Sponge bath

You wait until the monitors tell you she’s fallen back asleep, then throw open the door and switch on the lights. Wonder Woman looks up, dazed and bedraggled, unclear how long she was out for. Her expression changes to bafflement as you set the bucket of hot soapy water down next to her, pull out a sponge, and start bathing her. You start with her legs, gently washing away the sweat and grime from her impressive thighs, then her calves and shins. The warm soapy water makes her toned, athletic legs glow with health and vitality. You work your way down to her feet; they’re extra filthy and you take your time with them. Her feet are bound with her soles together, but you loosen the ropes enough to get the sponge in between them. You wash between each toe individually. You’re 90% sure you hear a moan of pleasure, quickly choked off.

By the time you finish her feet the water is filthy, so you take it out and come back with a fresh bucket and get to work on her arms. Each finger gets scrubbed spotless; you even clean out the gunk under her fingernails. Once her arms and hands are glistening as much as her legs, you move down to wash her back. The sponge makes lazy circles as you scrub the grime off her upper back and shoulders, working around the ropes. There’s no denying the sensual nature of the sponge bath now, and while the bath’s recipient is careful not to let any more sounds escape, you can feel her whole body relaxing, muscles unclenching in the face of comforting warmth and cleanliness.

You work down her spine to her lower back, her waist, continuing further south. She tenses up some as you start to wash her backside, but soon relaxes into it. Her butt cheeks need some serious attention, which you are happy to give. Eventually you work your way into her crack, pulling her ass cheeks wide as the warm water wipes away the crud. You expect a protest when you press the sponge gently into her anus, but she doesn’t react as you wipe out the inside of her asshole.

You leave to change the water again (and get a new sponge, yuck) and resume with the hips and pelvis. Your patient shudders as the sponge reaches her vulva and you wash the outside of her mound. You feel her tense in anticipation as the sponge slides between her lips, but as the warm water bathes her vagina she relaxes in unmistakable relief. You wash her womanhood thoroughly, gentle and sensual but without being too explicitly sexual (yet). As you withdraw the sponge from her sex and slide it up her tight stomach, you think you hear the slightest whimper of disappointment, but you could be projecting.

You clean off her stomach and waist, sliding the sponge under the ropes holding her wherever possible. You make your way up her rib cage and then to her massive breasts, hanging unsupported beneath her torso. They’re actually less dirty than the rest of her body, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them the extra care and attention they deserve. Diana lets out a heavy sigh as the warm soapy sponge circles her nipples. You cleanse the valley between her tits and then her upper chest, mesmerized by the sight of water dripping off her hard nips.