"Mountains of Rubber" Chapter 4
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...continues from "Mountains of Rubber (ch.3)" - click here to start there...
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.
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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.
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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.
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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!"
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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!"
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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!
Read more free stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves at
http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/
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