In this custom fantasy,

The word around town is that YOU are the one who has been stealing all my work in Gotham. Surely you knew I would come for you. Why then I wonder, have you made so easy to find you? As find you I Have! As I approach you I notice a strange smell but cannot make out what it is. I try to ignore the odd aroma and begin scolding you for thieving my work. But soon the smell gets even stronger and I find myself feeling weak. My eyes go cross and I faint down to the ground.

Next thing I know, I find I am tied to a chair and unable to free myself. I demand ...

In this custom fantasy,

The word around town is that YOU are the one who has been stealing all my work in Gotham. Surely you knew I would come for you. Why then I wonder, have you made so easy to find you? As find you I Have! As I approach you I notice a strange smell but cannot make out what it is. I try to ignore the odd aroma and begin scolding you for thieving my work. But soon the smell gets even stronger and I find myself feeling weak. My eyes go cross and I faint down to the ground.

Next thing I know, I find I am tied to a chair and unable to free myself. I demand to be released, again berating you for stealing my work in Gotham. But soon I smell that funny smell again. It's your top secret weakening gas! Again I feel myself drifting away as my eyes cross before my head falls. I later come too to find I am still tied up, and decide it's time to try a different tactic. Using my powers of Catwoman seduction, I try to pursued you to release me by offering a partnership between us. One that includes far more than the work you have been thieving from me . Just as I am starting to feel like I am getting somewhere, you begin to mesmerize me. My eyes follow your movements until it is clear I have been brain washed and am under your control. I become instantly aroused and begin writhing around in the chair as the ropes hold me tightly. I am so turned on that my brain seems to have completely forgotten why I came here in the first place. The secret gas fills the room yet again, and this time, my eyes cross with a smile and I nod away peacefully. ©Daphneysugarrose