She said, "He is mine my lord, I am sure we will have a next generation in a year..."
Clark was gone. The next thing he knew, he woke with a slap to the face. The dream woman from the night before was seated on his bed leaning over him. She was wearing one of his old baseball tee-shirts and from what his x-ray vision revealed nothing else.
"Wake up time Superman," She smiled, "Time to get showered, hosed out and then dressed for work."
Clark glanced at the clock which read 5:30AM. Then he found himself getting up and following the mystery woman to the bathroom which seemed to have been redecorated. There were two vanity mirrors set up with women's make up and hygiene products at them
and there was a weird shower system hooked up to a sort of garden hose at the toilet. The woman lead him right to the toilet.
"Bend over and grab the bar," she instructed.
He was helpless to resist as his body complied with the orders. He groaned as the nozzle of the hose penetrated his bottom and started filling his bowels with liquids. After about a minute the hose was removed and she ordered him to sit on the toilet.
His body didn't need any orders to start expelling the liquids.
"Now shower and shave then meet me in the closet," the woman ordered.
That part of his morning rituals were un affected. However when Clark entered the closet he found things had been altered there too. Half of the woman's clothes looked like Lois' but the other half was very kinky; leather, short skirts, open tops, very
high heeled boots and shoes. Half of the men's cloths were his, but half of them were the types of things he had seen submissive males wear at the pride parades. The woman was already dressed in a version of Lois' favorite work skirt suit fitted for her
body. She held up the body harness with a grin on her face.
"First turn around and bend over," She smiled as she reached for a almost glowing purple butt plug, "The we put on your underwear and then your suit."
Clark tried to fight his body's obedience, but without word or counter action she had the lubed intruder in him, and was strapping the harness around his body.
"You are probably wondering why you as such an obedient little boy," the woman teased, "well that plug is laced with a special purple form of Kryptonite. It's harmless when you hold it in your hand, but once it's past the skin, it turns your mind to jelly
and you become a good little drone. Now, the blue suit, with the red tie. Oh, and you are not allowed to remove the butt plug."
The woman laughed as she left him to finish getting dressed. Clark was helpless. This woman was using him like a puppet. Once he was done he found her in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. She smiled and examined him like a prize horse.
"Lets go," she giggled while grouping his ass, causing the plug to squirm in his bottom, "It's time for work!"
Clark followed the woman as she lead him throw the subway straight to the daily planet. She lead him into the elevator right up to the news floor. Clark was releaved to see Perry there when the door opened, he would help him.
"Oh morning Clark," Perry smiled, "And Congratulations to you Lois on that Pulwitzer Prize!"