It was a very simple device. Much like a remote-controlled dimmer switch. One part plugged into the stereo output jack of the sound system. The other part plugged into the wall socket. And the Christmas lights plugged into that. When the music played, a radio signal went from one part to the other, and the lights changed with the music. They brightened and dimmed, shimmered and twinkled. How pretty!
The woman whose only name was now rubberwhore was too deep in trance to remember this morning. If she could remember, she would recall that after feeding her a simple breakfast of fruit and cereal, from a metal pet dish on the training room floor, MzDominica had sent her crawling down the hallway to Her own bathroom -- a rare privilege. To bathe in the jasmine-scented bubble bath, floating physically as well as mentally, in the warm, steamy water. Light from several candles around the tub, set there by other slaves, gave the room a warm glow that massaged her sense of vision, just as her fingers massaged her pussy and labia, permanently depilated, smooth, and slick.
When her relaxing bath was done, and the slave girl crawled carefully out of the tub, even rubberwhore's deeply-controlled mind registered a distant echo of surprise, to find -- instead of her usual black rubber suit -- a different one, of a deep, forest green color. It was exactly where her latex catsuit should have been, and no other suit was nearby. Her suit? Not her suit? The conflicting impressions forced rubberwhore into her most basic response -- and she froze in place, awaiting instructions.
"Put on the green suit, rubberwhore," MzDominica said, standing in the doorway. "I have special plans for you, today."
The girl needed no further command. She unfroze, and took the nearby can of talc, giving herself a light dusting. Then she began the slow, careful process of donning the green latex body covering.
Satisfied that the slave was getting "dressed" as required, Dominica said, "When you're done, crawl into the living room." She started to leave, then turned back and said, "I hope you enjoyed your special treat, you little slut."
Rubberwhore knew she had been given some reward, for performing well -- or in anticipation that she would perform well. She just couldn't recall, right then, anything but her present task, which was to obediently don the green rubber suit. She gazed up vacantly at MzDominica, smiling, and licked her lips. Then bit the lower lip, sensuously.
Dominica laughed, "You little bimbo! Get a move on!" She left.
When rubberwhore crawled into the living room, completely covered in dark green, Dominica commanded her to stand near the center of the wall, her legs slightly spread apart. A small hole in the latex, at the crotch, exposed the slave's smooth, glistening pussy. Two little slits at her breasts let her nipples peek through, each one with a stainless steel ring pierced through it. Mistress told the slave to hold her arms out straight. Not at shoulder height -- lower� lower� When the girl's hands were about waist height, Dominica commanded her to freeze in that position.
Then tina and patti began stringing the Christmas lights all over rubberwhore's latex-covered body. Lights hung from her arms, her hands, from around her neck, circled around her waist, and spiraled down each leg. Then the two slaves hung little glass ornaments here and there from rubberwhore's body. From each ringed nipple, a red teardrop-shaped bulb dangled. A little gold star hung right in the middle of her forehead, right where a third eye would be. Sprinkles of mylar tinsel completed the decoration. Rubberwhore -- Dominica's Christmas tree!
While Dominica watched from Her big leather chair, jessica plugged in the string of lights. Rubberwhore looked so pretty! Especially when slave 27 put a CD into the player, and the plug-in began to brighten and dim the lights. "Silent Night" seemed to make the lights twinkle and shimmer like stars on a clear, cold winter night. "Jingle Bells" made the lights seem to dance. All the slaves watched, as the colors shifted -- yellow, green, purple, blue. Flashed -- fascinating their eyes, emptying their minds, dropping them deeper and deeper into trance. One by one, they dropped gently to the floor, sitting on their heels, staring at the pretty, flashing lights.
MzDominica stood up, holding a thick vibrator with a little buckle strap. Step by step, She walked toward rubberwhore, staring into the slave's eyes. The eyes that looked back at Mistress, with such longing, such obedience -- such mindlessness. Dominica smiled and arched one brow, as She reached down to rubberwhore's exposed pussy, slowly pushed the vibrator up inside, and buckled it in place. A short cord dangled from the slave's crotch.
"tina, unplug the lights," Dominica commanded.
The tranced and drifting girl shook herself, and quickly scampered over to the wall, where she pulled the plug. Although the music continued to play, all the lights surrounding rubberwhore's body went dark.
Dominica then reached toward one of the strands of lights, spiraling up rubberwhore's thigh. She removed a bulb� and inserted the end of the cord dangling from the vibrator.
"Plug the lights back in, tina," Mistress commanded.
The slave did so -- and the lights again came on, sparkling and twinkling to "Winter Wonderland."
And as the lights danced and shimmered -- so did rubberwhore's cunt. A gentle buzzing could be heard -- just barely -- muffled in the depths of the girl's crotch. Every change in the music stimulated her differently. The high notes and percussion tickled her labia. The low, bass notes thrummed inside her, and massaged her clit. The slave began to moan in time with the music. Aching to cum -- though she did not have permission.
"Shhhhh, little slut!" Dominica commanded. And rubberwhore's erotic grunts ceased. Dominica stared deeply into the slave's eyes, and was pleased to see her pupils go wide with pleasure, every time the music changed -- especially when a strong bass note hummed inside her pussy.
Dominica causally walked back to Her big chair and sat down to watch. A slave brought a cup of hot tea from the kitchen, and set it on the table next to Mistress' chair. While Dominica sat and sipped, She watched Her special Christmas tree, stimulated again and again, helplessly. Never quite crossing that thin razor edge, into orgasm.
Then Dominica snapped Her fingers. "patti," She commanded, "Every Christmas tree needs to have a bowl underneath, for moisture!"
patti was eager to serve, but felt confused. "But Mistress -- she's not a real tree. She doesn't need to be watered like one."
"Of course not, little whore," Dominica replied. "But I don't want her pussy juices dripping on the carpet! Get a bowl and place it underneath, to catch them." As patti got up to run to the kitchen, Dominica called after her, "And it will be YOUR job to make sure that bowl doesn't overflow!"
Dominica laughed, as She began flipping through Her collection of Christmas CDs. Looking for the ones that would make a really good light show. A really good sex show!
Hmmmm� Mannheim Steamroller. Rubberwhore was going to be in for quite a time!
Dominica reached out with one booted foot, and pushed at slave 27, shaking him out of his light-induced trance. She held up the CD, and pointed at the stereo system, indicating he should change it. The slave hustled over to MzDominica, took the CD, bowed to Her, then trotted over to the player to change disks.
While he did, and the speakers were briefly silent, Dominica raised her voice slightly. "This is your present, My rubberwhore! Merry Christmas!"
As the loud, opening bass notes blared over the speakers, rubberwhore's pupils became wide, dark circles. It was the only motion her body seemed to make. But if you looked very, very closely, you could see a slight tightening around the eyes. A gentle lifting of the cheek muscles. The tiniest curve upward, at the corners of her lips.
In her own, frozen, helpless, deeply mindless way... rubberwhore smiled.
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Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a really, REALLY good night!
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