Chapter 1: Introduction
The curvy silhouette of Etta Candy was framed against the glass wall of Diana Prince's luxurious office, her arms crossed and a petulant expression on her face. The cityscape stretched on forever, skyscrapers piercing the sky as people bustled about on the streets, like ambitious ants toiling under the giant hand of a glass-partitioned ceiling.
"I can't believe you, Diana!" Etta said over her shoulder, her eyes locked on the city.
"I mean, you're the Amazonian princess. How could you stoop so low?"
A sly smile curled at Diana's lips, and she leaned back in her chair. "You think a trinket could control me?"
Etta huffed and drew closer to Diana's desk. "This isn't just any trinket. It's a powerful hypnotic pendant.
A friend of mine lent it to me, just for today, so I could teach you a lesson in humility." Etta raised the pendant high in her right hand, letting it dangle above the desk and catch the sunlight. "You know, someone as strong and beautiful as you shouldn't look down on someone like me."
Diana's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "Oh? Is that what you think I did, Etta? Surely you misunderstood; I was simply surprised by your quick wit. "just watch the swinging pendant Diana and feel yourself slipping into a trance." Etta's voice took on a breathy, hypnotic quality with an underlying edge of disappointment.
Diana's gaze followed the swaying pendant, watching intently, the sunlight throwing kaleidoscopic shadows on the walls. The corners of her eyes softening.
"You are becoming more and more relaxed, body and mind, as you watch the pendant." Etta's swaying hands and voice continued their rhythmic dance. "Your eyes grow heavy—so very heavy.
As you stare at the pendant, all you see is your own reflection in its reflective surface. That image of power, but also a hint of vulnerability. The Amazonian Princess who could do it all, yet unaware of her true potential."
Etta's words resonated deeply within Diana, and the more she listened, the harder it was to keep her eyes open. Etta was her dear friend and, if nothing else, an incredible motivational speaker who genuinely cared for her. Soon Diana had closed her eyes and was under Etta's control.
Etta smiled maliciously, intoxicated by her newfound power. She directed Diana to her feet, maneuvering around her like a docile puppet.
"Now, Diana, we're going to take you on a little field trip," Etta declared triumphantly.
Diana followed Etta out of the office like a perfect lady-in-waiting, her previous confidence now rendered an echo of her former self.
Their destination: the Curvy club downtown. In the elevator, Etta reveled in her victory, casting sidelong glances at the diminished Diana while maintaining an icy demeanor that could freeze the sun.
"Tell me Diana Bitch what is your greatest desire?" ask Etta.
Diana replied that her greatest desire was to be enslaved by an overweight female.
Etta's curiosity piqued, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the plush hallway. No sooner had they stepped out, than two more curvy women joined their company, Chantelle and Destiny.
"You must be Diana, the Amazonian warrior princess, turned superheroine," Destiny said with a knowing smile. "You're even more gorgeous in person."
Destiny placed a firm hand on Diana's shoulder as Chantelle walked around to greet her warmly. "Girls Diana has informed me that she has a desire to be enslaved by overweight women." said Etta.
"Allow us to welcome you properly."
The curvaceous women stood in a semi-circle, and one by one, they took turns, embracing Diana in an almost-crushing hug.
"We are all so pleased to finally meet you," cooed Chantelle. "You must have a million questions, being new here and all."
Destiny, always the thoughtful one, led the group to a nearby private lounge.
Soft, pink lighting bathed the space, and velvet couches surrounded a glass coffee table. Once inside the club Etta smirked and told Diana to drop to her knees. "Now you will worship us,” Etta declared. “We are the true amazons!” Diana hesitated but soon dropped to her knees before them, gazing up at the three dominant women. In a hypnotic trance, she believed that these women had the power to unlock her true potential and unveil her deepest desires.
Chantelle stood proud in this new situation, feeling sexier and more powerful than ever before. All three women sat in chairs with their nylon feet resting on the carpet.
"Worship you stupid bitch." said Etta.
Diana on her knees, looked up, and began to worship Etta's feet first. A shiver of excitement went through Etta, wondering if Diana had forgotten who she even was.
Destiny, the most composed of the quartet, adjusted her glasses and watched Diana's transformation with keen interest. As she observed the interaction between them, her confidence grew. This Amazonian princess was lost in their enchanting web, a testament to the strength of their unity. Their collective power was irresistible, and Diana's adoration only solidified their unbreakable bond.
All free women smirked and became crueller taunting Diana by calling her names and former status as a princess.
Etta, Destiny, and Chantelle all began taking turns placing their feet on the table for Diana to worship. The Amazonian princess, now rendered a servant to these voluptuous sirens, knelt between them, worshipping their feet with eager lips. The smell of nylons and scented lotion filled the air around them.
"Look at the great amazon princess on her knees worshipping the feet of mortals." said Etta.
As she admired her glistening toes, Destiny and Chantelle followed suit, savoring the powerful dynamic between them.
Diana, bound to their will and seeking their approval, lavished her attention shamelessly upon them, her tongue dancing across each toe with newfound devotion. Her body seemed to sway gently with each movement, her mind utterly consumed by the joy of being owned and dominated.
"Such a delight," Destiny purred, as if tasting the sweetness of the moment. Etta looked at Chantelle "What shall we do with this princess sorry I mean slave now."
Chantelle stood up from her chair, looking Diana directly in her adoringly teary eyes as she brushed her nylon foot against the side of the princess's face. "I think we need to teach her a lesson." She curled her finger under Diana's golden tiara, pulling her closer and whispering into her ear, "You're not better than the rest of us. You're not the chosen one, just a weak woman who bowed down to our desires.
You'll serve us, and we'll be your Goddesses, and you'll call us all 'Mistress'."
A shiver ran through Diana's body, electrifying her soul. She was utterly taken by these powerful curvy women who had managed to capture and dominate her, defying the invisible chains that once bound her.
With a wicked smile, Chantelle took her place behind the chair, gripping the back of Diana's neck, leading her between Destiny's and Etta's legs. "You are now our bitch" Destiny said.
No longer an Amazonian warrior, but a captive to these voluptuous sirens, Diana submitted to her new reality. Their hypnotic charm bewitched her senses, leaving her craving more degradation and humiliation.
Surrounded by elegant fabrics, rich silken curtains, and the soft scent of candle wax that wafted gently through the enchanting lounge, Diana had fallen prey to the allure of her curvaceous masters. Etta led Diana into a dressing room and soon returned with Diana now dressed in a french maids outfit. Chantelle and Destiny smirked " Oh the great Wonder woman now a maid." said Etta.
Further enforcing Diana's loss of status, Etta, Destiny, and Chantelle reveled in Diana's new appearance, now dressed to serve them as their maid. The classic black dress fit Diana perfectly, covering her muscular physique while offering a tantalizing glimpse of her curves beneath the ruffles. A white apron adorned with white lace hugged her waist, and her long brunette locks were pulled back into a tight bun.
Once the final adjustments had been made, the three women stood back in awe of their handiwork, taking in the princess's humiliating transformation.
"Okay girls we should give her a new name. Something French and she should have a french accent." Destiny suggested, smirking at Diana.
Diana was as silent as a stone carving, her sparkling blue eyes gazing back at them, carrying a faint refusal within. Yet, the submissive set of her posture made it perfectly clear that she belonged to them now.
Etta tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Ah yes, 'Déesse Soumise.' It has a nice ring to it."
The name lingered in the air and became Diana's new identity.
Déesse Soumise, a slave to the whims of these powerful forces of nature, her fellow women. "Now slave go get us some wine and snacks."
Etta commanded, enjoying her authority.
"Bien, maîtresses." Déesse Soumise nodded, her voice dripping with subservience. She retreated to grab the requested refreshments for her newfound masters, not daring to challenge the order or her current position.
Lost in the plush elegance of the exclusive club, Déesse Soumise discovered a sense of empowerment amongst her fellow curvy women who reveled in their sexuality and their bodies.
She wandered the halls, serving her delicious new Mistresses as she adapted to her newfound submissive self.
She'd grown accustomed to their teasing, making delightful pejoratives such as 'fatty' or 'hippo' become common phrases that accompanied their lascivious smiles. Déesse Soumise was more than just an Amazonian warrior princess; she was now an objectified specimen, on display for the powerful women around her to admire and enjoy. "Slave you are to totally forget your life as Diana and Wonder Woman. In your mind you have aways been a lowly maid to us. Do you understand slave" Etta asked, her arm tightly wrapped around Déesse Soumise, who had assumed the role of a servant with remarkable ease. That night, as the hypnotic commands flowed through Diana's veins, she existed solely in this new identity, as if Wonder Woman had been an illusion all along.
Chantelle and Destiny trailed closely behind, evaluating every gesture Déesse Soumise made. Every so often they would catch her gaze, as if checking to see whether her mind had resurfaced for even the smallest peek.
Diana, now absorbed into her new identity, continued to serve as a maid to her Mistresses, with her previous life and thoughts seemingly erased.
"Here, Déesse Soumise," she whispered as she presented the tray of wine and snacks. Etta smirked and took a glass in her delicate hand. "You're learning."
Destiny giggled, placing a gentle hand on Diana's arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We will make sure that no memories of your old life come back.
For now, you are Déesse Soumise—our worthy attendant." Destiny said, looking deep into Diana's eyes.
In their presence, Diana accepted the change and chose to indulge in the perversions of vanity, status, and desire. In this new role, she was able to touch every corner of her sensuous self--exploring temptations forbidden as Princess Diana or even Wonder Woman. The days flowed into nights, her body morphing into a temple for pleasure and submission.
Meanwhile, their club grew in both notoriety and membership.