"Why was that so... hot? I've never been spoken to like that before." Jim was pleasantly confused and eager to continue. He covered his mouth with his hand, letting out a nervous giggle.

"Sometimes it helps to just be able to shut your mind off and let someone take care of you, pet. And I'm very, very good at taking care of my toys. Are you wanting to continue or do you have more questions?" Mistress queried.

"I have a few more... if that's ok? I'm a bit nervous to... well, to go over there." He gestured towards the playroom with his chin. "You're so young... how long have you been doing this? What...what got you started?" Jim nervously rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants.

"Well, it's a long story, but the long and short of it is when I was 18, my best friend and I were introduced to some... nontraditional men. They showed us an entirely new way to both give and receive pleasure. It was... well, it was an experience. I'll tell you about it some time. But tonight is about you, and making you feel good. I spent the next 18 years training as a dominatrix, and I enjoy working with newbies, teaching them how to relax and give in. It's freeing for me. And I enjoy the aftercare too. It's an important thing for any dominant to do but it's honestly one of my favorite parts." Claire concluded her speech and Jim watched as his mistress returned, taking over her features. "You remember your safe words, baby boy?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected.

"Yes, Mistress.

"Good. Now, follow." Mistress grabbed the man's neck tie and pulled him to stand. He wet his quivering lips with his tongue before obediently following orders. With a swift rotation of her arm, she threw the man against the side of the bed, forcing him to fall into a sitting position, his arms extended behind his back in support.

"Undress yourself," she ordered. Jim wrestled his neck tie off and threw it to the ground before rushing to his buttons. Mistress stepped forward and placed a calming hand over his trembling ones. "Slower, baby boy... I want to enjoy the show." The mistress walked to the side of the room, grabbing a folding chair and sat in front of him, leaving her legs uncrossed, but allowing her some form of modesty. Jim calmed immediately with her touch. It felt so good to be told what to do. He sat on the bed across from her, temporarily postponing his undressing.

"I want you to take control tonight. Take me anyway you want. Just... just tell me what to do." He was begging and loving every humiliating minute of it.

"I want you to touch my cunt, baby boy. Make me scream your name. If you're good, and make your mistress cum all over your thick fingers, I'll give you a reward. Would you like that baby? Do you want me to make you feel good tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress! " Jim scooted forward to the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide enough to consume her petite thighs. He reached out unsteadily, brushing her thigh with the back of his hand before extending his fingers to grasp her lightly. He pushed her leg further away before moving to her other side. He caressed the inner thigh of her opposite leg before sliding his hand towards her center. His face was crimson with his embarrassed flush; he could smell her arousal with her legs open like this.

He traced a finger up to her mound and he gasped when he slipped a finger beneath her panties and felt her smooth skin. He was expecting to find a patch of fuzz to finger through. He'd never been with a clean shaven woman before... it felt different. He needed 'different.' His Dominant's eyes never left his as he touched her. As if she could sense his resolve crumbling, she stood from her chair and pushed him down on the bed. She placed a hand on either side of his face as she towered powerfully over him.

"Take off your clothes."

Slowly, he trailed his nimble fingers down his chest, popping the buttons through their slits as he went. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor, never losing eye contact with the domme. Jim stood to have better access to remove his pants. She reached out her petite hand, grasping his still-fastened belt and tugging him into her. Their bodies slammed together and she kissed him, roughly. Their tongues wrestled for a few minutes before she bit his lower lip and pushed him back down onto the bed. "I didn't give you permission to stand, toy. You'd do well to remember your pleasure is mine to control. Don't cross me, or you will get a punishment."

Mistress bent over her new submissive and brought her hands to his belt. Delicately, she pulled the leather strap through the metal buckle before grasping the end and forcefully removing it from his pants with a snap. She moved down to his zipper and button next, making short work of it. She tugged his pants down and off his legs, along with his shoes and socks.

Jim was now completely naked. In bed. With a coworker. In a bdsm club. Wow.

His hardened cock stood proudly, twitching as he watched Mistress lick her lips, lowering herself to her knees to taste her treat.

"Are you ready for me to do everything I want to do? Do you agree to hand over your power to me?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"I'm going to suck your cock now. I want you to lay on the bed, flat on your back and put your arms above your head. Your orgasm belongs to me— do you understand? You are to ask permission before you come."

The submissive scooted deeper into the bed, lying supine as instructed. He raised his arms above his head and waited as patiently as he could for his next instruction. Mistress walked over to one of the drawers and pulled out a set of purple padded handcuffs. She prowled over to her prey, allowing the handcuffs to jingle as she walked. Jim lifted his head to take a look but was immediately scolded.

"I didn't tell you to look! What a naughty boy you are! That's twice now you've disobeyed me. Tsk tsk tsk." Mistress shook her head from side to side in mock displeasure.

The dominatrix grabbed Jim's left hand and applied the cuff. It was tight enough that he couldn't break out but the padding would, hopefully, prevent markings. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to explain that at work the next day. He swallowed, nervous again. Before grabbing his other hand, she fed the empty cuff through a large, steel ring to allow the chain of the cuffs to be secured to the headboard. She leaned over him, brushing her leather clad breasts across his face purposefully as she reached for his other hand. He nuzzled her chest like a rooting babe. She allowed it for a few moments before standing upright, leaving him longing.

"There. Now all tied up and at my mercy." She walked to the cabinet again and noisily rifled through the equipment to grab a beginner's flogger. She didn't want to overwhelm him in his first scene. She started circling him, smacking the leather against the palm of her hand. She was testing to see if he'd dare disobey her again. He didn't; he kept his eyes looking straight up at the ceiling.

Of course, it was a mirrored ceiling. Why wouldn't it be? He chided himself internally. He didn't want to look at himself naked but he was pretty darn sure he was going to like watching her on top of him.

"Good boy! You've made your mistress proud. You're listening so well, my pet. I'm going to suck you now. But remember... don't you dare fucking cum." Mistress leaned forward and provided her toy with a soft, chaste kiss upon his lips. His mustache tickled and gave her ideas for later. She reached over and plucked his glasses off, placing them safely out of the way.

Jim threw his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. With his mouth agape, he started panting. The bulging vein in his forehead was throbbing from the strain and trepidation he was feeling. He started to squirm, fighting against his restraints.

"You're going to feel me touch your cock with my hands and mouth now, pet. I want you to focus on how it feels." Mistress trailed off her dirty talk as she climbed onto the bed, her legs astride his shins. She leaned forward and lifted his heavy, weeping member so she could lick the underside. Jim whimpered immediately, and she felt his balls tighten. Mistress reached down to cup them, gently pulling them down to discourage an ejaculation. "Tsk tsk, my pet... I thought I had you take care of yourself earlier so we could play longer. I'm disappointed. Oh well... I'm very good at training my subs. Your first lesson will be orgasm denial." She let go of his cock, allowing it to hit his lower abdomen with a wet thunk from her spit. She dismounted the man before getting something out of one of the intimidating drawers Gordon had discovered earlier. When she returned, he felt her slip a tight band over the base of his shaft.

"This, my pet, is a cock ring. It'll help you last longer so you can please me when I'm done warming you up." Gordon again whimpered, and started trembling. He was starting to read off the Miranda Rights in his head to prevent himself from combusting.

Mistress took her earlier position and this time took his entire length in her mouth. He cried out, begging for more. He could feel the tight ring of muscles inside her throat that she was encouraging him to pass through. She sucked as hard as she could as she slid him back out, releasing him with a wet "pop."

"Ohhh wow. Fuck. I've... I've never..." He was silenced again by the fellatio that was being performed. He had never received a blow job in his entire life and could happily die in this moment. Actually... if he couldn't get his heart rate to go down, that was very plausible. "Ahh! Ahhh! Oh wow... mmmm." He was rocking his pelvis in and out of her mouth as she ascended and descended over his girth. She needed to edge him, so on her next suckle, she stopped at his tip and provided his frenulum with kitten licks.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Mistress! I'm going... going to...mmmph." Right as he was getting ready to experience the greatest orgasm of his life, she stopped. He growled in frustration as he lifted his head off the pillow and glared at her. His forehead vein was bulging even more.

"Awwww— Daddy Gordon has come out to play, has he? Well, that won't do... I'm in charge tonight, baby boy. You surrendered to me. Or do you need to be reminded?" Mistress pushed out her lip in a pout. As she felt him pull against his restraints again, she grabbed his cock and slid it over her cleft, smearing her arousal over his tip, her fluids mixing with his precum.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck me! Please fuck me! I'll do whatever you want!"

"Awww baby... you're already going to do that. But nice try." She kissed him on the lips again, deeply this time. He lifted his head off the pillow in an attempt to lead the kiss, but it was to no avail. The man was submissive tonight. She broke off the kiss and stepped off the bed.

"I'm going to release your hand cuffs from the bed so that you can undress me. But then they are going right back on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She unbuckled the man, leaving one side of the cuffs still attached so that he could spin her around gently to unlace her dress. She arched her back to rub her bum across his throbbing pelvis. Again, he whimpered and attempted to think of anything besides her body and how much he wanted her.

"Take off my bra, but leave the panties. Then come kneel in front of me like the good boy you are." The man did as he was told. Once kneeling, she handcuffed his hands behind her own back and widened her stance. She pulled her panties to the side before encouraging his head closer to her southern lips. "Taste me, pet. Make me feel good... make me cum all over your tongue."

"Y-you want me to... kiss you? Down... there?" He allowed his eyes to drop down to her core before nodding a gesture.

"Yes, Pet. Taste me."

Obediently, he stuck out his tongue and provided her with one long, flat lick. He was nervous. His wife would never allow this particular move. He did have some high school experience, but that was a lot of fumbling around. She moaned and arched her back, giving him a boost of confidence. He smirked to himself, thinking back to certain videos he had watched in the past; he'd try to recreate some of those moves. He reached up to cup her bum, squeezing it tight between his hands. He never considered himself to be a large man, but she felt so tiny in his arms. There was something so sexy about being physically bigger and more powerful, yet being entirely at her mercy. He circled his tongue around her clit before dipping back down to collect some of her arousal on his tongue. She tasted better than he thought she would... it was actually pretty nice. He went back for seconds.

"Mmmmph yes, baby! Use your mouth. The only thing that mouth of yours is good for is collecting my cum. Ohhh, baby boy... you make me feel so good! Suck my clit... hard. Make me come and I'll reward you." She was enjoying his skill. He was such a nervous lover; she wasn't sure how much experience he had, but she was pretty sure he had some oral experience. And that mustache! It tickled the right amount to drive her closer to the edge. She pulled him by his hair so she could look at him for a minute. His face was soaked from her. He licked his lips before his head was forced back down.

Jim doubled his efforts, swishing and flicking his tongue as quickly as he could. His mustache gave her a pleasant tickling sensation that helped pull her over the edge. She forced his head to stay between her thighs as she came on his face. "Clean me up naughty boy... taste what you did to me." He lapped up her orgasm that was beginning to drip down her legs. His eyes widened. He had never seen a woman so wet for him before. He felt invincible... seen... understood. He kissed her hip when he was finished, waiting for her next command.

He was a fast learner.

"Mmmmm. That felt so good, big boy! Don't you dare wash that mustache. I want you to smell me on you tomorrow at work. Now get back on the bed so I can make you feel good." Gordon lowered his hands to her ankles so the mistress could step out from the cuffs. He all but ran back to the bed, laying on his back, waiting like a good boy. He had a self-pleased smirk which was made even more adorable to her by his mustache curling up.

"Awww poor baby. No. Lie on your stomach." Gordon bolted upright, terrified. His mouth hung open as he prepared to protest. Mistress stomped over towards him and smacked his cheek with an open hand, shocking him back into his submissive headspace.

"When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Stop acting like a brat and roll over!"

Gordon immediately listened. Her dominance comforted his fear. He trusted her as a friend and was hoping he could trust her as a dominant. Gingerly, he adjusted his cock beneath him as he waited. Mistress was beside him quickly with her flogger from earlier. She reattached his cuffs to the headboard before running her fingers through his hair gently.

"This is not a punishment, Toy. Do you understand? This is to help center you, to help you release the control that you are having such a difficult time with. Do you understand? Do you trust me to take care of your needs?" The mistress questioned academically. She needed him to know the difference between a flogging punishment and a flogging for relief.

"I trust you..." his voice was thick with lust as he felt her slide the leather tendrils down his back towards his bum.

"I'm going to do 10 warm up hits, to get your skin pink and literally warmed. Then I'm going to give you 5 lashes. I want you to thank me after each one and say you're my good boy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

She rubbed her hand gently down his back, as if calming a wild animal. Once she felt his muscles relax, she brought the flogger down across his pale ass with a considerably light hand. He tensed but then relaxed right away. It was not as bad as he thought it would be.

"Thank you, Mistress! I'm your good boy!"

Mistress continued to warm his skin, alternating the angle of her wrist to criss-cross his flesh into a beautiful pattern. She wanted his skin red but not welted. His voice cracked as he continued his verbal affirmations. He started squirming a little, a nonverbal sign he was ready for more.

The next thing he heard was the leather cutting through the air with a whistle. He didn't feel the contact at first until he felt the blooming heat take over his cheek. He yipped before tensing his body, straining his wrists against his cuffs.

"Thank you, M-mistress. I'm your good boy!" She didn't let him cool down though; it would hurt a lot less to continue while his skin was heated and prepared.

The next blow landed and he felt the searing heat much faster. She landed on the same spot which now felt raw. He cried out this time, a thin layer of sweat starting to form over his body.

"Gahhhh! Thank you Mistress. I'm... I'm your good boy." Mistress gifted him with two more blows to the opposite cheek, with equal intensity.

"You're taking this so well, Pet. Last one and then you'll get your reward... you're making your mistress so happy. Good boy. Now, I want you to spread your legs and lift your bum like a downward dog. Do you know how to do that, Toy?"

Gordon nodded meekly. He was terrified of what she was going to do. Not to mention this was the world's least flattering angle for a man. He was scared and humiliated... and so fucking horny. He gathered his legs underneath him, manipulating his body into the position she requested. Mistress traced her flogger down his back, starting at his head and finishing at his scrotum. Jim jumped when she reached his most sensitive area.

Surely she wouldn't...

Tap...tap... thwack!

"Mother Fucker!" Jim Gordon would've shot straight off the bed had he not been restrained. He was crying out in pain, writhing on the mattress.

Mistress leaned over him to unclasp his hands before removing the cuffs. She settled herself beneath him so his face was in her lap. She'd quickly pulled her dress back on, wanting this to be about comfort, not sexuality.

"Shhhhh... shhhh my perfect boy. You did so well for me tonight! I'm so proud of you. Let me take care of you now, hmm? You're so perfect, baby boy." Mistress had been gently rubbing and massaging his bum while she consoled him. With her other hand, she fingered his hair, digging her nails into his scalp gently to wash away the tension.

Jim was crying and was humiliated about crying. But the tears weren't from pain. He finally felt like a missing piece of himself was being fulfilled. He had always done the protecting. He had always done the caring. He had always done the supporting and providing. It was nice to be on the receiving end for once. He felt so... naked. So appreciated and seen.

She pushed on his shoulder to encourage him to turn over and sit up so she could cradle him. She ran her fingers through his hair as she buried his face into her chest. She needed to calm him from his first experience with a flogger before they could move on. She rocked with him, rubbing his head until the tears finally stopped.

"Thank you, Mistress. I... I'm not sure why I reacted like that."

"It's ok, baby. It's relief, what you're feeling. You're finally able to let go. This is what I'm here for... to make you feel good and forget. Are you feeling better? Do you want to continue?"

"There's more?" He poked his head up so fast that she couldn't help but break character and giggle. He was adorable.

"Yes, lover. There's more," she continued, giggling. "You haven't cum yet and I plan on making you have the biggest one of your life." Jim's mouth dropped open, before his quivering jaw slammed shut, allowing him to moisten his lips as he prepared for what was to come.

"Are you a tit man, my pet? I've seen you looking at me in the office, as well as here in my little playroom. Do you want to touch them?"

"Oh, yes! More than anything," he replied a little too eagerly.

"Lay down on your back, pet. If your ass doesn't hurt too much," she chuckled.

Gordon did as he was told. He was so excited about this. He absolutely LOVED tits. He had never held big ones like these before so he was elated. Tonight was full of firsts for him, evidently.

She mounted his narrow hips, just barely missing his cock with her dripping center. She leaned over him, placing a hand on each side of his shoulders, allowing her now-braless chest to hang outside the neckline of her dress.

"Touch me, Pet. I want to see if you're good enough to get me off with breast play."

Jim reached up and grabbed each side of her neckline, gently pulling down to allow each of her heavy globes to spill out.

"Ohhh, Jesus H. Christ." His cock twitched so hard at the sight that she felt him poke her in the ass.

"Mmmm you like that, big boy? Let's see how good you are." She leaned forward, brushing her nipples across his lips, taunting him to resist licking. At this point, he knew better than to act without being told.

"Good boy! I want you to lick me and suckle me. Then I'm going to do some breath play training with my breasts. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You won't be able to talk if you need to safeword, so I want you to reach up and tap my leg three times if you need me to stop. Show me an example so I know you understand." Jim tapped her right thigh three times.

"Good! Now... suck." With that she leaned forward, allowing his mouth to encase her first nipple. With his lips secured, he allowed his tongue to flow freely across her erect nipple, allowing his instinct to take over and for him to just enjoy himself. When he was finished with one nipple, he moved on to the other to manipulate it the same way. He reached up to grab both of her breasts and push them together so he could glide his tongue from one peak to the other without stopping. He lapped at her nipples until she was dripping her arousal on his thighs. Finally, she stopped him. It was time for his breath play.

She leaned over him and placed her large breasts directly over his face. She straddled his abdomen so she was sitting on his lungs. She applied pressure with her chest and body to cut off his airflow for 10 seconds. He didn't seem too nervous so she continued her totals until they reached 30 seconds. At this point he started squirming but never safeworded.

After a few more playful trials, she dismounted his chest and moved down to suck his cock once. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, muttering profanity. He was glad he still had his cock ring on or who knows how many times he would've ejaculated.

"I think I've tortured you enough for the day, Pet. Would you like to end our session? Or would you like to fuck me now?" She genuinely wasn't sure what his answer would be. She usually didn't fuck during her first scene, but she knew Jim and trusted him.

"Please, Mistress. Please, let me come."

"I was hoping you'd say that." She reached down to release the silicone band from around his shaft. "I've denied you all night so hopefully you have a lot of sperm saved up for me. I want to feel your seed dripping down my leg at work tomorrow. I want to be reminded of how much you pleased me. Can you do that for me big boy? Can you fill me up?"

Jim was unable to answer the question. Taking a dangerous risk, he flipped her onto her back and threw her into the middle of the bed. He was feral with lust and couldn't stop himself.

"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me so hard I can't walk." She didn't intend to use his real name but it just slipped out. It seemed to spur the man on though because in that instant, he aligned himself with her and thrust inside her. They let out loud moans and whimpers at the same time while she willed him to remain still so she could adjust to his size.

"Fuck, Toy. Where do you hide that thing at work?"

Jim smirked, pleased with himself. Once he felt her walls quiver, he knew he could start bucking his hips. He threw her legs over the crook of his arms, gathering his legs underneath himself into a tall kneel. He raised her pelvis off the bed so he could pound deeper.

He was in absolute heaven! He'd never tried anything besides missionary, but his weekly nocturnal research proved to him that he had a kinkier side that needed to be explored. He slammed his hips into her, reveling in the jiggling he was causing in her breasts.

He couldn't resist any longer and reached out with both hands to molest her tits. He grabbed each globe at the side before allowing his hands to squeeze around them, gathering at her nipples before applying a light punch to each one.

"Oh, wow. Ohhhh... ohhhh... Mistress. Please can I come?"

"You better make me come first or you'll regret it!"

"Yes, Mistress! Fuck!"

He reached down with his right hand to play with her clit. He didn't quite have the movements down to her liking but the pressure was perfect as was his thrusting. He kept ramming against her g-spot and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Oooo fuck! Yessss! Jim, yes! Fuck me! I'm going to come all over your fucking cock and you're going to give me every last drop of your cum. Fill up my cunt... ah! Give me every. Last. Drop!" She punctuated each word with a thrust of her hips. "Come with me. Come... now!"

Jim growled his much anticipated release as he spilled inside her. He did, indeed, fill her up. He collapsed, utterly spent. They were silent for a few moments before they both started laughing, finally at ease.

Claire was the first to speak. The Mistress had retired for the evening and it was time for Jim's aftercare. Giggling flirtatiously, she said, "Hearing you groan, moan and shout when you cum is so fucking satisfying! I didn't know you had all that in you, Jim."

Rolling to his side, Jim propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at his lover. "Me? How about you? Where did that come from?" He was a sweating, panting mess, and she had never been more attracted to him.

"Well, to be honest, I've been wanting to do this with you since the first time I saw you. I'm just glad I could make at least one night better for you."

"I... I think I'd like to do this again. Is... is that allowed?"

Claire's heart clamped shut as she felt the butterflies in her belly flutter. "I'd love that, Jim. Any time... any place..."