Diana and Miss Robin.

"Wow, you really need to clean up," Miss Robin teased, her voice echoing through the grand hall of Wonder Woman's mansion. She twirled the gold lasso around her index finger, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Wonder Woman, caught off guard by the intrusion, glanced around frantically for a way to escape. Her powerful limbs were bound tightly behind her back, the lasso's magic ensuring she couldn't use her strength to free herself. "What do you want, Miss Robin?" she asked, her voice strained with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Miss Robin's smile grew wider as she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, I want so many things," she purred, tracing a finger down the curve of Diana's cheek. "But first, I want to show everyone that I'm not just Batwoman's sidekick anymore. I'm the new boss of Gotham."

With a dramatic flourish, Miss Robin pulled a camera out of her utility belt and snapped a photo of the bound superheroine. The flash was blinding, and Diana flinched. "These will be great for my promotional material," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Imagine the headlines: 'Wonder Woman in the Clutches of Gotham's Newest Criminal Mastermind!' You're going to help me build my reputation, Diana."

SUMMARY^1: Miss Robin surprises Wonder Woman in her home, having already subdued her with a gold lasso that renders her helpless. She reveals her intent to form a gang in Gotham and establish herself as a leader, using Wonder Woman as a hostage to demonstrate her power. She takes polaroids to **** and humiliate the superheroine, hinting at a series of degrading acts she plans to **** her to perform.

Diana's heart sank as Miss Robin leaned in closer, her breath warm against the Amazon's ear. "You see, I know all your secrets," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Your true identity, your weaknesses, everything. If you don't cooperate, I'll make sure everyone else does. Starting with those pathetic Justice League boys."

The implications of Miss Robin's words were not lost on Diana. The thought of her personal life being exposed to the world, her friends and colleagues seeing her in such a **** state, filled her with dread. She knew she had to find a way out of this, but the lasso's power was too strong. Reluctantly, she nodded, agreeing to go along with Miss Robin's twisted plan.

Miss Robin's eyes lit up at Diana's submission. "Good girl," she said, patting the side of Diana's face with a condescending air. "Now, let's get started, shall we?" She stepped back and gave a sharp tug on the lasso, pulling Diana's arms up even higher. Diana gritted her teeth against the pain and tried to ignore the way her breasts pushed against the fabric of her costume, the tightness of her binds leaving her feeling exposed and humiliated.

Miss Robin snapped another photo, capturing Diana's look of defeat. "Perfect," she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now, for your first act as my loyal servant."

SUMMARY^1: Miss Robin leverages her knowledge of Wonder Woman's secrets to threaten her into compliance. The villainess expresses her desire to dominate and humiliate Diana, using the lasso to maintain control and taking more incriminating photos for her nefarious purposes.

Diana's eyes widened as Miss Robin pulled out a small, black remote. She pointed it at Diana's costume and clicked a button. The fabric began to shrink and change, morphing into something much more... revealing. The bodice tightened, pushing her breasts together until they threatened to spill out. The skirt shortened to a scandalously high length, leaving most of her toned thighs exposed. The golden eagle emblem on her chest shifted, the wings spreading out and wrapping around her neck, creating a makeshift collar.

"What is this?" Diana gasped, her cheeks flushing with humiliation as she felt the costume conform to her body.

"It's a little something I've been working on," Miss Robin said, her grin wicked. "A little makeover to go with your new role. I call it the 'Submissive Siren'. Perfect for a hero turned servant, don't you think?"

Diana's eyes narrowed, but she knew better than to resist. She had to play along if she wanted to keep her secret identity and the safety of her friends. Miss Robin stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, let's get to the fun part," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I want you to say it. Tell me you're my servant."

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, her pride stinging. "I am your servant," she **** out, the words feeling like acid on her tongue.

Miss Robin clapped her hands in glee. "Excellent!" she exclaimed. "Now, let's get you on your knees." With another flick of her wrist, the lasso tightened around Diana's waist, pulling her down to the cold marble floor. "You're going to serve me," she continued, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "And you're going to love it."

Diana's jaw clenched as she felt the coolness of the floor against her bare skin. The new costume was designed to not only humiliate but also to arouse, and she could feel the heat spreading through her body despite her anger and fear. "What do you want me to do?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Miss Robin leaned down, her lips so close to Diana's ear that she could feel the warmth of her breath. "You're going to kiss my boots," she whispered, her voice a dark caress. "And you're going to do it like you mean it."

Diana's eyes flashed with defiance, but the lasso's power was absolute. She leaned in, her heart racing as she felt the smooth leather of Miss Robin's boot press against her lips. The taste was foreign, and the act was degrading, but she had ****. She kissed the boot, feeling the softness of her own lips against the unforgiving material.

Miss Robin chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of the mighty Wonder Woman in such a submissive position. "Good girl," she praised, patting Diana's head like she would a well-behaved pet. "Now, let's move on to the next part of your training."

With a flick of her wrist, the lasso loosened slightly, allowing Diana to stand. However, her hands remained bound tightly behind her back, leaving her feeling more **** than ever. Miss Robin sauntered over to a nearby table and picked up a leather riding crop. "I expect absolute obedience," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "If you don't give it, I'll have to remind you why you should."

Diana's eyes followed the crop as Miss Robin tapped it against her palm. She had faced countless battles and overcome incredible adversaries, but the thought of enduring this kind of treatment from someone she had once considered a friend was almost too much to bear. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice low and trembling.

Miss Robin's smile grew more wicked with each passing second. "I want to see you beg," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Beg for mercy, beg for relief, beg for anything that crosses your mind. And I want it all on camera, for the world to see."

Diana's pride burned as she took in the sight of the camera, already aimed and ready to capture her humiliation. The lasso's power held her firmly, stripping her of any hope of escape or defiance. She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her situation bear down on her. "I'll do whatever you say," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Miss Robin's grin widened. "That's more like it," she said, tapping the crop against her thigh. "Now, let's begin. On your knees, Diana."

Diana's heart raced as she lowered herself back to the floor, the coldness of the marble sending a shiver up her spine. She watched as Miss Robin approached, the crop held loosely in her hand, the threat of its use a palpable presence in the air. "Please," she began, her voice shaking slightly, "have mercy."

Miss Robin's laugh was cruel. "Mercy?" she repeated, tilting her head to the side. "You know I'm not one for mercy, Diana. Not anymore." She brought the crop down lightly against Diana's shoulder, eliciting a gasp from the bound heroine. "Beg for it like you mean it."

Wonder Woman closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything you want. Just... don't hurt me."

Miss Robin leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "You'll do anything?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "Anything at all?"

Diana's eyes snapped open, meeting Miss Robin's gaze. "Yes," she said, her voice firm despite the fear and humiliation coursing through her. "Anything to prevent the world from seeing these photos."

Miss Robin's smile grew even more sinister as she circled Diana, the crop tracing a pattern in the air. "Very well," she said, her tone mocking. "Your first task is to prove your loyalty to me and my new gang. You will perform an act of... obedience."

Diana's eyes searched Miss Robin's, looking for any sign of compassion or mercy, but found only cold determination. "What must I do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"First, you will worship my nyloned feet," Miss Robin declared, her voice dripping with a newfound dominance. She extended one leg, the shiny black nylon stocking glinting in the soft light. "You will call me Mistress Robin from now on, and you will show your submission to me."

Wonder Woman felt a mix of anger and humiliation as she lowered her gaze to the dainty foot before her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. With as much grace as she could muster in her bound state, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the arch of Miss Robin's foot. The feel of the cool nylon against her skin was a stark reminder of her current predicament.

Miss Robin sighed contentedly. "That's it," she encouraged. "Lick them. Show me how much you adore me, your new mistress."

Diana's cheeks burned with shame as she obeyed, her tongue gliding over the smooth fabric, feeling the outline of Miss Robin's toes and the arch of her foot. She tasted the faint scent of leather from the boot, the reality of her situation sinking in with every stroke.

Miss Robin watched her with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," she murmured. "So obedient. Now, let's see how far that obedience will take us."

With a flick of her wrist, she pointed the remote again and pressed a button. Diana felt a sudden shift in the lasso's hold on her, and the next thing she knew, she was dressed in a traditional French maid's outfit. The short skirt barely covered her hips, and the tight corset accentuated her curves in a way that was both uncomfortable and embarrassing. The frilly apron did nothing to cover the expanse of her bare skin.

Miss Robin cackled at the sight. "Perfect," she said, snapping a few more photos. "Now, let's get to the real fun, shall we?"

Diana's mind raced, trying to anticipate what her former ally had in store for her. The thought of being used to build Miss Robin's new gang's reputation was almost too much to bear. She had to find a way out of this. But how could she escape the unbreakable grip of the lasso and the cunning mind behind it?

As if reading her thoughts, Miss Robin leaned in closer, her eyes piercing through the mask of obedience Diana was struggling to maintain. "Remember, Wonder Maid," she said, using the degrading title with relish, "you are bound by the lasso of truth. Any attempt to escape, any lie or disobedience, and I'll make sure the whole world sees just how pathetic you really are."

With a dramatic flair, Miss Robin clicked her fingers and the lasso loosened, allowing Diana to stand, her hand now free she still had **** but to obey Robin.

"Now," Miss Robin said, her voice a seductive purr. "You will not try to escape, and you will obey my every command. Do you understand?"

Wonder Woman nodded, her eyes downcast. The weight of the lasso's power was like a physical **** pressing down on her, leaving no room for doubt. She was trapped in this nightmare, and the only way out was to play along. "Yes, Mistress Robin," she murmured, the title sticking in her throat like a mouthful of bitter herbs.

Miss Robin stepped back, her eyes scanning Diana's transformed figure with a critical eye. "You clean up nicely," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see how well you serve." She gestured towards the grand staircase. "I expect you to be the most attentive and obedient servant a supervillain could ever ask for."

Diana followed her upstairs, her legs wobbling slightly in the high-heeled shoes that were now part of her ridiculous costume. The lasso's power ensured that she couldn't even think about attacking or escaping. Her mind raced, searching for a way out of this, but she knew she had to bide her time. For now, she would play the part, hoping to find a moment of weakness in Miss Robin's plan.

Once they reached the second floor, Miss Robin opened the door to a luxurious room filled with opulent furnishings and a large four-poster bed. Diana's stomach dropped as she realized this was going to be her prison for the foreseeable future. Miss Robin sailed over to the bed, her cape billowing dramatically behind her. "You will sleep here," she said, patting the silk sheets with a gloved hand. "And you will serve me whenever I require it."

Diana's eyes narrowed as she took in her surroundings. The room was tastefully decorated in shades of black and red, with various instruments of bondage and punishment displayed on the walls like trophies. It was clear that Miss Robin had been planning this for some time. "What are you planning to do with me?" Diana asked, her voice firm despite the fear that was trying to take hold.

Miss Robin turned to face her, the crop still in hand. "Oh, I have so many plans," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But for now, I want you to serve me dinner."

Diana felt a flicker of anger at the command, but she knew she had ****. She had to play along, to find a way to turn the tables without revealing her true feelings or intentions. She nodded and headed downstairs to the kitchen, her mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and escape. But the lasso's grip around her neck was like a collar keeping her in servitude.

As she prepared a meal fit for a villain, her thoughts drifted to her fellow superheroes. How could she warn them of Miss Robin's new path? How could she protect her identity and maintain the integrity of the Justice League while being subjected to this twisted game? The smell of sizzling steak and the clinking of fine china only served to remind her of the charade she was playing.

When she returned to the room with the tray in hand, Miss Robin was already lounging on the bed, her legs crossed and her hands behind her head. "Ah, my faithful servant," she purred. "Come closer so I may indulge in the feast you've prepared."

Wonder Woman approached, her eyes never leaving Miss Robin's. The tray was heavy with the weight of her situation, but she managed to keep her balance and serve her captor without spilling a drop. Miss Robin took her time, savoring each bite while Diana remained standing, waiting for the next command.

After what felt like an eternity, Miss Robin set her plate aside and patted the bed next to her. "Come," she said, her voice a soft command. "I need my feet rubbed."

Wonder Woman approached the bed, her stomach churning with a mix of anger and degradation. She sat on the edge, her eyes never leaving Miss Robin's, who was now lounging back, her boots kicked off to the side. "I want you to rub them," Miss Robin ordered, extending her stocking-covered legs towards Diana. "And make it good. I've had a long day of planning world domination, after all."

Diana took a deep breath and reached for Miss Robin's foot, her hands trembling slightly. As she began to massage the arch with her thumbs, she felt the fabric of the nylons glide over the contours of the villain's foot. Miss Robin sighed contentedly, her eyes closing as she leaned back into the plush pillows. Despite her situation, Diana couldn't help but feel a strange sense of power in being the one to bring her tormentor pleasure.

"How does it feel, my dear servant?" Miss Robin asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Tell me the truth. Tell me how it feels to be at my mercy."

Wonder Woman paused, her hands still working the arch of Miss Robin's foot. The lasso's power was unyielding, forcing her to be honest. "It feels... degrading," she admitted, the words coming out in a pained whisper.

Miss Robin's eyes snapped open, her smile growing wider at Diana's admission. "But isn't that the point?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "To show the world that even the mighty Wonder Woman can be brought low?"

Diana's jaw tightened as she continued the massage, her mind racing for a way to break free. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice low and controlled. "What could you possibly hope to gain from humiliating me?"

Miss Robin's smile never wavered. "Isn't it obvious?" she replied, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Power, Diana. The kind of power that comes from knowing you can bring someone so strong to their knees. The kind of power that comes from controlling the uncontrollable." She paused, her foot moving slightly under Diana's touch. "But fear not, my dear. Your suffering is merely the beginning of my grand design."

Diana's eyes narrowed. "And what is this 'grand design' of yours?" she asked through gritted teeth, the frustration in her voice barely concealed.

Miss Robin sat up, her expression growing serious. "I'm going to take over Gotham," she said, her eyes flashing with a cold determination. "And I'm going to do it with an army of loyal followers who know that even the great Wonder Woman is no match for me. You're going to be my poster girl, Diana. The symbol of what happens when you cross me."

The weight of Miss Robin's words hit Diana like a ton of bricks. She had to find a way to stop her before it was too late. But how could she, when she was so utterly helpless?

"Now, now," Miss Robin chided, her smile returning as she took Diana's chin in her hand, tilting her face up to meet her gaze. "Let's not spoil the mood. We have more... activities planned for the evening." She gestured to the tray of food, now cold and untouched. "Clear this up, and then you can join me in the bathroom."

Diana felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her. "The bathroom?" she repeated, her voice strained.

Miss Robin nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, my pet. I want to see you clean up after me, just like any good servant should." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Diana's ear. "And don't even think about trying anything. The lasso won't let you."

Wonder Woman's jaw clenched as she took the tray, her mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and escape. But she knew the truth in Miss Robin's words. With the lasso around her neck, she was powerless to do anything but obey. She carried the tray out of the room and into the hallway, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. The opulence of her surroundings only served to highlight the stark contrast between her usual life and the current state of servitude she found herself in.

As she approached the grand bathroom, the sound of running water grew louder. She pushed the heavy door open to find Miss Robin lounging in a bubble-filled bathtub, surrounded by candles and the scent of expensive perfumes. "Ah, there you are," Miss Robin said, her voice laden with satisfaction. "Come, help me wash up."

Diana's cheeks burned as she stepped into the steamy room. The lasso's power was a constant, unyielding reminder of her new role. With trembling hands, she picked up a washcloth and approached the bathtub, her eyes avoiding the villain's smug gaze. She dipped the cloth into the warm water, lathered it with soap, and began to gently scrub Miss Robin's shoulder.

Miss Robin sighed contentedly, leaning back against the tub. "Mm, that's perfect," she purred. "Keep going."

Diana's hands moved in methodical strokes, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and retribution. She had to find a way out of this situation, but for now, she had to play along. She took another deep breath and focused on the task at hand, her eyes never leaving the villain's face.

Miss Robin watched her with a smug smile, enjoying every moment of Diana's humiliation. "You know," she said lazily, "I've always wondered what you would look like in a more... servile role. And let me tell you, my dear, you do not disappoint."