DIANA'S GOLDEN THIGHS

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Hi. My name's Diana, and ever since I was a teenager, people would call me Wonder Woman.
Maybe it was my tall, fit, strong body, or my long, flowing, silky smooth black hair, or my stunningly
beautiful good looks (or so I've been told)? Or maybe it's because of how easily I can physically
overpower any man, whether by strength alone, or with my superior fighting skills (did I mention
I've been into martial arts since I was 6 years old).
Yes, I guess I'd have to agree that I have a bit of Wonder Woman in me, and over the years, I've
become quite a fan of hers as well. I'm especially fond of how she uses her Golden Lasso to wrap
around men, forcing them to tell the truth, breaking their wills to hers, controlling them completely
and utterly. I too have such an ability, such a weapon, my own version of her Golden Lasso, that I
call my Golden Thighs. Thighs tanned to golden perfection, thighs that I can also use to wrap
around men, forcing them to tell the truth, breaking their minds, and their bodies, and a few other
things when needed.

I remember one of the first

times I used my Golden Thighs
to force the truth from someone,
I was only 16 and after I caught
my older brother peeping in on
one of my sleepover parties, I
knew I had to make him
confess. He refused of course,
denied that he was peeking in to
watch us girls playing around in
our tiny nighties, denied that he
later went back to his bedroom
and pleasured himself to
thoughts of our young, fit, firm
bodies. So much so he even
tried getting a little physical with
me when I pressed the issue
further, a big mistake for him,
which he soon after found out,
as with a sexy little judo cry, I
flipped him over my shoulder
and onto his bed.
I then straddled his body, sitting on his chest, just before his face (which was now beat red with
shock and humiliation), as I proceeded to wrap my long, powerful legs around his head, which was
only just barely visible now, squooshed tight from either side and encased in my thick hard thighs.
His eyes wided as his “little” sister handled him so easily, as I began squeezing his head inside my
long, luscious legs, while I easily held his pinned body tight beneath me. It wasn't long before he
tearfully admitted the truth, that he made a confession to his perverted act, thanks in no small part
to the power of my Golden Thighs.

I remember another time when I used my secret weapons, it was about a year later, when I
suspected my college boyfriend was cheating on me. He thought because he was away at school
that he could do whatever he wanted, to whoever he wanted, lying to me about it as he did so.
Imagine his surprise when I popped up to his campus for a little visit, something that caught him
completely by off guard, the assortment of other girl's panties laying around his dorm-room proof of
that.

Though as boys often do, he just denied his cheating ways, lying right to my face that he had been
with anyone else, and even tried to seduce me for a little afternoon delight. With a devious smile I
then removed my skirt, an act that first got him quite excited, until he started to get a good look at
my powerfully built legs, and his look of lust turned to fear as I then enveloped his body within my
Golden Thighs, crushing him to submission inside these shapely, hard legs of mine. Something
that made him confess his cheating ways in no time at all. Of course, admitting to cheat on a 5'
11”, 18 year old black belt, with a hard, powerful gym trained 170 pound body isn't the smartest
thing for a guy to do either, but at least he was now honest about it – just as I was about the
beating I gave him (and his dorm room) afterwards.
It wasn't too long after that that I myself was in college, and as you'd expect, not too long before I
had to unveil my Golden Thighs on another unsuspecting male. Though it wasn't an unruly
boyfriend that had to be put into his place this time (though let me say, my College Years had no
shortage of those instances), this was from one of my professors. A lecherous older man, who just
because he didn't like my style of dress (said I dressed too sexy, well isn't that what college is all
about), he decided to fail me in his course.
Of course I couldn't have that, so I gave him a little after-hours visit, popped into his office so that
we could talk about this privately, so that I could convince him to change his lying ways, and give
me the grade I really deserved. Though if he thought my usual dress code was unacceptable, then
this time I was really going to blow him away.

Arriving wearing a full length trenchcoat, I quickly revealed my body to this dishonest man, dressed
only in red lacy bra and panties. My tall, fit, athletically buff body then pinning him to the wall with
ease, asking him one more time to admit his deceit, before I had to use my Secret Weapon on him.
He refused, foolish little man that he was, so I had no choice but to wrap my Golden Thighs around
him, enveloping them firmly around his body, his head, encasing him hold after hold in my luscious
legs, squeezing his frail body tight and snug, until he screamingly admitted his unfair lie, giving me
the grade I deserved – an A+, of course.

Yes, this Wonder Woman has used her Golden Thighs many times in her life, always getting her
men to tell the truth, always making them see things her way. Oh, I should be off, my boyfriend
and I are off to his office Halloween Costume Party, and guess who I'm going dressed as. You got
it, Wonder Woman.

Hmmmm, my man didn't approve of my costume choice at first, said it was too sexy and revealing
for his workmates and bosses – though after a quick little session trapped tight in my Golden
Thighs, I magically convinced him otherwise.

THE END
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