The first day in Gotham, after Dee Dee had returned from her duties at the New U Salon Gotham, the sexy stylist had given Di a tour of some of her favorite jewelry stores as well as the most exclusive boutiques that catered
to sluts with excessive and out of the ordinary body shapes. That first night, Dee Dee had decorated Di in nothing but diamonds. Dangling chandelier earrings, a specialize diamond-encrusted choker that fit perfectly around her neck and thin bracelets that
were a far departure from the kind she wore as that stupid twat Wonder Woman. Di was thrilled with all of these new gifts and she knew that she was going to get used to being spoiled like this.
After returning to Dee Dee’s apartment from their shopping spree, Di kissed her lover and mentor before gently guiding her to sit down on one of the apartment leather chairs and had begun to slowly strip out of her
brief strapless mini dress. After the garment had pooled on the floor at the former heroine’s high heeled-clad feet, Di thrust her large chest into her lover’s face. The former Wonder Woman threw her head back, her long mane of hair flying in the air, as
Dee Dee kissed, licked, bit and sucked on her eraser-sized nipples. Di had set her heart on continuing the long, drawn-out striptease in nothing but her newly gifted jewelry, but the dominant blonde had other ideas. Instead, Dee Dee kicked her leg out suddenly
and sent the former heroine toppling over onto the plush bed. Dee Dee giggled happily at the power she held over her new busty, superpowered girlfriend and it was time she tested that power.
“So, babe,” Dee Dee began, her own sexy body squeezed into a pink shiny long-sleeved dress that left nothing to the imagination. She watched Di lay back onto the bed and instantly start to roam her hands all over
her exaggerated new chest. Through half-lidded eyes Di stared up into the large ceiling mirror in Dee Dee’s bedroom, “Do you like your new diamonds?”
“Mmmmm…I love them, Dee Dee,” Di breathed, too wrapped up in herself and her new diamond ornaments that she missed Dee Dee slink her way to the foot of the bed. She never saw Dee Dee pull the tight dress over her
head until she was standing in just her high heels.
“Well, you see, Di,” Dee Dee began. Any trace of the flirtatious husk that was commonly weaved in the stylist’s voice when addressing her slutty new apprentice was gone. “There just might be one teeny-weeny little
problem.” As the blonde stylist spoke she began to gracefully crawl up the bed at a slow pace. “You see, those diamonds. The ones that are decorating your sexy, delicious body so perfectly are…well…”
Dee Dee came to a stop on her hands and knees on the soft bed so she had mounted the former Wonder Woman. A wicked glint glowed in her crystal blue eyes as she stared down at her new plaything still idly caressing
her augmented bust Dee Dee had blessed her with. Di tilted her head up lazily to look at Dee Dee, an evident tension creeping its way into the former Wonder Woman’s expression.“...they’re conflict diamonds.” Dee Dee stated simply. For the first time since
Dee Dee had awoken the whore inside the former heroine, there was a look of realization in Di’s dazzling blue eyes. Behind the layers of black eyeliner, the smokey eyeshadow and her long, curled eyelashes that belonged to Di, an element of Diana had awoken
at the shock of this startling news. Dee Dee couldn’t help but grin at the sight before adding, “I made sure they came directly from war-torn Africa.”
A feeling of absolute disgust wormed its way through the voluptuous former heroine. Her greedy hands left the spherical mounds on her chest and rose to her diamond-encrusted choker to her gaudy earrings and the terrible
price that assuredly had to be paid for her gifts. As Wonder Woman she had personally broken up exactly this kind of despicable practice and had seen first-hand the atrocities perpetrated just so shallow and vain women could have their diamonds. And then
it hit her. Women like she had become in less than a week.
“What have you…? What have I…?” Di stammered to Dee Dee, a look of guilt and panic washing over her heavily made-up face. She tried but couldn’t quite find the words as she ran her hands over her diamond earrings
before finally taking them off, “I can’t… I can never wear these.”
“No? Then fuck you. You’re clearly not worth the trouble I’ve put in on you,” Dee Dee sneered, crawling backwards, “Get out.”
Dee Dee walked causally over to her closet and pulled out a short transparent robe and slipped it on while Di dealt with a metaphysical crisis in her mind at the gravity of her situation. She felt the familiar tug
of duty calling to her. She thought that the feeling had all but died having dedicated her life to Dee Dee and the New U Salon, but to her surprise it had returned. Then there was the idea of losing Dee Dee forever. The sexy stylist had changed her and
through that had introduced her to an exciting, lust-filled world of vanity and carnal delights. Di had become accustomed to this and knew that her new mindset, coupled with her outrageously curvy body, her days as a heroine and an Amazon were over. In the
back of her mind Di knew that Dee Dee had set this all up, but she didn’t care. The idea of her life without Dee Dee was beginning to settle in and it disturbed her. The former Wonder Woman who once took so much pride in being a strong, independent female
in a man’s world had become addicted to the touch and presence of a woman she would have thought of as a slut before these wonderful changes.
“Are you still here? Fuck bitch, you don’t get it do you?” Dee Dee said, rolling her eyes, “Don’t worry. I get it. Deep inside you’re still Wonder Hypocrite despite all the things I’ve done for you. I have no
time for this bullshit. I only share my bed and my life with people that are with me, and I mean all the way with me. Now get the fuck out now!”
Dee Dee sat down at her large vanity and began to dust her cheeks with makeup. The seasoned stylist completely ignored the troubled, big-busted woman on her bed. Her words had stung Di more than any of her confrontations
as Wonder Woman, including those with her nemesis the Cheetah or even Ares, the God of War himself. Against such powerful enemies she had stood with resolve and strength, but Dee Dee had cut through to the once proud warrior’s very core with just her words.
It was then with tears welling in her eyes she made a choice. Rolling off her back, Di lowered herself onto the floor on her hands and knees before crawling across to her newfound mistress like a tamed pet. Her eraser-like nipples grazed the plush carpet
below as she moved and Di couldn’t help but shiver at the sparks of pleasure it caused.
Upon reaching the woman who had so thoroughly conquered her will, Di bent down and kissed Dee Dee’s feet without hesitation. Tears streamed down Di’s cheeks in realization. She was nothing more than a selfish, sex-addicted
whore! The rest of the world could go fuck itself! It turned her on so much. Pleasure was all that mattered to her now. As Di continued to plant soft kisses on Dee Dee’s high heeled-clad feet, the tears slowed as this revelation began to sink in and take
root, but the moisture leaking down her thighs continued to gush and flow.
Between sobs and kisses, Di moaned in heartfelt anguish, “Dee Dee… I am so sorry! That was a flicker from my past.…A dead past. I thought it was gone forever, but I swear to you that part of me has been purged from
my soul!” With pleading eyes and a face full of deeply pathetic submission the former Amazon continued, “Please don’t make me go! Please! I…I’m nothing without you! I will never allow the stupidity of my past to show its ugly face again. I’m a changed
slut. Your slut! I’ll do anything to prove it to you! Just please…please don’t cast me out!”
Throughout this pathetic display of utter submission, the sexy stylist ignored her prey, although her peripheral vision caught the whole thing. Still, she couldn’t wait to show Suzie the video that was secretly recording
the whole dramatic scene. For the first time in a long time, Dee Dee allowed her disdainful glance to bless the lowly fallen heroine before her. She didn’t say a word. Dee Dee just let the weight of her gaze do all her talking. It was the perfect combination
of disgust and dismissal that made Di feel like human garbage, and with that the former Wonder Woman broke down in loud, heaving sobs.