eeling your Master' s cock filling up your lowly slave ass with your reward, didn' t you, boy? So now you want to return the favor, don' t you, Superslave."
"Yes, Master. .... " Superman respectfully replied, making sure not to cum unless his new owner said he could.
"Well then, shower me with yratitude, slave!", Spellbinder said as he grabbed a hold of Superman' s throbbing ilked it until his slave shot one more load. But this was the superhero' s biggest ejaculation so far as The Man of Steel' s Kryptonian cum kept flowing out of his pissslit for at least for a minute or two before it finally stopped.
After he licked Superman' s splooge off his fingers, the Spellbinder went bato his little black bag and removed from it a kryptonite cock cage which he then secured around Superman' s reg dick.
"There, now your cock is locked up and only I release it from its cage. ... That' s the way it should be, right, Superslave?" asked Spellbinder.
"Yes, Master .... That' s the way it should be, oh my magnifit Spellbinder! ..... " the hypnotized hero ceded.
After removing the ropes from his ankles and wrists, Spellbinder instructed Superman to get down on his khen the villain took a leather leash out of his bag and latched it on to the kryptonite collar around Superman' s neck. It was merely symbolic but it said so much more. The Man of Steel was now the sinister Spellbinder' s pet ..... for life.
Keeping a tight reign on his lease, Spellbinder patted Superman on the head in a desding manner and then grabbed a hold of his thick black mane. He pulled Superman' s head straight back, stuck his tongue down his throat, the go of his hair.
Standing above the fallen hero, who was now on all fours like a well-trained puppy dog, Spellbiared down upon his former foe and said, "Good boy! If only the good citizens of Metropolis could see you now, Stuper-Fool! .... Their once-mighty hero has just been reduced to a mere mutt! I ' t wait