Stripping Wonder Woman... and Stripping Wonder Woman Away....

It took perhaps longer than one might expect. I suppose even a goddess and superheroine has to build up her nerve sometimes, but the bathroom door finally opened. I turned to watch, and froze, tranfixed.

Wonder Woman was standing in the doorway, framed by the bathroom light. She stood tall, and proud, her tiara on her head, her arms adorned by her bracers, her leather boots polished to a gleam, and her uniform clinging to her like it was painted on. She looked indomitable. She looked powerful.

She looked magnificent.

"Wow," I said softly.

She arched an eyebrow. "You usually have more to say."

"Confronted with... perfection... who could speak, Wonder Woman?"

"I'm not perfect," she said. "If I were...."

"Yes?"

"We wouldn't be here, would we?" She quirked a smile.

I half-smiled as well. "Perhaps not." I nodded towards the living room. "After you."

"So you can watch me walk?"

"Yes."

She smiled at this. "Good to know." She turned and began walking... her hips moving slightly more than I had seen before. She knew how to draw attention to her hips, to her butt, to those remarkable legs...

The living room's lights were subdued. I had lit some candles, and there was soft music playing. It's not that it was romantic -- romance wasn't the evening's agenda -- but it was a softening. Wonder Woman was stepping into a different world, one with a softer focus. And there was no need to be crass.

My living room had one other advantage. There was a thick pipe that ran along the ceiling. A drainpipe that passed through from one of the upper floors into the furnace room.

And Wonder Woman's lasso had already been draped over it, leading to two separate coils underneath. And right across from it was a safe -- a brand new one. It was open, and empty.

She looked at it, then looked back at me with her eyebrows arched.

I smiled a touch, and nodded her over to it. I noticed she was turning red again as she stepped over, then turned to face me. Still defiant.

I walked over to her, looking her up and down. "Put your hands behind your head again," I whispered.

She looked at me for a long moment, then lifted her hands over her head. I took one of the ends of the lasso, and began to bind those hands. Once again, the breath left her body as the Lariat of Truth took effect... along with the terms of her oath.

Once I finished binding her wrists together, I pulled the slack end of the rope, drawing her arms higher towards the pipe. Within a couple of moments, her arms were pulled taut over her head, and I moved to secure the rope to the bottom of one of the support beams in the room.

Despite all her strength and power -- she could easily snap the pipe, rip out the support beam, or just fly straight up away from me -- she was now my captive. Her oath meant that no matter how she flexed her muscles -- and I saw them tensing and releasing along that powerful body -- she was helpless to free herself.

I looked her up and down once more, her skin pink from embarrassment, and goosebumps having raised on her arms... I looked up into her eyes, which were still strong... but ****, now. And slowly... deliberately I looked down, to her breasts...

And even through the bustier, I could see her nipples showing through.

"You find this exciting, don't you?" I said, my voice soft again.

"Yes...."

"Why?"

She shivered. "I'm helpless," she said, softly. "Until you let me go, I'm completely in your power. I can't fight you. I can't argue with you. My body is yours to touch. And the ropes feel good, though I wish...."

"Wish?"

"I wish more than my wrists were bound."

I smiled at that. "We'll get there," I said. "There's an advantage to doing it this way."

"An... advantage?"

I nodded, and slowly smiled. "Your uniform is sleeveless and strapless, Wonder Woman. This is the one way I can have you bound... and strip you naked if I want."

She shivered at the words, swallowing. "Is that how it's to be?" she asked.

I stepped closer, and slowly reached up with a hand. I ran my fingernails along her cheek, to her neck. She closed her eyes, her breath coming faster.

"You're mine," I whispered. "You can't stop me, Wonder Woman."

"No... I can't stop you," she answered, eyes still closed. Breath still fast.

I slowly traced back up, behind her ear, and felt the red pearl shaped earring she wore. She shivered at that. "Your tiara is a weapon, right?"

"Yes..."

"What does it symbolize?"

"My crown. My legacy. The Kingdom I serve and will one day rule."

I slid my fingers to her temple, reaching up with my other hand, and took hold of the tiara with both. Her eyes opened, wide with surprise. "You're not a princess with me," I whispered, and slid the metal off her.

She shivered as I stepped back, her tiara in my hands. Without it, her hair seemed more primal. I set it inside the safe, then turned back to her.

"You're...." she started, but her breath caught.

"What is it, Wonder Woman?" I smiled a bit more.

"You're not just stripping my clothing off me," she said, softly. "You're stripping me of my identity."

I smiled a bit more, and kneeled. I began to undo the zipper on one of her boots.

"You... you don't need to do this," she said, a touch more breathless now. "I'm here... I'm willing... you can have me any way you...."

"A superheroine wears boots like this," I said softly. "To stand tall and look imposing." I pulled, and the boot came free, her shapely calf tense and her toe pointing almost against her will as I removed it. "But you aren't a superhero with me."

"Thomas," she said, quieter. "Thomas... we...."

"Shhhh..." I said, removing her other boot. I put them in the safe.

When I turned back to her, she was breathing more quickly. I'm sure she didn't expect the depth of her reaction to this. I'm not even sure why I knew this was the right path to take with her. It just felt right. I knelt again, and began to trace her calves with my fingers, slowly moving up those magnificent legs. I teased along her sides, through that pliant metal uniform. She jumped and shifted slightly -- ticklish, it seemed. At least in these situations. That was good to know.

"You said the uniform adheres to your skin?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she said, her eyes closed. "And stretches with me...."

"How do you remove it?" I half-smiled. "Does it just come free?"

"The bond becomes weak when you take the girdle off," she murmured. Ahh, of course. She was famous for protecting her belt, but she had already told me that she didn't lose her powers when it was removed, which was the prevalent rumor. Instead, it was the difference between preserving her modesty in perhaps the least modest costume a superhero could wear and falling out of her suit.

"That's good to know," I said, just as softly, tracing her hips and waist with my fingertips. She was warm through the uniform. I let my eyes slide over her as I touched her, deliberately looking down to her breasts. They were still contained by the bustier, of course -- and I now knew they would be, barring the removal of that belt or the destruction of the costume -- but her arousal could clearly be seen through the material, even though it was thicker up there.

I slid my eyes higher, to find hers... and moved my fingers around to the small of her back, feeling along the belt. Ahhh -- there. A hidden clasp. I worked it, and felt the belt almost shimmer in my fingers... and then it slid open, forming an arc not unlike her tiara, now of rigid metal. She breathed in sharply, even as the uniform seemed to ripple... and glancing down I could see her breasts were now being held by it, deforming slightly. 'Muffin tops,' as they said. She was **** now, and she knew it.

I carefully removed the belt. It was rigid, but could be pushed into new shapes, it seemed. I took a moment to methodically roll it up, and was delighted to see it held the roll automatically. I turned and put the belt in the safe, then took a moment to take out a small pouch before turning back to face my captive.

She was shifting, tensing against the rope, still, but with slightly less ****. I could see why -- now when she moved, her breasts slid against the fabric of her suit, instead of it remaining painted to her skin. Too robust a movement and she would at the least burst free of her bustier. Even though she knew where all this was going, she wasn't about to do that.

I walked over to her, and gently slid a fingernail along her collarbone, to her neck. She shivered, rolling her head opposite me, giving me access to that neck. I smiled again, sliding my hand up along her jawline and pushing her hair aside, giving me access to her ear. She was wearing her earrings -- silver five point stars with a red pearl-like stone in the center. "You wear these to be more feminine, to draw allure and mystique to you," I murmured, as I unhooked the earring and slid it free. She moaned as I shifted to take her other earring. "But you have no mysteries from me."

Her breath was coming faster now, her eyes half-closed. She was nervous -- maybe even scared. But more than that she was excited. I smiled, seeing that, and put the earrings in the safe. I then took out two red silk scarves, and turned back to her, considering.

"What are those for?" she asked, softly.

I walked over to the side, getting a chair. I then set it behind her, and stood on it. "Your bracers keep you from losing control, right?"

"Yes," she said. "It is the curse of the Amazons."

"Then we can't remove them. We have to change their context." I began to wind the first scarf around her left bracer, carefully covering the silver metal.

Diana shivered, goosebumps forming on her skin. I arched an eyebrow -- this was having more of an effect than I expected. "What's happening to you?" I asked quietly.

"I... don't know. I feel... something run through me as you do that. I've never felt anything quite like it."

I nodded. "We'll have to explore that." I finished winding the first scarf, then began winding the second, prompting Diana to shiver again.

I dropped back to the floor, and moved the chair back to the side. I looked at Diana from behind. Her body wasn't quite limp, but much of her proud bearing had shifted. And of course, the suit, though still tight on her body, looked like it was barely containing her.

I walked over to her, and slid a hand down her back. She shuddered as she felt my fingers touch her bare shoulderblades, then shivered again as it moved down along the back of her bustier, to the gleaming blue and white of her bottoms. She shivered again as I slid my hand over the curve of her posterior, to the skin of her hip, and then traced the finger underneath the metallic fabric -- just barely, tracing her hip, but reminding her that without the belt, the suit could be invaded.

She breathed out, almost cooing. I leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "Your bracers are your symbol and armor -- the power of a warrior. But you are not armored form me and you are not a warrior with me, Diana."

Her eyes opened, and she looked at me as I moved in front of her. I traced my fingers along her sides, up to the skin, prompting her to shift. So ticklish, it seemed. "Your uniform," I said softly.

"Yes?" she asked, just as softly. Barely breathing, right at the moment. Her muscles were tensing again -- reminding herself she couldn't escape.

"It identifies you as a super heroine. As Wonder Woman."

"Yes."

I looked in her eyes, my fingers moving to the front, playing over her breasts, feeling those nipples through her bustier again... sliding higher, to touch the top of those breasts, the edge where the metal met skin.

"But you are not a super heroine in here... you are not a heroine with me... are you?"

She shivered, unable to look away from my eyes. "No," she whispered. "I'm not."

I pulled my hands down... the straining metallic cloth resisting a second, before coming free, pliant as any swimsuit now. And her breasts -- those magnificent breasts -- burst free of their confinement, exposed to my gaze. They were large, as everyone knew, but they had no sag whatsoever. Invulnerable skin didn't stretch, and immortal breasts didn't lose firmness, it seemed.

She was breathing again -- fast, and hard. Her eyes were wide as I slid her suit to her hips, and then traced my fingers back up her exposed ribs, teasing the underside of her breasts. My eyes were drawn back to hers as I slid my hands up, claiming the nipples and teasing them. Her eyes closed as she drank the sensation in, as I teased and massaged her.

I smiled a bit, and leaned forward. Her breath caught as she felt my lips on her nipple -- teasing, kissing, nipping lightly, and then drawing it into my mouth. My hands shifted behind her back even as I felt her lean back, arching. Offering. She was shivering now, these sensations entirely new to her as I claimed what was mine.

And then I kissed down her stomach, kneeling in front of her, gazing at her hips, still covered by the bunched up cloth.

She kept her eyes closed, her breath still hard. It came faster still when she felt me pull on her suit -- felt it slide off those hips, and down her legs, down to the floor, where I lifted one foot and then the other to have her step out of it.

I stood, picking up the suit. It was heavier than it looked -- like I said, almost like metal -- but it folded easily enough as I put it in the safe. I then closed and locked it. Oh, Diana could rip it open trivially, but this was symbolic. That part of her life was locked away, leaving her nude but for her silk-covered bracers and the lasso binding her hands over her head.

I turned and looked at her. Gazed at her beautiful form. There was a well trimmed strip of pubic hair just over her mons -- I suppose one needed a well attended bikini line when they wore a swimsuit into battle. Otherwise, her legs were shaven clean.

I knelt again, running my fingers on her outer thighs. I felt her shiver as I slid my hands behind her legs... and encouraged her to stand with them apart. I kissed an inner thigh, prompting a moan. Then I kissed the other side.

And then I kissed higher... and she almost choked out a soft "Hera."

I smiled, and began to tease, to kiss, to lick... I hardly needed to coax her clitoris out -- it was fully hard, and new to being stimulated. Her hygiene was impeccable, as you could imagine, which just made what I was doing all the sweeter. Her legs left the floor, and I realized she was floating now, muscles tensing and relaxing. I smiled at this, standing, pulling her to me, feeling her shudder as I brought her closer... closer... and over....

She cried out, her body twisting. I felt her strength, but for whatever reason it didn't threaten to injure me this time -- which was fortunate, since she was barely capable of thought as the orgasm ripped through her body -- more intense by far than the one I'd coaxed out of her at the door.

Finally, she went limp -- though her body still had no weight to speak of. Flight had its advantages, it seemed. I let her slide back down, kissing between her breasts up to her neck, then kissing her lips. She returned the kiss, her tongue willingly finding mine. I knew she could taste herself on my lips, and I felt her shiver with that too.

It was a promising beginning. But it was far from the end.