Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How Does Blaze Make Lois Her Bitch?

Collar Her

Hands closed around Lois Lane's throat. Thumbs pressing gently against her trachea, long fingers wrapped almost all the way around her neck. Angelica Blaze considered her lover, and for the first time Lois felt a smidgen of real fear...because the look in her eyes was not the look you gave to a human being, but some sort of object...a kind of disinterested, half-lidded gaze that spoke of quiet concentration.

"Good bitches are obedient. They know to put their trust in their mistress," Blaze cooed softly. "And they show their obedience...show it to the world..."

Something warm and hot seemed to flow from Blaze's fingers. Lois shook, feeling a heavy liquid close around her throat, not enough to stop her breathing, but definitely there. The shemale's hands began to move, shaping and forming whatever it was, like a potter with their clay.

Lois swallowed and did nothing. Like a good bitch. She knew that she owed Blaze this and hoped, maybe, that this would make amends. So that they could move past whatever this was and Blaze could give her what Lois really wanted...needed...

Cock.

It wasn't easy for Lois to admit. Her cunt, fresh-fucked and fresh-spunked as it had been, was still crying out for attention. Maybe it was just that she was coming off a long dry spell, the itch needing a little more scratching. Or maybe there was something about Blaze herself, the way she seemed to want and need Lois that provoked a similar response from within the reporter. Whatever the case, Lois knew she needed it.

At last the hands came away...but they were trailing something, a long strip of black latex or vinyl. The reporter's hands went to her throat, fingers feeling around at the heavy thing that now ringed her neck.

It was a high-necked collar of latex, almost shaped to her throat, dipping down to her collar bone, where there was set a ring...and through the ring was a little clasp that led to the strip of latex now in Blaze's hand.

A collar. Lois had been collared...and Blaze held the leash.

"Good bitches," Blaze's voice was very throaty now, "turn over and present their tail, so they can be fucked doggy-style."