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Batgirl and Robyn 1. Broken Routine Cecily was a pretty detective sergeant with an overwhelming crush on a colleague. Detective Inspector Robin Cloud was the object of her crush, and Robin was her boss. Despite her rationalising, and deliberate attempts to find attractive boyfriends elsewhere, the puerile schoolgirl crush on her boss refused to go away - In fact - The more she tried to spurn him - The more attractive he became in her eyes. "I never had crushes on anybody when I was at school - All my friends developed crushes on teachers or other pupils of whatever sex, but I was aloof. All my friends eventually got over their crushes, and became 'normal'. If I am patient enough, I will get over my crush, and become 'normal' again!" Meanwhile the object of Cecily's crush was completely unaware of it. - - - - - Detective Inspector Robin Cloud was a well respected police officer among his colleagues and all the way up to the chief constable himself. He was unaware of the crush held by Cecily Wallington. Robin did not chase promotions, and had refused the last two offers of 'Detective Chief Inspector' to stay as an inspector. "Inspector and sergeant is the limit of front-line policing!" Robin always said, and his aim was to always be a front-line policeman. He was known as a 'grey man' to his peers. He was good-looking and single-unattached. He had his own house -inherited from his now-deceased parents. He minded his own business, unless it was police business, and everybody, who took the trouble to cultivate him liked him. At every briefing Robin would be tucked away at the back - listening carefully to everything, and usually remaining silent throughout. Noticeably, when he did speak in his quiet manner, any hubbub ceased immediately as everyone listened intently. When Robin spoke, he would be saying something important that had escaped everyone else's attention. His reputation for being right, and insightful had earned him this level of respect. - - - - - "Cecily?" called the apologetic voice of Robin Cloud, and Cecily's heart began a crescendo in her chest. "He is not really attractive!" she told herself, "A poor catch with no ambition - A bad match for any single girl - so why am I attracted to him?" she thought for the umpteenth time, and turned her head to her him better. "Cecily, I want you to pass your shoplifting gang to Robert, and then come into my office for a briefing on a new case!" Cecily's fingers tingled and her blush was too late for Robin to notice. "I shouldn't react like this when my inspector wants to brief me on a new case!" she castigated herself. "It's not as if he wants to debrief me in his office!" she giggled quietly and then blushed some more. - - - - - "Cecily, you are a sensible, pragmatic officer, and I feel that I will need your assistance in a case that I have been given." Cecily looked at him expectantly - hoping that her flush would be mistaken for her enthusiasm for the new case - which was genuine anyway. "Cecily, there has been at least one occurrence of high-level blackmail in our area. "The case is very sensitive, and you may only discuss any aspect - any details with me alone ... Do you understand?" Robin looked deep into her eyes for her reply, and Cecily thought she was drowning. Cecily, recovered from her faint before losing her footing and managed to nod briefly, and then the piercing eye contact was immediately lost as Robin rushed on with the briefing. "A high-profile member of our community is being blackmailed, and fortunately for that individual - He-or-she ... You do have to know, Cecily ... The complainant is a man who counts the Chief Constable among his acquaintances, and I have been given this case directly by the Chief Constable!" "That'll put a lot of noses out of joint, sir!" Cecily hazarded with a grin, and she detected a short disapproval from Robin, who then paused to catch her eye and grin back at her. "Because of the 'sensitive' nature of the case we cannot call in any extra help with the investigation - We can only assign resources on the 'No-need-to-know' rule. ... "Other officers can blindly carry out our instructions." Robin stared at Cecily to gauge her receptiveness, and she nearly melted. "I want you to clear your desk and be ready for undercover work tomorrow. "Dress casual and we'll meet in the Seven Bells public house at ten o'clock AM!" - - - - - 2 The Victim "Inspector Cloud and sergeant Wallington to see Mr Ashton - We do have an appointment!" Robin directed at the pretty maid who answered the door. The maid dropped a perfect low curtsey, and indicated that they should enter and follow her. "Maids are much more welcoming than stodgy, disapproving old butlers!" Cecily observed quietly to Robin as they entered the grand hall in the wake of the gracefully trotting maid. Robin was staring and examining the maid as they followed. "The skirt is very short - bordering indecent, and the cutaway around the breasts is very daring indeed - almost provocative - assisted by that very tight corset. "The stockings and high-heels complete the overall sluttish impression ..." "Sir, your voice is too loud - she can hear you!" Cecily hissed her warning. Robin looked at her vacantly and then suddenly grinned. "I meant no disrespect, Cecily - I merely observe and comment factually ..." - - - - - The maid led them upstairs to a study room and held open the door for them to enter. "Mr Ashton will be with you immediately!" she smiled as spoke in dulcet tones and she curtsied again. The maid stood fully erect with her shoulders back and strode aggressively to the chair behind the desk, and plonked down heavily. "So you are Robin Cloud?" her voice challenged in a low register. Cecily's eyes were popping out of her head. "Yes, Mr Ashton, and this is my colleague Miss Wallington," Robin supplied. Mr Ashton noted her expression and put her at ease. "Relax, Miss Wallington! As you see I am a secret transvestite, and that is the current root of my problem. By secret - I mean that I only reveal my hobby - my passion - to a select few, and now one of that select few seems to want to blackmail me for it!" "Be fair, sir!" Robin interceded, "The knowledge may have leaked beyond your immediate acquaintances!" "That is why you are needed, inspector! "You have to find out who is trying to blackmail me, and then stop them!" - - - - - 3 Discussion The Seven Bells public house was chosen as the unofficial headquarters for the blackmail case, and two good reasons for that choice resided in glasses in front of the two investigators. The landlady glanced over at them and remarked to her husband. "That young couple over there - so intent on their discussions, and no arguing that I can see - I bet they're so very much in love!" "Don't be daft, love! That's Inspector Cloud and his Sergeant! "Just pretend you don't know them - they must be working under cover!" "Nice work, if you can get it!" the landlady commented as she air-kissed her husband across the bar. - - - - - "Mr Ashton has given me a list of everyone, who knows about his hobby - that means to-his-knowledge this list includes everyone! There are a few specialist clubs listed - That probably means everybody in and around those clubs know about him! Here you are, Cecily! Read and inwardly digest the contents! There are to be no copies made of this list - understand!" Cecily nodded. "We'll work through all the individuals first - Check their backgrounds and back-histories, and financial status - Their social circles - You know all the usual stuff! "Tear the list in half and you keep the bottom half! I'm not sure how to tackle the club scenes yet ... Cecily, my part of the list has got all the clubs!" Cecily really hadn't noticed, but she grinned at Robin. "Maybe, we'll need to work together to handle the clubs, sir?" He grinned back, "Yes, we certainly will!" he answered. - - - - - 4 Difficulty The lady headmistress gave Robin a severe glance, and absently squashed an itinerant housefly with a sharp flip of her riding whip. "Surely, you already had some grasp of the necessary adjustments needed to advance your enquiries. inspector?" Robin shook his head. "No, Mr Ashton! I did not realise that even the most private of private clubs could demand such formidable entrance conditions!" Robin turned a censorious glance at Cecily who struggled to suppress a fit of giggles. "Well I suppose that the secretive nature of our clubs may be responsible for that, but you do realise that if you go clod-hopping across the dance floor in your hob-nailed police boots - That no one will want to even acknowledge your presence - let alone talk to you? "You must conform and try to fit in, and make acquaintances - even friends!" Robin was turning redder and redder as he saw Cecily fail in her struggles to resist her fit of giggles. "It's all very well for girls ... ," Robin spluttered, "They can pretend to be lipstick lesbians without changing from their normal appearance, but Mr Ashton recommends that I dress up as an American cheerleader!" Now there was absolutely no hope of Cecily containing herself. She burst out laughing, and lost her balance on her chair to roll on the floor with laughter. Eventually, Robin could no longer maintain his outrage and he joined in the laughter. Mr Ashton continued to look severely at both of them, and rapped his whip sharply on the desk. Robin and Cecily briefly stared at each other with great amusement, and in that instant Cecily knew her crush was over - Robin was a mere mortal and not a god. - - - - - 5 Plans "You did ask me to help!" the cheerleader was annoyed at Robin. "Yes, Mr Ashton, I did, and thank you for arranging temporary membership of the 'Falsetto Club', and thank you for inviting us back." "Why did you choose a cross-dresser club first, Robin?" Cecily enquired. "A case of 'In-at-the-deep-end', Cecily - Hopefully I can quickly learn to swim!" The cheerleader was amused, and erupted into girlish giggles. "Hardly, inspector - you should have chosen a B&D club for greater depth!" "Oh, perhaps, but I need to be mobile and to talk to people as well!" "You didn't want to be tied up, you mean!" Cecily giggled at her fallen idol, and after a brief flash of anger, he laughed with her. "I think you would make a more attractive, tied-up victim, Cecily!" It was Cecily's turn for the flash of anger - followed by laughter. Cecily slowly realised that she and Robin had become friends. "If you two will concentrate while I show you the uniform, you will know how to do it yourselves later!" Mr Ashton shouted crossly. "I'm sorry, Mr Ashton ..." But Robin was interrupted by Mr Ashton. "Call me Katherine, and we must call you 'Robyn' - The name on your membership application." "Katherine, as well as explaining - wouldn't it be best if Robyn tried on the maid's uniform here, and then you could comment and advise during the dressing up?" "I was hoping one of you would suggest that, Cecily - It is indeed the only way to be sure to avoid problems. "So, Robyn, please discard all your male clothing!" Katherine commanded. Robin's jaw dropped and gaped as the others waited expectantly. Slowly with a glowing red face, Robin began to disrobe before the watching pretty cheerleader, and his female sergeant. Robin stopped when he was naked except for his boxer shorts. "They have to go as well!" Katherine stated calmly. "And Robyn has a common problem that will require a packet of frozen peas ... wait while I collect some!" Robin was embarrassed - doubly embarrassed as he stood almost naked with Cecily quietly examining him and missing nothing. - - - - - "I always have packets of frozen peas - You must always keep some as well, Robyn! "Here, Robin - Always wrap them in a towel to avoid both pain and injury, and press them into your groin!" Katherine had returned to take charge. "Cecily, my dear, did you bring a gaffe for Robyn?" Cecily was at a loss. "What is a gaffe, Katherine?" "Never mind, I have spares - when I return, the peas will have done their work." "You look funny like that. Robin!" Cecily was heading for more giggles. "Cecily, perhaps you should give me some privacy for the next bit?" "No way, Robyn! - I don't intend to miss anything!" "But, Cecily, I might find it embarrassing!" "But, Robyn - consider this to be practice embarrassment for attending the club!" "Cecily, you are a work colleague, not a club member!" "I am a club member, Robyn - I joined at the same time as you!" "Oh, very well - but remember all details revealed in this case are both sensitive and secret!" "Oh, Robyn, you're simply adorable!" "Oh, no, I am not!" "Oh, yes you are!" They both laughed together. - - - - - "Here, Cecily - You might have to help Robyn at first until he gets the hang of it ..." Katherine was interrupted as Cecily burst out laughing as Katherine handed Robin's limp penis into her hand. "Less frivolity!" Cecily was admonished by the petite cheerleader, "This is serious, and you must get it right, or hurt or injure poor Robyn, here! "Without bending or twisting it place it in the fold-over pocket - that's right, and now we engage the harness and tighten it all up!" Robin grunted as his penis and balls suddenly disappeared between his butt cheeks somewhere. "Now you can both see how his front has changed to a more feminine profile." "I can see how his penis has gone, but what happened to his balls?" They have been squeezed into tunnels into his abdomen. Cecily. I shall let you dress him - you will be familiar with these items, Cecily?" "Mostly by repute!" Cecily answered blushing at the implication. Cecily looked and saw Robin suppressing a giggle of his own, and they giggled together as Cecily slowly dressed him as an erotic French Maid. "I forgot the wig!" Katherine exclaimed, and rushed away, "His hair isn't long enough to pass!" - - - - - "I think that's all you need from me for now ... Cecily knows how to make up your face and your false boobies, and you can decide whether to shave or wax away your body hair when you get home." 6 Return Trip "I don't really believe you, Cecily ... You suddenly remember your oven timer, and drag me out of Katherine's house without giving me a chance to change! Don't you realise how embarrassing this is ... sitting cross-dressed as a sexy French Maid in your car as you drive into town?" Robyn saw Cecily grinning uncontrollably. "You, little bitch, you do know how embarrassing this is, and you have done this to me deliberately!" "My maid should respect her mistress or be punished!" Cecily asserted. "What are you talking about, Cecily?" Robin demanded angrily. "Are you hungry?" Cecily turned to ask him. "Yes, I am - Don't change the subject!" "I have prepared enough food for two - I was going to demurely invite you for dinner ... Did you have any other plans?" "Well, no, I haven't ... and thank you, yes, I accept - It won't take long for me to change ..." "Sorry, Robyn - No time for that - Dinner will spoil - Will you help me get the table ready as soon as we get in?" "Yes, that's the least I can do, Cecily." - - - - - "I think you tricked me, Cecily!" "Why do you say that, Robyn?" "In the big hurry-up I found myself serving you your dinner as you sat impatiently at the head of your table." "Robyn, you looked so sweet ... you'll have no trouble at the club - you even pass without makeup ... Anyway did you enjoy your dinner?" "Yes, it was fantastic ... But I was disappointed about second helpings?" "You have to be on a strict diet now, Robyn - or you won't fit into your corset properly. "I think you should take all your meals in my house so that I can control your intake!" "Is all your cooking at this high standard?" "Yes!" "Then I agree." "Put your heels back on, Robyn - You need a lot of walking practice!" - - - - - 7 Falsetto Club "It is the main theme in this club, Robyn - Katherine described an average evening to us- Remember!" "Crossing the threshold still seems daunting, Cecily - I was OK until you stopped the car engine ... And I am not really convinced that this collar and lead are necessary!" "Katherine told us that tonight is Female Dominant night, and I am your domme, so behave - or you will be punished!" Cecily grinned at Robyn, who grimaced back at her. "Anyway, Robyn the collar and lead are for your protection - they prevent us being separated. we don't want you being dragged into a dark corner somewhere by an over-enthusiastic, nympho domme - do we?" she giggled, and Robyn cringed a little, and pulled down the hem of his very short skirt. Cecily made Robyn do a twirl for her and nodded satisfied, and then pecked at his cheek. "What was that for?" he enquired surprised. "Just getting into character as your domme, Robyn," she answered smoothly. "Walk one pace behind, and curtsey to anyone who speaks to you - remember!" "Oh ... yes, mistress," Robyn replied reluctantly as he was led inside the club. - - - - - "So who is this charming young lady with the beautiful maid slave?" enquired an overweight, over-bearing older woman blocking their path onto the dance floor. Despite the noise, Robyn heard every word and curtseyed to her - whilst looking down to avoid displaying his blushing face. "Oh, how delightful - Such a modest shy slave ... Darling you really must lend her to me sometime this evening!" "I'm sorry, miss ...?" Cecily parried. "Call me Dorothy, darling - everybody does, and yes, I am a genetic woman - in case your slave has concerns ..." "Well, Dorothy Darling, my name is Cecily and this is my slave, Robyn - As you can see, this is our first visit, and I promised my slave that I would keep her beside me all evening ... One has to indulge them slightly you know!" "What a pity, my dear, and my name isn't Dorothy Darling - It's Dorothy, darling." "Well Dorothy, I was hoping to meet Katherine here tonight - she recommended the club?" "Katherine was your sponsor? How lucky for you - Here it is members that have to be recommended to the club - not the other way round!" "Does Katherine always arrive later on, Dorothy? "Katherine is a law unto herself, Cecily ... Sometimes she disappears for weeks ... Sometimes comes with a domme or a random dom ... Last week she arrived early with a tranny domme, who I had never seen before ... ER, excuse me Cecily ... You're not a tranny?" Cecily smiled. "How did you know the domme was a tranny?" "Legs, hips, hands and facial bones, my dear ... Stand straight, Robyn - I need you as my model ... Look past the makeup, and the false eyelashes, and follow the bone contours -Male! ... Compare the hip width to shoulder width - Male! ... Compare hip-knee length to knee-ankle length - Male ... Your slave is obviously a basic male, who makes a very pretty and attractive female slave. Early use of testosterone blockers and surgery can very effectively disguise the male signs, but your slave is betrayed by his male signs ... If you are interested in improvement surgery for your slave, I can put you in contact with a good man - Here, I have his card - you can have it to keep!" Dorothy left to circulate, and Robyn sighed in relief. Cecily read the card carefully, and Robyn watched in concern. "What are you doing, mistress?" he asked politely. "Just seeing what he can offer, and wondering how much it might cost." "You don't actually have a tranny slave, mistress!" Robyn reminded her. "But I need to stay in character, sweet Robyn," Cecily pecked his cheek. With Cecily leading, they conversed with anybody who was willing to talk. Robyn was embarrassed by Cecily's invented back-story about finding and dominating him, and how eager he had been to be enslaved by her... But acting as her slave, he had to bear it unchallenged. As the final dance was announced, Cecily dragged her sexy French Maid slave onto the dance floor, and led her around in a romantic dance to 'Lady in Red' on the speakers. "Aren't you going to let me lead?" Robyn enquired into her ear. "You are my slave, Robyn ... Let me enjoy leading my slave!" - - - - - 8 Halloween Party "I think you are pushing this escapade a little too far, Cecily /" "No, Robyn! - The more we stay in character the easier we will find it to talk to trannies and weirdos, and for them to talk to us!" Robin reluctantly agreed, but then objected again. "But I don't need to move into your house, Cecily - I have promised to eat nothing without your permission - My waist is almost non-existent in this cruel corset?" "But, Robyn, it is out of character for a submissive slave to live apart from his mistress! "Besides how can I carry out your long-term bondage training, if you're not in my house?" "Why do I need bondage training, Cecily?" "Robyn, you must always call me , mistress - stay in character ... You need to have experienced bondage before we visit the B&D club - If the experience takes you by surprise, you may break out of character and ruin everything!" "Anyway, mistress, your house isn't big enough for two of us, so we do have to live separately." "No we don't, Robyn ... We can both live in your house - Your house can even accommodate its own dungeon." "There's no dungeon in my house, mistress ... Oh, I see your meaning ... Do we need to go as far as that?" "We shall see, Robyn ... We shall see ..." - - - - - "It seems that the Halloween Event will attract a great many of the Alphabet Community, so we have to be ready for it, Robyn, and I need you to help sew our costumes." "We don't need to sew them ourselves, mistress - we can outsource the work, and claim the cost on expenses - I'm authorized to sign up to ?300 per invoice." "No, Robyn - If we get asked about our costumes we have to have credible answers - "Not 'The Constabulary Paid for Them'!" "I suppose I should be glad to have something different to wear besides this ridiculous maid costume ... I'm sure I don't need to wear it around my house ..." "But you do need to wear it as much as possible. Robyn - It keeps you in character, and your walking still needs improvement." "Are high heels always so uncomfortable, mistress - I keep having to sit down for relief." "They are called ballet boots, Robyn - very kinky - very appropriate, but even girls find them difficult ... But there's only one way for them to become comfortable, and that is by getting used to them ... We'll have to make a walking schedule that stops you resting so much." - - - - - "What do you think, Robyn?" Cecily and Robyn were looking at Robyn's reflection in the large wall mirror. "I look like Robin-the-Boy-Wonder with long hair, breasts and a short green skirt! "But The Boy Wonder didn't wear makeup, corsets, or ballet boots!" "That's right, Robyn! You look wonderful! That long black ponytail is exquisite ... And with more subdued makeup you'll look absolutely gorgeous ... so scrumptious I could gobble you up right now!" "Less of that sex talk, mistress!" Robyn grinned, and then dodged with difficulty as she grabbed at him. She caught him around the waist, and bear-hugged him into a kiss. "Are you still in character, mistress?" he asked afterwards. "I sure am ... and it gets easier every time, Robyn!" she drawled. - - - - - Cecily had made her own costume from gleaming, polished, blackened, pigskin leather. It had belts and buckles in all sorts of unlikely places. It resembled a full-body catsuit, but it was a bat suit with high-heeled boots. She was a young-looking Batwoman - a Batgirl. The real clue to her identity being the bat hood and mask that almost hid the gleaming eyes that arrested Robyn's back-stepping retreat. "Are you still in character, mistress?" he quavered as he waited for her to finish stalking him. "Yes, my slave, and it gets more real every time - Character is everything!" "If you kiss me dressed like that, I refuse to be held responsible for my actions!" Robyn declared. "You shall always be responsible for your actions, Boy Wonder ... But for your comfort, I can always handcuff you first?" Cecily brought a pair of handcuffs from her utility belt and quickly cuffed his hands behind him. span him around again and hugged him close to kiss him. Robin was close to erupting when she suddenly pushed him away. "I need to adjust your gaffe, Robyn - It has come loose, and our makeup might need some remedial work." The frozen peas produce the expected result, except that Robyn now had a husky voice. "I can't let you speak, with that unladylike timbre, Robyn ... I know - I'll keep you in the handcuffs - and gagged as well - and you always liked the collar and lead - didn't you?" "Nuuh ... Uh, nuuh ..." Whatever Robyn was trying to say was then ignored as the large, bright- red ballgag was forced into his mouth. "You seem to prefer just listening while I talk to people , so no loss to you being gagged for the parade, Robyn." - - - - - Robyn was unhappy as Cecily fastened his seat belt as he sat in her car, but his gag-speak protests were ignored as she drove out onto the street. Robyn was worried about being spotted as the gagged prisoner in Cecily's car and huddled as low as he could in his seat - keeping his head down. - - - - - 9 The Parade "Why have we stopped here, mistress?" he asked as he looked around slowly to see that she had parked at the 'Seven Bells'. "I think we both will need a drink before the parade, Robyn, and it will be a good practice to meet the public in limited numbers before the grand, Halloween, Alphabet-Rainbow parade," she answered as she wiped the dribble from the ball gag, and hid it in the glove box. "The licensees won't let me take you in gagged, but they don't mind the handcuffs," she added as she released his seat belt, and helped him to stand. "Mustn't forget this!" she reminded herself, as she grabbed the 'Lifeboat' charity collection bucket. - - - - - Inside the public bar, Cecily smelled success immediately. The bar fell silent as everybody took in the sight of two costumed erotic figures entering. Except for a few wives, every expression was either welcoming, or just plain leering. Ceciily rattled her bucket, and the donations cascaded into it. Cecily dragged Robyn behind her on his lead, and the donations seemed to just keep coming. As the donation stream eventually dried up, Cecily found vacant seats for them. "They think we're students from the art college, Robyn ... Well, wearing these masks - nobody could possibly recognise us!" "Already, paid!" announced the landlady as she gave them their drinks. "You're sponsored in drink for your good deeds." , and Cecily and Robyn looked around as several sponsors met their gaze, and raised their own drinks in salute. Robyn could merely grin inanely as Cecily raised both their drinks in reply. "The last time someone helped me drink like this, I was three years old!" Robyn complained. "I rather like mothering you, Robyn ... ," Cecily replied quietly, and he blushed. Before they had finished their drinks, people from the other bars came in to look at them and to donate into the bucket. Cecily thanked everybody profusely. The bucket seemed full and heavy, but the large glass jar labelled as 'Lifeboat' on the bar had caught Cecily's eye. After a brief word with the landlady, the jar was opened, and the bucket was emptied into it. "I need to go to the toilet, mistress - You'll have to free me!" "No, I won't, Robyn ... You're a passable transvestite, I'll take you to the Ladies' toilet." Robyn was horrified. This was an old taboo that Cecily was going to break, but he calmed down as he returned to character. Any good, slave transvestite would always use the Ladies' toilet he assured himself, and after all - he did have no choice. - - - - - "You two are very brave, but of course, you're to be scrutinised by the 'Tiger Stripe' club's membership committee this evening!" Cecily had eventually tracked down Katherine, who was unrecognisable in her fat body suit, and full hood mask as she assisted in organising the parade. "The organiser wants you both at the front - just behind the big banner ..." Cecily interrupted, "We can't walk all the route without resting our feet regularly ... I am wearing very high heels, and poor Robyn is in ballet boots!" Robyn was nodding his gagged head violently in earnest agreement . "Ok, 'Sparklers' shop is the first float, I'll ask Patricia to let you climb on and rest whenever you need." - - - - - Cecily could tell that Robyn was in trouble. He followed her trudging like a cowed dog, so she stepped out of the way of the approaching float and removed his gag. "Thank you, mistress ..," Robyn whispered as he worked his jaw. "Couldn't breathe properly ... I need one of those - what you call 'em - 'Breather Gags'!" Cecily was genuinely concerned ... She had been dragging Robyn behind her as she skipped from the crowd at one side to the crowd across at the other side, and she had been ignoring Robyn's distress. She had been riding high as her bucket had filled quickly, and she was already on her second replacement bucket. Cecily unfastened Robyn's handcuffs, and told him to catch up to the float and sit down on it for a rest. - - - - - Later Cecily saw Robyn was off the float again with his own collecting bucket. They grinned at one another, and divided the crowd between them. The farmer from the pub shouted across to Robyn, and indicated his group of friends, and waved some currency in the air. Robyn grinned at the farmer's friends, and sashayed across to them wiggling his hips as he walked. With their eyes on stalks, the farmers weren't very careful with their donations. - - - - - "Katherine, I am worried about the interview at 'Tigerstripes'. I know it's a bdsm club, but I don't know what to expect?" Cecily voiced her concern. "Oh, the committee will ask you both very probing questions, and if they are satisfied, they will ask you to take the practical test - You have been practising your bondage skills, Cecily?" Cecily nodded as she absently re-cuffed Robyn's wrists, and moved to re- apply his gag. "Yes, but probably very amateur compared to bdsm standards - Can you help at all?" Katherine paused to decide, and then brightly made the invitation. "Follow me home, and I'll show you my private dungeon, and give Robyn a genuine bdsm experience before your interview!" - - - - - "Wow, ," observed Cecily as the secret door opened, "That is amazing - Nobody could ever spot that - Can you just close and open it again while I watch?" A section of hall wall had slid backwards and then slid sideways to reveal the dark opening and the top of a set of steps. "My own private dungeon!" Katherine beamed her delight, "The door is solid brick and closes into a tapered recess leaving no visible crack to betray the door edges. "... Of course - I expect you both to be very discrete!" Katherine looked severely at them as she switched on the stair lighting. - - - - - "I can't even imagine how some of this stuff is used!" Cecily was filled with awe as she stared around at the equipment and implements filling the dungeon. Robyn stared in turn and pulled on his lead as he tried to drag Cecily back towards the stairs. "Don't worry, Robyn - I am here, and Katherine doesn't really want to hurt you, do you, Katherine?" "Actually, I do, but I won't ... Robyn is so delightful in that costume ... It brings out my baser instincts - Know what I mean, Cecily?" "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, Katherine!" Robyn looked at Cecily with alarm, and she reassured him. "Neither of us want to hurt you, Robyn ... So, Katherine, what's the first torture that you want to try on my apprehensive little slave?" Katherine drew herself up to her full height of 5 feet 11 inches in her dominant- styled high heels, and gripping her waspish leather covered waist with both hands. Katherine was in dominant mood as well as in dominant garb. "Both of you must feel what it's like to be subs in bdsm-bondage!" Cecily was taken aback completely, and Robyn tried to grin at her discomfort - making a wide-open grin around his gag, and chortling in gag-speak. - - - - - Katherine was a practised and expert bdsm domme. Robin and Cecily were almost hanging by their chained wrists in spread- eagle positions against the dungeon wall. Cecily was wearing a tightly- fastened, large, red ball gag, and was staring into the same mirror as Robyn, which reflected faithful images of both of them side-by-side. Cecily was worried. Robyn was staring hard at her reflection and seemed to be enjoying himself. Katherine entered brandishing a cruel-looking whip, and immediately two pairs of eyes bulged and watched carefully as Katherine experimentally cracked the whip against a nearby leather bench. They both flinched as much as their bonds permitted, and Katherine repeated the action several times. "The committee will expect quitters to start crying for their mummies when these sort of demonstrations occur, ladies. You need to be strong and remember that any un-permitted assault can end in the law courts - Just remember that - unless specifically allowed - everything is for show!" "By the way ... The committee relay the request through me, that they like your parade costumes, and want you to wear them for the interview ..." - - - - - 10 Tigerstripe Club "So, Mistress Cecily - Is it ? ... And Robyn, the Gurl Wonder? - I can see that your slave appears to be quite obedient, but I hope you realise that this club is not for beginners nor for bunny playtimes?" The interlocutor was wearing a full hood leather mask, and was totally unrecognisable. These handcuffs are very amateur ... Bonny, bring me medium - no make that the small wrist shackles!" The inquisitoe shouted behind him and a pretty, French Maid quickly scampered away to do his bidding. The man grinned. "My sissy is almost as pretty as yours. Mistress Cecily!" To Cecily's surprise ... the man produced his own key and unlocked Robyn's handcuffs, and then when Bonny returned he grabbed Robyn's wrists and shackled them with heavy-duty manacles. He held up the key for all to see, and put it in his own pocket. A woman leaned forward out of the gloom, and with some relief, Cecily recognised Dorothy from the Falsetto club. "We shall dispense with the normal nonsense, Master-at-Arms, and move on to the practical assessment ... I do have to admit to a personal interest in slave Robyn, and I hope to persuade Mistress Cecily to let me borrow her ..." "Very well," a third voice spoke from the gloom, "Shall we withdraw to the 'Confessional Box' ...?" - - - - - "We know all about you two!" The cloaked and masked figures took turns taunting the two helpless figures stretched out tight on the frame suspended from the middle of the room. Cecily had been overpowered easily and stripped naked before she was suspended in spread-eagle form the wobbling frame. A large penis gag mangled her frightened cries of defiance. Robyn had remained in his costume as he was similarly strapped beside her. Robyn had been deprived of his mask, his gaffe and panties. "We've known all about you two every step of the way!" a voice sneered behind them. "Thought you were really clever didn't you?" another voice shouted at painful volume between them.. "It's all over for you two now ... we're going to torture you first and then beat you up, and then tie you up before we throw you into the river. Don't worry you've both written suicide notes, and we copied your signatures from your application form ..." "But being condemned, we give you the choice of your first torture ..." The owner of that voice cracked a bullwhip in front of Cecily's face, and other implements appeared in the hands of the rest of the committee. "You first, slave - Name your torture!" The Master-at-Arms un-gagged Robyn. "I want all of you to be naked and chase me down the high street shouting extremely rude jokes!" Robyn said with a straight face. There was a lingering silence, and Cecily feared for Robyn - She couldn't see him directly her arm was in the way, but the mirror on the opposite wall showed Robyn unfazed. It started as choking breathing and swelled into a group giggle, and soon the entire committee were indulging in uproarious laughter, and slapping each other on the back. Cecily was amazed, and wondered whether the laughter meant a respite. "That's it! ... We can't interrogate you any more!" The Master-at-Arms noddes to them in a friendly way. "You have been given to Dorothy for the rest of the evening ... so, enjoy!" The committee left the dungeon - still grunting together in laughter. - - - - - "I have to lower you both a little ... ," Dorothy commented, "You've been hanging from your wrists for quite long enough!" "Can you hold it just there, please, Mistress Dorothy - The pain equals out between arms and feet just about now," Robyn asked, but Cecily was objecting into her gag. Cecily was shorter than Robyn and her high heels were gone, and so he was still hanging by her wrists. "Wait a bit, and I'll free you, Cecily ..." Dorothy promised, "Samantha!" Dorothy shouted, and her slave appeared as if by magic. "Samantha, get a towel from the bar, and soak it in ice-water and bring it to me!" Robyn and Cecily stared at each other's puzzled expressions in the mirror. - - - - - "Don't be a baby, Robin ... or I'll have to gag you again! "You know you can't feel anything, - you're all numb down there now!" Robyn and Cecily stared in the mirror at the shiny, steel contraption that now occupied Robyn's groin. Dorothy brandished a key on a necklace and placed the necklace around her neck. "I now have a bargaining chip, Cecily - I can lend you the key in exchange for you lending me Robyn." To start with Cecily was outraged, but when she saw Robyn's face in the mirror, she nearly choked on her gag, because she could not avoid breaking out into gagged laughter. "I think all sissy's should be humiliated, Cecily, and Robyn is far too convincing as a girl, so now he will have to hide his man-bump when he dresses up, and he will always be aware of it." Dorothy began stripping off Robyn's corset, and released his rubber titties. Samantha handed her a tube of something, and held the titties while Dorothy applied the tube to them. "You really ought to keep your sissy shaved, Cecily!" Dorothy insisted, as she pressed the false titties back onto Robyn's chest.. "I'm toying with the idea of permanent makeup for Robyn, when you lend him to me - Ah, -ah, Robyn," Dorothy placed her fingers across his lips to silence his objections, "No one asks slaves for their opinions! ... But Robyn desperately needs some piercings - You've not even pierced his ears yet, Cecily ... Very lax! ... Samamtha, my sissy has lots of piercings ... ears, nose, tongue and titties ... I wanted to pierce her clitty, but she almost fainted when I mentioned it." Samantha came over to her mistress and gave her Robyn's discarded panties. "I'm sorry about your pretty panties, Robyn, I'll have to let Samantha make them crotchless for you ... your new cock-cage really does spoil your profile very nicely!" - - - - - "You two are approved for provisional membership with the additional conditions that whenever you attend the club, you must always be costumed as The Batgirl and the Gurl Wonder!" "Can I be Batgurl sometimes?" Robin asked jokingly, but was seriously answered in the affirmative, and was also rewarded by a strange stare from Cecily. "What are the normal conditions?" Cecily enquired. "Attend every Wednesday for twelve weeks to complete a fifteen minute scene on the stage ... Three scenes must involve corporal punishment and three scenes must involve physically-stressed bondage positions. Members will award points for each scene, which will count towards your acceptance as full members of the club ... Any equipment, appliances or anything you need should be pre-arranged with the club secretary!" 11 Murder "Don't tie me up tonight. please, mistress !" Robyn asked Cecily as they returned wearily to their shared home, "These titties are really stuck, and without a key this cage won't come off at all ... I think today has been a little bit too much!" "Fine - But if you don't want bondage, you have to wear the pink baby- doll nightdress!" "But, mistress no one will know!" "I'll know, and you'll know - So stay in character!" Cecily paused in thought. "I noticed you didn't protest when Dorothy suggested piercings, Robyn?" "I was simply outraged and stunned into silence, mistress!" "I wonder?" - - - - - "Inspector Cloud, is that you?" the voice was worried, impatient and rather angry. "Yes, Chief Constable it is!" "Your sergeant has been dallying for about five minutes ... said you were tied-up, and unable to speak to me?" "She was correct, sir ... I couldn't speak to you when you first called." "Anyway, inspector, I've had to break your cover with this call, because there's been an unexpected development ..." "What development, sir?" "Mr Ashton seems to have disappeared completely - Missed business appointments - Missed social engagements ... We started a hue and cry at this end, but there's been no sign, and before you ask - This is not his typical behaviour - He's never been known to disappear before ... I'm starting to consider the worst - And it may be linked to what you're doing." "What do you want me to do, sir?" "Well ... are you getting anywhere with your enquiries?" "Yes, sir, I believe we are." "Well - continue in the same vein ... There's a very good chance that the blackmailer is linked to his disappearance!" - - - - - "Did you hear all that, mistress?" Robyn asked as Cecily removed the handset from his ear, and helped him to double-foot hop in his ballet boots over to a kitchen chair. "Yes, I did ... this is serious," Cecily declared as she continued to unlock, and untie all his restraints. "He's been missing for at least 24 hours, and his car is still at home." "How, do you know that, Robyn?" "Standard book procedure, and the Chief virtually wrote the standard book ... I think Mr Ashton is still at home ..." "But they must have searched his home before sounding the alarm?" "But they won't have searched everywhere, mistress ... Let's go and look for ourselves!" - - - - - "I didn't know that you had lock-picks, and knew how to use them!" Cecily accused Robyn, as she followed him across the majestic hall. "I don't tell you everything, mistress!" Robyn countered over his shoulder, as his fingers searched for and found the hidden button. "Well - I think such unacceptable reticence deserves punishment." "Later, mistress, later ... Do you remember where Katherine reached for the light switch? ... Ok, I've got it!" - - - - - "Oh, my god!" Cecily shouted and froze, as Robyn hurried forward on his ballet boots to inspect the body for residual signs of life. Robyn shook his head as much as the neck corset would permit, "No chance, mistress ... There'll be no more fascinating conversations with Katherine!" "Let's get out of here and ring the station!" Cecily urged. "No, mistress - Not yet ... We both know about Katherine's proclivities, and we know that the Wooden-Tops are babes-in-the-wood about that stuff ... We can spot or pick out clues that Wooden-Tops will leave behind!" "You think of all your colleagues as Wooden-Tops?" Cecily was sufficiently outraged to forget the new circumstances. "... And I suppose you count me as a Wooden-Top as well?" "Well, yes, mistress - But you are getting much better at police work ." "Just wait till I get you home!" "This leather belt wasn't here before, mistress ." "It's just a leather belt - just like any other - You can't possibly say that, Robyn!" "Sorry, mistress But I can say that - And I think I know where I have seen it before, and since this is the murder weapon - I believe it to be important!" "Robyn, you're just making it up! ... Let's go and call in a team! ... I think our blackmail investigation has now become terminated." - - - - - "I think you've saved the force from ridicule, inspector." The Chief Constable was sad-but-pleased that the body had been found so promptly. "We might never have found the body unless the house got knocked down - I won't ask how you knew where to look ... Good work all the same!" "Sir, don't forget my team-mate! ... I couldn't have found the body without her ... She passed her board for inspector last year, and hasn't been promoted?" "Dammit, inspector ... I wanted to promote you, but, if you say she's deserving - It shall be done ..." - - - - - "There, mistress - Now we're equals!" "Oh, no, we certainly are not!" You, Robyn are my slave, and I won't ever let you forget it!" "But, mistress - Haven't I earned my freedom?" Robyn grinned disarmingly. "No, never ... Hold still while I kiss you!" - - - - - "So you think that there's a strong link into the Tigerstripes club, and you won't tell me why?" "Strange as it may seem. mistress, I am a little shy, and without actual evidence, I am reluctant to commit to a stated opinion - But I believe that one or two visits to the club will be enough to confirm or disprove my theory." "You know that I will punish you for keeping me in the dark?" "That's just part of a mistress's job, mistress." - - - - - 12 Tigerstripes Again "So you want to be allowed into the club out-of-hours to privately rehearse your demonstration routine on the actual stage?" The secretary put Cecily's call on hold, as she sought a decision. ""Yes, that will be Ok ... The front door will be left unlocked for you at three o'clock, and a member will be along later to check on you, and lock up after you ... "Is that Ok?" "Thank, that's great!" Cecily was pleased how easy it had been. Cecily chucked Robyn under his gagged chin. "I can practice my bdsm skills on you in a real dungeon ... As soon as you've investigated it!" - - - - - "There ... I knew it! ... See the Andrew Cross has a missing strap! ... You have to admit that the others are identical to the strap that strangled Katherine!" "For the life of me, Robyn ... I cannot agree with you ... All straps like that seem to be generic to me ... You'll never make that stick as evidence!" "But we can get support from forensics - Analysing all four straps will confirm a common history - except where just one was used to murder Katherine." "I'm not sure, Robyn ... Is that all you needed to investigate in here?" "Yes, searching the club records needs to be an overt operation." "Well let's get started on our rehearsal then! ... Get your 'Gurl- Wonder-Ful' arse over to the frame, and I'll begin!" "I suppose we do still need to stay in character, mistress ..." "Even if we don't, I'm not going to miss this opportunity to dominate you! ... I have spotted a really excellent whip ...!" "Mistress, you won't whip me?" "Depends on how much you please me ... so jump to it!" "I can't jump in ballet boots ... I'm sure the Boy Wonder never wore ballet boots!" - - - - - "Comfortable?" Cecily asked Robyn as he stood almost-welded to the metal post. "Not Really, mistress ... You have over-tightened every rope and every rope is cutting into me, I'm glad this is only for half an hour ... Whoah, mistress - you're not seriously going to stick that huge ball into my mouth?" "Of course I am, Robyn we need verisimilitude for when the club member comes to look at us!" - - - - - "Wow! ... Just look at that!" Cecily turned sharply in surprise to regard the speaker, who continued, "'Sweeter Gwen' - No even sweeter than 'Sweeter Gwen' ... 'Sweeter Robyn'!" The Master at Arms walked around the post that restrained Robyn. "Excellent execution, Cecily ... Elbows meeting behind the post - Classical! "Forehead, neck, armpits, underbreast, waist groin, above-and-below knees, ankles,heels and feet all securely bound, and topped off with a full-size silencing gag ... Cecily you have done an amazing job ... on an amazing subject!" Robin was fidgeting at his maximum capacity, and trying unsuccessfully to gag-speak. He was flashing his eyes at Cecily meaningfully, but Cecily was bathing in the unexpected praise, and paid him no attention. "I am quite knowledgeable about these things ..." The master-at-arms stopped to frown, "But I don't want to put you off by hair-splitting criticism ..." "What do you mean?" Cecily asked timidly. "Well, id you're serious about bdsm, then there are some improvements you ought to consider!" "Yes, yes?" Cecily was keen, and Robyn was squirming desperately. "You see how Robyn has managed to loosen some of his bonds, because you have used the wrong knots?" "Oh, yes, I see!" "I'll redo the loose ones with proper knots ... Now see they don't slip! "Yes, yes, I see ... I ought to redo all of the knots ..." "No, ... Let me show you as I bind you to the next post ... I will stand to the side so that you can see everything in the mirrors - We also have rear-view mirrors for the bondage posts!" "Oh, very well - But we can't stay long, so you'll have to free me straight away afterwards!" Robyn was frantically trying to loosen his bonds, and Cecily smiled at his in-character acting. - - - - - "There you are, Cecily ... Just like two peas in a pod! Perhaps, I should say 'There you are, sergeant Wallington' ..." Robyn was trying to go berserk. "I have known about you and Inspector Cloud since you started the investigation, and of course, I have been very interested in watching the progress of your investigation. I am the secret tranny that Katherine hooked up with, and I am the so- called blackmailer who asked Katherine for money, and followed up the 'asking' by 'demanding' with the threat of blackmail - I just needed some money to tide me over, but Katherine has a hard business heart, and she called in favours to get a police investigation to frighten me off - She told me all about you as soon as you introduced yourselves to her!" The master at arms paused in reflection, and then continued. "I still needed the money, so in one of our sessions, I began strangling and releasing her - interspersing each with a new demand for a loan ... But she thought it was all part of a game, and laughed at me - wanting to be strangled again and again for longer and longer each time ... I think she might have wanted me to kill her, and I could see that she wouldn't give in, so the last time I strangled her, I simply left the belt there! ... I robbed some valuables and left." Robyn was going mad with his severely-handicapped struggles, but Cecily was frozen in fear - "Why was he confessing to a helpless pair of police officers?" He must have read her thoughts. "I thought I ought to explain it all - since you're both going to die anyway! "... You see ... Tigerstripes club has just been closed down by court order ... It helps that I'm the chief magistrate as well as the owner of Tigerstripes ... By the time the legal appeals are completed, you will both be dead from thirst or exposure - it gets damned cold down here without the heating! A terrible accident that you should be left here unattended and forgotten in this abandoned club! Somebody must be made to pay for your un-needful deaths - justice must be done!" - - - - - 13 A Long Night The master-at-arms forgot to switch off the light as he left, but nobody could see it from outside, but it enabled Robyn and Cecily to see each other's image in the large wall mirror. Robin winked encouragingly at Cecily - His tremendous struggles had subsided through exhaustion. Cecily was outraged that he should make light of the situation by winking at her, and frowned fiercely at him. "I'll punish him for that!" she decided, and then giggled into her gag at her own foolishness, and then saw Robyn trying to giggle as well. Cecily tested her bonds, and her busy fingers searched for knots, but none could be reached. Her finger nails were long, so she patiently tried sawing at a rope with her nail edges. Robyn saw what she was doing in the rear-view mirror, and with a sigh of hopelessness, he emulated her in encouragement. - - - - - After several hours and sore fingers and broken fingernails they both stopped sawing at the resistant ropes. Robin tried to make intellible gag-talk to cheer Cecily up but she was downcast and ignored him and closed her eyes in resignation. Cecily woke up shivering - The prediction about the drop in temperature was becoming true. She looked in the mirror at Robyn, and saw that he was already shivering, and he had noticed her becoming awake again. "I shouldn't have insisted on ' Gurl Wonder' wearing fishnet tights," she thought. "He would have been warmer in 20 denier ..." Robyn's smile distorted into an ugly grimace by his gag, was not lost on Cecily, and she tried to grin back, and saw that Robyn had been encouraged by her effort. They just stared and made faces at each other for hours - shivering as the dungeon got colder and colder. "At least my thirst seems less severe with the falling temperature ..." Cecily mused as she carefuly unstuck her tongue from the dried out gag. - - - - - Suddenly a radio came on, and a contralto voice was singing at high volume inside the dungeon. Not a radio - But an apparition -Impossible for it to be real - Hallucinations all round following dehydration? But Robyn was staring into Ceclily's eyes with a wide uncomprehending stare ... "What's the likelihood of two of us getting an hallucination at exactly the same time?" she asked herself. The rear-view mirror showed 'Wonder Woman' outside their alcove - Wonder Woman carried a mop and bucket, and danced to her singing as she spiralled her way to a remote corner of the dungeon. They watched the vision entranced until the impossible Wonder Woman saw them and stopped singing. Woner Woman put down her tools and went to stand directly in front of Robyn - staring at him critically. "You are alive - Aren't you? - Not a wax dummy or some trickery?" Robyn flashed his eyes at her and tried vainly to create coherent gag- talk - He was effectively welded to his post by his bonds, and only his face muscles were free to react. "Somebody has been damn careless - forgetting you here - And your friend as well?. You ought to sue somebody for this! My god you must have been here all night - you'll be stiff and aching all over!" Wonder Woman struggled with the knots on Robyn's bonds, and finally gave up to fetch a knife or scissors. - - - - - Robin collapsed in a heap on the floor as all his bonds were finally severed, and Wonder Woman moved across to free Cecily. Robyn massaged his limbs as well as he could, and tried unsuccessfully to remove his locked gag. Finally Cecily fell to the floor in her turn as she was freed from the post. Her limbs also needed massaging, but she removed her gag to satisfy an urgent requirement. "Please, Wonder Woman, bring us something to drink, we are parched!" Wonder Woman smiled shyly. "I dress in this costume to clean through the club - It amuses me, and there's never anyone to see me so early in the morning!" Wonder Woman hurried away to fetch glasses and a jug of water. "Why don't you take off your gag, Robyn?" and Robin rattled the lock on the buckle. "Ah, yes - that gag is the one I brought, and the key is in my utility belt, which is ...?" Cecily's statement faded as she failed to spot her utility belt. They scrunched towards each other to exchange massages, until Wonder Woman returned. After slaking their thirsts, and with help from Wonder Woman, they staggered from the dungeon to the bar area, and sat comfortably on a leather couch. Wonder Woman - looking guilty - brought them each a stiff drink from the bar. "Honestly girls, leaving you both there like that is really too bad - It really is!" "Actually, 'Gurl Wonder' here is my boyfriend," Cecily admitted and Robyn flushed. Wonder Woman stared at Robyn and shook her head, and then after a pause she quickly lifted the hem of his short green skirt and saw the bulge in his panties caused by his cock-cage. "Wow, 'Boy Wonder', you make a fantastically-pretty 'Gurl Wonder'!" "He's mine!" Cecily intoned meaningfully, and Robyn stared at her. "Were very lucky that you came to clean today, after the court order to close the club completely!" Cecily mused. "Nobody told me the club was closed!" Wonder Woman complained, "I hope that I still get paid for coming in?" Robyn stood up with difficulty, and went over to the bar telephone and nodded at Cecily, who understood his meaning, and took the phone from him. - - - - - 14 A Frantic Morning The chief Constable was not pleased to be telephoned at home, and he was not pleased to have to get out of bed to answer the telephone either. So, Sergeant Wallington, what's all this about?" he managed an even tone. "We have identified the murderer, sir ... He's the Chief Magistrate - A secret cross-dresser with money problems! ... That made him resort to blackmail ... He tried to arrange our deaths last night, sir - So we are very confident - He even confessed when he thought we were done for!" "You certainly seem to have cracked the case sergeant, let me speak to Inspector Cloud!" "Sorry, sir ... Inspector Cloud can't talk just now, and he's asked me to speak on his behalf ... And , sir ... have you forgotten that I am also an inspector?" "It had slipped my mind, Inspector Wallington! Can we reach you on this number?" "Yes, sir, we will remain here for several hours, and check in again if we need to leave!" Cecily watched Wonder woman assisting Robyn to drink past his big ballgag. Robyn's head was arched backwards to make his face horizontal, and Wonder Woman was dripping the liquid onto the exposed part of the ball ... Robyn's lips wriggled and curled to let each drop into his mouth, and not a drop was wasted. - - - - - "Do you have another name besides 'Wonder Woman?" Cecily asked, and caused her to miss a drop , which landed in Robyn's eye. "My name is Joan, Joan Matthews ... and you're with the police - aren't you?" "Yes, Joan, and we are both extremely grateful to you!" "Grateful enough to keep me out of the papers? - And out of court?" "We shall do our level best, but the defence lawyers might turn awkward!" "Oh, well ... I suppose I will live down the humiliation of 'Singing Wonder Woman Cleans up for Perverts'." "They only get your name, if they ask, Joan - Nobody is entitled to other personal details! ... Thanks for looking after us as well!" "... I get a sort of second-hand thrill - working as cleaner here ... I imagine all the goings-on and wonder - I suppose that I'm a sort of closet pervert myself?" "Joan, from now on you're exactly our sort of pervert, and we offer you our hands in friendship." Joan looked extremely pleased, with a huge grin. "Maybe you would let me borrow your sissy a few times?" "You'll have to ask him, yourself, Joan." "Can I borrow you for private sessions, Robyn?" and Robyn immediately nodded his head vigorously. Cecily noted the pain in his face, and the fact that Joan's hand had slid up into his groin. "Robyn is also with the police, Joan - So ask him again without the coercion!" "Can I?" Joan complied and received a single brief nod and a wink. - - - - - "How about cutting the leather strap?" Joan asked as she helped Robyn with another drink. "The manufacturer already thought of that, Joan ... The strap is invisibly reinforced with steel wires. ... I know! ... Dorothy sold it to me ... Perhaps she has kept a spare key?" - - - - - "Hello, everybody! ... Hello Batgirl and Robyn the Gurl Wonder! ... Hello Joan! ... So you two got yourselves locked in after the club was shutdown, very careless! ... Did you know that there are police cars whizzing about outside? ... They seem to be setting up road blocks and getting ready for raids ... They aren't after you two are they?" "No, Dorothy, I think they are looking for someone else!" Cecily sighed. "Batgirl and the Gurl Wonder are policemen!" blurted Joan. Dorothy was taken aback in surprise, but recovered quickly. "Neither looks like any sort of man!" she laughed it off.. "I'd better give you the gag key, Cecily ... Am I on the hook for anything?" "No, Dorothy, you are in the clear, and so are most people ... Our investigation was rated as 'Sensitive and Secret', so any details we noticed, we can neither report nor act upon!" Dorothy and Cecily laughed as Robyn interrupted them pointing at his mouth, and Dorothy found a key to unlock him, but Cecily stopped her. "Let me have it, please, Dorothy ... And also the key for the chastity cage! I have something to do before Robyn is ungagged." Joan again fetched drinks from the bar and they all sat down. Robyn eyed Cecily warily, and pointed at his gag, but she shook her head and chatted to Dorothy, while a smiling Joan applied Robyn's drink to his raised lips. - - - - - Everybody jumped as the telephone rang. "Is that you, Inspector Cloud?" the voice demanded impatiently. "No, sir ... This is Inspector Wallington again ..." "Where is Inspector Cloud?" "He's right here, sir - But since I led our investigation, he insists that I should be the one to talk to you ..." Cecily heard a blustering protest past gagged lips, and saw Joan push Robyn back into his seat. "Oh ... Very well, Inspector ... We have got him - He's being processed now, and when we told him that you and Cloud were alive and well, his swagger collapsed - I expect a guilty plea when it goes to court ... Very well done ... I am very, very, pleased!" "Sir, are you pleased enough to assign that vacant chief inspector post that you have been keeping for Inspector Cloud?" Robin was mumbling and fidgeting more determined now, and both Dorothy and Joan had to work together to push him back into his seat. "Yes, indeed ... Has he finally come to his senses, I can ..." Cecily interrupted the Chief Constable, "He still doesn't want it -But I do!" A stunned silence followed for several seconds. "You mean, you want him to accept it?" "No, sir - I want it for myself, and you did sort of promise it just now ...?" "That wasn't what I meant at all!" "But, sir, Inspector Cloud approves the idea ," Cecily turned and saw Joan and Dorothy operating Robyn's nodding head. "You would be cutting across all seniority " Damn it, Chief Inspector, you have led a great investigation!" "Just one more thing, sir ...?" "What's that?" said with suspicion. "I want Inspector Cloud to be in my team?" "That's easily arranged, Chief Inspector," he said with relief. - - - - - Cecily leant forward and unlocked Robyn's gag. Robin worked his jaw before speaking. "Cecily, that was cruel - Keeping me gagged after you had the key. If you give me the other key, I'll take this awful cage off ... I've been dreaming of doing this for days!" "Not so fast, sissy! Now I am your mistress in the home as well as at work! ... Do I hear any objection?" Robyn stared into her eyes, and shook his head. "When you declared me to be your boyfriend, you won me, Cecily! "If I have to follow your commands, it seems a price worth paying." "Don't forget to address me as mistress and curtsey at home, and you'll have to call me 'Maam' at work!" "Yes, mistress," Robin curtsied, "Anyway, I'll be glad to throw this awful costume away! - mistress!" "No, you won't, Robyn ... I like you to wear it, and when Tigerstripes re-opens, we are bound to wear these costumes again." Robin stared hard at Cecily, and she grinned at him. He grinned back, and they both burst out laughing together. "I used to be a contented, unattached bachelor, mistress." he commented, "And now some jumped-up woman will try to rule every aspect of my life!" "You'll be punished for that outburst, slave!" Cecily threatened and then continued laughing. - - - - - 15 Reset "I don't want those, mistress!" "Don't be silly, Robyn ... You know your usual boobies haven't been cleaned yet ... And our first visit to Tigerstripes after the re-opening needs us to make a special effort." "But, mistress - Why have you clipped the connectors to my nipple rings. if you don't intend to operate the boobies?" "Robyn, I don't expect my slave to supervise me - Clipping them on parks the connectors neatly." "So you've removed the battery, mistress?" "No, Robyn ... You need to get used to the balance and the weight!" "Tell the truth, mistress ... You plan to shock me at the club tonight!" "You've got me. Robyn ... Yes, I do ... And I have been looking forward to it ... It's so delicious, it makes me wet thinking about it!" - - - - - "I don't really approve of my costume changes, mistress?" "What's wrong with it, Robyn ... It is very tasteful and erotic without actually being slutty?" "My micro-skirt is now so short that my panties always show behind, and the mirror tells me that the tip my chastity cage keeps dipping below the hem ... And it is extremely obvious with these new open-crotch panties ... And since when did the Boy Wonder wear suspenders and stockings, mistress?" "Since I decided that the Gurl Wonder would do so!". Cecily riposted in a severe tone, and then continued more gently. "Your stocking tops almost reach your panties, and the twelve suspenders tastefully contrast the minute amount of bare flesh at the top of your thighs ... It is a charming vista, Robyn ... You do trust me don't you?" Cecily pouted and waited for him to shuffle forwards to kiss her. - - - - - 16 Epilogue "Robyn, I've made all the arrangements, and the date is set, so I have sent out the invitations. Cecily and Robin will become wife and wife in August ... Officially you will become my husband, but you'll be dressed as a sexy bride in the ceremony! ... I have decided that you will wear a copy of your Gurl Wonder costume... but everything in brilliant white muslin! ... Except for new white-leather ballet boots!" "How far away is Tamarcaster?" "It's one hundred and twenty miles as-the-crow-flies, Robyn ... So no need to worry about anyone spotting us. "... Just friends from the club as guests - A very discrete affair - We shall both tempt fate by marrying in white, and hope that nobody spots that I am pregnant!" "Are you pregnant, mistress? ... Who is the father?" Foolishly, Robyn hadn't expected the violence that knocked him to the floor, and the flailing fists beating on his shoulders and false boobies. "You, you bastard!" Cecily screamed at him, "Those weekly rapes, have borne the fruit of the womb!" Suddenly she stopped ... and sitting astride his chest, she grinned down at him. "Cecily, my darling mistress, you cannot describe our weekly couplings as rape ... "Your feminised maid with elbows bound behind, and gagged into silence springing upon your spread-eagled, eager, naked body on our double bed, and needing your active assistance to complete the coupling?" "You intransigent rapist! You can't spin your way out of the charges!" Cecily grinned and leant down for a kiss. Robyn had a serious expression. "How shall we explain our kinky relationship to a child?" "We'll think of something, my beautiful slave!" - - - - - The End