Dominatrix Barbara Gordon faces another superhero challenge in Fantasyland against Zorro!
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The first superhero challenge featuring Leather Lady had been huge success. The entire event was videotaped and copies were made available to Mistress Anita's clients. The response was phenomenal. The Queen of Criminals faced a weekly challenge for the next six months from all sorts of superheroes and super heroines.
The evil villainess's second challenge was from the masked bandit El Zorro. While the Caped Caballero was himself an outlaw he felt that if he could capture the curvaceous criminal and bring her to justice his past misdeeds would be forgiven and he would be granted a full pardon. With his challenge accepted the bold swordsman began his preparations. The masked marvel was tall and slim. In honor of the contest the bold bandit decided his all black costume needed a complete makeover. Everything was discarded with the exception of the black felt hat. The black leather gauntlets and boots were replaced by ones made of patent leather. The black silk mask, blouse and trousers were superseded by ones of black pvc. The black satin sash and shimmering satin cape were also replaced by garments made also of black pvc. The dazzling calf length cape however retained its red satin lining.
The one item of the costume that Zorro reveled in wearing was of course his glorious cape. It caused him problems when it caught on things and he had to roll it onto his left arm when he was involved in a sword fight. Still he loved the way it shimmered at night and the soft swishing sound it made as he walked. When he rode his horse Tornado at a gallop he could feel the tug on his neck as the cape flowed gracefully behind him.
It was dark as Zorro slipped through window into the supposed lair of Leather Lady. A tip from an operative sent him to this hacienda in search of his prey. As the Caped Cabellero moved to the center of a very large room the lights suddenly came on. There on the far wall stood a masked female figure dressed all in black leather. There was no doubt it was Leather Lady.
She was five foot ten with glorious red tresses. Over her flawless face was a black leather domino mask. The outlaw queen wore an extremely tight fitting leather blouse and jeans. The jeans were stuffed into black knee boots with spike heels. Leather Lady appeared prepared for El Zorro as she wore black leather gauntlets, a sword belt with the scabbard over her left hip.
The masked marvel found his quarry incredibly beautiful. Dressed in a satin gown she would surely be considered a goddess. A man of impeccable manners the bold bandit approached the masked maid and gracefully bowed as he greeted her,
"Buenos Noches Senorita!" The leather clad lady smiled extended her right hand as she replied,
"Good Evening Senor Zorro! I have been expecting you!" Zorro took her gloved hand and lightly kissed the back of her hand as he inquired with a smile,
"I hope I am not late." Leather Lady smiled broadly and exclaimed, "Right on time!"
The champion of the oppressed could not believe how incredibly lovely his opponent really was. He couldn't wait to subdue her so he could squeeze her firm breasts and tight butt. The masked marvel now scolded himself for letting his mind wander. Back on task Zorro now exclaimed,
"I think it best if you come with me and surrender yourself to the authorities." Leather Lady smirked and remarked,
"I think not Senor Zorro! I will surrender to no man without a fight!" She then withdrew her sword. The Caped Cabellero smiled as he wrapped his gleaming cape on his left arm and withdrew his sword. With a shout of "On Guard!" the leather clad beauty moved to the attack. The masked marvel however easily parried her blows. He then went on the attack to test the skill of his lovely opponent. While she successfully blocked his blows it was accomplished with great difficulty. Zorro quickly came to the conclusion that while Leather Lady was a competent swordswoman she was facing an opponent of much greater skill.
Back and forth across the room they went each one attacking and then defending. As two outlaws battled each other Zorro noticed that Leather Lady kept looking at one spot in the room. It seemed as if she were determined to avoid the area at all costs. Finally beginning to tire with the exercise Zorro finally managed to turn the Queen of Crime so the area was behind her.
Now determined to end the fight the bold bandit began a blistering attack. Leading with his right boot he was now in the special area. The Caped Caballero now certain of victory felt his right boot slam into the floor and then give way. As Zorro began to stumble his lovely foe saw her chance. With a flick of her wrist Zorro's sword flew from his black patent glove and thudded to the floor. In an instant the tip of her sword rested in the middle of the now helpless hero's chest.
In total shock over this sudden reversal in fortune the bold bandit began to back away from Leather Lady. She followed him closely keeping her blade on him until she had backed the champion of the people into a wall. With look of firmness she exclaimed,
"Now Senor Zorro, you will reach into your sash and remove your pistol. You will then hand it to me butt first." Still stunned by his defeat Zorro meekly complied with the demand. The Queen of Crime then took the pistol and cocked the hammer as she pointed at the now crushed caballero. After replacing her sword in its scabbard Leather Lady continued the disarmament of El Zorro. He was forced to remove the bullwhip also in his sash and the stiletto knife he carried in his right boot. Now totally defenseless the cruel queen of crime began to taunt the now helpless hero.
"Don't look so disappointed Senor Zorro! You fell into my trap just like Superman. I studied you fighting style and quickly determined that when you attack you lead with your right boot. I put a small amount of a slippery liquid on the floor in one specific spot. As we battled I kept looking at it as if I wanted to avoid it knowing you would notice. I then let you move me into the area. Your boot came down right on the fluid and slipped away causing you to stumble. I was then able to easily disarm you." The face of the defeated defender turned bright red as he realized how his beautiful but evil foe had so duped and tricked him. He then acknowledged his humiliating defeat. "I congratulate you Senorita! You have defeated me most completely. Now what are you going to do with me?" The evil beauty one sweetly replied,
"If you are worried about me turning you in to the Lancers for the reward don't. I have much better plans for a hero as handsome as you. After I broken your will Senor Zorro, I plan on turning you just like Superman into a sex slave. Right now you will get on your knees!"
With the deadly pistol aimed right at him the masked marvel had no choice but to obey his lovely captor. Now on his knees the cruel criminal contemptuously knocked Zorro's hat off of his head. She stepped back and placed a gleaming black boot in front of the caped bandit. She then exclaimed,
"My boot is dirty you will clean it with your cape" The humiliated hero picked her boot in his left hand while he slowly wiped the shimmering cape over her shiny foot ware. The process was then repeated for her other boot. With her boots now clean and shiny the humiliation continued for the champion. Leather Lady again placed a boot in front of the bandit. She then commanded,
"Take my boot in you hands!" Zorro did as directed. The villainess then exclaimed,
"Now we are going to turn the Caped Caballero into the Caped Bootlicker. Senor Zorro you will now kiss and lick my boot!"
The defeated defender of the people kissed the toe of her boot and then ran his tongue over the shiny leather surface. The pungent smell of leather filled his nostrils and his manhood began to stiffen. After five full minutes Zorro found himself kissing and licking the other spike heeled boot.
With "Boot Worship" completed came the next phase of the now helpless hero's humiliation. Zorro's most precious secret was his real identity and the bold bandit zealously protected it. His true identity was now to be exposed as Leather Lady demanded that he remove his mask.
The caped champion had no option but to obey his captor. He was in submission on his knees with a pistol pointed at him. With eyes filled with defeat Zorro reached behind his head to untie the mask. As the shimmering piece of black pvc fell away from his face the villainess exclaimed,
"So Don Diego de la Vega is Zorro!"
Don Diego tried to fight back the tears that came to his eyes due to the stunning humiliation of having to unmask himself. He had been unmasked before but had never been forced to do it himself. While the unmasked caballero's face burned with shame the evil bitch walked over to a bag and removed a leather item.
Still on his knees Diego de la Vega tried desperately not to sob. The Queen of Crime exclaimed,
"Don't worry Don Diego I have something that will hide your secret identity." She dropped a black leather bondage hood in front of him and commanded,
"Put on the hood Don Diego!" The now unmasked marvel began to sob and plead,
"No Leather Lady please don't make me wear a hood. Please don't! I would rather go around unmasked!" The leather criminal replied,
"You will obey me Don Diego! I have defeated you and you will wear the "Hood of Defeat" for as long as I say."
Again with a look of the dejection Don Diego pulled the evil leather hood down over his face. Leather Lady adjusted the straps for a tight fit and then locked the bondage device in place.
If the totally defeated Diego de la Vega thought that the worst was over from Leather Lady he was badly mistaken. Still on his knees with his head encased in a black leather hood the Queen of Crime then delivered her knock out as she exclaimed,
"Now Don Diego, in order to complete your total defeat you will remove you cape and hand it to me." Don Diego went into an immediate panic and began to sob,
"No Mistress no! Please not my cape I beg of you!" The leather clad criminal grabbed the now helpless hero by the collar of the shimmering garment and exclaimed,
"You have thirty seconds to remove the cape or I will tear it off you. Then I will tear it to shreds!" Diego was now confronted with an even worse situation the complete destruction of his most precious garment. He slowly undid the satin cape chord around his neck and slipped his arms from the shimmering cape. On his knees he presented the cape to his cruel conqueror. He then collapsed on to the floor and began to sob and whimper.
Leather Lady always willing to totally humiliate her opponents quickly slipped off her own mask and donned the Zorro mask. She then slipped her arms into the lustrous cape. With tear stained eyes Diego de la Vega looked up to find his beautiful captor had now assumed the mantle of Zorro. The villainess with complete contempt looked down on the Decaped Caballero and exclaimed,
"That's right Don Diego you are no longer Zorro! I wear the mask and the cape now and I proclaim myself El Zorro!"
It took several minutes before the defeated Diego de la Vega could compose himself and ceased crying. With an inquiring glance he asked his conqueror, "How did you learn my weakness?" Leather Lady cruelly laughed,
"All of you Superheroes have a weakness of some sort. Some heroes like Superman it is easy to find. Others like your self it is a little more difficult. As I said I studied your fighting style I also studied your persona. While I watched you in numerous sword fights I asked myself why a man who engages in close quarter combat would wear a black satin cape that came down to his calves? Why indeed! The only practical reason I could come up with was that you use it to wrap up young senoritas in it while you take them on moonlight rides on your horse."
Diego was astounded that Leather Lady had correctly identified its practical use. She then continued her monolog,
"I also concluded that you wear it because you like the look and feel of it. The soft swish as you walk and the way it flows behind you when you ride your magnificent steed. I then examined more aesthetic reasons. I figured you wear it not to be noticed but for what it makes you. A masked rider is bold and daring. A masked rider wearing a shimmering black satin cape is even bolder. In short I found the cape is your essence as it defines who you are. I therefore reasoned that if I took it away from you would become helpless and would do anything to get it back and would obey me as well."
Don Diego was stunned by the total accuracy of the evil villainess's words. Everything she said was true. The time that he had been knocked unconscious, unmasked and then decaped was his blackest memory. When he awoke and found his mask and cape where gone he went into a panic. The Caballero felt totally naked without them and that his whole persona as Zorro as been striped from away from him. He was unable to function at all as the masked marvel without his cape and cried like a baby over its loss.
The queen of crime pulled the decaped caballero to his feet and placed a rope around his arms and waist. She began to pull him down the back stairs. This brought back memories of another terribly humiliating incident. Once while being chased by the Commandante he had fallen from his horse.
While he lay on the ground the Commandante rode up and managed to lasso him. The next thing he knew he was being pulled by a horse at the end of a rope. The now captured Caballero struggled desperately to escape from rope but could not. He recalled the totally helpless feeling of being captured and the dread that his luck had finally run out. El Zorro was certain that in mere seconds when he was pulled into the town square he would be unmasked and then imprisoned. He was only able to escape when the saddle cinch on the Commandante's horse broke.
On reaching the dungeon the defeated Diego de la Vega was ordered to remove the rest of his gleaming costume. With his conqueror wearing his mask and cape the helpless hero meekly obeyed. As he stood totally naked except for the bondage hood Diego was given a scrotum harness plus his gauntlets and boots. After he put on the items the former El Zorro was placed in a cell with his wrists and ankles shackled to the wall Before she left for the evening Leather Lady further taunted her prisoner. She told him how much she was going to enjoy bedtime when she slept in his magnificent cape. The evil bitch then she put her arms around Diego's neck and passionately kissed him. Filled with lust for her the defeated de la Vega could not resist returning the passion of her kiss.
Surprised by his response Leather Lady asked politely inquired,
'When did you fall in love with me?" Diego replied, "The first time I kissed your boots!"
Late the next morning Barbara Gordon in her luscious gold satin robe sat in the kitchen of her apartment reading the morning paper. It was a desultory effort as there was little news that interested her. Her mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous evening.
The second role playing session in Fantasyland was even more successful than the first one. The videotape of the downfall of El Zorro was sure to be a hot item whose sales would greatly benefit Mistress Anita. The footage of the Caped Caballero's defeat, capture, unmasking, decaping and finally his enslavement was sure to be more erotic than anything yet seen.
When Barbara's eyes returned to the paper he noticed a story in the local news section that grabbed her attention. The title read "Manager of Hellgate Club arrested for embezzlement." It seemed that Ms. Tracy Reed the manager of the private sex club known as The Hellgate was being charged with misappropriating fifty thousand dollars from the club's operating fund.
The Hellgate Club was one of the most exclusive institutions in Gotham City. The club catered exclusively to the sexual appetites of wealthy Gothamites. Based in the mansion of a nineteenth century robber baron the Hellgate Club sanctioned just about any sexual practice between consenting adults. The membership of the club was kept strictly secret so no one knew who the members were except the Board of Directors. An invitation to join The Hellgate Club was an indication that one had arrived in Gotham Society.
Barbara put the newspaper aside and began planning her day. It promised to be a busy one with shopping and several errands to run. The red haired beauty also wanted to finish her latest sewing project. She was working on a pair of gorgeous red patent open breasted tights that when completed would look like they had been sprayed on her fabulous body.
That evening when the young dominant arrived at the brownstone for work with her latest dominatrix fashion creation she was immediately called into the Mistress's office. The older woman was most anxious to talk to her protégé. Anita breathlessly inquired
"Barbara dear have you heard the news?" Perplexed Barbara exclaimed,
"What news Mistress?" Anita gave the red tressed lovely a scowl and replied,
"Barbara how many times must I tell you about that! We are now equals and I am not your Mistress anymore." Barbara blushed and remarked,
"I am sorry Anita but you were my mentor. It seems almost disrespectful not to address you as Mistress." The older woman took the compliment and declared
"I see your point child but it is demeaning for you to acknowledge someone else as your superior. As a dominatrix you must always zealously guard your image!" Babs replied,
"Yes Anita!" The older dominant smiled and exclaimed,
"The news I was asking you about was The Hellgate Club." Barbara answered,
"I read about the manager being charged with theft in the paper this morning." The older dominant now became excited and exclaimed,
"That's true child! But I wanted you to know that all day long people who say they are members of The Hellgate have been calling me. The substance of their call is that they want you as the new manager of the club. If you want the job I have set up an interview with the Board of Directors tomorrow evening at the club. Babs Gordon was stunned,
"I don't know Anita I am rather new at all of this!" Anita scowled again,
"Barbara dear don't be ridiculous! You have the brains and beauty to succeed at anything you choose to do. You are being given a precious opportunity for a dominant.Your acceptance by The Hellgate Club means that the profession of the dominatrix has also been accepted by Gotham Society."
Barbara thought about Anita's words for several seconds before replying,
"All right I will do the interview tomorrow night. But what do I wear for it?" Anita exclaimed,
"You wear what you aspire to be! You want to be the most beautiful and alluring Dominatrix in the history of Gotham City. I would get your hair, make up and nails professionally done. As for your outfit it must catch their eyes. It must be bold as well as daring while not appearing slutty or trashy. Don't pick anything open breasted but something that really shows off your body. You get the idea." Babs replied,
"Yes, I think I do!"
The next morning Barbara Gordon began preparations for her interview at The Hellgate Club. She had scheduled a late afternoon appointment with a professional beauty saloon to have her hair and make up done. The task at hand was to go through her sumptuous dominatrix wardrobe to find the perfect outfit for her consultation with the club's board of directors. Barbara was sad at the thought of leaving Mistress Anita and the brownstone for it held so many wonderful memories. She was disheartened that she would have to abandon her creation, Fantasyland, but it could not be helped. The job offer at The Hellgate Club as Mistress Anita had pointed out would definitely advance the Dominatrix profession. Babs felt that maybe the Fantasyland concept could be introduced at The Hellgate Club.
The real reason for the demise of Fantasyland was of course due to that evil genius Oswald Cobblepot. In fact the whole interview at The Hellgate Club was the doing of the Penguin. By use of a second paid operative the fowl fiend had monitored Barbara's progress at Mistress Anita's. When the red tressed lovely assumed an equal role at the brownstone the Penguin decided it was time to complete "Operation Barbara!"
The first task was to find more unknowing dupes to advance Penguins plan. The first target was Tracy Reed manager of The Hellgate Club who was abducted and given the treatment. Ms Reed was instructed to send a membership list of the club to the cold hearted crook. She was also instructed to begin removing funds from the clubs operating accounts and forwarding the money to a bank account held by the Penguin to pay his living expenses. Ms Reed did exactly as instructed.
A comparison between of clients that frequented the brownstone and the membership of The Hellgate Club revealed three names; Abigail Billingsly, Steve Hoskins and Ralph Ward. These three were also adducted, treated with the mind control process and then released. All were now unknowing puppets of the Penguin.
Ms Reed's downfall began with a backroom conversation between Steve Hoskins and one of the directors. Steve mentioned the possibility of several irregularities in the club's records. An audit was immediately scheduled on the club's books. Tracy Reed was soon confronted with numerous cash withdrawals she could not explain. She was then discharged from the club and the incident reported to the police.
With Ms Reed now history Abigail Billingsly, Ralph Ward and Steve Hoskins began a boiler room operation to insure their candidate Mistress Barbara was selected as the new manager of the club. They called all of their friends and acquaintances in the club to push for Mistress Barbara's selection. In short order they discovered that an interview was scheduled between Mistress Barbara and the board of directors. Now almost certain of their candidates selection the three club members ceased their activities.
It was early in the evening when Barbara Gordon arrived at The Hellgate Club for her interview. She wore a long hooded wool cloak to try and shield her identity. After entering the posh sex club she was shown into a dimly room where she could change into the dominatrix outfit she would wear for the meeting.
Earlier in the afternoon the Barbara had her hair and make up done at a professional saloon. Her beautiful fiery red tresses were piled high on her head with lots of gleaming ringlets. The make up she wore was fresh and natural. Originally the bold beauty had planned on wearing dark make up with lots of black eye liner and black mascara. She changed her mind after seeing the fantastic job that was done on her hair. She felt a more natural look would better highlight her hair and that dark make up would convey a false impression of her as a dominatrix.
The red tressed beauty removed her street clothes and her white cotton bra and panties. She then reached into her carry bag and pulled out a pair of red leather tights which she wriggled into. Barbara had bought the dazzling tights this morning just for her interview. The gleaming leather garment hugged every curve of Barbara's torso and butt. The top was cut to expose as much of her fabulous cleavage as possible. The beauty's lush 36 DD breasts looked like they were imprisoned in red leather.
Next the young dominant donned her red leather crotch boots. With five inch spike heels the top of the boots came right up to the curve of her perfect ass. Then came long opera length red leather gloves and her domino mask also in red leather. The final item was a floor length red leather cape lined with red satin. Barbara picked up the luscious garment, slid her gloved arms thru the side slits and buckled the cape around her pretty neck. A quick glance in a full length mirror confirmed what the caped dominatrix already knew which was that she was drop dead gorgeous.
The session began as Mistress Barbara was escorted into a very large wood paneled room. Seated around a long table were ten rather distinguished men ranging in age from early fifties to late sixties. In a bold and daring move Barbara introduced herself to each of the men at the table.
With introductions completed the caped figure walked to the front of the room. She was invited to sit but in another bold gesture she graciously declined the offer stating that she preferred to stand for the session. The reason became quickly clear as Barbara opened the front of the dazzling cape. Now in their midst stood a luscious creature in gleaming red leather tights, gloves and crotch boots. There was a collective gasp from the group of men as they beheld a leather clad figure of incredible beauty. With her initial impression now burned into their minds Mistress Barbara now gracefully folded her cape back on to her bare shoulders.
The club president a handsome man in his mid fifties made a brief opening statement welcoming Barbara to the club. As he spoke, Babs noticed that nine pairs of eyes were focused solely on her chest. Perhaps the men prayed for a failure of her fabulous tights so that her lush breasts would be totally exposed.
Questions from the board now began as Barbara slowly and gracefully moved around the room. The red tressed beauty easily recited her experience and qualifications for the job including the fact that she was a certified Emergency Medical Technician. The president drew a chuckle when he stated that Barbara's medical training would be an absolute necessity when the older members of the club caught sight of her.
There were questions about her management theories and practices. Babs answered truthfully which seemed to satisfy them. There were several more bland questions before they dropped the bombshell on her. She was asked about her position on having sex with club members. Barbara smiled before she replied that while she found sex extremely pleasurable, she found mixing sex with her clients a very bad business practice.
The answer brought several calls of "here, here" from the gentlemen. Barbara now decided to punish the group for their impertinence. She began a slow turn as she released the neck clasp on her cape. The luscious red leather garment fell away slowly revealing the rest of the dominants fabulous body. There was an even louder grasp from the men as Barbara's killer butt was now completely visible. The astounded look on the face of the eldest man revealed the real possibility of a heart attack.
The only other difficult question was in reference to her mask and why she wore it. As with Mistress Anita, Babs explained that due to a recent ad campaign that her face had become very well known. She also stated that the mask gave her an air of mystery and seduction for her clients. The red tressed lovely then stated that when viewing beautiful objects it is not always desirable to see everything. A little mystery always made things more exciting.
Mistress Barbara stated unequivocally that she was in no way ashamed of her profession and that she was proud of her role as a dominatrix. Finally the dominant challenged the board by stating that if they desired her to unmask, that she would do so. The board members now completely enchanted with the bold beauty instantly declined the offer. It seemed that they too wanted to wonder about the flawless face behind the lovely red leather mask.
The club president now spoke for the entire Board of Directors when he stated that Mistress Barbara was obviously more than qualified for the position of Club Manager. He then called for a voice vote on Barbara's selection. The vote was unanimous in favor of the beauty clad in red leather. Barbara excited by her new job thanked the board for their vote of confidence.
Barbara spent the rest of the evening touring the club and being introduced to the members present. The young lovely was most impressed by opulent nature of the establishment and the professionalism of the staff. There were some things to frown about but overall the dominatrix was thrilled to get the position. She could not wait to call Mistress Anita and tell her the good news.
The next morning Barbara Gordon began to move her sizable dominatrix wardrobe from her apartment to an incredibly lovely suite with a French provincial décor. She planned to use the huge set of rooms on the second floor of the mansion as her office, boudoir and private playroom for special clients. This was one of the many perks Babs received as the manager.
Barbara Gordon's first official act as manger of The Hellgate was to close the club for one week. This was done so she could interview the staff, review the club procedures and make any changes she deemed necessary. Permission had been obtained from the Board of Directors who also grudgingly agreed to pay the staff's salaries for the week. Mistress Barbara assured the Board that the staff would be busy the entire time.
The new manager was most impressed with her staff. After interviewing each one privately in her office she found them all highly professional. The job entailed providing superb service to the club members while appearing to be unseen. The greatest challenge of all was to remain discreet. On a daily basis they saw important movers and shakers of Gotham City at play. The unwritten rule thoroughly understood by all was that what they saw while on duty must never be divulged to anyone.
Given the nature of the club Mistress Barbara made safety a top concern. She spent an entire day inspecting the playrooms and the sexual devices they contained. Broken or malfunctioning equipment was immediately discarded and replaced. All sexual aids were to be inspected daily. The staff members received basic CPR and emergency medical training. The phone numbers of local Fire and Rescue units were discreetly displayed throughout the club. The lovely new manager made sure her establishment was not an easy target for frivolous lawsuits.
The biggest change which occurred involved the acceptance of tips or gratuities by the staff. Formally visible members such as waiters, waitresses and bartenders were allowed to keep any tips they received. Barbara felt this was unfair as the assistants that had contact with the members were aided by the support staff who received nothing.
A system was introduced were gratuity containers were placed throughout the club. The money contained in each was collected nightly. At the end of the week the money was totaled and divided equally among all of the clubs personnel. At first there was some grumbling over the new system but this soon faded when the basic fairness of the practice was realized.
The reaction of staff to their new leader was most surprising. After several weeks on the job the former manager Tracy Reed had been gradually accepted by her aides. In contrast Mistress Barbara after three days on the job was universally worshipped by the staff of The Hellgate Club. They simply adored her. They found her to be a boss who demanded highly professional behavior. However she led from the front and constantly challenged her personnel to do better.
She cared about her people and took care of them. The Mistress as she was reverently addressed knew everyone working at the club by first name. If they had personnel problems she would listen and offer her advice or assistance. The one thing they liked most of all was her fairness. Mistress Barbara would never ask a staff member to do something she herself would not do. She thought nothing of assisting her maids and footman cleaning up the mansion after an evenings work.
After a grueling week of training and minor renovation of the mansion the masked mistress felt it was time to reopen for business. The first week of operations went remarkably smooth as the staff settled in to new practices and procedures. The Club began to receive a flood of compliments which the Mistress eagerly shared with her staff
In honor of her ascension as the new manager of The Hellgate a special diner and dance was scheduled at the mansion in order to properly introduce the Mistress to the members of the club. News of the soiree for Mistress Barbara soon reached the ears of one cagey bird via his main social operative Steve Hoskins. The Penguin wanted to make sure that Mr. Hoskins invited his dear friend Police Commissioner James Gordon to this special event.
The evening of the special diner and dance at The Hellgarte Club found James Gordon in complete frustration as he attempted to tie his black bow tie. He was in a black mode as he felt his friend Steve Hoskins had tricked into going to this ridiculous affair. He did not approve of exclusive private clubs and especially clubs were sex was the main attraction. Steve had begged and pleaded with him to go to the event and he had finally relented.
As he wrestled with the tie he wished that his daughter Barbara was here to help him in his hour of need. He had hoped to bring Barbara to the affair but had been unable to contact her. The Commissioner then realized that for the last two months he had a hard time staying touch with Barbara. She was never home at night when he called and he had only seen her when she stopped into his office for their usual Tuesday night diner.
He had little idea of what was going on in her life. He tried to ask questions about her personal life during the diners but his daughter always managed to change the subject back to his job or police work in general. The only thing that pleased him of late was the fact that during this two month period Batgirl had not conducted a single crime patrol.
He prayed nightly that his lovely daughter had seen the light and had finally given up the life of a masked vigilante. Finally the bow tie surrendered to his efforts. As he slipped on his white diner jacket his mood suddenly improved when he realized that whatever Barbara was doing she was not doing it as Batgirl.
The membership and guests of The Hellgate Club had gathered in the main foyer of the mansion to await the entrance of the new club manager Mistress Barbara. At precisely seven pm a second floor door opened and an alluring figure descended the main stair case. A collective gasp was heard from all as what could only be described as a goddess drew near.
Mistress Barbara stepped slowly down the stairs in a strapless sheath of black leather which appeared to have been modeled to her body. The dress was slit up the front almost to her crotch. The grown seductively hugged her every curve and revealed the full cleavage of dominatrix. The seductress had her fiery red tresses piled on top of her head with many soft ringlets. A flawless face was partially covered with an oval shaped mask of black leather which lent an air of mystery to the beauty. Her long slim arms were encased in black shoulder length kid gloves. Black Prada pumps with five inch heels completed the ensemble.
James Gordon was totally stunned as he had never seen such an incredibly beautiful woman as this before. Her height and hair color reminded him of his daughter but he had never seen Barbara move with such style, grace and elegance. The only thing that bothered him was the mask. He did not see a woman in a mask as being mysterious or seductive. In his mind it meant that she was trying to hide something.
As Barbara descended the stairs she was shocked to see her father standing in the large crowd. The realization that there was nothing she could about her father being present at the event seemed to calm her. Babs however felt confident that she could prevent her father from learning the truth about Mistress Barbara tonight.
A reception line was formed as leather clad lovely now greeted her guests. Standing next to the Mistress as an assistant was Abigail Billingsly. Barbara received compliment after compliment about her hair and gown but this did not ease her mind as her father moved slowly down the line toward her. The closer he got the more uneasy she became but she never showed a trace of it.
Finally Abigail introduced Police Commissioner James Gordon to her. Babs exclaimed,
"Commissioner Gordon, how nice to meet you!" Jim Gordon very ill at ease over all the attention a masked dominatrix had received coldly replied, "Good evening Miss!" In retrospect Barbara should have let the cold remark go and move on to the next guest but she could not. He was her father and she wanted his approval so she inquired,
"Is there something wrong Commissioner?" Also in retrospect Jim Gordon should have been more civil to the young beauty but he could not and he replied,
"Yes, there is young lady! I don't approve of people wearing masks in Gotham City. To me a masked person has something to hide!" Barbara sweetly replied,
"Commissioner Gordon I assure you I have nothing to hide!" Jim Gordon exclaimed,
"I don't believe you! The only three people permitted to wear masks in Gotham City are Batman, Batgirl and Robin!" Believing there was only one way out Barbara inquired,
"Do you want me to remove my mask Commissioner?" With ball now back in his court Jim Gordon had two choices and he picked the wrong one when he replied,
"Yes Mistress Barbara I think you should remove your mask!" The beauty in black leather was stunned that her foolish gamble had failed and now she hesitated for a moment. Knowing that her unmasking was bound to happen anyway Barbara decided to comply. She was proud of her profession as a dominatrix. If someone thought that she was hiding behind a mask she would prove them wrong. The bold beauty reached behind her head and undid the string holding the mask. As the gleaming piece of leather fell away from her flawless face there was dead silence followed by a loud grasp.
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Barbara Gordon has revealed to the world that she is a dominatrix! Will James Gordon be able to stand the awful shame of his daughter's actions?