Mary Jane

A fiery redhead, dressed from top to toe in shiny red leather entered the room. Spider-Man got hard, just looking at her killer body, and he knew, from bitter experience, how appropriate that adjective could be.

Mistress Mary Jane Watson, looked pitifully at her captive. He used to think he was amazing, spectacular, but she'd corrected him.

"So," she began, tracing her finger over his helpless body, "I've decided that I've been making your choices all of these years... I think it's about time we changed things."

Her hand moved down his body. "Oh, is incy wincy spider all excited?" She smiled. "I'm glad."

As Spider-Man let out a gasp of pleasure, his mistress removed her hand, and went away once more.

Spider-Man hung there, knowing what he'd choose, his mask hiding his grin, when she suddenly returned holding a stand, with a wheel on it.

"Yes," she said, "this is a wheel, a wheel of misfortune. I think we'll let fate choose what you're in for today. Look at all those fun punishments... Oh, what? Is that a groan I hear? But look at this thin sliver here, you may get to cum for once."

With a smile, MJ span the wheel hard, while Spider-Man's blank eyes stared at it, wondering what it would land on, praying he'd finally get some release.

At last, the wheel stopped, and Mary Jane and Spider-Man looked at the seven-letter word it had landed on.

Mary Jane walked over to him and smiled. "Facesit, Tiger! You've just won the jackpot."