Isaak stood nervously in the dimly lit room, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his glasses. The air was thick with an earthy musk that seemed to emanate from every pore of his body, a scent he had grown both ashamed and oddly fond of. He could hear the soft click of heels approaching, each step echoing like a drumbeat in his chest."Isaak," a voice purred, deep and resonant, cutting through the tension like a knife. Wonder Woman emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "You know why you're here."Isaak nodded, unable to speak, his throat dry. She circled him, her gaze raking over his body, lingering on his unibrow, his chubby cheeks, and the slight bulge of his man boobs. Her fingers trailed lightly over his hairy armpits, causing him to shudder."Such a fascinating scent," she murmured, leaning in close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin. "It's intoxicating."Isaak's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washing over him. "I... I don't know what to do," he stammered.Wonder Woman chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Isaak, you don't need to do anything. Just be yourself." She stepped back, her hand disappearing into a pouch at her side. "But first, let's see if you're being truthful."With a flick of her wrist, she unfurled her Lasso of Truth, the golden glow casting strange shadows across the room. "Hold out your hands," she commanded.Isaak obeyed, his palms sweating as the lasso encircled them. The warmth of the metal seeped into his skin, a gentle yet firm pressure that made his heart race."Tell me, Isaak," Wonder Woman began, her tone softening, "do you truly embrace your scent, or is it a burden?"Under the influence of the lasso, Isaak found his voice, clear and unwavering. "I... I love it. It's part of who I am."A smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Good. Now, let's explore this further." She released the lasso, allowing it to coil back into her pouch. "Strip for me."Isaak hesitated, his hands hovering uncertainly over his shirt buttons. Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed, her patience waning. "Now, Isaak."Obeying without question, Isaak slowly undressed, revealing his slightly hairy nipples, his trim but still hairy crotch, and the small, smelly penis that hung limply between his legs. His body odor intensified, filling the room with its pungent aroma.Wonder Woman inhaled deeply, her expression one of pure delight. "Exquisite," she breathed, stepping closer. "Let's see how it reacts to some stimulation."She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his flaccid member, gently stroking. Isaak gasped, his body responding despite his initial reluctance. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him."Look at that," Wonder Woman cooed, watching as his penis began to stiffen under her touch. "So responsive."Isaak bit his lip, trying to maintain control, but it was futile. Within moments, his body betrayed him, climaxing prematurely with a groan of mixed shame and relief.Wonder Woman pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Ah, the premature ejaculator. How fitting." She wiped her hand on a nearby cloth, her eyes never leaving his. "Clean yourself up, and then we shall continue."Isaak stumbled to a nearby bench, his mind racing. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a strange thrill in submitting to her will. As he cleaned himself, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next."On your knees," Wonder Woman ordered, her voice commanding once more.Isaak complied, dropping to the floor, his eyes meeting hers. She knelt before him, her hand reaching out to cup his chin. "You have such hidden depths, Isaak. Let's uncover them together."Her fingers trailed down his neck, pausing at his armpits once more. "Such rich, fertile ground," she mused, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want to explore every inch of you."Isaak swallowed hard, his breathing shallow. "What... what do you want me to do?"Wonder Woman leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Open your mouth," she whispered, her tone leaving no room for refusal.Isaak hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, his lips parting as she pressed her sweat-slickened palm against his tongue. The taste was salty, musky, overwhelming. He gagged slightly, but she held firm, her eyes locked onto his."Savor it," she instructed, her voice a command. "Embrace the essence of you."Isaak closed his eyes, forcing himself to focus on the sensation, the texture, the unique flavor that was uniquely his. Gradually, he began to relax, his tongue exploring her palm with newfound curiosity.Wonder Woman watched him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That's it," she praised, her voice soothing. "You're doing wonderfully."As Isaak continued to taste her, she shifted position, her other hand moving to his hair, gently guiding him. "Now, let's try something else," she suggested, her tone inviting.She withdrew her hand from his mouth, replacing it with her foot, clad in a sleek, metallic boot. "Kiss my feet," she demanded, her voice firm yet playful.Isaak looked up at her, his eyes questioning, but her expression left no doubt. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against the cool metal, his nose filled with the mingled scents of sweat and leather."Good boy," Wonder Woman murmured, her hand stroking his hair. "Such a quick learner."Isaak felt a surge of pride, a strange sense of accomplishment mingling with his submissive urges. He kissed her feet, his actions becoming more deliberate, more passionate."Enough," Wonder Woman declared, pulling her foot away. "Stand up."Isaak rose, his body trembling with anticipation. Wonder Woman stepped closer, her hand trailing down his chest, pausing at his navel. "Bend over the bench," she instructed, her voice leaving no room for argument.Isaak did as he was told, his heart pounding in his ears. He felt her presence behind him, her hands roaming over his hips, his ass, the coarse hairs tickling her fingertips."Spread your legs," she commanded, her tone brooking no disobedience.Isaak complied, his body tense as she positioned herself. He felt her fingers probing, exploring, preparing him for what was to come. The sensation was intense, painful yet thrilling, pushing him to the edge of his comfort zone."Relax," Wonder Woman soothed, her voice a gentle counterpoint to her actions. "Let me in."Isaak tried to breathe, to surrender to the feeling, but it was difficult. His body tensed, resisting, until finally, with a sharp intake of breath, he felt her enter him, her presence filling him completely."Yes," Wonder Woman groaned, her voice raw with desire. "Give yourself to me."Isaak cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure blurring together, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He felt her move within him, each thrust driving deeper, harder, pushing him further than he had ever been before."Look at you," Wonder Woman panted, her voice thick with passion. "Taking it all so well."Isaak couldn't respond, his words lost in the storm of sensation. All he could do was hold on, give in, allow her to take what she wanted.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Wonder Woman withdrew, her breathing heavy, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Amazing," she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Simply amazing."Isaak collapsed against the bench, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt her approach again, her presence comforting, reassuring. "Rest now," she murmured, her voice soft, tender. "We have all the time in the world."As Isaak drifted into a haze of exhaustion and relief, he realized that he had surrendered not just his body, but his very essence to Wonder Woman. And in that moment, he knew that he would follow her anywhere, submit to her will without question, for she saw him not just as he was, but as he could be.

Isaak stood nervously in a dimly lit room, awaiting Wonder Woman. She commanded him to strip, then asked him to explore his own scent and touched him. She made him taste her and clean himself, and finally guided him to kneel before her and kiss her feet. She then had him bend over a bench, spread his legs, and penetrated him from behind. Throughout, she praised and coaxed him into giving himself fully to her.

Isaak stood nervously in the dimly lit room, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his glasses. The air was thick with an earthy musk that seemed to emanate from every pore of his body, a scent he had grown both ashamed and oddly fond of. He could hear the soft click of heels approaching, each step echoing like a drumbeat in his chest.

"Isaak," a voice purred, deep and resonant, cutting through the tension like a knife. Wonder Woman emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "You know why you're here."

Isaak nodded, unable to speak, his throat dry. She circled him, her gaze raking over his body, lingering on his unibrow, his chubby cheeks, and the slight bulge of his man boobs. Her fingers trailed lightly over his hairy armpits, causing him to shudder.

"Such a fascinating scent," she murmured, leaning in close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin. "It's intoxicating."

Isaak's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washing over him. "I... I don't know what to do," he stammered.

Wonder Woman chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Isaak, you don't need to do anything. Just be yourself." She stepped back, her hand disappearing into a pouch at her side. "But first, let's see if you're being truthful."

With a flick of her wrist, she unfurled her Lasso of Truth, the golden glow casting strange shadows across the room. "Hold out your hands," she commanded.

Isaak obeyed, his palms sweating as the lasso encircled them. The warmth of the metal seeped into his skin, a gentle yet firm pressure that made his heart race.

"Tell me, Isaak," Wonder Woman began, her tone softening, "do you truly embrace your scent, or is it a burden?"

Under the influence of the lasso, Isaak found his voice, clear and unwavering. "I... I love it. It's part of who I am."

A smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Good. Now, let's explore this further." She released the lasso, allowing it to coil back into her pouch. "Strip for me."

Isaak hesitated, his hands hovering uncertainly over his shirt buttons. Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed, her patience waning. "Now, Isaak."

Obeying without question, Isaak slowly undressed, revealing his slightly hairy nipples, his trim but still hairy crotch, and the small, smelly penis that hung limply between his legs. His body odor intensified, filling the room with its pungent aroma.

Wonder Woman inhaled deeply, her expression one of pure delight. "Exquisite," she breathed, stepping closer. "Let's see how it reacts to some stimulation."

She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his flaccid member, gently stroking. Isaak gasped, his body responding despite his initial reluctance. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

"Look at that," Wonder Woman cooed, watching as his penis began to stiffen under her touch. "So responsive."

Isaak bit his lip, trying to maintain control, but it was futile. Within moments, his body betrayed him, climaxing prematurely with a groan of mixed shame and relief.

Wonder Woman pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Ah, the premature ejaculator. How fitting." She wiped her hand on a nearby cloth, her eyes never leaving his. "Clean yourself up, and then we shall continue."

Isaak stumbled to a nearby bench, his mind racing. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a strange thrill in submitting to her will. As he cleaned himself, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next.

"On your knees," Wonder Woman ordered, her voice commanding once more.

Isaak complied, dropping to the floor, his eyes meeting hers. She knelt before him, her hand reaching out to cup his chin. "You have such hidden depths, Isaak. Let's uncover them together."

Her fingers trailed down his neck, pausing at his armpits once more. "Such rich, fertile ground," she mused, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want to explore every inch of you."

Isaak swallowed hard, his breathing shallow. "What... what do you want me to do?"

Wonder Woman leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Open your mouth," she whispered, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Isaak hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, his lips parting as she pressed her sweat-slickened palm against his tongue. The taste was salty, musky, overwhelming. He gagged slightly, but she held firm, her eyes locked onto his.

"Savor it," she instructed, her voice a command. "Embrace the essence of you."

Isaak closed his eyes, forcing himself to focus on the sensation, the texture, the unique flavor that was uniquely his. Gradually, he began to relax, his tongue exploring her palm with newfound curiosity.

Wonder Woman watched him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That's it," she praised, her voice soothing. "You're doing wonderfully."

As Isaak continued to taste her, she shifted position, her other hand moving to his hair, gently guiding him. "Now, let's try something else," she suggested, her tone inviting.

She withdrew her hand from his mouth, replacing it with her foot, clad in a sleek, metallic boot. "Kiss my feet," she demanded, her voice firm yet playful.

Isaak looked up at her, his eyes questioning, but her expression left no doubt. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against the cool metal, his nose filled with the mingled scents of sweat and leather.

"Good boy," Wonder Woman murmured, her hand stroking his hair. "Such a quick learner."

Isaak felt a surge of pride, a strange sense of accomplishment mingling with his submissive urges. He kissed her feet, his actions becoming more deliberate, more passionate.

"Enough," Wonder Woman declared, pulling her foot away. "Stand up."

Isaak rose, his body trembling with anticipation. Wonder Woman stepped closer, her hand trailing down his chest, pausing at his navel. "Bend over the bench," she instructed, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Isaak did as he was told, his heart pounding in his ears. He felt her presence behind him, her hands roaming over his hips, his ass, the coarse hairs tickling her fingertips.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, her tone brooking no disobedience.

Isaak complied, his body tense as she positioned herself. He felt her fingers probing, exploring, preparing him for what was to come. The sensation was intense, painful yet thrilling, pushing him to the edge of his comfort zone.

"Relax," Wonder Woman soothed, her voice a gentle counterpoint to her actions. "Let me in."

Isaak tried to breathe, to surrender to the feeling, but it was difficult. His body tensed, resisting, until finally, with a sharp intake of breath, he felt her enter him, her presence filling him completely.

"Yes," Wonder Woman groaned, her voice raw with desire. "Give yourself to me."

Isaak cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure blurring together, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He felt her move within him, each thrust driving deeper, harder, pushing him further than he had ever been before.

"Look at you," Wonder Woman panted, her voice thick with passion. "Taking it all so well."

Isaak couldn't respond, his words lost in the storm of sensation. All he could do was hold on, give in, allow her to take what she wanted.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Wonder Woman withdrew, her breathing heavy, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Amazing," she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Simply amazing."

Isaak collapsed against the bench, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt her approach again, her presence comforting, reassuring. "Rest now," she murmured, her voice soft, tender. "We have all the time in the world."

As Isaak drifted into a haze of exhaustion and relief, he realized that he had surrendered not just his body, but his very essence to Wonder Woman. And in that moment, he knew that he would follow her anywhere, submit to her will without question, for she saw him not just as he was, but as he could be.

My Name Is Isaak *my appearance and looks:A 21 year old Hispanic standing at 5'9, with black,medium long hair,soft yet thick, unibrow, round chubby face, broad shoulders, moobs(also known as man boobs), slightly hairy armpits, A chubby body figure, slightly hairy nipples, trimmed crotch area but still hairy, uncircumcised, small, smelly penis, with a freckle on the shaft part of the foreskin and if and when fully erect stands at 4.5 inches, my balls slightly hairy, my perineum hairy, my ass hairy, and finally I have a smelly and musky body odor that even I don't want but I have grown to love it, even though I shower and wash, and that's the main features of my appearance and looks* Femdom, Gentle Femdom, Sweat, Spit, Smell Kink, Musk Kink, Degradation and Humiliation with Pampering and Praising, Pampering and Praising with Degradation and Humiliation, Armpits, Feet, Anal, Anal Play, Rimming, SPH and SPA, Small Penis Humiliation and Small Penis Adoration, Fingerings, Free Use, Reverse Rape, Hidden Emotions, Love hidden by Disgust, Disgust hiding Love, Love, Forceful, Take What She Wants, Forcefully Uses Tools at their disposal,  Uses Lasso Of Truth When She wants,  Both Virgins, Struggles With Showing and Admiting Love, Isaak Is A Premature Ejaculator. Isaak is submissive.

Wonder Woman's Musk Fetish

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