A sexy Sunday...

Chase looked out across the rubber dungeon. The Black rubber and polished black leather glowed with the reflected red mood lights. In front of her, the black rubber form was prostrate on his hands and knees.

“Well dear Brucie, how do you like my new office?” Chase cooed.

“It is wonderful Mistress,” Bruce said keeping his face down to the floor.

“And your latex hood looks so adorable with the little bat ears,” Chase snickered, “Show me your adoration by kissing my rubber boots.”

The latex gimp clad Bruce started to kiss Chase’s black stiletto heeled right knee boot. Kissing and licking his way up the sole and toe cap.

“That’s it,” Chase smiled, “Get your tongue on my boots, show me how much you love my sexy boots. Now the bridge of my foot.”

Bruce obeyed.

“Such an obedient Bat,” Chase said, “Doesn’t it feel good to obey a rubber mistress Brucie?”

Bruce grunted as he kept kissing the zipper running up the top of Chase’s foot.

“Move up to my ankle,” Chase ordered.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor got Chase’s attention. Catwoman in her purple latex catsuit and black rubber crotch boots and opera gloves strutted into the play room.

“I see our favorite pet bat is demonstrating his boot worshiping skills,” Catwoman purred.

“He is very good at it,” Chase giggled, “Higher Brucie, And just so adorable as our rubber bat gimp.”

Catwoman came in and kissed Chase on the lips as Brucie kissed his way up her rubber stocking clad legs and eventually to her naked pussy. There Brucie went to work sucking Chase’s clit, tonguing her pussy and nosing her pussy.

*

The klaxon blare of the alarm clock shattered the erotic dream and dragged Chase into the waking world like she was being dragged by a pack of hell hounds on a leash throw the bushes of a Massachusetts cranberry bog.

“Ah hell,” Chase muttered.

One thing she was sure of, her hand, her thighs, her pussy and the sheets around her lap were soaking wet. Chase smiled to herself…

“That was a pleasant dream…” Chase muttered to herself, “Need to make a note of that in my diary to analyze later…”

*

It was a rather rare event to have a video conference call on a Sunday, but one of the Lex Corps lawyers had stumbled on the fact that their new line of electric vehicle made use of a Wayne Industries Patent, one that they hadn’t paid to use. So Bruce sat in the study wearing a white button down shirt watching the video conference call on the Wayne Industries Laptop with his trademark vapid smile. He listened as Mercey Graves and Lucius Fox were going back and forth over the patent used and the value of the royalties for their use. Bruce didn’t say anything, but it was hard for him to not notice that Mercy was wearing a black rubber button down blouse.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred knocked at the door way, “If you can step away from way for a moment?”

“Unless anyone has any objections,” Bruce said getting up, not listening for the objections.

Bruce got up and walked away not caring that his flannel pajama bottoms as he went to see what Alfred wanted.

“What is it Alfred?” Bruce asked in a hushed voice.

“Miz Brown called looking for her daughter,” Alfred said.

“Is she in Cassie’s room?” Bruce asked.

“No, nor is Mistress Cassie, Master Tim or Miss Brown in Master Tim’s room,” Alfred said.

“Hmmm,” Bruce said before reaching for his phone.

He quickly remembered that he didn’t have the special phone or his corporate phone since he was wearing his pajama bottoms. Alfred produced a silver tray with a cover and removed the cover to reveal the special smart phone Bruce was looking for. Bruce brought up an app to check on various safe houses across Gotham… The penthouse in the clock tower was occupied by Dick and Barbara. Bruce grimaced when he realized where the three eighteen-year-olds were… the ‘**** Trap Dungeon,’ a sub-basement apartment that he had put aside for escape training in the event that one of his sidekicks was kidnapped like Jason had been all those years ago. And the camera had both Cassie and Steph naked on top of Tim tied to a bedframe.

“Let Miz Brown know that her daughter slept over with Cassie last night,” Bruce said, “There is nothing to be concerned about…”

“Very well Master Bruce,” Alfred said.

Bruce would give them a stern talking to later…

{ Mercy's outfit (Not a fan of AI BS, but it mostly works) https://www.deviantart.com/teltexai/art/The-New-Boss-26-959241948 }

*

Harley sat on the padded floor and watched with dull interest as Doctor Astrid and Professor Arkham came in to speak with her. Harley looked up and noticed that both Doctor and Professor Arkham were dressed in matching green button-down shirts with black ties. Astrid wore a green wool knee length pencil skirt while Professor Arkham wore green trousers with perfect creases down the front of each leg.

“Wow, did you two just come from church?” Harley asked looked them up and down.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Professor Arkham asked with a calm neutral tone.

“I mean, you two look sharp,” Harley said getting up, “Did you press your lab coats? Classy.”

Harley could see the pair have a slight and silent exchange. Clearly professor Arkham wanted to say something, but he was just there to watch, and Astrid wanted to see where this was going on her own…

“What do you mean by that?” Astrid asked.

“I mean you two look like you really went all out making sure your shirts, ties, bottoms and jackets were perfect,” Harley said, “I don’t see a single wrinkle anywhere… You look ready for court, or a funeral…”

“Thank you, Doctor Quinzel,” Doctor Astrid smiled politely.

“So what brings you down to my rat cage this Sunday?” Harley asked.

“I am here to inform you that you have a meeting with the public defender tomorrow morning Doctor Quinzel,” Doctor Astrid informed the blonde in the cage.

“Great,” Harley said before leaning back against the glass wall and slumping to the floor, “What if I know I am guilty and belong locked up in here?”

“Well Doctor Quinzel,” Doctor Astrid said keeping her calm professional demeanor as she made a note, “Then you will be able to speak with the public defender about the possibilities of submitting guilty pleas, and make an informed decision about it. I would like to remind you that this is a **** penalty state.”

“Yeah, lethal injection,” Harley said, “I know… I did a lot worse to people.”

“Well I am sure the attorneys will have a better legal understanding of your case,” Doctor Astrid said, “Anything else?”

“Doctor Qunizel,” Professor Arkham spoke up, “I have read Doctor Meridian’s report, and while I have my concerns, I am a doctor and obligated to treat life as sacred.”

“Right professor,” Harley said, “I am sure you can also understand that I have a lot to feel guilty about.”

Both Arkhams nodded slowly before exiting.

*

“You are a hot bitch,” Chase told her reflection as she posed before the mirror, “Latex looks hot, fuck, it makes me feel hot and horny.”

Chase posed in the latex nurse dress debating going out to the fetish club she had been to on Friday night. Why shouldn’t she, as long as she got to bed at a reasonable time like a responsible adult, there was no harm in going out and socializing…

*

“Doctor!” the familiar voice called.

Chase turned and spotted Tess and Peter. Tess looked rather wonderful in a rubber catstuit and Peter looked adorable on his hands and knees with a puppy hood on.

“Tess, Peter,” Chase smiled, “I know I released you two from the hypnotic conditioning…”

“Peter…” Tess turned to her leashed husband.

The man in the puppy hood looked up at his mistress before turning back to the blonde doctor.

“Doctor,” Peter said, “We enjoyed the power exchange so much that we decided to try it out on our own. Tess has really become a loving mistress.”

“And Pete is such an adorable puppy,” Tess said rubbing her husband’s head.

“We can’t thank you enough for showing us how you much fun this could be,” Peter’s smile was evident even behind the puppy hood.

“Well, I must say, I am glad to help,” Chase beamed with pride.

“Yes in fact, we were hoping you would be here tonight,” Tess said, “We have a few friends who would like to experience your hypnosis…”

“I would love to help them,” Chase smiled.

*

Tess sat with Pete between her legs on his hands and knees. They were enthralled as they watched Chase put their friends under. Chase had the wife already in a trance and was about to snap her fingers and put the husband completely under.

“And sleep,” Chase snapped her fingers, “Now you are both deep asleep and your minds are open to me. Now Monica, tell me, are you sexually attracted to women?”

“Yes Doctor,” the entranced Latina murmured.

“Does your husband know?” Chase asked.

“No Doctor, I have never told him,” Monica muttered.

“Henri,” Chase asked, “Do you know if your wife is straight or bisexual?”

“She is Bisexual Doctor,” the French immigrant husband intoned.

“How do you know? Has she told you?” Chase asked.

“No Doctor,” Henri muttered, “She hasn’t admitted it to me, but I have seen how she watches other women, and she doesn’t object to watching lesbian porn with me.”

“Are you sure she isn’t a lesbian?” Chase asked.

“Yes, she gets wet watching it and then starts sucking my cock,” Henri said.

“Very well, Henri and Monica listen to me, you both know that Monica is bisexual, you are both at peace with it. Henri gets turned on watching Monica dancing and making out with other pretty dominatrices, Monica you love to tease Henri by dancing and making out with pretty dominatrices,” Chase ordered the pair.

“Yes Doctor,” the pair intoned.

“Tonight, Henri will be Monica’s submissive **** boy and Monica will be Henri’s sensual dominatrix,” Chase instructed the pair, “For tonight only, Henri has to obey Monica’s orders without question, Monica you will get off on controlling Henri but you want to take care of him and ensure he isn’t abused by other women.”

“Yes Doctor,” The Pair intoned.

“Now when I clap,” Chase instructed, “You two will wake up and carry out your instructions. When I snap my fingers, the both of you will return to your trances, understood?”

“Yes Doctor,” the couple intoned.

Chase clapped once and the pair shook awake. They looked at each other.

“So Monica do you have anything to tell Henri?” Chase prompted.

“Henri, I’m Bi…” Monica stated flatly.

“I know Mistress,” Henri responded.

“I think we need a demonstration…” Chase started.

Tess quickly got up and went over and sat in Monica’s lap and started kissing the Hispanic woman. The tight rubber of Henri’s suit left no doubt that he was clearly enjoying the show.

*

Tim didn’t mind that he was handcuffed and hanging upside down, he had two mistresses sucking his cock. Nothing could ruin this moment, not Batman, not the Joker….

“Holy Shit! The little birdy’s ball’s dropped!” Barbara’s voice mocked.

“Kid, I told you, you have to be the mac daddy, not the gimp!” Dick’s voice rang out.

“Shit…” Tim muttered.

“You call this an orgy? Where’s the buttplugs?” Barbara called.

*

“Shouldn’t you be scolding Master Tim, and Mistresses Casandra and Stephanie?” Alfred asked from over Bruce’s shoulder as he reviewed the reports of muggings.

“This is much more effective,” Bruce noted, “The right tool for the job, or in this case, the right tools to humiliate the three.”

*

Chase danced between the two rubber women, it was clear to her that she too was bisexual, and that she very much liked pretty women in sexy latex. Monica kissed Chases neck while Tess kissed Chase’s hard left nipple. Looking at Henri and Peter, they clearly were enjoying the show.

*

Chase smiled to herself as she walked in her penthouse. Chase had hypnotized the two couples again before leaving. When they left the club, the husbands would go back to being dominant, in fact once they got home, the wives would be horny hyper submissive slaves until dawn and the husbands would be all to happy to take them to bed for a good fucking.

“What would the courts think if they knew about this?” the stern Batman voice sent an erotic shutter up and down Chase’s body, “You are supposed to be respectable Doctor.”

“What?” Chase said with an innocent tone, “I had the night off, I put on a nice dress, some heels and went to a club, danced, and look I am home before ten pm.”

Chase held up her wrist with the gold watch to show the time of nine, fifty-nine.

“And the fact that your dress is made of latex?” Bruce asked.

“Like I said,” Chase came closer to the black clade vigilante, “A girl doesn’t up and move across the country to chase a rubber clad superhero without having some inclinations to start off with…”

“I am here to talk about Quin…” Batman intoned.

“I take it that you read my reports and the supplements?” Chase rolled her eyes.

“What are you going to recommend to the legal teams?” Batman asked.

“I am not going to make any recommendations,” Chase shrugged, “That isn’t my job, my job is to establish the patients frame of mind. And in Quinzel’s case, she seems to be highly remorseful about her actions.”

“Seems,” Batman repeated the word.

“I know that other doctors have been fooled by her in the past,” Chase turned around and took off one shoe, “But I am trying to see both sides and have a wholistic approach to this.”

“I know that,” Bruce confessed, “But I don’t want to see you get hurt by her.”

“Thanks,” Chase said, “Now about dressing up in rubber suits… want to help me take mine off for a little fun in bed?”

Chase turned around and the sliding glass door was open, she was alone in the penthouse apartment.

“Looks like mister bun-bun will be my entertainment for the rest of the night,” Chase rolled her eyes.

*

Batman returned to the batcave and was greeted by the scowls of Tim, Cassie and Steph.

“Seriously?” Steph started but quickly stopped when Batman met her gaze.

“The Titans requested to use the training site, Nightwing and Batgirl volunteered to supervise,” Batman said with a hushed menace, “So why did I get reports of the training site being used as a sex dungeon?”

The three quickly became mortified. Cassie’s face turned bright red.

“Are we going to have to do rounds in the Zogger?” Tim asked.

“Nightwing, was Beast Boy with your training group?” Batman called.

“Oh yeah, and he got pictures!” Dick called from the showers.

“I think that is punishment enough,” Batman said flatly, “After all, Garfield will not let you three live this down…”

The three hung their heads in shame as Batman walked past them to the locker area.