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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into Submission Part 4 The Batman Scenario (4/29/2011 12:11:23 AM)
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The Batman Scenario
It's one thirty and I just finished making myself a Ham and Swiss on Rye when my cell vibrates. I see I have a text from a restricted number...
'Batman, one of our informant's spilled the cream on Catwoman's next heist. She is planning to steal the Categoric Ruby tonight from Gato & Chat's Jewelry... Good hunting, Commissioner Gordon.'
Nervous excitement courses through me as I grab a bottle of water. Leslie wants to play tonight, and I'll be sure I'm ready. A minute later I receive a second text which reads, 'Chris, I'll pick you up at four o'clock, I'd like to finally meet Carrie before we leave... Remember to shave and make sure to wash everywhere, XOXO Leslie.
Of course I can't reply because her number is restricted, so I have no way of telling her my sister already left. 'Oh well,' I think, 'she'll find out when she get's here, but tonight I'm getting her damn number!' With time to kill I choose to surf the web, I find myself fascinated by bondage, domination and submission, and fetishes. I've never given them much thought before now having concentrated on my education, and career, but now that I have an open minded girlfriend, I admit my curiosity is peaked. I find there's a fetish for anything you can think of, some of them are just too strange for me to even think about, most of them I categorize as not my thing, but don't creep me out, and I admit to myself, there are some I find arousing.
My thoughts drift to Leslie, and I wonder just how much experience she has with bondage and fetishes. Her school girl outfit really pushed the right buttons for me, but I don't know of any guy who wouldn't be turned on by that, judging by my research. I get so wrapped up in my research I lose track of the time, I'm reading a story about female top punishing her female bottom for what seems to be a minor infraction when my door bell rings. I look at the clock in the corner of my monitor and see it's five to four, and swear! I run downstairs and open the door to find Leslie standing there.
She's wearing an oversize CoD sweatshirt and Sweatpants, she's smiling when she say's "hiya Batman." She wraps her arms around me and plants a big kiss on my lips, before slipping past me into the foyer.
"Hi Les," I say returning the kiss after closing the door, "um I'm running a bit late, you mind if I grab a quick shower?"
"No, I'll just talk to your sister, is that ok with you?"
"She had to fly out this morning, and said she's sorry, and was really looking forward to meeting you."
"Oh, that's too bad," Les say's with a pout. "When will she be back?"
"In about a month, feel free to look around while I grab that shower, there's cold drinks in the fridge if your thirsty." I kiss her again and start up the stairs, but her next words stop me.
"Chris, isn't the master bedroom on the first floor, like Molly's?"
"Ah yeah, I kinda gave it to Carrie and Sophie," I say sheepishly.
"I see, is this their house then?" She retorts with suspicion on her face."
"No, it's mine," I say defensively, "I prefer the room upstairs, that's all."
"Ok sweetheart, no need to get defensive," her eyes are twinkling when she continues, "have you shaved yet?"
"I think you'll like what you find." I call out as I continue up the stairs."
I give my body a thorough scrub down, including sticking a soapy finger up my ass, much to my own surprise. I rinse myself and quickly dry off. I slip into my jeans and a sweatshirt, and my beat up old boat shoes. I step out of my room and freeze in panic when I find Leslie clicking through the websites I researched today. 'Oh fuck!' I think, 'what is she going to think? Some of that is pretty strange stuff.'
"Uh, I'm ready to go," I say in a too high voice.
Leslie stares at me for quite a long minute before saying, "Um Batman... I really don't know what to say, I was under the impression you didn't have any experience with kinky stuff."
"Les, let me explain before you pass judgment...Please," I plead as I sit on the edge of my love seat.
Leslie settles back in my desk chair and looks at me appraisingly, rolling her hand to encourage me to continue.
"I really don't have any experience, I swear, in fact I've never even had a blow job before last Sunday..." I feel the embarrassment reddening my face as I continue, "the few times Sophie and I had sex she would insist I start with my tongue, followed by her on top, with me just laying there. When you told me your fantasy I felt compelled to research my role, and that lead to this." I finish, pointing at the monitor.
"Chris, some of this is extreme, and scares me a bit... I really like you and all but I need to know just how far are you expecting to go with this?"
"Les, I don't know, I figured we'd take it day by day, and be honest enough with each other to discuss things before we try them."
"I don't want our relationship to revolve around kink, Chris. I want to go out to dinner, or a movie, or to the zoo just like regular couples do."
"Me too, Les," I say hastily, "I just want to do the things couples do, I admit I dig your kinky side, but I want to know the rest of you. I want to visit the museums, and go to a baseball game, and I want to do all that with you, as my girlfriend."
"Ok Chris, I want that too, so maybe we should postpone tonight so we can discuss it further, but I'd hate to waste all that money and effort... Do you trust me enough to go through with tonight?"
"Absolutely, you know my limits and we've established a safe word, so we're good Sweetheart."
Leslie picks up the picture of Carrie Sophie and me I have on my desk and comments, "You know, your sister and I look a lot alike, don't you think?"
I take the picture from her and hold it up, "you have the same body type I guess, but your much prettier, and have the edge on curves... Your ass is much sexier," I tell her in all honesty.
"Flatterer! Good answer, I'm glad I don't look like Sophie, not that she isn't gorgeous... You ready to go, Batman?"
I grab my cell and keys before climbing into her Honda and driving South, we talk about her classes, and my job as we drive, and after ten minutes I finally say, "aren't we going the wrong way?"
"I guess I forgot to tell you, we're not going to my house. My parents are coming home late tonight, and I didn't think I'd have enough time to clean up all the props."
"Where are we going then?"
"It's a surprise... I will tell you that it's a much better space for what I have planned, but you're just gonna have to trust me, sexy."
"Ah Les?" I remember to ask, "how come you never gave me your phone number, or email?"
"Is that why you never called or text me this week?" She answers.
"Well, yeah! Every time you text or call me, your number shows restricted."
"Oh Chris, I totally forgot about that! Last year I had a acquaintance that went bad, I had to get a restraining order against him, and my parents got me this special cell after he got a hold of my previous phone... I'm so sorry, here."
She waits for my to dig my phone out of my pocket, and gives me the number. I try a test text, and hear her phone ring from her purse, satisfied with her explanation. We drive through a small industrial park somewhere south of Hinsdale, it's a ghost town on a Saturday night, and there's very little traffic on the roads. We pull into the lot of a small stand alone warehouse, and Leslie say's brightly, "well here we are!"
"What is this place?" I ask with trepidation.
"This is my friend Kellie's art studio, she uses it for her sculpting, and let me borrow it for the night, she owns the gallery in downtown Hinsdale, have you been there?"
"No, I don't know anything about art, but she must be successful if she leases this building."
"I think her work is brilliant, we'll have to check out her gallery together."
Leslie hands me a garment bag, a large hat box, and a small cooler out of her hatch, and grabs a garment bag, and a large duffel bag herself before unlocking the door. She punches in the alarm code before locking the door behind us. We're standing in a small reception area, with a small desk and chair, there's a corridor behind the desk with two doors on the left side of the corridor, one on the right, and a double door at the far end, leading to the warehouse.
Leslie points to the second door on the left and tells me it's the men's room, and I can change in there. "You can fold your clothes, and I'll put them in my duffel bag, then give me at least fifteen minutes and come arrest me Batman." She gives me a long, deep kiss, and disappears through the studio door, carrying her bags. I enter the men's room and change into my costume, I like the way the gray tights feel as I slide them up my bare legs. I pull on the long sleeved top, making sure the bat logo is centered on my chest, before slipping into the black satin shorts, boots, and securing the cape around my neck. I pick up the yellow utility belt and find it much heavier than expected.
I examine the pouches and find Leslie filled them with props. There's a pair of black handcuffs, with black Plexiglas bats outlined in red, glued to each side, in another pouch is a black Plexiglas folding batarang, and about twenty feet of thin rope. In a third pouch I find a small aerosol can hand labeled 'bat gas,' and in another a small piece of paper that say's, use your cell phone as your bat communicator. Extremely impressed at the level of preparation Leslie's put into this, I place my cell into the pouch before placing the cowl over my head, and finally slide on the gauntlets. I'm surprised by my lack of peripheral vision, and now know why Adam West always twisted his upper torso to talk to someone at his side.
I step out into the corridor and see a duffel bag outside the ladies room, I drop my street clothes in and examine the small easel sitting by the doors leading to the warehouse, a hand painted sign saying 'Gato & Chat Fine Jewelry' sit's on the easel, and once again I'm impressed by the thought and effort Leslie has gone to for me. I step through the door into a large open space with a U shaped balcony, fifteen feet high running the length of three walls. The lights are dim, casting shadows all around the room, with the exception of a spotlight shining down on a small pedestal, holding a clear plastic box. Inside the box is a fist sized piece of glass, red in color. With a huge smile on my face, I look for a spot to hide, as I figure out Leslie wants me to catch Catwoman in the act, so I play along.
I briefly consider climbing up into the balcony and swinging down heroically, but quickly realize just how bad that could end and quickly nix the idea. I settle for hiding behind a very tall sculpture someone has covered in canvas, and wait for my arch nemesis to arrive. As I wait for Leslie, I see a number of items around the room covered by the canvas. I hear the sound of high heels striking cement floor and a shot of excitement runs through me, as I get ready to spring into action. Leslie steps into the light, and her costume takes my breath away, her catsuit is skin tight, black leather looking, and very very sexy. She's wearing a gold lame' belt, low across her hips with a flogger attached, ankle boots with gold stiletto heels, a long brown wig with cat ears pinned to it, and opera gloves with gold cat's claws. A mask covers her eyes, which appear to be heavily lined, and I think she's wearing false lashes too, and a bright red lipstick coats her pouty lips to perfection, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Leslie slinks up to the pedestal in a very catlike way, and examines the Plexiglas box a moment before giving a very Julie Newmarish shrug and tipping the Plexiglas box over and letting it crash to the floor. I wait for her to pick up the 'Catagoric Ruby' before stepping out and saying in my best Adam West voice, "give up Catwoman! It looks like your felonious feline day's are at an end!"
Leslie pivots and goes into a crouch, bearing her cat claws, and giving out a realistic hiss. "Batbrat! I should have known you'd be here! Where's the boy blunder?"
"I don't need him to catch a simple cat burglar, Catwoman." I say as I walk towards her. "Now come along peacefully, you have a date with Justice."
Leslie straightens from her crouch, and set's the ruby back on the pedestal. She gives me a pout and holds her wrists out for me to cuff. "I'm sorry Batman, I just can't seem to control myself, can I ask you a favor before you lock me away?"
"Certainly Catwoman, where you're heading I don't think anyone will grant you any favors. Maybe you'll look back on this kindness, and change your ways."
"Will you dance with me? It's been a long time since anyone danced with me."
I watch her warily as she walks over to a table in the shadows and turns on a boom box. She walks to the West wall and turns up the lights. She holds her hand out to join her near a couple of tables, and looks at me expectantly as the music starts. I'm expecting something modern, but surprise hits me when I recognize the song. It's the song Batman dances the Batusi to in the bar. Leslie starts doing the Pulp Fiction twist, and I join her doing a credible imitation of the Batusi. She's giggling when I make a V with my fingers and swipe them in front of my eyes, before I hold up my pointer fingers and raise them up next to my bat ears.
"You dance divinely, Batman, it's a shame we didn't do this sooner."
"You dance well yourself, Catwoman...If only you weren't on the crooked path, we might have..."
The song comes to an end, and Les shuts off the music, she turns her face to me and bats her long lashes, "may I fix my make up before you take me in?"
"Yes you may, but fair warning, I took a batantidote pill before coming here, so I won't fall for any of your fiendish tricks." I can see Leslie isn't pleased that I don't plan on making it easy, but she did kick me in the balls during her fantasy I clearly remember. She get's an evil look in her eye before picking up a compact and powdering her nose. Leslie turns her back to me as she drops the compact into her purse, and she makes me wait for her to turn back around, when she doesn't I place a hand on her shoulder. Leslie quickly pivots and thrusts her hand toward my eyes, her finger presses down a plunger and a mist of a floral smelling perfume sprays me square in the eyes. I cry out in shock at the burning sensation, and take a step back away from her as I raise my hands to rub my eyes.
"Don't rub, Batman! You'll only make it worse!" Catwoman call's out. I hear her take a step toward me, and feel something slide over my raised hands, and lock onto my wrists. I rapidly blink my eyes to clear my tear filled vision, but it only makes the stinging worse. I try to make fists, only to have my hands wrap around small padded bars sitting in my palms.
"Lay down Batman and I'll flush your eyes." Leslie commands, and I have no choice but to comply. I lay on my back, and notice my wrists are immobilized about a foot apart. Leslie unties my cape, and removes my cowl before straddling my prone body, trapping my bound hands under her ass. She removes her gloves and carefully raises my eyelid, she flushes each eye with a half bottle of Visine, and after a few moments the burning goes away. I blink a few times and my vision comes into focus, I'm looking up into Leslie's masked face, hovering a foot above mine.
"Well what have we here?" She say's with a purr in her voice, "why I believe it's millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne." She leans down and licks me from chin to forehead before continuing, "you see Batman, I wasn't really after the Catagoric Ruby, in fact, I know that ruby over there is fake... I was after bigger game, my dear Batbrat... YOU!" Leslie touches me on the tip of my nose, before standing up and leaning over me.
She holds up a Taser and wags it at me, "now don't you move, ok? She waits for my nod before stepping over to the table and picking up a remote control. I hear a rumbling sound and watch an overhead lift roll into view on it's I beam track, Leslie presses a second button and a hook on a chain lowers towards me.
"You see why I set my trap at this location, Batman? My friend uses this to hoist heavy sculptures, and I plan on using it to hoist you!" Leslie let's out a sexy laugh that ends in a purr, and I start to feel a tightness in my groin, despite my predicament. She attaches the hook to my suspension cuffs and with a warning to hang on tight, lifts me off my feet about a foot.
"Release me now, you fiendishly clever woman!" I demand, which has Les laughing and purring again. I watch her pick up her cell and pretend to call her 'litter.' "Hello Manx, it's the Boss, I need you and the girls to go to stately Wayne Manor and capture anyone there... Yes I have Batman trussed up like the big turkey he is, call me when you complete your mission."
"You devil! If you harm one hair on dear Aunt Harriet's head..." Leslie cuts off my protest by cupping my balls in her claws.
"Silence Batman! I'm in charge here, not you..." She's smiling as she removes my utility belt and set's it on a table, "now Batman, let me explain why I lured you here tonight." She removes my boots and drops them in a duffel bag, "I heard through the grapevine the famed police department, Irish Spring was sending it's greatest detective Sheerluck Jones to extradite me to the UK." Leslie say's this with a straight face, while I'm doing everything in my power not to crack up.
Leslie slides my shorts down and placing them with the boots in her duffel, while continuing her story in a mocking tone. "Now we know he's a much better crime fighter than you, and the only way I can escape him is to plan my escape route using the batcomputer." She pauses to look up at my arms, their starting to tremble with the strain, "can you hold on a few more minutes, Baby?"
I nod to her, pleased with the concern for my safety.
Getting back into role, she teases my waistline before pulling my tights down, and dropping them in the bag, while maintaining her dialogue. "My plan was to torture you until you broke and gave me the location of the batcave, but now I have your true identity, and will soon have dear old Aunt Harriet, you'll tell me the location, and I can torture you for fun!"
I'm naked from the waist down now, as Leslie lowers me to the floor. "On your knees, Batman!" She commands, and I comply. "Face down, bow to your captor!" I lower myself face down, arms stretched out, wrists still bound. I can't see Leslie, but feel her nudge my knees with the toe of her boot, "spread em Batty, let me get a look at you."
I spread my knees out, opening my backdoor for her inspection. I feel her kneel between my spread legs, her hands slide up my inner thighs and cup my balls, and I hear a quiet gasp. "Holy hairless, Batman, did you use Nair or something?"
"No Catwoman, I had it waxed for you." I say in a low, vulnerable voice.
"Are you fucking serious? Where?" Leslie say's thrilled that I'd go to this extreme for her.
"Aloha in Naperville, Molly mentioned them to Sophie, and I overheard the conversation," I lie, not wanting to explain why I had my ex would take me for a Brazilian.
Leslie lowers her cheek to my ass and say's "silky smooth, she did a great job, I don't see a stray hair anywhere, you did your whole body?"
"Eyebrows on down,"
"Brows too? I didn't notice with everything going through my head." Les takes a few moments to rub her hands across my back before getting back into character. "I think it's time to show you there's no escaping me this time, Batman."
I feel her grab my sack and pull it back between my thighs, the sound of wood sliding over metal reaches my ears, and I feel a slight pinch on my skin. After a minute of undefinable sound, Leslie say's, "there we go, Batman, meet the Humbler! Now I wouldn't try to move too much, we wouldn't want you to injure yourself." She follows that up with her purring laugh. She stands and steps in front of me. Squatting down, she takes a hold of my hair and lift's my head to look at my brows. "Well, they are shaped, but I think she could have thinned them out, and arched them more." I'm guessing this is Leslie speaking, and not Catwoman, and a little shudder runs down my spine. Leslie removes the suspension cuffs and orders me to rise up to all fours, every move tugs on my sack, and squeezes my balls together. I groan out in pain which pleases Catwoman immensely.
"Now that you realize just how helpless you are, why don't you just tell me where the batcave is, and save yourself some pain?" Leslie is pacing around me as she's talking, and I shake my head in answer. "Never Catwoman, you may as well release me now, you'll never get away with your fiendish plot!"
I hear the air swish just before I feel the sting of the flogger, Leslie hits me hard, very hard, and I can't help but rock forward, causing excruciating pain to my nuts. I can't quite bite off the scream building in my throat.
"Poor Batman, I've barely started, and you're already screaming like a little girl...I thought you'd be stronger." Leslie say's in a voice dripping in pity.
"When I escape, I will hunt you down wherever you go!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Careful Batman! Egghead threatened me once, and by the time I was done with him, he cracked like Humpty Dumpty."
Leslie lays at least twenty hard strokes on my ass, causing the tears to flow, and welts to raise on my ass, but I refuse to cry out anymore. She steps behind me, and I feel her fasten leather cuffs around my ankles. She then attaches the cuffs to a three foot spreader bar, forcing me to turn my knees inward to protect my balls. Once again Leslie paces around me and squat's in front of me, she removes my top, and places it in her bag. She then locks my wrists in thick leather cuffs, and stares into my eyes for a minute. "Are you ok Chris?" She asks softly, and I nod yes.
"I don't know where you got the humbler, but it's damn effective." I reply equally as soft. She smiles warmly at that and responds, "remember that in the future, I kinda like you on your knees."
She stands and walks behind me and removes the dreaded humbler, she softly massages my balls for a minute, giving me an instant hard on, before walking to the table to exchange the humbler for a riding crop. Leslie returns and sits on my back, side saddle, and teases my balls with the crop. "Crawl over to that table across the room, Batman, I expect a smooth ride, understand?" She swats my balls with the flap end of the crop to emphasize her point.
'This is not what I fantasized,' I'm thinking as I crawl across the floor with Leslie riding on my back, swatting my already red ass with a crop. 'Man up, you gave her free reign!' I tell myself, and bite back a curse. We arrive at the table which I see has chains strategically attached on all four of it's thick legs. Leslie orders me to stand, and then to lay on my back on the table. My cock betrays me by standing erect, with the head dripping pre cum. She secures my wrists and steps to my side. Her newly manicured blood red right hand roams across my torso, teasing my nipples before working it's way south and grabbing my cock. She strokes me a few times, producing more pre cum before gathering up on her pointer finger and bringing it to my tightly squeezed lips. Leslie bends down and whispers, "lick my finger clean, Batman."
I shake my head violently from side to side. "If you don't," Leslie say's sweetly, "Aunt Harriet gets it!" I reluctantly stick my tongue out and take a tentative lick. Leslie forces the issue by wiping her finger across my lips, leaving them glossy. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" My glare is all the response I care to give. She laughs before saying, "You'll be begging me to swallow your spunk soon enough!" I attempt to say no, and tell her this isn't what I expected, but she covers my mouth and shush's me before I can say a thing.
Leslie leans in close and whispers, "work with me here, I promise you'll be very happy by the time we're done...Please don't safe word yet, ok Chris?" Now I feel trapped, I want to please her, and see where she's going, but the thought of swallowing my own cum disturbs me to the core.
"Please Chris, play along, I have so much invested in this, and I promise you'll enjoy yourself." I realize at this point that my fantasy has become Leslie's, and her imagination and planning far exceed my own.
"Alright Les, I'll play along for now, but please don't anything we'll both regret, ok?"
Leslie mashes her lips onto mine and kisses me deeply, I notice her lipstick didn't even smear when she leans back. She quickly walks across the room and grabs her duffel, while her back is turned I quickly lick my lips. I taste the pre cum, but none of the waxy flavor of lipstick. Leslie returns with the duffel and I can see the excitement in her expression as she set's it on the table next to ours. She grabs something out of my bag and walks over to the boom box. Music starts playing as she returns to my side, she's wearing surgical gloves, eliciting a feeling of panic in me, and my eyes are wide as she steps to the head of the table. "Shh, relax baby, you didn't have an enema, remember?"
I'm breathing very heavily, so she caresses my face to calm me down. Out of the corner of my eye I see her raise something and place it between my lips. I look up at her meekly as she slips the penis gag between my lips, buckling it tightly behind my head.
"Are you ready for the fun part?" She teases as she returns to my side. I nod my head yes, and she takes hold of my cock and strokes me to hardness. "I need you to rattle your chains when you're about to cum, ok?"
I nod my head yes again, and she smiles. My eyes follow her as she reaches into her bag as she continues stroking my cock. Leslie sets the item down at my side, then moves to the foot of the table. She lowers her mouth to my rock hard cock, and wraps those perfectly painted lips around my head. Her eyes never leave mine as she takes my shaft completely down her throat. She quickens her pace, and I lay my head back in ecstasy. Damn does this feel fantastic! I raise my head again and watch her cute cat ears bobbing up and down. She uses her hand to stroke me while she catches her breath, after a minute she smirks, "you ready to talk yet, Batman?"
I try to reply no, but all I can manage is a grunt with this three inch rubber cock gagging me, so I resort to shaking my head vehemently. She smiles a sly smile and wraps her lips around my cock again. This time she strokes me as she sucks, and after a minute I rattle my chains. Leslie raises her head and quickly grabs the item she set by my side, I feel something slide over my head and after three strokes, Leslie has me shooting a massive load.
When I'm completely spent, she removes the device before I can see it. I lay my head back, and try to catch my breath around the gag. Leslie see's this so she leans over and unbuckles the gag, sliding it out of my mouth.
"Sorry about that, I ordered a whiffle ball gag, but it hasn't arrived yet." Les whispers in a concerned tone.
"I'm alright, babe." I whisper back to her smiling face.
She takes a step back and picks up her phone, pretending to answer a call, she watches me with a twinkle in her eye as she say's, "Hello Calico, how's it going at stately Wayne manor? She did? Hold on... Batman, my girls are at your house, they tell me they caught your young ward, Dick jerking off to the Patty Duke show!"
I can't help but to burst out laughing at the visual, she continues in a very amused voice, "Manx has him wearing the maid's uniform, and following her around like a love sick puppy!"
"You Fiend! How dare you corrupt that poor, innocent lad!"
Leslie is giggling as she continues, "Tabby wants to see him polish Alfred's silverware, shall I let her Batty?"
"Alright Catwoman, you win, I'll take you to the batcave, please don't traumatized my family any further."
Leslie slinks back up to the table and leans down close. She nibbles on my ear before running her tongue across my neck. I tilt my head and look into her triumphant eyes, I watch the amusement on her face as she tells me, "Robin already showed my girls the secret entrance to the batcave behind the book case in your study, he's begging my girls to turn him into their sissy slave." My jaw kinda opens and closes a couple of times, not knowing what to say to that. Leslie looks on in amusement as she say's "what's the matter Batty, cat got your tongue?"
I squeeze my eyes shut as my shoulders shake in mirth at the horrible pun.
Leslie puts the phone back to her ear and say's, "go ahead, make Dick polish Alfred's silverware, make sure to take lots of pictures, we may need blackmail material in the future. I'll be there by dawn, I have some unfinished business with the Bat."
"What made you so evil?" I ask her, wondering what exactly she has planned for the rest of the evening.
She looks down and smiles at me, "are you ready for round two, Batman?" I squeeze my eyes shut as she laughs her purring laugh.
She releases my cuffs from their chains and orders me to my feet. I stand and she guides me to the foot of the table and secures my wrists to the table, with my body facing the table top. Leslie runs her nails up and down my spine, and my body shivers in delight. I feel her tongue slide from the base of my neck down to my ass. She kneels between my legs and starts licking my ass. I whimper with pleasure as she runs her tongue up and down my crack. "Would you like me to continue?" Leslie say's seductively.
"Oh God yes!" I whisper. "Beg me to continue," she say's.
"Please lick me Catwoman, it feels so good, I beg you to continue."
Leslie uses the tip of her tongue to tease my hole, it feels fantastic! And I feel myself spreading my legs farther apart. She licks me faster and harder, while reaching up and stroking my semi hard dick.
"Oh baby, that feels sooo good! Please don't stop, I'm so turned on right now!"
Leslie stands up and rubs my sphincter with her left hand, while stroking me with her right.
"No baby, please don't stop," I beg. She pauses a minute using both hands to lube up her right fingers. Her fingers return to teasing my asshole, while her left attaches her device to my swollen head.
Leslie whispers, "you are such a bad Bat, you want my fingers up your ass, don't you?" With her left hand stroking me, and her right teasing my ass, I can only breathe hard and nod.
"I need you to beg for it, Batman."
"Please Catwoman, please finger fuck my ass!" I hiss hoarsely, my throat raw with desire.
I feel her pointer slide in and tease my prostate, she strokes her finger in and out a few times before slipping her middle finger in to join the pointer.
"Oh Catwoman, you devil! That feels phenomenal, please keep fucking me."
"Look at the mighty Batman, begging me to fuck him in his uptight ass! What would Superman think?" Leslie mocks as she milks my ass.
"Fuck Superman, I hear he can't get it up, limp bastard!"
"Oh Batty, such dirty language in front of a Lady!"
"Catwoman, you ain't no Lady, you're an evil Temptress!"
Leslie laughs as she doubles her effort milking me. Between her fingers rubbing my prostate, and her left hand stroking my cock, I feel my balls tighten and so does Leslie, because she stops all stimulation.
"No! Please don't stop!" I beg Leslie, my desire to cum taking over my brain.
"Beg me for permission to cum," Leslie say's seductively.
"Please let me cum Catwoman, please!"
"What will you do for me?" She whispers, as her fingers slowly tease my gland.
"Anything, please! I'll do whatever you want, I swear! Please let me cum."
"Anything?" "God yes! Please!"
I sense her satisfaction as she resumes stroking me with her left hand. Both her fingers are rubbing my prostate now, and I feel the most amazing orgasm of my life! I feel my cum dribble out slowly but steadily, and every spasm feels like a new orgasm. I swear my orgasm lasts two whole minutes before Leslie removes her fingers, and removes the device from my cock. My legs are rubbery, and I'm completely spent, as I lay my head on the table. Leslie unlocks the chains and helps me climb onto the table. She lay's down next to me, and runs her fingers across my nipples.
"Oh my God Les, that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt!" I pant, emotion filling my voice.
She kisses me tenderly before saying, "we're not done yet, lover... You better have some more gas in that tank!"
I gasp in shock and try to wrap my head around her words. She stands up and walks over to the cooler I carried in. "I brought Grape juice, Gatorade, and water, what would you like?"
"Better make it Gatorade," I reply, swinging my legs over the edge of the table, and sitting up. She hands me an Orange Gatorade and sits next to me with a Grape juice.
"Thank you," I say softly, "tonight has been magical, I mean," struggling to find the words, I continue, "the details, the props, your costume! It's a dream come true."
Leslie kisses me passionately before saying, "you're welcome lover, you're such a great guy, I'm glad I'm the girl who got to do this for you."
We take twenty minutes to rest and recharge before Leslie commands me to lie back down on my back. She wraps something that looks like a blood pressure cuff around each of my thighs and using spring snaps fastens my left ankle and wrist cuff to my left thigh, and the same on the right. I find myself immobile, with my knees drawn up. She looks down with a satisfied smile, before saying, "I would gag you again Batman, but I do love to hear you beg." Leslie continues to purr, getting us back into our roles.
She looks down at me with her hands on her hips, before nodding to herself. Leslie reaches behind her neck, but can't work the zipper of her costume, she looks at me apologetically, and I wink in reassurance. She unsnaps my right hand, and after a bit of a struggle get the zipper to go down. She silently thanks me and secures my right hand before turning her back and doing a slow striptease for me. I watch her peel her suit off in pure lust, and realize this is the first time I've seen her fully naked. She removes the mask and looks over her shoulder seductively, I'm panting as she wiggles her hips, and shakes her perfect ass.
"Do you like my body Batman?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want my body?"
"God yes!"
"Would you do anything to have me?"
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
She turns around and slinks over to my side wearing nothing but the brown wig and cat ears. She leans over and strokes my hair, her tits are hanging right in my face, and I stick my tongue out to lick her nipples.
"Swear to me you'll do whatever I want, no, you'll beg me to do whatever I command!"
"I swear I'll beg you to do whatever you command!"
Leslie laughs a wicked purring laugh and climbs up on the table. She places her knees on either side of my head and slowly lowers her shaved pussy down over my face. I eat her with passion, and bring her to orgasm in three minutes. She shudders a few times before leaning over and taking my flaccid cock in her mouth. She has multiple orgasms as I eat her, but my poor cock just isn't ready yet.
After her seventh or eighth orgasm she climbs off me and gives me a sympathetic smile.
"Don't worry lover, we have time." She reaches down into her duffel and rummages around for a minute, she stands up and grins at me evilly. She steps out of view, and a tremor of anticipation flows through me, she reappears and struts to the end of my table, between my legs. Her left hand is holding the lube, but her right hand is hidden from view.
"It's time to see if your a man of your word!" She climbs up onto the table sporting a realistic seven inch dildo. Her eyes never leave mine as she rolls a condom down the thick shaft." My eyes must be as wide a saucers as I try to swallow. Leslie looks down expectantly, as if waiting for me to safe word out of this situation.
I finally work up enough saliva to say, "Please Catwoman, fuck me up my slutty ass."
"Not bad! You ARE a man of your word after all, but you really need to beg better than that!" Leslie pouts while stroking lube on her cock.
"Please Mistress Catwoman, fill my dirty little pussy with your magnificent cock, I need it so bad."
"Oh, it's Mistress now, is it? Do I look like a kept woman to you, Brat? You will call me Goddess from now on!"
"I'm sorry Goddess, I've been a dirty Acolyte, please bestow your blessing on me with your rod of punishment."
Leslie laughs with delight before replying, "oh that was good! Goddess is pleased." She uses three fingers to spread generous amounts of lube up my ass. She guides her head up to my anus, and takes her time penetrating. A gasp slips past my lips as the head forces it's way past my sphincter muscles. God it burns at first, but with patience, and time the pain goes away, and Leslie is able to thrust the cock all the way in. She wiggles her hips to acclimate my ass to her cock before she starts thrusting short thrusts, never pulling out more than two inches.
It feels fucking awesome! I'd never in my wildest dreams imagined I would let anyone shove anything up my ass!
"Ohhh Goddess, smite me harder, faster, deeper, please!"
Leslie starts thrusting in earnest, driving her cock deep into my ass. "You are such a dirty little slut Batman! What would dear Aunt Harriet say?" She say's with a grunt as she pounds my ass.
"Goddess, I'm about to cum, I can't hold on much longer!" I gasp through clinched teeth.
"Don't you dare Slut!" Leslie commands. She quickly grabs her device and attaches it to my head.
"Please Goddess, let me cum like the dirty whore I am!"
"What will you do for me?"
"Anything...Please Goddess!"
"Will you suck my cock?"
"Yes, oh please Goddess."
"Will you swallow my load?"
"I will swallow every drop, I swear."
"Then you may cum, you dirty slut!"
Once again the stimulation to my prostate has me seeping out a load of cum. My whole body is intensively sensitive, every little breeze, even the slightest touch by Leslie sends my body into uncontrollable shivers. Les dismounts and brushes a damp strand of the wig out of her face. She looks down at me with a very satisfied smile. She removes her cum catching device from my cock, and walks over to the cooler to grab two drinks. She removes the wig, and set's it on a stand next to the radio before returning to my side and freeing me from my bondage. She then places the restraints in her bag before sitting down next to me. I roll on to my side, with my knees drawn up, and my hands between my legs. Leslie strokes my back and shoulder, and does something to her dildo as I lay there trying to come to terms with my experience tonight. After ten minutes fatigue washes over me as the adrenaline wears off. I feel my eyes start to droop, and so does Leslie.
""Not yet Batman, you still owe me something." she say's hopping off the table.
"Goddess, not even Jesus could raise my dick from the dead," I say sleepily.
She giggles before saying, "not that! We can do that anytime."
I look at her confused and she wags her cock up and down. My eyes are pleading with her's, but
a hardness comes to her features, and I find myself rolling to my feet. She leans against the foot of the table and crosses her arms under her breasts expectantly. I walk over and kneel in front of her like a whore, I lower my forehead to the ground and say, "Goddess, may I please orally worship your rod of punishment? I beg you to allow me to drink it's wisdom. I promise to swallow every drop... Please allow me to swallow your most precious spunk."
"Very very good, Bitch! Make sure you look up at my face...You may begin."
With my eyes looking up, use my right hand to guide her cock to my lips. I kiss the head a few times before slipping my tongue out to lick the tip. Leslie taps her foot with impatience, so I man up and take about four inches into my mouth.
I bob my head up and down on her shaft a few times, feeling the head puff my cheek out. I try to take more, but my gag reflex set's off a spasm, and I have to stop and bow my head for a moment.
"Relax your throat, I know you can do it," Leslie say's encouragingly.
I try to relax my throat and convincing myself to fight through it, I force all seven inches down my throat. My gag reflex threatens to overwhelm me, but I reach up and grab Leslie's ass and pull her hips toward me. I can feel her giggles as I use her hips for leverage.
"Look at me Bitch!" She commands, and I raise my eyes with a mouth full of cock. She's holding her phone, and taking pictures. I panic and try to back off her cock, but her left hand grabs my hair, holding me tight.
She set's her phone down and using both hands, holds my head still and starts grinding her cock in an out of my mouth. I tap her thigh for relief, but she's close to orgasming and continues to fuck my face. I feel her body shudder, and she throws her head back as she cums.
Her fingers have a death grip on my hair as her body spasms. I'm expecting a load of my own spunk to fill my mouth at any moment, but it never comes. I feel Les release her death grip as her orgasm ends, and she allows me to back off her cock. I back off, working my painful jaw muscles as I do, her voice freezes me in place, and it takes me a second to comprehend her words with the blood pounding in my ears.
"I said sit back on your heels, place your hands behind your back, tilt your head back, open that cock sucking mouth, and close your fucking eyes, Slut!"
I do as I'm commanded and through slit lids watch her aim her head at my open mouth and strokes her cock. She's giggling happily as I feel warm cum hit my face and fill my mouth. It seems like a lifetime before it stops and Leslie orders me to stick my cum filled tongue out for inspection.
"Use your fingers to clean your face, and I don't need to tell you the rest."
I use my fingers to wipe up the cum from all over my face, and into my mouth. It takes me a few minutes to get it all, and as I open my eyes I see her cum coated hand holding her dripping cock. I lean in and lick her hand clean before swallowing her cock again to clean it. I lick it clean and turn my eyes to the floor. I see a few drops and drop down to lick the floor clean, much to Leslie's amused laugh.
"Chris, that wasn't necessary, we could have used a mop for that... Come here baby, let me hug you."
I stand up and she grabs me in a fierce hug. I bury my head in her long blonde hair and start weeping.
"Shh baby, it's ok. You were fantastic, you know that?"
"But but why did you take the pictures?" I blubber.
"I didn't lover, I was faking it to see your reaction."
I continue to stand there and weep as she rubs my back. "I am so proud of you, you were so very brave... Now I want you to go take a shower, there's one in the ladies room. I'm going to take this thing off and clean up a bit, I'll join you in a few minutes...We're almost done, ok?"
"Ok Les, ah Goddess." Leslie smiles at me and pats me on the ass as I head to the shower. I'm standing under a hot stream when Leslie joins me, she lathers me up with the only soap available, a lavender body wash. She loofah's me thoroughly and I reciprocate, washing her in return. We step out of the shower and towel off. I start for my clothes in the men's room when Leslie's command halts me in my tracks.
"We have one loose end to wrap up before we're done, Batman. Return to the studio and wait for me, I'll be along in a minute."
"Yes Goddess," I mumble and walk back to the studio, my will to resist completely gone.
I pick up the bottle of water she left out for me, and I have a seat on the table. She walks over to me wearing her sweats, and I can't help but feel a bit put off by this.
"Well Batman, we're coming to the end of our little adventure, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes Goddess, thank you."
"I bet you want to leave your life of crime fighting behind and come be my sex slave, no?"
"Yes Goddess, I'd give up everything to remain in your glorious presence."
"I'm afraid I have other plans for you Bruce, you see, first thing in the morning you're going to transfer five million dollars to my account in Catmandu, if you don't, I'll sell your secret identity to the highest bidder, do you understand?"
"Yes Goddess, but if I come with you, we could share my complete fortune!"
"As tempting as that sounds, I'm afraid I need you to perform another task for me... Follow me." I follow her across the studio to a salon chair set in front of a make up mirror and counter, she flips a switch on the wall and the big round bulbs framing the mirror come to life.
"Uh, why does your friend have this in her studio?"
"Silence! I didn't give you permission to speak... Sit down!"
I sit down, puzzled by this little twist in the fantasy. Leslie makes her intentions quite clear however when she wraps a thick leather belt around my throat, securing me to the headrest.
"Goddess, you don't need the strap, I'm a beat man, you have me by the balls."
"Nevertheless, I have a feeling you might not like the climax of our adventure."
With a resigned sigh, I vow not to freak out at her next words.
"You see Batman, I still have Sheerluck Jones of Irish Spring hot on my trail, so we're going to leave him a gift to throw him off my trail."
"A gift, Goddess?"
"Yes, now give me your left hand." I place my hand into her's and she quickly glues long red artificial nails on my fingers.
"Goddess?"
"You're going to impersonate me, and by the time he extradites you to the U.K., and discovers your true identity, I'll be sipping Margaritas on my Catamaran, as I sail off into the sunset."
"But what about my voice?"
"You'll remain silent or Harriet and Alfred will meet Davy Jones... Now give me your right hand."
Why does every girl I've met lately wants me in drag? I hand her my right hand and she quickly glues the nails on.
"Um Leslie?" I say tentatively, hoping she understands I'm asking as myself, and not Batman.
She's busy sharpening a eyeliner pencil when she looks up at me, "yes Chris?"
"Why are we doing this? I thought you wrapped things up rather well."
"To be honest Chris, my intention was to do this when I first subdued you. But your arms weren't holding up well to the suspension, and I had to improvise from there."
"You were brilliant sweetheart, but I still don't understand why you're doing this now, when we're just going to take it right off again."
"Because I spent a lot of time and money on your Catwoman costume, so did my friend and frankly I want to see you wear it at least once before you get rid of it, ok?" She asks peevishly.
"Uh, alright Les, you're running the show here." I mumble reluctantly.
Les takes her pencil and lines my eyes expertly and before I can say a word, she puts a finger up to my lips before applying a set of false lashes. She sponges on some foundation, quickly blending it, before she finishes off with a loose powder. Her next move is to line my lips with a red pencil, followed by a bright red lipstick. She spins my chair around before I get a look in the mirror, and as if Leslie read my mind, she say's, "no peeks until after we dress you." She unfastens the strap holding me in the chair, and bids me to follow her.
"Yes Goddess." I mutter dejectedly.
"I'm beginning to like that title, you will call me that from now on ok, Chris?" With the way she placed emphasis on my name, I know she means outside of the fantasy.
"Yes Goddess."
We walk back over to where she left her big duffel and hands me a black satin bra and a black padded pantie. "Put these on, I left your costume in the office, I'll be right back." I step into the pantie and slide them up, being careful with my new long nails. As soon as I pull them up I feel my flat ass lift up and separate. I try to put the bra on the traditional way, but my nails get in the way, and I'm forced to fasten it in front and spin it around, before slipping my arms into the straps. 'Why the fuck am I doing this?' I ask myself forlornly as I wait for Leslie to return. Now that I don't have her standing next to me, I start to feel like my life has gone way out of control. Leslie returns carrying a garment and a shopping bag, she see's the look on my face and set's them down on the table. She sits next to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Nothing... Everything, I don't know." I say dejectedly.
"Shh, everything's going to be just fine... Don't cry ok?"
"I'm not going to cry," I mutter, "but ever since I moved here I feel like my life is way out of control! In Idaho it was just me and my work, no real friends, no neighbors who took the time to get to know me, no Carrie or Sophie or Molly... And no Leslie."
"Life is full of change Baby, yeah it can seem overwhelming at first, but you adapt, and roll with the changes... I believe you're suffering from a thing called sub drop, I read it happens quite often after intense D/s play... Can I ask why you specifically named Molly? I understand why you mentioned your sister and me, but why her?"
"Oh it's stupid I guess, but I lost a dumb bet to her and now I have to spend Halloween wearing a dress and escorting her to a gender bender ball, whatever the hell that is!"
"Well, I guess there go my plans, when were you going to tell me about this?"
"I lost the bet on Thursday, and we haven't spoken until today. I didn't have your number, remember?"
"Alright... Are you ok, now I mean?"
"Yeah, I guess, let's see how I look as a Femme Fatale, shall we?"
Leslie smiles at my suggestion and say's, "here, stand up, let me fix your bra." She untwists the band in back and pulls a box out of the shopping bag.
"Turn around," she orders and slides two silicone breast forms into the cups of my bra. She makes a couple of adjustments, and takes a step back to evaluate my appearance.
"Aren't these a bit overboard?" I ask, cupping my new tits.
"Perhaps, at first I experimented with balloons, then water balloons, and even rice bags,
but none of them worked for me, they either burst, leaked, or were lumpy, so I said fuck it, and bought those at the prosthetic store near the hospital... Now, I had a lot of trouble getting into my catsuit, but I think I have the solution for yours." Leslie pulls out a black sheer halter style body stocking and has me sit on the table, she quickly slides it up my legs, over my padded ass, and up my torso, over my new bust, securing the halter top behind my neck. Once again she steps back and appraises my appearance. A hint of a smile crosses her features as she reaches for the garment bag. She hands me her cat claw gloves and has me put them on first.
"Uh Les..."
"Goddess, remember?"
"Goddess, why do I need the red nails if I'm wearing gloves?"
She presses a red nail to her lips, and ponders the question. "The gloves are to prevent Sheerluck from fingerprinting you until you get back to Londinium. I guess you really didn't need the nails, but since they're already glued on, and I think they're fucking sexy, we'll leave them on, and remove them at your place later."
I slide the gloves on and with the red nails, and claws, my hands don't fit in the gloves right, and my fingers look freakishly long. Leslie pulls out an almost identical copy of her costume, only my belt is attached to the costume, unlike Leslie's. I sit on the edge of the table and watch Leslie wrestle my costume up each leg, pausing here and there to straighten the material. I can understand why she struggled with her own, this thing is skin tight, yet pliable at the same time, it hugs every curve like a second skin. With a sharp tug, Leslie pulls the waist up over my padded ass, and onto my abdomen. I notice right away the belt rides really low, right about the top of my dick, and the padding has given me a shapely ass and hips.
"Ok Batman, now for the hard part," Leslie say's panting. She drinks from a bottle of water, before ordering me to slide my arms into the suit. "Please be careful, we don't want to rip the suit."
I slip my arms in, and slowly shrug my shoulders as she steps behind me to help get the suit up over my tits, and over my shoulders. She tugs a bit before ordering me to turn around. I turn, and she adjusts my tits so their level and anatomically correct before she spins me around again, and zips up the suit.
"Wow! You look incredible!" Leslie gushes, "I can't believe my eyes... Here, let's put the wig and mask on!" Leslie grabs the now dry wig and places it on my head, with a few minor adjustments, she examines the final placement, "purrrfect, now let's pin it in place." She holds up six bobbie pin looking things and uses them to secure the wig to my hair. I hear a little click and feel a tug on my hair every time she pushes a pin in place. Leslie steps back and smiles beatifically. She quickly pins the mask to the wig and orders me to have a seat. "Time for your boots, Foxy, I hope they fit, all I had was your men's size to convert."
She pulls a pair of knee length leather stiletto boots from her bag, and slides them on. They fit ok, and I'm able to stand in them fine.
"I wanted ankle boots like mine, but couldn't find them in your size, those have a two and a half inch heel, I hope that's ok?"
"They fit fine, Goddess, and anything taller and I'd probably kill myself."
"My God Chris, you look really convincing, I knew you and Carrie were twins, but I thought she looked a bit masculine, until now."
"Gee thanks I think, My sister is anything but masculine."
"That's not what I meant Sweetie, you're sister is very pretty, I was talking about her chiseled cheekbones, and strong jaw... But anyway, let's go see how sexy you look."
We walk across the room to the large mirror, and I have to admit, I do make one sexy Catwoman! I study my rack, and find myself becoming aroused, my eyes travel down to my low slung belt. Due to the padded pantie there's no visible sign of my growing cock, and my crotch is quite smooth. I pivot and check out my ass, and once again I marvel at the smooth roundness, of my new feminine curves, and my boot encased calves. My eyes return to my face and I study my red lips, and kohl lined eyes, and I bat my long lashes and chuckle at the result.
"You need to swing your ass as you walk, I know it doesn't feel natural, but you still walk like a guy," Leslie say's helpfully, as she reaches into her purse. Her hand pulls out a small digital camera, and raises her eyebrow in inquiry.
I freeze in panic, eyes widening in fear.
"Please Baby, no one would recognize you anyway... I swear to keep them to myself, and you if you want."
"I don't think it's a good idea, not that I don't trust you, but..."
"Chris, even you have to admit I did a great job with that costume, please let me take a few pictures as a souvenir."
I sigh, knowing this is a bad idea, reluctantly nod my consent. I face her, placing my hands on my hips, cocking my right hip outward. Leslie smiles in approval and shoots a couple of pictures.
I change my pose by going into a slight crouch and displaying my claws.
Leslie's laughing in delight as I get on all fours in a sex kitten pose, before I stand up and turn away from her. I look over my shoulder, and place a claw in my teeth. I toss my head the other way, and slap my ass. Leslie's whistling, and calling out encouragements as I thrust my bubble ass out and shake it for her. My last pose has my left hand on my hip, and my right patting my curls."
"You are such a slut!" Leslie laughs as she reviews the pictures. "Ok Batty, time to wrap it up." She's dangling the bat cuffs from her finger, smiling suggestively.
She's walking toward me when her phone rings in her purse, she pauses before deciding to let the call go to voice mail. She's locking the cuff on my left wrist when her phone rings again. "What the hell?" She ignores the second call and locks my right wrist in the cuff, as her phone rings a third time.
"I'm sorry Baby, I better get that, it's probably my Dad."
"Ok Goddess, I'm not going anywhere."
She grabs the phone and answers it, I hear the one sided conversation. "Hello..It is, what! When! Are they ok? Critical, oh my God! Where were they taken?, hold on, let me grab a pen..." Leslie's back's to me and I see her shoulders shake with silent tears as she digs through her purse for a pen.
I walk up behind her and rub her back soothingly, as she writes down a phone number. "Yes, I'm leaving now, I'll be there as soon as I can, thank you."
She turns and throws her arms around me, she's crying as she say's, "my parents were in an accident on the way home from Wisconsin, it looks like my Dad had a heart attack and caused the accident. They're both in critical condition, and I have to go!"
Leslie snatches up her purse and duffel full of clothes, and turns to run out. "Les, wait!" I say raising my voice, "Get me out of these and I'll come with you."
"I'm sorry Chris, I don't have time to wait for you to change... Listen, the keys and your phone are in the utility belt, after you change call a cab Please?"
"Yeah, sure... I'm so sorry Baby, call me if you need anything, ok?
"I will, here's the key to the front door," She tosses the key on the nearest table as she's talking. "Make sure to set the alarm when you leave, the code is 46672... I love you!"
"I love you too," I call out instinctively at her retreating back. I hear the shop door slam and I head over to the table with the utility belt. I find trying to grasp small objects with my gloved, nailed, clawed fingers impossible.
I try to remove my gloves, but I can't seem to slide them off because my skin tight catsuit sleeves are covering the long opera gloves, and the cuffs are locked tight on my wrists. I try using my teeth, to no avail, and look around for something to cut the gloves with... Nothing!
I remember my small pen knife on my key chain, and head in the direction of the men's and ladies room, I look in both rooms and find my clothes are gone!
'Fuck!' I think frantically, 'she's got my keys, and wallet with her? What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" I go back into the shop, frantically trying to remove the gloves, but the fucking things won't budge! It's like they're crazy glued onto my arms, and these god damned handcuffs aren't helping. At least Leslie didn't cuff my hands around my back.
I go back to the utility belt and slide my iPhone out the pouch... "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuccckkk!" I shout when the gloves prevent my fingers from operating the unlocking slide.
I use the tip of my nose to finally unlock the phone, and it takes several tries before I can pull up my contacts list. I call Leslie's phone, and it rings four times before going to voice mail. I hang up and try her five more times before finally leaving her a voice mail. I set the phone down and sit on the edge of the table.
"Think, god damn it, think!" I say out loud. I have limited options here. My first priority is to get the cuffs and gloves off, and the second is to figure out a way home. At this point my costume is the only clothing available since Leslie dropped the Bat suit in the duffel she took, so no matter how I get home, it will be in the Cat suit, unless I can get a hold of Leslie. Shit! If her parents are in critical, she'll have to turn her phone off. Who knows when she'll remember to turn it back on! Carrie's in Frisco with Sophie, so no luck there... Molly, I'll have to call Molly.
Dread fills me at the thought of having to explain this situation to her! But I don't see any other choice here, I can't stay here and hope Leslie calls before her friend comes in to work, and I certainly can't walk home from here, so I'll just have to bite the bullet and call Molly. I pick up my phone and manipulate it again with my nose, after several tries I'm finally able to dial her number, I inadvertently hit speaker just as she answers.
"Hello?"
I can hear muted music and conversation in the background as I say, "Hi Molly, its Chris...I'm really sorry to have to call you like this, but I'm in a bit of trouble here, and was wondering if you could possibly help me out?"
"What kind of trouble, are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, but I'm stuck here somewhere southeast of Hinsdale, and desperately need a ride home."
"Chris, I'm in the middle of something here, can't you call your sister, or one of the guys?"
"Carrie and Sophie had to fly to San Francisco this afternoon, and I'm in a situation here that I don't think the guys would understand."
"What do you mean by a situation?"
"It's a long story, and I can explain everything when you get here, but I will tell you I'm stuck here with no keys, no wallet or cash, and no other options."
*Sigh* "Alright Chris, tell me where you are, and I'll come get you... You owe me for this, Buster!"
"Name the time and the place and I'll take you to dinner at any restaurant you want, Molly... Thank you, very much."
I give her the address, and she tells me it'll take her at least forty minutes, and to hang tight.
As I wait I try to get the cuffs unlocked, but can't even pick up the fucking tiny key, so after fifteen fucking minutes of frustration, I give up. I go make sure the front door is unlocked, prop open the shop door and wait for Molly to arrive.
Molly arrives over an hour later, and I hear her call out, "Chris?"
"Back here Molly," I say out loud. She walks through the shop door and when she see's me, stops dead in her tracks.
"Chris is that you?"
"Yeah Molly, it's me." I say, head hung low.
I see shock, then amusement cross her face as she looks me over from head to toe.
"Um, Chris, why are you dressed like that?" She say's while trying to hold back a laugh.
"I could tell you here, or we can go home and I can explain over a cold drink... I could really use a drink right now."
I get to my feet, and look at the ceiling as she slowly walks a circle around me.
"This has got to be one helluva story," she finally say's after her laughter subsides.
I hold my manacled wrists up and ask her to unlock the cuffs. I point out the key on the table, and grinning, she dangles the key in front of me for a minute, and pretends to drop it down her blouse. I'm about to freak when she laughs, and unlocks the cuffs.
"I see Batman's been here, did he leave you like this?" she snickers while examining the cuffs before handing them to me.
"Molly," I say flabbergasted, I'm not gay, damn it!"
Her eye's go wide and I look down to see what she's looking at. To my horror, it's Leslie's bag of toys, with her strap on sitting predominantly on top.
"Molly, I can explain..." I shut up when she holds her hand up and say's, "you can tell me at home, because now I need that drink too."
I drop the cuffs and utility belt into the toy bag, pick up my phone, and follow her towards the exit.
"Um, Molly, that key to your right is to the front door, could you grab it please?"
Molly grabs the key and I follow her to the front door. I give her the alarm code and she set's it before locking the door behind us. We drive home in silence, and now that the cuffs are gone, I'm able to finally pull the gloves off, and remove the mask. I see Molly's watching me out of the corner of her eye the whole time I'm fussing with my costume. We get back to her place and she pulls into the garage and closes the door before we climb out of her Beemer. I follow her into her study and she points to a love seat to the left of her desk, facing a flat screen tv.
"What would you like to drink?" She asks as she set's her purse and keys on the desk.
"Tequila on the rocks if you got it... A tall one please." She nods and walks out of the study.
She returns carrying two drinks and a bottle of Tequila, she set's them down on a side table, and motions me to lean forward. I lean, and she lift's the back of the wig to expose the zipper of my costume.
"Chris, it looks like the tab on the zipper's gone, I'll have to use pliers to unzip you...But we can take care of that later, if you're comfortable."
I want to say no! Get me out of this thing NOW!" But at this point does it really matter? I don't have anything else to wear at the moment, so I respond, "at this point it can wait."
She smiles and takes a seat in a comfortable looking chair next to the end table. I take a long pull of my drink before telling Molly the story. I tell her about my fantasy, and the events of the evening, while glossing over the details. She's amused by the scenario, and compliments Leslie on her creativity, she even offers sympathy when I tell her about the accident. I finish my drink, and Molly pours me another as she crosses her legs and say's, "tell me about Leslie, where did you meet her?"
I look at her with confusion before replying, "I met her here at the party, two weeks ago."
Molly sits forward and say's, "Here? Chris, I don't know any Leslie."
"But you must know her! She was in the hot tub wearing a green bikini." I stammer.
"My...boy, I knew everybody there, and I'm telling you there wasn't anyone there named Leslie..."
Now I'm more confused than ever when Molly picks up a remote and turn's on the tv. My eye's bug out and my jaw drops open when I see Leslie enter her bedroom wearing her Cheerleader outfit. My chest constricts, and I'm having trouble catching my breath as I watch Leslie's rape fantasy play out in living color.
Molly sits there and stares at me during the video, not saying a word. Somebody did an excellent job of editing, because all of my flubs and screw ups have been edited out. When the video ends, Molly stands and walks behind her desk. She turns the tv off, and flips a file folder onto her desk.
"Molly, this isn't what it looks like!" I say shakily. "That's Leslie, and we were roll playing her fantasy, I swear!"
She remains silent and gestures to the folder on her desk. I walk over and sit in the chair across from her, and fumble the folder open. Inside are glossy 8X10 pictures of Leslie, with blood and bruises covering her face and neck, as well as shots of a trickle of blood seeping out of her ass, and a bruised vagina.
"Molly, I didn't do any of that! I swear to God! I don't know what's going on here, or where all this came from, but none of that really happened!"
Molly closes the folder and sticks it in her desk drawer. She looks at me and say's, "I know."
"What?"
"I said, I know."
"But..."
She raises a hand to silence me, and my mouth slams shut.
"Chris, as the evidence suggests, it appears you broke into a house, and when the girl walked in on you, you beat her, raped and sodomized her, and left her for dead."
"But none of that's true!"
Molly's gaze shifts to a point over my shoulder as she says, "I know that, you know that..."
"And I know that." I turn at the sound of Leslie's voice, and see her standing in the doorway with a mocking smile on her face.
"Hello Batman, did you miss me?"
I jump out of my seat to turn around but Molly's sharp "SIT DOWN!" Has me inadvertently dropping back into the chair. My head swivels back and forth between Molly and Leslie, as I ask, "what the fuck is going on here?"
Leslie struts in and sits in my lap! She throws her arms around my neck and tries to kiss me. When I reject her, she just laughs and lays her head on my shoulder.
"Chris, I'd like you to meet a patient of mine, her name is Lisa."
"Molly, please tell me what's going on here," I plead.
"You did a much better job of begging earlier," Leslie/Lisa mocks.
"It's really very simple, my boy, one of my patients came to me and reported a rape. Now she was afraid to go to the police, due to previous sexual convictions, so she came to me and I documented her injuries, and collected a sample of the perpetrator's semen. Even without the video, I'm sure the police wouldn't have any trouble convicting you."
"What? Patient? What the fuck are you talking about? She wasn't raped... Leslie, tell her the truth, please!"
Leslie/Lisa just laughs at me and says, "he's really not that bright, is he Master?"
Molly is smiling her predatory smile when she say's, "he's a smart boy, he'll figure it out."
I sit there in stunned silence as Lisa? Playfully feels up my tits, I look at Molly and see an satisfied sort of amused smile play across her face. Lisa stands up and walks out of the room, only to return a minute later carrying another file folder, she set's it in front of Molly, then kneels at her side like an obedient dog. Molly opens the folder and I watch her smile grow bigger and bigger until she can't contain herself, and starts laughing. Her hand reaches down and pets Lisa fondly, as she turns the pictures around for me to see.
They appear to be still's of a video, and the first one shows me suspended while Lisa strips me, the second is of me kneeling, bound in the humbler. The third shows me crawling across the floor with Lisa on my back, cropping my ass. The fourth has me leaning against the table with Lisa's hand buried in my ass. The fifth one is a shot of Lisa's cock buried in my ass, the sixth shows me on my knees sucking Lisa's rubber cock, while her head is thrown back in ecstasy. At this point my stomach is getting quite queasy, and my face starts to go pale under the make up. Molly is watching me like a hawk, and her foot shoves her small trash can towards me The seventh and final picture is of me sitting on my haunches face and mouth covered in cum. Seeing this last picture, I quickly lean over and empty the contents of my stomach into the trash can. I hear Lisa say over my heaving, "ew, do they always do that?"
Molly replies, "not all of them, I had to use the taser and cuffs on the last one, I'm afraid he lost his temper for some reason... You had all the cameras and microphones running?"
"Yes Master."
"When can I see the video, it looks like you had a lot of fun?"
"We did, wait until you hear his begging...I'll need a few day's to edit the raw footage, I can try to have it finished by Wednesday."
Molly slides a box of tissues across the desk and orders me to wipe my mouth. She then tells Lisa to fix me a fresh drink, and sits back in her chair to watch me. Lisa set's the drink in front of me and returns to Molly's side. I take a small sip, swirl it around, and rinse my mouth before taking a long drink.
I'm staring at Molly when I say, "What do you want? If it's money your after, you're shit out of luck, most of my savings went into the house."
Molly laughs in my face as if insulted by the mention of money. "No my boy, I want your devotion, I want you to pamper me, massage me, give me manicures and pedicures. I want you to clean my house, mow my lawn, and cook for me... I want your fucking soul!"
"But why me? I don't know anything about massage, or cooking, or pedicures!"
"Because you bought the house next door! I had a slave all ready to buy it, but he fucked up the financing, and you bought it before he could fix his error."
"You're ruining my life because some asshole made an accounting error?" I say incredulously.
Molly looks down at her laughing puppet before looking back at me saying, "well, you are cuter than the asshole, single, and showed me you were already submissive to you sister an your ex, but yes, I'm doing this because some asshole made an accounting error."
"But I can't cook, or do any of that other stuff! Listen, I could probably come up with ten grand, how about I give it to you, and we call it even?"
Molly's smiling her strangely attractive smile as she replies, "I don't need your money Chris, I want your service and devotion, we both know you're a smart guy, you can learn how to cook, give massages, and pedicures."
"But what about my job, my life?"
"Oh I wouldn't dream of asking you to quit your job, you need it to support yourself, as for your life, playing computer games isn't much of a life, now is it?"
"What about my sister? She asked to move in next month, I already told her they could."
"That's an easy one, we announce to her and the neighbors we're dating... We make a cute couple, don't you think Lisa?"
"You've got it all figured out, haven't you?" I ask bitterly.
"Oh, I'm sure there's a few details I've missed here and there, but we'll figure it out." Molly replies magnanimously.
"What if I refuse?"
"Well I smack Lisa around a bit, then call the police, I'm sure it won't take long for them to match your fingerprints you left all over the bedroom... You do work for the government, don't you? From there I imagine you lose your job, go to prison, and I find another guy to take care of my needs."
I look at a smiling Lisa and say, "what's in it for you? It looks like you did all the hard work, and she's planning on collecting the rewards."
Lisa winks at me as she makes a gun out of her finger and thumb and points it at me and mouth's "you".
"My little Lisa here has a problem with an overactive libido, you see she got herself in trouble in high school selling sexual favors to her fellow students. The Judge gave her probation and ordered counseling, but our Lisa seduced the counselor, ruining the poor fella, and her parents turned to me in a last ditch effort to keep her out of jail."
"So she helps you with your blackmail schemes, and in return you keep her out of prison?"
"I guess you could say that, but you are her first... I think she passed with honors, don't you? As to what she gets, first she gets the satisfaction of pleasing me, and second, she gets to fuck you anytime she wants."
"She already fucked me good, now you're saying she gets me anytime she wants?"
I feel humiliated when I realize what I said, and Molly and Lisa crack up laughing. I polish off my drink and hold up my glass as if asking for another, but Molly shakes her head no, and I meekly set the glass aside. Molly slides her desk drawer open and leaves her hand in there. "Well Chris, what's it going to be? It's getting late and we have a party to attend at noon tomorrow."
"You're not giving me any choice here, are you?"
"That's the whole point of blackmail, Batty!" Lisa sneers.
"Quiet Lisa! This is a hard choice for anyone to make."
"No it's not," I surprise myself by saying. "There really isn't a choice here, tell me what to do." My voice is so full of defeat it scares me, but I can't risk losing everything over a stupid mistake. Molly's staring at me as if trying to read my true intentions. She finally looks at Lisa and say's, "bring him in." Molly looks back at me and orders, "come kneel next to me."
I walk around and kneel at her side, head bowed in shame. She places her hand under my chin and tilts my head back to stare into my eyes. "Am I really that repugnant that I had to resort to this to get your attention?" She asks softly.
"No," I manage to reply, "I actually found you to be strangely appealing, before tonight, I mean."
"Then why didn't you ask me for a date? If you had, none of this would have happened."
"Molly, you came on pretty strong, I didn't know what to think, but it's a moot point now, I'll give you what you want, I'll learn how to cook, and the other shit, but I have to tell you this up front... I work hard, very hard at my job, that means long hours, and sometimes weeks without a day off. If you're willing to accept that, I'll call you Master."
I can tell she's not pleased by my revelation, her eyes are narrowed, and her smile is gone.
"We'll see how it goes, if I'm not satisfied with your service, I'll arrange something else... Either way, your ass belongs to me, understand."
"Yes." Molly's fingers squeeze my chin and I hastily add "Master."
Lisa returns, leading a middle aged, slightly overweight man wearing a leather hood, collar, and nothing else. She leads him over next to where I'm kneeling, and releases his leash. She walks around the desk to kneel next to Molly, and looks up expectantly. Molly motions her to rise and hands her a camcorder. She swivels her chair towards me and the old guy, and smiles. "Chris, this here is one of my most cherished pets," as she's talking she's stroking his ass affectionately. "To prove your devotion, I want you to reward him for his service to me."
I see Lisa over Molly's shoulder pumping her fist close to her mouth, mimicking a blow job. A shudder runs through my body, and I lower my head in shame, I just can't bring myself to do it. Molly's other hand moves to the back of my head, and in a firm voice, commands. "Lisa, take your position, Chris, you will do as I command, is that clear."
Tears are flowing down my cheeks when I mumble, "yes Master." I stare at the old fuck's dick for a second, it's small, flaccid, and surrounded by a gray pubic Afro. I take it in my mouth and place my hand on his hairy ass for support. It takes me a minute of mouth manipulation before he gets hard. Even erect, it's short and kinda narrow, and there's not enough there to stroke and suck at the same time. It tastes of urine and old cum, and I want to throw up again. I suck him to the best of my ability, hoping to get this over quickly, but the fucker doesn't cooperate, and it takes me thirty long, tiring, disgusting minutes to make him cum. I must have missed something, because Molly's hand shoves my head, just as old fuck thrusts his hips, and I have a load of bitter, salty cum suffocating me. Somehow I manage to choke it all down, and suck him clean before Molly releases my head, and orders old fuck to go upstairs and wait. I kneel there, head down sobbing uncontrollably. Molly let's me cry for a few minutes before thrusting a handful of tissue at me.
I wipe my face and compose myself before looking up at my new Master. She's scowling at me and in an angry tone says, "you embarrassed me, that took way too much time. Don't ever let that happen again!"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." I say dejectedly.
"Lisa, take him home and stay with him tonight... Don't let him do anything stupid, like kill himself, restrain him if you must... You are both dismissed... Oh Chris?" She adds sweetly, "I'll see you at Geoff's tomorrow, don't forget, kickoff is at Noon."
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