Lois slinked through the crowd of partygoers with Jimmy in tow, as if being led around on an invisible leash. A giddy smile graced the The Pulitzer-prize winning reporter's darkly made-up face. She had fully been in her element, interviewing any and all of the fetishists she could. All gave glowing reviews on their kinky lifestyle and the Rubber Queen herself, and Lois couldn't help but be overjoyed at how her story was shaping up. The Rubber Queen had ordered Lois to give a fair story on the goings on within the Rubber Kingdom, and Lois, as a newly minted devotee to her Rubber Queen, felt a pleasurable tingle shoot through her body at the prospect of writing the story that would introduce the world to the wonderful and perverse world her mistress had to offer.
"Jimmy, at my side. Now," Lois commanded. In an instant, the red-haired submissive, now wearing skintight black rubber pants with red army boots, stood next to her. His camera hung from his neck, the memory card filled to the max with all sorts of obscene pictures of Lois Lane interviewing partygoers, as well as the activities that went on at the Rubber Queen's event.
"I believe I have more than enough for the story on our Rubber Queen. Be a good slave, and hold my tape-recorder for me," Lois murmured, pulling Jimmy even closer to her by the front of his pants. She pulled the tight material as far as it would go, which was just far enough for her to shove her dainty hand holding the tape-recorder down his pants. Jimmy never showed any sign of stress or that having the metal object so close to his crotch was uncomfortable, as not to trigger his petite mistress' wrath. In fact, his cock sprung to life at the thought that Lois could use him in such a way.
"Now then, slave, what should we do now?" Lois asked, batting her extra-long eyelashes up at him.
"Whatever you would like, my Mistress," Jimmy spoke.
"Good answer, worm," Lois purred, a wicked grin played at her black painted lips, as she gently slapped his face. She quickly turned on her sharp, seven-inch stiletto heels and led them to where a large group of party-goers had assembled.
Jimmy couldn't believe how sexy his former friend looked in her 'professional-looking' black latex skirt-suit. The skirt was so short that it barely hugged the curve of Lois' firm ass. She wore nothing underneath the skintight, long-sleeved suit jacket with the plunging neckline that came down to her navel, her tits simply begging to pop out at any moment. Just watching her shiny ass sway from side to side with each mincing step caused the bulge in his trowsers to get harder and harder. It was an odd sensation to have the recorder next to his hard-on, but if that's how Mistress Lois wanted him, that's how he would be. He would be such a good slave-boy.
Lois, meanwhile, ran her gloved hands through her whorish curls as she and Jimmy approached the assembled group. A muffled cry then drew Lois' attention momentarily. The wicked reporter turned her head to follow the sound, and her black-painted lips curled in an evil smile. A man had been shackled to a large X-frame just a few feet away from her, his mouth filled with a ball gag to silence his protestations to his predicament. His arms were stretched out to fill out the top of the X, while his legs were parted to complete the bottom portion. The harness that kept him in place was tied around his torso, so his naked, erect cock could be open for any of the Rubber Queen's guests to do with as they pleased. Perhaps, she mused in her observations of the man's clearly aching arousal, the man wasn't crying to be freed, maybe he just wanted someone's attention.
Nasty thoughts filled Lois' corrupted mind, strutting over to him with deliberate suggestive sway in her hips. Her darkly painted eyes never left his. The twisted journalist ran her rubber-coated fingers over the bound man's muscular chest, and she couldn't help but let out a low, wanton moan as she slowly licked her pouty lips. She spread her feet and bent at the waist, her shiny latex skirt riding up behind her. The once proper and prudent Lois Lane then took his erect manhood in her grasp and immediately began to run her tongue along the entire length of his shaft over and over again. She took her time to plant to soft kisses at the base of his cock and let her tongue lick even lower to tease his balls.
The man moaned into his ball-gag, and tugged at his restraints. He had most likely been wishing for her to relieve him of his almost painful need, but Lois had no such plans. This slave would siffer a nirvana worse than any hell before let his impressive shaft escape her. Jimmy, meanwhile, took his place at Lois' ass and began to run his own gloved hands over her perfect round cheeks. There was a part of him that wanted to fuck her wiggling backside, but the redheaded cameraman knew to not do such a thing without his Mistress' permission. His role was to compliment her pleasure without reward unless she deemed him worthy of such bounty.
"Oh, so sorry, hun," Lois purred, her brilliant white grin leering up at the bound sub as she withdrew from his throbbing dick, "But I must attend to my Rubber Queen before I can even think of giving out free gifts. Good luck with those blue balls," she finished in mirth before turning away quickly.
She had to hold back a loud, cruel cackle of a laugh as the man screamed and mewed helplessly into his ball-gag. Even Jimmy, who scampered after the petite brunette couldn't help but smile at what his Mistress had done to the man. She had become such a wickedly sexy, conniving bitch and he loved it!
What Lois and Jimmy saw caused the perverse pair to stop dead in their tracks. On stage, flanked by her handmaiden, Colleen, and general, Diana, was the Rubber Queen. They wore sinister-looking latex gasmasks and executioner hoods over their heads and were tying the golden rope around the ankles and wrists of the owners of the Kinky Kitten. Lois and Jimmy watched in aroused awe as the Rubber Queen made an announcement, and soon the Lady Latex and Colleen inserted vibrating eggs into the sluts pussies and asses, and soon their monarch and goddess was counting down. As Lois counted down with the rest of her fellow subjects in the Rubber Kingdom, the reporter thought back to the dinner before the night's events and was almost overcome with the prospect of things to come.
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