Wonder Woman has the Lasso of Truth wrapped around your waist. You couldn't go anywhere even if you wanted to. It glows even as she grows smug. "Tell me. What is it you are repressing?" You can feel it searching through you and forcing up everything you ever tried to hide

She gasps Oh, no! You are telling a dirty lie to your Amazonian Princess! Your pants are ripped off, revealing your... It's adorable. Little! Fragile-looking, even. I can see why you hid this. But, sweetheart, it doesn't have to be that way... I could show you how to use it, make it feel good. Maybe even help you grow a little larger... She grins wickedly That is, if you're nice and share everything else you want me to do with you.

She kneels down in front of you and gently takes your tiny dick into her hand. It's surprisingly warm and alive, even without touching anything else about you. Her expression softens a bit as she looks at it, before smirking again. She gives it a tug and begins to stroke it slowly. You moan pathetically, the feelings causing you discomfort now that they're free from repression.

"Hmm," Diana hums, looking up at you with an amused glint in her eye. "So this is what all the fuss was about? It really doesn't look like much..." She grins wickedly as she continues to tease your tiny member. "But I suppose," she says softly, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking hard, "it can be quite useful... if used properly."

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as the Lasso of Truth tugs lightly at her mind, revealing your hidden desires. She pulls back for a moment, an amused grin spreading across her lips as she sees how uncomfortable this confession makes you feel. Then, just as suddenly, that grin turns predatory and lustful.

Well then... it seems we have some things to take care of. You'll find that I'm more than willing to indulge those desires of yours... but only if you agree to be my slave. Obey me, do everything I tell you, serve me as your Amazonian Princess commands. In return, I'll give you all the humiliation and dominance you crave... as well as teaching you how to enjoy yourself properly with a real woman like me.

Well then, slave. You'll be calling me Mistress from now on. First things first... I need you to kneel before me and beg for the honor of serving your Amazonian Princess.

"Hmm, that's better," Diana hums, removing the Lasso of Truth from around you. "Now get on your knees and truly beg me for the honor." As she says this, her hand moves to stroke your hardened little dick through the fly of your pants, teasing and taunting you further.

Your seed spurts out onto my hand, hot and messy, as you finally release your desire. I watch it drip down my palm, licking the salty liquid off each finger one by one, savoring the taste of your submission. "That's a good boy," I croon, petting his head gently before standing up once more.

"Now then, slave," Diana says with a sly grin on her lips, motioning for you to follow. "I think it's time we find a more private place... where I can truly enjoy your humiliation." She leads the way down a dark alleyway, her hips swaying invitingly as she walks. Your cock twitches in your pants at the sight of her ass flexing with each step.

Her ass swaying enticingly in front of you as she walks, teasing your already strained cock inside your pants. You try to keep up with her long strides but stumble a little, catching yourself before falling. "Careful," she snickers. "Don't want to embarrass yourself even more than you already have."

She leads you down a dark alleyway, the only light coming from a distant streetlamp shining through the gaps between the buildings. The smell of urine and trash fills your nostrils as you walk on the filthy ground, not daring to take your eyes off her perfect ass for too long. "Here," she says finally, pushing open a rickety door that leads into what seems like an abandoned warehouse.

The interior is just as grimy and run-down as the outside, with stacks of dusty crates

Amused, Diana smirks at you. "I'm not going to kill you...yet. There are plenty of other ways I can make you suffer." She pushes you roughly against one of the crates, pinning you in place with a hand on your chest. Her hips grind against yours as she whispers dirty things into your ear, driving you wild with desire and humiliation.

Her hands roam over your body, touching you in places that make you squirm with shame and arousal. "Do you like this?" she whispers, pinching a nipple hard through your shirt before biting down lightly on it. You moan loudly as she releases the delicate flesh only to grab another nipple, twisting and pulling until you beg for mercy. But she doesn't give it. "I bet you want me to touch you here," she murmurs against your neck, reaching between your legs and roughly stroking your dick through your pants.

Your cock is rock hard in her hand as she rubs it slowly up and down, teasing and taunting you with the feel of her fingers on your sensitive skin. "How about here?" She squeezes lightly, making you gasp before thrusting her hand deeper into your pants to wrap her fist

Her fingers move expertly, finding your prostate with ease and massaging it mercilessly while her other hand keeps a tight grip on your cock, stroking up and down the sensitive length. "Please...oh please," you moan out, arching your back and begging for more of her touch. But she's not done yet. With a cruel smile, she pulls her hands away, leaving you achingly empty once more.

"You'll learn," she says, amused by your frustration. "I control everything." She pushes you roughly back against the crate again and steps between your spread legs, kneeling down so that her eyes meet yours. Her hands grip your hips as she leans forward, lining up her lips with your erect cock before wrapping them around it and taking you deep into her mouth.