The Joy of Submission (Wonder Woman) (Patreon)

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Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: Inspired by this image. Diana has a secret. For all that her carefully cultivated image is that of a stalwart defender of feminism and independence for not just her people the Amazons but also for all women everywhere... sometimes she just wants to be treated like the submissive fuck cow she truly is. Luckily, she has a man who respects her privacy and gives her exactly what she needs. 

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“Stupid fucking cow.”

No sooner have the words reached her ears than a thumb presses against her lips. Despite the crass insult just delivered unto her, Diana doesn’t even hesitate to open her mouth, allowing the thumb to enter past her plump red lips. She immediately begins sucking on it, gazing up into the smirking expression of the man towering over her.

His other hand is not idle either. Reaching down, he grabs one of her massive breasts, the very reason he dares call her ‘cow’ in the first place. He gropes and squeezes her udder like she’s nothing more than a toy, abusing her flesh as though she belongs to him. She might as well. In this moment, he’s entitled to do whatever the fuck he wants to her, and they both know it.

She is Diana Prince, aka the Princess of Themyscira. She is the daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. By all rights… she should not be doing this. By all rights, she should have a hand around the man’s throat, gripping it tightly and teaching him a lesson about respecting women. At least… that’s what her mother and sisters would expect of her. That’s what her fans would expect of her.

Indeed, for she wasn’t just the Princess of a warrior society made entirely of women. She didn’t just come from an island where men were expressly forbidden to step. She is also Wonder Woman, a world-renowned superheroine beloved by many, many people all across the planet. She is a stalwart defender of Earth, fighting alongside her allies in the Justice League to protect their world at all costs. Boys and girls, men and women… they all look up to her. Young girls most of all, for she is an example that the fairer gender CAN stand side by side and shoulder to shoulder with the more masculine.

Never mind that she’s not actually as strong as Superman. Never mind that she’s never beaten Clark in a single spar. True, if she wielded her magical sword, she stood a chance against him due to the Kryptonian weakness to magic. But that didn’t change the fact that he could easily put her in the dirt, if it came down to fist against fist.

But really, that was neither here nor there. How she compared to Superman had nothing to do with Diana’s true nature. She was like this long before she met Clark, long before they fought together against a number of evils. She was-

S-SMACK!

Diana gasps, as her Master suddenly rears back his hand and brings it down in an open palm slap across her naked tits. The sting refocuses her attention on the moment, forcing her to look up at him as he frowns at her.

“Getting lost in your own thoughts again, were you? Well, if you have time to think, you have time to serve, cow.”

His thumb in her mouth presses down on her tongue, and his fingers along the curve of her jaw grip down just as harshly as he drags her off of the couch she was just sat on and onto the floor. Forced to kneel before him, Diana spreads her legs and plants her hands between them, looking up at him still sucking at his thumb like the bitch in heat she is.

This man, her Master… he was the only one in the whole wide world who knew the truth about her. Everyone else thought her to be a Paragon for Feminism, a Stalwart Proponent for Women’s Rights and the like. And to be fair, Diana was. She was a massive proponent of a woman’s right to choose. She believed in consent, certainly. Rapists and abusers all deserved to suffer the punishments for their actions.

But she herself had chosen submission. It felt good to be treated like the fuck cow she was deep down inside. It felt amazing, in fact. That was where her Master came in. He was… not the first, to be clear. Diana had been on this world for thousands upon thousands of years. In comparison, her Master was a mortal man in his thirties. She’d chosen him for a number of reasons, first and foremost being that he valued privacy just as much as she did. He wouldn’t sell her out. He wouldn’t announce the truth of their relationship to the world, not for anything.

… But he would treat her just as she wanted to be treated. Pulling his thumb from her mouth, she watches as he reaches down and unzips, freeing his cock from the confines of his dress pants. It slaps down across Diana’s face, across the bridge of her nose, and she gasps, her full pouty lips immediately puckering together to kiss at its underside.

A moment later he slides back until he can push forward into her mouth. She opens wide for him, of course, her dark brown eyes never once leaving his face as she watches him grin in pleasure.

They’d been out to dinner before this. A five star restaurant that one normally needed to book a reservation for at least six months in advance. They’d not only gotten in the night of their visit, but they’d ultimately had their meals for free, with the Head Chef coming out numerous times just to check on them personally. A perk of being Wonder Woman, Diana supposed.

Still, because of this, her hair is still done up, pulled back and tucked behind her head. Her tiara still rests upon her brow as well. She’s still wearing her jewelry, a pair of hoop earrings and an understated black necklace. Aside from that, she’s not wearing much of anything. The moment that they’d arrived back at her Master’s place, he had ordered her to strip and present herself to him, and so she’d done so.

Wearing nothing but white lace stockings attached to a garter belt by the end of her strip session, Diana had crawled up onto the couch and spread her legs nice and wide. She’d exposed her body to him, completely hairless below the neck, just the way HE liked it. That was what Diana preferred, after all. To be perfect in her Master’s eyes above all others, even her own.

Now, she sucks his cock. Though of course, it’s not long before his fingers slide through her carefully prepared hair and grip down tightly. The lustful growl is the only warning Diana gets, before he begins using her throat for his own purposes, taking control of the rhythm and tempo to start face fucking the Amazonian Princess right then and there.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Diana happily takes it like the submissive fuck cow she is, gurgling and choking and gagging on her Master’s cock without a single complaint. She’s long since learned how to control her body’s instinctive impulses. Even a lack of air doesn’t cause her to involuntarily yank back or bite down. She is the perfect receptacle for her Master’s meat. She is his cum dump, through and through.

“Fucking bitch. Should have made you do this back at the restaurant. Bet you would have liked that. Could have had you crawl under the table… or could have had you get down on your knees in front of everyone, give them all a show they’d never forget.”

Diana’s eyes flutter and she lets out a wanton moan as he speaks. Her pussy clenches at the thought, though her hands remain palm down on the ground betwixt her legs. She knows, of course, that he would never do it. But it’s the threat that turns her on. Him on too, as her reverberating moans cause him to groan and skull fuck her all the faster.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

It’s not long before his rough treatment of her has tears streaking down her face, ruining her perfectly done makeup. Her mascara streaks through, her lipstick is quickly ruined as more and more of it transfers to his cock, and saliva and drool dribble down from her chin onto her bouncing, swaying breasts. Her ‘cow udders’, as he so liked to call them, jiggle as they bounce all over the place, running amok with the sheer speed he’s fucking her face, the violence he’s visiting upon her jolting, jarring body.

Until finally…

“Fucking take it!”

He growls as he smacks the back of her head, forcing her all the way to the base of his cock. Then, he begins to cum. It’s an explosive release, his seed hitting the back of her throat and almost immediately threatening to drown her. Luckily, he doesn’t hold her there for long… in fact, he seems to WANT her to spill. His cock comes out of her mouth mid-release, and the rest of his load sprays her from forehead to chin, coating her and making her close her eyes to avoid being blinded, even as the first half of his load drools out of her lower lip and down onto her chest.

Her Master makes quite the mess of her. Ruining her makeup. Marking her with his seed. When he’s done, her face is in ruins and all Diana can do is gasp and pant, her pussy positively drooling with anticipation. She’s helplessly turned on by all of this. The submission. The humiliation. The rough treatment. She loves it. She’s always loved it.

“Look at you, bitch. Look at the mess you’ve made.”

She waits for his next order. It could be any number of things, all depending on how he wants her. He might order her to go clean up and then come back to him. Or he might-

“Face down, ass up you fucking cow.”

Or that. Diana doesn’t hesitate. Spinning around, she lowers her messy face into the shag rug she’s been kneeling on. She also lifts her ass high into the air, presenting herself for his pleasure, for HIS satisfaction. She knows by doing so she’s ruining the rug with the mess he’s made of her face. Just as she knows he’ll use that as an excuse to punish her later. Perhaps by tying her up with her own golden lasso.

No one knew how much Diana loved being bound and gagged. No one knew how much she LOVED having her own tool turned on her, used to make her helpless and defenseless. No one… save for her Master.

But for now, he’s content to leave her unbound. He’s more focused on his pleasure than hers at this moment, as well he should be. Crouching over her, planting one foot in the back of her head and further ruining her carefully coifed hair, her Master grabs her by the hips and plants the tip of his bulbous cock against her slit.

… She wouldn’t be with him if he didn’t know how to fuck a stupid big-tittied cow like her properly. She wouldn’t be with him if he wasn’t the perfect combination of technique and natural genetics. His cock is larger than average and made just right to stretch her to her limits. And his vigor and stamina… are quite frankly out of this world.

A moment later and he punches into her cunt with all his weight. Diana squeals into the rug she’s face down in, even as his foot grinds her face into the mess that’s transferred from it to the shag. She can only breathe in the scent of his cum filling her nostrils, all while he jackhammers down into her from above.

“You like that, bitch? Like getting plowed, cow? Moo for me! Moo like the fuck cow you are!”

Diana doesn’t even hesitate. It’s just the two of them after all, and everything she is… is laid bare in this moment.

“Mooooo~ Moooooo~”

He fucks her and she moos for him, in between squealing and groaning as she climaxes again and again. He doesn’t let up on her, not even for a second. It’s all Diana could hope for. All she could ever ask for, really. Her current Master is one of the better ones she’s had over the years, she feels. He knows just what makes her tick. He’s studied her, he’s learned everything there is to know about her. And most of all… he’s made her his woman through and through.

Diana loves it. She’s loved it from the moment he first approached her. As far as the rest of the world knows, he just asked her on a date. But Diana and her Master know the truth. They know exactly how that first interaction, that first meeting went. How she ended up so effectively putty in his hands.

Eyes rolling up in her head, mooing noises continuing to leave her lips, the beautiful, gorgeous slut known to most of the world as Wonder Woman cums and cums and cums as her Master pistons in and out of her clenching, squeezing, gushing cunt from above.

“Fuck, you love being a fucking cow, don’t you? Should make you dress up in black and white print the next time we’re out together. Everyone will think you’re just making some sort of statement… but you and I will know the truth, won’t we?”

Diana’s eyes flutter. Yes… yes that was a perfect idea. They would know the truth. And no one else would be any the wiser.

Gasping and panting, moaning and mewling, Diana submits to her Master wholly and utterly… until finally, he lets out one last hoarse groan and proceeds to cum inside of her. He fills and fills her with his seed, pumping a hot, thick load until Diana is stuffed to the brim. By the time he’s finished, she’s pretty out of it.

He’s very good at fucking her silly, at taking her to the absolute limits of her mind’s endurance. Her body… her body was stronger than his. But mind to mind… he had her beat in every way that mattered. That was why he was the Dom and she was the sub. And neither of them would have it any other way.