Ask more about her sex life

“You little slut! Good for you!”

“Typical male” _she sneers, _“If a woman doesn’t have sex she’s frigid but if she does she’s a slut, nothing in between.”

“Ha, true enough! Hey at least I didn’t call you a whore; I assume you’ve never taken money for it.”

“Of course not.”

“That was meant to be rhetorical.”

“The lasso doesn’t really distinguish.”

“I’m getting that. So what kind of sex do you have with these men?”

“Men, women, it depends. Sometimes oral sex, sometimes intercourse. Sometimes I just want to be kissed.” She pauses as if hoping the lasso will let her stop there, but… “And sometimes I’ll tie them up and tease them until they beg, then ride them until they cry.”

You take a deep breath and let THAT visual wash over you. “And it satisfies you?”

She hesitates. “To a point. I can’t really let myself go or I risk injuring them. So there’s always a degree of self-restraint, and that can be…unsatisfying.” The look of embarrassment on her face is priceless.

“I’ll bet. Don’t you ever let them tie you up? It’s not like safety is something you have to worry about.”

“I am an Amazon Princess!” _She tosses her head haughtily. _“It is not in my nature to let another have power over me!”

“You’re a dom, what a shock.” She shoots you a dirty look but before she can say anything you continue. “But I mean how do you know you wouldn’t like playing sub it if you've never tried it?”

“I suppose I don’t know, but I have no desire to find…” Suddenly her face clenches in struggle. “UNGH! That’s not entirely true, there is a part of me that has always wondered what it would be like to be restrained, controlled, dominated. But I have never been willing to indulge that…impulse.”

It turns out when Amazons blush it’s a full body thing, at least as far as you can tell.

“You’ve never admitted that to anyone, have you?”

She turns her head away. “No.”

“Not even to yourself.”

It’s not phrased as a question, but she answers it all the same, avoiding your gaze.

“…No”

You walk around behind her.

“And yet here we are.”

You reach out a hand toward her, stopping a fraction of an inch away from her bare shoulder. “You are restrained. Controlled. Dominated.”

Her anger and warrior’s pride wells up. “You do not dominate me!”

“Not yet.” You start running your hand gently down her arm, not quite touching her. She refuses to look, but you know she can feel your presence.

“I shall never be dominated by the likes of you!”

“But you want me to?”

“NO!” she all but shouts. But the lasso won’t let her stop there. “And also…yes. A part of me does. A part of me wonders what it would be like.”

Your other hand reaches out to brush her thick, black hair back from her neck. “To truly let yourself go? To let another have total control, so that *you* don’t have to?”

She doesn’t even try to fight the lasso this time. “Yes.”

“I could take you right now. And for all your power, you couldn’t stop me.” With the lightest touch you can manage, you gently stroke her cheek.

“Yes,” her voice barely a whisper.

“It excites you?”

She turns her head and stares you dead in the eye. “It does.”