Safe Word

Bound from head to toe, all manner of belts and devices keeping her in a desired position, Kim wrinkles her nose…a little smirk forming in the corner of her mouth. Sure, she’s been tied up before…all manner of supervillains having captured and bound her for some reason or another. Generally speaking, some evil-doer would have her strapped to some doomsday device or point a death ray at her, monologuing about their dastardly intentions...leading to her eventual escape. All in the name of televised entertainment.

In those instances, however, she wasn’t naked…and definitely never had an eighteen-inch strap-on hovering above her posterior. Arms and legs strapped to the four corners of the bed, Kim gives Shego an enticing wiggle of her butt, grinning at her captor like the Cheshire Cat. The green villainess lets out a little giggle, amused by the doggy-style positioned redhead‘s naivety.

Shego: Seriously, princess, you might want to reconsider.

Kim: Oh, c’mon… We’ve never had to use a safe word before. You’ll know when I’ve had enough. ...'cuz I never get enough.

Shego raises an eyebrow, giving the helpless damsel a smirk as she gestures toward herself with an upturned palm.

Shego: Uhhh, hello? Real supervillain.

Driving the point home, the villainess slaps the younger woman's tan-lined ass cheek, leaving a bright red hand print. Kim scowls at her in faux-anger, biting the tip of her tongue. Grinning, Shego gestures at her TV nemesis with a down-turned twirl of her index finger.

Shego: And then there's you... Actor… Not a real super-spy.

Unimpressed, Kim rolls her eyes, letting out a long sigh of mock exasperation. Their previous rendezvous had been with fuzzy handcuffs, grinding against one another with a double-ended vibrator…maybe a dog leash thrown in for good measure. This, however, is far beyond a little bump-and-grind session.

Kim pooches out her lower lip, fluttering her eyelids at the raven-haired woman. Shego shakes her head, half-closing and half-rolling her eyes, her upper lip quivering slightly. She can’t stand the ‘puppy dog look’.…hates it in fact...and Kim knows it.

Suddenly wide-eyed, Kim cringes, watching as Shego’s expression changes. Gone is her usual snarky half-smile, replaced by a fear-inducing toothy grin, her eyes narrowing below a furrowed brow. Shego drops to her knees, the giant phallus landing squarely between Kim’s butt cheeks with a smack.

Mere minutes pass…

Laying in her bed, propped up on a pillow, Ann is thoroughly engrossed in a romance novel as James snores away beside her. Just as the farmer's wife spots the sweaty, beefcake of a ranch hand, Ann is jolted by a shriek from across the house...

Kim: COCO-MOOOOOO!

James snorts, mumbling something unintelligible. Ann allows herself a knowing smile, settling back to continue reading her novella. James grumbles, his words tapering off as he drifts back to sleep.

James: Mmmm... Hot Choco-la...

Ann: You were dreaming, dear. Go back to sleep.

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2