A blowjob

“Typical male!” she scoffs, “Not enough blood for both ends.”

“Count on it!” you declare with a broad wicked leer. “So do you agree?”

She rolls her beautiful blue eyes. “I perform oral sex on you, and in return you agree to let me go, delete the recording you made – no backups of any kind! – and swear to forget all the identities I told you and never tell another soul about any of this?”

You nod. “You also give your word that you will leave me alone, not retaliate for anything I’ve done or send any of your friends after me.”

She thinks for a moment, obviously looking for a way out of her predicament that doesn’t involve getting face fucked.

“You’re asking yourself if you can trust me?”

“Actually no. I have no intention of trusting you, but I trust the lasso.”

“Huh?”

“If someone voluntarily swears an oath on the lasso, that oath becomes True and they can’t break it. Well, most people can’t; I know a god who once did.”

“Huh. Well I have had women call me God in the throes of passion, but realistically I think you’re probably safe. Can the lasso make someone forget things? That doesn’t sounds very truthful.”

“It cannot falsify memories. But if you willingly swear to forget a thing, the information will gradually fade from memory until you remember that you used to know certain names but can no longer recall them.”

“Nifty. Works for me. Do we have a deal?”

The bound Amazon stares you in the eyes for a moment, her face hard. It takes some effort to meet that stare, but you match her gaze. “Very well. I swear that I will perform oral sex on you…”

“You’re going to give me the best blowjob I’ve ever had is what you’re going to do!”

She pauses, a sardonic smirk on her face. “I swear to give you the best blowjob you have ever experienced, in exchange for my release and you destroying all trace of the identities of my friends and forgetting those names. Once freed, I will not seek vengeance against you, nor encourage any of my colleagues to do so, trusting that the gods will grant you the punishment you so richly deserve.”

“Nice. And I swear to hold up my end of this bargain.” You feel a tingle like static electricity from the lasso, and you know instinctively that the deal is set and binding.

Wonder Woman nods, like you just concluded a business agreement. “If I am to pleasure you, it would be advantageous to have my hands free.”