Finally, a night off from saving the world! In her guise as Artemis Princeps, the superheroine Amazing Amazon was enjoying a casual night in with her lover, Trevor Stevens. As the second bottle of wine ran dry and the candles began to gutter on the last of their wicks, their tender kisses took on a more passionate energy.
Trevor slid his hands beneath Artemis’s fitted T-shirt and slid it up, over her head. Before pulling it off, he suddenly twisted the shirt in his fist, pulling it tight around her arms. “Ha ha! You’ve been a bad girl, Artemis,” he teased in a seductive voice. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
As the fabric pulled tight around her arms, Artemis felt her strength drain away. It was the age-old curse of her people – whenever she was bound by a man, she grew weak, suggestible, and horny. “Yes, Trevor. You are going to have to punish me.”
In the last moments before Trevor’s fingers sank into her helpless pussy and washed away her every thought, Artemis found herself surprised. She knew that her people’s weakness included ropes and chains, but never knew that the ancient curse applied 80% cotton, 20% spandex blends as well!
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