Keep working on her

You’ve been trying to keep yourself calm – “it’s a marathon not a sprint” and all that – but you can feel your manhood hardening in your suddenly two-sizes-too-small jeans. Kissing a beautiful woman never gets old, and a bound woman even more so, but kissing Wonder Woman is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You lose yourself for a moment.

You let go of her face and run your hands down her neck to her bare shoulders. From there they move of their own accord around to her collar and down to her décolletage. You trace along her cleavage where it meets the top of her bustier and you feel her breath catch. Taking that for an invitation, you slip your hands under the bustier, feeling the warmth in her soft skin. The kiss gets even deeper as your hands trace the outside of her breasts, and another shiver goes through her as you slide your hands over her plump boobs and begin gently caressing them under the thin material.

Her tits are more amazing than you could’ve possibly imagined, plump, firm, but supple. And apparently very sensitive, as Diana suddenly breaks your kiss with a sharp intake of breath, here eyes squeezed shut. “SAY IT!” you shout in her face, giving her mounds a good squeeze.

She opens her eyes and glares defiance at you. Gasping in a lungful of air, she shouts back at you, “I am Diana! Daughter of Hippolyta! Princess of the Amazons of Themyscira!” Her voice catches as your hands find her nipples, and a moment passes before she can go on. “I am Wonder Woman, founding member of the Justice League! I have fought gods and kings and monsters! Criminals and tyrants and murderers!” You see the pain and sensation in her eyes as you pinch her nipples, but she keeps it out of her voice this time. “And I am NEVER powerless!!”

It's an impressive, dare we say regal exclamation. And honestly it might have made you reconsider your choices, if she wasn’t also panting like a dog in heat, her skin flushed, her nipples already erect under your palms.

“See now, I get that’s what you need to tell yourself. I get that Wonder Woman never gives up, the Amazon Princess always defiant, yadda yadda yadda.” You squat back down behind her out of sight as your hands keep massaging her tits. “But this spectacular body of yours is telling another story.” You go back to teasing her nipples. “In fact I think the lasso is keeping you honest, preventing you from lying to yourself that you’re not enjoying this. And that is actually amplifying your arousal.”

Your head is alongside hers as you pull your right hand out from under her costume; she can’t help arching her back, pushing her tits forward looking to regain contact. “Which just proves my point. Sure you have powers. But here and now?” Your hand runs down to her supple waist. “They don’t mean Jack. You have no power.” Your hand wanders along her waist and down to her star-spangled briefs. “You’d love to be kicking my ass right now, but you can’t even stop me from doing this.” Her entire body tenses up as your hand slips forcefully under her shorts.

“No!” she half-cries, half-moans as your fingers work their way down her pelvis. “You cannot do this!”

“Begging? Already? We’re not even to the good stuff yet.”

“I do not beg, I command!”

“And yet my hand keeps moving.” You reach her vulva and begin exploring her public mound. “The Princess is used to her commands being followed.” Your left hand, not to be outdone, gives her nipple a good pinch. “And if they’re not, the superhero is used to being able to **** people to comply.” Your fingers begin tracing the outside of her labia. “But not tonight. For all your powers, all your wealth and status, there is nothing poor Diana can do to stop some fucking security guard from having his way with her.”

You can tell she wants to say something but she’s busy clenching her teeth and trying not to lose control of her breathing. You slide one finger between her public lips. Your left hand pulls out of her bustier and cups her cheek, your thumb tracing the outside of those red lips. “How does that make you feel? No lasso, no magic compulsion. I just want you to tell me.”

Her eyes roll back in her head, and her voice sounds like it’s on autopilot. “It makes me feel…angry.” Her body again tells a different story as her lips close on your thumb kissing it softly.

“And?” you insist.

“Humiliataaaaaaaahd…” her voice breaks off as your other finger finds her clitoris.”

“And?” you reiterate patiently. Your fingers slip between her lips, as you other fingers slip between her other lips. It’s a moment before she can find her words again.

“And…and…helpless!” she says around the fingers in her mouth. “It makes me feel helpless!”