I’m working on Superman/Lois Lane femdom erotica. Posting what I’ve got so far here for posterity’s sake (so that I do not forget to finish it)

“It’s time to wake up Clark. Open your eyes.”

Superman yawned and sleepily opened his eyes, waking up on his belly, seeing golden light bathing the room in the early morning. He went to stretch, but he found that he couldn’t move his arms. He looked around, surprised to find that all four of his limbs were bound to a corner of the bed. Worse yet, the strongest man in the world couldn’t break them. He was bound, face down, unable to escape.

“Lois, what’s going on? Are you ok??” the hero asked, scanning the room as much as his position would allow.

“Oh I’m fine dear. I found all of these pretty glowing rocks in your trophy room. I thought the gold one made for a nice contrast with my makeup, so I just put it by the bed.” She held out her hand, showing off manicured black nails, rimmed in radiating gold light. “How do you like it?” Kryptonite. Gold kryptonite. Gold kryptonite that rendered him as weak as any normal man.

“L-Lois dear, that’s kryptonite. You need to get it away from me, i-it’s-“

“I know what it is, dear. You showed it all to me and told me what every color did when you first brought me here.”

Something about why is she doing this

“Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be known as ‘Superman’s Girlfriend: Lois Lane?’ I’m a reporter. I’m one of the most widely read writers in the world. I’ve covered wars, alien invasions, won every award a reporter can win. But around the world, I’m known first and foremost as ‘Superman’s girlfriend.’ It doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

She’s tired of all the talk about how strong he is. “You certainly don’t seem stronger than a locomotive right now. Go ahead, break those ropes. Show me how strong you are.” He struggles a bunch. She spanks him. He’s never felt pain like this before. She checks in, asks for a safeword, he’s good to continue (blue is his good to continue safeword). But write it good.

“Now that we’ve established who’s in charge here, I have a question for you, dear. Do you remember that article about us that showed up in that dirty magazine? What was it called?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Lois. I-“

“Yes you do. You showed it to me. You thought it was funny. Tell me what it was called.”

“… it was called manofsteelwomanof-“

She grabbed his nipple between her fingernails and twisted. “I can’t hear you.”

“Ahhh! It was called Man of Steel, Woman of Tissue Paper! Man of Steel, Woman of Tissue Paper! Please Lois, please-“

She let his nipple go. “There we go. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey.” She softly grabbed his nipple again. “Now, tell me Clark. If this is steel,” she pinched hard with her finger and thumb, eliciting a cry from the bound hero, “how can little ol’ tissue paper make it scream so loudly with just two fingers?” She twisted and pulled as she finished speaking, filling the chamber with the Kryptonian’s screams of pain.

She released him. “Hmm? Can you answer my question?”

“I’m sorry Lois, I just thought it was funny!”

“Is it still funny, Clark?”

He said nothing, just whimpered softly at the aches he’d never felt before.

She stood up, backing away from him.“Hmph. Well, since you seem to be tissue paper like me now, maybe we should make you a woman too.” She walked to the kryptonite collection, looking for just the right rosy shade to transform her beloved.

She set the pink kryptonite on the other side of the bed, opposite the gold. “I’ll leave you with that for a bit, let it do its job, and then when I get back, we’ll really have fun.”

She comes back, he’s been force fem’d by the pink K, he has boobs and a pussy now. She starts calling him Clara instead of Clark. She pulls out her vibrator and edges him a lot. But write all of that so that it’s good and people will jerk off to it.

Hours later, Lois held Clark against her chest. They lay entwined under soft sheets in the fortress’ master suite.

“Is that what you wanted dear?”

“That was incredible, thank you so much Lois.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I loved seeing you let loose and enjoy yourself darling.” She squeezed Clark tight. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Clark rolled off of Lois’ chest, settling face up on the other side of the bed. Lois rolled after him, sitting up and admiring her lover’s body.

She reached out and grabbed a handful of still transformed tit. “How long do the effects of pink K last?” She asked as she rolled a stiffening nipple between her fingers.

Clark whimpered. “I think it should be about a day until I’m back to normal from all the Kryptonite. W-why do you ask?”

“Oh no reason,” she said as she slid her hand down, between Clark’s legs, trailing a feather light touch over the tender clit between his legs. His whole body shook at the sensation, his clit still raw and over-sensitive from everything Lois had put it through. She kissed him on the cheek as she pulled away “Just let me know if you want another round.”