Batgirl - The Return 3: A Meeting of Ways

by StealthBinder

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Storycodes: F/f; M/f; sbf; bond; harness; cuffs; gag; straps; susp; tease; stockings; toys; mast; climax; comicfic; cons; X

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Part 3: A Meeting of Ways

They made good time through midday traffic. The ride into the outskirts of the city was pleasant, giving Barbara time to make notes and send them off to her assistant. The built-up city gave way to subdivisions of home and then to open, large lands that surrounded the farms and the homes of the uncommonly wealthy. The limousine pulled through the gate, closing behind them as the auto rolled up the long drive to the front entrance of the large, gothic style estate of the Wentworth family.

Barbara thought this place might just put Wayne Manor to shame.

The driver helped Barbara from the door and she stepped up the flat, hand laid stone steps to grand entrance, a massive solid wood door with antique glass side light panels. An elderly butler opened the door.

“Miss Barbara Gordon, to see Mrs Wentworth. I have an appointment.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Gordon, Mrs Wentworth is expecting you. Please step this way.”

The house was quite large and built with the richest of materials for its construction, but its décor was plain, almost devoid of personality, more like an office than a home. Barbara was led into a large sitting room with a fireplace, the hearth so large she could walk into it without stooping over. A large couch and two wingback chairs faced the fireplace, which had a small but cheery fire burning. The butler left her alone, telling Barbara that Mrs Wentworth would join her shortly.

Barbara looked the room over, which was well furnished and held several portraits, including one of Bartholomew Wentworth looking the confident and wise master of the empire he built, of course without smiling. Other family members adorned the walls, though lacking one of his previous wife. A moment later, the door opened and Jennifer Wentworth entered the room.

She looked happy to see Barbara, even though they hardly knew one another. Barbara, at the direction of Bruce, made a call to the widow to speak with her about a promised charitable donation her husband had wish to make. Jennifer insisted they meet for lunch to discuss the donation, even sending her driver to pick the library director up from her office.

“I’m so glad you could make time in your schedule to come out and discuss this in person, Miss Gordon.” She said after greeting her guest. The blonde widow had forgone the black attire for the lunch, wearing a simple yet expensive blue dress and heels, adding in a simple gold chain and earrings, plus her huge engagement diamond and wedding band.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs Wentworth. Please call me Barbara.”

“Only if you call me Jennifer. It’s somewhat hard to be Mrs Wentworth right now.”

“I understand. I didn’t get a chance to say so in person at the funeral, but my condolences to you on you loss.”

Jennifer nodded and motioned for Barbara toward the fireplace. “Please, come warm yourself. This house can feel very cold at times, but with the fire lit, I always felt at such peace in here.”

“It’s a beautiful home.” Barbara added.

“Oh, thank you. Would you like to have a look around and see the rest of it after lunch?

“Oh, yes, that would be wonderful.” Barbara said, grateful Jennifer had taken the little bait. This meant she would have firsthand knowledge of the entire home and layout, if Batgirl needed to come calling one night.

They sat in the formal dining room and had a simple lunch, talking about the donation her late husband promised. Barbara was surprised when the dollar figure more than doubled the earlier promised amount, but she gladly accepted it for the charity was a very worthwhile one.

Barbara also managed to find out that Jennifer had not had any contact with Brad or Catherine since the funeral.

The tour took some time, for the estate was quite large and Jennifer seemed to want to show Barbara every nook and cranny. At last, they came to the master suite, which was large by most standards, if your standard was grand central station. The walls were paneled in rich cherry wood, as was the hardwood floor. One wall had a bank of large windows with a double doorway leading to a terrace overlooking the gardens, which had a bluff and a view of the ocean behind, while another wall had a cheery fireplace. The ceiling was mix of dark exposed beams and plaster. The furniture was also of solid cherry wood, dominated by a huge 4-poster canopy bed, the carved posts each hugely thick but smooth as glass. The luxurious bed itself was much larger than a king size, with about a dozen silk covered pillows at the head, looking like it was made for royalty.

“Oh, what an absolutely gorgeous bedroom!” Barbara exclaimed as she looked around.

“I feel the same way. I fell in love with it the very first time I saw it. I have such wonderful memories of being in here, and now one horrific one.”

Barbara, being secretly tapped into the computers network of every major governmental department in Gotham City, had read both the police and coroner’s reports from the night Bartholomew Wentworth died. How they found him dead on the floor, the result of a massive heart attack. From the coroner’s notes, she read that the coroner believed it was so swift and sudden he was dead before he even hit the floor. Jennifer had been witness to the entire tragic event, but was ‘unable to render assistance to the deceased in a timely manner.’ yet no mention of foul play was entered into the reports. Barbara hoped she would learn more of why Jennifer didn’t do more to help her dying husband.

“Perhaps we should leave, if being here is too painful for you.” Barbara said.

“No, I’m all right.” She replied, rallying again. “I’ve been facing it for the last few days. I’ve been sleeping in here again the last few nights. I think about that night, how it started so wonderfully, but ended so tragically.”

“If you want to talk about it, I’d be happy to help.” Barbara pushed, feeling that Jennifer wanted to discuss it, hoping to build a stronger link with the too young widow and fill in some gaps in her research.

“You’re very kind, but I couldn’t burden you…”

“I have the afternoon clear and if it will help you continue your healing process, I’d like to help.” Barbara added. “If not me, it should be someone close to you through your sorrow.”

“Right now, I’m not sure I have anyone close enough I can be so intimate with without worry of it leaking out.”

“Jennifer, I’m a librarian. I specialize in being quiet.” Barbara joked, receiving an amused yet reassuring smile from her hostess.

If Jennifer only knew of Barbara closest kept secrets, she’d know how true that was.

The two sat on the bed, which was both soft and supportive. Even Bruce’s bed didn’t feel like this. Jennifer thought for a moment, took a deep and relaxed. She seemed to be almost a different person.

“Well, where do I start? First off, you should know that I truly did love Bart with all my soul. Hearing all the names they’ve called me hurt deeply, for they didn’t know how I felt about him. And while Bart didn’t love me like they do in the fairytales, he did have great affection for me. I know that he never once cheated on me, and I did my best to make him happy, especially here.” She said alluding to the bedroom they were in.

“Considering your husband’s reputation of being a bit of a ladies man, that’s quite an accomplishment. Women would give anything to know your secret.” Barbara replied.

Jennifer smiled. “My secret is simple. Give my man what he wants. That’s where those other women failed. My husband was little, well, he liked to get kinky when we made love, and I enjoyed it too, so I let him live out his most craved desires with me.” Jennifer said then hushed her voice a bit as she leaned in close to Barbara. “Have you even been tied up during sex?”

“Well, yes, I have, a few times.” Barbara said trying to act the shy librarian, ‘A few times this month!’ she thought to herself without saying.

“I don’t just mean tied to the bed with a few neckties or scarves. I mean really tied up, so you can’t move a muscle or get free without someone’s help, with ropes or shackles, or real bondage gear. And not just on the bed, but all over the place, and gagged so well, you don’t make a peep, while having the most exciting sexual episodes you could dream of.” Jennifer almost seemed like she was bragging about her exploits.

“I take it you’ve done these things.” Barbara replied, without giving account to the various places and ways she, as Batgirl, had been rendered helpless in the strictest of bondage ties, mostly against her will, in devices only the most depraved minds could dream off intending to make her meet her end while having sexual stimulations being heaped upon her to keep her distracted while attempting to escape.

Of course, as Barbara Gordon, she’d been tied up plenty of times in far more pleasant and sexually gratifying ways too, but that wasn’t important to discuss the differences now, considering the differences constituted explaining her unique duel personality.

“Oh yes, countless times since I met Bart.” She said, very excitedly. “Even after we were married, he would tie me up and make love to me 2, 3, sometimes 4 or 5 times a week, and for hours at a time. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve tightly hogtied or lashed down to the this bed, with my arms and legs tied to the 4 corners, or standing between the bedposts, dressed in nothing more than silk stockings and high heels, while my husband teased me to me multiple orgasms or took his sexual pleasures on me repeatedly.”

“It sounds, well, quite exciting.” Barbara said, doing her best to sound a bit bewildered while suppressing her amusement, having done the very same pleasurable affairs countless times, and those were some of the more tame episodes.

“Oh, it is.” Jennifer replied. “Bart was very creative in his bondage too. To be honest, I would be lying if I said he got more pleasure from it that I did. I so enjoyed the whole experience very much. Though there were nights when I didn’t, well, perhaps I’m saying too much.”

“No, please, go on. I find this very remarkable.” Barbara coaxed. While part of her wanted to hear the kinky details of their bedroom games, she most wanted her hostess to tell her everything, for who knew what tidbits of information she would glean from it.

“Though we hardly know each other, I feel so comfortable around you, I feel like I could tell you anything.” Jennifer placed a hand on Barbara’s leg. It was just a little too friendly, more like she was making a pass at her, but Barbara didn’t resist it. Jennifer was opening up so nothing was said or done about it.

“As I said, some nights I didn’t, well, orgasm, but I still loved it. Bart was a bit of a selfish lover, but with everything he liked to do, I found myself thirsting for his style of intimate pleasures. I’ve even learned to tie myself up, so when he was out of town, I could still experience the feeling of tight bondage on me, plus add a few extras to give myself the things he missed giving me. Don’t get me wrong, some nights he very attentive, making me overwhelmed with lust and make me scream into my gag as I climaxed. But mostly, he would tie me up, fondle me to his heart’s content then use me for his desires alone. In fact, that’s what happened the night he passed away.”

“What did happen that night?” Barbara ventured to ask, her hand covering the widow’s. She wanted to know what the police left out.

“Well, it started out quite tame, really. As usual he had me tied up on the bed. He used a black leather body harness on me, which was one of his personal favorites.”

“Oh my, that sounds very, restrictive.” ‘As if I didn’t know.’ Barbara thought to herself.

“Oh it is, especially when he adds leather straps to bind my legs together. When I’m in it, I feel like I’m in a body hugging cage of soft inescapable leather straps. So he had me on the bed, fondling me till I was good and worked up. In fact, he was making me crazy with desire, for he knew I would do a good job on him.”

“A good job? How could you do anything at all?” Barbara said, trying to sound naive.

“Well, you can when it’s your lips doing the work.” She replied with a laugh. “That is, after he took the ball gag from my mouth. He rolled me onto my back, with my head over the edge of the bed and standing next to it, I gave him oral sex. He was so excited he came in just a couple of minutes.”

“Impressive.” Was all Barbara dared respond, noting how easily the stories were flowing out. She remembered being in a similar situation once, only she was strapped down to a board that was about to be slid into a deep well and the man was the Riddler, but it was similar in that it only took minutes before he exploded into her mouth and she hated him doing it.

Of course, giving a blowjob while hogtied to a lover was a different matter entirely, one she didn’t mind as all.

“Bart was, for once he was done he generously fingered my love button and breasts. I came so quickly, he didn’t have time to gag me again, only covering my mouth with his hand.”

Barbara squirmed a bit. Jennifer’s tale was getting to her and Jennifer didn’t miss noticing her guest’s reaction.

“Well, Bart was eager for more, but needed some time to recover before we could do anything. So he made me stand over there,” Jennifer said as she pointed to a spot several feet away from the bed near the fireplace, “and he strung me up so I was forced to remain in place. He used a long rope over the beam and attached it to my body harness, using the ring in the center. In the end, I was leaning backwards a bit as the rope pulled my chest upwards.”

“Oh my, that really sounds uncomfortable.” Barbara said in mock disbelief. Bad-Worth Bart was indeed kinky.

“It wasn’t really as bad as it sounds, but it does keep me rather helpless.” Jennifer replied. “So I was hanging in my pseudo suspension, gagged again, of course. At first he just sat in that chair, looking at me as I struggle, but it wasn’t that long before he got aroused again and was, um, ready to go again, if you know what I mean. So he started to fondle me all over my vulnerable body. I believe his intent was to make sure I was ready for him then loosen up the rope and take me from behind standing, which he loved to do.

“And that’s when it happened.” Jennifer said a little more quietly. “I guess he was too excited or something, for all of a sudden, he got this very pained look on his face, the blood rushing form his face. He clutched his chest and just collapsed. He just laid there and never moved again.”

“Oh, how horrible.” Barbara replied. “You all bound and helpless, unable to help him or call for help?”

Jennifer nodded.

“Oh my dear.” Barbara said, taking hold of the young widow to comfort her. The embrace held for several minutes until Jennifer was able to continue.

“So how did you get free?”

“I didn’t. I clicked my heels against the wood floor to get attention. I was able to tap out an SOS, but it took a while and it was only heard when one of the servants happened to walk under the floor below. But by then, it was much too late. He was gone.”

“I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you.” Barbara said. In fact, she had a hint of doubt that part of the story could be true. Having been in numerous bondage saturated jeopardies over the years, she pondered how she could have actually made the heels of her shoes generate enough noise to be effectively heard. “At least you were resourceful enough to devise a signal for help. It must have been difficult to do.”

“Well, with all the practice like I’ve had over the last few year, you get good at doing tough things.” She joked. “I’m sure the Batgirl could tell us stories about all those cleaver escapes she’s done.” She even chuckled when she said it.

Barbara smiled at hearing the comment. No, she didn’t make that connection. “Yes, I sure she could. We all could learn a few things from her.”

“To be honest, I think my husband had a small Batgirl infatuation.” Jennifer confessed. “He bought me a purple PVC catsuit and heeled boots. He loved it when I to wore it while I was tied up. Sometimes, when I’m playing my private self-bondage games, I’ll wear it and pretend I’m Batgirl, and I’ve been captured by some evil villain. I feel like a real superhero when I cleverly escaped my self-imposed bondage.”

‘Honey, it’s not the same when you’re life’s really in danger’ Barbara thought to herself.

“Yes, I could see why.” Barbara said. “You’ve sure do have your adventures, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. And so should you.”

“Oh me, no. I’m just a simple librarian. I’m not the kind of girl that could do those sorts of things, the costumes and all.” ‘Liar, liar, Batgirl costume on fire….’

“Oh please, you really shouldn’t be so shy and reserve. You’re dating Bruce Wayne, correct?” Barbara nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he wouldn’t get wildly excited over a little bondage play.”

“He might.” Barbara said. ‘Oh boy, does he get excite!’ “But I still marvel at how you managed to get help. That must have been almost impossible for you to accomplish.” She added trying to change the subject back to answering her doubts.

“Well, Miss Gordon, there’s one sure way for you to know.” She said as she stood and went to her closet. A moment later, she came out with a large box and set it on the bed. Opening it, it was filled with all kinds of bondage gear. Ropes, leather restraints, handcuffs, shackles, gags off all kinds, even a metal chastity belt, plus vibrators and other sex toys. It was quite a collection, almost as impressive as Bruce’s.

“Oh my, that’s a lot of, things.”

“As I said, my late husband was very creative. Now, let me show you what it was like for me that night.” Jennifer Wentworth was very enthused and it seemed she wanted Barbara to be just as enthused as her.

“Mrs Wentworth, I ah, well, you see.”

“After all you’ve done for me today I’d like to repay your kindness.” She said. “I’m feeling so much better after talking with you, and it would mean so much to me to share this with you. You did say you had the afternoon clear, so there’s nothing to prevent us, so let’s see if you enjoy this as much as I do.”

Barbara felt trapped. The idea of Bruce tying her up always excited her and she was euphoric when he actually did render her immobilized as part of their love making. As erotic as it sounds when Jennifer described it, she wasn’t too keen on being bound and gagged for the afternoon with the grieving widow she was trying to befriend. But as odd as it sounded, maybe it would help strengthen their fledgling friendship, which may be of greater help going forward. So she agreed to play out the little game. Besides, Batgirl surely had gotten out of worse than anything Jennifer could throw her way.

Maybe Bruce would have been the better choice for this assignment.

“I suppose a little demonstration wouldn’t hurt anything.” she asked doing her best to still sound like a novice, as Jennifer made her selections. “So how do we do this?”

“Well, to get the full effect, you need to feel the restraints against you as much as you as possible. Direct contact on the skin is so much more gratifying than thought the clothes.”

‘Even though I’m trying to protect this woman, I’m NOT going as far as to get naked in front of her.’ Barbara said to herself. Acting a bit reluctant, she removed her dress, leaving her in matching lace underwear and her heels of black. Thankfully, she left the garter and stockings at home today, which would have gone against the mousey librarian image she worked hard to publicly project.

But Jennifer refused to let that stop them. Seeing Barbara could look so much more the helpless damsel with a small change, Jennifer retrieved a set of silk stockings and a lace garter, telling Barbara she would look and feel so much more feminine in them. She complied to make her host happy, adding in the supplied accessories, secretly thrilling to the feel of the silk sheathing her shapely dancer toned legs.

The two stood together, in the spot Jennifer pointed to earlier. But before Jennifer began the imprisonment of her new found friend in the leather straps, she unhooked Barbara’s bra in one easy motion.

“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it much more this way.” She said when Barbara tried to protest. “It will only get in the way and not feel as wonderful.”

Now topless, Jennifer first pulled Barbara’s hands behind her back and applied a set of belted leather cuffs to her wrists, which were attached together, before she began to drape the leather body harness onto her feminine frame. How many times did she wake up and find Catwoman had expertly restrained her in some kind of erotic bondage gear and was sexually teasing her as a precursor to being place in a grotesque deathtrap. Only then, she was still wearing her Batgirl costume and cowling.

It almost felt strange to have woman do this to her without the threat of her life about to be terminated that usually accompanying the deed.

This time, she was herself, but nearly naked as Jennifer pulled, buckled and adjusted the leather straps until Barbara was completely helpless from the hips up. The straps of the harness spread out all over her torso, starting at small brass rings, especially the one between her breasts, some going over her shoulders, others around her body and arms and a particular one that went down between her legs and back up the other side, pulling into her crotch, Thankfully, she didn’t pull the last one as tight.as all the other straps were, but all were bucked together well out of the reach of her leather locked hands.

“How do you feel?” Jennifer asked as she surveyed her work.

“It feels quite interesting. I feel rather stranded about now.” Barbara replied. As much as she was play acting that this was the first time she had been in such a spot, the bondage wasn’t all that tight. Given some time, she figured she could work herself free of the harness, even without the aid of the tools stored utility belt.

Escape was a hard learned and very need skill she had developed over the years.

“Well, if you feel helpless now, just wait till we’re finished.” Jennifer bemused, looking rather pleased.

“We’re not done?” Barbara asked, knowing well they weren’t.

“Of course not, my dear. There still much more to do to you before you’re ready to enjoy the full experience.”

Jennifer knelt at Barbara’s feet and looped a short black leather belt around her ankles, pulling it tight before she buckled it closed. Her chance to run was mostly eliminated, though Barbara had learned to not only hop upon her spiked heels for great distances, but even fight an attacker if needed. As Barbara squirmed in her bondage, Jennifer rose to her feet and moved behind her captive guest.

“Now here’s something that will really add to the experience and make you feel totally helpless.” She said as she dangled a bright red ball gag before Barbara’s lips.

“I’m not surr…urrghh!” Barbara’s protest was cut off when the young widow implanted the ball into Barbara’s open mouth. In a moment, it was in deep and strapped on tight, making the librarian as silent as she expected children to be during a reading circle. Barbara’s tongue could feel her host’s residual teeth marks on the ball, suspecting it was a favorite of both owner and wearer alike.

“There now, that’s getting us closer. Now let me finish off your bondage, then you can have a good struggle.”

A rope was tossed over the exposed beam above Barbara’s head. The rope was threaded through the metal ring between her breasts that secured the leather straps on the upper part of her torso. Jennifer took the slack out of the rope, causing Barbara to arch upwards, pulling her off her heels so she was standing in the balls of her feet of her sensible heels. The widow Wentworth checked her work, making sure her guest wasn’t going to get free of her bondage before she had her chance to complete it.

Jennifer loosened the strap between Barbara’s legs. Barbara squealed when she felt her host work her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly slide the lace down her legs till it was stopped at her ankle bindings, solidifying her desire to make her guest naked. Jennifer spent the next few moments playing with Barbara’s helpless frame from behind, concentrating on her breasts and between her legs. And she knew how to stimulate a woman, for the captive’s nipples hardened and she got warm and moist in a most deliciously erotic way. But once she got the shy government worker erotically worked up, Jennifer moved away to get something else from the box of toys.

Shades of Catwoman, who often did similar things to a helpless Batgirl, were flashing through Barbara’s mind,

“Starting to get the picture of how I was feeling that night? The only difference was my heels were much higher than yours.” Jennifer said in a voice that was hushed and turned seductive.” Now as a favor to you, I’m going to do for you what my late husband occasionally failed to do with me when he had me in similar poses.”

Barbara felt something probing at the entrance to her pussy. Unable to look down to confirm it, she knew that Jennifer was working a bullet shaped vibrator into her. Once she got it past her damp vaginal lips, which in her state of bondage and excitement was a simple process, the tormenter slid right in, entirely buried inside her warm, slicked up love tunnel. With the device deeply implanted, the crotch strap was tightened up again, this time one if not two notches snugger, making sure Barbara could not work the harness off her body or expel the vibrator from her pussy. A small loop in the harness held the remote control for vibrator.

But Jennifer was still not though. Silently, she added another strap to her legs this one just above her guest’s knees, pulling her legs tightly together. The ankle strap was removed and Barbara’s lace panties were stripped from her legs before her angles were again lashed together, this time even tighter than before. Two more straps were added, one below her knees and the last at her tights, completed melding her legs into one bound unit.

Jennifer reviewed her work, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she circled her naked prisoner twice, adjusting and tightening the straps in the process. In moments, the bondage became far more stringent and 10 times more difficult to escape from. The young widow knew her trade, making Barbara wonder how many other women had been the same circumstance now found herself in at the lovely widow’s hands.

“There now, I think that will do it.” She announced as she stood in front. “Feeling helpless now?” she said as she reached out to touch her captive.

Barbara nodded and grunted her compliance. Yes, she was completely helpless. And being naked before the woman she hardly knew just a few hours ago, she felt completely vulnerable. Yet at the same time, this was far different that when Catwoman or Harley Quinn was the woman that had done the imprisoning. She felt excited, sexy, aroused and very turned on. Barbara had a weakness for bondage and right now, it was showing.

“Yes, I think you do.” Jennifer said as she caressed Barbara’s breast, which were only enhanced by the leather straps ensnaring her torso. “My, you have such a splendid figure. And your breasts, so absolutely perfect. You should show off your figure more and not hide it under such unflattering clothing.” She said as she felt Barbara’s nipples harden.

‘If she only knew of my other clothing.’ Barbara thought as she squirmed under her exciting touch.

“Yes, you make a fine damsel in distress. And now that you’re all good and tied up, I’ll let you enjoy it for a while, and give you something to entertain you as well.” She said as she switched on the vibrator. “Oh, and to put your mind at ease, the servants know better than to interrupt us, even if they do hear anything.”

Instantly, the stimulating sensations flooded into Barbara, making her moan deeply. Already turned on by both her confining restraints and Jennifer’s expert touch, the new sensations were quickly turning her aroused state in to one of erotic delights.

Jennifer was far from inactive. She stripped off her own clothing till she too was in nothing more than her very expensive heels and climbed onto her bed. Since Barbara was facing that direction, both women had clear, complete views of the other. Jennifer’s figure was nothing sort of fantastic herself. Women worked for hours in the gym and spent thousands of dollars to go under the knife to get a body like hers.

From her box of bondage toys she retrieved a two sets of handcuff, a shiny black ball gag and large vibrator before she propped herself up on the pillows. She first locked her ankles in one of the handcuff sets before she silenced herself with the ball gag, buckling the straps behind her head. Last, she locked herself in the handcuffs, but in front of her so she could still use her hands.

Lightly captive in her self-imposed restrains, Jennifer began to caress her own fine womanly figure, giving plenty of attention to her nipples that were already swollen from excitement. There was little doubt why Bad-Worth decided to get involved with Jennifer, for her figure was absolutely wonderful, especially since she was lightly restrained. Watching the other’s body squirm in sensual enjoyment only added to their exhilarations, adding a visual aspect to the erotic play going on. As the captive librarian was slowly working her way up to a now much sought after orgasm, the kinky self-restrained widow turned on her own teaser and rubbed it between her legs, working it against her aroused clit.

How long it lasted Barbara didn’t know. She was ever so slowly building up to a climax. Not only was the vibrator doing wonderful things inside her pussy, but the tight strap was rubbing against her clit, adding in another aspect to her kinky torments, helping the process along but at a snail’s pace. Jennifer intently watched her captive wither in her delightful confinement, working her own sexual hot spots, but denying herself of the orgasm she was driving laboring herself towards, moaning around the black ball that kept her full lips parted, mixing with the moans escaping past Barbara’s ballgagged lips.

At long last, it all came to a head and nothing would stop it. Barbara was bucking her hips against the strap, trying to get that one last element of encouragement to push her over the top. It worked, for the orgasm began to erupt, making her scream into the gag as waves of pleasures overtook her body. At the same time, Jennifer let loose a series of yelps and pants, timing her orgasm to match that of her leather bound guest. Both women’s orgasms were long and intense, flooding their bodies was waves or erotic bliss over and over. The orgasms seemed to last for hours, nearly making Barbara black out from the intensity but making every part of her thrill with the excitement. But all too soon the orgasms of both bound ladies were beginning to wane and slack in strength and intensities.

Spent from the amazing but exhausting climax, Jennifer relaxed, dropping her vibrator to the bed. She was in no rush to relieve herself or her captive of their restraints or stop the vibrator running inside Barbara. Though Barbara was spent, both from the orgasm and the taxing bondage position, the vibrator was still giving making her excited, making her rub herself against the strap over and over.

After a short time of recovery, the widow Wentworth switched off her vibrator and removed her restrains before returning to her bound prisoner’s side. Barbara’s gag was remove first, but before she had a chance to say a single word, Jennifer’s mouth came down on hers as her hands took hold of her behind, grinding her body into her captives. With Jennifer’s tongue deep in her mouth her hands moved to playing with Barbara’s breasts and nipples. She was relentless at pleasuring her helpless guest, making Barbara come again in moments, moaning deeply into her kinky imprisoner’s mouth. Though not as intense and delivered quiet differently than the earlier orgasm, it was still a delightful one none the less.

When the enjoyable orgasm was over, Jennifer withdrew from her lesbian act, turning off the battery powered tormentor in the process. She let Barbara hang in her bondage for a while longer, breathing hard and enjoying her afterglow, as her hostess dressed, brushed her hair out and touched her makeup, looking prim and proper as a widow should just with a little extra flush in the cheeks.

“Amazing, isn’t it.” Jennifer said as she lowered the rope holding Barbara’s backward arch.

“I think I’m starting to understand what you mean.” Barbara replied, trying to convince her kinky new friend that the experience was both fresh and exciting to her.

Though not a fresh experience, the exciting part was certainly true.

Barbara was helped to the bed and allowed to lie for several minutes to recover. Jennifer seemed in no real hurry to unravel her leather fettered guest, but did nothing further to tempt her either. Barbara surmised that Jennifer was waiting to see what her response was going to be or hoping Barbara would make some request.

“I must admit, I’m a bit jealous of you right now.” Barbara said, choosing her words carefully. “I think I’ve been missing something from my sex life.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I was worried for a moment I may have pushed too far or offended you.” The widow replied.

“Oh, pushed yes, but in a good way.” Barbara replied with a smile, making her host giggle. “But I do suppose all good things must come to an end. My staff must be wondering where I am by now.”

Jennifer took her cue and reluctantly unbuckled Barbara from the belts and harness. The widow was lonely and hoped to extend their budding friendship further. Moments later, Barbara was dressed in her conservative librarian cloths and fashioned her hair and makeup to a presentable state. Jennifer insisted Barbara take the garter and stockings with her, making Barbara promise to wear them on her next date with Bruce Wayne. The two women then left the bedroom, Jennifer escorting her guest to the main hall like nothing had happened. The servants remained back and out of the way, not questioning their long stay in the mistress’s bedroom.

“It’s been a most surprising and enjoyable afternoon, Mrs Wentworth.” Barbara said as they stood at the foot of the grand stairway. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“I do hope you will come and visit me again, soon.” Jennifer replied as she pulled Barbara in for an embrace.

“Oh I will.” Barbara replied loud enough for the listening butler to hear then dropped her voice so quiet only the widow could hear her speak “Perhaps we could try it the other way around next time.”

“Anytime, Miss Gordon.” Jennifer replied with a smile. “James will see you to the door.” Jennifer then turned and headed up the steps as if nothing happened at all. A few moments later, Barbara was in the back of the limo, heading towards Gotham City. Using her tablet computer, she did a rough sketch of the estates layout adding key locations to be remembered and notes of their conversation. She didn’t make any notes about what transpired but she did run her fingers over the luxurious stocking in her purse, planning ware them as a surprise for Bruce on some special occasion in the near future.


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