Kara discovers a few things about herself...
Note: Here's another new story guys. If your wondering where the Lois Lane one is, well I'm sorta stuck as to where to go at the moment. Hope to have a part 2 done soon...
Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) swooped over the city hunting for a crime, any crime! It was to put it mildly too quiet! Kara hadn't seen so much as a jaywalker in hours and it was nearly 1 am. Kara was bored, bored and oh even more bored than that. Finally she resorted to her x-Ray vision, maybe someone was plotting indoors tonight.
That was when she saw it, inside a warehouse in the meat district, two women doing something rather strange. One of the women was dressed like a Catholic Schoolgirl (plaid skirt, blouse. Etc), while the other was clad in a nun's habit and robes. Well not exactly like because, the robes were cut so tight as to accent rather than hide the girl's sexuality, and the whole outfit was clearly made of black latex. Come to think of it the "schoolgirls" outfit was too small as well showing off her ample bust. As Kara watched, the two girls seemed to play out a highly sexualised version of a school punishment session. First the "nun" had the "schoolgirl" bend over exposing (her pantieless) rear end, then the nun proceeded to spank the girl, before having the girl strip off her clothes and then kneel before the nun and kiss her boots. Finally she undid a zip over her pussy and then pulled the girls head into her sex, forcing her to give her oral sex. After that the schoolgirl got on all fours and the nun bought her off using her fingers. She then watched as the Schoolgirl dressed and then handed $200 to the "nun". The whole thing had taken maybe ten minutes.
Kara swept her eyes through the rest of the building, taking in an Asian girl being spanked by another and several rooms where girls were tied up and doing various things. It was at that point Kara realised her panties were soaked. Great Krypton! She was getting off on watching girls hurt girls! Kara went bright red and quickly checked if anyone could see her. After that she left the area at something close to Mach 8. She returned to her apartment and jumped into the shower. She tired to wash away what she'd seen but she kept seeing herself in the role of the "Nun". She found herself reaching for her pussy, and plunging her hand in as she imagined another girl down below pleasuring her with a lustful desire. As she fantasised she had her most powerful climax ever! She collapsed to the floor of the shower cubical and lay there smiling and exhausted. ...
About two hours later a thoroughly soaked Kara suddenly snapped awake. For a moment she was confused where was she? Why was she there? Finally she realised and reached up to turn off the tap. In the cold light of the witching hour Kara remember her experience. What she had seen and the feelings it had stirred in her. Part of her was embarrassed part of her was intrigued by the experience. Kara decided to try to find out more about what this meant. Like any modern girl she turned to the Internet...
She logged onto Google and input the search, "Girl's dominating Girl's", and this produced over ten thousand matches. Kara clicked on the first link, which proved to be a site for something called D/s or Domination and submission. Over the next hour she learned that some people of both sexes got pleasure from being tied up and forced to do things while other people got pleasure from the opposite. Kara also learned that a female who dominates one of either sex was called a dominant or dominatrix. Kara rolled the word in her mouth she liked it, all hard edges and no messing around about it. The more Kara thought about it the more she found she liked the idea. ...
Kara had obtained the name of the local sex shop while online and went to visit it the next morning, around lunchtime Kara returned to her apartment with a large plain brown bag in her arms. Locking her door Kara went into her bedroom and began trying on the items she had bought. First to go on was a set of latex panties and a latex bra. Next Kara wriggled into a very tight black latex dress, and then came a pair of leather boots and a small leather collar. Next came a long black leather skirt reaching to Kara's ankles. Kara finished by pulling her hair back into a very severe bun. Kara picked up a riding coup she had bought and looked in the mirror. She looked domineering like a very strict school marm. Her entire body was covered in a tight layer of plastic and leather, and Kara liked the way it felt, like a second skin. She liked the way it stretched over her body and she liked the feel as she rubbed her hands over the latex. She slapped the whip against her hand and began to fantasise that she was a teacher about to give a very special "punishment" to a wayward pupil. "You naughty, naughty girl" she murmured in her best impersonation of an upper class English accent. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about the idea. She was about to strip off and masturbate when she heard something,
"Help somebody help!" it was coming from the other side of the city. In microseconds Kara went from Domme to superhero as she donned her red and blue outfit. Within a second she was out the window and acceleration across the town. As she went she looked over her outfit and decided she had to change it, for Rao's sake she looked like a cheerleader. And here she was in her mid 20's, she wondered if she should change her name as well maybe become "Superwoman". She decided to worry about it later as she zeroed in on the target. That was when she realised two things, one she was still wearing her new black boots and collar, and the scream had come from the same place as last night. She quickly switched to X-ray vision not wanting to make a massive mistake. It was her "nun" from the night before, and she was being held down by a group of men who were busy raping her. Also her arm was at a no way natural angle. No way is this a game thought Kara as she crashed through the roof.
"Get away from her you bastards!" she screamed, Kara only really hated two things, murderers and rapists. This group only got time to gasp before Kara was in among them. One caught a boot in the groan, as Kara socked two others, before spinning to come face to face with the barrel of a gun, "Oh please," she murmured. She then looked down at the man crotch and turned on her heat vision at low power. "Drop it or I make you useless to a woman! Not that you're a lot of use now!" she turned up the power. The man squirmed for a minute before whimpering and dropping the gun. She turned off the heat, and he dropped to the floor cradling his crotch. Kara could see his (rather under endowed penis) was undamaged. "Oh stop being a snivelling idiot!" she slammed him against the wall, "And people wonder why I prefer girls. Talk what's this all about!"
"Protection," a cultured voice came from behind her, the naked girl was struggling upright cradling her dislocated arm. "I did not wish to pay for the privilege of operating my business so they decided to teach me a lesson." Kara knocked out the man and then moved to help the girl.
"Are you alright...?"
"Kimberley and no I am not, could you help?"
"Oh sorry, hold still this will hurt," she yanked Kimberley's arm back into place. The other woman kept silent through out the process. "Brothel?" Kara asked.
"Not the way you might think, I offer certain alternative services to women."
"S/M? D/s? That kinda thing?"
"How did you know?"
"Kinda obvious," Kara pointed at the whips and chains. "Your life your choice. So who is this Mafia or Russian mob?"
"Russians and their hired goons. Not that the law will care."
"Well I do. Is your arm alright?"
"Yes,"
"Then tie these guys up, I'll be back soon..." ... We shall skip the beating Kara gave the Russians, sufficing to say they would not be shaking down any working girls for sometime to come... ... "You can forget your problems with those thugs, I took care of them." Kara told Kim fifteen minutes later.
"Really?" asked Kim, letting her accent drop and so revealing her Metropolis origins. Kara smiled wickedly.
"I took photos," Kim looked at them and started laughing as she saw a top down photo of the local mob boss Paval Zhukov, naked and covered by his bodyguards. From the angle it looked like a gay orgy. "I stuck 'em on line as well, I can't wait to see the headlines tomorrow, little Odessa businessman in turgid sex scandal. I told Zhukov if he tries anything again I'll really make him suck his bodyguards' cocks. He won't be trouble for a long while."
"You know for the girl next door you have a very sadistic streak don't you."
"Well I didn't, I kept it bottled up but something happened recently and I decided I wanted to be on top for a change."
"So what was that?" Kara went bright red. "Em, well it's er like this. Last night I was bored and I sorta started using my x-ray vision to see what was going on. And I sort of ended up watching you dominating a girl. I found I wanted to be you, to be able to do stuff like that and not worry about the rules. Sorry for spying on you,"
"No it does not bother me at all. From the sounds of it you had a good time." Kim suddenly smiled, "So how would you like to do it for real?"
"Wha, sure okay I guess."
"Well go into my wardrobe, and pick an outfit. I'll ask one of our more submissive girls to be with you, and I'll let you play out your fantasies."
"Okay," said Kara and practically ran to the wardrobe room,"
"Oh and Supergirl, two things, 1) the nun outfits in the wash and 2) you might want to borrow one of my wigs, It won't help your rep if your seen here as Supergirl will it."
"Right" Kara replied,
"Oh and SG one more thing."
"Yes,"
"Could you get rid of this lot please?" ... Kara dumped the goons naked about five miles from metropolis. Before they got fifty yards they were all busted for public indecency. Not one of them mentioned Supergirl fearing what would happen if it was known they had been beaten by a girl, and all had warrants outstanding.
Twenty minutes later Kara was clad in a black mini-dress, black wig, was calling herself Linda, and waiting as Kim led a redhead in on all fours. "This is Bambi, Linda and she'll be your slave today. You can do anything to her that doesn't leave permanent damage. But if she uses the safe word, "outside" or shakes her head five times that means she had enough and you stop okay,"
"Yes I understand." Kim allowed Bambi to stand up,
"I'll leave you to it, if you want anything just press this buzzer and a slave will bring you whatever you want. I'll see you in about two hours." Kim left.
Kara looked Bambi over, the girl was clad in t-shirt and shorts and trying to look terrified, Kara might have been fooled if she couldn't see indifference in Bambi's eyes. Her arms and legs were shackled, and she wore no shoes. Kara thought then spoke.
"I am Mistress Linda; from now on you are my personal slave. Now let's have a look at you." Relishing the feeling of power Kara grabbed the T-shirt and yanked it downwards exposing Bambi's well endowed breasts. Kara reached out and stroked the mounds relishing the feeling of the soft flesh. Then she twisted Bambi's left nipple. Bambi tried to squirm away so Kara slapped her on the ass. "Stay still."
Kara undid the shorts and pulled them down revealing the fact that Bambi was not wearing panties. Kara started to circle Bambi looking her up and down and touching her body. Finally Kara draped herself round Bambi and said "My you're pussy is well shaved is it so all the men you whore with don't catch their dicks on their bristles."
"No," Kara twisted her breast.
"No, What!"
"No Mistress"
"Well you see I think you are, I think you're a little whore who needs to be disciplined." (Kara was stealing her lines from an erotic bondage film she'd watched the night before). "You like men don't you," Taking her cue Bambi nodded.
"Do you like women, Bambi?"
Bambi shook her head.
"Well you will." Kara pulled Bambi down to the floor and then sat in front of Bambi with a riding coup. "Now I want an orgasm and you'll give it too me with your mouth!"
"No, No," Kara grabbed Bambi's head and pulled her into her pussy. Then she started to whip her with the riding crop on the butt just hard enough to make her yelp.
"Get fucking whore," with that Bambi began to suck and kiss Kara's pussy, Kara meanwhile used the crop when ever Bambi seemed to slow and slack her pace. Kara felt a warm sensation rising in her far better than her imaginary orgasms earlier, Kara started to moan and then to scream, "Oh Fuck! Yeah!" as her body rose and rose towards climax. She felt liquid flowing from her pussy and took great delight in making Bambi swallow it all down keeping her head pressed tight into her pussy.
When she finally let Bambi up Kara waited for the other girl to give the safe word but instead Bambi smiled. "So you liked that did you?"
"Yes Mistress, I'm a good little fucker," Bambi smiled some more,
"Well I'll just have to break you another way!" Kara grabbed Bambi by the hair and dragged her over to a St Andrew's cross, which she strapped Bambi to face first. Then she pushed a red ball gag between Bambi's teeth and strapped it on tightly. Kara picked up a pair of nipple clamps and began rolling Bambi's left nipple with her fingers. Once it was aroused Kara attached the clamp, and did the same to the other nipple, now Bambi had a chain linking her two huge tits. Kara pulled on the chain and was surprised when Bambi moaned. Really moaned not a stifled scream but a moan of pleasure. "Wow" she said shocked "you really do like this stuff," Kara guessed Bambi was a really submissive like the ones she'd read about. Kara removed the gag.
"Oh mistress, spank me, fuck me!" moaned Bambi. Kara smiled wickedly.
"No I don't think so," Kara then untied her and led her to a couch. "I think it's your turn for pleasure first." She handed Bambi a dildo. The other girl immediately stuck it in her pussy and began to use it.
"So Bambi you like working here then,"
"Oh...yes...mistress"
"So how much do you get paid?"
"Nothing," At this point Bambi Come.
"What?"
"I'm sorry mistress. I don't get paid because I'm a piece of property. I have given over my freedom and my life to my mistress."
"Willingly,"
"Of course, when I was a child all I ever wanted was for someone else to make my choices for me. To love and obey someone who loved me. With Kim I have that, no one made me do it. It was my free choice, my last free choice." Bambi began to lick off the dildo, and Kara became thoughtful. She left Bambi and stepped out into the hall.
"Weird,"
"It's not real you know. She's just my girlfriend," Kim had come up nearby, "But she wants it. I love dominating girls but Bambi all she wants is to be dominated. She had no other desires."
"Wow, is that common,"
"Well most subs are like most doms, just in the bedroom, but there are some like that. When she sprang it on me that she wanted to be my permanent slave I didn't have much choice. I think she would have ended up in the hands of some pimp if I hadn't accepted. It's rather selfish of her though."
"Selfish!?!"
"Think about it Linda. She does nothing for herself, nothing, I have to decide when she eats when she sleeps, punish her for even the smallest broken rule. All she had to worry about is sex and more sex. I have to do all the other stuff."
"I see,"
"The one thing she does for herself is talk about her slavery. She likes that more that the thing itself. In fact if she's been running her mouth instead of working, she'll expect punishment for that."
"What will you do?"
"You will see..." ...
Five minutes later Bambi was back on the cross ball gagged and tied tight. "You see Linda the one thing Bambi hates is other people having sex when she can't join in. So let's have some fun," Kim lay down and waited. Kara might have been new to D/s but she had lots of experience with lesbianism. In moments she lay on top of Kim and looked into her pussy hole. Both girls started licking each others pussys.
For the rest of the day the two girls had hot lesbian sex and played with Bambi, by the end Kara was exhausted but happy having finally come to terms with her sexuality. Over the next few weeks she spent every day with Kim and Bambi learning about being a Dom. She was a fast learner, within weeks Supergirl had a new leather uniform, and Kara had a new job, one she liked a lot.
THE END
Not exactly your usual Supergirl story (and I've done a few myself with Kara on the receiving end!), but I figured lets try something new for a change...
Echotango Somewhere in darkest England September 2006