Bruce walked into the kitchen taking off his motorcycle gloves and jacket, putting them on the table with the helmet. Alfred looked over from his preparing dinner. Bruce saw the cane hidden in the corner. Last month Alfred had been hospitalized by a whooping cough. Neither of them talked about it, but Alfred wasn’t getting any younger. They knew they needed another to take over once Alfred could no longer perform his duties. Alfred wanted Bruce to marry, Bruce had prodded Alfred saying he was going to hire Steph and Cass to in turn as maids.
“I suppose the bimbos will now have a motorcycle fetish,” Bruce sighed.
“At least for the next two months,” Alfred noted, “Miss Kyle called, she wanted to know if you were free for dinner tonight.”
“So Alibi or someone is after her,” Bruce noted.
“She could just want a romantic dinner…”
“This is Selina and it is Cat Week,” Bruce noted, “She has plenty of places for a date.
Bruce went to grab the phone.
*
Ivy was napping, she need to rest before she brought liberation to the Gotham Botanical gardens and Zoo tonight.
In her dreams she walked down the lush gardens overgrown with the wild vegetation unfettered. She walked around letting her bare feet feeling the soil under her… so unorganized… she had to get it organized if her master was going be pleased… Bruce wanted his gardens to be neat and organized. She would have to work hard to get things in order if Bruce would be pleased. If she pleased Master Bruce, he would please her! Bruce walked out of the French doors from the dining room inspecting the progress she was making on the rose garden. He gave tisk tisks in a disappointed tone.
“Pamela, didn’t I tell you we were having company this weekend and I wanted this in order by the time I get back from work today?” Bruce said.
“Master…” Pam hung her head in shame.
“Is it because you are distracted?” Bruce asked, “Can’t concentrate on the job?”
Bruce pointed at the table in the middle of tea clearing and snapped his fingers. Pam’s cheeks burned.
“Hands behind your back,” Bruce ordered.
Pam spread her legs and grabbed her elbows behind her and put her busom on the table. Bruce sharply swatted each cheek twice and then laughed. Pam blushed as her pussy dripped with excitement over her master’s attention. She heard Bruce unzip his pants, then she felt the tip of his cock, only it wasn’t looking to reward her with pleasure, it pressed against her anus forcing its way in roughly causing Pam to shriek in orgasmic pain. Bruce didn’t take his time, he wasn’t gentle, he just fucked her to the point of her shuddering in orgasmic bliss.
“Now get back to work,” Bruce withdrew, “Finish by dinner tomorrow and I will make sure you enjoy that so much more.”
“Yes Master!” Ivy said as she woke up.
She realized she had been drooling and she had been thumbing herself in the butt. What the hell? Why had she been calling Bruce Wayne master?