Making Wonder Woman My Pet Phone Sex. I couldn’t believe it. After a long and grueling fight with that damn Batman, I had finally managed to capture Wonder Woman who was trying to help him. She was lying on the ground, weak and defeated when the Joker took her weapon. I dragged her back to my lair, chaining her up in my basement. I wanted to keep her for a while and see what more fun I could get into with her.

Days turned into weeks, and slowly but surely, Wonder Woman became more and more pliable. I would visit her every day, taunting her and teasing her, making her beg for release. And every day, she would refuse, stubborn to the end. But I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. And when the day finally came that she was ready to submit to me, I was more than ready.

I walked into the basement, dressed in my tightest leather outfit. I wanted to look my best for my new little pet. She looked up at me, her eyes timid.

“Hello, Wonder Woman,” I said, my voice dripping with malice. “Are you ready to obey me now?”

She nodded, her head hanging low. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at her submission. I had won.

I walked over to her, my hand reaching out to caress her cheek. She flinched at my touch but didn’t pull away.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my fingers trailing down her neck and to her chest. I cupped her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my touch.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’m going to make you worship my body, Wonder Woman. And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

She whimpered but didn’t protest. I took that as a yes.

I reached down, my fingers finding the zipper of my outfit. I slowly pulled it down, revealing my bare breasts. Wonder Woman’s eyes widened at the sight, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Like what you see?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.

She nodded, her eyes glued to my chest. I reached out, my fingers tracing her lips. She opened her mouth, and I slipped my finger inside.

“Suck,” I commanded.

She did as she was told, her tongue swirling around my finger. I moaned, feeling the sensation.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth, my hand trailing down her trembling body. I reached for her pants, my fingers slipping inside. She was wet, soaking wet.

I pulled her pants down, my fingers finding her clit. She gasped as I started to rub, her hips bucking against my hand.

I leaned down, my lips finding hers. She kissed me back, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I pulled away, denying her the release she craved.

“Not yet, Wonder Woman,” I said, my voice husky. “You have to earn your orgasm.”

She whimpered but didn’t argue. I stood up, my hand still between her legs.

“Lick my pussy,” I commanded.

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. But she didn’t protest. She leaned forward, her tongue against my clit.

I moaned loudly as she started to lick, her tongue flicking back and forth. I grabbed her head, holding her in place as I ground against her face.

Wonder Woman looked up at me, her face covered in my juices. I smiled down at her, my hand still between her legs.

“Good girl,” I said, my voice soft. “You’re learning.”

From that day on, Wonder Woman was my pet. She did whatever I asked, whenever I asked it. And I made sure to use her for my pleasure, over and over again.