Garden work

After what felt like an eternity, Ivy finally relented her strikes. Selina’s body extracted itself from Ivy’s lap and stood to attention, refusing to cover up.

“Now, perhaps you can make up for your original sin. I have plants that need tending to, would you be so kind as to service them?” A vine dropped beside Selina, holding a potted plant and a trough. Get lost, was what she wanted to say, but her mouth refused to obey. Instead, Selina felt her lips part into a smile. “Of course mistress.”

Selina accepted Ivy’s items and began walking to a garden plot at the corner of the room. She did not stumble and lumber like Ivy’s other victims, rather she retained her confident saunter, her curvaceous hips moving with exaggerated swagger. She still wants me conscious, Selina thought, she wants me aware of what’s happening.

And aware she was, aware of the many eyes watching her every move, aware of her naked body being analysed by everyone in the room, aware of the excited gaze as she bent down to dig and place Ivy’s plant in the plot, giving a full view of her buttocks to the pheromone controlled henchmen.

Ivy especially was revelling in Selina’s pitiful display. “Yes, shuffle those glutes for us dear! Give us a show!” She bellowed. Selina involuntarily began to to twerk her ass slightly, much to the delight of her audience.

Naked on all fours, shaking her bare bottom and with hands covered in soil, could the infamous Catwoman sink any lower?