What does Donna want?

"So what does your body want in this moment?" you ask the younger Amazon warrior hogtied beside you.

"Right now? It mostly wants to throw you out that window. It wants to be free of my lasso." Donna continues to stare at you, her expression unimpressed and unafraid. "And it really needs to pee."

"You’re not turned on, not even a little?" you say skeptically.

She makes a ‘meh’ face. "Not really. Bondage isn't my thing."

"But you've tried it."

Her head and shoulders make the closest thing to a shrug they can manage in their current posture. "When I first came to this world, I was a teenage girl who had just learned boys exist. I did my share of experimenting."

"Heh, yeah I'll bet you did."

You pick Donna up and carry her through the living room into the kitchen. The kitchen has a large marble-topped island, onto which you dump your prisoner. You switch on some lights, make sure the knots are tight, and check there are no knives or anything she can get at.

"So what I'm hearing is you tried a little playtime bondage with some boys - probably other heroes you knew you could trust, right?" You open the fridge, and pull out an expensive-looking bottle of champagne – like actually From The Champagne Region Of France.

"More or less."

“Less, little Donna, definitely less.” You dig a wine glass out of the cupboard and turn back to your prisoner. "Indulging in the eroticism of giving up control, of being completely at someone else’s mercy, with someone you TRUST – that's like splashing around in a kiddie pool and thinking it’s the ocean." You pop the cork on the champagne and pour some into your glass.

She gives a sarcastic laugh. "Whatever you say, dude."

You set down the wine so you can grab her head and gently turn it until she meets your gaze. "Yes. Whatever I say. Exactly right.”

Donna blinks. Her expression doesn’t change but the way she’s looking at you does as if she’s actually seeing you for the first time.

You let go of her and pour yourself a glass of bubbly. “Just because I don't have a flashy costume and a pretentious alias, don't think I'm some clueless idiot who can’t possibly be a danger to you. I'm the guy who captured Wonder Woman, sexually assaulted her, then made her promise not to come after me before letting her go; just so I could have the fun of capturing her again.” You take a big swig of excellent champagne. “And now that I’ve captured you, you too are going to do Whatever I Say."

"Fine," she says in the tone of someone resigned to her fate. "Order me to do whatever it is you want, then untie me and let’s get it over with."

You laugh out loud as you finish the glass and pour yourself a second. "Nice try Wonder Not-a-Girl-Anymore. I already know the lasso doesn't work that way. But points for phrasing that in a way the lasso would allow." Your tone is that of someone talking to a clever child.

Her face does a thing you interpret as "Eh, it was worth a shot."

You stop laughing and lean in closer. "Besides there are plenty of other ways to compel your obedience. Some of which have in fact already been field-tested on Amazons."

Donna stares at you, and while her face doesn't go pale with fear or anything, you get the sense she’s starting to realize this could become more than just an inconvenience.