Flashback: Catwoman Works her Ass at the Gym

Before gaining cosmic power. Before improving everyone's lives. Before making the entire universe so different it can never be changed back. She was just a regular every day beautiful Gotham City supervillainess & sex symbol...

Catwoman was horny. It always happened before a heist. The days leading up to a job were always filled with building excitement, and giddy anticipation. Just reviewing her plans she would sit topless in the secret concealed room of her apartment slowly tweaking her nipples, keeping her arousal just at edge of climax. The familiar hot tingling spreading across her smooth silky body. The duel itching sensation deep in her needy glistening pussy and hungry plump bubble butt.

"Fuck! I need-ta build this juicy ass!" Catwoman unconsciously blurted out to the empty apartment. Her eyes seemingly glazed over as the normally powerful intelligent criminal mastermind spoke the words aloud as if programmed. Catwoman posed for a long moment as if on display for someone else. Her curvy hips swayed side to side and her clit tickled as she licked her plump lips seductively, shivering when the phantom movement of her tongue seemingly circled her own clit. Quickly pulling on her favorite exercise outfit, she posed for herself in the mirror. Looking at her sculpted body her sensual lips curled into a perfect wicked smile as she took in her body. On a whim she 'd installed full length mirrors in every room. The original reason escaped her, but Catwoman felt the affirming glow everytime she stared at herself. "Look so good.... Smell so good..." A couple of Catwoman's fingers unexpectedly entered her mouth. "Mmmmm- Taste soooo fuckin' good..." She purred. She didn't remember when her fingers started probing her pussy. But the taste of her hot aroused pussy always made her feel dizzy & primed to fuck or be fucked.

Powerfully sexy, independent, and a master criminal she always had to project a certain image to the world. Alone behind the closed doors of her apartment she didn't have to worry about rivals seeing her **** and almost submissively in sexual need.

Her delicately manicured fingernails danced over her phone as they sent a text without her eyes even looking at the screen... The light glittering on her deep purple and gold fingernails as as she deleted the message after sending it to the restricted phone number...

The ritual was always the same. Catwoman drove to her specially prepared safe house. She had many safe houses, but only one was her personal gym. It had evolved over a couple years to both heighten the experience, and help her focus.

When the elevator opened, a wave of excitement flowed into her body in anticipation. Already licking her lips absentmindedly, Catwoman's hand darted to the hidden pocket between her tits. Retrieving a distinctive tube of Poison Ivy's mind control lipstick. Catwoman didn't use recreational ****, but **** that helped her work? That was different, whenever she had the opportunity to "stock up" on that special item, she made sure to take as many as she could.

Bobbing her rounded hips slowly side to side, her knees felt a little weak as the familiar body high flowed into her. Her already wet pussy started soaking through the thin material of her exercise outfit. The throbbing of her perfect clit zapped her senses in rhythm with her immaculately clean butthole puckering as the invisible phantom hands palmed her perky ass cheeks.

Catwoman carefully applied a generous amount of the harmless mind altering make up on her plush lips. Her whole body shuddered in response. Pulling her thighs together, her free hand went to circle her clit as slowly as she could manage. With another shudder, Catwoman carefully applied more lipstick to her bee sting lips. Then slowly circled the potent lipstick around and across both her eye-catchingly erect nipples.

Catwoman had always been sensitive to erotic touch. But in the years she had been using the lipstick on herself it was like her whole body could be an erogenous zone. She had measured her nipples as they were now sticking out 1.5 inches, from her big natural tits. Much bigger than her nipples used to be. She was also proud that her big mature tits didn't sag at all, riding high and proud. A fringe benefit of Ivy's lipstick no doubt.

Breathing heavily as the familiar prickly tingling increased all over her body. Catwoman's eyes glazed over slightly as she applied the seductive lipstick up and down just inside her pussy lips. The powerful chemicals created a figurative firestorm inside her as she dabbed a little just on the tip of her engorged clit too. She would have been speechless, but her mind wasn't engaged as the wave of pleasure swirled inside her.

Losing her balance, Catwoman used a wall for support as she looked to the full length mirror. She turned her ample backside to the full length mirror on the wall. Hunkering down onto her thick haunches, Catwoman always took a moment to admire her PAWG ass. With a now shaking hand, she liberally coated the sensitive silky ring of her intimately tight asshole.

Not moving from her crouched position looking over her shoulder, Catwoman raised her eyes to look over her gently writhing very fuckable sexy body.

Still watching herself in the mirror, her hand reached for a purple strap-on without looking. Purring with unspoken need, Catwoman's hand brought the frighteningly erotic strap-on to her waiting pillow lips.

In her mind Catwoman imagined the strap-on was being worn by a beautiful powerful woman. A wonderful melding of athletic womanhood and fertile curves. The strong lithe yet soft sexy woman would take Catwoman in hand. Dominating her with the powerful strap-on, Catwoman imagined how it would taste being pushed into her mouth. Tasting what the powerful dominant woman wanted her to taste. Her soaked pussy, her velvety ass, and most of all her own submission to the beautiful Bitch Tamer.

Catwoman's heartbeat raced as she used her tongue to clean all of her delicious pussy and ass from the Bitch Tamer's strap-on.

When she finished pleasuring the Bitch Tamer, as she always thought of the strap-on by this point, she reverently put it away. Closing her eyes, Catwoman imagined the Bitch Tamer had told her to get dressed for it. That meant the harness.

She had been working on the harness for years. She cinched down the servo motor pumps over each nipple. A special attachment reached into her pussy and fitted around her sensitive clit. Nervous almost giddy energy floated through Catwoman's body as she reached back to insert the special butt plug.

The Bitch Tamer was always so strict with her. Always teasing, lightly pinching or slapping her sensitive tits before her workout. The Bitch Tamer never let her pussy climax without permission.

Her eyes closed, a desperately greedy smile spread across Catwoman's face. Bitch Tamer permitted her little kitty to be an ass slut.

The butt plug was just the right size to fit Catwoman's asshole snugly. But it was just a little bit too big to ever be completely comfortable once it was in place. Catwoman's wicked grin of joy could light up the night sky feeling how tight her ass was packed. Bitch Tamer gripped Catwoman's ponytail roughly and ordered her to pump to the buttplug's inflatable part to keep it firmly in place. Catwoman loved the wonderful feeling of Bitch Tamer deciding what happened to her sexy ass.

Facing out from her ass a small button was visible on the butt plug. When pushed Catwoman could feel the plug zap and vibrate inside the deepest secret place of her body. The familiar but still alien sensation always pushed her over the edge to have an anal-gasm as she loved to think of them. The most powerful climaxes of her entire life had been from the humiliating but unbelievably exhilarating buttplug.

When this happened Catwoman always felt warmth spread across her whole body as Bitch Tamer smiled at her. Bitch Tamer, was so strict that Catwoman couldn't remember when she had been allowed to orgasm from her pussy. But Bitch Tamer was so generous to Catwoman letting her anal-gasm as much as she wanted! As long as Catwoman always remembered to be Bitch Tamer's good girl repeating all her instructions even though she never remembered what she was saying. Night after night Catwoman's sexy body and slutty mind would be buttfucked into submission without Bitch Tamer ever needing to fight her. Catwoman loved the powerful grip over her life a buttplug could have. Molding her body and soul it reinforced her core identity and personality as Bitch Tamer's submissive lesbian buttslut.

Catwoman loved when the buttplug button got pushed again. The second setting was incredible. Bitch Tamer told Catwoman every woman has a special nerve cluster deep in her ass. If stimulated two things happen with absolute certainty. First a wave of overpowering anal-gasm pleasure explodes from the nerve cluster through the entire body. Even a woman who was not aroused would immediately orgasm from the powerful nerve cluster hidden deep within her ass. Second, the woman would fall completely ****, but with her mind clear of all distraction perfectly ready to accept suggestions as she sleeps.

Writhing in need Catwoman reveled in the intoxicating power Bitch Tamer had over her. Bitch Tamer was so powerfully dominant, it even decided when she was allowed to be awake.

Catwoman's harness included a large diamond studded collar for her slender neck. Together the the harness and the collar felt like Bitch Tamer locking away her freedom. Catwoman's whole body shivered as the harness clipped into place with the front ring of the collar. The harness binding her tits, dominating her naughty pussy, coming up her tingling buttcrack with a built-in ring to secure the buttplug in place while outlining the button for Bitch Tamer. The buttplug hummed with almost electric power faithfully ensuring Catwoman's compliance. But Bitch Tamer need only look at the almost manic wicked grin on Catwoman's sultry face to know the control of her body and soul were total. Catwoman imagined she could feel Bitch Tamer's delicate but powerful hands tracing from her fit but wonderfuly thick ass along her spine to the ring on the back of the collar. From the front ring of the collar down around then up to the back ring of the collar Catwoman's harness felt like it was locking in position. Holding Bitch Tamer's horny buttslut secure where she belongs.

Finally standing up, Catwoman dressed herself in the custom made fetish workout clothes that Bitch Tamer would want. Tailored to accommodate the harness and buttplug they looked like an erotic 1980's exercise porno. Deep almost glittery purple and black the bare midriff workout shirt was so tight it rubbed on her Poison Ivy lipstick doped up skin. The shirt constantly rubbed the exposed parts of her tits.

The already minimalist slutty purple boyshorts had holes cut to leave each plump sweaty ass cheek lifted, presented, and separated. The bottoms were so tight she spent almost a minute inadvertently jiggling her big sexy booty as she tried to pull them up.

"FUUUCKK!!!!" Catwoman cried out as the seam running up her butt crack pressed the wonderful buttplug ever deeper into her ass. Giggling slightly, the slutty boyshorts were another reminder of Bitch Tamer's grip on her world the same way the bottoms clutched her plush ass.

Catwoman stepped into her pink, and purple neon and sparkle bedazzled sneakers. Keeping her knees straight she carefully pushed out her ASS on display for Bitch Tamer's inspection as she secured the bright gold laces on the out-of-fashion but still weirdly erotic exercise shoes with 5-inch heels. From anyone else, Catwoman would swear eternal vengeance. But her tight asshole and needy clit throbbed in an excited rhythm as she luxuriated in the effortless way Bitch Tamer flexed her control over the horny supervillainess. Catwoman was reduced to Bitch Tamer's bratty buttslut who would be humiliated and dominated.

**OBEY THE ASS!!!**

Catwoman's hands reached without thought to take a head set. Built-in goggles and earpieces perfectly secured in place. Only Bitch Tamer would decide what Catwoman saw and heard. If it was possible Catwoman would have blushed more. A supervillainess like her should never be such a fan-girl for an imaginary owner of a strap-on . Without conscious thought she activated the headset. Catwoman felt the electrically & chemically induced wave of pleasure engulf her entire being as the virtual reality program began. Standing in the middle of the open floor the goggles flashed purple & pink temporarily blinding her while a high pitch scraping sound drilled into her ears.

**OBEY THE ASS!!**

Catwoman was immersed in the exercise program, watching the digital 1980's slutty aerobics version of herself in the mirror. Suddenly Catwoman felt it. Hot tits pressed against Catwoman's back. Strong but delicate hands reach around to palm Catwoman's left and pinch her erotically tormented nipple. Rolling it in between two fingers. While the other hand covered her desperately needy pussy through the tight fabric. Pressing one finger in and obviously teasing but not satisfying her.

"P-p-lea--se!" Catwoman groaned incoherently. "Please!"

The heat from the luscious sexy tits intensified as Catwoman felt a sensual mouth alternatively kiss and lightly bite her neck. Her nipple was suddenly pinched so tightly it took her breath away. The finger teased and circled her pussy in time with her nipple.

"Say it!" Whispered a powerful husky voice. Catwoman's whole body shivered again in response. The voice was so charged with erotic **** only the powerful dominant woman of her dreams could be whispering to her.

"Uuuu-gggh!!" was all the wordless groan Catwoman could say as the dream woman seemed to know every secret pleasure center of her body. Catwoman leaned backwards pressing herself ass first into the dream woman. Catwoman felt the dream woman lean forward into her. Still holding Catwoman's tit and pussy hostage, the dream woman shifted to thrust her smooth thigh in between Catwoman's legs. The dream woman pulled Catwoman's unresisting form tightly to her.

Catwoman felt herself straddling the powerful strong thigh. The dream woman started bucking her thigh somehow tribbing Catwoman even though she was facing away. The wonderful feeling of it was like beautiful **** for Catwoman. The joyous waves of sensation lifted her higher but somehow her pussy never felt like it would climax.

Beyond all belief, Catwoman felt the dream woman start to hump her plush fuckable ass. The dream woman never stopped the seemingly impossible pleasure attack to Catwoman's pussy, tit, & neck without ever stopping the impossible tribbing **** with her thigh. The haze in her minds was getting too distracted to focus.

"Bimbo kitty loves getting her ass played with..." whispered the dream woman's almost hypnotically sensual voice.

Two impossibly enormous, strong delicate hands palmed both Catwoman's ass cheeks. They squeezed her perky bubble butt so joyfully tight Catwoman would have agreed to anything for release. Catwoman never had time to wonder how the dream woman could have extra hands, how she pleasured her body from impossible angles, or how she was still biting and whispering in Catwoman's ear the whole time.

Instead all Catwoman's overmatched mind knew was the clear sound of the button being pressed on the buttplug. In her mind it was a hot tidal wave of sweat and anal-gasm washing away everything that wasn't what should be there. Like a chain reaction another anal-gasm slammed into her, then another. All the while the impossible extra hands gripped her juicy ass like a pair of fuck handles as the dream woman continued teasing but never climaxing her **** pussy. The dream woman continued humping Catwoman's ass forcing yet another string of mind fucking anal-gasms. She whispered so many things to Catwoman's cum drunk psyche.

She felt small and powerless as the hands steered her body. The impossible hands somehow gripped her ass cheeks even tighter as they forcefully maneuvered her to the squat rack. Catwoman felt the irresistible grips on her supple ass almost get tighter, like her buttocks were getting a little bigger.

"Say it! Who owns this bimbo kitty ass?.." The dream woman commanded.

"Bitch Tamer!" Catwoman moaned unthinkingly. "I'm Bitch Tamer's supervillainess buttslut!!!!"

Catwoman felt the rhythm in her body change as another string of fantastic anal-gasms exhausted her. The dream woman who Catwoman now knew to be Bitch Tamer continued her impossible sexcapades while she manhandled the naked delirious buttslut to a bed in the safe house.

Catwoman wasn't surprised to feel a third impossible hand take her by the neck from behind, forcing her to bend over. The fourth impossible hand firmly pressed the button on the buttplug.

Catwoman clearly heard and felt the buttplug stimulate nerve cluster deep in her ass. In the fraction of a second before the typhoon sized anal-gasm carried her to gloriously poetic and erotic sleep she felt her ass cheeks finally released. The relief was a fraction of a second. The first two impossible hands double smacked Catwoman's succulent booty almost playfully. It was like a warm friendly good night spank as the buttplug's anal-gasm slammed into her and carried her off to sleep.

Catwoman would only dream whatever dreams Bitch Tamer decided were best for Gotham City's sexiest supervillainess buttslut...