Claire suddenly noticed that the hard rod exquisitely pleasing her center had become less responsive. She straightened her back and saw Jim's eyes about to bug out of his head. She smiled— he must have experienced his first celebrity encounter at The Asylum. It was an unmistakable look. She followed his line of sight to an imposing figure dressed in black with a cape and mask.
"Oh, that's just the owner," she told Jim with a laugh. "He likes to dress as the Batman— take advantage of the times. Always playing the hero. He opened this place a few years ago because his elaborate fantasies needed a place to play. He's a nice guy— just kind of cocky."
Jim was visibly flushed and craning his neck to get a better look. Of course rumors circulated around the station that Jim was heavily involved with the real Batman— hearsay passed down mostly through Detective Ramirez before she left the force over a year ago. Claire had never thought much about it, being so far removed in her own line of work on the clerical side. But judging by Jim's reaction now, it must be true. She ran her fingers along his ruffled brown hair, massaging his scalp and his temples.
"It's just a costume, Jim. You probably know who he is— Bruce Wayne, the billionaire. He doesn't like us announcing that... usually only reveals himself to his partners for the evening. But you signed the NDA and obviously you understand discretion, as the Commissioner." She laughed again, expecting Jim to relax a bit, but his brow just furrowed.
"What?" asked Claire. "Does the idea of costumes turn you on? You'll find that a lot around here." She nodded her head toward Ben and Grace, still kissing and heavy petting in their royal galactic garb.
"Our particular crowd is very into role play. Some people only want to be known by their character names, even."
"So Bruce Wayne has everyone call him Batman?" Gordon mused, shifting a little. He was fully deflated now, much to Claire's confusion.
"Yes. I told you he was cocky. Moonlighting as Gotham's Most Wanted is an ego boost, I'm sure. Is everything okay, Jim?"
The man sighed and made a move to zip his pants back up, reasserting himself as Commissioner instead of Submissioner. "Can we move to a room, Teacher?" His blue eyes still stared a whole through Bruce Wayne's game of dress up. Claire didn't think it was even that good of a costume— it was less tactical than she'd imagined the real Batman gear to be and was more velvety and embellished— fitting for a billionaire playing in his club. Kind of like Batman meets Phantom of the Opera. So she didn't know why it was affecting Jim so.
"Of course, Pet." They bid farewell to Ben and Grace before making their way to Room 4, which she had reserved for the evening.
Pet followed the teacher to his "homeroom." She pushed the door open and waved him in. Like a good little school boy, he walked into the classroom ready to learn.
Jim's jaw dropped when he saw just how seriously Mistress took her role-plays. The room was lit with a flickering fluorescent light, just like at schools. Jim remembered how much those lights used to drive him nuts; he had read an article awhile back about the negative effects of this lighting on people's vision. He looked around the room to observe it further. There were desks — multiple wooden desks with straight-backed chairs, just like a classroom. Except here, the desks would easily fit adults.
Up at the front of the classroom was the Teacher's desk. It was a large, oak desk with a metal kick plate on the front. "Teacher" was on a nameplate, proudly displayed next to a shining red apple. There were some textbooks and papers scattered around the surface of her desk; obviously she had been grading.
There was an old school chalkboard with a green background instead of black. It was about 6ft tall and covered the whole wall, down to the floor. He could see some hardware, like a door hinge almost, which led him to believe it could be spun around. Perhaps a dry erase board was on the other side? On the chalkboard, in very large, feminine handwriting were the words "pop quiz."
Fuck. I didn't study!
"Take a seat, my pet. The front of the class please," Teacher purred. She sauntered up to the front of the class, making sure to wiggle her hips a bit more than usual as she walked towards the classroom, ruler in hand.
Jim took a minute to move, distracted by her delectable ass. Shaking his head to reorient himself, he quickly found his seat. Teacher walked up and placed a blue book on his desk. Jim tried to hold his laughter; it was the same light blue exam book that he used to turn in during his school days. She was very thorough. Teacher continued to lay more exam books down on the extra desks. He found that odd until the door swung open.
Several more "students" walked in. Jim perked up when he recognized Grace and Ben immediately. They'd obviously changed their clothes; Claire must have planned this in advance. Grace was in the typical schoolgirl outfit— a very short plaid skirt with just a hint of green. Her white dress shirt was unbuttoned about halfway to expose the curve of her breasts as they overflowed from the cups of her black lace bra. She wore a green and silver tie, loosely tied and hanging distractingly between her breasts. Ben was dressed in dress slacks and a light blue button up shirt.
Who is this guy? The fucking principal?
The couple sat beside Jim as the rest of the students filed in, taking their seats. The girls were all in uniforms matching Grace's, with a variety of different tie and skirt colors. Jim got a wink from Zac as he came in, confidently dressed in a schoolboy uniform.
Jim was starting to get anxious. Why were all these people here? It had been just him and Claire up to this point. Was this even a scene or was it actual fucking school?
Teacher cleared her throat loudly, instantly silencing her class. She paced back and forth, smacking her ruler lightly against her leg as she spoke. "Thank you all for quieting down so quickly. As you know, we have a pop quiz today. Something every good boy and girl should know. Those who pass my test will get a gold star for the day. Those who fail however... will definitely have detention. Now... shall we begin?"
Teacher wrote her questions on the chalkboard. The students all seemed well prepared, instantly scribbling away in their notebooks. Jim, however, felt very lost and worried as he glanced at her flowing letters.
What is the name of the founder of this establishment?
How many regular dominants visit this establishment ?
What position does a submissive take when they have something they need to confess?
What piece of equipment is defined as: a pliant, flexible instrument, used to create a sharp "crack" sound?
Jim felt the heat rise to his cheeks as his anxiety kicked in. The questions after those only got harder. Claire was obviously testing his knowledge as a submissive: what equipment to use to make these specific markings, what positions a submissive should enter under certain situations, how many knots and types of knots could be used for suspension... he was totally screwed. Was this her point? To teach him he wasn't prepared? This was not the type of evening he had imagined tonight. All he felt was embarrassment and stupidity.
"Pencils down, class. Please pass up your books and sit quietly while I grade your work." Once all of the tests were gathered, Teacher sat down, crossing her legs at the ankles upon her desk. As uneasy as Jim was, he felt his cock twitch when he looked at her long legs and couldn't help but long to have them wrapped around his waist.
"Very impressive, class! Very impressive. Almost all of you passed. Pet!" Teacher yelled as she smacked her ruler on the desk. "You were very naughty indeed and obviously didn't study. Tsk tsk. Please, come to the front of the class for your punishment."
Jim felt his face flush. He wasn't sure if it was his ire, his frustration, or frankly a bit of lust for the chance of exhibitionism. Was she going to let him fuck her— claim her— in front of all these people? A few hours ago he would have blanched at the idea, but for some reason it was more palatable now.
Mistress flipped the chalkboard around. As he suspected, there was another side to it. But it wasn't what he expected. Restraints were on the back, along with a padded "x." Somehow, the little minx was able to mesh a St. Andrew's Cross and a teacher kink all into one. His cock twitched again.
"Strip to your boxers, Pet. Then lean back against the board, face out. I want you to watch what you are missing out on."
Jim promptly obeyed. He knew there would be some sort of punishment, but she always, always followed it up with mind blowing pleasure. He'd gladly hurry this punishment along and work towards their mutual release.
Teacher strode up to him, rubbing her hands down his bare chest as she pushed him backwards to the wall that had been hidden by the chalkboard. She pressed his back against the cross that had been mounted to the wall, restraining all four limbs. He tested the strength of the cuffs, flexing his muscles as he tried to break loose. Teacher chuckled at his feeble attempts.
Teacher walked over to her desk and laid down her ruler, trading it for a long wooden dowel. It looked like a pointer that a teacher would use to point to different countries on an old-school pull-down vinyl map. Returning to her toy, she ran the tip of the point down his chest, gently circling the bulge that was attempting to peek through the fly of his shorts. Jim shivered at her touch.
Teacher turned to her class and told them all that they received an A+ for their tests and could now enjoy their free time, provided they remained in their homeroom for their well-deserved recess.
Teacher stood at Jim's side, allowing him to watch his peers while she very gently stroked his skin. She massaged the tight muscles of his shoulders, raked her nails across his chest, and tickled down his sides— causing him to jump a bit. She leaned forward and licked each nipple until they hardened, nipping at them as he continued to grow hard.
It was frustrating enough trying to handle Teacher's teasing, but he also found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the acts that were being performed before him.
The first thing he noticed was Grace. She was being violently thrust into from behind by Ben. He had her little skirt flipped up, and she was bent at the waist over the desk. He gripped her hips so hard Jim could see her skin bruising already. From time to time Ben would release his grip on her waist to spank her. Really hard. Harder than Mistress had ever spanked him. He wondered if he'd be able to handle anything that rough. Ben swiftly pulled out of her with a groan, flipped her over, and pulled her down closer to the edge of the desk. Now lying on her back, Grace held herself up on her elbows after Ben placed her feet on the edge, fully opening her. Jim blushed as Grace noticed him watching and gave him a wink before Ben slammed into her so hard the desk moved with a loud scraping sound. Grace screamed in ecstasy as she continued getting pummeled.
Next, Jim looked over to see Zac playing with a male and a female student. Jim wasn't sure how to feel about that aspect but continued watching out of curiosity. Zac was on the floor, lying on his back and receiving head from a woman straddling his face. They're giving each other oral exams, Jim mused in his head.
Suddenly, the other male student came up behind the girl and thrust into her so hard that she choked on Zac's penis. Jim's eyebrows rose in concern as he leaned forward to get a better view at what was going on. The trio seemed to enjoy what was happening. As the man pulled out of the woman, Zac would lick him clean, before the man thrust back in. Zac would then return his attention to the woman, suckling on her clitoris. Jim couldn't pull his eyes away and wasn't sure if he enjoyed it or not.
He heard Teacher giggle. At some point she had stopped touching him to watch his observations. "Enjoy watching threesomes? Is that something on your to do list, Pet?" She chuckled as she grasped his cock, giving it a tight squeeze as she pumped him a little.
Jim closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling of his woman touching him. His eyes shot open as she squeezed a bit too hard. "Keep your eyes open, Pet. You failed your test. You should be watching this so you don't fail the next one."
"If you would've told me there'd be a test I'm sure I would have aced it," Jim replied with a slight snarl.
"Watch your tone, Pet. This isn't meant to be a punishment, but it can certainly turn into one if you keep being a brat," Teacher replied simply.
Jim held his tongue a little while longer. Although it was easier to hold his tongue while Teacher had her own in his mouth. God, he loved kissing her. Teacher broke away after a few minutes to walk over to her desk and grab an old wooden paddle - the type that either a nun or a frat house would use, he assumed. Jim continued to look around the classroom. There was a pile of women rubbing all over each other, completely nude. And the noises they were making! Yes... Jim very much enjoyed watching this particular scene.
His attention was drawn by the sound of a loud smack. There was a man paddling a woman over his knee, much like an angry parent reprimanding a child. Then he heard a very specific giggle and turned his head again. He saw Claire off in a corner talking with another woman; they were obviously scheming about something.
Teacher walked over with the young woman following behind her. She was very petite, and her blouse was unbuttoned so he could see her six pack. She had long brown hair and large but obviously fake breasts. Still, he appreciated how she looked. She had her own school skirt rolled up at the waist so he could see the crease at the bottom of her ass cheeks very clearly. Teacher uncuffed the man, and he instantly rubbed his wrists tenderly.
Finally, he thought, I get to fuck Claire. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he liked being tied up around these other men. He wanted to make her scream his name so everyone knew how he made her feel.
"Sit, Pet," Teacher commanded, and he listened immediately. She had him sitting at her teacher's desk. Maybe she'd let him hold some power tonight after all. He smirked smugly. Teacher sat on the desk with her legs crossed, pulling Pet's face onto her chest, allowing him to tug her breasts out of their confinement and suck a nipple into his mouth.
Anything that man did that resulted in his moustache touching her skin drove her wild. Claire allowed herself to enjoy his tongue for a few minutes until she pushed him off. He looked like a child who just had his favorite toy taken away, and Teacher giggled.
"Come here, Becky. Show my little fuck toy here what you can do with your mouth." Becky walked over demurely, making sure she avoided eye contact with the teacher. She sank to her knees, allowing them to separate so her legs were in a "v" position. Becky reached up and pulled Jim's boxers off completely. She grasped Pet's angry cock and licked off the moisture that had already started leaking from his tip. Jim tried to push her away at first.
This isn't Claire. I don't want another woman to touch me. But... oh god, that's an interesting move... I've never felt that particular thing before... ahhh... or that one... fuck. That's actually nice.
Jim was starting to enjoy it. No, it wasn't the mouth he wanted, but... frankly, he was still a man and a very, very horny one at that.
Claire actually felt a stab in her heart when Jim closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall. She usually did that to him. This was her idea, after all - she really shouldn't be upset about it. She had wanted to start pulling away from Jim a bit. He was falling for her— she could tell. And she was terrified she was falling for him. This was supposed to open up possibilities for another domme to collar him, but it backfired. Now she was just pissed off that someone else was playing with her goddamn toy.
"Thank you, Becky. That's enough."
Becky stood and wiped the spittle off her lips. She smiled at Pet and then Teacher before skipping off towards another dominant, a male this time.
Claire needed to regain some control over Jim, now. She wanted to show him she was in charge and make sure he hadn't forgotten about her with Becky sucking him off like that.
"Stand up, Pet, and follow me."
Teacher led him to the chalkboard, flipping it back to cover the "x" shaped cross. She handed him a piece of chalk.
"Write: 'I will study for my test and not be a brat' ten times. Maybe that'll teach you to be prepared next time." She winked at her pet as he grabbed the chalk from her.
Jim wasn't sure why that angered him so much, but it did. It wasn't fair. "This is bullshit and you know it!" Jim yelled at his dominant, and everyone immediately stopped their actions. "How am I supposed to pass a test on something I've never been taught?!" Teacher narrowed her eyes and tensed her jaw as he threw the chalk away.
"Thank you all for joining us tonight, but I believe your presence is no longer required." Mistress looked livid. Obviously she was embarrassed. He'd been warned before about not being a brat and how to act around other Doms and subs. Jim swallowed hard, knowing he'd fucked up.
The class was dismissed, and they all left as quickly as possible. Grace glanced back at her friend to make sure she was ok, but Claire only had eyes for her submissive. After everyone left, Jim dropped to his knees, immediately falling into his "display" position that Mistress had him perform the last time he was being a brat. Dropping his eyes to the floor, he addressed his mistress.
"Punish me," he said through gritted teeth.
Mistress looked at him coolly. "You want to be punished? I thought you said this was unfair?"
"I want to be punished because I don't want to feel like this anymore. It fucking sucks. I need the release."
"Even if you feel like you did nothing wrong?" Claire asked, confused.
"You told me not to undermine you in front of others. And I did. So that was wrong. Not the stupid test part."
"Stand up, Toy. Go bend over my desk." Claire picked up her wooden paddle from earlier. She would swiftly provide his punishment, provide the minimal aftercare she could, and then get the hell out of there. Tonight was too much.
Jim rose to his feet as gracefully as a naked man could. He padded over to the desk and bent over. He was still pissed. These goddamn games were so stupid sometimes. Why couldn't they just have sex like normal people! But he knew after his punishment he'd be in a better frame of mind and perhaps Claire would be too. Then they could talk.
Claire was frustrated. She didn't really want to give him a punishment. Yes, he embarrassed her, but perhaps she pushed it a bit too far. Perhaps she was trying to show off "grandpa" to Zac and Grace. But why did Becky piss her off so much? She was only doing what she had been told. Claire was frustrated at how protective she was becoming of Jim. She approached with her paddle, ready to dole out her punishment.
"You will get six smacks with a wooden paddle. Then I will provide some balm and water for you, and then you're free to go." She was being cold and she knew it.
Jim felt that she seemed distant. He wanted to tell her he had no intention of going home without talking, but he knew better than to talk back at this point.
The first crack vibrated up her arm into her shoulder. She wasn't a weak person by any means, but paddles were hard to get a good crack out of. Still, his ass turned red immediately, and she inhaled with pleasure at that sight. No matter how angry she was, watching little red prints welt up on someone's ass would always turn her on. She saw his muscles tense on the second blow. He was so sexy, laying his head on top of his crossed arms. His back was so strong and muscular, his ass perfectly curved.
By the third strike, her arms were getting tired and she could see his little blood vessels popping, causing little red flecks to glitter over his skin.
She caressed his left ass cheek as she walked over to do the other side. She rapidly gave him his last three whacks, eager to be done. She was getting turned on by this and she didn't want to— not tonight. When she was finished, she heard him sniffle a little. She was sure it hurt, but he took it so well, not making a single noise besides an occasional grunt.
He stiffly walked back to the self care bench. Mistress had gathered their clothes and was walking behind him. "Lie down on your stomach, Jim. The paddle is a pretty rough punishment, so I'm going to put some numbing cream on you." Jim laid down as instructed. Claire knelt on the cold floor this time so he could stretch out more comfortably. She applied the thick, white paste to his bottom, wiping her hands clean on a towel.
Jim sat up, reaching for his clothes. Wanting to break the ice, Jim teased her a bit. "Great, now I smell like arthritis cream. Zac's gonna love that." He winked.
Claire smirked a bit before throwing her clothes back on, preparing to leave. Jim reached out to grab her hand, pulling her back to him to sit on the bench.
"We need to talk," Jim stated.
Oh god. It's 'work Jim.' Claire loved the deep voice that he used when he was being serious.
"Not tonight, Jim. Let's just let the punishment cleanse us, and we can scene some other time."
"No, Claire. That doesn't work for me. What the hell was today all about? Usually I'm on board with everything. It usually has some sort of lesson or something, but all this felt like was you wanting to publicly humiliate me." Jim crossed his arms, looking over his glasses at her while he waited for her response.
"I just wanted you to realize how complex this is and that there's still a lot to learn before you accept a collar. And I wanted to give you a taste of what being with someone else could be like."
"Well, I don't like it."
"Seemed like you liked it."
"Jesus, Claire. I'm a man. My dick can like something even though my mind hates it. I never would have done it if you hadn't made me."
Claire liked hearing that. A lot. "Okay. Lesson learned on that front. I won't make you scene with others unless you specifically tell me you want to."
"I won't."
She laughed. "Okay. No more of that then. And I'm sorry the test game was humiliating for you. I honestly..." she trailed off, embarrassed. "I was really excited about showing you off tonight. I thought when you realized how little you knew about this whole world you'd submit even more, and everyone could see how fucking adorable you are as a submissive and why I can't seem to get enough of you." Word vomit. She was rattling off at the mouth like a stupid teenage girl. Because when it comes to sex you still are, Claire. This insane world is all you've ever known...
Jim gave her an amused look. "I can't get enough of you either. Which is why you gave me the most miserable night of my post-Dent-Act life and yet I'm still here. I'm in this for the long haul, kid. And I'll pass the next test, Teacher. Just tell me what to study this time."
He had shifted on the bench to face her, his arms beginning to visibly shake with his obvious desire to hold her. But he restrained himself, awaiting instruction.
Claire took a small breath before speaking. "Let's plan on at least three nights a week. I know some nights you'll be needed out in the field, so we'll let your schedule dictate which ones. But if you ever feel like it's too much, or that you don't want this anymore..."
"I won't," Jim said again. "Just give me a fair chance, okay? And I think I'd do better if you give me some kind of idea of the 'why' behind what I'm doing. Don't leave me guessing. Is it okay to ask for that?"
Claire nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry, Jim. I'm usually so much better than this. My methods are lock-tight. I don't let my emotions fuck with my methods this much. I just... I just..."
"Shh, come here. You don't have to explain," he whispered, pulling her against the well-worn fabric of his white tee. Claire inhaled the scent of the fibers and felt almost drunk on his smell.
God, she was in so much trouble.
