Hiding under that thinly veiled, goody-two-shoes exterior is a true dominatrix. Shego had her suspicions...the subtle innuendos, the tell-tale grin upon being captured and tied to some evil scientist's death laser, always barking orders at what's his name...that submissive blonde boy-toy of hers. Shego knows a true bad girl when she sees one.
Deep in the bowels of Drakken's not-so-secret liar, the green-skinned villainess finds herself tied to her own lounge chair. Ropes at her wrists and ankles, her bare ass pointed towards the ceiling, Shego grits her teeth in anticipation.
Smack!
Kim: What's my name?
Shego narrows her gaze, grinning at the redhead. Gone is Kim's mission gear...only a few strategically placed strips of black electrical tape hiding her nipples and nethers that were hiding beneath. Shego rolls her eyes and shakes her head, looking at the redhead's patent leather stilettos glinting in the light from her giant heat lamp. How did she miss those? More to the point, how the hell did she rappel through the skylight while wearing them?
Kim impatiently raps the shaft of her leather riding crop against the palm of her hand.
Shego: (faux-indignantly) Kimmie-cub.
Smack!
Shego whinces. A fistful of black hair, Kim jerks Shego's head back, gliding the tip of her riding crop across the villainesses' red, welt-covered ass cheeks. Kim leans in, her face mere millimeters from Shego's mascara-tear-streaked cheek, nearly hissing her question.
Kim: What's my name?
Shego: Bubble-butt.
Smack!
Original Art by Petra
Commissioned by Phillipthe2