trust me.”

She takes a step back, leaving your body hanging there, and looks you up and down. “Blood, sweat and tears, those super-dommes sure took their toll,” she says, with a smile, moving a finger over your chest. “Now you need some tender loving Kara.”

She leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Shower!” she says, and warm water starts to trickle from the ceiling, running down your naked body, running over Kara, her blue bra getting wet, clinging to her, showing the outline of her nipples. Your eyes look down to her panties.

Kara laughs a dirty laugh. “Think clean thoughts,” she tells you, which has the opposite effect. “Soap,” she says, and something pops out of the wall faster than you can see it, spraying you and Kara from top to bottom with a liquid gel.

Kara stands back, letting you watch, as she rubs her hands over her body, the gel turning into thick white foam, as she cleans herself. You feel your cock getting harder and harder, as she bends over, her hands moving over her thighs.

“I’m being selfish,” she says, raising her head back up. She shakes her head forward, and water splashes from her blonde hair onto your chest. “It’s your turn.”

She turns her back to you, and rubs against you, raising more than a lather.

“Do you like my outfit?” she says, continuing to rub, increasing the momentum.

“Yes,” you tell her, though part of you wishes she’d take it off.

“Would you prefer it if I take it off, and take care of that erection for you?” she says, moving away from you, and turning to face you, all soapy and sexy and moist and hot.

You nod, and her clothes start to peel off her skin, revealing her magnificent breasts and pussy.

“Meet my super-pet Proty,” she tells you, as the blue and red remains of her clothes climb down her leg and join together. “He can form into anything.”

You see the shapeless mass move off her ankle and onto the ground, and then you feel it slowly crawling up your leg.

“Poor Proty gets so possessive,” she says, as she looks down at her pet, moving past your knee, and then you see the shapeless mass of protoplasm is stretching over your cock and balls. “He can read minds, he obviously doesn’t like your thoughts.” Proty turns into a gleaming metal cage over your cock and balls, you scream as his new metal teeth bite into your hard fully-erect cock. “Oh, cool, a CBT device, as Martha used to call them. Such a fun way to deal with arousal.”

She moves her hands all over your body, getting herself and you all soapy, and then she’s rubbing her thighs against you too, and then her tongue, as you twist and jerk, the pain from your cock making you scream and Kara laugh louder and louder.

“The arousal I meant was mine,” Kara tells you. “Now let’s make things even... Hotter! Faster!”

The water heats up, the room filled with steam, as the water pressure increases, cleaning the soap from your body. As you hang there, Kara runs her hands over her body, pleasuring herself, pleasuring and paining you, laughing as she orgasms again and again, while you writhe, unable to take your eyes off her.

“Enough!” she finally says, and the water stops pouring. “Towel!” she says, and a section of wall opens to reveal a large red, blue and yellow towel. She takes the towel and wraps it all over her body, and starts to dry herself, while you watch, as every so often she’ll reveal a tantalising glimpse of her perfect naked body to you, smiling at you as you gasp in pain.

You dangle in front of her, your cock hurting like never before, shrivelled now to avoid the pain, and you’re glad that it’s finally all over, as Kara looks at your naked body, her eyes glowing red, drying you off inch by inch.

“Had enough arousal?” she asks you with a smile. “Can’t take anymore? Can’t get excited anymore?” She pulls her towel down slightly to reveal her bare shoulder. “I think you can.”

She drops her towel, and starts a private dance for you, one that she must have been perfecting for years. She bumps and grinds and jiggles, laughing as you get hard once more and Proty tears into you. She can still arouse you even though the resulting pain is excruciating, and you know that you can just close your eyes, but you can’t bare to miss a moment, and even without watching, there’s the occasional touch, contact, icy breath, hot glance that turns you on so much and hurts even more. And it seems to go on forever and ever, novelty piled on novelty, your body tired but never bored. Supergirl is definitely an understatement.

You pass out, mid-scream of so many screams, and wake up back on the bedroom floor.

You look up at Kara, now dressed in a blue latex top, yellow belt, and a shiny red latex miniskirt.

“Don't worry, that's a whole letter out of the way. No more arousal for you. Now, it’s time for letter B.”