My Subjugation of Supergirl
by Michael Elk
How does one overcome the power of a superhero ?


My first face to face encounter with Supergirl occurred when she gave a talk
to the inmates at Joliet, a medium security prison for women in upper New York
state. I was serving 6 months for a minor infraction and had gone to the
lecture out of curiosity. I suppose the speech was intended to encourage us on
the benefits of the straight and narrow once we got out, but I was having a
tough time concentrating on the words. Before me was the most gorgeous,
desirable body one could imagine, lovely feminine curves accentuated with
toned muscles, and I immediately fell head over heals in love with the blond,
red and blue clad vixen before me. Respectable-sized breasts stretched the
fabric of her blue top, and contoured the large stylized 'S' logo on the
front, and a white belt cradled a super slender waist that arched delightfully
towards wonderfully plump and curvy buttocks. A short red skirt attempted to
conceal the latter, but it's flare at the back only accentuated the delight
and encouraged my imagination at the hidden treasures beneath.

Supergirl exuded confidence - why wouldn't she when she had known nothing but
success and adulation for most of her young years. None the less, she came
across as young, sweet and naive, like the girl next door. Her audience,
diametrically the opposite, were tough and battle-hardened, and would have
torn apart any ordinary speaker exhibiting that apparent innocence. I consider
myself a good judge of people. As a dominant dyke, I can usually spot a
potential submissive, and I thought I could see signs in the young girl before
me. For me, prison was like a shark's feeding grounds. I am quite attractive
and could have nearly any girl I desired, but I choose only the ones that I
can bend to my will to satisfy my desire for power. Dominating Supergirl would
be the ultimate accomplishment. I am nearly 6 ft and stay strong and buff by
working out. Visibly defined muscles, washboard abs and taut glutes are great
at attracting the fairer sex, but how does one dominate someone with super
powers? I resigned myself to having to tackle the conquest of Supergirl only
in my dreams.

*********

A potential answer to that dream came in the mode of an article buried in the
back section of the newspaper. It was 6 months after Supergirl's speech at the
prison and I was presently freed and working as a waitress in an upscale
restaurant. I usually have no problem getting employment as most employers are
men and eagerly overlook a prison record when confronted with a tall, fit,
good looking girl who might have tendencies to be bad.

The newspaper article mentioned that a Dr Edward Hauser with Canning
Laboratory would be conducting kryptonite tests on Supergirl for 3 weeks with
the aim of finding an antidote. Most kryptonite here on earth is in the
possession of governments and securely locked away to keep it out of the hands
of the criminal element. Dr Hauser must have obtained some on loan that I
might now arrange to 'borrow' from him. I could only assume that the purpose
of the public announcement of the testing was to discourage criminals (should
a protection for Supergirl be found) or to explain her temporary absences from
crime fighting.

I googoled 'Canning Laboratories' and Dr Hauser and discovered that the former
was a small operation in a mall in the Bronx, and was solely owned and
operated by the latter. Dr Hauser was a PHD in both biology and physics with a
sound reputation.

Staking out the laboratory for 3 weeks in a mall was a cinch. With so many
people around, I could buy a coffee, sit on a bench, and watch. I did change
my appearance regularly so that no one would take notice of my stakeout.

Each day, the secretary would arrive at 9am and punch in the code for entry -
a code that I took pains to observe. Then the good doctor would turn up
anywhere from 9:30 to 11:00. Supergirl would arrive (disguised as a teenager)
precisely at 1pm and stay for an hour or two. Supergirl must have been in her
early twenties, but could easily pass for 17 or 18. Short shorts and tank top
revealed all the delectable curves and delightful protrusions that I'd ogled
back in prison, and suited her perfectly. Her appearance welded my
determination. I chaffed at the bit to get started.

I waited for the last day of the 3 week session only to find that Supergirl
didn't turn up. I assumed that the tests had ended a day early. Each day, the
secretary would leave at 4pm and lock the doors. Dr Hauser would stay behind
by himself, often for hours, once even outlasting my stakeout. At 5:30pm,
wearing a disguise, I punched in the code and quietly slipped inside. I found
Dr Hauser in a small office, standing over a desk and examining papers.

"Good evening" I said as I sidled up beside him. Startled, he turned towards
the sound and barely had time to register shock or puzzlement before I took
him down with the Taser. By the time he had recovered control over his
members, I had him seated and firmly tied to a chair.

The papers he had been sorting turned out to be his notes on the effects of
the kryptonite, so I gathered them for future reading. The good doctor wasn't
cooperative about my request for the kryptonite until I threatened to relieve
him of the tip of his nose with a pair of pruning shears. Turned out he might
have been a great intellectual but didn't do well with bravery. He not only
pointed out the safe, but readily volunteered the combination. I thanked him
for the help and ecstatically took my prizes, closing and locking the door as
I left.

********

Dr Hauser's tests on Supergirl and kryptonite were instructive to say the
least. His notes gave the effects on his subject at specific distances and
specific strengths. The effects were 'directly proportional to the mass of
kryptonite and inversely proportional to the square of the distance'. I had to
phone a scientist friend to discover that it meant the more of the kryptonite
and the closer it was, the more it would weaken Supergirl. Dr Hauser tested
Supergirl's strength as he adjusted amounts and distances and recorded them as
a percent of his own strength. He called it 'Normal Human Strength' or NHS.
And quite a few of the tests showed that only a little of the material could
lower her strength to 100% or less than a normal human's. From the notes I was
reading, it would appear that I had sufficient kryptonite to kill my subject
if I so wished. However I had more interesting plans for her than murder.

One of Dr Hauser's notes was of particular interest.

"Supergirl tells me that on the planet Krypton, nobody had super powers. I
attribute that to the fact that a small quantity of the stuff must have been
present planet-wide, perhaps in the soil or atmosphere. Even a small amount
seems to remove Supergirl's X-ray vision and takes away her ability to fly.
However it takes somewhat more to lower her strength to that of most humans
and to render her skin vulnerable to damage. Too much kryptonite becomes
painful and incapacitates the subject completely."

Another comment:

"I can find no apparent antidote to Kryptonite, although lead will block it's
effect and can act as a shield."

********

It took nearly a year for me to complete my preparations. Surprisingly money
was no obstacle. Supergirl cost the mob millions each year and once I'd
presented my plan, staking me to $800 000 was just good money management for
them. Our deal was also for a two million dollar bonus if I were to succeed.

First I had to purchase land in a remote area, then design and have
constructed a special house with an appropriate cell for my young superhero.
To the builders it would seem strange to have an apartment with no windows in
the basement, but otherwise there would be no hint that it was intended to
forcibly house such a distinguished guest. Bars on the ground floor windows
would be impregnated with kryptonite to establish the same kind of atmosphere
as on Krypton. Placing bars on windows would arouse no suspicion in such a
remote area. And the mob had set me up with a metal shop that would work with
the green substance with no questions asked.

*******

I waited patiently for a newspaper story involving a robbery by a woman.
Within a week, there was a story of a local bank heist carried out by two
masked females. I promptly phoned 1-800-SUPRGRL, a kind of tips line where one
could leave messages about crimes. My message implicated a certain Karen
Schuster who lived in a downtown apartment that I had rented and occupied
under that name for the past 6 months. Then I waited.

About 8 pm that evening there was a knock on the door. I quickly checked my
appearance one last time (though I had spent an hour and a half earlier making
sure I looked my best) and made for the door.

I knew what she looked like, but personal and up close, she was stunning. She
took my breath away. "Hi" she said. "I'm investigating a robbery and we have
reason to believe the perpetrators are from this building. Would you mind if I
asked you a few questions?"

God but she was sweet and cute and young - I could hardly keep my cool. "Not
at all. Come in, come in." I greeted my visitor enthusiastically, just as an
innocent person might have, awestruck by such a personage, and eager to
impress. Of course I was innocent so far, but my eagerness had more to do with
the spider welcoming the fly.

"You were at the lecture I gave at Joliet a year or so ago." she said.

"Yes indeed. Your talk was one reason I've gone straight since. It was great.
Would you like some tea?" I was impressed with her memory of faces, but of
course she would not know my real name from that meeting. However knowing that
I was a convicted criminal would focus her suspicions and further my cause.

"No thank you. I'm here because there was a robbery at the local bank on
Cheschire St yesterday and we have information that the two women involved
could be from this building. Do you know anything or of anybody you might be
suspicious of?"

Of course I knew that she suspected me, but that she couldn't come right out
and suggest it. However I took note of (and was pleased about) her eyes moving
clandestinely and purposely about the apartment.

Supergirl quizzed me for a few more minutes, no doubt hoping that if I were
guilty, I would crack under pressure. Finally she got to the point. "I see
that you have a lead-lined box in your bedroom closet. I wonder if I might
have a look at the contents."

I pretended to be flustered and stammered that it was nothing involving the
robbery, then reluctantly left the room to procure the offending box.

*******

Supergirl asked me to open the box and remove the contents.

"You might not be pleased with me if I do." I said.

"Let me decide after I see the contents." She was so young and so sweet, and
so naive in her eagerness to see inside.

That was the moment that I took control. Without taking my eyes from my
victim, I slowly raised the lid. The look on her face was shocked and
disbelieving. She had to know about the stolen Kryptonite, but after it hadn't
surfaced for over a year, she had no doubt discounted and forgotten the
incident. Weakly she reached to shut the lid, but I easily moved it out of
range, and watched as she moaned pitifully. She tried to get to her feet but
slid helplessly off her chair and onto her knees.

"Oh, God,it hurts", she whimpered.

"Only for a few minutes, sweetie. Try to relax. I promise that I'll never do
you any real harm."

Leaving the box open on the coffee table, I moved over my prey and sat down on
the small of her back, then used my weight to drive her face down flat on the
carpet. What a rush to feel this delightful young body between my legs and
pressing upwards against my sex. I pulled a few feet of rope from the box, and
used it to bind her arms, forearm to forearm behind her back. This rope had
treads of kryptonite imbedded throughout it's length - enough Kryptonite to
reduce her strength to about 75% of a normal human (according to Dr Hauser's
notes). What a feeling of power to render this young super beauty so helpless.
It was nirvana.

Without leaving my sensuous seat, I retrieved a chloroformed cloth from the
box and held it forcefully against Supergirl's nose. She wriggled and squirmed
beneath me, her body moving delightfully against my groin. But with one hand
on the cloth and the other pressing against the back of her head, I easily
rode out her weak struggles until finally she stopped moving and went limp.
Only then did I close the lid on the lead-lined box and remove my captive from
potential harm from a prolonged overdose of kryptonite.

Over the next few hours, I reapplied the chloroform the two times she began to
stir, and thus kept my captured vixen sedated. Then at 3am in the morning,
when most of the world would be asleep, I lifted my sleeping beauty onto my
shoulder. She was surprisingly light, perhaps 140 to 145 lbs, and I regularly
bench-press nearly 200. I took the elevator down to the parking garage, and
placed her in the trunk. We met nobody on the trip, not that it would have
mattered. I couldn't be traced through the apartment, and would be long gone
before police could be summoned. I considered a ball gag, but it shouldn't
matter if she yelled and I was afraid that the chloroform might cause her to
be sick.

********

Two hours later we reached our destination, and my prize was wide awake,
threatening and complaining delightfully when I lifted her bound form from the
trunk. Her confident visage was gone, however, and I could tell that she was
uncertain and scared. I carried her into her new home, a bit like carrying a
bride over the threshold. With arms bound and her strength level low, she was
as easy to control as a kitten as I took her down the stairs to her cell and
laid her down on her bed. Then I went back out to the car for the box of
kryptonite. I would only need it one more time to complete my control of this
youngster.

Supergirl's cell wasn't the dungeon one might have expected. It consisted of a
bedroom, (delightfully decorated in pink and in a teenage style - I wanted to
emphasize her youth and vulnerability), a sitting room (complete with a 42"
TV, audio-video system and computer - unfortunately I couldn't allow Internet
access), a full bathroom and full kitchen. She would also have magazine
subscriptions and a reasonable assortment of books, and anything reasonable
she might request. Cameras were cleverly hidden to cover much of the areas,
and would be undetectable as long as her X-ray vision was negated by the
kryptonite.

When I returned with the box and unlocked the door to the cellar, my captive
was ambulatory and busy exploring her new surroundings. I was pleased to see
that she had been unable to free herself from the rope securing her arms
behind her back. I tie a mean knot and had taken care to insure the integrity
of her restraints.

While my subject was checking out the kitchen, I took the box to the bedroom
and then went after her. I picked her up and carried her, struggling all the
way, into the bedroom, where I threw her down on the bed and straddled her
body. Only then did I reach over to the night stand and open the box.
Immediately a look of horror came over her innocent young face, and her body
went more or less limp beneath me.

"Oh no, please." she pleaded. "It hurts so much."

"Then let's get this over quickly. Cooperate and the box lid shuts forever." I
spoke forcibly and harshly to her for the first time. I was in control and she
had to be taught who was boss. I would treat her like a princess when she did
my bidding, but would not hesitate to discipline her when she didn't.

"Sit up." I said, and slid back onto her thighs so that she could move. She
struggled weakly to obey. She had no strength whatsoever with the amount of
kryptonite present, but managed to sit up with my help. I reached around her
to untie the rope binding her, making sure that my breasts brushed her face
and cheek while I worked. Once her arms were free, I tugged her tunic sleeves
off her arms and then slid the garment up and over her head, leaving her clad
only in a cute sexy black bra. She was far too weak to resist as I stripped
her, and even appeared to cooperate to get the discomfort over as quickly as
possible. It would have been fun for me to fondle her right then, but I was
also interested in her pleasure as well, and that wouldn't have happened with
the pain she was in.

I moved forward on my quarry once again, sidling comfortably onto her tummy
and forcing her down flat on the bed. I then clamped metal bracelets from the
box onto her wrists. I could have performed this operation much earlier, but
wanted my subject to be fully cognizant of the degree of her subjugation, and
exactly who was doing this to her. "You will wear these bracelets all the time
you spend as my guest. They are specially designed by me, just for you. They
are made of 10 karat silver and the rest alloy, with just sufficient
kryptonite imbedded to lessen your strength to a controllable degree. It will
zap your superpowers to an extent to render you just like a normal person. The
bracelets have a lock mechanism which requires a special key that is not
stored on this property. They also have hooks on the back that latch into a
clamp on the bedpost there. Oh, let me demonstrate."

And I took her right hand and pulled it over to the post, where I snapped the
hook on her wrist bracelet to the locking mechanism on the bedpost. I then
repeated the manoeuver with the other hand, rendering my young beauty shackled
and helpless. The mechanism wasn't really locked and would release easily at a
touch but, attached at the back of the bracelet, was out of reach of the
captive. With Supergirl trussed and defenseless, I unclasped the hook on her
skirt and removed it, leaving her lying there in matching black bra and
panties. I'd purchased several sets of underwear in anticipation of her visit,
as that would be the only garments I would allow her. However I'd purchased
them all in pink, thinking of my captive as young and 'girly'. The color may
have been a mistake as the black was definitely more sexy and cried out for
attention.

"It's not proper wearing boots to bed", I said, "We'll just get rid of these.
There are slippers in your closet". With that I grabbed a boot and worked if
off her leg. The knee high footwear was a gorgeous soft red leather creation,
with a small 'S' logo on the outer side. I relieved her of the other one as
well, hoping that they would fit my feet.

Gathering up her clothes and boots, I headed for the bedroom door, stopping
briefly to give my captured princess one last triumphant leer. "Be back to
release you in about an hour. I'll bring your supper then as well. After that
you will have freedom here in your apartment. Anything you need, just ask and
I'll see what I can do. I'll get rid of this box now, and I promise I'll never
use it on you again."

********

I had an enjoyable hour, exercising with my weights and watching the TV
monitor as my young protegee vainly attempt to escape her shackles. She gave
up after about 15 minutes, and then quit trying. Gradually the muscles of her
face relaxed into sleep, and she looked so cute, helpless and innocent that my
heart ached to comfort her. If I hadn't already been in love with my young
friend, I would now have been hopelessly infatuated.

I let her sleep for a couple hours until she showed signs of waking. Then I
headed down to release her bonds and deliver her supper. I had made her food
earlier and microwaved it just before needed. From the Internet I'd learned
that superheros from Krypton ate the same food as we did. The only unusal
preparation I employed was the strong dose of aphrodisiac I'd added. Of course
I included an equal amount in my own food since I didn't want her being the
only one to have fun.

********

I spent much of the next 3 days visiting with my captive, both establishing my
authority, by giving a few minor orders, and developing a relationship. I was
kind and pleasant, except for the one time she refused to obey. She wouldn't
tell me her real name. I took her over my knee and spanked her with a
kryptonite-impregnated glove until she answered my query. I had no intention
of calling her Supergirl for the duration, and 'Kara' is such a pretty name.
It means 'gem' in German and suits her well.

When I wasn't visiting with my guest, I was usually upstairs watching her on
the monitors. I'd fed her a steady diet of aphrodisiac in every meal, and she
was showing signs of sexual frustration. She would lie on her bed, touching
her breasts and tummy, writhing sensuously to her own caress. I expected her
to masturbate, and would have been pleased to watch. But she never took her
desire that far. Either her reticence was to maintain her purity, or because
she just didn't know how.

The evening of the fourth day, I made my move. While we were talking, I simply
picked her up and carried her to the bed. Perhaps she didn't realize what I
was about because at first she laughed. I straddled her body, and as she
realized I was serious, began to resist. I then spent a pleasant 5 minutes
wrestling with her and establishing my superior strength. Holding her down fed
my need for control, and I enjoyed the feel of her body struggling beneath
mine. Finally I ended the sport by attaching her metal wrist bracelets to the
bed posts. With my victim helpless, I reached behind her back and unfastened
her bra, removing it and tossing it aside. The sight of her breasts were all
I'd ever imagined. The two voluptuous mounds were a bit disappointing,
flattened as they were by gravity, but the nipples were 3/4 of an inch long
and deliciously swollen. Their delicate pink was surrounded by deep purplish
aureola. I drew one into my mouth and sucked greedily, getting my reward from
a low moan from my victim. The nipple felt hot and rubbery as I relentlessly
tongued it's delicious texture. Kara murmured a weak "stop please", but was
squirming so much that I couldn't take her seriously. I did eventually release
the first oral captive, but only to pay equal attention to it's splendid mate.

Then I moved higher and began to feather my lips against her neck, leaving the
stimulation of her breasts to my two thumbs. Her delightful torso squirmed to
my touch and her hips thrust upwards, pressing her sex hard against mine. I
was so horny I could have screamed. It took all my control to tear myself away
long enough to pull her briefs down and off her body. Perhaps sensing my goal
and her own vulnerability, she tried to keep me from moving between her legs.
But I managed to insert a knee and gradually forced her limbs apart.

"No, please. I've never done this."

"Then I'll be very gentle." I lied.

I have always considered the vagina to be beautiful. Hers was very visible,
covered only lightly with blond hairs. I lowered myself and inspected my
prize, while my arms busied themselves by reaching down and under her thighs
and buttocks, then back up to her chest where they began to once again fondle
her nipples. Then I attacked her sex, my tongue driving deep inside, searching
for her clit. I knew I had arrived when she inhaled half the air in the room
and her body arched so strongly that her back came off the bed. I was
merciless, working her young body like a fine violin; gently tweaking her
nipples, then squeezing and pinching; feathering her clitoris, then driving my
tongue firmly and vigorously into her sex. Her body thrashed about helplessly
in my grasp. She came fast and hard, a tribute, no doubt, to her youth, my
expertise and her aphrodisiac-saturated body. She had no defence and I quickly
drove her to a massive orgasm.

We cuddled together for about 15 minutes. Then I abruptly got off her body,
released her arms, left her bedroom, climbed the stairs, and locked her in for
the night. Then I hurried to the monitor room to watch, and to evaluate the
effect of our tryst on her. I also quickly stripped off my own clothes. My
actions had aroused more than just my victim. She had climaxed but I hadn't,
and I sorely needed a little gratification. I was so worked up that it only
took seconds. But my pleasure was magnified 100 times by viewing my recent
conquest while I came.

**********

I repeated my seduction (rape?) for the next 3 nights in succession, the only
difference being that I stripped myself first before taking my prey. However
from the 2nd evening, Kara allowed me to bind her without struggle, so I hoped
that she wasn't totally turned off by my sexual aggressiveness. I found I
could easily bring her to orgasm, but that didn't mean that she didn't despise
the perpetrator.

I got my first clue that I was winning the battle on the 4th evening, when,
with a shy and embarrassed grin, she suggested that it might not be necessary
to tie her up that evening. Then we made love for the first time as a couple.
And for the first time, I kissed her, since I didn't dare attempt that while I
was unsure how receptive she would be. It was a nice surprise to discover that
she was interested in making me come. Being inexperienced, she needed a little
coaching, but fortunately proved a quick learner. My young captive had come to
me innocent and naive, but appeared to be enjoying sex. I was surprised, but
very pleased, that she was proving of being a regular little slut.

********

From that evening, I slept with my young captive, cradling and cuddling.
However I could never be sure she was completely mine and that she wouldn't
attempt an escape at the first chance. Therefore we slept together in her
basement apartment with the door to the stairs locked and the key hidden in a
different spot each night.

However over the next 3 weeks, we made love once or twice each evening and she
appeared to be as subservient as I could have wished. It seemed that I was
correct in my initial reading of her character as submissive. Take away the
superpowers and I had a sweet, malleable sex slave that I could control and
love.

One evening as I sat on the bed, straddling my young conquest, prior to our
normal sexual endeavors, I grabbed her one wrist and hooked the
kryptonite-laced bracelet to the bed post. Then I repeated the operation with
the other arm.

"What are you doing?" she queried in obvious puzzlement. There was no fear
because by now she knew that I would never do her any real harm.

"I have a surprise for you. I purchased it this morning in town and I hope you
like it." Then I excused myself, toddled naked up the stairs and returned
shortly with a small gift-wrapped package.

"I guess I'd better unwrap your present for you, since you seem to be quite
tied up at the moment."

Kara's attention was fully on the package as I slowly tore at the paper. That
allowed me to clandestinely watch her reaction as I finally displayed her
gift.

However there was no reaction other than a frown of bewilderment. "What is
it?" I had hoped to see something in the line of fear or joy or a little of
both, but her naivety was charming.

"Guess I better show you, then." as I took a jar of vaseline and lubricated
both parts of the double dildo. It wasn't until I was slowly working my half
into my sex that Kara realized my intentions. "No, please. It looks way to
big." she pleaded, apparently not realizing just how enlarged a male organ
could be and that the female receptacle was designed to adapt. I just smiled,
but she kept protesting while I finished strapping the thing to my torso.

I moved slowly up between her legs, wanting as much to see her reactions as to
accomplish the rape. Sensing the inevitable, Kara mewed pitiously, "Please
don't hurt me Karen."

"Oh, sweetheart. You know I'd never do that. I will take it so slowly that
you'll be begging for relief."

I did take it easy, letting the tip of the dildo feather the lips of her sex,
then penetrating ever so slightly, letting my young friend accustomize herself
both to the delectable feel of the instrument and to the inevitability of her
fate. When I began to move the false penis in and out an inch or so, I watched
with delight as Kara's eyes glazed over and she began to moan lightly. I
relished my control over this youngster and understood the power the male
experiences as he ravishes the weaker female beneath him. But it was I who had
the superior organ since the staying power of my dildo was infinitely superior
to that of any man.

A little further in my penetration, I met resistance and gave a quick sudden
thrust. Kara let out a small yelp of pain, as I breeched her hymen, and as
Shakespeare so eloquently put it "broke her virgin knot". Perhaps, had she not
lost her superpowers, that little item might have been as indestructible as
the rest of her body and she might have taken it intact to her grave. Kara
enjoyed sex, and the slight pain was soon forgotten. As I drove the plastic
weapon deeper and deeper, her body began writhing beneath me and her hips
pressed up hard to greet my thrusts.

But I was not immune and the pressures of the dildo against my clit were
nearly unbearably. I lost control and began thrusting hard and fast, no longer
the benevolent queen, mindful of the needs of her minion below, but suddenly
the barbarian, raping and plundering without care. We both came nearly
together, and the explosion was wonderful. Then in the aftermath, we laid
together in each other's arms, whimpering and mewing, kissing and cuddling,
our bodies welded together as one with the instrument of pleasure still deep
inside us both.

********

Kara wore her kryptonite wrist bracelets at all times. She had no means of
removing them and I kept the keys in a safe deposit box in a bank downtown. I
now felt that I had total psychological control and didn't really require the
bracelets to dominate her. However it was easier for both of us to visualize
her as a submissive if she wasn't hundred's of times stronger than me.

Unfortunately my young friend had been enjoying the easy life a little too
much. Someone had to cook and clean and I preferred that it wasn't me. It was
time to put her easy life aside. I'd treated her as a princess in order to win
her affection, but I had no intention of being her slave. I informed her of
her duties about the house - cooking and cleaning. Apparently superheros
weren't accustomed to those kind of jobs, and it took the threat of a spanking
with the special gloves to persuade her that she was no longer a pampered
feline. She didn't like it, but whenever she started to pout, I would also
threaten to withhold sex.

The need for Kara to work meant that she was allowed upstairs. Of course the
upstairs had window bars and doors imbedded with kryptonite. However soon the
two of us were enjoying a glass of wine outside on the porch together. Then
over the next few months the we began walking the trails in the woods behind
the house and taking drives in the country in the evening.

I guess the ultimate test of my confidence in Kara came when I suggested we go
shopping together in a small, out of the way, art and clothing store. That
outing would give her a chance to confess to being Supergirl and captive, and
to ask the store clerks for assistance - a means to escape my clutches and to
regain her strength and her past life. But Kara came through splendidly,
saying nothing and willingly returning home with me and with our purchases. Of
course I was ever so pleased because it meant that she accepted my dominance
completely. After that we went out together often, and I knew she would be
mine forever.

I never did tell Kara that first time out shopping, that I had previously
notified the store that I was a nurse and would be bringing a friend on a
temporarily release from a mental hospital, that the friend had delusions of
grandeur, and that I might need assistance. I'd also taken along a hypodermic
needle with a strong sedative in case my 'psychotic friend' should have a
relapse and might have needed restraint.