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It was dark and stormy in Gotham City, with the thunder shaking the windows of Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy, was sitting in his study, sipping on a glass of scotch. He was feeling restless, and he knew exactly what he needed to ease his mind.

He walked down to the Batcave, where his alter ego, Batman, resided. He donned his dark costume, and scanned the city with his high-tech gadgets. He decided to head to the abandoned warehouse, where he had heard rumors of a new BDSM club.

As he arrived, he was greeted by a gorgeous woman, dressed in latex and leather, who led him to a private room. There, he found himself surrounded by an array of toys and restraints.

His heart raced with excitement as he was approached by the dominatrix, who took control of him. She roughly grabbed his wrists and tied them to the bedpost. Bruce felt a rush of powerlessness and vulnerability, which only heightened his arousal.

The dominatrix ran her fingers lightly across his chest and teased his nipples, making him whimper with pleasure. She then took out a whip and began to lash his thighs, leaving red marks on his skin.

Despite the pain, Bruce couldn’t help but feel a moan escape his lips. He could feel himself getting harder, and he knew he had to submit completely to this woman.

The dominatrix then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his ankles to the bedpost. With his legs spread wide open, Bruce felt completely exposed.

The dominatrix then took out a vibrating wand and pressed it against his erect member, making him scream out in pleasure. She continued, leading him to climax over and over.

Afterwards, Bruce lay there, exhausted and exhilarated. He had experienced a level of submission that he had never felt before. As the dominatrix left the room, he knew that he would return to her for more. He knew that he had finally found the outlet that he had been seeking to satisfy his darkest desires.
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