Superheroine Slaughter?

This example of D/s and the eroticism of losing control just rolled through my head.

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"What's the party called again?" Maid Lily asked as she and Avenging Angel strode towards the giant warehouse complex.

"It's a Superheroine Slaughter party." Avenging Angel replied, an eager smile teasing at her lush lips as she ran her hands down her curvy form.

"That's a crazy name!" Maid Lily laughed, her ample bosom jiggling enticingly in her lace top as she did. "Why is it called that?"

"Because it's all about slaughtering superheroines like us." Avenging Angel purred, full hips wriggling eagerly.

"Ha-ha! But, thanks to our super formula injections, we're all indestructible - bullets bounce off of us and we can use train tracks as toothpicks! So, what's the joke?" Maid Lily asked, bemused by the idea and curious why her sexy compatriot was so keyed up.

"No joke. And, that's the point." Avenging Angel replied. "At this party, you can die."

"Whaaat?!? How?" Maid Lily gasped, a surge running up her spine at the thought.

"Party secret. But, it works. Remember Dashette?" Avenging Angel asked.

"Yes! She's the sexy red blur from Chicago!" Maid Lily nodded.

"Was." Avenging Angel corrected. "And tonight Autumn Wild has promised me a game of chess with the winner getting to end the life of the loser in any way they choose."

"Either you or the Maid of the Grove will die tonight?!?" Maid Lily blurted, eyes huge. "That's... that's c-"

"So fucking hot." Avenging Angel moaned, hunger in her voice. "Feeling risk again? Peril? Knowing that, for the first time in ages your life and limb depend on what's about to happen? Ohhh... oh yes. I'll have some of that."

"That's... that's..."

"What's happening at this party. Come on girl, let's risk death to live a little." Avenging Angel purred, leading Maid Lily by the hand and into the party.
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I blame Kathyrne and her peril art for a big part of this.

But, the point is that when someone has great power and control, letting go of it all can be the sexiest damn thing in the world.

Cheers,
Bill