Naming names: last on the list

“Just a few names left, the ones you said you’re closest to.” You smile at the word closest, given there’s barely any space between the two of you at the moment. “Starting with the amazing Zatanna Zatara.”

Your prisoner shakes her head, “Zee’s identity is public knowledge. Extremely so in fact.”

“Sure, but the fact that she cheats by using real magic isn’t. Might take some of the shine off the brand if that got around.” You drop one hand down between the Amazon’s legs and start rubbing her crotch through her satin shorts.

“It might. But it’s not exactly, as you say, premium pricing,” her tone is playful, ignoring your touch.

“Fair enough, we’ll make this one relatively modest then. I want to have sex on the JLA satellite.”

“And who do you plan to have this sex with?” You realize she’s having difficulty keeping her voice level and is using the playfulness to mask her arousal. “Fine, I agree.”

“That brings us to your bestie, Dinah Lance better known as Black Canary. Does she count as premium?”

“She does.”

“And does what I’m doing now feel good?”

“It feels very good,” she admits, not even trying to fight the lasso.

“I want you to carry this feeling with you even when we’re apart.” She looks puzzled. “They make these remote controlled wearable vibrators now.” Her eyes go wide, equal parts shock and excitement. “Even ones that fill both holes at once. You’re going to wear one for me as you go about your day. And at random times I will turn it on and let you enjoy yourself for awhile. But you won’t know when. Or for how long.”

Wonder Woman swallows, “You realize I live a very…active life? There are times when such distractions could be extremely problematic?”

“Again, kinda the point.” Your fingers trace around her pussy lips over the material. “But I will allow you to turn it off or even temporarily remove it in situations where you sincerely believe a distraction could cost lives.”

“Then that is…acceptable,” her face is flushed red now, whether from embarrassment or excitement or both.

“Outstanding. I genuinely think you’ll enjoy that one. Not that you won’t enjoy most of these,” you wave your notebook in the air. Diana doesn’t say anything. “And speaking of enjoyment, our last contestant is Donna Troy, the OG Wonder Girl.”

A hint of anger creeps back into her features, “You will keep your enjoyment well away from Donna or by the gods…”

You smile broadly, “I’m talking about your enjoyment, not hers. Like for example the pleasure you’re feeling right now.” You get the sense she wants to disagree with you but can’t. “When we’ve completed everything on this list, you will return to me and let me tie you up one more time with this marvelous rope of yours. We will then discuss how all our activities and adventures have made you feel. And which ones we wish to repeat. And how frequently we wish to revisit them.”

She considers that while you continue to rub between her thighs. “And if the honest answer is that I never want to see you again?”

You shrug dismissively, “Based on what I’ve already seen today, I’m confident it won’t be. But if that turns out to be the case, I will accept that I have failed in my mission and respect your wishes.”

You stop rubbing her to give her a moment to think, but she doesn’t need more than a couple seconds. “One condition,” her mouth stretches into a wicked smile, “Once we’ve finished your list, I get to tie you up and see how much you enjoy it!”