Jim was giddy with excitement. There was something thrilling about being tied up and naked. He had a grin hiding under his mustache and squirmed a little in his restraints. As far as punishments went, this wasn't too bad.

To pass some time, he decided he'd run through some situations in his head. He imagined himself at work on Monday.

Let's say there's some sort of business meeting, he thought. Claire had met me in the bathroom earlier, closed the door behind her and locked it before pushing me into the wall and cupping me through my pants. Gordon's cock was starting to twitch and stiffen. He wished he could touch himself. He figured he'd keep going with his fantasy; his cock would get attention soon enough.

She'd tell me I wasn't allowed to come at all today. I'd be excited to hear that... I'm deciding I like being teased. I'd be sitting at the conference table, Claire beside me. Maybe she'd reach down and give me a hand job while I'm trying to give orders to the team. That would be so hot.

Jim's cock was fully hard at this point. He was starting to get frustrated... he needed to be touched. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get himself aroused when he wasn't sure how long he'd be here.

What did Mistress say? This is supposed to center me. Ok... let's try to center.

Jim started tuning into his other senses. Vision was out; all he could see was black. Taste was out too. Next was his sense of smell. His nostrils flared while he took in all the scents he could. The first thing he smelled was the cleaning supplies: bleach with a hint of lemon. At least he knew he was the first in this room, or at least that the company was thorough with their cleaning. He focused further and could smell the leather of his cuffs and the other equipment. He enjoyed that smell a lot; it felt masculine. If he really focused, he could smell himself. Classic old school Ivory soap. He'd been using it as long as he could remember.

Ok. Vision, check. Taste, check. Smell, check. Hearing is next. Well, this one will prove a bit more difficult.

He thought back to Mistress leaving. He'd heard the clack and echo of her sexy heels stroking the ground. He'd heard the door knob rattle and the door close behind her. He knew he was alone in here. Currently, he was deafened by the silence. At first, it was nothing. Just... silence. Then it progressed to a ringing in his ears. Worst of all was when his mind took over, inventing sounds.

He could hear the gunshots and screaming of all of Gotham. He had put all available units to cover the funeral that day. That sociopath still tried to shoot the Mayor, but Gordon had sacrificed himself. He knew he'd survive with his vest, but he had forgotten how it felt to have his ribs bruised by a bullet. The screaming of the shooting had been nothing compared to the screaming he got once Barbara had learned he survived. He was sure that was the beginning of the end for his marriage.

He was getting into a negative headspace. He shook off those thoughts and tried to recenter. How long have I been here? 2 minutes? 20 minutes? He was starting to feel the heat blooming in his cheeks, the surefire sign of a panic attack. Mistress needed to come back.

It's been too long. Where is she?

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Mistress had left him for about 15 minutes, a standard first trial at sensory deprivation. She'd left subs for an hour before, but he wasn't ready for that. She took off her shoes and slowly opened the door.

She approached the bed, silently. She grabbed her flogger from the bed from where she had left it lying between his legs. She saw the thin layer of sweat that had formed over his tight body. He was starting to squirm; she knew she needed to release the tension for him but she couldn't help but enjoy his body when he couldn't catch her doing it.

She raked her eyes across his vulnerability. He was so pale and thin. She worried he worked too much and didn't get to enjoy life enough. She'd like to take care of that for him, if she were being honest. He wasn't a hairy man, a few sparse hairs here and there on his legs and beneath his navel. He didn't trim around his manhood. Somehow it seemed to suit him, but she'd try to at least convince him to tidy up a bit. He was thin but not overly muscular. She could see the tight ropy muscles beneath his skin, especially around his shoulders while they were being pulled tight by the restraints. His collarbones and neck were her favorite. She wanted to run her tongue along the bony ridge and suckle on his pulse point.

She ran the leather tendrils of her instrument across his right foot and up his shin. The man jumped, as much as the restraints would allow, and let out a little yelp. She couldn't help but grin. He was so strong and brave at work. To be putty in her hands was the aspect of being a dominatrix that she loved the most. The power exchange.

Time to play.

"Mmmm, such a good boy... waiting for your Mistress so patiently," she purred. She continued kissing his legs with the soft leather. She traced up to his thigh, enjoying the way his muscles contracted. "So eager for my touch, are you? You only lasted 15 minutes, Pet. Eventually I'll deprive you for an hour... then your release will be even more powerful."

"Oh, God. That feels so good... please... touch me. I need it." Gordon was squirming against his restraints, the clanging of the cuff chains echoing off the steel frame. He attempted to use his shoulder to slide the blindfold down, needing to see what was coming. All he could hear was the whistling of the air as the flogger cut through it, and he felt the blooming heat on his thigh where it made contact.

"F-fuck!" he exclaimed. He twisted as much as the restraints would allow, an attempt to protect himself from further pain.

"Naughty boy! I didn't tell you to take off your blindfold! Perhaps I should leave you for the full hour? Or I could place you back on orgasm denial... which would you prefer? I'm feeling kind tonight and will give you the choice."

Jim started squirming again, his jaw dropping open and quivering a little as he prepared to make a decision. 15 minutes felt so long— he couldn't imagine a full hour in the dark and quiet. Although, the whole reason he came tonight was to... well... cum. He supposed he could handle the teasing and then go home and rub one out... but somehow he assumed Mistress would know about it and be disappointed or give him another punishment.

Mistress started gently tapping up his other leg, treading dangerously close to his manhood. "I need an answer, Toy."

Tap...tap...tap...

"Denial, Mistress. Just... just let me feel something."

"Good boy." Mistress traced her flogger over his manhood, providing him with gentle licks from the leather, following those touches with those of her own hand. She watched as his cock swelled at her touch. She felt her own arousal start to pool in her panties.

"I love holding your cock and feeling it get hard in my hands." She absolutely loved getting this man aroused. She tossed her instrument onto a side table and started undressing. She removed her pinstriped skirt and blazer, remaining in her buttoned corset, thong, stockings and garter belt. She straddled his legs and teased his skin with her hair. She allowed it to cascade over her head to trail down his chest, all the way to his belly. She wanted him to sense where she was headed.

Gordon's breathing quickened, as if he was running. He felt the heat of her breath travel down his skin, headed towards the area he was SO desperate to feel her on. Without any preparation, he felt his velvety shaft blanketed in the warmth that was Mistress's mouth. She swirled her tongue around the salty head that was weeping for attention. She hollowed her cheeks and took his entire— very impressive— length down her throat. She sucked hard as she pulled away and relaxed her muscles as she descended back down. She'd twist her tongue around his circumference and apply quick little kitten licks at the base of his shaft. Pulling off his cock, she immediately took him in her hands and started a torquing motion.

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Mmmmm fuck! I... I can't take it... please... let me cum! I'm so sorry! I'll never question you again! Ahhhh!"

Mistress squeezed a little harder than necessary as a warning. "Ah, but you are already questioning me, my pet... by asking to cum after I already told you no." She stopped touching his member altogether now. She could tell by the tightening of his balls that he was getting close, and she intended to edge him all night. Mistress crawled atop his body, allowing her breasts to slide over his chest as she made her way up to his face. She laid on top of him in a wide straddle over his chest. She leaned forward and kissed his lips, relishing the tickle of his mustache against her nose. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. She deepened the kiss, allowing it to continue until she felt her lips were swollen enough.

"Mmmm, Toy... you're such a good kisser... what else can that tongue of yours do, I wonder?" Mistress slid off of his body. She walked around to the foot of the bed and released his ankle cuffs. Gordon immediately flexed his ankles and shook the tension out of his muscles. He could feel her approach his arms, releasing the cuffs from those as well. He immediately lowered his arms and rubbed his wrists. His shoulders were tender.

"Sit up, love. Are you doing ok? Can we continue?" Mistress was raking her fingers down his back as he sat at the edge of the bed, Mistress wedged between his spread legs. Jim shuddered and let out a moan that drove her wild. She couldn't wait to take him.

"Yes, Mistress... more than ok to continue." Jim was reaching for his blindfold but stopped himself, remembering to relinquish control.

"Good boy," she purred in his ear before taking his hands and guiding him to the pull-down bench at the foot of the bed. "Have you ever had a lap dance, Pet? Does the big, bad Commissioner go to strip clubs?" Gordon shook his head in the negative.

"Mmm. Well, let's see what I can do about that. Too bad you won't be able to watch... but it'll make the feeling even better." Mistress gently persuaded him to sit on the blue padded bench. He was thankful for the back support the footboard provided.

"I'm going to take my clothes off now, Pet."

"Ahhh fuck, Mistress... I need to touch you so badly. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to feel my body as I ride you. I want you to tell me what you're feeling. Completely submit to me." She undressed and threw her clothes towards the man, stepping out of her panties and rubbing them under his nose.

"Do you smell what you do to me, Gordon? Tying you up... taking away your power? Mmmm, it makes me so fucking wet." On the last word, she straddled his muscular thigh, tossing aside her panties, allowing her legs to perch on the bench with him. Mistress pressed her tits together and shoved them into his face. "Suck my tits, Pet, while I ride your thigh. Your naughty cock won't be getting attention unless you make me cum all over you."

The overly eager man more than obliged. Reaching out his tongue, he lapped at her nipples. He ran a flat tongue across the pebbled peaks before sealing his mouth around one and tugging at it. He allowed his jaw to move to get as much suction as he could. Mistress threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she started to moan and writhe on his thigh.

"Fuckk, Jim... you feel so fucking good. My pussy is spread open on your strong thighs every time I grind against you. Mmmmmm, can you feel it? Can you feel how wet you make me?"

"Y- yes," Jim answered. He liked when she let his name slip. Was it a slip? "You're so wet on my leg... and... warm. And soft...and I can smell you." He felt a bit silly describing the incredible feeling of her wet pussy on his thigh, but he knew better than to half-ass it when she'd given him a clear instruction. If he was really dirty, he'd tell her how he liked the way her arousal soaked the hairs on his leg and caused them to to tangle together, giving a little pull under the friction of her dance. Maybe he'd save that description for a day he was feeling more confident. He went back to lavishing attention on her breasts.

Mistress undulated her hips, tilting her pelvis down to grind her clit against the muscles beneath her. The more Gordon licked and nipped at her nipple, the faster she rode him.

"Mmmm, switch sides, Pet. I need you over there too." She reclined her head back so far that her hair tickled his legs. She had become so slippery that she was now able to rock back and forth without much resistance. When he bit down on her other nipple, she felt a gush of arousal drip out onto his leg.

"Ohhhh, my god, Pet... you make me feel so good! You're so good at that. Mmmph, fuck. I'm going to cum on you! Ah! I'm cumming!" She ground as hard as she could, giving her clit as much attention as possible. Her abdomen hurt from the workout she had given herself, but it was worth it. She rose on her thighs slightly as she rode out her orgasm, not wanting to trouble herself with over stimulation.

"Ohh, God! You're soaked! Bite me, Baby. I want to feel your teeth on my skin," Jim pleaded. He wasn't sure where this had come from. It certainly wasn't something he'd done before or even thought about. It was just born out of the moment and his now desperate need for stimulation.

Mistress couldn't resist any longer and adjusted herself on Gordon's lap. She straddled his slender waist, grabbed hold of his cock, and swiftly lowered herself onto him. The couple moaned in sync with each other, and she leaned towards his neck and sank her teeth into the skin just below his ear. Gordon raised his hips to thrust inside her while she slammed her hips down to meet his strokes. The room smelled like sweat and sex, and she was loving every minute of it.

"Oh God, yes! You feel so good on my cock!" Jim panted. "Your pussy was meant for me! Mmmph! Fuck! I can't hold on... please Mistress... please!"

Mistress reached up and tore off his blindfold. Gordon squinted as the light came into focus. He could see her bouncing on his cock, her beautiful tits bouncing in the most delectable way. Jim reached up to grab her breasts, gently caressing them as she bounced.

"Ahhh! Ahhh yes, fill me up!" Mistress thrust her hips forward as she came all over his cock, squirting down his legs in the most impressive orgasm she had ever had.

Jim continued to work her through her orgasm as he patiently held his own pleasure off until her trembling walls pulled his own from him. He threw his head back and screamed her name during his release. Her real name— Claire. Would she punish him? He honestly didn't care. He provided a gentle kiss to her breasts before gently lowering them with a loving grasp.

Mistress relaxed herself against his sweat covered chest, nuzzling his neck and enjoying the smell of his Ivory soap and sweat. Gordon squeezed her tightly to him as he hummed to himself, completely relaxed. They stayed connected until his flaccid appendage slipped from her body.

She gathered up the strength to get off his lap, offering him a shy smile as she led him over to a sofa. Wandering to a wardrobe off to the side of the room that Jim hadn't even noticed, she grabbed a soft robe for them both.

"Come sit by me, Jim. I need to provide some aftercare. It's just you and me now. Mistress is gone." Jim sat down beside her, seemingly shy now that the scene was over. "Tell me what you need," she encouraged him.

"I feel so odd asking this, but... could... could I hold you for a bit?" he stammered. "I... I think I just need some more touching. I didn't think being restrained would affect me like that."

"Of course!" Claire moved to sit on his lap, bridal style. "It makes sense," she continued. "That's the whole reason for the sensory deprivation. We can stay here and cuddle as long as you want— I don't have any other plans this evening. I do want to talk to you about what upset you though." His arms were firmly around her, and she found she liked him holding her instead of the opposite. It made her feel... safe.

Jim sighed. He felt so good in this moment that he didn't really want to rehash the feelings from earlier— neither the initial ones upon seeing her with the other man, nor the ones that had caused him to panic. But if he didn't, he knew the same situations would creep up again, and he'd probably have the same visceral reactions.

"The panic with the deprivation was brought on by all the thoughts...the ones that rushed in, to fill the emptiness. I've experienced a lot, Claire, in my line of work. And losing my family. It all comes back when it's quiet. That's probably why I'm here in the first place. I didn't expect it to be quiet here. I expected it to be... well, what it was a few minutes ago. And last night. You and me. Sensory overload, not deprivation."

Claire slid an arm around his waist and squeezed. "I know. But both are important. The trick is to block the noise — the past. Use that time when it's quiet to center and focus on only that— the quiet. You'll feel a magnificent clearing of the head. It will come with time and practice."

Jim nodded and gave her a small smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair. He trusted her to teach him that. And he trusted himself to learn it. But he couldn't take full confidence in it yet, because of that other matter...

He wanted Claire to be his. Maybe not forever; that was absurd. Even though he'd known her on a surface level for years, he barely knew anything about her. He was still a mess from his failed marriage and couldn't see that clearly into the future. But he knew he wanted her now... wanted to feel like this as much as she would let him. He hated the idea of her giving these experiences to anyone but him. What exactly was involved in this collaring mess she and Zac talked about? She'd told Jim she didn't like doing that. That thought made him sad— he just didn't understand exactly what it was he was sad about.

"About the other matter that 'upset' me, as you put it," Jim began slowly, "If this was the real world, I would ask you out to dinner. Get to know you. And if we hit it off, I would ask you to stop dating other people until we... until we figured out if this was something we wanted. But it isn't the real world. It's this world. A world I don't understand. And it seems like we've done everything backwards. But I still have the same feeling about you. I'm just not sure how to ask you for what I need."

Claire raised up to kiss his cheek before snuggling back into his neck. She liked the vulnerability he was showing her. But she could feel her own emotions stirring in a way that was both exciting and frightening. She knew she should have probably stuck to her guns and deprived him of his orgasm. She was already allowing Jim Gordon to relax too many of her practices... practices she'd spent years honing into the perfect craft. It was unsettling. But at the same time, freeing. Part of her yearned to cast Mistress aside and just take comfort in him — in his strength and goodness— like she was right now. But she would not want to cast it aside forever. It was a part of her that had saved her in so many ways.

"Can you just trust me to give you what you need?" Claire finally replied. "And trust that I won't hurt you?"

Jim hesitated. "But the others..."

"Would be a factor unless you are collared," she answered unequivocally.

"Then collar me." He raised a hand to her cheek and cupped her face almost desperately.

Claire shook her head, resisting the grasp. "No. I don't collar. And you don't know what that means."

"Then teach me," Jim insisted. "Make me what you want."

He'd leaned in so close that their noses brushed, and she was faced with the depth of his smoky blue irises. They calmed her like nothing had... well, ever. What even was this? She was the one that did the calming. It gave her control. Kept her safe... when she was the one unquestionably in charge. Turning that calming power over to someone else was... terrifying. In fact it made her shake. She could feel herself trembling in his arms. Gulping, she willed herself to hold still.

"Are you all right, Claire?" Jim asked her. "Did I say something wrong?"

Yes, you said everything wrong, she thought. But I don't fucking care. So no, I'm not all right.

Claire nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. It's just a little chilly in here I think. Tell you what— I'll consider preparing you for a collar. There are a lot of beautiful Dommes here. I'm sure once you're properly trained, one of them..."

"No," Jim told her sternly. "You. Just you." His voice was thick and commanding and made her squirm on his lap.

"We'll see, Jim," she finally said quietly. "But you have a lot to learn. And you don't own me. And I don't own you. You have to understand that, or this ends right now. I will scene with other subs until we enter into a contract of some kind. And you can be with other Dommes. It would be healthy for you to do so."

There was a disconnect between the words escaping her mouth and the tug at her heart. She hated it. She needed this night to end. She'd told him they had all the time in the world, but she was regretting that statement.

Jim shook his head adamantly. "I don't want anyone else. But I won't strip your power from you. If you have to be with others, I... I guess I will live with it. This was your life, and I only became a part of it last night. I don't have any rights over you. I get that. I just... I like the way I feel. And you've given me that. So I want you."

"Others can give you that too," Claire insisted gently. "Everyone here is very well trained, and..."

Jim interrupted her by claiming her lips boldly, in a complete contradiction of the words he'd just uttered. His mouth was strong, his tongue demanding. Claire felt the blood ebb and flow in her veins like little timid flutters, and it made her dizzy. She made a mental note to ask Grace if this was how she felt when she was in sub space. If so, Claire could understand why it was so addicting. It was a place so foreign to her she wasn't even sure if this was it, but it was... something.

"Jim," Claire panted, breaking off the kiss. If she hadn't, she thought he'd probably keep it up all night.

"Claire?" he returned, a sexy smile curling below those dark brown bristles. She ran a thumb over them before she even realized what she had done. He caught the tip of her thumb between his lips playfully. Jim somehow seemed years younger in just two days.

She took a deep, centering breath. "I will continue to see other subs. But only my established regulars. And I will use protection with them if anything sexual happens. I will initially try to steer the scenes... in a less sexual direction... to start. But I have to give them what they need. It's my duty when I'm acting as their dominant. But if it's sex, you have my word it will be safe. It's my right as a club member to insist on that if I choose."

Jim let out a sigh of relief. He nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll settle for that. And you'll train me to be what you need? Not just 'a sub preparing for a collar'... but what you need?"

Another breath. Slow, steady. Make sure you're clear-headed, Claire. You can't just jump in on a whim.

"When we play together, Jim, I will keep your goals in mind. That you want to train as a submissive. As we get to know each other more, it may become apparent that we want to formalize the arrangement and discuss terms."

"But I—"

"Jim, please. I'm not in the right headspace for making big decisions tonight, okay? It wouldn't be fair. I think it's time to go home."

Jim Gordon looked a bit like a wounded puppy in that moment, but he nodded. Claire felt so cloudy and uncertain that she knew she had to stop. She was glad tomorrow was Sunday. She always took that day to do "real life" and self-care things that had nothing to do with Gotham City PD and nothing to do with the club. She definitely needed that time to clear her head. She was coaching Jim to keep the noise out, but now her noise was her own emotions... a pesky voice that was telling her to stay right here in his arms and bask in the oxytocin and dopamine rush. She silenced it and stood, prepared to head to the locker room.

"See you Monday, Jim, okay? And I hope back at the club next week."

Jim stood too and began dressing himself quickly. "Not tomorrow?"

Claire shook her head with a smile. "No. Even Mistress needs a day off. I have to sleep sometime. You're welcome to come back though... meet some new people? Or maybe you need a day off to rest as well? Sleep is important, especially in a job like yours."

"Yes," he agreed reluctantly. He already felt like he'd sleep better if she was sleeping with him. He was no good alone. Alone was when the noise crept in...

"Are you okay?" she asked him, moving back to him to rub his bicep gently. "I don't want to leave you in a bad spot. I'm sorry this got... complicated... if you feel it did. It wasn't my intention."

"No, it's me," Jim sighed. "I jumped in with two feet. I should have waded in the shallow end a bit longer I guess."

Claire gave his arm a squeeze and laughed. "We both probably did. It was just exciting... I admit. Getting my sexy "big boss" in here for me to spoil. But the truth is we've known each other for awhile. Worked closely together on everything 'Joker' a couple years ago and rounding up the bulk of the mob last year. Our relationship just isn't the same as with my other playthings. And I don't want it to be. I want to... honor it. Go slowly. Give it what it deserves. Does that make you feel any better?"

Better? Jim's heart fucking soared. He resisted the urge to overpower her with a kiss again... though she had seemed to like it at least a little. Instead he squeezed her hand with a wink. "Next week, kid." That word was a gamble in and of itself... but when they were Jim and Claire, not Mistress and Toy, it just sort of felt right.

She blushed and nodded, giving him a playful push out of the door.