jessicablank - Dominica's Stories

Just Trying to Please

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 01:32:10 -0400

Brad carefully brushed the mascara up... up... up his eyelashes, struggling not to squint at his own reflection in the mirror. The eye shadow was a perfect shade of plumb, the brows exactingly tweezed and arched. And the eyes that stared back into his were so feminine and beautiful, he could scarcely believe they were HIS. Brad fluttered his eyelids, watching the long, dark lashes in the mirror seem to wave, like tiny birds' wings. He was actually getting aroused, staring into this woman's eyes... even though they were his own!

He'd only been dating Andrea for a month now. But during the past week, he seemed to need to be with her every night. Instead of their usual dates, going out to dinner in the lake shore village, or seeing a movie and then sitting in a coffee bar, talking late into the evening, he'd simply been going over to her apartment.

Brad opened the cap of the lipstick, and opened his mouth into a gentle "O" before stroking the deep vermillion over his lips. From the top center, always from the center, left then right. Then across the bottom lip. He pressed a tissue against his lips, leaving a pretty red kiss. Then gave a kiss and a wink into the mirror, and smiled.

"Honey, are you ready?" Andrea's voice called from the kitchen, where she was making dinner.

"Almost," Brad replied. "Just a minute!"

Was it THIS week that Andrea had started dressing Brad in her clothes, and her make-up? First it had just been a pair of her jeans, which fit surprisingly well. Then it was a girl-style t-shirt. And then lacy panties. It was hard to remember. Everything felt so good! Brad took a moment to take a brush and touch up the few strands of shoulder-length blonde hair that had gone astray. Then he stepped back and slid his hands down on both sides, from his ribcage to his hips, smoothing the tight, little white dress and admiring himself in the mirror. Are polka dots back in fashion, he wondered. The tiny colored dots were green, purple and blue, each no bigger than a pin head. Too tiny for polka dots, but Brad didn't know what to call them. And thinking about them made his eyelids feel SO heavy. He wanted to just close his eyes and drift, thinking about the tiny colored dots, like thousands of tiny stars in the sky. Relaxing and soothing.

"Come to dinner, Brad!"

Brad's eyes popped open. The bathroom counter top seemed so far away. Maybe it was the high heels. Everything seemed far away, now that he was four inches taller.

"Coming, Andrea!" Brad replied, as he started walking out into the hallway.

"Ohhh, not YET, I think!" said Andrea.

Brad suddenly felt hot. Flushed. Embarassed. He was a little afraid to walk into the kitchen. But the smell of Andrea's Italian cooking was so delicious! The clicking sound of his heels on the tiled floor surprised him.

"Awwwww, don't you look DARLING?" Andrea cried. She held out her hands, and Brad walked toward her. Click, click, click. He thought she was going to give him a big hug -- but instead, she took his hands in hers and stared into his eyes. "Aren't you the PRETTIEST girl!" She leaned forward and kissed the air. And Brad leaned forward, doing the same. He wanted her to hold him, and merge his mouth with hers. But their lips never touched. "We don't want to spoil our make-up, now, do we?" she said.

Brad straightened up and smiled. "Of course not!" It was hard to do ANYTHING but what pleased Andrea. He just wanted to please, that was all. Just wanted to please.

Brad was feeling so relaxed again. Was it the wine? Oh, but they hadn't HAD any wine. They hadn't even sat down to dinner yet. Brad felt like he was floating in a fog, as Andrea pulled him by one hand across the kitchen. "You go ahead and take the salad bowl in to the table, while I get the main course. Hurry up, now."

"Yes, Andrea." The big glass bowl felt cool to Brad's hands. And heavy. Wearing the high heels, he found he needed to cradle the bowl between his arms and lean back to carry it. He felt even more awkward and embarrassed again, forced to take tiny steps as he walked into the dining room. He set the bowl down, carefully, just as Andrea set down the platter with the chicken marsala.

Then she stepped back, and pulled a chair away from the table. "Sit down," she said. Brad began to pull the other chair out. "No," Andrea stopped him. "I mean sit HERE. Like a lady."

Brad's feeling of being in a fog grew stronger. His heart was pounding, and his face felt so hot, he was sure all the make-up was going to melt!

"B-but, Andrea," he began...

"WHAT were you going to say...?" Andrea prompted him. She was smiling so sweetly, obviously proud of his transformation.

"Anything to please you, Andrea," Brad replied. The words came so automatically from his lips.

Andrea's cheeks dimpled in an even bigger smile, and she shrugged her shoulders. Lifting one hand, she crooked a finger telling him to come on, and then pointed to the chair.

Brad's high heels whispered on the carpet as he walked to the chair, stared into Andrea's green eyes and then turned toward the table. Smoothly, he sat down, knees pressed together in the tight little skirt. His hands just naturally fell together, into a folded position on top of his thighs. He could feel the panty hose rubbing, as one knee slide against the other, and was trying not to let it arouse him even more.

"Good girl," Andrea said, gently patting Brad's shoulders. "Scoot forward." Brad leaned forward a little bit, lifting his weight off the chair as Andrea pushed it toward the table.

His cock was throbbing. Hot, like it was on fire.

Andrea poured him a glass of straw-colored wine, and then went to sit at the other side of the table. She poured some for herself, then set down the bottle and lifted the glass in a little salute, staring into Brad's eyes. "Tonight!"

"Tonight?" Brad lifted his glass. He wasn't sure what Andrea meant. His entire body seemed to throb with his cock. Heartbeat. After heartbeat.

"Yes, tonight." Andrea grinned wickedly, and her green eyes flashed. They each took a sip of the wine. Brad found himself thinking of the Mona Lisa's smile, and her hidden, inner secrets. "Aren't you going to serve yourself some chicken?"

Chicken? Brad's face flushed hot again. Because he couldn't think for a moment, what Andrea meant. Then suddenly his eyes fell on the serving dish in front of him. Oh yes. Dinner. Again, feeling like his movements were being controlled by someone else, he slid the serving fork under a piece of chicken, balancing it with his own dinner fork, and set it on his plate. Perfectly ladylike.

"Take a little extra sauce, Darling," Andrea said. "I made it special for you!"

"Thank you," Brad replied. He reached over to the serving spoon, dipping it into the sauce and mushrooms. Tonight. What was happening tonight? Had he forgotten?

He and Andrea exchanged the serving plate for the salad bowl, and he added a small portion of salad to his plate.

"Dainty," Andrea said.

Brad picked up his fork and knife, and cut a tiny piece off the chicken. Just as he lifted his fork to his lips, he realized Andrea was sliding her foot up his nylon-covered leg. She stared into his eyes and whispered, "Such a pretty girl."

"Anything to please you, Andrea." The words seemed to utter themselves. Brad sat with the fork, just an inch away from his mouth. His cock was pulsing. Andrea's bare toes felt so good, wiggling between his ankles, sliding up his calves.

"Ladylike," Andrea reminded him. "Don't separate your knees."

Brad was breathing heavily, staring at Andrea's face. He was licking his lips, chewing the lower one. Andrea's bare foot wiggled between his knees, stroking the nylon-covered skin. Sliding in and out.

"Pretty girl," Andrea whispered.

"Anything to please you, Andrea." Brad was in a warm fog again. He just wanted to spread his legs wide, and let Andrea's foot slide up between his thighs and rub his crotch. Slide up and down. Get him closer and closer to the release he couldn't remember having for a while. The tiny, white dress seemed to squeeze him everywhere but the ONE place he wanted to be squeezed.

"Aren't you hungry, Darling?"

Brad realized he was still holding the fork up near his mouth.

"Take a bite."

Brad slipped the tiny piece of meat into his mouth. When he slipped the fork back out, there were tiny streaks of red lipstick on the tines.

"Dainty..." Andrea repeated. "Ladylike..."

Brad tried to chew as daintily as he could. The piece was so small.

"Swallow."

Brad swallowed without a thought. He was squirming in his chair, feeling Andrea's toes wiggling between his knees. Trying to hold them together. Trying to be a lady.

"Is it good?" Andrea asked.

Brad wasn't sure if she was talking about the dinner or her toes caressing his legs. Either way, the answer was the same. "Yes, Andrea."

"Take another bite," she said. "Daintily."

Brad cut another piece of chicken, and felt Andrea's foot slide up between his legs, under the edge of the tiny, white skirt.

"After dinner, honey," Andrea began, "after dinner... would you like to listen to music, and cuddle?"

Brad was chewing, and he felt a powerful need to answer Andrea, right away. But her green eyes suddenly became stern. He finished chewing the tiny morsel, and swallowed, then replied, "Yes, Andrea, VERY much!"

Why was his cock so hot? Why did he get so excited about what Andrea called her "special music"? The thought of cuddling made him start rocking in his chair. And he had to SQUEEZE to keep his knees together. "Ladylike." He could hear the powerful, feminine voice in his head.

But it wasn't Andrea's voice.

"Take a bite of salad, honey," she said.

Brad felt so hungry, and so horny, he just wanted to gobble the salad. He moved his fork quickly, almost as if to stab the pile on his plate.

"Daintily," Andrea said. "One... tiny... bite!"

Brad felt frozen, his fork just an inch away from his plate. Panting, he struggled to force his eyes to stay open as he replied, "Anything to please you, Andrea." He speared a spinach leaf, rolling his fork between his fingers, folding the leaf into a bite-sized little package... then lifted the fork to his lips, slid the leaf into his mouth and began chewing.

"Good girl," said Andrea. "Is your tummy getting full?"

Suddenly, Brad realized he wasn't hungry any more. "Yes, Andrea. Everything is SO wonderful! But I'm feeling stuffed!"

"Then let's go sit by the fireplace," she replied. "Just you and me... and my special music." She stood up and walked around the table, reaching out to help Brad stand up.

"Please, Andrea... are you sure?" Brad's face felt hot again. He could barely get the words out of his mouth. "Maybe you could let me get into my regular clothes. I don't know if I'm the kind of MAN that can please you!"

"If I wanted a MAN to please me," she smiled, "I wouldn't be dressing you up as my pretty girl!"

"Anything to please you, Andrea," Brad replied. It felt so much better when he didn't try to say anything else. His outburst had made him feel dizzy. All he wanted to do was sit down with Andrea, hold her gently and let her "special music" wash over him. He followed her across the room, careful not to stumble in the high heels.

"Sit down, sweetie." Andrea held Brad's hand to help him balance. "Knees together. You're a GOOD girl tonight." Brad felt disappointed, somehow. But he couldn't quite put his finger on the why of it. Andrea leaned forward, and gazed into Brad's eyes. He wanted to look down into her soft, ample cleavage. But that wouldn't be ladylike. And it was so hard to look away from her eyes. "If you STAY a good girl till I tell you," she whispered intimately, "I'll let you be a BAD girl tonight."

Brad's face felt hot once again... and his cock began pushing against the crotch of the tight pantyhose. "Yes, Andrea."

"Now wait a moment, while I start up the mp3." Andrea picked up the remote control and sat down on Brad's right, then hit a few buttons and set it down, just as the soft trill of harp strings began, and sweet, sad violin music began to fill the room. She relaxed against Brad, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, the other caressing his folded hands. She rested her head on his shoulder and began nuzzling the hollow of his neck.

The music always made Brad feel so relaxed and sleepy. Even with sexy Andrea wrapped around him, breathing slowly... sometimes giving his neck little kisses. The music didn't have any singing. Just instruments. But it seemed to be whispering to him. Telling him to go to sleep. Telling him to go deeper asleep. Good girls go to sleep. Good girls want to do ANYTHING to please. Anything to please Mistress. And go to sleep. Dropping deeper and deeper into the soft, sleepy music.

Brad fell deeper and deeper asleep, listening to the quiet, restful music. Because he wanted to do ANYTHING to please Andrea. The music seemed to want him to answer out loud. "Anything to please you, Andrea," he muttered. And Brad listened to the soft, quiet words, about how good it felt to be dressed up as a girl. How arousing it feels to wear hose, and make-up, and pretty dresses. And to be a perfect lady when Andrea tells him. Wasn't that right, honey? "Yes, Andrea," Brad replied. The music told him to go to sleep. Deeper and deeper. In a moment, the music was going to stop, and he was to listen to just the words. In a moment, Andrea was going to get up, and let him listen to the words. Because they were SPECIAL words, just for him. He wanted to listen to those special words, didn't he? "Yes." That's right, he wanted to listen.

And in that moment, Andrea got up from the couch, stood up and stretched. She looked down at Brad. Such a pretty girl! And tonight was the night. This was the new recording, that would make Brad hers forever. She walked quietly out of the living room to her bedroom and closed the door. Then she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Andrea," came the reply.

"Hello, MzDominica! Tonight is the night!"

"That's right, babi. Tonight is the night. Sinker. Go to sleep, Andrea."

Andrea suddenly found herself dropping deep into a hypnotic trance. "Yes, Mistress."

"Tonight is the night," MzDominica repeated. "Sleep. Deeper and deeper. Go to sleep, Andrea. Go to sleep."

Andrea lay back on the bed, her head sinking into the pillow, her arm with the phone resting on the soft satin pillowcase.

"Deep asleep, Andrea. Now tell Mistress. Did you get Brad to dress up like I said?"

"Yes Mistress," Andrea replied. Her voice sounded hollow and far away to her own ears. Only MzDominica's voice seemed awake and vibrant.

"Did he try to resist?"

"Yes," Andrea said, "but he kept saying that phrase."

"What phrase, Andrea?"

"Anything to please you, MzDominica."

Andrea felt even sleepier. She could hear MzDominica chuckling at the other end of the line. "I know what he said. He has to SAY that now, whenever he tries to stop what's happening. And it triggers him into a light trance so he CAN'T resist. Are YOU trying to resist, Andrea?"

"It just seems so... CONTROLLING, Mistress," Andrea was finding it hard to concentrate.

"That's what we have to DO, for you to get what you WANT," MzDominica replied. "You want him as a GIRL, don't you? You want him feminized!"

"Yes, Mistress," said Andrea. "He's so much NICER this way. I LIKE men... but I like them to be like GIRLS!"

"CUM, Andrea!" MzDominica commanded. "Cum, right now!"

Andrea felt the tingles of pleasure start, all over her body. Her skin felt electrified, and the waves of orgasm suddenly began spread out.

"Yes," MzDominica continued, "you've been listening to YOUR training, too. Haven't you, Andrea?"

"Yes, I --"

"CUM! You don't get a choice. You cum on My command. Instantly. Every time, Andrea!"

From her head, from her torso. Curling her toes. Rolling her eyes up in her head. Andrea felt so good. Her jaw dropped open, because she could feel a hot wave of pleasure washing over the back of her neck.

"You KEEP cumming. You don't get to stop."

It was too much! Andrea wanted to stop it, slow it down, ride with it. But the waves crashed over her, like fire and ice mixed together, and forced their way inside her body and back out again, inside her mind which could only think how good it felt, making her cry out and clench her teeth and hiss and moan with pleasure, while her stomach knotted up in the sheer bliss of another wave...

"Stop cumming, Andrea. You only get what I give you."

"I only get what you give me," Andrea replied. Instantly. Automatically. The memory of orgasm haunted her like it had happened yesterday, instead of only seconds ago. Andrea gasped for air. She wanted more. She wanted to cum again.

"Listen to Me, Andrea."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tonight is the night," MzDominica repeated.

Andrea felt like she'd arrived at the top of a cliff. It was time to jump off, and fly through the air like in a hang glider... or crawl back down. Time to be completely honest with herself and with Mistress.

"Brad is listening to an mp3 that will make him move in with you," said MzDominica. "Are you ready for that?"

"Oooooh yes, Mistress!" Even lying down, Andrea was almost bouncing on the bed.

"You're not going to call him Brad anymore, babi. He will only answer to the name Honey. Honey, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Andrea replied.

"But he still thinks he's a man, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Andrea said.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time. Tonight is the night. You must be HONEST with Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you want to take this next step? Are you sure you want him to think he's a girl?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sure."

"That's the answer I wanted to hear, Andrea. Not 'anything to please you,' but your REAL answer."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Yes, you'd BETTER thank me... with a nice big gift, little slave girl! Now, the next mp3 I'm going to have you download is going to make the change. You will play that for him TOMORROW night. NOT tonight, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Anything to please you, MzDominica." Andrea felt so sleepy again. She wanted to please MzDominica so much!

MzDominica was laughing again. "Yes, I KNOW you're impatient. But he's listening to important triggers tonight, and I want them to settle in."

"Yes, Mistress." Andrea was sure MzDominica could see her pouting, even through the phone.

"That mp3 is going to finish in about 5 minutes, so you'd better get back in the living room, girl."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you sooooo much!"

"Cuddle up to him nice and TIGHT, Andrea. You're going to LIKE what happens."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you! Good night!"

"Good night, slave!"

Andrea heard her phone indicate that the connection had ended. She set it down and got out of bed, still quivering from the tingle of her orgasm a few minutes ago. Opening the door, she quietly stepped into the living room and heard MzDominica's voice on the sound system, Brad's voice moaning answers to her. No... Honey's voice. She would have to remember!

Andrea eased herself down into the corner of the couch, and wrapped both her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight and squeezing her thigh against his. He seemed hot. And he was pumping his hips, like he was thrusting his cock into the air. That was the right way for Honey to be, the music said. Aroused and SO eager to please! Ready to be together ALL the time. Honey and Andrea, ALL the time. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night. Time for good girls to be BAD girls, together. Time to spread those legs, and feel the tingle of pleasure beginning. Spread those legs. Honey and Andrea both spread their legs wide, lying back on the couch, arms around each other's shoulders and listening to the music. Tonight was the night. Time to feel the hot waves of orgasm beginning to ripple outward, BOTH Honey and Andrea, CUM. BOTH Honey and Andrea, CUM. Over and over again, together forever, pretty girls together. ANYTHING to please! ANYTHING. CUM. Orgasm after orgasm. Until the music stopped. Until the music stopped.

Honey and Andrea fell asleep on the couch. Two pretty girls, side by side. Their legs spread wide and their sexes dripping. And their heads filled with MzDominica's hypnotic words. Echoing in their minds, all night long. Programming their minds all night long.

Honey was going to enjoy becoming a girl for Andrea. So much!

Honey would do ANYTHING to please her!

And Andrea was going to cherish her pretty girl, forever!

Cherish! The perfect word for her pretty, girly husband-to-be.

Honey just didn't know it yet. But she would find out soon!

~ The End ~

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 9 - Dark and Airless (Conclusion)

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:29:03 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Sunday morning, Mistress kept Daniella in a deep brainwashing trance while letting the slave watch close up, as Dominica took the long laces from a friend's leather outfit, tied little bumps in one cord, and masturbated herself to an intense orgasm. She then sent Daniella to the bathroom, with orders to put on the remote-controlled rubber panties and present herself for further orders.

~ Chapter 9, Dark and Airless ~

Daniella reached the bathroom on her hands and knees, her body feeling so heavy, her mind so empty. She crawled through the door into the bathroom, and suddenly felt light, like a balloon. Like a leaf, being blown upwards by a warm, summer breeze. She felt, not so much like she was standing up, as that she was floating. Rising, not through any will or effort of her own. Her body simply responding to outside forces, completely beyond her control.

She looked into the mirror, but scarcely noticed what it actually reflected. Instead, she saw with her mind's eye. She reached up to the long, blonde hair she saw reflected in the mirror, and curled her fingers into the tresses. Stroking her hand downward, all the way past her shoulders, combing her hair with her fingers, Daniella could feel the long strands between her fingers. Both hands reached up and cupped her round, firm breasts, squeezing them. She gently tugged at both nipples, with thumbs and forefingers, and her eyes drifted closed at the sensation. Her pussy was getting so hot and wet!

Pussy... wet... that was right... Daniella remembered she needed to get ready. Needed to take a long, emptying pee and then get back into those rubber panties for Mistress. The thought of the soft rubber, caressing her clit made her drift even more for a moment. But the urge to obey was rapidly becoming stronger than her need to drift and play with her aching nipples. Obey... obey... obey... She saw Dominica's booted legs in front of her, felt herself kneeling on the floor looking up at them. She could feel Mistress' hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, forcing her into a seated position on the toilet, her body tilted forward, her ass pushing the base of the butt plug firmly against the back of the seat. She could hear Mistress voice ordering her to release!

Daniella's mind dropped even deeper into trance, as she continued to play with her nipples, her lower body entirely beyond her control, all sensation but her nipples lost in the trance. She heard Mistress' words over and over, telling her to drop deeper, sink deeper, obey, calling her name Danieelllllaaaaaa! Mistress' voice said a special trigger word, and Daniella's mind blanked out completely, forcing her to obey. Her belly and bladder clenched tightly, expelling every tiny drop -- while the butt plug remained firmly pressed into her ass.

Feeling dizzy, Daniella began to awaken. Slowly. Flashes of light sparkled in her head. Her hands tingled as they began to relax, no longer pinching her nipples so firmly. Her eyes opened, and stared at nothing for a few moments. Then she reached up with one hand, like a robot, pulled a few sheets off the tissue roll, and wiped her pussy. She stood up, reached back, flushed -- and the sound of the rushing water woke her up further. Enough to realize... enough to realize she had a task to perform.

The panties. The rubber panties. Where had she left them? She remembered showering with them -- oh, had she left them in the bathtub, all wet on the floor? Daniella started to walk across the room, ready to draw back the shower curtain -- and noticed that the rubber panties were resting on a small towel on the counter top, next to the plastic bottle of talcum powder. The panties were clean, dry, and ready to put on.

The slave couldn't remember doing this. She began to wonder when MzDominica might have... No, she wouldn't be doing menial tasks like this, there had to be... The shiny rubber of the panties looked so soft and smooth and squishy. Daniella picked up the panties, and trailed her fingers over the black surface, feeling it slip and catch, slip and catch, against her skin. She lifted the panties up to her face and inhaled. They still smelled like new rubber, somehow. The surface touched her cheek, and the sensation felt like a command, to obey MzDominica... obey MzDominica.

It was so hard to set the panties down, so she could shake talcum powder out of the bottle, spread it around her bottom and upper thighs, and around her pussy. But as soon as she was done, Daniella had the thrill of again picking up the rubber panties, touching them, feeling them -- stepping in and feeling them slide up her legs. Tugging and pulling, patting the rubber smooth against her skin. The slave looked at her shiny, black rubber-covered bottom in the mirror, and gave it a wiggle. Then she looked into her own eyes, and gave herself a wink and a big smile. Certainly, she was a pretty little rubber whore for her Mistress!

And that thought made her feel so heavy! Her knees seemed to buckle, in slow motion, and Daniella dropped to the floor, again on her hands and knees. Her head and shoulders seemed to be magnetized, pulled, drawn out the doorway. She crawled -- eyes unfocused and unblinking -- she crawled out the bathroom door, down the hallway, into her room. The magnetic pole was here -- right in the middle of the floor, in front of the four-poster bed. Daniella's head slowly bent down, down, down until her forehead touched the floor, touching that magnetic pole. And she waited, mind empty and blank. No time passed. A thousand years passed. It did not matter. The universe was empty without Dominica's presence.

Daniella was instantly aware when Mistress walked into the room -- and yet remained blank, unthinking, frozen in position. Her eyes open, staring at the floor, she was able to just catch a glimpse in her peripheral vision of Dominica's feet as she walked past. No boots this time, the slave had seen bare skin. And toes. That registered in her otherwise empty mind -- but Daniella could not contemplate anything further. All she knew was that Mistress had returned, and the universe existed again.

There was a sound -- it was Dominica sitting on the bed. There was a sensation of touch -- it was the back of her head being stroked. There was a command -- it was Mistress' voice.

"Look up, rubber... slave..." Dominica commanded.

Daniella shifted her weight back, and smoothly -- quickly -- tilted her head and torso upward, so she could gaze up at her Mistress. Her breath caught as she saw Dominica's feet, in sandals this time. Then her eyes trailed up the smooth, shiny legs, to Mistress' knees, to her ample breasts... look up... look up... the slave obeyed, and her eyes rose higher... to Mistress' shiny red lips... and finally to her deep, green eyes. Caught in the swirling of those beautiful green eyes...

"Do you know what day this is?" MzDominica asked.

The slave started to say "No," but found herself reluctant -- possibly even unable -- to form the word. Something shifted pathways in her brain, and she replied, "I do not, Mistress."

"It's Sunday," Dominica said, "and it's time to get ready to go home."

Daniella wasn't quite sure what any of these words meant. Days didn't matter, and home was anywhere near Mistress. She stared up at Dominica, face blank, mind blank, awaiting instructions.

"Time to wake up, babi," Mistress commanded. "Wake up!"

Dan felt the haze in his mind quietly disappear, like fog blown away by a sudden breeze. He still looked up at Dominica with worshipful eyes, but he now understood the meaning of her words. "Sunday already?" His voice was almost a whisper.

"Yes, little slave," Dominica said, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied. "But I can hardly believe it's already Sunday! I lost all track of time."

"Mmmmm, but did you enjoy it?" Mistress trailed a finger down Dan's cheek.

The sensation triggered Dan into a light trance again. So hard to think. "Yes, Mistress," he said, as if in a dream. "You have been so wonderful to me, Mistress Dominica!"

Dominica snapped her fingers. "Wake up!" she said, laughing. "You need to get dressed." She pointed to the pallet on the floor. "All your things are there. Get up. Put them on -- OVER the rubber panties. Make sure nothing is missing. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, and I expect to find you back on the floor, kneeling here, ready to go. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied, bowing his head to the floor. Before he could rise again, Dominica had already left the room.

He stood up, realizing his knees were sore again, and walked over to the pallet. He remembered arriving Friday night, his cotton pants soaked with pre-cum from the ride up, and felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of putting them back on, the stain on front for all to see. But when he picked up his clothes, he noticed that they had been freshly laundered, and even folded! His wallet and other belongings were in a little stack, between his folded clothes and his loafers. There was definitely someone... um... The thought escaped him. Mistress was coming back in a couple of minutes, he needed to hurry.

No time for the panty hose. No need for the satin panties. Those things he stuffed into a pocket of the overnight bag. Dan pulled the pants up his legs, fastened them. Put on the bra, backwards. Hooked it, pushed it around his chest, then looped his arms into the straps. Fairly flew into the shirt. Pulled on the socks, slipped into the shoes. Hurry. Get ready. Need to be ready. He shoved the wallet and other things into his pockets. He checked the overnight bag, and all his toiletries had been neatly packed inside. Everything seemed to be there.

Just as Dan started to think about... something... he heard MzDominica's footsteps down the hall, coming closer. A last, quick check of everything -- and he noticed the big suitcase, on the floor next to the bed, opened. There was only one thing in it -- but he had no time to look and see what it was. Dan's legs seemed to just collapse under him, and he dropped into his kneeling position again, forehead touching the floor, eyes closed.

Step... step... step... MzDominica walked slowly into the room. Dan could hear her pause. He opened his eyes, and looked to his left, where he could see Mistress' legs, as she turned around, as if surveying the room for a last time, making sure everything was ready. Finally, she walked over to the bed, and sat down again.

"Good girl," Mistress said, approvingly. Dan's bottom wiggled, and a big grin spread over his lips, though his head was still firmly pressed against the floor. "Now, Daniella... Dannnnniiiiieeeelllllllaaaaaa! I want you to drop for me again. Just a light, rubber femme trance for now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Daniella replied, her voice high and melodic again.

"Before we drive back, we have one more thing to do... to get you ready..." She lifted the remote control, waving it back and forth, in a gentle figure-eight. "Just one more thing... my little rubber slave. Stand up, Daniella."

The slave smoothly arose from her kneeling position.

"That's right, now stand right there, a minute, while I make an adjustment." Mistress stood, reached into Dan's pants.

Daniella could feel Mistress' fingernails trail a long, slow caress up her clit, teasing the tip. Then Dominica backed away, and clicked a button on the remote control.

"Can you feel that, my rubber slave?"

Daniella felt something, but wasn't quite sure what.

"That gentle rubbing against your pussy? Just the tiniest bit. Like the sensation of a gentle breeze, blowing on your skin. So gentle, you're not even sure it's there. Only when it stops, are you aware that it even happened. But this rubbing does not stop. Do you feel it?"

The slave could only just tell, that something was happening inside the rubber panties. She didn't want to lie, so she replied, "I think so, Mistress."

"That's all right, if you're not certain -- because it's very, very gentle. Right now. Very very gentle. Like a feather. Like a caress. Like a whisper. You almost cannot feel it."

"Yes, Mistress," Daniella said.

"But it's set to get stronger -- very, very gradually. Minute... by minute..." Dominica leaned toward Daniella, so the slave could smell her perfume. "It's going to get stronger... and stronger... A feather. Then a caress. Then a rubbing. Then a squeezing. Then throbbing and humping -- almost scratching, it will be so intense."

Daniella was beginning to pant.

"And it will take the length of our entire drive back, to reach full intensity. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Daniella could feel her nipples tautening inside her bra, hurting so bad. But her pussy, as yet, could still feel only the faintest whisper of stimulation.

"Now, slave, reach into the suitcase, and pull out the last of my little toys!"

Daniella turned, reached in, and found a plastic bag with two things inside it -- a black rubber dildo with a long, clear plastic tube sticking out of it, and a set of tiny earphones connected to a little box.

"Pull them out, slave, and hand me the dildo," Mistress commanded. Daniella did as she was told. "Now, put the earphones in your ears." She did. "Click the little switch on the box." Daniella found the button and her finger pushed it to one side. Then Mistress pressed a button on the remote and spoke into its microphone. "Can you hear me through the earphones?" she asked. Daniella could. Feeling confused, she only nodded. "That's good, slave." Dominica released the button. "Now, see the little strap on the box? That goes around your neck, like a necklace. Put it on." The box hung from Daniella's neck like a rectangular pendant.

Dominica held up the dildo, trailing the long plastic tube down onto the floor. She waved the dildo back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, watching her gaze tracking the shiny, black tip. "You're wondering what this is for, aren't you? Go deeper, now, slave. Deeper... deeper... watch the dildo... Obey... Deeper... Feel your mouth so empty, Daniella. Danieeeeelllllllaaaaaa! Deeper and deeper..."

The slave began to sway gently back and forth, in time with the dildo. She licked her lips, parted them, gently bit her lower lip. Looking at the thick, black shiny rubber. She was hoping...

"Deeper... blank... obey... deeper... blank... blank... blank..."

All thoughts had stopped in Daniella's head, caught on that moment of hoping the dildo would go in her empty, empty mouth. She watched it sway back and forth, jaw slack, her mouth slightly open. Open... open...

"Open your mouth, slave!" Dominica's command seemed to echo in Daniella's head. Her mouth opened, and her tongue flattened down, ready to receive the thick, rubber invader. MzDominica commanded, "Stick out your tongue! Lick it. Get the tip all shiny and wet!" Daniella's tongue circled around and around the tip, over her lips, kissing the tip, licking into the little cleft at the tip, where there was a small hole. "That's enough. Now, open, babi. Take it in!" Daniella's tongue dropped back to the floor of her mouth, and the fat dildo slid easily through her lips. She started sucking automatically, and found that air came through the hole in the tip.

Then suddenly, Daniella felt her nostrils squeezed shut. At first she thought it was Mistress' fingers, but as Dominica's hand pulled away, the slave realized she now had a little swimming clamp over her nose. Her only air came through the dildo.

"Good girl," Dominica said. "Suck. Suck in that air, slut. You're going to need to get used to it, because this is the only air you're going to breathe, all the way back home." She held up the other end of the plastic tube, and gently pressed her thumb over the end.

Suddenly, Daniella could get no air! She sucked, and her eyes went wide. She could neither inhale nor exhale. Several seconds passed, while she stared back and forth between Dominica's face and her hand on the end of the tube, while Mistress watched Daniella's face intently. Suddenly, MzDominica released her thumb, and Daniella inhaled through the dildo, feeling a little panicked. But nothing entered her head, except to obey.

"VERY good girl," Dominica cooed. "Now, Daniella... Dannnnniiieeeelllllllaaaaa! Now the suitcase is all empty. So there's plenty of room..." She stared deeply into the slave's wide, mindless eyes, and gave the command, "Get in!"

The slave's eyes grew even wider. She looked down at the suitcase, panting through the dildo, and back at Mistress. The suitcase was big -- but even so, it looked too small, even for a very tight fit!

"You're thinking it's too small for you, aren't you?" Dominica caressed Daniella's cheek. "That's the problem -- thinking. You do not think! All that programming, and still sometimes I have to remind you... You do NOT think. You obey. You obey. You only obey... Dannnnieeelllllla! Feel yourself shinking. Of course you will fit. Shrink... smaller and smaller..."

Daniella looked up at MzDominica, realizing that now she was looking up from below.

"See yourself only as high as my shoulders... shrink... Only as high as my breasts... shrink..."

Daniella gazed straight forward, and saw Dominica's breasts, the mermaid/fairy tattoo on Mistress' left breast exactly level with her eyes.

"Smaller and smaller and smaller... shrink... Only as high as my tummy... Just the right height. Stop here. Just the right height. Look up, into my eyes, babi. Look up at me."

Daniella looked upward into Mistress' eyes, calmly now. Breathing calmly through the dildo. The whispered caress against her pussy was getting stronger, and her hips were beginning to rock. She saw Dominica's thumb cover the end of the tube again.

"It makes you want to cum, doesn't it?" Dominica teased. "When I control even the air you breathe, it makes you want to cum."

The slave felt the seconds tick by, her need for air growing with her need to orgasm. Then, just as both the ache in her lungs and the ache in her pussy were starting to turn to desperation, Dominica lifted her thumb again. Daniella sucked in a deep breath of air through the dildo.

"That's right. Breathe... breathe... You cannot cum, yet. I'll tell you when you have permission. I'll tell you when." Again, Mistress pointed at the suitcase. "Now, get in."

Daniella stepped into the suitcase, and remained standing inside, still sucking on the dildo and looking up at MzDominica. The end of the plastic tube trailed out of the suitcase to Mistress' hand.

"That's right, Daniella. Now, close your eyes."

The slave's eyes dropped tightly shut.

"Your eyes will not open again until we arrive home, and I take you out of the suitcase. Do you understand? Grunt once for yes, and twice for no."

"Unggh!" Daniella replied.

"Good girl!" The slave's bottom wiggled, past all conscious control. "Now, lie down in the suitcase. Curl up, like a little baby. That's right. Now feel the lid close over you, and hear me zip it closed."

Daniella heard the zipper, and then heard the earphones come to life again, as Mistress continued to talk to her.

"Just the tube sticks out of the suitcase, babi. Just the tube, that brings you all of your air. Your only air. Under MY control. Are the panties massaging your pussy nicely, now, babi?"

Daniella grunted once. Enclosed in the suitcase, confined in darkness, all she knew was the constant caressing of her pussy, the air she breathed, and Mistress' voice.

"We're going, now, babi. Feel yourself being lifted up in the suitcase, and loaded into the van."

The sensations of shifting weight, of finding herself pressed against one side of the suitcase, made Daniella feel even more like an object. She heard the slamming of the van doors, muffled, through the suitcase and the earphones. She felt, more than heard, when the engine started up, and the vibrations of the motor added to the growing vibrations in her pussy. The gentle rubbing was becoming more insistent now.

Another shift in her weight as the van backed out of the driveway, and then a pressure against her head, as the vehicle turned. She felt herself slide a little in the suitcase as the van accelerated, and began driving down the road, toward home.

"Are you doing okay, back there, babi?" Dominica's voice asked.

Daniella grunted a yes. Suddenly, she wondered if she'd be able to grunt "no," if she needed to. The rubbing against her clit felt sooooo good. She let out a happy, little moan.

"Sounds like you're doing VERY well, back there, you little slut," Mistress teased. "I bet you'll like this, too!"

And suddenly, Daniella's moans stopped -- because she could no longer breathe in or out through the dildo. Her ass began to clench around the butt plug, and she began pumping her hips against the panties -- though it made no difference, since they were attached to her hips.

"Closer and closer and closer to cumming." MzDominica's voice was more exciting than the butt plug, or the panties. "Hmmm, I think I'm going to give you a LITTLE taste of an orgasm."

Daniella was beginning to see flashes of light in the darkness. She began to wiggle, involuntarily, struggling for air.

"CUM!" Mistress commanded. Then "STOP!" she said, and released her thumb off the air tube.

Daniella panted through the dildo, moaning with every time she exhaled. Were the rubber panties fucking her, now? She couldn't get her mind off them. The van followed a curve in the road, and pressed her feet against one side of the suitcase.

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said. Daniella's hips pumped again, hard. "I can tell, you're having a really good time."

The van swerved the other way, and Daniella's head became pressed against the suitcase. The panties throbbed and scraped against her pussy, spreading the labia ever so slightly, and pushing in between them. Teasing her relentlessly with an impalement that she could not have. She slid inside the dark suitcase, her feet touching the side, as the van swerved again, and the air cut off. She wanted to cum so bad. All attempts to breathe were becoming less important than pumping her hips, trying to get the rubber panties inside her aching pussy.

"CUM/STOP!" Dominica commanded, and released the air again.

Inside the suitcase, Daniella squealed, her whole body wiggling. Her tongue scraped forward and back, forward and back, on the underside of the thick dildo, while she pumped her hips. Holding her breath, and pumping.

"Are you all right back there, pretty girl?" Dominica asked.

"Unggh!" Daniella almost screamed, remembering to breathe again. She began moaning, as the panties began to get rougher with her. Feeling like sandpaper. Like a man's face with a day's growth of beard. Like a hair brush. Scraping and rasping against her labia and clit. She squealed, and pumped her hips, and wiggled her ass, trying to push it against the side of the suitcase, trying to get the butt plug in further. The van swerved, making her slide again, and she moaned in frustration. It felt like her pussy was being spanked, now. Whipped. She hardly noticed when her air cut off again. She spread her legs as wide as she could, inside the confined space. Trying to open her pussy further. Hips rocking.

The van stopped, pressing Daniella's back against the side of the suitcase, and she heard Mistress' command.

"Cum, slave, cum! Cum! Cum, slave, cum! Cum now, you little whore! You little slut!"

Daniella pumped, and thrashed, and saw fireworks behind her dark, sealed eyelids. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled and crashed through her. Mistress opened the air passage again, and Daniella's voice resumed its moans and squeals and sobs.

"Cum! Cum again! And again. And again. Cum! Cum! Cum, slave, cum!"

The air cut off again, and Daniella suddenly shot to another intense set of waves, while it felt like her pussy was being sawn in half. The air returned, and her moans were of joy and despair, pleasure and pain, mixed together -- not caring what happened, not caring who heard. No thoughts in her head, just the blinding orgasms in the deep darkness. Not being able to stand it another second, yet wanting it never to end.

And the air cut off again. Daniella's hips jerked and heaved.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" The air returned. And the stimulation from the panties subsided. "Cum... cum... cum..." Daniella continued to buck, though more and more gently. Legs pressed together. "Cum... relax... cum... relax... cum..." The waves were tiny, now. Like gentle caresses, THROUGH her body. Like deep breathing. Like waves of sleep. "Relax... relax... cum... relax... relax..." Daniella dropped into a deep, deep sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dan watched the black rubber glove swing back and forth... back and forth... Then heard a snap of MzDominica's fingers, and the command to awaken.

He looked at Mistress across the cafe table, feeling a little disoriented. Not quite remembering how he'd gotten here. The glass of Chablis in front of him was half-full, though the one in front of Dominica was empty.

"Do you feel okay?" she asked, gently.

It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "Yes, Mistress." He lifted his hands, and looked at his arms. Somehow, he found himself a little surprised to be wearing the same cotton shirt he'd been wearing before -- but there was no reason to think he should be dressed any differently.

"Feeling a little confused?" Dominica asked. "Aw, but you're so endearing that way," she teased.

"Yes, well..." Dan wasn't sure what to say next, except, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You are very welcome, slave." She looked down at Dan's feet, then up into his eyes. "Dan, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Mistress?"

A big grin spread across her face, as she continued, "Your shoelace is untied."

"My shoelace?..." Dan bent over and started to look down, as he said, "But I'm wearing loafers..." and discovered the cord, wrapped several times around both his ankles, and tied like a shoelace. "Is this...?" He looked up -- but MzDominica was gone.

Dan leaned over again, undid the bow, and unwrapped his ankles. The cord had little knots in it, about one inch apart. Could it be...? He curled the cord into a little tangle in his hand, lifted it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. The scent of MzDominica's pussy was unmistakable. His mind started to drift, enjoying the scent...

"Will Madame be wanting anything else?"

It was the waiter Raoul, again. Dan couldn't help wondering just how much this guy knew... or suspected. He decided to be diplomatic.

"Um, no, Madame has just left -- and I'll be going, too." In a few minutes, he had paid the tab, left a tip he hoped was neither too big nor too small, picked up his overnight case, and caught a cab home.

The driver saw the knotted cord in Dan's hand, that he continually ran through his fingers, and occasionally brought to his lips. People often have such things. They are called fetishes. If the cabbie only knew...

In his apartment, Dan began to wonder just how much of his weekend had actually taken place, or whether most of it had occurred inside his mind, under MzDominica's hypnotic direction. A quick check of the TV confirmed that it was indeed Sunday. He walked into the bathroom and undid his pants to take a leak.

And discovered the black rubber panties.

With a padlock.

Fortunately, THIS time it was a combination lock. But clearly, MzDominica had intended him to call, and beg for the combination.

Dan stood in his living room, dressed only in the rubber panties. Pushing the numbers on his phone, he felt -- yes, irritated -- but also tickled and intrigued, at the same time. He was already quietly laughing at himself when MzDominica picked up the phone and said, "Hello, slave!"

"Hello, Mistress! This is Dan... um, Daniella... I..."

"I think I know why you have called, my little rubber slave..." Mistress replied.

Dan felt the trigger phrase completely derail his train of thought, as he began to drop into a light trance.

"You called because you need some numbers from me, don't you?" she teased.

Dan's train got back on the rails. "Um, yes, Mistress. I was very happy to get your little souvenir..."

"You mean the one I tied you up with, rubber slave...?"

"I... um..." Dan shook his head. "Yes, Mistress. Thank You. It is beautiful, and the gift of Your scent upon it is a gift that I..."

"My little rubber slave sounds happy, but confused. Mmmmm. Good girl!"

Daniella answered, feeling like a helpless little girl. "Please, Mistress. I beg you to tell me the combination for the lock!"

Mistress answered slowly, "Certainly, babi. But first, I have a question. How quickly do you need those panties removed? I mean... hmmm... on a scale of one to ten, just how badly do you need to pee, right now?"

Daniella felt the floor dropping out from underneath her -- and yet, she was getting excited at the same time. "Um... seven..." she answered.

"Only a seven," Mistress replied. "Good. Then we have time for some fun, first."

Over the phone, Daniella heard MzDominica chuckle. The slave gently dropped from a standing position to one sitting cross-legged on the floor, her gaze becoming unfocused. Her free hand started to play with her nipples, tweaking them. Left... then right... then left again... As she listened to MzDominica tell her about Bimbo Suzie, who just likes being sexy for Mistress, and can't be bothered with silly things... like numbers.

A broad smile spread across Daniella's face, as her mind became so deliciously empty... and so very happy!

~ The End ~

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 8 - Knotty

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:25:18 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Saturday night, out for dinner and dancing, one of Mistress' friends took a liking to the little she-male slave, and tried to steal him away for the evening. Dominica turned the tables on her, and demanded the laces from her leather outfit as tribute.

~ Chapter 8, Knotty ~

The feel of the cords brushing against her face brought Daniella upward from trance, just a little bit. With her right hand still holding the laces in front of Daniella's face, Mistress reached over to the table with her left hand. The slave could only tell, from her kneeling position, that MzDominica was picking up something -- but she couldn't tell what. The looped cords continued to fascinate her, as memories from last night surfaced. Images of Annie dancing, sinuously. Remembering her desire to untie those laces, and run her fingers over the smooth, shiny skin revealed by the gaps in the leather. Her aching clit began to throb... throb... throb... as if it were dancing, too.

"Here we are!" Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide. Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy. Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant. Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand.

"That's right... focus on my pussy. So beautiful, and smooth. So wet. So very, very wet. Because I am such a horny girl! Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me. The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet." She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened. "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip. Doesn't it, slave?" Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to. She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid. "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have. Look at my clit. How it peeks out from under the hood. Pulsing... pulsing... So hard, now. Your clit is pulsing, just like mine. Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched." A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak. "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples." Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air. "Pulse... pulse... pulse... Your nipples need to be touched. Pulse... Need to be stroked. Pulse... Need to be pinched... Pinch them!"

Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.

"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded. "Dig your fingernails into your nipples! Tug on them!"

The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them. Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched. Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top. Squeezing, pulling. Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good. Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.

"Look what I have for you, slave." Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.

The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor. Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella held completely still. Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples. Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.

"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued. "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms... Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin... And spreads... Covering all my skin..." Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms. They began as short, and narrow. Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders. Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber.

"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..." Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber. "Down my tummy... You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy... Down to my pussy..." The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view. "Down my thighs. Covering my thighs. Covering my ass. You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..." The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath. The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.

"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded. She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy. And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft. "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch." She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit. And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.

MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them. "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..." She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs. "Was a book on sailors' knots." Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples.

Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end. "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..." She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again. Then pulled. "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot." She tugged, and the laces fell apart. "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot." She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled. The laces held. "But the square knot stays tight." She pulled the ends of one cord. "Until you WANT to separate them." The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop. "And then, you can just slide them apart!" Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.

Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart. She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.

"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot. Just pull..." She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt. "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..." Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look. Daniella did not know what to say... what to do. She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather. Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy. She began to drool.

"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust. She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces. One with no knots whatsoever. "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy. Watch what I do with the laces, now. MY laces. Dominica's laces. Watch, slave!"

Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there. Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips. Getting soaked with her juices. She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers. Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move. Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions. A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt. Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.

Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways. Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.

"You see, my slave?" she said. "Mine. This is mine. And YOU are mine." She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face. "Now, watch again." She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again. "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..." She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it. "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..." She continued to pull. "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy... Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you? Your tongue craves to touch my clit. Aches for it. Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..." She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella. Just under her nose. "Smell me," she said. And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.

Another lace. And another. Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto the rubber sheet. Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in. She was like a statue -- if statues could pant -- completely frozen in place. Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.

At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart. She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs. She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand. Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between. She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder. Teased by the delay. Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.

Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle. Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit. "Watch the cord, babi," she said. "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit." She pulled the cord. Bump... bump... bump... "So many little bumps," she said. "Mmmm, they're so good." She continued pulling. Bump... bump... bump... Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit. Bump... bump... bump... Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string. She paused. Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again. It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.

She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand. And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled. Bump... bump... bump... A little faster, this time. "You like that, don't you, slave?"

Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound. Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord. Bump... bump... bump... "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?" Daniella nodded again, panting. "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..." Bump... bump... bump... "And faster..." Bump, bump, bump. She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over. "And faster..." Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump. Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over. Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump. Down on the chair. Again.

"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples. Not until I cum. When I tell you." Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump. "And then put your hands right down on the floor. Do you understand?"

Daniella nodded. "Hah... hah... hah... hah..." Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump. Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump! Barrrrump! Barrrrump! Barrrump! Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string. Faster and faster, over and over. "Almost there, babi," she panted. Brrrrrrump! Brrrrrrump! "Almost... Almost... Now! I'm cumming! Now, slave, let go! Oh... oh... aahhhgggg! Mmmm!" Brrrrrup! Brrrrrup! Brrrrrrup! Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.

And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor. The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her. Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side. With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet. That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot. Mmmm, it felt so good. So relaxing. She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet. Drifting... drifting...

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

The slave tried to remember how to do... anything. She felt so quiet... so empty...

"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.

It was so hard, even to whisper. The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's my girl," Dominica said. "CUM!"

Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

The waves ceased immediately. Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it. Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected. Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react. She whimpered, softly.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again. "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."

The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump. She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle. On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress. To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again. But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.

"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee. Let everything go. Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again. Do you understand, slave?"

Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused. She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it. She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," Dominica replied. Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval. She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord. Like a dog wagging her tail. Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which. "Now get going. And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress." Daniella crawled down the hallway. She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside. She was no longer anticipating what might happen next. She was simply obeying. Living in the now. Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties. She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.

Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient. Eager to please her Mistress. Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.

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Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 7 - Skid Marks

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:20:14 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- and after dinner and dancing with some of Dominica's friends, the slave feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't cum, soon!

~ Chapter 7, Skid Marks ~

Cum... cum... cum... Daniella desperately needed to cum. The throbbing in her clit, the butt plug pumping, pumping, pumping into her ass -- left her with no resistance, no defenses against the needs of her body, the programmed needs of her mind.

MzDominica drove the van down the highway, lit only by the occasional streetlight. Daniella couldn't make sense of the passing scenery. The bright streetlights left trails in her eyes, spelling "Dommmmmiiiiinnnnniiiiicaaaaaa" in her hazy vision.

Daniella's hips continued to rock, rock, rock. Pumping in the seat. She had become unaware of it, but MzDominica was continually talking to her. Making suggestions. Programming her.

"You're falling deeper and deeper and deeper. My... rubber... slave..." Daniella's eyes had stopped tracking the scenery. She was looking straight ahead. "Down... down... down... You need to cum." Daniella's hips rocked. "You crave to cum." She pumped. "Your mind is becoming emptier and emptier. More and more quiet. Quiet and empty. Quiet... and empty..." The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name. "You must obey." And, just under her breath, Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica." Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke.

Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now. Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side. The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug in and out of the slave's ass. Pump... pump... pump... Her voice began to moan, softly. Constantly. It seemed to Dominica like she never inhaled -- just continued to moan, helplessly, without end.

The van pulled up into a parking lot. The only vehicle there. The storefront had big block letters. Daniella, too deeply tranced to look directly at them, saw them. In her peripheral vision. They spelled, "Dominica." Of course. What else could they have spelled?

MzDominica set the brake, shifted to "park," turned off the ignition.

Daniella remained in her seat, staring forward, not quite seeing. Her hips continued to rock. Pumping... pumping... pumping... Her clit was so hard. Her ass was so full. Her mind was completely quiet. Not a thought in her head. Just the pumping... pumping...

Dominica had turned in her seat, and was watching her slave. Watching as she stared mindlessly forward. Mouth open, panting. Hips pumping. She crooked her index finger and trailed it down Daniella's left cheek, while she smiled, enjoying her complete control of her slave.

Daniella could not think. She had no will, to get out of the car and approach the store front. She had no will, even to turn to her Mistress, and ask what she should do next. Her mind was frozen. Empty. Helpless. She sat, her hips pumping. The tight rubber panties felt so good. The thick rubber butt plug felt so good. Her nipples ached, under the rubber halter. Hurt so much. Felt so good.

"Get out, Daniella," Mistress said. It took a moment. For Daniella to realize she'd been spoken to. To realize it was her Mistress. Her owner. To realize she could NOT disobey. Even a few more moments to stop staring, straight ahead, and begin to move. "Get out..." That involved unhooking the seat belt. Shifting her weight on the car seat. Opening the... door...

Every second was a moment of discovery. A struggle to remember even the most ordinary actions. How to twist on the seat. How to shift her weight forward, drop legs, set her feet on the gravel surface. Soon, Daniella was standing in the parking lot. A little unsteady... trying to remember how to balance on the spiked heels of her little ankle boots. The brightly lit sign on the storefront grabbed her attention. "Dominica!" She was too deeply entranced to even realize, that it might say something else. There was a picture, nearby, of a cartoon figure that looked like it was made of marshmallows. Her attention was drawn back to the sign.

Suddenly, Daniella found her hand being pulled toward the building. Dominica was dragging her toward the front door. She held a keychain her other hand, and was soon using a key to unlock the big, double doors at the front of the store.

When they opened the door, and Dominica dragged her inside, Daniella was assaulted by the intense odor. Acrid. Smoky. Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath -- still so deeply tranced, she had no idea what it was she smelled. Only that it was rubber. Lots and lots of rubber.

"Yes, my little rubber slave," MzDominica teased, stroking Daniella's right arm. "It's a tire store!"

Daniella moaned. The warm feeling in her crotch, and the trickle down both legs, all the way to her ankles and to her feet, marked the helpless release of all the pee in her bladder.

MzDominica seemed to have anticipated this reaction -- or, perhaps, she had programmed it. She handed Daniella a towel, and said -- gently -- "Clean that up." The slave opened her eyes, crouched to the floor, mopped up the puddle. And as she stood up again, trailed the towel up the insides of her wet thighs.

Daniella stared, all around her, at the stacks of dark, rubbery tires. She breathed so slowly, and deeply -- not even realizing she was doing so. Dominica looked at her slave, and was surprised, but immensely pleased, to see tears rolling down her slave's face. Clearly, Daniella was completely overwhelmed.

Not sure Daniella would even understand what she said, Dominica explained. "A friend of mine owns this tire store. He was very nice to give me free access tonight, to do anything I want." She leaned toward Daniella, and whispered fiercely in her ear, "ANYTHING!!!"

Daniella's legs failed her. She dropped, in slow motion, to the floor, cross-legged, staring at all the stacks of tires. Breathing so deeply. She'd forgotten it was even happening, but her clitty-cock was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing so intensely. The scent of rubber had completely emptied her mind.

Dominica leaned down toward her little pet. "Now, rubber... slave...," she said, pointing, "I want you to wrap yourself around that stack over there. Hug it. Fuck it. Push your aching, little clit against the tires."

"Oh, God, Mistress!" Daniella seemed to finally have found her voice. "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet, babi," Dominica replied. "Now, go and fuck the tires."

Daniella moaned. But she stood up. She stumbled, like a sleepwalker, toward a big stack of truck tires, and wrapped her arms around them as far as they would go. Breathing deeply. Letting the heavy, acrid scent fill her empty brain. She pumped her crotch against a tire. Once. Twice. She moaned, crying again. A third time. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt so bad. Pump. A tiny squeal. Pump. Moan. Pump. She was sobbing. Pump. She was crying. Pump. The sobs of need tore out of her, scraping her throat ragged. Pump. Her eyes squinted, and her face was a squashed parody of human expression, her mouth a big, open bow of need and pain. Pump. She moaned and cried, and rubbed her face against the treads, wiping her tears on the tires. Rubbing her padded rubber-covered breasts against the tires. Crying and moaning, she slowly collapsed at the base of the stack, aching to cum. Aching for any tiny, little release. Any relief.

She found her face rubbing, rubbing, against the tops of MzDominica's boots.

"Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl."

Daniella rubber her tears into Mistress' boots, and kissed her toes, her ankles, her calves.

"Cum!" Mistress commanded. "Cum, slave, cum!"

It almost didn't happen, at first. It took a moment... Just a timeless moment for the command to sink in. It seemed to enter the top of Daniella's head, at her ears... and swept down through her neck, down her torso, into her hips. It passed her hips, and went all the way to her toes. Then the orgasm began to sweep upward from her toes. In waves. Up her legs. To her crotch. Up her belly to her breasts. Up again to her head.

Daniella came. And came. And came. Lips pressed against Dominica's boots. The smell of rubber everywhere in her senses. Cumming and cumming and cumming. She wiggled. She cried. The moan that was torn from her throat sounded like she'd been impaled -- and, in a way, she HAD been. By the thick butt plug. By Mistress' command. By the rubber. Her hips pumped, and pumped. Her ass sucked on the butt plug. Hot cum filled her rubber panties. She cried, and grabbed at the linoleum-covered floor, and rubbed her breasts against the floor. She pumped her ass against the floor, and rubbed her face against Mistress' boots. And came... and came... and came... Crying, begging mindlessly with her sobs, thanking Mistress wordlessly with her moans, her caresses, her wiggling, her tears.

She had no idea of how long she had been cumming, cumming, cumming -- helplessly, gratefully. But, gradually, the spasms subsided. Daniella lay at Dominica's feet, curled up into a tiny, little ball. Lips pressed to the toe of Dominica's right boot. So deep, not a thought entered her empty, little mind.

Dominica leaned forward, and caressed the back of her slave's neck, between the strands of blonde hair.

"Now, you're ready," she whispered.

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Daniella did not remember having moved. And her mind was far too blank to realize that she was lying, face down, on a loose pile of tires. Her arms were around a big, soft tire, and her face was down in the center. Surrounded by rubber. Drowned in the scent. A big tire all around her head, and tires below her -- the thick, pungent smell filling her nostrils, filling her mind. And emptying it, at the same time.

"Deeper... Deeper... rubber slave... Deeper..." MzDominica's voice repeated, sending Daniella's mind into a state far beneath unconsciousness. "Whenever you smell this, you must remember, rubber slave obeys only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica..."

MzDominica's slow, methodical brainwashing of the helpless slave continued. It might have been minutes. It might have been hours. Daniella had no way to know. No way to resist.

"Resist... resist... Try to resist... Try hard, now. Harder..." Mistress' voice ordered her to resist -- which meant that if she did, she would be obeying. But if she did not, she would be obeying... "Try to lift yourself off the tires. Go ahead. Try to resist me..."

Daniella pushed... or tried to. But the rubber felt so good against her body. Smelled so good. All the resistance... all the fight... was gone from her. Her body went limp. She was helpless... lost... obedient...

After a time, the slave felt herself being lifted up, completely unable to understand what that meant. She heard, "Open your mouth, slave," and her jaw dropped slackly. Immediately. Automatically. The thick, rubber dildo slid into her mouth, and she began mindlessly to suck... suck... suck... The noise and jiggling of the van made no impression on her deeply entranced mind. Nor did she notice herself being half-carried, as she was walked back into Dominica's cabin, and set down, prone -- plugged ass so high -- onto her rubber-covered pallet. She continued to suck the dildo, as Mistress' conditioning slowly worked its way through her deeply sleeping mind. Programming her. Changing her... All through the night.

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Daniella slept on her rubber-covered pallet, sucking on the thick rubber dildo. Every dream seemed to restructure her body more extremely, reprogram her mind more deeply. Her sense of reality seemed to have completely shut down.

Her tongue became long, and snake-like. Even kneeling, with her head bowed to the floor, her tongue reached out, responding to MzDominica's command, and licked her boots, twining itself around her toes, her ankles. It wound up her right leg, around her knee, and up her thigh, sliding into her wet pussy. A loop of her tongue pressed deep into Dominica's pussy, massaging her G-spot, while the tip of her tongue crept back out, and wrapped itself around Dominica's clit. Circling her clit, rubbing it, massaging it. Tightening, and loosening, and tugging at her clit. Daniella's snaky tongue stretched further... downward between Dominica's ass cheeks, and squirmed itself into her anus. Throbbing, sucking, curling, wiggling.

All the while, Daniella could feel her breasts growing -- especially her nipples. They felt so big, and long, and puffy. Each huge, throbbing nipple had found its way under the toe of one of MzDominica's boots. Daniella's tongue tugged at Mistress' clit, and Dominica responded by stepping harder on Daniella's nipples, squeezing them so deliciously!

All the little "fuck me" filigree in Daniella's stockings had started moving. Massaging her legs, creeping up her thighs. The words gathered together, growing in size and thickness, collecting as a huge, black dildo that seemed to climb up Daniella's leg like a giant worm, a caterpillar. Daniella's hips thrust backward just as the dildo shoved itself into her ass. Pumping, and pumping, the dildo seemed to be cumming. It was ejaculating the words "fuck me" into Daniella's ass. The words wiggled their way upward through her colon, through her abdomen, up her neck, and into her brain -- pushing everything else aside. All other words spilled out of Daniella's ears, as "fuck me" filled her head, becoming her only thought.

Then Mistress spoke, and the word "obey" tumbled from her lips, like rain falling onto Daniella's head. It soaked through her hair, through her scalp, into her brain -- and even pushed "fuck me" out through Daniella's ears onto the floor. Obey... obey... obey... All the other words on the floor changed, turning into Dominica... Dominica... Dominica... They collected into a swarm, like bees, and swirled up Daniella's thighs to her clitty-cock, wrapping themselves around it. Swarming and buzzing, and tickling her cock, the flying word made her desperate to cum again. But as soon as she got close, all the words broke into separate letters, suspended mid-air around her cock, like a little black cloud, no longer stroking her aching sex. As soon as the closeness to orgasm was lost, the letters formed Dominica's name again, and began sliding themselves against her cock -- like teasing fingers, all up and down her sex. It felt so good! Closer... and closer... and closer to cumming. Then the words would all break up again into letters again. Over and over and over.

Daniella's hips were pumping. Thrusting back against the "fuck me" dildo, humping down into the cloud of letters. "Obey" in Mistress' Voice looped relentlessly through her head, as she continued to lick every part of Dominica's sex she could reach. Her tongue stretched even further, wrapping around both of Mistress' breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples.

In Daniella's mind, she could see the words begin to collect together, squeezing her cock smaller and smaller. Making it tiny. She heard Dominica's voice, talking to her about her clit. About her pussy. Mistress' voice seemed to echo from everywhere. With every echo, the letters pulsed. The words "Dominica" collected together into another firm rubber dildo, like the "fuck me" dildo, and began to push against the base of her cock. Pushing inwards as her cock became a tinier and tinier nub. Pushing her balls inside, where they changed into ovaries. Pushing her scrotum inward, as it became labia, the center opening up and becoming her vagina -- so very filled with Dominica. Fucking deep into her. In... and out... and in... and out... The new dildo began to ejaculate into her pussy, spewing the name "Dominica" deep into her cunt, over and over again. Mistress' name traveled up through her womb, past it and upward through her abdomen... Up... up... up... It stretched out her tits even further, making them full, huge, squashy -- like big balloons. It pushed its way up her neck, changing her voice, making it higher, more musical, lilting. Finally, Mistress' name entered her head to join the only other word that remained there -- Obey! The words filled her mind... Obey... Dominica... Obey... Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica...

Daniella sucked and sucked on the rubber dildo, "Obey Dominica" echoing relentlessly in her head. Was it a dildo she was sucking? It seemed to be Mistress' toes. She couldn't tell any more. It didn't matter. Sucking was everything. Pleasing Mistress was everything. The little rubber slave was nothing, and she nuzzled her face against MzDominica's feet, while her hips continued to pump... pump... pump... "Fuck me" was getting lost. What happened to "me" was becoming unimportant, so long as she pleased Mistress. She rose up, still on her knees, her long snaky tongue deep in Dominica's sex, so she could stare upward into her Mistress' green eyes. The emerald eyes seemed to spin, and swirl, and turn into whirlpools, drawing her down into even deeper levels of slavery... and mindlessness.

Daniella had long since forgotten her hands. A sex slave didn't need hands, so long as she had her tongue. Her mouth. In her dreams, Daniella became more and more desperate to make Dominica cum. To make her Mistress cum. To please Mistress. All thoughts of herself were forgotten. "Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica..." Lick... lick... lick... suck... swallow... lick... obey... lick...

Suddenly, like a huge explosion in reverse, Daniella felt herself falling, and her dreams vanished. Her eyes popped open. She glanced around, completely disoriented, no idea where she was. Her mind was still so blank, still caught in the echoes of Mistress' trance, her control, her dreams.

Daniella automatically sucked on the thick, black, rubber dildo -- and the soft firmness of the rubber felt so good, it almost sent her back into a hypnotic sleep. But something in the back of her mind talked to her. Talked to her with Mistress' voice. "Time to wake up, now, slave." She leaned forward and pressed her huge tits against the rubber sheet on the pallet, enjoying the way her cunt and ass echoed and reflected the pleasure in her breasts.

Still glancing around, trying to re-connect to the real world, Daniella's eyes fell upon two things directly in front of her. She didn't recognize the round, lumpy circle right away. She pumped her hips back into the dream dildos again, reacting to the circle before she knew what it was. A little tire -- like from a toy truck. She almost laughed, remembering the tire store from last night. Then she realized she didn't remember MUCH about being in the tire store. That brought a combination of confusion, a little panic, and a growing desire, as she realized how deeply controlled she had become. Her lips curled up into a smile -- quite a task, as they were still firmly wrapped around the thick rubber dildo.

The second item was a note. A simple piece of paper with writing on it, folded so it could stand, like a little tent, angled so the slave would see the words when she woke up. Daniella was almost afraid to try to read it, certain that -- like everything else -- it would simply appear to say "Dominica... Dominica..." over and over again. "Read it, slave," she heard Mistress' voice command. Opening eyes that she hadn't realized had closed again, Daniella read the note.

"Take a shower, slut. Then crawl to Me. I want you completely naked. Except, of course, for your butt plug. I have a special treat for you this morning! -- xox, MzD"

Daniella was at once relieved that she could actually read the note. Shower... yes, she probably was in great need of one, after last night. Something about her rubber panties felt... gummy... Kind of nice, actually... in a way... But she didn't want to think about it too much.

The slave stood up and stretched. Oh... She must have been crouched in a tight, little ball all night! She looked down at her legs. The "fuck me" hose no longer showed even a single filigree letter. All that was left was tattered little threads and runs. The rubber clothes and boots seemed to have survived unharmed, though. Her mind drifted again, imaging the thick dildos in her ass and cunt. Even standing and stretching, her hips began to buck. "Shower... NOW," Mistress' voice demanded. Daniella quickly trotted out the door, down the hallway, into the bathroom.

She was almost afraid to look in the mirror -- but she just had to. Oh... my... Goddess! She was a real mess! The wig was gone -- probably fell off in the tire store. She hoped MzDominica had retrieved it! Her eye makeup was nothing but dark blotches and streaks, and the lipstick was a blur smeared around her lips and up one cheek. She looked like a raccoon that had tried to dress up as a whore. A twinge of excitement made her clit throb. What a slut she had been, for her Mistress! She smiled into the mirror, enjoying the feeling of having been so deliciously used -- like an article of clothing that had been worn, soiled, and tossed in the laundry by Dominica -- to be used again later, after it had been cleaned. Daniella's hips began to wiggle, anticipating the next time.

Then she noticed the little black marks all over her body. Bruises? Her arms, legs, even parts of her face were covered with them! She rubbed at one on her forearm, and it didn't hurt... didn't feel sore. In fact, some of it rubbed off with her thumb. She looked at another one, near her elbow. The squiggly lines of light flesh between the black blotches gave her the missing clue. Tire treads! Oh, Goddess! She was covered with skid marks, from all the tires last night. Daniella couldn't help herself -- she pulled one arm with the other, and brought her blackened elbow close to her nose and inhaled, testing for the scent of rubber. Of course, it was there! Her mind drifted, and her nipples began to tingle, as she thought of Mistress' control over her mind...

"Shower!" commanded Dominica's voice in her head.

Daniella found herself almost hopping, turning the handles on in the shower to warm up the water. Unzipping the boots. Pulling at the rubber halter and mini-skirt. Peeling off the remains of the pantyhose. She looked down at the rubber panties. The lock was gone -- oh, thank Goddess! But she left the panties on, for the moment. She tested the temperature of the water, found it warm enough, and stepped into the shower.

Immediately, Daniella's bladder gave up all control. She peed helplessly inside the rubber panties, while the warm water splashed down her face and neck, and she squeezed her nipples and breasts. Her hands descended down her torso to the top edge of the panties, and she pulled them open, letting the warm water rush inside. She felt like some kind of perverted kangaroo, her pocket stretched open, a waterfall pouring into it, cleaning everything away. Her breath came in little, panting gasps, as she slowly pulled and twisted the rubber panties, down... down... down her legs. Sliding them down over her knees. Down her calves. Over her feet. Panties on the shower floor, she just stood mindlessly in the shower, warm water running over her, rubbing her tits. Her ass sucked on the butt plug again, reminding her that it was there, and her fingers trailed down to her pussy, her middle finger pressing into the cleft between her labia, her palm firmly against her clit. Rubbing... pumping... Mmmmm, so good!

"Soap! Shampoo! Now! You must obey!" Dominica's orders came from somewhere inside Daniella's head. She jumped a little, and emitted a tiny squeak, responding to the sudden commands. "I must obey Dominica," she automatically replied. Of course, she needed to present herself to Mistress, immediately! She grabbed the soap, and ran it all over her breasts, down her tummy, between her legs -- jumping again, every once in a while, as she realized she had languished too long.

After toweling off, Daniella crawled into the dining room, and was greeted with a view of MzDominica seated near the table, talking on her cell phone. She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face. Mistress caught sight of her slave on the floor. She snapped her fingers and pointed down, indicating her boots. The slave hurriedly skittered across the floor to bring her lips to Dominica's toes.

"And then they WHAT?" Mistress almost screamed. "Oh, God. Those two can be so cruel!" She laughed again. "And you loved it, didn't you?... Yes, I know you did, you little slut!... Yeah, well, I always knew you were a size queen! Yeah... Oh, yeah!... And I bet that's not the biggest one you can take, either!... Uh-huh!... Oh, God, what an image! You, tied up like that, all night, and..." Dominica looked down at her naked slave, who was already falling deeper and deeper into trance, kissing Mistress' boots over and over. "Hey, you know what? I want those as a trophy from last night... Yes, I do... In fact, I want you to bring them over right now. I have an idea of something I'd like to do with them..." She trailed her fingers through Daniella's hair. She looked up again. "No, NOW, you little slut!..." Mistress turned away from Daniella for a moment, and quietly spoke a single word into the phone. "Now bring them over... Oh, you didn't realize I'd implanted that trigger, huh?" Dominica's chuckle sounded wicked. "Yeah, well you should know better than to fuck with me... Right away." She pressed a button, and set the phone down on the table.

Mistress reached a hand down to her slave's freshly-shampooed hair, still damp from the shower. "You know who that was, babi?" Daniella, now deep in trance, didn't understand the question. All that seemed to matter was kissing Mistress' boots. "That was Annie, from last night, making her report. It seems she had quite a time at the hands... and other things... of her two girlfriends." Dominica curled a finger under Daniella's chin, and pulled the slave's face upward. Daniella's mind had completely emptied, and she looked up into her Mistress' eyes with complete adoration, too blank even to be awaiting an instruction -- simply happy and content to be there, with Dominica.

MzDominica reached over to a bowl on the table, and pulled an orange section from it. She lifted Her skirt, and shifted her hips forward, exposing her smooth pussy. Then She waved the orange section back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, moving it closer and closer to her cunt, watching the slave track her every move. A gentle push, and one end of the orange section plopped into Dominica's pussy, between her pink, puffy labia. She spoke one single word: "Fruit."

Daniella leaned forward, and sucked the orange slice out of Dominica's pussy, tasting Mistress' juices, almost like vanilla. She stared blankly at Dominica's moist cunt, while she chewed and swallowed, barely registering the fact that Mistress had reached for another piece of fruit -- an apple slice this time. She placed it, one end in her cunt, curled up near her aroused clit. "Eat," she commanded. Daniella leaned forward again, taking the apple slice in her mouth, her upper lip grazing Mistress' clit. Dominica's hips pumped forward, just a little, as she reached for a grape...

There was a knock at the front door.

Dominica set the grape back down in the bowl, fully certain she knew who was out front. She stood up, stepping around her kneeling slave, who seemed only aware that Mistress had moved away. Daniella remained, blankly staring at the chair where Dominica had been.

Another knock, and Dominica opened the door, to find Annie hastily dropping to her knees on the front porch. She was dressed a lot more simply, this morning -- t-shirt, jeans, running shoes. Of course, the jeans were amazingly tight -- calculated to produce a devastating effect on any appreciative male... or female. She held her hands up and forward in supplication, the strands of several black cords draped across them, drooping toward the floor.

"Please, Mistress, take these from me as Your trophy. They are Yours, as am I," she begged, then bowed her head.

"Laying it on a little thick, aren't you, slut?" Mistress laughed.

Annie bowed her head even further, and replied, "Not as thick as you might think, Mistress." Then she looked up and winked, "But if you've got a few flower beds that need some fertilizing..."

Dominica took the cords, laughing. "You ARE incorrigible!" She gathered the strands up. "So, have you learned your lesson? No trying to steal my slaves -- even for a night?"

"Yes, Mistress," Annie bowed again. "I have just one question..."

"You're unbelievable," Dominica replied. "Okay, I'll bite -- what's your question?"

Annie looked up, winked a second time. "When can we do it again?"

Dominica couldn't help laughing again. "Get out of here, you little slut!" And as Annie leaped up and began walking down the path to the gate, a little awkwardly due to some soreness she was TRYING to hide, Dominica shouted, "I'll call you next week!" Annie turned, waved goodbye, and hobbled out the gate.

Mistress closed the door, then walked slowly back to her slave, who was still where she had been left, staring blankly at nothing. "Wake up, Daniella," she said. "Danielllllaaaa!" She dangled the cords in front of the slave's face. "Wake up. Do you know what these are?"

Daniella's mind seemed to return from far, far away. She looked at the black cords wiggling in front of her, but could make no sense of the image.

Dominica began stretching the cords out, separating them. There were six of them -- some longer, some shorter -- all several feet long. "You remember these. This one," she said, holding up an especially long cord, "I bet this ran from her ankle, criss-crossing up all the way up her leg, and tied at her waist... Holding Annie's leather pants together!"

Daniella began to pant.

"You remember," Dominica teased, wiggling the cords again. "Red leather... black laces..."

Daniella's clit, already so hard, suddenly leaped to full attention.

"Mmmm, you DO remember," Mistress said. "I thought so! I like your response -- but we're going to have to change your associations!" She pitched her voice a little louder for a moment. "It would be good if I had a small rubber sheet on my chair, here!" Then she turned her attention back to Daniella. "Yes, Annie's girlfriends kept her tied up all night -- with the laces from her own red leather outfit!" She sat down -- and of course when she did, there was a sheet of black latex, covering the chair.

MzDominica folded the laces in half, and caressed Daniella's face gently with the loops. "Well, now these black laces are MINE... And we are going to have such fun!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunday morning, and our little she-male is learning the meaning of the word "worship!" What plans DOES Mistress have for those long, black laces?

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 6 - Dancing Partners

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:14:33 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- something he greatly desires and greatly fears -- and they are having dinner with a group of her friends. Daniella has been tranced to drink so much water, she could not resist going to the restroom -- the LADIES' room, of course -- and had to beg Mistress for the key to unlock the rubber panties that constantly massage her aching sex.

~ Chapter 6, Dancing Partners ~

As she returned from the restroom, Daniella saw MzDominica talking with Janie the waitress, who nodded, turned and left. Daniella arrived at the table and sat down -- making sure to keep her legs spread, just as Mistress required.

Dominica turned toward her slave and quietly asked, "Do you have something for me, slave?"

Daniella was still holding the key in her palm. "Of course, Mistress," she replied. Despite everything, she found herself blushing as she lifted her hand, and stretched her arm across the table at head height, dangling the key on its little chain.

The tall blonde and her friends -- Daniella was beginning to think of them as "the leather ladies" -- began to ooh and ahh over the key. "And what have you got locked on her, Dommy?" the blonde teased. Annie, that was her name, Daniella remembered. "Can we see?"

Daniella's blush deepened to a dark crimson, and her eyes grew wide -- darting one direction, then another, as a feeling of panic began to rise.

"Daniella! Look at me, Daniella," MzDominica commanded. She slowly reached out to the slave with both her hands, and stared into those frightened eyes. "Look into my eyes, sweetie. Easy." She grasped Daniella's hand in both of hers, held the slave's gaze as she calmed down, and gently retrieved the key with one hand, the other still holding Daniella's. "We'll let them imagine what this key locks up, for now," she said, nodding her head. "They have VERY busy imaginations. Don't worry, they won't feel disappointed." Mistress smiled.

Daniella's head nodded back, and she smiled, her breathing easing as she calmed down. Dominica released her hand, and the slave dropped it into her lap. Then she shifted position in her seat, finding herself surprisingly aroused. The throbbing in her rubber panties had started up again, and her hips had begun rocking -- oh, so gently.

"Well," said Annie, "I can IMAGINE a lot of things..." as she took a renewed interest in the place where Daniella's long legs disappeared under her short, black rubber skirt. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Where did you get those stockings?" Clearly, she had just realized the filigree criss-crossing over and over Daniella's legs wasn't just lacy texturing, but spelled "Fuck me" over and over.

"Someday, I'll tell you," Dominica replied. "If you're good."

"Oops, I guess you'll never know," quipped one of her friends, Roxy, earning a jab from the blonde's elbow.

"Talk about 'come fuck me' clothes!" said Barb, the third leather lady. Daniella hadn't realized a girl could leer so lecherously!

"Can I touch them?" Annie asked. Her voice was suddenly, surprisingly gentle.

Daniella looked to Mistress, with no idea of how to respond. After a moment, gauging whether her slave looked like she was going to panic again, Dominica replied, "Okay." She leaned forward a bit and commanded, "Look into my eyes, Daniella. Watch ME. You cannot look away."

Dominica's gaze became her entire world as Daniella felt a hand caress the outside of her thigh, trailing over the textured hose (fuck me... fuck me...), catching a little, then sliding, then catching again. (Fuck me... oh, please, fuck me...) The hand then stroked up the top of her thigh, from the knee to the edge of the mini skirt. (Fuck me...) Daniella's hearing seemed to change, as all the sounds in the restaurant became muted. (Please...) Inside her rubber halter, her nipples ached so badly, it felt like they were on fire. (Green eyes... fuck me... yes...) Her hips tilted forward, spreading her legs even wider. The hand stroked down the top of her thigh, so slowly, so teasingly. (Fuck me... fuck me... please...) Then it curled around to the inside of her knee and began to stroke upward...

"That's enough," Dominica announced.

Daniella inhaled a gasp of breath. She hadn't realized she'd been holding it.

"Oh, poo!" the blonde exclaimed, pouting, withdrawing her hand.

"'Poo'? What's next? 'Sugar'?" said Roxy, earning another jab in the ribs.

Suddenly, a busboy was rearranging things on the table, and setting dishes in front of everybody, while Janie also set down dishes and made sure everybody got the right order. Daniella found her water glass being filled up again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Janie asked.

MzDominica leaned toward Daniella and whispered, "You've had a lot of water this evening. Would you like a glass of wine with that chicken?"

Thinking it might help her relax a little, Daniella replied, "Yes, Mistress. If I may."

"Of course, Babi," Dominica confirmed. She turned. "Janie, a glass of Chablis for my friend, here."

"Certainly," Janie replied. She said it kind of oddly, as if she'd been waiting for a cue. "But -- I hope you don't mind my asking -- but could I see your ID, please?"

"Whoa!" said Annie. The leather ladies were applauding. "You're being carded!" "Whoo-hoo!" "But officer, I never knew she was jailbait! Honest!"

Daniella looked ready to stand bolt upright and run. Her ID? The waitress was going to see it was Dan's ID! What was she going to think? Daniella actually felt herself beginning to get out of her chair.

Dominica pointed to Daniella's plate and quietly commanded, "Daniella! Take a bite of your fruit salad."

An image exploded into Daniella's head, of kneeling at Dominica's feet earlier today. Eating lunch. And licking her boots. The big bowl of fruit. "Fruit... boot... fruit... boot..." Suddenly, she felt so calm, and sleepy. She relaxed back into her chair. Drifting.

"That's right," Dominica whispered. "Take a bite of fruit."

Boot... fruit... boot...

All Daniella could seem to see was the bowl of fruit salad. She reached up with her fingers...

"Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.

She picked up the fork, seeing the length of shiny metal more than recognizing it as an eating utensil. Then she jabbed a peach slice, put it in her mouth, began to chew. Swallowed. So cool. So sweet.

Fruit... boot... fruit... boot...

Mistress was sitting. Her boots were down on the floor. Daniella set down the fork, and began to get out of her chair...

"Daniellllaaaa," MzDominica said. "You need to show your driver's license now. Just calmly get it out, and show it to Janie. Can you do that, Babi?"

Daniella nodded, whispering, "Yes, Mistress." She reached down to her clutch purse, undid the catch, and pulled out Dan's wallet. She opened it, pulled out the driver's license, and handed it to the waitress.

"Good girl," Dominica cooed.

Janie examined the license, and looked at Daniella. Then at MzDominica. Then she gently grabbed Dominica's shoulder and shook it for a moment, smiling at her. In another moment, she had returned Dan's license to Daniella, and departed, saying "I'll be right back with your glass of Chablis."

Daniella was dumbfounded. She held the license in her hand, unable to move.

"Put your ID away, now, Babi," Dominica said. Put your wallet back in your purse.

The slave did as she was told, feeling her head so fuzzy. She found herself unable to follow the conversation for a while. She took a bite of chicken. Then some fruit. (Boot... fruit... boot...) She sipped the wine, not remembering when it had arrived at the table. The throbbing in her rubber panties continued. Gently. Insistently. Making her so hot. She was constantly aware of MzDominica's boots. So near. So kissable. She wanted to drop down onto the floor, kneel before her Mistress, and run her tongue up the tops of her boots. Up, up, up, along the laces. Up to her knees...

"Daniellllllaaaa!" she heard her Mistress calling.

"Yes, Mistress." The slave's answer was automatic. Without conscious thought. She stared blankly before her, awaiting instructions.

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said.

Daniella felt Mistress' boot pressed against her left leg, making the throbbing in her panties feel even stronger. She also felt a boot pressed against her right leg, and began to emerge from her trance, realizing it must be Annie again.

"Time to pay the check, Babi," Dominica said. "So we can go dancing!"

Daniella realized that what she had been staring at, so blankly, was the plastic folder, holding the check for her and Mistress. She looked up at MzDominica, who smiled at her, making the whole world seem right, and smiled herself. Then she looked around at Roxy, Barb, and Annie -- whose expression scared her a little. She felt Annie's leg more firmly against hers, now. Daniella woke up, pulled Dan's wallet out of her purse again, and put his credit card in the folder. A squeeze on her left shoulder and the sudden removal of the folder told Daniella that Janie had picked up the folder, and would be back.

"Dancing?" Daniella replied. She looked over at MzDominica again, suddenly finding herself lost in those swirling green eyes. "Yes, Mistress," she replied, feeling hazy again. The throbbing in her sex was becoming more powerful again. She felt a hand brush the outside of her right thigh, and knew it must be Annie.

She barely remembered to sign her name "Dan" when Janie returned with the plastic folder. As all five of them piled into the mini-van, Daniella kept trying to remember whether she had signed her name or Dan's, trying to reassure herself she had done it right. She had let Dominica calculate the tip. Numbers, thinking, were completely beyond her right now.

They were going dancing.

Dancing.

And her clit was soooo hard!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Funny thing about this ride in the van. Daniella KNEW she was no longer wearing the goggles, that made everything spell MzDominica's name. But she still saw the effect anyway. Even as they passed the occasional roadside street light, its after-image trailed past them, the streaks of light stretching into long trails that turned into handwritten letters, spelling "Dominica." Daniella sat in the back seat, between two of the "leather ladies," Barb and Roxy, while Annie sat in the passenger seat up front, next to Mistress. Daniella could feel the heat from their thighs pressed against hers, and her pussy seemed to be melting. Her legs were wide open, available for anything that ANYONE might want to do to her. Anyone. The butt plug seemed to pump... pump... pump... into her ass with every little bump in the road as they drove. Her nipples pulsed with every tiny bounce and jiggle of the van. It was getting to be more and more difficult for Daniella to gauge the passage of time. Things just seemed to happen, and slide by. Like the trails of light on either side of the van, spelling "Dommmiiiiinnnniiicaaaaaaa....."

Of course the name of the club was "Dominica's" -- at least, as far as Daniella could tell. She had only had the ONE glass of wine, right? So why did she feel so dizzy? So disoriented? Mistress got out of the driver's seat, and as soon as She closed the door, Daniella's pussy began to feel that inescapable massaging again, as MzDominica moved farther away. Pushing, gliding, throbbing, teasing -- making her clitty so hard. She wanted to cum. It was beginning to be the center of her universe, her life. She wanted to fall down at Mistress' feet, and cry, and beg, and beat her hands on the ground -- she felt so helpless!

She found Roxy and Barb helping her to undo the seatbelt, get her moving out of the van. They were doing their best to chatter, and be encouraging -- but it all sounded like nonsense syllables to Daniella. She watched as Dominica and Annie walked, side by side, across the parking lot, finding herself unable to take her eyes off Dominica's boots. Following her Mistress' boots was what got her walking... walking... suddenly finding herself inside the club, dazzled by the colors, the strobe lights, the loud music.

They were all barely able to hear one another over the loud band -- but with shouting and gestures to each other, they managed to find a table, buy the drinks for their cover charge, and started pointing out the hot guys -- and hot girls -- on the dance floor. Even seated, Daniella found her ass swinging and bumping to the beat, tapping her little booted feet, feeling her boobs jiggle with every bump. As long as she kept moving, she could think about something OTHER than the ache in her clit!

Daniella found herself staring at the deep red leather of Annie's costume, mentally undoing the black laces, that held the pieces of leather together, long gaps exposing her smooth, shiny flesh underneath, finding her mind drifting... Suddenly, she realized Annie was shouting and signing to her: "Wanna dance?" Daniella gasped a deep intake of breath, feeling strangely guilty, that she hadn't been thinking of her Mistress. She looked over at MzDominica, completely unsure whether she wanted Mistress to say "yes" or "no" -- or to command her to drop to her knees and beg forgiveness.

She was doubly surprised when Dominica almost pushed her off her stool, shouted under the music, and waved her hands, clearly commanding her to "Go on and dance, babi! Go dance!"

Annie stood, and held out her left hand, arm straight, like an invitation. Daniella felt a gentle nudge between her shoulder blades. She reached out with her right hand and took Annie's fingers in hers. They might have paraded onto the dance floor, if it had been less crowded. Hand in hand, they pushed their way into the middle of the crowd, the loud music thumping in their ears. Annie stared into Daniella's eyes for a moment, then bowed -- still holding her right hand. Then she straightened, released her hold on Daniella, and began to dance.

At first, Daniella was scared. She was so hot in the tight, rubber halter and mini-skirt. Little droplets of sweat turned into trails, and ran, tickling, between her breasts and down her exposed tummy. The bright lights from overhead, and the crowd all around didn't make her feel any cooler. But she watched Annie, as her movements took on a sensuality, a sinuousness that made Daniella's clit start to throb again. She looked over at Dominica, across the dance floor, and found her Mistress watching her... smiling. She looked back at Annie, and thought -- what the hell? She began to mimic Annie's movements, swaying her hips, jiggling her breasts, weaving her arms into patterns that looked like Celtic knots.

Little by little, their movements were becoming synchronized -- everything Annie did, Daniella did, too -- at almost the same time. Annie wiggled her entire body, like a snake, and ran her hands over her breasts, down her belly, to her thighs. Daniella copied every movement, the music thump-thump-thumping in her head, wiping out all conscious thought. Annie danced closer, and Daniella stepped toward her. Annie danced away, and Daniella stepped back. Annie took a step to her right, and Daniella took one to her left -- a perfect mirror image. Annie began to circle around and around, staring into Daniella's eyes -- and Daniella circled right with her. Annie approached, and trailed her hand down Daniella's left shoulder, over the rubber, stopping on her bare waist. Daniella trailed her hand down Annie's side, and began to tug at the black laces, holding the leather together...

Suddenly, the music stopped!

Daniella found herself breathing heavily -- and not from the dancing. She wasn't sure what to do. She looked at Dominica, who was applauding her performance. She looked at Annie, who stared into her eyes and bowed again, then took her hand and led her back to the table.

"Whoo! You can DANCE, girl," said Roxy.

"Me next! Me next!" shouted Barb, as the band started up again with a new song, R&B heavily laced with wailing guitars and a strong back-beat. Barb started to get up... and MzDominica pushed her back onto her chair.

Commandingly, Mistress reached out her right hand, waiting for Daniella to respond. The sweating rubber slave grasped Dominica's hand instantly, feeling a tingle as their fingers touched. Daniella's eyes caught a glint of something shiny in Dominica's other hand. At first, she thought it was just some of Mistress' jewelry -- rings or a bracelet. Then she realized Dominica was holding a black rubber glove. Her jaw dropped open, and she started to pant.

On the dance floor, Mistress released Daniella's hand, and they both started to dance. Dominica favored bouncy movements, nodding her head, grinding her hips, stepping around. Daniella began to copy her Mistress' dance, like she had done with Annie -- and suddenly realized that Dominica was tugging the rubber glove onto her left hand. She imitated the motion in reverse, sliding her left hand over her right forearm. The music grew louder and louder, the beat even stronger. Then, just as the singer was reaching the end of a verse, MzDominica reached toward her slave, and touched the index finger of her gloved hand to Daniella's own outstretched finger.

And, just like at the restaurant yesterday afternoon, Daniella saw the rubber spread over her skin. She watched, still dancing, as Dominica's black rubber glove seemed to turn itself inside-out and cover HER hand, glide up her arm, looking so shiny! Then it began to stretch upward, covering her elbow, her shoulder. As soon as it touched her rubber halter top, the top began to stretch and grow, spreading upward over her neck and head, across and over her left hand, downward over her bare waist to her rubber mini-skirt. Then the skirt stretched downward and covered her legs, oozing down inside her ringed leather boots, covering her feet.

As Daniella felt herself completely encased in tight, black rubber, the band began a wailing guitar solo. Riffs running up and down the scale trailed electric caresses up and down the slave's body. Her dancing became an expression of ecstasy, arms reaching upward, grabbing the sky and pulling it down, as her hips gyrated, seeming to fuck the empty air. She stepped, and twirled -- always returning her empty-headed gaze to MzDominica's hypnotic stare -- writhing with the trills and chords from the lead guitar. Shivering. The drums began to pick up the beat again, and Daniella's buttocks thrust backward with every thump! thump! thump! -- trying to impale herself on a lover, a dildo, anything she could find, though nothing was behind her.

The singer resumed, vocalizing the final verses, and Dominica reached out again, touching Daniella's hand with her own. The slave could feel the rubber contracting, receding, turning back into a mini-skirt, a halter top. Her sweaty skin felt cool where it was suddenly exposed again. Finally, she saw the black rubber glove turn itself inside-out again, gliding onto Dominica's hand and arm -- just as the song ended.

Daniella didn't know what to do. Her head felt completely empty. She stood on the dance floor, panting, staring mindlessly into Dominica's green eyes, not even aware that she was waiting for instructions. Dominica's hand shifted, clasped the slave's hand, and she gently pulled, guiding Daniella back to the table.

"What was THAT?" Annie shouted, totally amazed. "Whoa! You rock, girl!"

Daniella was still too blank to answer. MzDominica gently pushed her down onto a seat, just as Barb and Roxy got up together to dance with the next number. The slave watched them, her clit throbbing in time with the music, her ass sucking on the butt plug, unaware that Annie and Dominica were having an intense conversation -- well, shouting into each other's ears, actually. At length, MzDominica smiled -- a big, almost predatory smile. Annie nodded, eyes wide, also smiling. And the two shook hands.

"Thank you, thank you," the lead singer's voice boomed, nearly drowning out the applause, as Barb and Roxy returned from the dance floor. "We're gonna take a short break now! We'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy yourselves!" All the guys in the band set their instruments down, and walked off the stage. Daniella was drifting, now. Staring at the singer's ass, for no special reason. Her clit throbbed, and the butt plug pumped mercilessly into her behind. She could not think. Could not move.

When their waitress arrived, asking if they wanted refills, Dominica crooked her finger, drawing the girl close, even though the band had stopped for a while. "I want to talk to Howie. Tell him it's MzDominica. Okay?" The waitress clearly had no idea what was going on, but she straightened and left -- apparently to relay the message.

In a few moments, a bald-headed man approached the table, holding a kitchen towel. He reached out, and hugged Mistress, greeting her. "MzDominica! Welcome, welcome! I didn't know you were here! Enjoying the band?"

"They're pretty good," Mistress replied. "They really got my little slave here going." She glanced over at Daniella, indicating who she was talking about.

Howie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I saw her dancing. These guys are here for three more days, then they move on. I'm gonna miss them!"

"Yeah!" Mistress replied. "Um, Howie, I was wondering -- is your back room available?"

"Aw, I'm sorry Mistress! I've got a private party there this evening."

"Too bad. I just want a private room for a short while... Maybe 15 minutes?"

Howie was clearly thinking. "How much room do you need?"

"Just enough for four of us to stand in a circle," Mistress replied, "and one in the center."

Howie actually blushed. A deep crimson. Daniella was just enough aware that she was actually charmed. Just enough aware that she couldn't take her eyes off the boner that had suddenly appeared in Howie's pants. She slouched further down into the chair and spread her legs wider. Her mouth felt sooooo empty.

"Um... Well..." He actually mopped his forehead with the kitchen towel. "You could use my office. If that's okay..." his voice trailed off, eyes locked on Dominica's.

"Of course," Mistress replied. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Everybody jumped. Even Howie. "Girls, follow me!"

Annie and Barb almost lifted Daniella out of her chair. Her clit was throbbing. Her ass felt so full, and the butt plug wouldn't stay still. She wanted to beg them to please touch her nipples, but she couldn't form words. In a few moments, she found herself in a small room -- cheap wood paneling on all four walls, a computer desk along one wall, an office chair, file cabinets and papers everywhere else.

"On your knees, Daniella," she heard Mistress command. She dropped to the floor, barely able to stand anyway. Arms outstretched, straight, head bowed, staring blankly at the worn rug.

"We're going to play a game, girls," MzDominica began. "A game of... spin the bimbo."

At the trigger word, Daniella's mind went completely blank. Her eyes closed, and her mind drifted, empty.

"Open your eyes, Daniella," Mistress commanded.

The slave found it so hard to comply. She had to force her eyes open, grimacing, struggling to see, when everything in her head was trying to force her into a deep, sleepy trance. She looked forward. And to either side. Everywhere, there were women's legs in beautiful, leather boots. Her clit continued pumping. Her ass kept sucking the thick dildo.

"Listen carefully, Daniella," Mistress said. "We're going to blindfold you. Then spin you around. All you have to do is find the boots you crave the most. The boots you want to suck. Need to suck. Find them, and begin kissing them. Do you understand?"

Her answer seemed to come from far away. "Yes, Mistress." Daniella could feel her mouth forming the words, but it did not seem to be part of herself. She felt a scarf being looped around her head, covering her eyes, being tied at the back of her neck. Her eyelids dropped, tightened, showing deep, dark red with little flashes of color, and not-color, sparkling in her empty mind.

"In fact, let's turn off the light," Dominica said. "Let's make SURE you can't see. Right, girls?"

Daniella could hear them, mm-hmming their assent. The deep red background turned even darker.

"Now," Dominica commanded, "spin around, Daniella. After you're done, crawl forward, and find the boots you crave. Spin, my little slut! One... two... three... four times! NOW, EVERYBODY QUIET!!!"

The slave couldn't even hear breathing, as she passed right arm over left, again and again, knees shuffling, and spun on the floor. She felt dizzy already, and this only added to her feeling of disorientation, of confusion. Her clit was beginning to hurt. Her nipples to ache. The thick butt plug was as much a comfort as a goad, because she needed to be fucked, so bad!

Hand over hand, knees shuffling. In the dark. In the silence. So horny. Under the blindfold, Daniella began to cry. She needed relief so much. She spun, and spun, losing all track of time. Then, for no reason, she stopped. Panting. Aching.

She crawled forward. Inches at a time. Her left cheek rubbed the carpet. It felt so good. So solid. Her hips started pumping down. Up. Down. Up. Humping the air. Wishing her pussy could touch something. Someone. Anything. Scooting forward on the floor, pushing with her knees.

Her face encountered something hard. Pointed. She could smell the leather. Scooting forward, she began to nuzzle it. Rub her cheek against it. Mind empty, yet she felt compelled to move to the left. Carpet rubbing her face. Tongue trailing drool over the rug. Another boot. Further left. Face between two boots. She began to pant. Rubbed her face in little figure-eights, feeling the boots against her cheeks. Smelling the leather. Something... beyond thought. Still, she felt compelled to scoot to the left. Face over the boot. Across the rug. She moaned. She did not realize it, but the deep, aching moan escaped her lips -- and all the women in the room, standing around her, suddenly felt their knees go weak with the power of that moan. Daniella scooted, pushed, dragged her face across the carpet. Something hard. Another boot. She turned her head to the left, pushing her nose against the sole, smelling the leather. She squeaked -- so gently. Rocking back, she lifted her head, shifted a little further to the left, and began licking the boot. Kissing it. Little moans and squeals escaped her throat, as she continued to tongue and kiss the boot, mindlessly, obediently. She shifted even further forward, her tongue licking at the arch, running up to the instep...

"Lights on," MzDominica commanded.

They all looked down at Daniella, kneeling in a little ball at Dominica's feet, licking and kissing her right boot.

"I think the contest is over," Dominica declared. "Stop, Daniella," she commanded. "Remain on the floor, and be still." Daniella rocked backward, almost sitting on her heels. Her face was still pressed downward, onto the carpet. She knelt, mind empty, still blindfolded, waiting for her next instructions.

"Annie, untie her," Dominica commanded. The red leather covered girl dropped to one knee and undid the scarf. Then, after a second's pause -- unsure whether she should -- Annie stood up again. Daniella's gaze drifted toward her, and the slave noticed her face was oddly pale. She hadn't even realized the lights had been turned back on.

"Listen to me, Daniella," MzDominica said. The slave's eyes swiveled, all attention on her Mistress. "We had a little bet, Annie and I." Dominica looked at Annie, and smiled. That predatory smile again. "Whoever you had chosen, was going to get to have you for the night." She looked around at the others. "All night. For whatever she wanted to do with you." Dominica leaned forward, toward Daniella, her ample breasts suddenly capturing the horny slave's stare. "Of course... I had you already! So Annie had to make a special promise." That smile, again. "I'm sure if either Barb or Roxy had gotten you, Annie would have been in charge anyway."

"Hey," Roxy said. Barb touched her shoulder, and mimed a "shush."

"But if I won..." Dominica continued, "then Roxy and Barb get Annie for the night."

The two girls' eyes went wide. Then THEY smiled. A predatory smile.

"Anything they want to do with her. Or to her," Mistress teased. She turned, looking straight at Annie. "Come here, girl," she said, as she raised her hand. She was holding a long, glittering crystal.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniella and MzDominica walked through the parking lot, arm in arm, toward the mini-van. The slave was having trouble remembering what had just happened, but realized that the other three women were near the front entrance to the dance club, getting into a cab. Suddenly, she recovered her wits -- just enough -- and her curiosity became intense. Irresistible. She felt compelled to ask a question.

"Mistress," she began, "what if I had picked somebody else's boots?" She couldn't quite ask, how could you risk losing me like that?

"Aw, sweet little slave," Mistress replied, understanding full well what Daniella could not say. "The outcome was never in any doubt. Dominica always wins!"

Daniella started to say something, then forgot what it was.

"You're too deeply conditioned to respond to ME," Dominica continued. "If you can remember at all, you'll realize I didn't even use the remote on you."

Daniella's stride slowed for a moment, as that fact entered her brain. There had been no cheating, no tricks. She simply had responded, mindlessly -- and had zeroed in directly onto Dominica's booted feet.

She also suddenly remembered Dominica's hypnotic commands to Annie, forcing her to obey whatever Barb and Roxy wanted to do with her. And part of it was a compulsion, to tell them what she had wanted to do with Daniella. And to report to Dominica, later, everything she had gone through. Though Annie was "leader of the pack," she was in for quite a night at the hands of her "followers."

The idea of it all completely overwhelmed the slave. The throbbing in her clit. The delicious butt plug in her ass. Just as they reached the mini-van, Daniella dropped to her knees -- legs wide, back arched, arms behind her, face turned up in open need and helpless supplication. "Please, Mistress! I beg you! Please let me cum! I'm going crazy. It hurts. I feel so full and... and empty... and..." Tears ran down her cheeks again, and her lips curled as she began sobbing.

"Oh, sweet babi!" Dominica replied. She stroked her fingers along Daniella's wet, upturned cheeks, one side, then the other. "Soon, babi. Soon." Daniella's eyes closed, and she moaned. "I have something extra special for you, first. Now, stand up, and get in the van."

Daniella whimpered, but she stood. She touched her right knee, and realized she'd gotten a run in her stocking from a rock or something on the parking lot. That only made the ache more intense. She staggered, almost zombie-like, to the passenger side of the mini-van, waited for Mistress to unlock the door, then opened it and climbed in. She began to lose focus, lose consciousness, as she pulled the door closed, buckled the seat belt, and the van began to move. Her eyes drifted open and closed, watching the trails of the street lights spell "Dommmminnnnniiicaaaa..." as her pussy pulsed and throbbed. As her ass wiggled down further into the seat, pushing the butt plug in further. As her nipples ached to be stroked and pinched -- but her hands could not move.

Cum... cum... cum... She needed to cum... Sooooo bad! Soon... what was soon? What was next? She had to obey her Mistress. Must obey Dominica. Aching, pulsing, hoping for release. Soon... Something special... Soon... Lights trailing... Cum... Need to cum... Need to cum... Every little bump. Every little wiggle. Need to cum... Cum... Need to cum...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Oh, dear! What DOES Mistress have in store for our sweaty little bimbo?

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 5 - Girls' Night Out

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:11:26 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin. She is preparing him to go out with her for the evening, dressed "en femme" -- something he greatly fears and greatly desires, both at the same time. So far, she has him in heavy makeup, a wig, and black panty hose with a textured weave that says "fuck me" over and over again, in fancy letters. The rubber panties still encase his sex, completely subject to her remote control.

~ Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out ~

MzDominica's fingers snapping under her nose brought Daniella back to the present.

"Danielllllaaaa! Focus on me, Daniella. Wake up! Not ALL the way," Dominica chuckled, "just enough to finish getting dressed, my little slave. My little slut. My rubber slave! Say it!"

From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress' commands. She was just barely able to mumble, "Rub... ber... slave..."

"Good girl," Dominica replied. The words of approval sent shivers all through Daniella's body. "Now, stand up again... rubber... slave! Stand up, and look in the suitcase again."

Daniella stood slowly, unable to stop trailing her hands over and over her thighs, feeling the texture of the "fuck me" hose. Her eyes opened, while she stood a moment, regaining her balance, still panting slightly. The wig made her head feel heavy -- or was that the feeling of trance? She forgot the question almost as soon as it occurred to her, and walked from her pallet toward the suitcase. MzDominica's presence on the bed felt like heat to her, like gravity, like a spiral beckoning her eyes to stare and drop deeper into trance. Only the command to look in the suitcase kept her moving. Dominica admired how her slave's hips swayed gently as she walked, already such an automatic part of her deepening feminization.

The lid of the suitcase was still open, and now Daniella could see what had been inside that had looked so smooth and shiny. More rubber. Mmmmm. Of course, more rubber. But what was it?

"Reach in, and take them out... rubber slave!" Dominica commanded. "These are your clothes for this evening."

Daniella reached down and picked up the first item. It was a sort of halter, made all of black rubber, with a zipper up the front. It seemed to have breasts with perky little nipples, built into its shape.

"Put it on, slut!" said Dominica.

The slave undid the zipper, opened the halter. She slid her left arm in, letting the rest of it drop downwards. Then she shifted her weight, swinging the halter behind her back, catching it with her right hand. A little finger searching, and she was able to slip her right arm into the other hole. She shrugged the squishy rubber over her shoulders. It felt so soft and warm on her back!

Then Daniella realized this was going to be a very tight fit, indeed! She pulled, and tugged at the black, stretchy material -- feeling fuzzier and more aroused with every moment. Finally, she got the zipper started, and continuing to pull and stretch, managed to pull it upward. It was obvious that not only were the built-in boobs there for looks, but the inside of the halter pushed her own breasts in and upward, making nice, little bulges just above the wide, circular neckline. She started running her fingers over the puffy rubber nipples, wishing she could feel her fingertips -- and discovered she could!

"Very good, rubber slave," Mistress smiled. "Now, the next item. Take it out, and put it on. Sloooowwwwly. I want to watch you wiggle!"

Inside the suitcase was a black rubber miniskirt, with a zipper that went halfway down the back. Dominica enjoyed the little squeak that escaped her slave's lips when she picked it up. There wasn't much of it -- Daniella realized it wasn't going to cover more than her ass and the very tops of her thighs. Her pussy started throbbing again, and the butt plug, tight inside the rubber panties, seemed to be fucking in and out of her again, in tiny, delightful strokes.

Daniella undid the zipper, held the skirt in her right hand, letting the left side droop. Then she bent forward, and stepped with her left leg into the skirt. She pulled it up her leg a little bit, then -- balancing carefully -- stepped in with her right leg. Then she pulled it a little higher on the right. The feel of the "fuck me" hose on her thigh, rubbing against her right hand, beckoned her down into a deep erotic trance. She could hear her own heart beat -- tha-thud... tha-thud... tha-thud... -- and her eyes started closing, replacing her view of the world with a warm, dark red pulsing. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes opened in little slits -- just enough that she could see -- and she reached down, and caught the lower side of the skirt with her left hand. The slave straightened a little, pulling the skirt up over her knees, feeling the soft rubber between her thumb and forefinger, the texture of the "fuck me" hose against her palms. Her hips began to sway back and forth, like she was imitating a snake, as she tugged and pulled the tight, rubber miniskirt up her legs, first one side, then the other. When the waistband was finally in place, over her hips, she gave a little grunt, and thrust her hips forward, totally unaware of what she was doing.

Her left hand on her tummy, Daniella reached back to the zipper, and started to pull it upward. Of course, it was too tight to just be zipped up. Her eyes almost opened, then shut tighter, as she reached back with her left hand, pulling the rubber together with both hands, working the zipper up, inch by inch. When it reached the top, she stood there, with both hands behind her, gently swaying. Not sure what to do next. Eyes half open in little slits. Mouth slack, in a soft "O." Her ass sucking, sucking, sucking on the butt plug.

"Danielllllaaaaaa!" Mistress called, gently. The slave shivered. Dominica could see her eyes rolling upward, under the half-closed lids. "Two more things in the suitcase, little slut. First, reach in, and pull out your little ankle boots!"

So hard to open her eyes! Daniella's eyelids felt like they had been weighted down with the long eyelashes, glued together with the heavy makeup. She struggled to open them, with just enough success to see the suitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on their sides, little of sparkles of light all up and down their surfaces. She seemed to float across the short distance to the suitcase, and picked up the boots. The scent of new leather made her want to close her eyes and drift some more, but the feel of cold metal confused her. Daniella's eyes popped open, and her first good look at the boots made her gasp, then hold her breath. All up and down the boots were little D-rings, in rows. She began to trail her fingers along the rows, hearing tiny tinkling sounds as her hand brushed the rings.

The sudden sensation of MzDominica's fingers, trailing along the outside of her thigh, felt at first like a jolt of electricity. Then the warmth spread, up and down her thigh, inside the black, textured hose, and around into her pussy. Her legs separated ever so slightly, pushing her sex forward, as the butt plug imbedded it self firmly in her ass.

"Go deeper, Daniella," Mistress cooed. "Deeper, as you feel the rings." Daniella's hand continued to trail back and forth over the cool metal. "I want you to think of these rings, ALLLLL evening! Imagine yourself tied to the rings. Shackled to the rings. Chained, with your legs wide. Your pussy open to me!" The slave's eyes were now wide open, and she WAS looking in the direction of the boots -- but her mind was elsewhere, and had placed her between the pine trees again. "That's right, my rubber slut. Feel yourself bound and shackled, all evening. Feminized. Dressed in rubber." Daniella began to breathe, so very deep and slowly, feeling herself so completely in Mistress' power. "Now, pretty girl... put on your boots. Right where you are. And don't you DARE get a run in those hose!" She leaned back, sitting on the bed.

Daniella rose from trance just enough to explore the boots, looking for an opening -- and she found a zipper on the left boot. She set the right boot back down in the suitcase, unzipped the left one, and using the suitcase to balance, raised her left leg -- awkwardly -- and slipped on the boot. She zipped it closed, somehow hearing a huge, rusty padlock in her head instead of a zipper. Then she set her foot down, retrieved the right boot, and put it on.

"Good girl," Mistress smiled. "Now, the last thing in the suitcase. Pick up your purse."

The rubber-covered slave reached over, and picked up the tiny clutch purse. Also of leather, with sharp little metal studs all over it. She had long since stopped thinking. Stopped anticipating. Daniella stood, shoulders slightly drooped, hands at her sides, her mind completely empty, awaiting Mistress' next command.

"Mmmmm, don't you look delicious?" MzDominica teased. "You are my horny little rubber slave. Say it!"

Daniella responded immediately. "I am your horny little rubber slave!" Her voice was so much higher than usual. And she still had that delightful, unfocused look to her eyes, that so pleased her Mistress.

"Again!" MzDominica commanded.

"I am your horny little rubber slave!" Daniella's hips began to pump, forward and back, making the butt plug fuck into her again.

"Now open the purse," Mistress commanded, "I have another surprise for you."

Daniella raised her left hand, which was holding the purse, and undid the clasp. She looked inside, and found two small brass padlocks, and a set of keys.

"Pull out the locks, and the keys, and hand them to me, slut," said Dominica.

The slave handed everything to her Mistress, and found herself shivering when MzDominica stood up from the bed, walked so very close to her, and stared into her eyes while she did something near her neckline. The sound of a click, Dominica stood back, and Daniella realized that one of the padlocks now secured the zipper at the top of her rubber halter. She could not remove it, unless Mistress undid the lock.

"Turn around, slut!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella turned, presenting her rubber-covered backside to her Mistress, and felt/heard another click. She realized the rubber miniskirt was now locked in place.

"Now, my rubber slave..." Dominica paused, as she watched the trigger take Daniella even deeper. "Go to your pallet. Get your wallet, and put it in your purse. You're taking me out to dinner tonight!"

Daniella walked, a bit unsteadily at first, across the bedroom. At Mistress' command, she HAD been training herself to walk in heels -- but she felt so deeply tranced, she wasn't sure she could have navigated the room, even barefoot! A stray thought entered her fuzzy head. Would they ask for ID, if she tried to use Dan's credit card? What would they think? What...

"Back over here, rubber slave!" All other thoughts vanished when MzDominica commanded her. Daniella walked back, next to the suitcase, awaiting further orders. She was confused, whether to stare into Mistress' eyes and lose herself, or stare at the floor, looking submissive and obedient. She wanted to kneel, so much. But knew she must not do anything to mess up her clothing or makeup.

Dominica watched, smiling, as the slave tried to look into her face, then lost the will to do so and tried to focus her gaze lower down. For a moment, Daniella stared straight ahead. Then she realized she was staring at Mistress' gorgeous breasts -- and wasn't sure she deserved that privilege. Finally, her eyes dropped to the floor, and her mouth opened slackly. Her mind emptied.

"Good girl," Dominica said. "My good, mindless, obedient slave. You don't know what to do. Don't know what to think. So your mind slips into neutral. Awaiting my orders." She reached a finger under the miniskirt, and ran it gently up Dan's cock, base to tip. Daniella felt it, as a stroke between her cunt lips. She wanted to buck her hips, but found she could not move!

"Close your eyes, pretty girl," Mistress commanded. "That's right, let them drift closed. Now, feel me putting my special goggles on your eyes again. The ones where everything spells my name. Dominica. Dominica. Dominica!" Daniella began to drift again. "That's right, you see my name everywhere! Keep your eyes closed. I have one more important thing to tell you, before we go out. I want you to listen, very carefully. Listen to me. I am holding my remote control again. And I am programming your rubber panties. If you move too far away from me, if you try to run away, the rubber panties will begin stroking your sex. Gentle waves, all up and down your pussy -- that you absolutely cannot ignore."

Daniella began to feel a stroking, a throbbing between her legs.

"The farther away you get from me, the harder it will stroke and squeeze you. You will begin to drift. And become more obedient. And find yourself returning to me. Unable to resist. Unable to run away. Unable to hide. Do you understand, Daniella? Answer me!"

From somewhere in a deep trance -- her sex, her arms, her thighs, every inch of her skin being stroked -- Daniella answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"You must obey!" Mistress commanded.

"I must obey Dominica," Daniella mindlessly replied.

"You must obey!" Mistress repeated.

"I must obey Dominica," Daniella automatically responded.

"Good girl!" MzDominica stroked her slave's left cheek. "You..."

Daniella suddenly felt caught, in a moment stretched out...

"Must..."

Seconds ticked by. Daniella's mind was suddenly focused on one thing, and one thing only. Responding to the trigger, that had not yet been completely spoken. Time passed. And she forgot about everything else. Everyone else. Even herself. All that mattered was for her to respond, when the trigger was complete. She felt poised at the edge of a cliff. Blown by a powerful hurricane. Nothing, no one mattered, as she focused her entire self, her entire life, on being ready for the next word, and responding.

"Obey!"

"I must obey Dominica!" Daniella was too deeply tranced, too mindless, to have shouted it. But if she could have, the sound would have been deafening. Every tiny piece of her mind and body rushed into vocalizing that response.

Daniella felt her Mistress trail a fingernail from the belly of her miniskirt, upward over her tummy and chest, up her neck, to her lips. Dominica leaned close, and Daniella could feel Mistress' breath on her face. It was like she felt, rather than heard Mistress' next words.

"Now, slut. Follow me. Get in the van. We... are going out!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the mini-van, Daniella looked at the dashboard, the radio, the trees passing by. Everything seemed to spell "Dominica," over and over again. She felt fuzzy, rushed, like she couldn't catch her breath. Her breasts felt so huge in the rubber halter. Her pussy felt so tight, so full, in the rubber panties. Were they massaging her pussy again? She couldn't tell. Her ass kept sucking at the thick rubber butt plug. Cars and trucks passed them, going the other direction on the highway. Their headlights seemed to leave trails in Daniella's eyes. Trails that spelled "Dominica," in long, stretched-out letters. Her hips began to rock, and the hem of the rubber miniskirt rode up to the tops of her thighs. Everything seemed so fast, unreal. Daniella began panting, squirming in the car seat, rubbing her booted feet up her calves. She could feel the rings on the boots. Like the rings were tied to her clit. To her nipples. Her eyes grew wider, and wider -- seeing everything, yet understanding less and less as each minute passed.

The minivan pulled into the parking lot, at a bar and grill named "Dominica." Daniella giggled, her mind so empty, not certain if what the sign said was real -- not caring if it was real. It was a moment or two before she realized MzDominica had opened the passenger door, and was commanding her.

"Wake up, Daniella," Mistress repeated.

Daniella blinked, feeling extremely embarrassed that she had not responded. She tried to jump out of the passenger seat, only to realize she was still locked into the seat belt. She began to look around, wildly, aching to obey, but not sure how, when MzDominica pushed the release button, and let the confused bimbo out.

"Straighten your skirt, slut," Dominica commanded, as she shut the van door.

Daniella absent-mindedly reached down, and pulled on the hem of her rubber mini-skirt. Only then did she realize she was still holding the clutch purse, the little metal studs digging into her palm. She held it up, gazing at the reflections of the parking lot lights.

"Daniellllllaaaaaa!!!" Dominica's voice stopped the slave. Held her frozen. Mindless. "Follow me, follower! Follow! Follow!" Mistress walked across the parking lot, Daniella a few paces behind her.

Inside, it was all light, and heat, and noise. People everywhere. Daniella began to feel confused. A little worried. Her pace slowed, but she continued to follow Mistress.

The hostess seemed to recognize MzDominica immediately, and guided them to a round pinewood table, where three other beautiful women were already seated, sipping on their drinks. There were introductions all around. A tall blonde, dressed entirely in red leather with black lacings, stood up and hugged Dominica, kissing her cheek. The other two, also dressed in leather, stood and exchanged hellos.

"This is Daniella?" the tall blonde asked. "She's really coming along!"

"It's her first time out," MzDominica replied. "So be nice!"

"Aww, I'm always nice," she replied, then turned to the other two. "Aren't I, girls?"

The two women looked up at the ceiling, as if something VERY interesting was going on there.

"Okay," the blonde said, throwing up her hands. "Like you two are perfect angels!" She plopped back down in her seat, and looked at Daniella, with a big smile of fake innocence. Then her gaze looked almost predatory. "For a first-timer," she said, "you look gorgeous!"

Daniella enjoyed the compliment. But something confused her. It took her a moment to realize that Dominica was still standing. Waiting. She almost lunged forward, grabbed the pinewood chair, and pulled it away from the table, offering Mistress a seat. Dominica gave her Daniella a look she couldn't quite interpret. Something between "it's about time" and "we are going to have SUCH fun!" She sat down, and the slave helped as Mistress scooted closer to the table.

One more chair remained empty. It took Daniella a moment to realize she was expected to sit. In a chair. In Mistress' presence. Like one of the girls.

She found herself taking little, mincing steps. Arrived at the chair, turned, and sat, sliding her hands under her buttocks to pull her skirt under her thighs, straightening it. Daniella found her gaze caught by Dominica's green eyes, unable to look away. She could tell, from Mistress' expression, she'd done something wrong. But she couldn't think what.

"Spread your legs, slut," Dominica commanded. Quietly. Gently. But NOT to be denied.

Daniella's knees, which had been pressed together, slowly separated. Far enough to accommodate someone's head between her legs.

"Good girl," Mistress whispered. Just as their waitress arrived.

"Good evening," she said. "I'm Janie, your server for this evening. Is there anything I can get you to drink?"

"A glass of this cabernet," Dominica replied, indicating her favorite on the wine list. "And a glass of water for my girlfriend, here."

Daniella was surprised she hadn't been allowed to order. But she was even more surprised when she looked at the wine list on the table. Everything seemed to be named after Dominica. In fact, there simply weren't any other words on the page. She started feeling dizzy again, finding it difficult to follow the conversation. Soon, she found a water glass placed in front of her, the ice floating, gently swirling around.

"Take a sip," Dominica said, simply, as the waitress passed around menus.

Daniella lifted her glass. The water felt so cool against her lips. So cool and wet, rolling over her tongue, and down her throat. She drifted a moment, engulfed in the sensation, then set her glass down on the table, noticing the crescent of reddish-brown lipstick on the rim. In slow motion, she picked up the menu, not quite seeing it. And slowly... slowly... she realized all the words on the menu were "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She looked up at Mistress' face, helplessly, realizing there was no way she could read the menu.

MzDominica smiled back, and placed her hand on Daniella's. It'll be okay, her expression said.

The sound of her water glass being refilled confused Daniella. She'd only taken a sip, right? But it seemed to be almost empty! Dominica lifted her wine glass, inhaling the aroma of the rich, red vintage.

Janie returned, almost bubbling. "So, what can I get for you, this evening?

The women began to order, asking about different entrees and making selections. Daniella felt so fuzzy, looking at her menu. "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." Her pussy was dripping.

"And you?"

It was Janie. Daniella looked up, helplessly, unable to focus on the waitress' face. Her name tag seemed to read "Dominica." Daniella tried to speak, her voice seeming to be lost...

"She'll have the quarter roasted chicken," Dominica replied. Daniella watched Janie's pen wiggle, as she wrote down the order. She seemed unfazed at Mistress ordering for someone else.

"And the side?" she asked.

"The fruit salad," Mistress replied, looking directly at Daniella.

The slave seemed to hear a buzzing in her head. The sound of her water glass being filled again woke her out of a trance she hadn't realized she'd been in. How much water had she been drinking, anyway?

Daniella shifted in her chair, the rubber skirt riding up her thighs, and realized she had an intense need to pee. Like she was going to flood the chair. Any second. She tried to remember, when she had last taken a pee. Had she released, helplessly, in the shower? She couldn't even remember the shower. She couldn't remember EVER peeing after the "dog run" around the fence this morning. The thought of being MzDominica's dog made her begin to pant. Her mouth opened, her tongue was hanging out, and she stared into space, gasping in little breaths.

"Does my little slave need to pee?" Dominica teased.

Daniella could only nod her head, squirming in her chair. She wanted to press her legs close together, she needed to pee so bad. But MzDominica's command kept her thighs spread apart. She began to moan.

"Then you know where you need to go... don't you, my slave?" MzDominica whispered. She gestured with Her wine glass, toward the restrooms, which were only a few tables away.

The slave set down her water glass -- not realizing she had picked it up. And, shakily, she stood -- not sure she could make it to the restrooms, so far away. She walked, deliberately trying to look swishy and sexy, but desperate to run into the bathroom! Closer... closer... Her mind so fuzzy... Oh, Goddess!

Daniella realized there were TWO doors. One on her right, and one on her left. Which one? Which one? Even more confusing, BOTH were labeled "Dominica." She saw the pictures on the doors, and went towards the one that seemed most familiar. A stick figure, with arms outstretched and two legs.

Suddenly, Daniella's rubber panties began to massage her sex -- SO insistently. She tried to move toward the door, and the throbbing between her legs made her stop, lose track of what she was doing, pump her hips. She looked back at MzDominica for help, and then realized what was going on. She was trying to walk into the men's room -- and it was just too far away from her Mistress. The rubber panties had started massaging her clit, forcing her to stay close to MzDominica.

There was only one restroom close enough that Daniella could enter. It had a stick figure wearing an A-line skirt, feet together. The women's room. Daniella hesitated, never having done this before. But she needed to go SOMEWHERE, or she was going to pee right here! Her eyes lost their focus, and she drifted, as she pushed the door open, and entered the women's restroom. Confused, she stood between the two rows of stalls, hearing the door creak closed behind her, and shut.

Pee... pee... pee... Daniella needed to pee. Somewhere. Anywhere. She found an open door, walked into a stall, closed the door, and lifted her rubber mini-skirt.

And found the lock on her rubber panties!

She pushed, and pulled, and wiggled. Very soon, she realized, she could not remove it. Not without the key.

Daniella heard the restroom door open. Click... click... click... The sound of MzDominica's boot heels walking closer and closer made her drift, feel so sleepy. The clicking stopped. Mistress was so tall -- Daniella realized she could see the top of Dominica's blonde hair, over the door of the stall.

"Need some help, Daniella?" Mistress asked. "Danielllllaaaaaa! Open the door for me. Open the door, my sweet, mindless rubber slave!"

Daniella's left hand continued to hold her rubber skirt high, as she undid the latch with ther right hand, and pulled the door inwards. She looked up into Mistress' green eyes, forgetting why she was here.

Dominica smiled. "I came in to check on you." She looked down at the slave's hand, exposing the rubber panties and the lock. "It looks like you need some help."

The slave suddenly remembered the immense pressure in her bladder. "Oh, please, Mistress Dominica! Please unlock me! I need to pee, so bad!" Daniella sounded more and more like a little girl every second.

"Are you begging my permission to pee, little girl?" Dominica asked?

Daniella began rocking from one foot to the other. "Yes, Mistress! Please, I beg you!"

"Then you must drop to your knees, Daniella, to beg properly," Mistress commanded. "And do NOT get a run in those hose!"

The slave carefully knelt in front of Dominica, head bowed toward her Mistress' boots. She still held the hem of her rubber skirt up at her waist, having completely forgotten she might let go of it. "Please, Mistress Dominica. I beg you to unlock me, and give me permission to pee! I am your helpless slave!"

Mistress paused a moment, held up the key in front of Daniella's eyes, teasing her with it.

"Please, Mistress! I beg you!"

Dominica held the key close to Daniella's slutty red-painted mouth. She gently stroked the cold metal back and forth across Daniella's lower lip. The slave's eyes drifted closed, and she began to moan quietly, her hips pumping. Just as her left hand began to drop, slowly, languidly, forgetting the rubber miniskirt, Dominica commanded, "Here's the key, Daniella. Unlock yourself, and have a nice, long pee."

The slave's eyes popped open, not quite focused. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"And when you're done," Dominica intoned, staring into her slave's eyes, "I want you to lock yourself back up. Come back out, sit down, and hand the key back to me. OVER the table, where everybody can see. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Good girl!" Mistress turned away from the stall and walked, click... click... click..., out of the restroom.

Daniella stood. She fumbled with the key a moment, but managed to get it into the lock. When it turned, she felt such a surge of relief, knowing that she really could unlock herself.

But that was nothing compared to the relief Daniella felt, when she finally could release. She seemed to pee gallon after gallon. The sudden loss of pressure made her feel dizzy. Her eyes closed, and her head gently tilted to her right side, as Daniella drifted into a deep trance. As she continued to pee, her unconscious mind reviewed all the triggers and instructions she had been given that day, making them stronger. Even in this deep hypnotic state, the thick, rubber butt plug never left her ass. After a while, she began to alternate -- her ass sucked on the butt plug, then her pussy squirted pee. Then her ass sucked the butt plug again, and she squirted again. Over and over, squirting a little less urine each time, until her pussy simply pumped a drop or two each time. When the slave finished, she wiped herself languidly, almost robotically. She pulled up the rubber panties and locked them on, eyes still tightly closed.

It wasn't until she found herself at the mirror, checking her hair, and refreshing her lipstick that Daniella realized she was awake. The girl smiled at the heavily painted face in the mirror, gave herself a wink, and wiggled her hips. Then she seemed to float out the door, back toward the dining room.

She was already out the door when she realized something -- she never HAD been wearing the goggles!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 4 - Hanging Around

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:04:27 -0400

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a weekend of blissful servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin. Hypnotically he/she has been chained between two pine trees, and covered with a suit of black latex. The suit responds to every little noise that goes into a microphone in a remote control, stimulating Daniella's helpless body, each sound a different way. Mistress has gone inside the cabin for a few minutes and returned, carrying something, and has commanded Daniella to drop into a deep trance.

~ Chapter 4, Hanging Around ~

Daniella rose, slowly, up out of the trance. Eyes closed. Mind completely empty and quiet. She was sucking... sucking... sucking... On something. She'd been thinking of MzDominica's pussy. But as she became more awake, the slave realized it was a hard plastic tube. Suck... swallow... suck... swallow... It tasted good. Felt so good, going down her throat.

"That's right, slut. Suck. Drink all your water."

Daniella opened her eyes. MzDominica was holding a big sipper bottle in front of her face.

"It's so easy to get dehydrated, up here in the mountains," she said. "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we, slave?"

Still sucking on the tube, Daniella gently, slowly shook her head "no."

"That's right." Dominica reached down with her other hand, and gently trailed her fingernails up and down the slave's sex, caressing it through the rubber. "We need to make sure you stay all... wet... for Dominica!"

Daniella felt the need to start panting again. But she felt compelled to suck... suck... suck... Finally, a slurping sound announced that she had reached the bottom.

Mistress watched her slave's face closely, as she continued to suck -- even though only air was coming through the tube. "Good girl!" She raised her hand from Daniella's crotch to the side of her face, and lightly stroked her cheek. Daniella could smell the slight scent of rubber on Mistress' fingers. Her eyes closed, and she began to drift again. She hardly noticed it when the tube was removed. Her lips remained pouted into a little "O", and Dominica could see the tip of her pink tongue appear and disappear, still sucking. Sucking on nothing at all. "Very good girl," she said. "Wake up, again, now!" Dominica snapped her fingers, and Daniella instantly jolted awake.

The slave absentmindedly closed her mouth, as she watched her Mistress back off a couple of steps. Dominica stooped and set down the water bottle, still holding something else. She picked up the remote control, stood and looked at the shackled slave, smiling.

"Enjoying the sounds of nature?" she teased. "Hmmm, is this thing on?" Dominica blew into the microphone, and Daniella felt little puffs of air, all over her body. Then Mistress tapped the tips of her red fingernails over the case, like rapidly typing on a keyboard. Daniella felt staccato touches, and pokes, and pin pricks, between her legs, on her back, all over her breasts, up the lengths of her arms. Dominica raked her fingernails over the microphone, and Daniella felt a stroke up her outer thigh, up her ribcage, across her back. Her back arched and her head dropped back, as she let out a little moan.

"It seems to be working," Mistress declared. She stepped close to her quivering rubber slut, and whispered, "But you need more. Don't you?"

Daniella couldn't help nodding her head "yes." Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to speak. But she couldn't resist that word, "more." She always wanted more. Needed more.

"Beg," Dominica commanded. "Beg for more, slut. You are my slave, and you must beg for me to do more things to you."

"Please, Mistress," Daniella found the words tumbling out of her. "Please, take me more. Do more things to me. Make me your whore. Make me please you. Play with my body, and my mind. I beg you, Mistress, please!"

Dominica placed her index finger over Daniella's lips, and the slave fell instantly silent.

"Hold still," MzDominica ordered. "Not that you can do much of anything else!" she chuckled, as she reached up with both hands, over Daniella's head. In a moment, the slave found her head fitted with a set of goggles. "Now, I'm sure you're thinking... No, scratch that..." Dominica began tracing a fingernail around on of Daniella's nipples. Around and around and around. "Thinking isn't something you do anymore, is it... rubber slave?"

Instantly, Daniella began to drop again, helplessly triggered by her Mistress' words.

"Deeper and deeper, rubber slave... You're EXPECTING these to be my programming goggles, aren't you? Go deeper... deeper... You're expecting them to flash pretty, bright, colored lights. Go deeper. And pretty bright words. Rubber slave. Like Obey... Obey... Aren't you, rubber slave? Deeper and deeper..." Dominica reached down, and trailed her fingernail from the edge of Daniella's rubber panties, upward along the middle of her belly, to her navel, wiggling it in her navel, just a little bit. Then upward to her chest, and back to that nipple. Around and around and around.

"But these are different," she continued. "More subtle, but just as effective. A slave of mine created them." Around and around. "To serve me. To always serve me." She stepped back. "Look up at the trees, slave. Look at the tall trees. What do they spell?"

Spell? Daniella was confused. She looked up at the pine tops. All different heights, and thicknesses. Each tree stood straight up in the air, as all pine trees do. Wait... She realized that some of the tree trunks were a little bent. This one curved a little to the left. That one leaned a bit to the right. Two trees seemed to lean toward each other. Nothing was moving... It was just that she seemed to be noticing more details. Was becoming aware of a pattern, that she hadn't noticed before.

MzDominica shifted her stance a bit, and the rustle of leaves carried through the remote control, caressing Daniella's skin, from her toes up her legs, to her dripping sex. Her hips pumped. Just once, slowly. As she continued to gaze at the trees.

Those two -- one straight and tall, one next to it curving a bit to the left. They seemed to make the letter "D". Next to them, two more trees curved toward each other. Making an "O". The next four trees were all straight, but seemed to lean toward each other in pairs, making an "M". Little by little, Daniella realized the trees spelled out the name "DOMINICA" in big, capital letters. How could she not have noticed before?

"You see it, don't you," Mistress stated. "I can tell. Good girl. Now, look at the leaves, and the pine needles on the ground."

Daniella looked downward. At first, the ground covering seemed to have no pattern at all. Just a random jumble of leaves, pine needles, bits of bark -- all dappled with shadows and sunlight shining through the trees overhead. A gentle breeze blew past, making just enough noise to make her feel like she was being massaged, all over, with soft feather pillows. As she kept looking, though, she realized that the pine needles were just like the trees. Some straight. Some curved. Gradually, Dominica's name began to appear everywhere. Spelled out in pine needles. In clumps of leaves. The dappling of sunlight seemed to form groups of dots, dots forming letters, letters spelling Dominica. Daniella looked from one point of the ground to another. Dominica's name was everywhere. In thousands of places on the ground. Plain to see. How could she have missed it?

"That's it girl," Dominica cooed. "Now I want you to keep looking around. Look at everything. Watch my name appear, everywhere you look, in everything you see."

Looking up at her Mistress' face, Daniella realized that even the strands of her hair spelled "Dominica." The shingles on the roof of the cabin spelled "Dominica." Little tufts of grass on the ground spelled "Dominica." The bark on the two pine trees, to which she was shackled. Her eyelids drooped. And her eyelashes spelled "Dominica."

"And every time you see my name, you are going to get more aroused, and feel more obedient. Every time. Every time you see my name!"

Dominica did something to the remote control. Did she just increase the intensity? Daniella felt like her sex was being gently stroked, constantly -- except that her sex seemed to extend from her toes to the tips of her fingers, chained high overhead. Again, MzDominica set the remote control down on the ground, then walked away. Each crunch, crunch, crunch of her feet on the ground made Daniella's hips buck. The leaves in Mistress' footprints spelled "Dominica." The pattern of footprints spelled "Dominica."

Daniella squeezed her eyes shut. Fighting a slight feeling of panic that had mixed in with the lust. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, colored lights flashed and sparkled. They began to cluster, to form shapes. To spell out "Dominica." Her eyes popped open.

She saw Mistress sitting down, not so very far away, in an Adirondack wooden chair, all nice and comfy, from where she could watch her slave, and still easily talk to her. Had that chair been there before? Daniella couldn't remember. The slats of wood in the chair spelled "Dominica." Mistress reached over to a small wooden table, picked up a glass of what looked like iced tea, took a sip, and set it back down. The dark liquid around the ice cubes spelled "Dominica." Mistress reached over again, picked up her laptop, settled it on her knees, and opened the top. Daniella read the name on the lid. "They make Dominica brand computers?" she thought, and giggled a little. The panic began to recede.

Mistress began to type something, and as she did, the clicking felt like thousands of tiny taps, all over Daniella's skin. Some of those taps tickled the hard nub of her aching clitoris. Her hips began slowly rocking, pumping, thrusting, over and over again. She tilted her head back, in sheer helpless pleasure, and looked up at the branches of the pine trees, that rose up on either side of her, up into the sky, framed by her upstretched arms. Every branch, every tuft of pine needles, every glimpse of clear blue sky, spelled her Mistress' name.

Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

The ringing of MzDominica's cell phone sent little spikes of pleasure/pain into Daniella's nipples. She cried out, briefly, and fell silent again, as Dominica's voice, her side of the conversation, continued to stroke little trails up and down her back and buttocks.

"Well, hello there, sweetie! How are you doing?... Yeah, I just got in last night... Mmm-hmmm. I've got a weekend... Yeah, he's here, too. Taking care of things, as always... Oh, yeah, we'll both be there -- all part of what I have planned... Well, this one's a he, but likes to be a she... Mmm-hmm..." MzDominica looked up at her quivering slave, and chuckled. "Well, she's right in front of me right now. I don't want to spoil the surprise... Oh, I'm sure she'd hear every word... Yeah... Hold on a minute, let me walk inside where I can talk." With that, she set the laptop back on the table, stood up, smiled at Daniella and waved, then walked with her cell phone inside the cabin.

Daniella was left alone, again. Out in the open air, and yet confined. In the distance, a woodpecker was rapidly knocking his beak against a tree. It might as well have been tapping right against Daniella's clit. Her hips were grinding, now, in little circles.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Was it the sound, or was it the butt plug that felt so good in her ass? The squirrel was back. She looked at the fur on its tail. Over and over again, the little hairs spelled "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." It stood up on its hind legs, little hands curled in front. Looking back and forth, nose high, sniffing the air. Daniella spread her legs a little wider, hoping it smelled her dripping pussy, through all that rubber. Hoping it would move again, just a little bit, and make more of those delicious crunching sounds.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Shackled to the pine trees. Unable to move her legs, unable to move her arms. Forgotten how to talk. Daniella stared at the squirrel, silently begging it to move. She felt so dizzy. She wanted to do anything to make the squirrel move, hop around, make crunching noises on the dry leaves and pine needles. She began gesturing the only way she could -- wiggling her hips, pushing them forward, grinding them, pumping them. The squirrel looked straight at her -- maddeningly still. Those dark, beady little eyes stared back at her, while the animal remained completely frozen. Surrounded by leaves and pine needles, all arranged to spell "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." Daniella wiggled her pussy more furiously, spreading her knees. The squirrel made one jerky movement, toward the remote control. It touched something -- but made no sound. The slave groaned in frustration!

And that groan entered the microphone on the remote control. And resounded. And reverberated. And sent little vibrations all up and down Daniella's legs, and arms, and torso. And over her aching pussy, up and down, buzzing and humming, and humming, and humming. Her eyes closed, lost in the thrumming sensations in her cunt. Up and down her arms, over her tits. Gradually, without her having any idea how long it took, the sensations stopped. Daniella's eyes half opened. Her eyelashes spelled "Dominica." She slowly blinked, and again opened her eyes.

The squirrel was still there. She stared at it, and again began pumping her pussy, wiggling her butt. She swayed her hips to the left, in a deep, sensuous arc. Then back again. Eyes always on the squirrel. It shifted, ever so slightly, staring back at her. And made a tiny chittering sound. Ohhhh, she felt that right on her clit! Then it stopped. She pumped her hips again, hoping to make the squirrel move -- just one more time!

Suddenly, the squirrel bounded off. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Daniella felt like her pussy was being whipped, and ached for it never to end! Then it felt like she was being spanked. Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Oops!" MzDominica exclaimed, as she stopped clapping. Daniella felt like a long, thick dildo had just skewered her pussy. Dominica chuckled, and Daniella could feel herself being tickled everywhere at once. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Thump! Thump! Dominica's footsteps, and the sounds of her picking up the remote had Daniella thrashing around, her hips thrusting violently, trying to impale her aching cunt on thin air. One final click of a button, that felt like the crack of a whip across her shoulders, and Mistress had turned off the microphone. Daniella stood between the pine trees, legs spread, arms wide and high, eyes closed, gasping for air.

The caress of Dominica's hand on her cheek brought her to open her eyes again, still panting.

"Such a beautiful, dirty slut," Mistress said. That and the big smile on Dominica's face made Daniella feel so happy. Happy, and completely mindless. "I've never seen such a wonderful kootch dance -- for a squirrel, of all things." She continued to caress Daniella's cheeks. First the right, then the left. "Mmmm.... If I hadn't gotten here sooner, that randy little rodent would probably have had you on the ground, humping your little brains out, wouldn't he?"

The caresses, and the soothing tone of Mistress' voice, sent Daniella deeper and deeper. Drifting. Squirrel? Would she have humped a squirrel? She was trying to remember if there was anything that would have stopped her... The slave's breathing became slower and quieter. Deeper. Relaxing. Swaying gently with each caress. Her eyes opened a little, and she saw Mistress' face. Her mouth curved upward, in a big, sleepy smile.

"Listen to me, Daniella. My pretty Daniella. Danielllaaaaaaa!" Mistress' voice made the slave drift even more. "Watch the black latex, as the black rubber suit recedes. It draws back up your arms. Up your legs. Exposing your skin again. Feel it slide over your shoulders... your back... your big, rubber covered breasts. They suddenly become naked. Feel the weight, as your breasts hang down, no longer supported by the rubber. Feel the cool air on your naked tummy. Just the panties are left. The rubber panties. Holding you so tight. Holding your aching pussy... Holding that beautiful, thick, black, rubber butt plug... So firmly in your ass."

Daniella couldn't help herself. She started panting again.

"Relax, now, Daniella. Let it all go. Become quiet. Drift. Just float here. Just float, for a moment. My pretty girl. Let your breathing slow. Slow and deep. Relax. I am removing the shackles from your hands and feet. Relax. But I am leaving the goggles on. For a little while longer. Let your hands drop now. Relax."

Daniella's arms dropped, loosely. Then she slowly crumpled to the ground in a little heap. Like a puppet, whose strings had been cut -- underwater. Dropping down so slowly. So blissfully happy, drifting. She couldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down. She opened her eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in the trees. Unable to stop herself, she began to wiggle her ass again.

"Mmmmm, my lovely little programmed slut," Dominica cooed. "Wake up, now, Dan. Wake up. Open your eyes!" She snapped her fingers, loudly -- one, two, three times!

On the ground, Dan shook his head, trying to clear it. He wanted to reach up and rub his eyes -- but his arms wouldn't move. Of course, with the goggles in the way, that would have been difficult anyhow. He still saw Dominica's name everywhere he looked. On the ground. In the trees. He realized the pattern of reflections on her satin blouse also spelled "Dominica."

"How are you feeling?" Mistress asked. She towered over him, so tall, standing there next to him, kneeling on the ground. "Are you okay?"

It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "I'm fine, Mistress," he replied. He found himself grinning, probably looking utterly stupid. "That was an awful lot of fun!" His voice felt scratchy. Dry.

"Mmmm, I can tell, you need some more water," Dominica said, as she ruffled his hair. "And lunch."

Lunch? How long HAD he been chained there between the pine trees? Dan looked up, and felt surprised that he couldn't see any chains dangling from the trunks. The trees with Dominica's name spelled in bark, all up and down and around them.

"Crawl over here," she said, walking toward the Adirondack chair and the table. There was a plate on the table, with a sandwich. And another glass of iced tea. In front of the chair were two doggie dishes -- one with water, and one filled with slices of all kinds of fruit. Bananas, strawberries, oranges, melons.

Dan started to follow, and discovered his arms wouldn't work. He couldn't support himself. He looked up at Mistress, pleadingly, as she turned and sat down in the chair. One shiny booted leg on either side of the bowls. She looked back at him, saying nothing, one eyebrow raised. Dan's hands flopped down on the ground in front of him, and he scooted forward on his knees, lurching toward Mistress' chair. She watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he'd say anything. But Dan pushed himself forward with his legs, hands and elbows flopping on the ground. Shortly, Mistress nodded, then reached over to the table, picked up the sandwich, and took a bite. While she did, she spread her legs, just a little farther apart, shifting the position of her boots, stretching her legs outward. Dan unconsciously inhaled a sharp breath, and began scooting along the ground faster. Soon, he was on the ground at the bowls between Dominica's legs. Awaiting instructions.

"Cannot move your hands, little slut?" Dominica teased. "You don't really need them, for what I'm going to do with you next." She leaned forward, just a little bit. Dan's eyes were torn between trying to look up her skirt and trying to look down her blouse. And those boots, on his right and his left! He began to shiver. "That's right, slave. Scoot forward a little more. You don't need your hands." She leaned over even farther, and whispered hotly, "Just your tongue!"

Dan's hands were beginning to recover some feeling, but still he could barely move them. He shuffled forward on his knees, letting his arms and elbows support him in front, having no control over where they flopped. When he got close enough, Mistress told him, by exclaiming, "Very good -- BOOT SLAVE!!!"

Dan's eyes closed, as he immediately dropped into a deep trance.

"Good... boot slave! Drop deeper... and deeper... Boot slave! See my hypnotic boots, to either side of you! Open your eyes, boot slave! Look at my hypnotic boots."

Dan forced his eyes open. He wanted to look at Mistress' shiny black boots, so much, nothing else seemed to matter.

"Very good! Now... boot slave... keep your eyes open! I want you to lean forward, over the bowl of fruit, and take a bite."

Dan flopped his elbows under him, shifting his weight, until his face was over the doggie dish full of fruit. Looking down, he realized the pieces were arranged to spell "Dominica." In fact, even the crinkles on the little orange section in front of him spelled "Dominica." A big ripe strawberry made him feel so fuzzy, because the seeds seemed to be clustered in little letters, all over the surface, spelling "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." As commanded, he opened his mouth, and with his lips and teeth, grabbed the strawberry. He waited, for Mistress' next command.

"Chew it and swallow, little boot slave!"

Dan started shaking, as he slurped the piece of fruit into his mouth, bit into it, tasting its delightful mixture of tartness and sweetness. The crunching of the seeds seemed to make his head vibrate. His eyes began to drift closed again.

"Lick my boot... boot slave!" Mistress commanded.

Dan quickly swallowed the strawberry, and began licking Dominica's nearest boot -- the left one. His tongue ran up from the tip, to the instep. Then further up, next to the lacings. Did they really spell "Dominica"? He leaned forward, trailing his tong along the inside of her calf...

"Take another bite of fruit, slave" she commanded.

Dan shifted his weight, and brought his face over the bowl again. Without even looking, he bit into the nearest piece of fruit his mouth touched. A slice of banana.

"Chew it. Swallow."

Dan obeyed, trying to remember if his eyes should be opened or closed. The smooth texture of the banana slid down his throat, its vanilla-like scent seemed to cover his face.

"Boot, slave. Lick my boot. The right one, this time!"

Dan shifted again. Though he didn't realize it, he had recovered the use of his arms, and he now placed his hands on either side of Mistress' right boot. His mind felt empty -- and at the same time, stuffed with cotton. So empty, so fuzzy. There seemed to be a buzz between his ears. His tongue trailed upward, his cheek resting against the cool, shiny leather.

"Fruit! Take another bite of fruit, slave!"

Back to the bowl. Dan wasn't even sure what his mouth had grabbed. It was the orange slice. He bit into it, and a squirt of juice shot up onto his face. Dan slurped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"Boot! Lick my boot. Left one!"

More quickly, this time, Dan brought his tongue to Dominica's leather-covered toes. He could barely keep his eyes open. All he could think of was the smell of the leather, the mental image of its shiny surface. His drool dripped over Mistress' boot, onto the ground.

"Fruit!"

Dan shifted back, took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed.

"Boot!"

Back to the other boot. Lick. His hips were pumping, his cock aching to cum. His mouth kissed Mistress' calf, as his tongue traced upward toward her knee.

"Fruit!"

Down on the ground. Face in the bowl. Bite. Chew. Swallow.

"Boot!"

Up to the left. Tonguing, licking, hips pumping. Panting, now.

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dan faded into consciousness while he was patting a towel against the rubber panties. He was holding them in one hand, inside out, and blotting off the water. Disoriented, he looked up, and around, and realized he was in the bathroom again. He must have taken another shower. And taken off the rubber panties, to rinse them off. The rubber felt so good. So soft, and squishy, and floppy. Experimentally, he squeezed his thumb and fingers over the front, trying to tell if it really was thicker there than elsewhere. He found himself running his hand over the rubber, feeling that delightful sensation of catch-and-slide, as his fingers trailed over the front.

The plastic container of talcum powder was on the counter top, near the sink. Dan set the panties down, picked up the container, lightly dusted his hands and smoothed the talc all over his thighs, buttocks, and crotch. His fingers wanted to stay at his crotch, slowly stroking the hard shaft that was there. Oh, Goddess, he needed to cum, so bad! He stroked, and stroked... trying to remember how to cum. How to make that final, little connection, that would let him release. Stroking and stroking, he could feel the pressure building... so close... so close... Then it simply went away. His cock suddenly went limp, beyond his control. Dan was tempted to whimper -- just a little bit. But he could tell, Mistress had plans for him. And he knew, very clearly, he had no choice but to obey.

The black rubber panties were dry, now. Dan turned them right side out, bent over, stepping into them, one leg at a time, and pulled the soft, smooth rubber up his thighs. The panties molded themselves around his cock and aching balls. He began to feel fuzzy, again. So delightfully fuzzy and dizzy...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Good girl!"

Daniella heard MzDominica's voice, and realized she was kneeling before her Mistress again, rubber panties so tight, gently massaging her clit. She needed to cum so bad. She needed to obey so bad. She needed to obey. Obey. Obey. Obey.

"Stand up, my little slut. And come sit over here, in front of the mirror. We're going to work on your hair and make up."

Without a thought in her head, Daniella stood, and did as she was told, sitting on the stool in front of the vanity. She gazed into the mirror, only vaguely aware of her reflection -- and it took a moment for her to realize she was no longer wearing the goggles. Because everywhere she looked, she saw Dominica's name. The labels on the jars. The folds and shadows of the scarves. The curtains behind her, reflected in the mirror. Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

"We're going to get you all pretty... and slutty... For when we go out tonight!"

Daniella's eyes popped wide open.

Out?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniella felt that sense of panic returning. She looked up at Mistress, her eyes pleading.

"Mistress, bla ma na pa bla pah na fah ma nah!"

Dominica's standing form towered over the slave. Daniella didn't realize it, but she had started stroking her nipples. She held one hand on each breast, fingers circling around and around, while her hips started rocking gently, pressing her sex into the seat beneath her. Mistress leaned forward, her breasts jiggling in the satin blouse. Daniella wanted to cum so much!

"What did you say, my little slave?"

"Nah! Mah ng pha wa ba na! Fah! Maf ma na na pha!"

"Such nonsense! You know what it means when you try to speak, and nonsense comes out, don't you? Satinaaaaa! Danielllaaaaaaa!"

"Mah!," Daniella replied. Her eyes had started to fill with tears. She shook her head. "Magnh! Fah ka ma! Mmmnnnn!" Yet her hands kept stroking her nipples, began gently raking her fingernails over them. Her hips started to buck. She couldn't take her eyes off MzDominica's face. Could not look away from her Mistress's gaze.

"Yes," Dominica soothed. "You know what it means. You start speaking nonsense, rolling your nipples. You can't resist your programming. You just can't help yourself. It means you're trying to resist me. It means you're trying to resist the very thing you want the most. Aren't you... Daniella? Danielllllaaa! Satiiinaaaaa!"

Daniella's eyes were on Mistress' eyes. Then on her mouth, watching as her lips formed words. Then her gaze was somewhere... otherworldly. She looked toward Mistress' face, but her mind drifted, hazy and blank.

"That's right, my little slave. Think back. You can remember. If you try..."

Daniella's hands were stroking furiously now.

"When you arranged this weekend with me... Think now...."

"Nah!" Daniella replied, weakly, staring into space. Staring at nothing.

"You said you especially wanted to overcome your inhibitions..." Dominica continued.

"Mmmpphhhhffftt!" Daniella replied.

"Your reluctance to go out in public... en femme!" Dominica stared, directly into her slave's eyes, her face inches away.

Daniella stared back, lost in the green whirling spirals of her Mistress' eyes. "Mmmnha!" she replied, becoming quieter. Weaker. Her stroking slowed. Slowed. Her fingers came to a stop, just gently holding on. Her hips froze, thrust forward, buttocks so tight, sex straining against the rubber panties. She grew so very quiet. So still. Scarcely breathing. She blinked. Inhaled. Exhaled. Her hips gently relaxed. She blinked again. Breathed quietly another couple of moments, staring into space, her gaze so far away, her face so calm. Her eyes had stopped blinking. "Yes, Mistress," she finally replied. Her voice was barely above a breath. Her hands seemed to drift, as if underwater, down to her lap. Resting palm upwards on her thighs.

Dominica smiled, and trailed a finger down Daniella's left cheek, down her neck. Down to her breast. Circling and circling the left nipple. Daniella's breathing became very slow and deep. Her eyes closed, languidly. Then re-opened. Blinking, finally... in slow motion.

"Good girl, my sleepy slave." Dominica's voice deepened the spell that calmed Daniella's fears. "Let yourself drift, now. Remember, we're actually doing what you want most, in the whole, wide world. Take your time. Enjoy it." She leaned closer and whispered in Daniella's ear. "I KNOW that I will!"

MzDominica took hold of Daniella's shoulders, and gently swiveled her on the stool, away from the mirror. She reached over to the vanity, and from a little box withdrew two disposable gloves of thin latex. Daniella dropped deeper into trance at the sight of the nearly transparent rubber gloves. Then Dominica picked up a jar, and was soon applying a foundation to Daniella's face. The smell of the rubber mixed with the sweet, yet clay-like scent of the makeup. The silky feel of her Mistress' fingers, gliding over her face, made Daniella feel so happy, so obedient, so aroused. Dominica smoothed the cream over her forehead, and around the slave's cheeks and nose, making sure everything was smooth, even, no clumping in those little creases around the nostrils, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her eyes. A gentle brushing of Dominica's hands spread the foundation down Daniella's neck, minimizing the edges of her jaw and chin.

As Mistress began to brush powder onto her face, Daniella found herself trying to remember what had happened at lunch. She remembered herself as Dan, which was confusing enough. But what had happened when she had finished the fruit... when the bowl had become empty? Dan recalled he had begun licking Dominica's boots, up and down, following her command to remove all traces of fruit juice. She had told him to lose himself in the licking. In the bright flashes of light on the smooth, black leather. In the soft, cool feel of her boots against his cheek. To go blank... blank... blank... continue licking, and to listen very, very carefully...

Mistress was brushing blush onto her cheeks, now. Daniella's eyes drifted closed, as she tried to remember. Some commands...? Instructions...? Her face felt so warm. Was there something in the foundation? She felt so hot, and fuzzy, as if she'd been drugged. She wasn't sure any more if the rubber panties were still massaging her sex. Her pussy was constantly pulsing. Throbbing. Her nipples ached. Languidly, her eyes opened, then closed again. She felt the applicator, as MzDominica applied layer after layer of eye shadow to her lids. Mistress' hand brushed Daniella's right nipple, and her mouth dropped open in a gasp.

"Good girl. Open that mouth nice and wide. Now keep it open, but tighten those lips, just a little. In a big, round 'O'."

Daniella obeyed, her eyes still closed.

"Damn, girl! That looks so delicious, I want to fuck your mouth with a strap-on! Now, hold still!"

Suddenly, she felt Mistress applying lip liner to her stretched upper lips, from the center under her nose, out and down to the left corner. Then again from center, out and down to the right. Then to her lower lips, gently back and forth, the movement lulling her again into a light trance. The sensuous glide of the applicator, not quite tickling. She strained to open her eyes, to see what was going on. And saw Mistress' gloved hand, so close to her face, as she felt the hand gliding lipstick onto her upper lips, in gentle, little strokes. Then on her lower lip, with longer strokes.

"There!" Mistress declared. She stood up, and swiveled Daniella's shoulders toward the vanity mirror again. "Look at yourself, girl!"

Daniella looked at her beautifully made-up, extremely slutty face. Her eyebrows had been turned into high, rounded arches, making her expression seem slightly vacant. The eye shadow was in three colors, shading from silver to aqua to purple. Eyeliner on her lower lids made her eyes seem bigger, her gaze even more mindless. Her lips were deep red, outlined with an even deeper shade -- almost brown. Were her eyelashes really that long? She couldn't remember Mistress applying false ones. But the slut in the mirror looked ready to do anything. Absolutely anything. That blush in her cheeks wasn't from embarrassment -- but from the heat of naked lust! She squirmed even more on the stool, her fingers rising up to caress her nipples again. A stray thought wondered if the squirrel liked heavy makeup.

"Oh, Goddess, thank you," she said, "I look beautiful!" And then she turned to MzDominica and the words just tumbled out of her mouth. "Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me cum! I need to cum so bad. I think I'm going crazy! Please!"

"Mmmmmm, no cum yet, my little slave!" Mistress replied, chuckling. "Gotta keep you nice and motivated!" She removed the latex gloves, turning them inside out, and dropped them into the nearby trash basket. She handed Daniella a tissue. "Now blot your lips." She waited, as Daniella folded the tissue, brought it to her mouth, pressed her lips around it. The tip of her tongue barely touched the paper, feeling so dry and rough, yet soft. Everything felt so intense! Mistress took the tissue, now marked with a red kiss, and discarded it. "Good girl. Now, turn back to the mirror, and hold still. I have a surprise for you."

Daniella had to struggle to keep her hips from rocking. As she watched, MzDominica opened a big box on the vanity, and took out a wig on a wig stand. To say it was blonde would have been missing the point. While the overall impression was of blonde hair, it was subtly enhanced with streaks of lighter blonde, pink champagne, hints of brown, strands of green, highlights of purple. One look at that hair, and you knew one basic thing about the person under it -- she was here to parrrrr-ty!

The slave panted, repeatedly whispering, "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," as Mistress Dominica lifted the wig, and settled it on Daniella's head, tucking strands of the slave's own hair underneath. Mistress adjusted the position, then took up a hairbrush. She lightly brushed and feathered the wig, making it look fuller, larger, more a natural part of Daniella's head. Emphasizing those slutty eyes, the blushing cheeks. Daniella could not stop looking in the mirror. It was all she could do to avoid licking her lips, over and over, knowing that would ruin her makeup.

Dominica leaned close to Daniella's left ear. "Now, my little slut," she whispered, "I want you to put these on." She held her hand in front of Daniella. In it were two gold earrings, with little pearls inset toward the tops. Their design looked innocent enough, until you looked closer. And realized each one looked like an open vagina, with the pearl as the clitoris. Daniella's sex pulsed, so strongly, and she shivered as she picked up the earrings. She had to stop and calm herself to stop the shaking, before putting each earring into the piercings in her ears, first the left, then the right. She couldn't stop thinking about them, wondering who might see, what they might think. Knowing, whatever they thought, that they were probably right -- she was a slut!

"Now, slave," Dominica continued, "I want you to join me in your room again. Walk, this time, instead of crawling. You're going to be walking for the rest of the evening." She smiled, a bit crookedly. "Well, mostly!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daniella felt so strange, so... tall... walking through the cabin. She had arrived, what, only yesterday evening? And had walked in then, when she had brought the luggage into the bedrooms. But she'd been on her knees almost every moment since. It was like returning to a place she had been to only as a child, after growing up into an adult. Everything seemed smaller, lower down. She still felt dizzy. And hot. And so achingly horny. Dressed only in her tight rubber panties and the wig, she walked through the hallway behind MzDominica. Mistress' boots, and the round globes of her ass, made Daniella want to drop to the floor, kneel, beg to lick her Mistress. Standing erect was somehow harder to do than crawling all the time. She craved to crawl. But she had to obey!

She followed Mistress into the bedroom. Mistress turned, sat on the bed, and watched as Daniella entered through the doorway. The slave's knees automatically started to buckle, but she caught herself, before dropping to a kneeling position. She straightened up, and stood, hands quietly at either side. Awaiting Mistress' next command.

"Time to get dressed, now, slave. My sexy bimbo rubber slave." Mistress' words made it so hard for Daniella to think. "Open the suitcase again, now, and see what I have for you!"

Daniella's skin was tingling. She was shaking again. Panting. It was so strange, looking DOWN at the suitcase. But she knew beyond any doubt that it contained something delightful. She lifted the lid, and found a package of hose, with several other shiny things under it. Before she could look at what was so shiny, Dominica commanded her.

"Open the hose, and put it on. Sit on your pallet, my little rubber slut!"

Resisting the extremely strong impulse to simply drop and crawl, Daniella walked to her pallet, turned, and began to let her bottom sink down. Suddenly, she wasn't sure whether to keep her legs together -- so ladylike -- or to let them spread wide, ankles crossed. She started to try gliding down with her knees together...

"Knees apart, slave!" Dominica commanded. "I want your legs spread open, like the slut you are!"

Daniella obeyed immediately, giggling a little insider her head, because it was easier anyway! She flumphed down onto the pallet, and opened the package. She could tell, the panty hose was dark, and textured. Little lace-like filigrees decorated the surface, all over. Then she looked more closely, and realized those little loops and whorls of the pattern were fancy handwriting spelling "Fuck Me" over and over, from top to toe. She began panting again.

"Like them?" MzDominica asked.

"Oh, Goddess! Where DO you find these things?"

"Maybe I'll tell you, someday. Now, slide them on your legs. I want you to show me how sexy you can be, putting on hose!"

Daniella unwrapped the hose from around the cardboard insert, and began to gather the material of one leg. Sexy, huh? Suddenly, she wanted to show Mistress just how sexy she could be! She teased each inch of hose up onto her thumbs, pulling with her index and middle fingers. A broad smile played over her lips, as she looked up at her Mistress. Inch by inch by inch, gathering up the material into a little donut around her thumbs. She looked up at Mistress again, licked her deep, red lips, and slowly lifted her left leg upward, bending the knee till it was right under her chin. She looked down, inserted her toe into the donut, and then slowly began to extend her leg, out and down, as she let the material play out, and stretched it over her calf. When her leg was completely straight, she looked up again, raised an eyebrow at Mistress, looked down again, tugged the material over her knee, and halfway up her thigh. Then she let go, and stroked her hands up her thigh, one hand on either side. One up to her left hip, one up to her... pussy...

Daniella suddenly felt very dizzy, trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing. Her pussy needed so much attention! She looked down at her leg, encased in dark, patterned panty hose, and noticed the little trail of material next to it. The other leg. That was it. She closed her eyes, almost losing consciousness. Took a breath. Reached down to the little trail of silky material, and spread it open. She began gathering the hose into a donut again. Inch by inch. She wasn't even aware that her mouth was open, panting, gasping for air, breathing more and more raggedly as each inch gathered into a donut between her thumbs. It wasn't intentional that her wrists just happened to brush against her hard nipples. But the touch made her let out a brief cry. She looked up at Dominica with mindless desperation, now, wanting to cum so bad! Looking down. Gathering the hose up, pulling with the fingers, onto the thumbs. She was still gathering when she realized she'd reached the toe.

It took a moment to remember what to do next. Sexy. Yes. Sexy. She slowly lifted her right leg, up past her face this time, and inserted the toe into the hose. Pushing her leg in, pulling the material around, she read "Fuck Me" over and over on the surface of her leg, and her hips started pumping again. She moaned, just a little. Over the knee, the straightening the leg. She paused a moment, getting her bearings. Then began pulling the hose up her thighs, first the right, then the left, stretching, stretching, rocking her bottom back and forth, till the tops were up around her buttocks, up to her waist.

Daniella panted, mouth slack, staring at nothing in particular. Lost in the feel of the silky hose, tight around her legs. All over her calves. Up her thighs. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Only up to her panty hose, so far! Wait till Daniella sees the rest of her ensemble for the evening!

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 3 - First Morning

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:58:50 -0400

Synopsis: Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin. On her command, he cleaned himself out with several huge, warm enemas (ohhhhhhhh, yummy!), then inserted a thick butt plug which will be inside him all weekend. Then she covered a dildo with her pussy juices, pushed it into his mouth, and set him on a rubber-covered pallet to sleep, with orders NOT to rub his aching cock on the seductively soft rubber surface.

~ Chapter 3, First Morning ~

Even in Dan's dreams, MzDominica continued to stimulate his sex -- insistently, relentlessly -- commanding him to serve her. He licked Dominica's boots -- up, up, up, to her soft, creamy thighs -- only to have her stop him, just as his tongue was about to touch her skin. He could smell her skin. He could smell her pussy... so close. So warm, and musky. In his sleep, he sucked on the dildo, tasting her juices, smelling her scent, imagining her cumming and squirting around the dildo, through the dildo. Down to her feet, again. Now they were naked, and he licked between her toes, under her toes. He wanted to cradle her feet in his hands -- but his hands were beneath him, useless, paralyzed somehow. Lick, lick, lick. His entire world focused down to his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his nose -- and what he could do with them, to please his Mistress.

His eyes opened. Not quite awake, but realizing he was still in the bedroom, in darkness. On the pallet. His cock was on fire, and yet it felt numb. He needed to stroke it. But he couldn't let go of the thick rubber cocks. He needed to pee. So badly! Oh, Goddess, all that water, from the enemas! He began waking up, just a little. The rubber was all around, under him. So soft. Felt so good on his aching nipples. He circled his breasts around in a little figure eight, feeling the rubber catch on his skin, then slide, sending little jolts of pleasure that crept through his chest and up the back of his neck. He wanted it to touch his cock. Just a little. If he could just pump his hips downward, just for a second... Dominica's green eyes appeared in his mind. He couldn't look away. Her eyes swirled, making him sleepy. Need to remain still. Need to sleep. Need to pee... Pee... Need to stroke aching cock... Need to pee... Need to... Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...

Dan was kneeling on the floor, his head raised up to the bed, face down in the covers. Dominica sat on the bed, her right thigh against his right cheek. So soft and smooth. Cool and warm at the same time. He wanted so much to move his head, around her thigh, to find her warm, wet pussy -- but he couldn't move. He was frozen in place. Panting... panting... His tongue lolled out of his mouth...

Dan's eyes opened. Another sex dream! He needed to fuck! He needed to stroke! He needed to pee! His eyes focused on nothing in the darkness, not even thinking of the dildo that his mouth was so automatically sucking. His hands worked the other two thick dildos, furiously, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing! Hoping to feel the rubbing against his cock, like he had in the car, in his mind, inside his/her pussy. Dan's hips started to strain downward toward the soft, rubber sheet. Just one stroke! Just one -- she won't mind! His legs froze, he saw her green, swirling eyes, and his mind drifted... drifted...

Dan's nose nuzzled against Dominica's clit. Her labia spread around his face, wide and puffy and wet, as he made little figure-eight's against her clit with his nose. His long tongue slurped out, and licked a trail from the base of her pussy up to her clit. Dan's cheeks felt cool as Dominica's legs spread further apart, opening her pussy wider to his mouth, tilting her pink ass-bud up where he could reach it with his tongue. Slurp... slurp... slurp... Her hands dug into the hair at the back of his head, and pulled him in tighter against her crotch...

Dildo dropping out of his mouth, Dan panted as his eyes opened yet again. The room was no longer dark. On the floor in front of him was a little, plastic toy dog. Dan's mouth dropped open, and he panted some more. Woof! Need to pee. Need to peeeeeee! Neeeeeeeed to peeeeeee! Dan/Woof crawled off the pallet, absent-mindedly leaving the rubber dildos behind, and padded out of the room, down the hallway, to the front door. There, he dropped down to the floor and began to whine, head against the door.

The doorway to MzDominica's room nearby was open. She was already up, just finishing breakfast at the dining table. With a big smile on her face, she walked causally toward Dan and stood next to him. Holding a leash and dog collar.

"Hmmm.... Poor little doggie needs to go for a walk?" she teased. She dangled the leash next to Dan's head. He looked back at her and nodded, whining a little more. She swung the hoop of the leash back and forth... back and forth...

Dan's mind was becoming fuzzy again. Dominica reached past him, and opened the door. The morning light streamed in. Dan was torn between looking out and watching the swinging leash. Mistress leaned forward, hands around his neck, and deftly wrapped the collar around him, buckling it in place. She trailed a long fingernail down his cheek, staring closely into his eyes. A heartbeat. Two. It seemed forever. It was over too quickly. Mistress stood up, towering over him. All he could see was her shiny, black boots, which seemed to go up and up her legs, forever.

"Outside, doggie," she said.

Something in the back of Dan's mind resisted. Outside? Exposed to the world? Naked? He was beginning to rise out of trance, out of fear, out of danger...

Dominica leaned forward and held a little rubber doggie bone in front of Dan's nose. "Sniff," she said. He could already smell the rubber. His mind began to drift. Dan took a slow, deep breath through his nose, letting the scent of that rubber stroke the back of his nasal passages, the back of his throat, the back of his mind. His conditioning asserted itself, so strongly. "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica." It repeated over and over in his head. What he could see didn't seem so important, as what he could smell. The sweet, mind-numbing scent of the rubber.

MzDominica stroked the rubber bone under Dan's nose, over his lips. His eyes closed, and his ears seemed to hear that rushing of the ocean again. She ran the tip of the rubber bone from the bridge of his nose, downward, over the tip, down to his lips. Helplessly, mindlessly, Dan kissed it. She trailed it over his chin, down his neck, to the edge of the collar. Dan whined, whimpered, groaned -- neither he nor Dominica was certain which. She smiled, held the bone directly in front of his nose, and squeezed it briefly a couple of times.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

Dan/Woof heard the squeaky toy, and his eyes popped open.

Dominica teased him, "Nice, rubber squeaky toy, for my little doggie. You want it? You have to come out. You want to pee? You have to come out!"

Dan/Woof's bladder was about to explode!

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

Dominica gently tugged Dan's leash, and began to walk out the door. The morning sun glinted off her shiny black boots. All resistance gone, Dan rose up on all fours and began to crawl after her.

She led him slowly out the door, down the porch, past the mini-van, to the short fence that surrounded the cabin. Only waist-high, but it formed a perimeter around the entire property. Dan hadn't even noticed it when they had pulled in, the evening before. Dominica guided him toward the gate, at the end of the walkway. Then she pointed at one corner of the gate.

"Pee," she commanded.

Dan/Woof was too deeply tranced now, to refuse. And he needed to pee, so bad! It was getting impossible to hold in the pee. His bladder was starting to cramp and loosen at the same time. Only a second or two, and he wouldn't be able to control it at all! He crawled swiftly over to the gate, angled his body parallel to the fence. Lifted his left leg. And he began to pee. Ohhhhhhhh, so good! The relief was so...

"Stop!" MzDominica commanded. "Follow!" she said, and tugged on his leash.

Dan felt his bladder clench up, and refuse to pee any more! But he was full to bursting! He followed his Mistress, crawling along the fence, a few feet away, just past some flowers.

"Pee," she commanded again.

Dan/Woof lifted his leg quickly, this time, and let loose a stream...

"Stop!" she commanded. "Follow."

Dan's bladder clenched up again. The pain was excruciating! He needed to pee! Pee! Pee! Pee! He needed to just let go and let it all flow out, so badly!

Dominica led him to the corner of the fence. "Pee," she commanded. Dan began to pee again. "Stop!" she commanded. Almost, almost, Dan could have whined. But he could not disobey. He followed, further along the fence.

"Pee!" "Stop!" "Pee!" "Stop!"

Every little chance to pee made his aching bladder feel better. But every stop was driving him insane. With the need to release. The need to pee more. The pain of stopping in mid-stream. The pleasure of obeying his Mistress. Pee/stop. A few more feet. Pee/stop. Around and around the fence. Oh, so good to let go! Oh, the ache of having to stop!

Eventually, Dan/Woof found himself back at the front gate again. Shaking. Shivering. Still needing to pee! All he could see was her boots. All he could think of was obedience.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed. She stroked the top of Dan/Woof/Daniella's head, down the back of his neck. "Now, follow again. Over here to the corner!" She tugged on the leash, and squeezed the rubber bone. Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Dan almost ran, on all fours, hurrying to keep up. "Here, girl. Pee. Let it all out, little doggie. Pee and pee and pee, till you're all empty!"

Dan pounced into the corner, where he'd been just a few minutes before, and let all the pee run out, in a long, warm stream. His eyes rolled upward in his head and his eyelids closed, from the sheer pleasure of total, abandoned release.

Dominica trailed her fingers along his left cheek. "Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl. I'll tell you why, later. But right now," she squeaked the rubber bone, "it's breakfast time! Follow, little doggie! Follow your Mistress!" Daniella/Woof's tongue lolled out of her mouth, as she followed, bounding, after MzDominica, returning to the front porch. The slave didn't even notice that there was a second vehicle parked next to the mini-van. A small convertible, with the top down.

"Wipe your feet!" Dominica commanded, as they reached the threshold. Daniella/Woof rubbed her hands and knees on the doormat, scraping off the dirt, as Dominica opened the door again. She followed as Dominica led her to the kitchen.

There, on the floor, were the two pet dishes again. One with warm oatmeal -- maple and brown sugar -- the other with water.

Dominica led her slave over to the corner. Daniella/Woof felt suddenly so intensely hungry.

"Not yet, not yet, my little pet," Dominica gently tugged on the leash, back, then upward. "Sit up, paws in the air!" Daniella/Woof sank back on her heels, and held her hands high. "Good girl! Now beg! Beg for your breakfast!" The slave waved her hands in the air, close together, gazing into Dominica's deep green eyes. "Hold it... hold it... Good girl! Down, now. Let me take your collar off." She quickly unbuckled the collar, and gave the back of Daniella's head a couple of brisk rubs. The slave's eyes closed, and she arched her neck, pushing her head against Dominica's hand. "Good girl. Mmmmm, you like it when I call you good girl, don't you? Good girl! Yes. Now you may eat your breakfast. And be sure to drink all your water!"

Daniella bent forward and began licking little dollops of oatmeal out of the bowl, then turning to the other bowl and lapping up some water, then back to the oatmeal. Little by little, she finished the cereal. And just as she was licking the last bit of oatmeal out of the dish, Dominica bent down and slid another little plastic animal in front of her. This time, it was a fluffy, white cat. Daniella felt dizzy. She stared at the cat. And pushed her back and buttocks back, in a long, lazy stretch.

"That's right, my little pussy cat. That's right," Dominica crooned. Mistress purred at her slave, and Daniella purred back. Dominica smiled broadly. "You've finished your breakfast, little pussy," a glint in her eyes, "but you have oatmeal all over your face. My little kitty cat needs to wash, don't you? You remember how to wash?"

More and more dazed, Daniella reached her right hand up to her face, gently balled into a fist, and rubbed it over her cheek, getting some of the oatmeal on her hand. Then she licked the back of her hand, swallowing the oatmeal, and repeated with the left hand. Back and forth, right hand, left hand, licking, licking, licking. Her hands and face were slick and shiny with saliva mixed with oatmeal. The slave looked up at Mistress, with a big cat-like smile on her face, gazing into Dominica's eyes, and purred again.

MzDominica laughed -- gently, but her slave did look so cute. And a little ridiculous. "All right, Daniella, you cute little pussy cat. Little pussy. Little wet pussy. Time to get yourself wetter. Mmmmm. Time to get really cleaned up -- time for a shower." She reached forward and snapped her fingers. "Wake up, Daniella. Be my little human slave, now."

Daniella's head suddenly cleared, like fog being blown away by a sudden breeze. She realized she was crouched on the kitchen floor, Mistress towering over her, and felt so silly. But she was having an awful lot of fun!

"Crawl to the bathroom now, slave, and get yourself all scrubbed clean. When you're done, I want you in your bedroom again." She leaned downward, the closeness of her breasts making it difficult again for Daniella to think. "And while you're in the shower, I want you to try to guess what is the next delightful rubber treat I have for you in that great, big suitcase."

Daniella shivered, and realized the butt plug had started fucking her again. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... She started to crawl out of the kitchen, then remembered she had two dirty dishes next to her on the floor. She turned, and started to pick them up.

"Leave those," Dominica commanded. "They'll be taken care of." Daniella turned, a little confused, and started crawling away again. Dominica gave her a firm swat on her naked behind. "Get a move on, now!"

In the bathroom, Daniella stood up, for the first time in so many hours. It almost seemed unnatural, standing and walking on two feet. She looked in the mirror, and saw the slick sheen on her face, the little flecks of oatmeal. "Oh well," she thought, "oatmeal is supposed to be GOOD for your complexion." She turned on the tap in the sink, let the water warm, and rinsed off her face.

Before showering, she was about to apply the depilatory that kept her face and body hairless and smooth -- then realized she hadn't yet brought in her little bag of bathroom accessories. Wondering if she dared go back out to the bedroom first, Daniella looked around and her gaze landed on the bag, on the shelf right next to the sink. "But how did that get here?" She couldn't imagine Dominica unpacking her suitcase for her. But then, she also couldn't imagine Dominica making breakfast for her. The oatmeal was still warm when she had gotten to it, like it had been freshly made. As she gently applied the lotion to her skin, loving the smooth, silky feel as it glided on, she mentally replayed the morning "walk" in the yard. And suddenly remembered the convertible. Was there somebody else here?

In the shower, Daniella rinsed all the lotion away, scrubbing gently. What DID Mistress have in that suitcase for her next? More dildos? A rubber cat suit? More chew toys? She giggled. And became more aroused, thinking about all that time on the pallet, aching to rub her crotch against that soft rubber surface. Her middle finger automatically went down between her legs, separating her wet pussy lips, while she humped her clit against the palm of her hand. All clean, and steamy, and horny for Mistress. She'd been thinking about something else a minute ago... About the oatmeal... Ohhhh, her finger felt so good. Her other hand reached up, and started playing with her nipples. Left, then right, left, then right. Hefting her breasts, while her other hand split her aching pussy. The butt plug continued its relentless fuck... relax... fuck... relax... In her mind, she heard the little rubber squeaky toy again. She had to finish her shower, towel off, and present herself to Mistress Dominica. Even in the shower, she could smell the rubber, see Dominica's eyes, hear Dominica's voice...

"Good girl," Dominica reached out one finger, and traced her long, red fingernail down Daniella's right cheek. The slave couldn't even remember leaving the bathroom and returning here, to the bedroom. Right next to the big, mysterious suitcase. Unable to take her eyes off Dominica's black, shiny boots. On all fours, she shivered again, and bowed her head to the floor, awaiting her Mistress' next command. Her skin was dry -- but her pussy was wet, again dribbling pre-cum on the floor. That would be taken care of, soon, with the next little item in the suitcase.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

MzDominica sat on the four-poster bed. She was dressed in a loose satin blouse, a leather skirt, and a pair of thigh-high, black leather boots.

"Lift your head, slave," she said. "Look into my eyes."

Daniella raised her head from the floor, looking upward at her Mistress, while she remained in a keeling position. Sitting back on her heels, her arms straight, she gazed into Dominica's green eyes, lost in their depths. Mistress' eyes seemed to swirl and spin, calling the slave into a deeper and deeper trance. She forgot even to try to think.

Leaning forward, Dominica stroked Daniella's face with the deep, red fingernail of her index finger. From the slave's chin, upward to her left cheekbone. Then the other side, again from her chin, upward to her right cheekbone. Then the left side again. Daniella's eyes kept closing -- slowly, languidly -- then opening again, as she gently quivered, all over her body. Still lost in Dominica's green eyes. Her face was limp, her jaw slack. Moment by moment, her deep breathing quickened, turning into panting gasps of desire.

"Listen to me, Daniella. Danielllllaaaaaa!" The slave shook, and gasped even more deeply. "You were very good, and very obedient this morning. Mistress was pleased." Dominica traced her finger across the slave's lower lip, right to left. Then across her upper lip, left to right. "Do you know what you did this morning?" Dominica asked.

Daniella's mind was so blank, it was hard to answer. Hard to find words. Hard to remember. She wanted only to go blank, and obey. What had she done? Her breath exhaled, but no words formed on her lips.

Dominica watched as her slave's eyes squinted, revealing the struggle. Good. So mindless. So helpless. "Daniella, you were a good doggie for me. You peed and peed and peed, on command. Such a good doggie."

Unable to stop herself, Daniella began to wiggle her ass, as if she had a tail she was trying to wag. So happy to have pleased her Mistress. The ever-present butt-plug kept her nice and filled, but she forgot about it, in the mental image of wagging that tail.

"You know, to an animal, the pee of a human -- especially a meat-eating human -- smells like a big predator. The scent keeps them away, because they know the territory belongs to someone else -- a more powerful animal." Dominica ran her index finger from the base of Daniella's throat to her chin. The slave blinked... so... slowly... "When I walked you around, every place you peed marked your territory." She touched the tip of Daniella's nose. "Marked MY territory." Daniella's eyes opened wide. "Now," Dominica explained, "they know to stay out of my yard. The local dogs. The local cats. And... other animals!"

While Daniella tried to make sense of this, floating helplessly, MzDominica raised the edge of her skirt. The slave could see Mistress was naked underneath, and she began to drool. Dominica reached her middle finger between her own legs, and withdrew it. She held it up, glistening with her pussy juices.

"Mmmm..." she said. "Your face is all nice and clean again, after your shower." She waved her shiny finger back and forth, watching Daniella's gaze follow it again. "Good girl. And now, I mark ANOTHER part of MY territory!" Dominica wiped her wet pussy juices over the tip of the slave's nose, and onto both nostrils. "Inhale deeply," she commanded. Daniella mindlessly took a long, slow breath, carrying the scent of her Mistress deep into her brain. "Good girl," MzDominica said. "You are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine!"

Daniella's eyes closed. Her mind drifted. She couldn't help herself.

"Good girl," she heard Mistress say. "Float here, a moment, my slave. Just float. And drift. And feel yourself belonging to me. Completely."

The slave was not sure how much time might have passed, when she heard Mistress telling her to open her eyes, and look in the suitcase again. Rising, like a robot, up on her knees, she lifted the cover on the suitcase and found... a sheet of butcher paper. On top of this were two items: black rubber panties, and a plastic container of talcum powder.

"Stand up, Daniella," Dominica commanded.

Feeling awkward, now, standing in Mistress' presence, the slave rose and stood with her legs slightly separated, prepared to drop to the floor where she belonged, at the slightest command. But the command never came. Instead, Dominica told her to take the container, and lightly dust her thighs, bottom, and hairless crotch with the talc. Then she was to take the rubber panties, slide them up her legs, and pull them snugly into place. The front of the panties felt strangely thick, as if there were more there, than just a layer of soft, black rubber.

"No need to tuck your little clitty/cock under, this time," Dominica teased. "Pull it upward." Daniella adjusted her genitals, feeling the tight rubber wrap around and against them. "That's right. I want you to stay nice, and long, and hard for me. We're going to have some fun!"

As Daniella watched, Dominica reached into the suitcase, lifted the butcher paper, and removed one more item. It looked like one of those universal remote controls for TVs and stereos. In a way, that's exactly what it was! Dominica held the rectangular box, pressed one of the many buttons, and looked upward at Daniella's face, watching for her reaction.

At first, the slave did not realize anything had changed.

"You feel it, don't you... slave?" Dominica cooed. "That slow, gentle stroking of your pussy? Mmmm, so good! Feel the rubber, softly moving back and forth. Up and down. Feel it!"

In a couple of moments, Daniella realized the rubber panties had started massaging her crotch. She wanted to cum -- she'd been wanting to cum since last night, when Mistress had put her to bed with the wet dildo in her mouth. Now, she needed to cum with an urgency that was almost as strong as when she had needed to pee, a short while ago!

"Feel that rubbing, stroking and stroking and stroking your sex. Not hard -- just so very gently. A long, smooth glide upward... from base to tip... all along your pussy. Then a slow, gentle stroke downward. So soft, you can barely tell it's there. But you CAN feel it, can't you? It makes you want to cum in those tight, rubber panties -- doesn't it, slave?" Daniella could only nod, her voice gone. "Yes... but you cannot cum without permission! And you do not have permission -- not yet!" Daniella whimpered.

Dominica pressed another button. "Now, slave, feel the panties tightening around the base of your crotch." In the back of her mind, Daniella remembered that "Dan" had testicles -- and those balls were being slowly squeezed by the rubber panties. "Feel it. First, it squeezes so gently -- pleasantly. The soft rubber, pulling together. Just a nice, pleasant compression. So especially nice, as those panties continue to massage your little clitty/cock." Daniella's hips began to rock, her eyes to close.

"Yes, but the pressure on your balls continues to increase, doesn't it, slave? Harder and harder." Daniella's eyes began to water. "Yes, it hurts -- but somehow, you also like it. Don't you?" The squeezing got tighter, and the slave's eyes opened again. She could see Dominica watching her. "Tighter, and tighter..." Daniella's jaw dropped open, and she began to shake her head slowly from side to side. "Squeezing so slowly, so hard. Another moment... tighter. Another moment... even tighter." Daniella's throat emitted a tiny squeak! Dominica pressed another button. "And now the squeezing stops. The stroking on your clitty/cock also stops. Feel it all stop, my slave!"

The stimulation stopped -- but the need to cum remained.

"You see," Mistress said, "from here, I have complete control over your sex, through the tight rubber panties." She waved the remote in a little figure eight. "On your knees, again, slave." Daniella dropped quickly to the floor. "Follow me outside. Crawl, slave!"

Dominica stood and led her slave into the hall, through the front door, outside again. Daniella gave no thought, this time, to whether she might be seen. She merely followed.

Outside, past the mini-van, stood two pine trees, about four feet apart. MzDominica led Daniella to the space between them, and told her to stand up again. To close her eyes, spread her legs, and raise her hands up in the air, above her shoulders. To listen closely, as Dominica clicked the shackles closed on her wrists and ankles, attaching her to the chains. Chaining her between the two pine trees.

"Open your eyes, again, Daniella!" Dominica stood before the slave, holding the remote control again. "Look into my eyes, and listen closely," she said. "See the remote control in my hand. Do you see it?" Daniella nodded her head. "Good girl. I can do so many things with those soft, black rubber panties. You can smell the rubber, even from here, can't you?" Daniella's eyes were becoming vacant. "That's right. Deeper... and deeper... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Let your eyes close, now, slave. Slowly... slowly..."

Daniella's eyes drifted closed. Her breathing became slow and deep.

"Feel yourself dropping deeper... and deeper... So mindless... So empty... So open... Your pussy is dripping wet inside those soft... black... rubber panties. So wet. Being wet makes your clitty hard. Having your clitty hard makes your breasts grow. They feel bigger... and bigger..." Dominica rubbed the corner of the remote control on Daniella's left nipple, round and round and round. Then around her right nipple. So cool and hard. Daniella could feel her breasts jiggle as she shivered with Mistress' touch. "Good girl. Just keep dropping for me... Deeper... and deeper... Feeling more and more feminine. Wetter and wetter. Your breasts bigger, and softer. Needing to be touched. Now just relax into the shackles, babi. Let yourself go. Obey. Listen to my voice."

Daniella slumped, arms held high, legs far apart. Of course, the shackles, the chains, were only in her mind. But that didn't matter. She stood between the trees, appearing to hang from invisible bondage only she could see, only she could feel.

"Good girl. Now I'm pressing another button on the remote control. Feel the rubber panties grow and stretch, reaching upward along your torso, downward along your thighs. Feel them stretching and covering your body. The soft, shiny, black rubber reaches up over your tunmmy, over your chest, enclosing your huge breasts. First the left breast, then the right breast, coating the undersides, in soft, shiny, black rubber. Then over the tops. Finally, slowly wrapping around those long, hard nipples. Mmmmm, so tight. The rubber squeezes your nipples, pulsing. Pulsing. Milking them."

Daniella's head dropped back, her face pointed up into the sky, as she began to moan.

"The rubber stretches out, under your arms, stroking your armpits, covering you. Down to your elbows, where it licks inside the creases of your skin as it coats you, completely. Completely. Down your legs, caressing your thighs, stroking behind your knees. Down to your feet. It tickles, so softly, under the arches of your feet. Between your toes."

Daniella was panting heavily now, her eyes opening again, in little slits.

"Up the crack of your ass, up the middle of your back, to your shoulders. It caresses your spine as it rises, rises, rises -- and reaches in smooth, black rubber sheets, over your shoulders to meet the rubber that covers your breasts. You know where you are, don't you, Daniella? You know where you are. Tell me!"

Daniella gasped out the words, "Black rubber suit!"

"That's right," Dominica replied. "You are encased in my black rubber suit. Completely covered in soft, shiny, black rubber. Feel the panties pushing that butt plug -- that big, black, rubber butt plug -- deep into your ass. Fuck... fuck... fuck... Mmmmm...."

The slave was pumping her hips, grinding back and forth, head back, moaning constantly.

"Open your eyes, Daniella. Look at me," Dominica commanded.

Her head snapping down, her eyes snapping open, Daniella obediently regarded her Mistress, awaiting her instructions.

"Watch, now, as I press one more button." Dominica lifted both hands high, so the remote was directly in front of Daniella's face. Dramatically, she extended her index finger, slowly dropped it toward the box, and pressed a big button, dead center in the set of controls. "It all stops," she said. "The black rubber suit remains in place, but everything stops. All is quiet." She looked up at Daniella's eyes, with a wry smile. "Or... is it?" Slowly, Dominica stooped before her slave, placing the remote control on the ground, just a couple of feet away in front of Daniella. She stood up again.

With the middle finger of one hand, Dominica caressed her slave's rubber-covered crotch, gently, slowly. "Do you know what mode the remote control is in, now?" she said. Daniella gently wagged her head, no. Dominica smiled. "It has a microphone. And every sound it hears will control the black rubber suit. EVERY sound, however tiny, is going to make the suit stimulate you, in a different way."

Daniella couldn't tell if Dominica was still stroking her sex. She felt so very aroused, and so very wet.

"You are now at the mercy of every noise you hear. Every bird call. Every puff of the wind. Every rustle of the trees. It's going to play up and down your body. Stroking your sex. Pinching your nipples." Dominica stood close, whispering in Daniella's ear. "Caressing the back of your neck." With one booted foot, she trampled the pine needles on the ground, making crackling noises. Daniella could feel gentle trails of sensation, behind her ear, though she had not been touched.

Then MzDominica stepped back, turned around, walked away a few paces. She turned again. "Mmmmm, you look so yummy. I'll be back. In a while." She looked up, and around, admiring the pines and the blue sky above. "You're in the mountains! Enjoy the fresh air! The sunshine. And... all... those... delicious... noises!" She turned once more, and walked back into the cabin.

Leaving Daniella shackled between the trees. Her pussy dripping. Her mind floating. Listening for sounds. Wondering what was going to happen next.

Almost immediately, a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the pine trees all around her. Daniella could feel the rustling, as caresses up her thighs, across her belly, almost to her breasts -- then it stopped! A bird twittered, and she felt her nipples being pinched -- so sharply, and yet so lightly. High in the sky, a jet plane flew, and its distant roar vibrated the butt plug in her ass. The staccato of a woodpecker in the distance felt like someone was tickling her underarms.

There was a crunching of dry leaves in front of her. Daniella felt like someone was squeezing her breasts. Crunch. Another squeeze. Crunch, crunch. More squeezing. Realizing her eyes had closed, Daniella opened them, and found herself staring at a squirrel, directly in front of her. Paws upraised, it seemed to be begging. It took a step on the dry pine needles. Crunch. Ohhhhh... her breasts felt so good. Step, hop, hop. Crunch, crunch, crunch. She felt each noise, and her pussy dripped even more. Slave to the squirrel's every move. She spread her thighs just a little wider. Each little crunch squeezed her breasts. Trailed up her thighs. Pushed into her wet pussy.

Behind her, Daniella heard more crunching -- louder, as from bigger feet. Crunch, crunch. Pause. Crunch. It felt like caresses between her shoulder blades, and she wanted to fuck back onto something, she felt so good.

Then the thought hit her. Marking territory? Dogs, and cats... and other animals. Like what... mountain lions? What kinds of animals were around here, anyway? Were they all really scared away by the scent of human urine? What WAS behind her?

The squirrel probably WAS here begging for food. You weren't supposed to feed the wild animals, but some people did it anyway. The squirrel was here, looking for goodies -- was something here after the squirrel?

Hop, hop, step. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Mixed with uncertainty and a little fear, the noises still stimulated Daniella's sex. Her crotch was pumping as she stared at the squirrel, gazing helplessly into its little black eyes, as each crunch played with her pussy. As it got closer and closer to the remote control. Hop, hop. Crunch, crunch. Every crunch, a flick of sensation on her clit! It was going to grab the control! What would it do to her? Would it push one of the buttons?

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! From behind her, Daniella heard the larger feet move quickly, and the squirrel stood upright, then scampered away. She was about to try to turn her head, to see if she could look behind her, when MzDominica came back out of the cabin, carrying something. Mistress seemed to be looking past her, at whatever was behind her, nodding and smiling. Then she looked back at Daniella, her smile even bigger, and she said one word: "Sleep."

Daniella went into a deep trance.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Oooh, what is Mistress carrying, you may wonder? Well, you'll find out soon!

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 2 - First Night

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:55:18 -0400

Synopsis: Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin. In the hot tub, Mistress has graciously permitted her slave to cum, while deep in a feminization trance, focused on shiny, sparkly, black rubber.

~ Chapter 2, First Night ~

"Time to wake up, Daniella."

From deep in Daniella's trance, MzDominica's voice seemed to echo. She felt so nice, relaxed, floating, and warm. But she could not resist the pull of her Mistress' voice. Calling. Calling. Forcing her to awaken. She seemed to be rushing upwards, through the water, a roaring noise in her ears, the swift currents of the water ruffling her hair, rippling over her skin.

"Wake up!"

Daniella's eyes shot wide open. She inhaled a gasp of air. The shimmery, black rubber sky still hovered over her, trying to empty her mind out again.

"Look at ME, slave!"

Daniella shivered, even in the hot water, as her eyes locked onto Mistress' swirling green eyes. It wasn't with cold, but excitement.

"Good girl," Dominica continued. "Now, get out of the hot tub. Go inside to your room, and kneel on the floor. I'll join you in a minute." There was something about her smile, the left side raised just a little higher than the right. She had plans, Daniella could tell.

The slave climbed out of the hot tub, onto the deck. She felt so cold. Not sure if she should walk or crawl. She glanced back at her Mistress, then at the door, and quickly shuffled into the cabin, expecting to be commanded to drop to all fours. The command never came, so Daniella briskly walked through the living room, to her room, and collapsed there, still covered in droplets of water from the spa. Her mind went blank... blank... expecting nothing, hoping for everything, receiver, empty, waiting...

She had no idea how much time had passed when Dominica appeared in the room, again wearing her robe. But from the scent of fresh soap, the slave could tell her Mistress had showered or bathed after leaving the hot tub. Dominica slid the slipper off her left foot, and extended her foot toward the slave -- kneeling, skin still slick with chlorinated water, now cold on her naked skin. Daniella scooted forward, not daring to touch her Mistress' foot without permission. She touched her head to the floor, just inches from Dominica's toes. She could not see it, but MzDominica smiled, enjoying the control she had over her slave.

"Kiss my foot, slave," she commanded. "Three times -- once on the big toe, once on the instep, once on the ankle." She watched as Daniella's body shook, while she obediently kissed -- only where commanded, only as many times as commanded, however much she ached to keep kissing, to rub her face on her Mistress' feet.

"Good foot slave!" Daniella almost lost consciousness, hearing that. "Now, my little slut. It's time to open the heavy suitcase. Crawl over here. Rise up on your knees, and open it."

The slave crawled to where the suitcase sat on the floor. She laid it down, undid the catches, unzipped the zipper, and lifted the lid. Her sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction MzDominica had been looking for.

The suitcase was filled with black rubber. Daniella couldn't see it all at once, packed in there. But she could tell, it contained rubber sheets, more rubber dildos -- all kinds of delicious rubber toys! No wonder it had been so heavy!

"Look at it, Daniella," Dominica whispered. "All that beautiful rubber. Lean forward, inhale the scent."

The slave's mind began to drift. She began to forget that she had almost had a thought. But couldn't recall what it was. The rubber smelled soooo good, and all she wanted to do was obey... obey... obey...

"Good girl, my... rubber... slave!" Dominica's voice made Daniella drift even more. The world felt fuzzy, indistinct. She felt so warm again.

"Now, I want you to pick up the top two things out of the suitcase. Pick them up, slave!" On top of a gloriously soft, folded rubber sheet were a brand new enema kit, with a two-quart, black rubber water bottle, and a smooth black butt plug -- not very large, but big enough to mean "business." Daniella was panting, and Dominica could see the slave was extremely aroused again.

"Good," Mistress said. "First, I want you to take a nice, hot shower. Get all clean after your time in the hot tub." She bent down a moment, her voice a throaty whisper. "Soap up your nice, big titties for me, Daniella. Danielllllaaaaa!" The slave's eyes closed. She was starting to drift again. "Squeeze and play with them in the hot shower. Feel them grow even larger. Feel me fondling them, pinching your nipples." Daniella wanted to play with her breasts right away -- but her hands were holding the enema kit and the butt plug.

Dominica stroked her fingers along Daniella's left cheek. "And when you're done," she said, "get yourself nice and clean INSIDE. This plug is going to be in you all weekend -- so be sure you do a thorough job! There's a tube of medical jelly by the sink, so you won't have any trouble sliding it in!" She moved her hand lower, held the slave's chin, and gazed warmly into her helpless eyes. "Now, get moving. Go on." She released Daniella's chin, and stood up, arms folded.

The slave wasn't sure how to get from one room to the other, carrying things. So she awkwardly grasped the items to her chest, and crawled out of the room on her knees and elbows.

"To your left, slave," Dominica said, as Daniella crept out the doorway. "Come back in here, when you're through, and wait for me!"

Daniella showered in an erotic haze, not quite sure what she was doing, but hearing MzDominica's voice every moment, telling her how big her breasts were growing, feeling Mistress stroking her nipples, her neck, the side of her face. The warm water made her skin feel even hotter, her head even emptier. She kept setting the soap aside, cupping her hands under her breasts, thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipples as she squeezed her swelling tits, massaging them as she faced into the stream of water, eyes closed, letting the hot liquid run down her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Down to her breasts. So hard to let go of her nipples, and resume washing. So hard!

She scarcely noticed herself toweling off, unpacking the big water bottle, fitted the tubing and nozzle together, rinsing the bottle out first, before using it. The slave caressed the soft, black rubber surface, lifted the bottle up, and stroked it against her cheek. Her eyes closed, her mind drifted, as the rubber scent entered her nostrils. She heard Mistress' voice repeating "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica!" over and over in her head. She felt so good! Her pussy was so wet! She opened her eyes, and almost had to force herself to push the soft rubber bottle into the sink, turn on the tap. Wait for the water to warm up. Not too hot. Not too cold. An image of Goldilocks flitted through her mind -- Goldilocks looking for the perfect enema. She grinned, as the bottle filled. What would mama bear think, finding Goldilocks in the bathroom? Fuller... fuller... Now, big, and round, and warm. She screwed the top in, with its tubing, and looked for a place to hang the bottle. The shower curtain rod looked so very high... But that would mean the water would rush into her, so deliciously hard... She lifted the bottle up... up... When it was even with her face, Daniella could not resist giving it a brief kiss, the soft rubber so warm against her lips. Dominica's rubber. Dominica's command. Higher... higher... The hook was just the perfect size to fit over the curtain rod. She held the nozzle in her right hand, turned around, and gently inserted it. Reaching upwards and behind, she released the clamp.

More warm water -- inside, this time -- she could feel it entering her, swelling her belly. She wanted it to squirt inside her harder. Slowly, she bent her knees, drifting down to the floor, till she was kneeling there in a little ball, playing with her nipples. Every squeeze of her fingers made her body quake with pleasure, and every spasm made something inside her relax, and the water flowed in even faster! Filling... filling... So warm, and full... rushing... till she felt like her belly was going to burst! She reached back, closed the clamp, eased out the nozzle. Then up, onto the commode, the sudden, mindless release, drifting again, as all that warmth rushed back out. She repeated a couple of times, till she felt as empty below as she was above. Her empty brain had to struggle to remember, what to do next. Oh, yes! She reached for the big tube of jelly on the sink. As she had been trained, Daniella squeezed out huge globs onto her hand. It felt so cold. She packed the globs inside her rectum, shivering with the sudden change in temperature. She almost caressed the butt plug, as she lubricated it. Then, reaching back, she slowly eased the plug into her anus. Automatically, she began to mutter, whispering to herself, "I must obey Dominica... I must obey Dominica..." over and over, each repetition relaxing her more and more. She could feel herself being spread wider... and wider... Suddenly -- plop! -- the widest point passed her sphincter, and the plug seemed to draw itself inside her, fucking her deeply in one, slow, single stroke.

After a quick clean-up, and putting things away, the slave crawled back to the bedroom, feeling the butt plug shift inside her with every movement. Filled and fucked constantly, constantly.

Dominica was lying on the bed, propped up against pillows at the headboard, reading a book, her right hand gently caressing the front of her thigh. The slave approached the side of the bed, then bowed her head till it touched the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command. She tried not to think about the thick plug in her ass -- but when she drifted, her sphincter relaxed, and the plug shifted position, stimulating her again, causing her to tighten the muscle, and remind her again. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... Daniella had no idea how many minutes ticked by while she knelt there, the plug pumping into her.

Suddenly, she heard a whisper of cloth on cloth, the thump of the book closing, and being set on the nightstand nearby. The bedsprings creaked a little. And Daniella felt Dominica's foot against the top of her head. "Kiss it, slave!" Dominica's voice! The kneeling slave lifted her head, stretched forward, and brought her lips to her Mistress' right foot. Just long enough for a brief "smooch" -- and Dominica's foot was withdrawn! Oh, she yearned to worship her Mistress' feet some more! Daniella could hear her walking to one side, near the suitcase again.

"Up on your knees, again, rubber slave!" Dominica commanded. "Time to take the next set of rubber goodies out of the suitcase." Daniella rose up, and saw Mistress crooking her finger. "Over here, rubber slave." She shuffled over, on her knees, to the open suitcase, as directed. "Again, breathe it in. That strong scent of rubber. Breathe it in, rubber slave. Feel it empty your mind, and make you want to obey... obey... obey..."

The next item was the folded rubber sheet -- but Dominica had moved things around. Now, on top of it were two more black rubber dildos -- one, a companion to the dildo the slave had caressed during the car trip; the other, somewhat longer and slimmer, with lots of little bumps near the base.

Dominica directed her to pick up the dildos first, and to set the bumpy one on the night table, the other one with Daniella's clothes by the pallet. Then to open the rubber sheet and spread it over the four-poster bed. This was a bit tricky, since Daniella was not allowed to stand, but had to shuffle about on her knees, so she could pull the sheet taut. Her knees were getting a bit sore, almost distracting her from the butt plug that kept fucking into her ass while she moved. When everything seemed to be ready, she looked up at Mistress, awaiting further instructions.

"Down, slave! Head to the floor, when you're waiting for me!"

Daniella almost dove down to the floor, and bumped her head a little, trying to comply quickly. She waited, listening, and could tell from the sounds, Mistress had walked back to the bed, sat down. She waited more, a bit nervously now. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... The rhythm of the butt plug seemed a little faster. Still inescapable.

"Look up slave!" MzDominica commanded. "Sit on your heels, hands at your sides, palms upward. Spread your legs, open to me... open to me..."

Daniella did as she was told, and her eyes went wide with what she saw. Mistress was sitting naked at the edge of the bed, on top of the rubber sheet, with the bumpy dildo deep in her blonde pussy, stroking it in and out... in and out... with her left hand, while her right hand rubbed little circles around her clit.

"That's right, slave. You can smell my pussy from over there, can't you? The scent enters your nose and goes straight to your empty little brain." Stroke... stroke... stroke... "You want to lick me so much -- but you know you can't! You are frozen in place, unable to move. Frozen." Around and around and around. "Watch the dildo, how shiny and slick it is getting, with my delicious juices." Dominica kept stroking, while her right hand rose from her clit briefly, and pinched her nipples each in turn, first the right, then the left. Then back to her clit. Around and around and around. Up to her nipples again, back to her clit. Around and around. Dominica's hips began to buck. "Start panting for me, slave. You want to watch me cum, don't you?"

Daniella's eyes wouldn't even blink. Her chest was heaving, laboring to breathe. Her hands useless at her sides, her legs apart, her sex dribbling little droplets onto the floor.

"Unable to move, unable to think. Able only to watch your Mistress. Watch me, Daniella. Watch me cum!" Dominica began stroking faster, her other hand flying from nipples to clit and back, her hips bucking -- all the time, watching her frozen slave, who knelt in front of her, eyes glazed, mouth slackly open, even drooling a little. Closer... closer... Dominica's gasps were much louder than Daniella's. Dominica began to moan, sending a tingling all through Daniella's body. Closer... moaning louder... her voice going higher, higher -- Dominica came, still staring at her helpless slave, smiling triumphantly at her complete control over the little rubber slut. Pumping and pumping the dildo, furiously, into her cunt -- then holding it in, tight, as she spasmed with wave after wave, eyes finally closing, right hand circling, wiggling, her voice almost humming as her orgasms continued, minute after minute, while Daniella watched, frozen, her sex swollen and dripping.

When the waves subsided -- gradually, gently -- and Dominica relaxed, she looked down at the black dildo in her cunt, then up at her slave, and smiled. Gazing into Daniella's eyes, she drew the rubber toy out of her pussy, slowly, slowly and held it in front of the slave's face, waving it gently back and forth. She watched Daniella's eyes track the glistening shaft as it moved, noticing her gaze lock on the long drip of pussy juice that was dribbling down the side, almost ready to drip onto Dominica's slender hand.

"Open your mouth, rubber slave," Dominica commanded. "Lick the dildo all clean. Get every drop of my juices. Every drop."

Daniella leaned forward, and caught the big dribble with her tongue, licking all the way to the tip of the shaft. She licked up and around the shaft of the dildo, then when Mistress tilted the end toward her face, wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked it as deeply as she could. When the dildo was all clean, now only glistening with Daniella's saliva, Dominica had the slave clean all her fingers the same way. Licking from base to fingertip, then down on the finger, fellating each one like a tiny cock.

Dominica stood up, and walked to the night stand. She pointed at the rubber sheet, now also glistening in one spot with her pussy juices. "Time to make your bed, my slave!" Daniella must have looked confused, but Dominica only smiled. "Take the rubber sheet, and put it on your pallet. Make sure the wet spot is where your head is going to go!"

The slave shuffled around again, on her sore knees, hardly noticing the trails of pre-cum she was leaving on the floor. She pulled the rubber sheet off the four-poster, careful not to lose any of Dominica's precious drippings, then shuffled over to the pallet. Awkwardly, she spread the sheet over the pallet, and tucked it under at the edges and corners. The feel of all that soft rubber was arousing her even more.

Dominica was clearly pleased. "Good, my little rubber slut! Now, crawl over here one more time! Bow your head to the floor." Daniella crouched on the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command. "Time to be my little she-male, Daniella. Dan/Daniella. Little she-male. Feel your breasts, how big they still are. Mmmm... But your cock! My goodness, it's just big enough to see, but it's there, isn't it, my little slut?"

Head still against the floor, Dan/Daniella nodded, and barely managed to croak, "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, it's right there. Your little bitty clitty-cock. Mmmm, so hard and horny for Mistress! So wet and drippy. But it's sleepy time for my little she-male. My little whore. Time for sleep now. Time for sleep. Kiss my foot goodnight!" The slave's head lifted, and dutifully kissed Dominica's right foot. "Now, up on your knees again." Daniella rose up on her sore, aching knees. He/she could see that Dominica held the bumpy dildo just in front of his/her face. Even cleaned off, it still smelled delightfully of her pussy. "Open your mouth, and take this in it." The slave obeyed. "I want you to hold this in your mouth, all night. Now, crawl over to your pallet. And get the other two dildos. You're going to hold those in your hands. Crawl over there, and kneel on the pallet, up on your hands and knees. Remember which end is for your head!"

Dan/Daniella crept to the pallet. It took a moment for the slave to dig the one dildo out of the pants pocket. Then the she-male climbed onto the pallet, like a dog on all fours.

"Good, my little she-male slave." Dominica walked close to where Dan/Daniella crouched on the rubber-covered bedding. She gently stroked the back of the slave's head. "Now, my instructions for the night. Listen carefully, slave. Relax your arms, slowly, and bring your head down, onto the soft, smooth rubber. Spread your legs a little -- keep your knees bent! That's right, tuck your chin down, so you can keep the dildo in your mouth, while your face rests in that nice puddle of my delicious pussy juices."

The slave was now positioned, face down, ass high. A dildo in each hand, one in his/her mouth, and the butt plug behind. He/she wasn't sure which scent was more arousing -- the scent of the rubber, the scent of Dominica's bare skin, still on that rubber, or the scent of her pussy. Right where her head was! Oh, Goddess!

"Good little slut! Feel your huge tits, squashed down into the rubber. Your nipples so hard against it. Wiggle your shoulders now, Dan/Daniella... Rub your nipples against the soft, slippery rubber."

It felt so good, the slave started to moan! His/her hips started to buck, fucking the air. The plug continued to fuck... relax... fuck... relax...

"Now, all night, your little clitty-cock is NOT to touch anything. Not your thighs, and especially not all that delicious rubber. Just keep holding those thick, rubber dildos in your hands. That juicy rubber dildo in your mouth. That thick butt plug in your ass. Caress the dildos in your hands. Suck on the dildo in your mouth. Feel the plug fucking you. Rub your tits into the soft rubber. Feel the rubber all around you. Smell it. Smell me, your Goddess Dominica. But your cock is not allowed to be touched. Do you hear me, slave?"

Dan/Daniella managed a nod of the head, and a "Yeff, Mifftreffs!"

"You want to hump that rubber with your clit soooo bad! Don't you? Don't you?" At this, Dan/Daniella moaned again. "But you can't. As soon as your hips start to move forward, you see my beautiful green eyes in your mind, swirling... spinning... Making you unable to move. Frozen. Making you drift... and become sleepy... sleepy... sleepy..."

Already, the she-male was becoming more aroused and more sleepy by the moment.

"Pleasant dreams!" The slave felt another stroke of Dominica's hand on the back of her head. Then she could hear Mistress walking out of the room, flicking off the light switch. The room went dark.

And in that darkness, the slave inhaled the scent of MzDominica's pussy, of her skin, of her rubber sheet. Rubber was everywhere. Everywhere. The slave's little cock continued to drip... drip... drip... onto the rubber between his/her legs. Fuck... relax... the butt plug never seemed to stop. He/she rubbed her face in little circles, in the puddle of Mistress' juices. The rubber dildos felt so firm and soft at the same time, in each hand, in his/her mouth. Stroking, stroking, stroking the dildos -- her little clitty-cock aching for the tiniest touch. It felt like his sex had simply turned into liquid between her legs, all sloshy and drippy, not solid at all. The slave started to thrust forward -- all that soft, smooth rubber was just inches away. But the vision of Mistress' green eyes emerged before her, all around him, making her forget how to move. Drifting... sleepy... Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... Squeeze... stroke... suck... So much nice rubber... Mistress so sexy... Rubber... Pussy... Drippy... Nipples... Drifting... Rubber... Obey... Obey... Obey...

During the night, MzDominica quietly walked into the room and checked on her slave. Dan had collapsed down onto the pallet, shoulders slumped forward, all muscles relaxing, as he had drifted into sleep. But his ass was still high in the air, his cock touching nothing. Good boy. She knelt close to his head, and whispered some instructions to him, gently, as he continued to descend deeper into sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mmmm... there are still lots of goodies in that big, heavy suitcase. And we're only up to Friday night!

Mountains of Rubber, Ch. 1 - Arrival

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:42:25 -0400

~ Chapter 1, Arrival ~

Dan walked up to the cafe, found an outside table, and sat down. It was early summer, a pleasantly warm day with a beautiful, clear blue sky. He looked comfortable, cool, and relaxed in the loose, cotton shirt and pants, and the slip-on brown loafers. The big smile on his face caught the waiter's attention immediately.

"Good afternoon," the waiter said. "I'm Raoul, your server for this afternoon. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Somebody's going to be joining me, shortly," Dan replied. His left knee was bouncing. "I'll have a glass of Chablis."

"Very good. I'll be back in a minute with your drink, and two menus."

Inwardly, Dan was very excited. He was about 15 minutes early. But he didn't dare to be late. Looking around the outdoor dining area, he absently removed the strap from his shoulder, and set the small briefcase sized handbag on the ground. Under his loose cotton pants, the tight panty hose reminded him -- every moment -- of why he was here. He was meeting MzDominica, for a full weekend session.

Dan thought about how he had become more and more obsessed with Mistress Dominica. How, after meeting her -- in this very cafe -- he had found her website, began listening to her hypnotic recordings, began corresponding with her. Little by little, "Daniella" had emerged, as Dan's female alter-ego, becoming stronger and stronger with every passing day. Just thinking about it made Dan's breasts ache. Did they really jiggle, as much as they felt? Dan felt himself drifting into Daniella, moment by moment, feeling just a little too warm, even under the umbrella that shaded the table.

"Your Chablis, Madame."

Huh? Did Dan hear that correctly? He looked up just in time to see the waiter hustling away. On the table was a wine glass, a glass of water, and two copies of the menu. Dan reached forward to pick up one menu, and felt a puff of air at the back of his neck. It felt so good! Daniella's eyes closed, and her nipples felt so hard!

"Hello, my little latex pet." Dominica's voice came from behind Dan's head.

For a moment, Dan wasn't sure whether he heard her with his ears, or inside his head, as he had begun to hear her voice every minute of the day. Suddenly realizing it was Dominica's actual voice, Dan felt a growing compulsion to kneel at her feet. Reflexively, he started to get out of the chair.

"Stay, pet," Dominica whispered. She strode magnificently around from behind Dan, and slide gracefully into the chair next to him. "Just on time, I see." Her beautiful green eyes stared into his, then looked down at the watch on his left wrist. His eyes followed hers, and caught sight of the time on his watch. Had he really been here for 20 minutes? Dan looked back up into her eyes. They seemed to spin. He felt dizzy.

The waiter returned, asking if he could bring Dominica something. Dan saw her lips move, ordering something, but was scarcely aware of what she was saying. Until she began speaking to him again.

"Are you ready, my pet? Bag all packed?"

It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. There wasn't really much in the bag -- some minor toiletries like a toothbrush and shampoo. MzDominica had made it clear he wouldn't be needing much in the way of clothes.

"Good girl," she said, smiling.

Dan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if anyone at a nearby table could hear. The waiter returned with an Irish coffee for MzDominica, and they spoke again for a moment. Dan was feeling more and more lightheaded. The waiter departed. Dominica opened her purse, and pulled out a single, black rubber glove.

"You remember this, don't you?" She held up the glove by the cuff, letting the fingers dangle downward toward the table. As she let it gently swing back and forth, back and forth, Dan could see it catch the afternoon light, and reflect it into his eyes. Back and forth... back and forth... "Back and forth," she said. "So shiny... It makes you sleepier and sleepier, doesn't it, Daniella? Can you smell the rubber, Daniella?"

Dan... Daniella... rubber slave could smell the wonderful latex glove. That deep, bittersweet scent that caressed the back of her head. Swinging back and forth in her Mistress' hand, so shiny and smooth. Dominica continued swinging her hand back and forth as she began to pull the glove onto her hand. Back and forth. "Back and forth," she whispered. "So shiny. Now, pick up your wine glass, Daniella."

Daniella picked up the glass. It was still full -- she'd been drifting so much, she hadn't even taken a sip, yet.

"That's right, Daniella. Now I want you to drink you wine. Slowly. Take your time, while you watch my beautiful latex glove swing back and forth, back and forth." Dominica continued to gently swing her hand, while her other hand lifted the coffee mug, and she took sips from it. "Good girl. Now set the glass down."

Daniella hadn't even realized the glass was empty. She smiled -- almost giggled -- and set it carefully down on the table, then looked back at Mistress' glove.

"Watch my glove, as I swing it back and forth... As I move it lower... lower... and set it on the table. You are dropping into a deep sleep, now. But your eyes remain open. Put your hand on the table, Daniella. Near mine."

Feeling so fuzzy and warm, Daniella placed her hand near Dominica's, palm downward, just like her Mistress'. She was unable to think of what else to do.

"Reach out to me, my pet. Touch the tips of your fingers to mine."

Daniella's hand moved forward, as if in a dream, until her fingers just touched Dominica's rubber-covered hand.

"Good girl." Daniella's nipples tingled when Dominica said that. "Now, watch, Daniella. Watch the shiny black latex, as it spreads from my fingers to yours. It spreads over your fingers... up your arm... covering you with shiny rubber... rubber... rubber..."

The slave watched, as the latex seemed to flow, from Dominica's fingers to hers. Like liquid latex. Like something alive.

"Up over your shoulder, and across your chest. Across your back, and down your other arm, and your hand. It spreads and covers your torso. Down to your hips, down your thighs. Between your legs. Covering your wet, throbbing pussy. And down your calves, covering your feet. It covers your breasts, so tight, because they're getting so much larger now. The latex squeezes your swollen tits, right at the base, making them swell out, like huge balloons."

Daniella's breasts began to ache. She wanted her nipples touched -- stroked, sucked, squeezed, pinched -- anything! But they were hidden, under the thick, black coating of latex.

"Feel the rubber rise up your neck, up over the back of your head, around your face -- leaving just your eyes and your mouth and your nose uncovered. It covers your ears -- you hear nothing, except my Voice. You are covered completely, now, Daniella. Covered in my black rubber suit. Feel it!"

Daniella felt the rubber all over her body, so exciting. Suddenly, she realized she was out in public, completely encased in black rubber. She'd never been "dressed" before, out in plain view, where everybody could see. She looked around from table to table, certain that everyone was looking at her -- if not plainly staring, then sneaking covert glances at her latex-coated body. A sense of panic began to set in, and her eyes went wide.

"Shhhh, little girl," Dominica said. "It's going to be all right. You're perfectly safe. Relax... Relax... Feel the wine spreading inside you, calming you, helping you to let all those inhibitions go... Feel the black rubber suit tight around you. Can you feel it?"

Daniella nodded, mind too empty to respond with words.

"Good, little girl. Now, are you ready for our weekend?"

Daniella nodded again. Inside the rubber suit, her pussy suddenly began throbbing with need.

"Good girl," Dominica replied. "Now, pick up your overnight bag. Stand up, and follow me to my car." Dominica stood, and began walking away, fully certain that Daniella would be close behind her. She walked gracefully to a mini-van, clicked a remote control, and opened the door, just as Daniella arrived next to her. "Get in, my pet," she commanded. "And buckle up -- we have a long drive ahead of us."

Daniella sat down, first placing her shiny latex bottom on the seat, then daintily turning and pulling her legs inside the car. Somehow, the brown loafers had disappeared, and been replaced with shiny, patent-leather ballet boots. Only Daniella's toes touched the car floor, making her knees seem too high next to the glove compartment. The thought of gloves sent her thoughts back to what she had just seen, a few minutes ago, as her Mistress' rubber glove had spread and covered her body. She began to shake with the lust that was building up in her pussy, her breasts. She hardly noticed when Dominica closed the door, walked around, and sat down in the driver's seat.

"Daniellaaaaaa!" Dominica called. Gently. Breathily. The slave's mind emptied of all other thoughts, her attention now only on MzDominica. Feeling like she was moving in slow motion, Daniella turned her head to look at her Mistress, so focused, awaiting her next command.

"I have something for you." Dominica held out her hand. In it was a thick, black rubber dildo. "We have a long car trip ahead of us, so I want to keep you busy during the drive." She gestured with the dildo. "Take it," she said. Daniella reached out her right hand, and grasped the rubber shaft. It felt hard and soft at the same time. The scent of rubber made Daniella feel even more fuzzy and lightheaded. "I want you to start rubbing that dildo, with your right hand. Every stroke on the shaft, you will feel inside your pussy. Every rub on the tip, you will feel on your clit. Go ahead, stroke it!"

Daniella began to run her rubber-covered thumb and fingers over the shaft. The sensation in her pussy felt so good!

"That's right, keep rubbing it," Dominica commanded. "You will not be able to cum. But you will bring yourself right to the edge, over and over and over -- all through our car trip. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Daniella almost surprised herself, that she was able to speak -- even though it was no more than a throaty whisper.

"You are to look only at me, the entire time. Look only at me. Gaze at my eyes. My face. My body. You will not be able to look away, the entire trip. Just keep stroking your dildo, and gazing at me."

"Yes, Mistress," Daniella whispered. Her mind felt even emptier, farther away, quieter. Rubbing the dildo felt so very nice. She couldn't imagine stopping.

"Every bump, every jiggle, every swerve of the car, makes your nipples ache. Pushes you closer and closer to cumming -- which you can never do without my permission. Keep stroking that dildo, Daniella. Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Yes... soooo nice." Daniella's jaw hung slackly open, and she was drooling now. The dildo felt so good. She traced a fingernail down and up the underside, down and up -- and could feel the edge of her fingernail deep insider her cunt, stroking. Her thumb made little circles around and around the tip, and every circular stroke around her clit made her feel so aroused... so dizzy... She felt the car roll over a bump, and the back of her mind realized they had been driving for some time. Nothing mattered, except stroking the dildo, feeling the lovely bumps caress her nipples, and watching her Mistress' beautiful face. Every once in a while, MzDominica would look over at her, smile -- and the whole universe seemed to revolve around her Mistress' deep, swirling, green eyes. Green eyes... Green eyes...

Daniella seemed to hear the ocean, washing around her as she gazed into Mistress' beautiful green eyes. Her skin was all tingly, constantly caressed by the black rubber suit. The dildo in her right hand... What was she doing with her left? It lay there, unmoving. Oh, but she knew where it would feel sooo good! The rubber slave lifted her hand, and began to caress her nipples. First the left, then the right...

"Ah-ah-ahhhh! My little rubber slut!" Dominica commanded. "Put that hand down. It feels so heavy. Like a boulder is attached to it. So heavy."

Daniella's left hand dropped, palm upward, against her left thigh.

"That's right, rubber slave. Your nipples are only to be caressed by the movement of the car. Crave for more, my little pet. Crave for me to pinch them. They ache so much."

Deep in trance, Daniella moaned. Her head was full of the ocean waves. They seemed to roll from one ear to the other, and back, and somehow stroked her aching nipples -- but never enough!

The car jiggled and swerved. Daniella could feel herself swaying toward the door, her breasts gently squeezed by the motion. Then swerving the other way, she felt herself drawn toward Dominica, like a magnet. Like her nipples were magnetized, yearning to contact her Mistress' shoulder, her arm, her hands, her beautifully-manicured fingers. With those nice, deep red fingernails. Daniella was becoming lost in the shiny highlights of Mistress' fingernails, as they moved back and forth on the steering wheel. Away, then closer again, in a big arc. Then away again. Every time they came closer, Daniella's nipples felt that magnetic draw.

"So shiny, aren't they, my pet?" Dominica teased. "Shiny and deep, deep red. So very deep. Rub your dildo, babi, and lose yourself in my deep, red fingernails. You're feeling so very warm. You want them on your nipples, don't you? You want them in your mouth. You want to kiss them... But you cannot move. You're frozen. Frozen. Only your right hand moves, rubbing your dildo. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around the tip."

Daniella didn't realize how hard she was panting. She felt so fuzzy and dizzy and hot. Her cunt was dripping, like the ocean. Her head was an ocean. Her eyes closed -- she couldn't help it. They wanted to stay open. She wanted to watch Mistress' shiny red fingernails. But her eyes closed, rolling up in her head. When they opened again, she found herself gazing straight into Dominica's green eyes. Mistress had a wry grin on her face. She looked forward again, continuing to drive. Daniella stroked, stroked. Oh, so good!

Suddenly, Daniella's ears popped! The sounds of the ocean vanished. She was too deep in trance to realize what that meant, or to notice that the car continued to swerve gently up and up the mountain road. Higher and higher. Green pine trees were everywhere, giving a green background to Dominica's green eyes. Daniella slipped further into trance. So quiet. Green everywhere. Mind so empty. Green eyes. Dildo. Rubber. Rubber. Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing. Green. Eyes. Dominica.

The car came to a gentle stop. Dominica set the parking brake, turned off the engine. Shifted a little to look appreciatively at her deeply entranced slave. Eyes unfocused. Hand making gentle strokes and squeezes on the black rubber dildo, little circles around the tip. She reached her right hand out to the slave's left cheek, and gently ran a finger from her temple down to her chin. Daniella moaned, and her stomach clenched with desire. "We're here, my pet. Time to wake up, now. Slowly... slowly... Take your time. You've been very deep for me. Mmmmmm, so deep. Time to come up, now, my hypnotized slave. Open your eyes. Look at me."

Daniella's eyes focused. Her whole world was MzDominica's face.

"Good girl. Now, look around. Look outside the car."

Looking out the windshield, the slave could see pine trees, all around. The mountains. They were in the mountains. Behind Dominica, not so very far away, Daniella could see a small house. Brown, with a green roof, and a porch with a wooden railing surrounding it.

"Welcome to my mountain cabin, slave. You and I are going to have such a VERY good time!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As MzDominica opened the door and got out of the van, Dan felt his male persona emerging again. Still a bit disoriented, he looked at his hands, his legs. The loose, cotton clothes he'd been wearing were back -- though there was a wide wet spot in the crotch of his pants, around his cock, which was still rigid and extremely sensitive. He was surprised to find the black rubber dildo was still in his right hand. He realized he'd been uncertain whether that had actually been real, or just part of his deep trance. Experimentally, he ran his thumb around the tip, and got an even bigger surprise when he could feel the sensation on the tip of his own cock.

"Get out NOW, slave!" Dominica commanded. She was still smiling, enjoying the power she had over him -- but the look in her eyes made it very clear to Dan he'd better get moving.

Not sure what else to do, Dan quickly stuffed the dildo into his right pocket -- a tight fit, as it was plenty large. He fumbled a moment, looking for the door latch, opened the door, and quickly slid out of the seat. Dan almost fell to the ground, though, because his legs felt weak and numb. He looked up at Mistress, forgot what he was doing, and fell to his knees, onto the soft ground. He felt so stupid and clumsy, and confused, and wanted to beg forgiveness, and...

"Stand up, slave," Mistress said. "Get the bags and bring them in. Mine are in the back." Dominica walked away, toward the cabin, to open up. In the late afternoon light, she looked so delicious, walking, her hips gently swaying, her gorgeous boots so shiny...

Dan realized he actually was standing there with his mouth open and drooling. Get moving. Get moving. Mistress commands!

He grabbed his own little overnight case from the front, then walked around and opened the back door of the van. Three big suitcases! Okay, he had no idea what might be in all that luggage, though Mistress was likely to be clothed more than he was. Dan picked up one case, and hastily trotted up behind MzDominica, just as she was opening the door to the cabin. She walked in first, letting the screen door close behind her -- just as if Dan wasn't even there. Well, of course, she was the Mistress! Hands full, Dan worried that maybe, just maybe, he'd been expected to drop the suitcases and hold the door open for her. Only here two minutes, and already he'd made a complete idiot of himself!

Dan shifted the handle of the overnight bag, pulled open the door, and followed Dominica inside. She turned around to face him.

Dan held his breath.

She looked at him a moment. He felt so small. She raised her hand, up, up... then pointed at a door to his left, near the front of the cabin. "That room is mine," she said. Then she pointed to another door, farther toward the back. "And that room is yours. One of my suitcases is heavier than the others. That goes in your room -- but you are not to open it, until I say so." She turned toward his right, and walked into the living room.

Dan's eyes couldn't help following her, his mind going blank. He shook his head, and opened the door to his left. Inside was a big four-poster bed, with an elaborate quilt on top. Dan didn't dare spend any time staring around the room, but set the suitcase down on the floor by the bed, then walked out, turned, and went to the other door. There was another four-poster bed, which surprised him a little. Then he noticed the little pallet on the floor. His cock gave a tiny leap in his wet pants as he realized this was very likely where he would be sleeping -- which made him wonder what the second big bed was for. He set his overnight bag down next to the pallet, then briskly trotted back to the van for the other two suitcases.

One WAS heavier than the other -- a LOT heavier. Dan wondered what might be inside that weighed so much. Chains? Whatever, he pulled it out, set it down, and closed up the van. It was getting dark, now. He lugged the two mismatched weights into the cabin, setting the lighter one in Dominica's room, the heavier one in his.

Unsure what to do next, Dan walked out of his room, where he could see Mistress talking on her cell phone, the room lighted by a couple of lamps in the corners. She saw him, standing at the edge of the living room, which also had a small dining table, and glanced up at him. While continuing to talk, she snapped her finger and pointed at the floor at her feet. Dan took the hint. He dropped to the floor, and crawled to her side, where he brought his head to within inches of her booted feet. He bowed his head till his forehead touched the floor, awaiting further instructions.

She was repeating the address, and confirming an order. "That's right, cut up into little bite-sized chunks." A pause. "Yes, something like that. A pet, anyway." Another pause. "Okay, thank you. Goodbye." Dominica looked down at Dan, smiling. "They wanted to know if I had a cat. If they only knew what I DO have..."

His forehead still touching the floor, Dan could feel MzDominica moving away. He heard the scrape of a chair on the floor, and could tell she was sitting down.

"Lift your head up, slave, and look at my boots." Dan looked up, and saw Mistress sitting just a short distance away, her legs crossed at the ankles. With her seated, the edge of her skirt was slightly above her knees, her thighs teasingly spread a few inches apart.

Dan could feel his cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside his panties, under the damp cotton trousers.

"It's been a long drive, and your Mistress' feet are sooo tired." She began to sway one booted foot back and forth, back and forth. "What are you going to do about it, my little foot slave?"

Dan scooted forward on his knees, and, glancing up at MzDominica's face for permission, began unzipping the calf-length boot on her right foot. The leather felt so warm and smooth. It seemed like in the entire room, only Dominica's boots existed. With the zipper open, though, Dan could see her beautiful, muscled leg. So smooth, so sexy. Gently, he lifted her leg, so he could slide the boot off. Slowly... slowly... That sensation of ocean waves, rolling through his head, had returned. But he felt so warm. Barely realizing he had pulled the boot free, Dan held it in his hands a moment, then carefully set it aside, like a holy relic. Then, feeling the rush of the waves all over his skin, he reached up to the top of her left boot, slowly unzipped it, gently removed it, and set it aside.

The scent of Dominica's feet overwhelmed Dan. His eyes kept closing... so softly... so hard to open them again. He reached forward, one hand on each foot, his fingers on the tops, his thumbs on the soles. Around and around and around, his thumbs kneaded the soles of Dominica's feet, up to the balls of her feet, then up between each pair of toes, one by one by one. When he reached the "little piggy" toes, he ran his thumbs in long arcs from the balls of her feet almost to the heels. Then around the heels. Once... twice... Then a roll of his fingers on the tops of her feet, from her toes to her ankles, his thumbs firmly planted against the balls of her feet. Roll... roll... roll... Then again, his thumbs around and around the balls of her feet, repeating all the motions, twice more. Dan was gone, now. There were no thoughts in his head. He was just a robot... a machine... whose only purpose was to massage his Mistress' feet.

MzDominica moaned, and shifted her position. And somehow, Dan knew, what she wanted was for him to massage her calves. His hands moved upward, thumbs pressing against the inner sides of her calves, while his fingers ruffled the outer sides and the backs. Up to her knees, and ruffling... ruffling... ruffling... downward to her ankles. Dan's face was so close to Mistress' feet. Her feet filled his world. Again, up to her knees, then downward, ruffling... ruffling...

There was a knock at the front door.

Dominica stood up, went to answer. Dan remained on the floor, his mind empty. His hands stayed in mid-air, where Mistress' legs had been. Slowly, a sense of confusion -- maybe even frustration -- began to set in... to awaken Dan from his foot-slave trance. He opened his eyes and looked up, just as Mistress set two boxes down on the dining table. She looked down at him. The smile on her face made him feel so good!

"You may serve," she said.

At MzDominica's directions, Dan retrieved a fine china plate, silver tableware, and a linen napkin from a cabinet, and set a dining place on the table in front of her. Then he dished out the contents of one box -- a tempting dinner of lobster tail with steamed vegetables. The meal even included a bottle of a dry white wine, and he poured her a glass. Then Dan stood at her side while Dominica enjoyed her meal, waiting attentively in case she wanted anything else.

Of course, Dan was feeling a little hungry himself. He wondered what was in the other box -- and whether it was dessert for her, or something for him. Still, he forced himself to be patient. Quiet. Obedient. From where he was standing, Dan could see only the back of her head. He wondered what she was thinking.

After a while, Dominica pushed the plate away, and sighed. She looked around and back at Dan. And smiled. Somehow, her smile made everything seem so wonderful!

"Come forward, slave!" she commanded. "Out here, where I can see you."

Dan stood in the middle of the room, a couple of feet from the table.

"I told you, you wouldn't be wearing much, while you were here," she began.

Dan was still wearing his cotton shirt and pants, and the panty hose underneath felt so tight against his hard cock.

"Now it's time for you to strip. Slowly. Make it good. Make it sensual... Daniella! Danielllaaaaaa!"

Dan's male persona dropped away like a heavy stone, and Daniella emerged. It was almost like a light switch, now. She felt all the clothes covering her, and she wanted only to remove them, to expose herself to Mistress. To show what a hot little bitch she was.

"That's right, Daniella. Hear the music in your head. Feel the beat, forcing you to strip. Peel your clothes off for your Mistress. You little slut! You know how much you want to tease me. C'mon, slut! Tease me -- if you dare. And you DO dare, don't you? DON'T YOU?!?"

Daniella's head throbbed with the pulsing music, that thumped, thumped, thumped in her head. She couldn't stop herself. All her clothes had to come off. As sexy as possible. So Mistress would want her. Would want to throw her down on a bed, on the floor, on the ground, and rape her! Daniella began to peel the shoulder of her cotton blouse downward, off her shoulder, staring into Dominica's eyes. She began to pant. She licked her lips. Show how shiny they were. How wet and clever her tongue was. Suddenly, the cotton blouse just had to come off! Daniella grabbed the bottom edge, and began pulling it upward, swaying her hips to the music. Thump! Thump! Thump-a thump! She threw the top aside, wiggling her shoulders to show off her pert little titties in the sports bra.

Daniella kicked off the loafers. Then her hands reached down to the waistband of her cotton pants, and she began to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the waistband down over her hips. Thump! Thump-a thump! Once her crotch was uncovered, she started thrusting it forward with the beat, her knees wide, daring Mistress to claim her. She danced, twirling around once, then pulled her knees together and quickly shoved the pants down to her ankles. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump-a! Daniella danced herself out of the pants, now in a clump on the floor. Around, and around. Bouncing. Thump! Thump-a!

She reached behind her, unhooked the bra, twirled it in the air once, then dropped it to the floor. Thump! Thump-a! Daniella began pushing the top of the panty hose down over her hips, her wet sex getting even wetter. Thump! Thump-a thump! Down over her hips, gathering it, bit by bit, down each leg to the ankle. Dancing. Gyrating. Pumping her hips. Turning around, and wiggling her ass. Not sure whether she wanted it fucked or spanked. (Oh, Goddess, couldn't she have both?!?) She stepped out of the little, crinkled mound of panty hose.

Just the satin panties, now. So tight! The thong up the crack of her ass kept diddling her anus, so deliciously. It was a shame to have to let that go, it felt so good. Thump! Thump-a! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the tight thong off, over her hips. Plop! It dropped to the floor!

Daniella was gloriously naked, her breasts jiggling, her wet cunt dripping! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump-a! Thump! Dancing. Dancing. Dancing for her Mistress...

"Stop, Daniella!"

Daniella froze. Her right arm, high above her head. Her left arm, down toward the floor. Her knees slightly farther apart than the width of her hips. Open. Ready. Soooo drippy.

"On the floor, Daniella. Come here, and kneel before your Mistress!"

Daniella dropped, crawled -- almost scooted, she was so fast -- and knelt on the floor in front of Dominica, her chest thrust forward, showing off her huge titties. Knees apart, sex open, ready to obey.

"Good girl," Dominica said. Daniella felt a flush of heat roll through her entire body. She smiled, her eyes closing languidly.

"You must be hungry," Dominica said. Daniella couldn't remember. Mistress was all that mattered. Food seemed unimportant.

"Yes, I know, little girl. You want your Mistress, soooo much. But I'm not going to let you starve -- you mindless little slut! See the box on the table?"

Daniella swiveled her head -- so hard to look away from Dominica -- and looked at the box. Oh, yes, there it was.

"I want you to get up, open the box, and put the contents into this dish." Dominica held a plastic doggie dish in front of her. Daniella didn't remember when Dominica might have stood up to get it, but that didn't matter. "And put some water into THIS dish." She held up another plastic doggie bowl. "Then take them into the kitchen over there..." she gestured at a door, "get on your knees, and have a nice dinner. Go ahead, now."

Still in a daze, Daniella shuffled forward on her knees, took the two bowls, retreated, and picked up the box from the table. When she got to the kitchen and opened the box, she discovered it was filled with grilled chicken, cut into little bite-sized chunks.

In the living room, Dominica checked her phone messages and e-mail, while in the kitchen Daniella ate and drank from her bowls, kneeling on the floor. Such a happy, naked, slutty slave.

A cat indeed. Dominica's pet pussy.

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Daniella finished her dinner. By now her mind had totally shut down. She was a cat. She swallowed the last of the yummy grilled chicken, lapped some more water from her bowl, and did a loooong stretch of her back. She could feel her tail, waving in the air, back and forth. There were no words in her head, but the idea of "back and forth" made her sink deeper and deeper into cat-ness. She laid her chin on the kitchen floor, and looked at the open door, where she could see MzDominica from behind in her chair, typing on her laptop.

While Daniella had been eating, Mistress had changed to a nice, comfortable robe and fluffy slippers. Music was playing, and Mistress' right foot was swinging, tapping with the beat. That fluffy slipper, moving, bump-bump-ba-da-bump-ba-da, caught the cat's attention, and she was going to sneak up on it, and pounce!

Step, by quiet step, kitty slinked across the kitchen floor, her whole world that bouncy, fluffy animal, centered in the focus of her vision. Low to the floor, her belly slid across the surface. Closer... closer... Almost ready to jump!!

Dominica's right hand gently trailed a caress down kitty's head to her shoulder. Mmmmmm, felt so good! Kitty rubbed her left cheek against Mistress' hand, rolling her forehead against Mistress' wrist. Kitty looked up at her Mistress, and felt herself lost in the beautiful gaze of her swirling green eyes. Mistress' fingers stroked the underside of kitty's chin.

"Time to wake up, little kitty!" Dominica said, her voice so sweet and seductive. "Up, my pet. Be my Daniella, now. Get up on your knees, slave! Sit back on your heels."

Daniella didn't even notice that a change had happened. She simply knelt at Dominica's feet, legs separated, mind open. Too deeply tranced even to realize she was being mindlessly obedient.

"Good girl!" Dominica ran her finger over Daniella's lips. The slave shivered, her eyes closing with lust and delight.

"Oh, no, little slut," Dominica said. "Open those eyes. You have work to do."

Daniella's eyes opened, but understanding was slow to arrive.

Dominica gazed forcefully into Daniella's eyes. The slave was unable to resist. Unable to look away. She could only gaze back, worshiping. Her mind empty -- ready to be filled with her Mistress' will.

"Your strip tease was very delightful, Daniella -- but your clothes are still here, in a heap on the floor. You need to put those away, in your room -- neatly! Folded, and neat. And you need to clear away the dishes and wash them. Do you understand me, slave?"

Daniella was... she was... Was she Daniella? Or Dan? She felt confused.

"My little rubber maid, aren't you, Daniella?"

Ohhhhhh, yes! She was Daniella. She couldn't even quite remember what had confused her a moment ago. She nodded, eager to please.

"Now, stand up. Clean up. Wash the dishes -- and your kitty bowls, my little pet." Dominica traced another gentle stroke along Daniella's left cheek. "When you're done, I have a special treat for you. Get to work, now!"

Daniella felt energized. She stood up, turned to pick up her pile of clothes. A bit of naughtiness entered her head, and she pushed her ass up high while she bent over, her long sexy legs so straight. She couldn't resist wiggling her ass, just a little.

Whap!

Dominica had given her a sharp spank across both buttocks!

Daniella almost didn't dare admit to herself how much she had liked that. But she knew her Mistress meant business. She quickly gathered her clothes, tucked them under one arm, then took the plate, silverware, wineglass, and box from the table. She realized she'd run out of room to carry anything more, and the wine bottle was still there. Dominica glared up at her, wordlessly, one eyebrow arched, challengingly. What to do? Daniella paused for a moment, undecided, and finally risked taking away what she could carry NOW, and would come back for the wine bottle in a minute.

She trotted, barefoot, to the kitchen. Set the dinnerware down. Took her clothes to her room, folded them, put them by the pallet there. Back to the kitchen. No, wait, back to the dining table. Take the wine bottle. Dominica ignored her, focused on her laptop. Somehow, Daniella felt she was doing something right. Back to the kitchen. Corked the bottle, picked up the bowls, filled the sink, washed, rinsed, dried, put away. Wiped everything clean. Why, why, why, was her pussy dripping so much? Why was she shaking? She wanted only to please Mistress! She wanted... she wanted...

"On your knees, slave!" Dominica had walked into the kitchen, and was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

Daniella stifled a yelp, and dropped to the floor, her lust feeding her fear, her fear feeding her lust. She didn't know what was going to happen. She was scared, and hopeful, and... and... Daniella's touched her forehead to the floor, aching to please her Mistress.

She could hear MzDominica walking around the kitchen. Stopping here and there. Opening cabinets. Daniella began to shake. She couldn't help herself.

"Good job, my little slave."

Daniella's shaking stopped. She melted into the floor, from sheer pleasure. Quietly, she awaited her Mistress' next words.

"I have a special treat for you outside, my little slut," she said. "Stay on your knees, and crawl. Follow me. Follow... Follow..."

Daniella's mind went completely blank, and she crawled, following wherever her Mistress' form led. Out of the kitchen to the hallway, then through the living room, to another door. A door that led outside.

Dark. Cold. The sound of crickets everywhere. A whooshing sound, and a loud humming. Daniella was so focused on Dominica's feet, she didn't notice the soft glow of light, but she could feel the warmth on her left side, and could smell the chlorinated water.

The hot tub whooshed and bubbled, just outside Daniella's awareness, which was all focused on her Mistress. Then she was treated to the glorious vision of her mistress opening her robe, dropping it to the wooden deck, and stepping slowly, naked into the hot tub. Dominica stood, waist deep, for just a moment, then sank into the warm, bubbling water, just her head above the surface. Then she turned and looked at Daniella, who had stopped moving, thinking -- even her breathing was so shallow, it was hardly noticeable.

Dominica smiled at her slave, on her knees, her naked skin highlighted by the soft lights from the pool.

"Come in, my little rubber slut! Come closer to your Mistress! Get into the nice, warm water, and sink down with Dominica!"

Daniella didn't even notice herself moving. Somehow, she seemed to flow into the hot tub, next to her Mistress. Dominica guided her to a seat, positioned so a jet of water shot directly at her aching sex. Ohhhhh, so warm and good. Thrumming, throbbing, pumping.

"You cannot cum, Daniella. Not till I give you permission. Feel the water jet, caressing your pussy, invading you, molesting you. Closer and closer to an orgasm. Closer, and closer, and closer. But not yet, little girl. I have plans for you, and you cannot cum, yet. Repeat it, slave. You cannot cum, yet!"

"I cannot cum, yet," Daniella barely whispered. Ohhhhh, so warm and good. Mistress was so good to her, teasing her, torturing her, seducing her, forever, and ever, and ever.

"That's right. You cannot cum, yet. Just feel yourself sinking into the water, next to me. Sinking... sinking... sinker... sinker... siiiiinkerrrr! Down, and down, with me, into the warm, bubbling water. So warm. So soft. In my arms, Daniella. Sinker... sinker... sinker..."

Daniella felt so warm all over, the water jet pumping, pumping, pumping into her pussy. Her eyes kept drifting closed, then opening again, unable to look away from Dominica's beautiful eyes, somehow even deeper green in the light from the hot tub. Deeper and deeper green...

"Deeper and deeper, Daniella," Dominica whispered. "Deeper and deeper into the warm, bubbling water. Feel the water jet on your pussy. Feel my hands, gently squeezing your breasts."

Daniella's eyes slowly opened again. She hadn't realized they'd been closed. Dominica was holding up the black latex glove again, so close to the slave's face. Even over the hot tub, she could still smell the rubber, sharp and a little acrid. It smelled so good.

"Rubber slave must obey Dominica. Rubber slave must obey Dominica. Deeper and deeper, Daniella. Watch the rubber glove. See the pretty black rubber. See the lights reflect off its surface. So shiny. So shiny." She was swinging the glove again. "So shiny. You feel so aroused, and yet you cannot move. You are so hot, and yet you are frozen in place. Watch the shiny, shiny glove swing back and forth, back and forth. So pretty. Every swing back and forth, is a gentle caress on your breasts. A gentle stroke on your wet pussy. So close to orgasm. So close."

Daniella was panting now. She wanted to squirm in the warm bubbling water, the jet felt so good -- but she could not move. Her hands lay limply at her sides. Her legs were wide apart, letting the warm, bubbly jet caress her sex, more and more urgently.

"Look up, now, Daniella. Open your eyes, and look up. Talk to me. Tell me what you see."

Daniella's eyes opened, completely beyond her own control, and she gazed up into the night sky. Far away from the city, the sky was inky black -- yet ablaze with stars. Thousands and thousands of twinkling lights floated above, and overhead was the wide path of the Milky Way. Barely able to speak, she managed to mumble, "Stars."

"Mmmmm, that's right, pretty girl. Stars. In a deep black sky. Look over here, Daniella. What do you see, that's all deep black?"

Daniella's vision seemed to trail, as she brought herself to look back at Dominica, gently swinging the rubber glove back and forth. Back and forth. Her lips made a bubble as she said, "Rubber."

"That's right, babi. Black, shiny rubber. Look at the shiny lights on the rubber. Watch them swing, back and forth. Feel your pussy being rubbed by the water. Mmmmm, so good. Now look up again. What do you see?"

Daniella looked up again, at the inky black, with the pretty twinkling lights.

"Now, back down here. Look at the pretty rubber glove again. Closer and closer to cumming. Back and forth. Look at the shiny lights. Back and forth. Now look up again."

Back and forth. The rubber glove. The sky. The rubber glove. The sky. Daniella felt the hot jet of water caressing her pussy, invading her, fucking her. Her nipples ached. Rubber. Sky. Rubber. Sky. The stars began to look like highlights on rubber. On shiny rubber. Black, pretty rubber.

"Look up, again. What do you see?"

Daniella whispered one word, "Rubber."

"CUM!!!" Dominica commanded. "Cum! Cum now, whore. Cum! Cum to the rubber. Cum!"

Daniella's hips began to pump, and her knees rose up toward her shoulders, while she orgasmed over and over again, into the stream of bubbling water in the hot tub.

"Cum! Obey! Cum! Obey! Cum in the water! Cum now!"

Moaning, whimpering, Daniella spasmed again and again. It was such a release, she felt like she was turning inside out.

"Cum, slave, cum! Cum, slave, cum! Cum! Cum!" Even with her hands wet, Dominica snapped her fingers over and over, as Daniella gazed up into the shiny rubber sky and came, helplessly, unable to resist.

"Good girl," MzDominica cooed. "Now drift. Just float here for a moment. Gaze up into the shiny black sky and drift. Think of all the pretty rubber, wrapped tight around you. So warm, and clingy. Mmmmm."

Daniella sat in the hot tub, her knees high, arms still at her sides. Not a thought in her head, her eyes gazed up into the sky, a big smile on her face.

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That's Part One -- and the weekend is just starting! Daniella has ALL night ahead of her, and Mistress has lots of exciting, rubbery plans for the little slut!

The Exhibit, Part 5 (conclusion)

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:56:00 -0500

The Exhibit, a Tale of Dominica's Realm

Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community. MzDominica sent out some of her slaves on a little "reconnaissance mission," and they found that the relaxation chambers were no longer delivering their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers. Dominica's response was helped by her techo-slaves, who modified Mistress Black's lights and audio equipment to hypnotize her into driving up to Dominica's Realm for a little "vacation."

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Part 5: Domination and Slavery

Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin. Blindfolded. Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth. Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down... toward the back of her throat... gliding over her tongue... to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids... And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed... moaning behind the gag as her body shook...

"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones. "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure. Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm. Rippling through your body. Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down... down... down deep inside you. Spreading out like a wave. Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked... like having your pussy licked... Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm. Swallow... and cum... Swallow... and cum... You crave to obey Dominica... You crave to swallow... and cum... Feel the next drop roll down your tongue... So very slowly... You want to keep it on your tongue... You want to taste it as long as you can... Each tiny drop... Drop... Drop... Swallow... and CUM... Such intense pleasure... You never want it to end..."

There was nothing subliminal about this recording. The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water... The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard. Unhurried. She had all the time in the world. Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped... dripped... dripped... into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.

"Blank... Blank... Blank... When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately. You go blank. So blank and empty. Blank. Not a thought in your head. Blank. Mind gone. Thinking stopped. You do not think. You only swallow. Swallow and drink My pee. Drip... Drip... Drip... My delicious, orgasmic pee... Blank... you do not think... Blank... So empty... Mind so empty... My pee gives you such pleasure... Feel each drop, each tiny drop. So delicious. As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue... Down your throat... up into your brain... Your empty, empty brain... Drip... Blank... Drip... Feels so good... Blank... Feels so good..."

The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin. Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat. At first, it was resistance. She had tried so hard to resist. Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside. Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's." Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then. No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word: "Sleep."

Sleep... Sleep... Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep? Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep? And sleep. And sleep. Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving. The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly... and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground. The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice... Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again. Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet. Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves. Cocks always so hard. Pussies always so wet and dripping.

Now the resistance was gone. Now there was only lust. And obedience. And a continual need to serve Dominica. One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt. The "coffin" was opened. The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed. And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words: "Follow, follower." Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.

But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves. No... she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training. And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense. As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag. She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak. But the gag held her tongue still, dripping... dripping... dripping... as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm. Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.

Addicted. Thoroughly addicted to Dominica. Needing and craving the pleasure. Needing to serve. Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm. Just one more tiny drop. One more tiny wave! And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.

Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes. The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps. The screen in front of her showed images of men and women. The display changed from moment to moment. Still photos, live video recordings... even paintings and cartoons. Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both. Men kneeling, women licking boots... A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind. Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them. Not a drop. "Thirsty... you are so thirsty..." the Voice in the headphones whispered. Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee. Just one more. Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing. Just a tiny drop. As the slapping continued on the screen. As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled. Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man. His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem. Drip... a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat. She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure... a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes. Drip... another drop of pure pleasure! Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. "Watch..." Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch... Your eyes want to close, so badly... But you need to keep them open... You simply cannot stop looking... Cannot stop staring at the images... Watch..." The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest. A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions. The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils. Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand. No pee. "Thirsty... so thirsty..." Mistress Black began to cry... to sob... Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much! She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again. Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist. Thirsty. So thirsty. She wanted a sip. Wanted a drink. Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again. Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking. Drip... Oh yes! Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.

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"Follow, follower!" The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box. She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound. The gag removed from her mouth. She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head. Her head... that felt full of cotton... So empty and full at the same time... The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee. So delicious, making her shake with lust. So pretty... flashing so pretty... She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow. Wanted to follow where it went. Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal. Was it floating? Was somebody holding it? She couldn't tell. All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal. And hear the voice calling her to follow. Follow, follower. Follow. Follow the crystal. Down the long hallway. Down the stairs into the torchlit room. Cold. It felt so cold. Stones everywhere, rough and gray. Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room. The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say. And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee. She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels. She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists. Locking her down, onto the floor. She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her. Across the room. The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware. The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.

"You must obey," the holder of the chain said. The holder of the crystal. Mistress Black remembered that Voice. The Voice from inside her mind. The Voice that tasted like pee. Her body shook, hearing that Voice... rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied. It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her. The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now... slave," Dominica said. She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied. Again, a completely programmed response. And yet, it felt right. It felt true. She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move. She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain. No pain. You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said. She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron.

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot! The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal. There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air. Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word: "Sleep."

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"Follow, follower," the voice said. It sounded familiar. But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal. Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed. There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing. All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey. "Stand," the voice commanded. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.

And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue. So good. She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold. Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it. Up the stone stairwell. Through the hall... Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees. She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them. Down the dirt path. Over the grass. To the side of the house. To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded. "You will do what you are told. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless. The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white. It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep. She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward. "Stand," a voice said. So blank and empty. So white and blank. She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee. Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs. She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts. "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded. Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples. She opened her mouth and drank the falling water. So warm and gentle... but she missed the salty, bitter taste. Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower. Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck. There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing. So pretty and dazzling. Dazzling and sleepy. "Follow, follower." The crystal began to move away. She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway.

"On your knees, slave," the voice said.

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots. Down the hallway. Down into sleepy obedience. Through the halls of the mansion. Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal. Down to the audience chamber... where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair.

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels. Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much! But she could not move. She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command. Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth... back and forth...

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal. Watch Dominica's pretty crystal. It makes you so sleepy. Sleepy and blank. So very sleepy. You are mine, now. You belong to me. That is all that matters. You belong to me. What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---" But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank." Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!" Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think. The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question. It didn't seem to make sense. She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips. "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense. Panting, shivering. She opened her mouth, just a little. "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her. It had no meaning. The words had no meaning. She simply knelt, and awaited a command. Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head. She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?" A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive. "What is your name?" She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering. Watching the spinning crystal. Staring at the boots. Staring at nothing. She was not sure. It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said. "You do not have a name. You do not need a name. Not here. Not yet. You only obey. You only obey. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded. "On your feet. I have tasks for you to perform! I have a purpose for you, in your new life."

The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again. Too sleepy to find equilibrium.

"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her. Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway. Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila! In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty. So dizzy. Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips. So thirsty! She found herself crying. So thirsty.

Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica." So thirsty and dizzy. What had she been trying to do? She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied. "Now, turn and face MzDominica. Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power. With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee. She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding. "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave. Wake up. I want you to completely wake up, now. Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila. Her slave -- the traitor! She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still. You see... I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm... Working my farm... Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting... But I need help coordinating them all. I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely." She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling. "I need switches." She leaned back, comfortable in the chair. "Like 43, here. You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave." Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze. Then she looked back at Mistress Black. "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again. She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often. But it made her so thirsty. So thirsty. She needed to drink. Needed another drop of Dominica's pee. Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly. When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed. "That's right. I know all about your temper. How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves." Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it. "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled. I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate." Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs. Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink. Wanting to taste Dominica's pee. "That's right. Your violent impulses are now controlled. You will use them when the time is right -- but now, I decide when. Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down. She felt so thirsty. Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee. Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue. Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!" Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted. She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled. "That's right. I own your mind, now. And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to. You are no longer in control. I am in control. I control you completely, now!" She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves. "Put those boots on. NOW, slave. Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply. Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased. She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said. She snapped her fingers. "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing. She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting. Waiting. She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt. She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes. "It's for your own protection. The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy. So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly. "You must obey."

Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica." She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently. She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist. Tighter... tighter... Click. A lock latched into place at the small of her back. Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine... and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs. Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin. Pussy locked away. Ass locked away. Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission. She felt scared and angry at the same time. She wanted to slap somebody. But she felt so thirsty. Thirsty and sleepy. Just a drop. She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!

43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled. "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here." She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling. "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches." She turned her gaze back to the redhead. "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied. She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots. Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip. For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots. She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry! She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a hole in the dirt, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt. 43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves. The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features. Quiet. Sleepy. Growing. In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow, and took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs. She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots. The woman took her basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times. The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and the booted woman handed her an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more eggs. The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy. She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal. So thirsty!

Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion. But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered. Inside was a single, large white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave. This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good! The nameless woman was so hungry! 43 directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet. Like a dog, or a cat. But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra: "I must obey Dominica."

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet. So dizzy, and empty. She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.

"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl, filled with warm, yellow liquid. The smell was familiar, and pungent. And the woman's mouth became wet, and began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor. "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head. "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten. Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source! Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward. "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said. "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep. I have many things for you to do tomorrow." She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy. Happy to serve Mistress. So happy to be here! She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy. Growing sleepier by the moment. Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well. So very well. And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

The Exhibit, Part 4

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:54:00 -0500

The Exhibit, Part 3

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:50:00 -0500

The Exhibit, Part 2

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:46:00 -0500

The Exhibit, a Tale of Dominica's Realm

Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how a recording with Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds, so very deeply, to obey Her. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica.

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Part 2: Six Months Later

Mistress Black always enjoyed relaxing in a warm, quiet bath like this, after her workouts in the gym. Her long, raven tresses were pinned up, tight around her head, and she wriggled around in the scented water, surrounded by candle light, as she trailed her hands up and down her smooth, muscular thighs and stomach. Massaging them. Squeezing her own nipples. Teasing herself. Planning what she was going to do with her slaves this evening. Especially the new one, the female. Oh yes, she was going to be fun to train.

Deciding her bath was done, Mistress stood carefully, and stepped out, onto the bathmat. Immediately, her male slave arose from his crouched position, with a fresh towel, and began drying her. His eyes remained downcast, as trained, staring only at the floor -- not permitted to look at Mistress, as he dried her. A perfectly choreographed dance. She lifted her left arm, and his hand was already moving toward her with the towel, to dry her arm, her armpit, down the left side. Blotting every drop of scented water from her skin. She lowered her left arm, and lifted the right one, and her slave was already blotting her forearm, her firm triceps, and down the right side. Suddenly, the towel slipped, and for a moment, his fingers touched Mistress' skin, on the flare of her hip, just below her tiny waist. She did not react, but the slave quickly recovered the towel, and continued drying. Wiping down her hips, her buttocks, the backs of her thighs, crouching again to the floor as he gently rubbed her firm calves, her slim ankles. Then she turned, and he stood again, blotting water off her face, her neck, both her breasts, down her smooth tummy. Her smooth mound -- permanently depilated, like the rest of her. Soft, satiny, almost shiny in the moist air. The slave crouched on the floor, drying between her toes, even as she stood. Then, finished, he folded the towel, held it close against his chest, and knelt, awaiting further orders.

"Stand, vomit," Mistress Black said. She rarely used his slave name, except when she was about to punish him. Of course, he knew why. "Extend your hands, fingers out." He set the towel near the bathtub, and held his hands up, elbows low and bent, wrists at a right angle, fingers outstretched. Mistress reached to the wall and retrieved the riding crop. Every room had a riding crop, hanging on the wall. Always ready. Ready for Mistress to administer discipline, punishment, whenever she chose.

Thwack! "Never," Thwack! "ever," Thwack! "EVER!" Thwack! "touch me with your hands, without permission, slave!"

vomit felt his fingertips stinging, raging with pain, and fought back tears.

"On the floor. Back against the toilet. NOW!"

He dropped to hands and knees, and scurried across the bathroom to comply. Mistress usually relieved herself after a bath, and the slave opened his mouth wide to receive her golden nectar. He closed his eyes tight, not permitted to gaze at Mistress Black's smooth, muscular beauty.

"Close your mouth, slave!" she commanded.

He obeyed, and felt himself being showered with Mistress' pee, spraying all over his face, his shaved head, down his torso. Dripping down his arms, his legs. The scent of her piss made his cock want to rise, and he had to fight hard to keep it soft, even as his gasps for breath snuffled the droplets of her pee, noisily, into his nostrils. His mouth tightened with the effort, of remaining soft... and quiet... Suppressing the need to open his mouth, and feel the long, warm stream against his tongue, down his throat, warming his insides, soothing him... All denied... Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling...

"Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!"

"Yes, Mistress," vomit answered.

"Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only shook his head. Good. She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.

The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles. Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.

Of course, since he was of no use for dressing her, Mistress had to put on her bathrobe herself. He would suffer more for that... later...

She walked out the door, down the hall, to the living room. Her easy chair was properly arranged, with a glass of Chablis and a small plate of grapes and cheese. Mistress eased herself down into the chair, enjoying the soft embrace of the smooth leather surface.

"Would Mistress like this slave to brush out her hair?"

The voice came from behind Mistress Black. Her new slave, Sheila. The young woman didn't have a slave name, yet. She had not yet shown Mistress, what she would find to be truly demeaning.

"You will kneel in front of me, before you dare speak to me, slave," Mistress replied. "Bring the riding crop from the wall behind you."

In a moment, Sheila appeared before Mistress, in a tight French maid's uniform, made entirely of rubber. The skirt was short, not quite long enough to cover her closely shaved pussy in front, nor her smooth, round buttocks in back. She knelt in front of the chair, arms extended up and forward, holding the riding crop high and horizontal.

"Not quite level, slave," Mistress chided her. "Which end should be higher? THINK! Correct it, NOW!"

Flustered, Sheila looked up at the riding crop, trying to figure which hand needed to be raised.

"Eyes DOWN! Learn to do it by feel!" Mistress Black commanded.

Sheila looked at the rug beneath her, carefully imagining what her hands must look like. Right side higher, she guessed... hoped... She raised the left side, just a little. And waited. She could hear the clock over the mantle, counting off the seconds. Tick, one... Tick, two... Had she gotten it right?

Suddenly, she felt the crop removed from her hands.

"Better..." Mistress began, "but not high enough." Thwack! She struck Sheila's left hand, the blow stinging against her knuckles. "You will try harder, next time."

"Y--" Sheila cut herself off before getting too far with her response of "Yes, Mistress." She pressed her lips tightly together and nodded.

"Good girl," said Mistress. "Now, straddle my right foot. Push your pussy down onto it." Sheila walked forward on her knees, and sank down onto Mistress' foot. "That's right, get it deep up inside there."

Mistress gently stroked Sheila's left cheek with the riding crop, teasing her. Then the right cheek, as she sank deeper onto Mistress' toes, wiggled her hips, then sank further, her own buttocks pressed against the backs of her high-heeled pumps. Mistress wiggled her toes, and Sheila gasped, trying to hold her hips still. Staring at the floor, struggling NOT to look at Mistress' strong, smooth thighs. Mistress Black pushed her foot up... and down... up... and down... Tears formed in Sheila's eyes, as she tried to suppress the need to squeal, to moan... Up... and down... Suddenly, she felt a pulling, a drawing, as Mistress removed her foot from Sheila's cunt.

"I need a foot massage, slave," Mistress said, still caressing Sheila's face, one side then the other, with the riding crop. "With your tongue, and your fingers. Down on the floor, NOW, and please your mistress!"

"Y--" Ohhh, so hard to stop speaking! Sheila dropped immediately, face to Mistress' wet foot, and began kneading her toes, squeezing, licking and kissing. Tasting her own juices on Mistress' foot.

vomit appeared from the next room, smelling slightly of strawberry bubble bath, crawling across the floor and carrying a cell phone. He stopped near Mistress' chair, still looking downward, and held the phone up to Mistress.

"Who is it?" Mistress demanded. "Answer, slave."

"It is MzDominica, Mistress," vomit replied. He still held the phone high, and Mistress Black could see from the display that the "mute" button was activated. She took the phone from vomit, and he curled to the floor in a little ball, awaiting instructions.

A click of the button, and Mistress Black answered, pleasantly. "Hello, MzDominica! How are you?"

"I am fine, Mistress Black. Thanks for asking. You are well too?"

"Oh yes! Just enjoying a quiet evening at home." Sheila had completely cleaned all her juices off Mistress Black's right foot. Mistress slapped the girl's buttock with the crop, and presented her left foot, wiggling her toes slightly. She was pleased when Sheila crawled forward again, rose upward, and pushed her cunt down onto Mistress' left foot, eyes on the floor.

"Mmmmm... I'm sure it's a lot like MY quiet evenings at home," Dominica replied. "I wanted to talk about the slaves you have been sending my way."

"Yes...?" Mistress Black replied.

"They have been very responsive! And very helpful with the spring planting, and tending crops through the summer..."

"I'm glad to hear that!"

"Yes... A session or two in your 'decompression chambers,' and they somehow find themselves taking a long drive up in the mountains, looking for a vacation for a week or two." MzDominica chuckled. "Of course, once they've been here a while, and I've got them thoroughly trained, I send them back out! With more... complicated tasks to perform..."

"Then our agreement is working out!" Mistress Black concluded.

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.

"Mistress Black," Dominica continued. "Since fall began, the number of new slaves has been dropping... Are you experiencing some kind of a problem?"

"No..." Mistress Black replied, "no problems. The relaxation chambers are working fine, and business is great, at all 800 of my franchises."

"Then why have the slaves stopped coming?" Dominica asked.

Mistress Black pulled her left foot out of Sheila's pussy, and gently tapped the back of her head with the riding crop. The girl knelt down on all fours and began kneading and sucking Mistress' left foot.

"I'm surprised to hear that," Mistress Black said, flatly. "I'll have to check into it."

Another pause at the other end.

"Please do," MzDominica continued. "I have a large harvest that needs to be gotten in!"

"Certainly, MzDominica," Mistress Black said. "I'm glad you brought this to my attention. Mmmmm... I need to hang up now, something's come up."

"Of course," said MzDominica. "I'll talk to you later."

Mistress Black pressed the button to disconnect, and tapped the cell phone on the top of vomit's bald head. He reached up and took the phone. Mistress then returned her attentions to the panting maid in front of her. She laughed, quietly.

A thousand miles away, MzDominica pressed a button on her phone. She looked at her accountant, who knelt at her feet, also awaiting orders. "Find out what's going on," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied. He crawled out of Dominica's office, through the tiny slave door. Once inside his own office, he stood up, picked up his own phone, and dialed a number. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

"I must obey Dominica," came the voice from the other end. "It will be done."

~~~ Continued in Part 3 ~~~

The Exhibit, Part 1

nospam@example.com (jessicablank) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:44:34 -0500

The Exhibit, a Tale of Dominica's Realm

Part 1: The Demonstration

"He got the idea from the story of Snow White," MzDominica explained, waving one hand over the glass coffin. It was on a platform and tilted at an angle of forty-five degrees, so the man inside had his head higher than his feet, making him easier to see, though he was not raised as high as Dominica's tall, voluptuous form. "Complete enclosure," Mistress continued. "A sensory-deprivation chamber... without light, without sound, without feeling, taste, or smell -- except what I put in -- but on exhibit for everyone to see and enjoy."

A woman had just entered the exhibit room, having followed the signs from Dominica's tavern that said, "EXHIBIT, this way." She was dressed more simply than most of the others here, in a tight, black leather corset and a long, black skirt that reached the floor, completely covering her legs. At the end of the leash she held, a naked man crawled on the floor after her, on his hands and knees. She stopped, and he curled into a tight, little ball, head down, awaiting the next tug on the leash, or another order from his mistress.

"Without light?" she asked. "In a glass bubble?"

MzDominica raised a hand and beckoned. "Come closer, and take a look."

Some of the other women standing nearby shifted position a little, to let the new arrival pass. They gave no notice to the naked slave crawling just behind her. She stopped at the side of the coffin, near the middle, and peered inside. Thick, leather straps held the man's hands and ankles in place. Several more on the thighs and biceps made sure he could not even bend a limb. All were softly lined, so there would be no chafing of the skin -- not even to gain some sense of touch from the irritation.

The newcomer looked up toward the top of the enclosure. The man's head was covered with a shiny, black leather hood, with thick padding over the eyes. Only his nose and mouth were visible. The little inserts in his nostrils, with the tubes trailing off to the side, reminded her of oxygen supplies she had seen in hospitals. But the man's mouth was stretched wide -- wrapped around a thick, black, rubber gag, from which a tube rose up... up... up... to a reservoir of yellow fluid. She could guess what that was.

"Yes," Dominica explained, "That's a bottle of my urine. It drip feeds into his mouth, twenty-four hours a day. Well...", she continued, "not ONLY my pee," she chuckled. "Every once in a while, we give him fresh water, or a thin broth with nutrients." She pointed at the man's nose. "That's what those tubes are for -- I can pump in air with any smells I like. My perfume. My sweat. And, when he's drinking water or broth, the scent of my piss. Smell overwhelms the sense of taste -- so, for him, everything tastes like my pee!"

Several of the women were absent-mindedly stroking their own breasts, or between their legs. Like the new arrival, most of them had a male or female slave kneeling on the floor next to them. One had grabbed her slave by his hair and roughly dragged him around and upward, pressing his face against her crotch.

Looking back down at the man's head, the newcomer asked, "What are the headphones for?"

"White noise," MzDominica replied. "There is a continuous feed of sound into his ears, to mask out any sounds in the room. So we can move around, and even talk -- and he won't have any idea we're here."

Suddenly, there was a gentle thrumming sound, and movement mid-way down the coffin. The man inside was naked, except for the mask, the tubing, and a few other attachments. Strong and muscular, his body was a deep bronze color, with no tan lines -- as if he spent much of his time outside in the sunlight, instead of closed up in a little box. There was a catheter inserted into his cock, and a black, rubber sleeve, wrapped around it. It was the cock that was moving, and the sleeve making the gentle noise.

MzDominica chuckled. "The sound you hear is another clever invention of the slave who designed this exhibit," she explained. "It works kind of like one of those floater valves in a toilet tank." Pointing to the rising, hardening cock, she continued, "Whenever his cock starts to get soft and droop, it activates a switch. The sleeve gives his cock a little massage -- slow, gentle waves, caressing and squeezing. Just enough to get him hard again. And then it stops." And just as she finished talking, the thrumming did indeed stop.

"It keeps him hard ALL the time?" asked a woman in green riding leathers.

"ALL the time," Dominica smiled.

The newcomer gave a sudden tug on her slave's leash, and quietly spoke one word: "Lick." She reached down to the front of her skirt, pulling it where one side overlapped the other, revealing smooth, muscular legs and red calf boots. She shifted her left foot outward, giving the slave room to crawl between her legs and stretch his head upward, toward her pussy, just as she pulled the flap back into place, concealing herself again, wrapping her slave in darkness as he applied his soft, warm tongue.

"How long will he be here?" asked the woman in green.

"Two more days," Dominica replied. "He's been in there for three days already. Getting slowly, gently conditioned for even more complete obedience."

"Conditioned?" the newcomer asked, her face a little flushed. She found it hard to tear her gaze away from the big, glass enclosure, and the subject inside.

"That's right, you just arrived," MzDominica said. "I had explained earlier, that the headphones aren't ONLY for white noise. Every once in a while, I add in a track of hypnotic suggestions, at a subliminal level. He's never consciously aware that they're even playing -- but there is no other stimulus in his mind, so he is completely unable to ignore them." She reached over to a console, and touched a switch. "Here, you can listen for a moment on the speaker, overhead. I've got the sound channels balanced differently, so you can hear it."

The speaker came to life, with a gentle hissing in the background -- the white noise track, that formed the main part of the slave's auditory experiences. But the other track was easier to hear: "...becoming more and more obedient... Drip... drip... drip... Every drop of My pee that you swallow... increases your need to obey... You must obey Dominica... Drip... drip... drip... Every drop you swallow... every drop of My pee... makes you need to serve Me, more and more... Drip... Swallow... Drip... Swallow and obey..."

Dominica flipped the switch again, turning the speaker off. "Well, you get the idea."

Several more slaves had found their faces pressed between their mistresses' thighs. Licking. Nuzzling. In a corner of the room, one was having his nose roughly humped by a woman with red hair.

Dominica smiled. Oh, yes, a very interested crowd. "Any questions?"

The woman in green spoke up again, "Where is the inventor? I'd like to get one of these."

Laughing, Dominica pointed toward the coffin. "You're looking at him."

The room filled with little gasps of delight, and a few wicked-sounding, quiet laughs.

"Yes," MzDominica continued, "In a couple of days, we'll take him out. He'll be too dazed to do any thinking for a while -- not that I encourage that sort of thing around here." This drew a few more laughs. "I'll put him put him to work, doing something physical to build up his strength again. Plowing the fields for spring planting, or maybe pulling a pony cart."

"MzDominica," the newcomer said, "I'd like to speak with you afterward, if I may." She was panting, finding it hard to speak. She gave a tap of her hand, down at the front of her dress, and said, "Stop." Deep within the folds of her dress, the slave stopped licking.

"Certainly," Dominica said. "Are there any other questions? No? Then feel free to stay awhile and watch. And be sure to tell your friends!"

Most of the women began walking out, slowly returning to the tavern with their slaves in tow. A couple of them signed the visitor's book near the doorway, and the redhead left with her slave, after dropping a business card on the table. Now that the room was less crowded, those who remained approached the coffin for a better look.

MzDominica remained standing by the coffin, regally still, allowing the newcomer time to realize that it was she who needed to approach Dominica, rather than the reverse. With obvious reluctance, the woman opened the front of her skirt again and gave a tug on the leash, ordering her slave out into the open again. She walked step by slow step toward Dominica, glancing at the coffin, then back to Mistress, as if thinking, reconsidering, and evaluating possibilities. Finally, she closed the distance between them, near enough for a private conversation, without implications of TOO much intimacy. She had the good grace to incline her head a moment, bow a little, and say, "Mistress Dominica, may I introduce myself. I am known as Mistress Black."

"Very glad to meet you," Dominica replied.

"I have a proposal for you, Mistress, if I may."

"Yes? What do you have in mind?"

"I run a chain of spas, with franchises all over the country. Most of them cater only to a female clientele. Your slave's invention, here, suggests a way I might expand my business to attract the other half of the population. I can promote them as decompression chambers, for relaxation." She smiled engagingly.

"Go on," Dominica prompted, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, it represents a considerable investment -- so I'm looking, of course, for any ways I can, to reduce my initial costs. To get any discount I can."

Dominica's expression suddenly looked a little less approving.

"What I propose," the newcomer continued, "is to keep YOUR hypnotic suggestions in the sound tracks -- perhaps you can even augment them... so that every man who tries out the decompression chamber will feel compelled to become your slave, and perhaps come here to your Realm for even more training and conditioning."

Dominica's smile slowly returned. "Mistress Black, we may have something to talk about." She stepped forward, extending a hand, and touched the newcomer's shoulder. "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I could use a beer, myself." She looked back at the coffin. "My little slave, here, is going to need his reservoir refilled, pretty soon!" She ushered Mistress Black through the door, ignoring the naked slave who scuttled after her, and followed her, back to the pub.

Left alone in the room, the slave in the coffin continued to lie still. Slowly breathing. Drip... Drip... Drip... The sleeve around his cock made a thrumming noise for a few moments, caressing, tightening, stiffening... and then went silent.

~~~ Continued in Part 2 ~~~