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.

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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 -

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Last April she had gotten her first email from the mysterious “Friend” she had been instantly intrigued.  A faceless person who seemed to understand everything Sandy was going through.  It was like she didn’t even need to say things.  It was like “Friend” knew and understood her deepest thoughts.

Back then Sandy’s biggest concern was of the string of robberies.  She had lots of possessions and she hated the idea of losing any.  The fact is “Friend” supplied stats and info about the robberies that had helped Sandy convince her dad of the need for a security system.  With Dr. Demmer purchasing an elaborate security system was crucial to having almost every home in town getting there own.  Dr. Demmer was considered a trend setter and a very wise man.  So people felt safe following his example.

Sandy recalled how “Friend” had actually correctly predicted Mike’s need to go all the way and in his own way “Friend” had helped to protect Sandy’s virginity.  Mike had kept his own secret after that night, one he shared with only Paul.  To Mike Sandy was the most exciting girl in the world but… she was a poor lay.  That when she had been giving him a hand job getting him ready she had never been more exciting.  That was one reason he had kept going but when he had entered her she didn’t seem to respond.  He was humping but she wasn’t working with him.  Truth is told he felt it was like sticking his cock in a tree stump.  The tightness felt great and he knew he was her first but from the waist down it was like she was paralyzed.  It was almost like having sex with 2 different girls or that Sandy had just changed personalities.

Sandy often thought about who her special “Friend” might be.  She suspected friend was a shy boy who had a crush on her and this was how he let his feelings out.  But somehow that just didn’t fit.  She had asked “Friend” to talk about who he (or perhaps she) was.  “Friend” never answered any questions about him/herself.  Wouldn’t even say whether “Friend” was male or female or even give an age.  Sandy fantasized that she was chatting with an all powerful oracle or maybe an angel.

Sandy hurried over to her computer hoping if she sent the email now “Friend” might not notice her tardiness.  She knew, deep down inside, that “Friend” would know.  Heck the flashing light on her computer showed she had a message.  She tried fooling herself by thinking I could have gotten an email from anyone that’s why the lights blinking.  She logged on and even her slight hopes were dashed there was an email from “Friend”.  This one was a little different.  The return addresses on the previous emails, at least the ones she remembered checking had come from the school.  This one had as its return address the church.  She had never gotten a message from the church before.  Was it a coincidence she was just thinking about angels or was it something more?

The content of the email hit Sandy like a punch in the stomach.  She felt a little sick after reading it but forced herself to reread the short email.  It said “Sandy I have tried to be your friend but still you forget about me.  Maybe next time I should just let Mike and Paul rape you.  I told you to write me after your date last night without fail.  I did not receive an email from you so I think it best if we stop chatting.  I like to think of myself as kind hearted so I will give you only one chance.  If you want our chats to continue be at church for mass and pray for forgiveness.  If your not there or are late I will know and we will never speak again.  I need to know I have your absolute trust and that you will always do what I tell you no matter what.  I’m trying to guide you and to do that I need our wills to be one.  (signed) “Fading Friend”.

Sandy felt horrible.  She was on the verge of losing her best friend, her confidant, her advisor, her angel.  She couldn’t take it after losing Mandy to lose “Friend” too.  She looked at the clock it read 8:50 and thought oh no please go no!  Mass started promptly at 9.  She was still in her night shirt.  She hadn’t showered.  Her hair was a rat’s nest.  Her breath was morning breath.  And she only had 10 minutes and the church was a 5-10 minute walk away!  Sandy jumped up and ran to her closet.  The first dress her hand closed on she pulled out and put on, then she grabbed her hair brush and ran for the front door.  Her family had already left for church.  She hurried down the side walk dry brushing her hair knowing it wasn’t doing much good as she encountered plenty of tangles.  She wasn’t even aware of what she was wearing only that it was a dress.  As she arrived at the church she got plenty of attention and many openly stared at her.  She saw her family and hurried over to their pew.  Sandy hadn’t been to church in 4 years.  She genuflected upon entering the pew then dropped to her knees in pray.  She had once known the words to some pray but they escaped her now.  She only hoped if “Friend” was watching he/she/it would approve.

While Sandy had still lay slumbering next door the Molnars were up early.  Pastor had left to meditate at the church, which was in fact his church now.  He had shared with his wife how he had planned to call her and the kids up to the altar to introduce the whole family at once to the congregation.  Pam Molnar thought it was a fine idea but advised him to let it be a surprise to the children.  She was worried Judy would be too nervous and that Jimmy might dream up some kind of stunt.  Pam kissed Pastor as he left and started breakfast for the family.

Judy had awoken to a room filled with sunlight.  She remembered falling asleep while reading; her parents must have just let her sleep.  Judy was hot from lying in bed in direct sunshine still in her baggy and hot sweatshirt.  She got up and pulled it off.  She stretched and sat there a few moments trying to get used to her surroundings.  It hadn’t hit her that mom hadn’t put curtains up in her room.  She wanted to take a shower so without thinking she stood and unhooked her bra wanting a fresh bra for church.  She was slipping it off when she heard a noise and glancing toward her door she noticed it was partially open.  Judy jumped was someone spying?  She quickly turned her back to the door but because the room was small doing that made her face directly in front of the window.  She realized anyone might look in on her (Gus was watching and taking pictures).  She grabbed her robe and quickly pulled it on.  Judy gathered her stuff and decided changing in the bathroom was the best idea.

Jimmy had gotten up earlier than Judy.  Over the past couple years he had gotten the habit of getting up logging on and checking his emails to see if he had been sent any news on his role playing game.  If he had stopped to think a moment he would have been less hopeful as no one knew his email address here, well almost no one.  There was Gandalf he was almost certainly Dan or Doug the boys next door.  He laughed to himself at there referring to themselves as Master Mind.  He could teach these dumb hick boys a few tricks in the role playing game.  When he opened his email he was elated to see he had a message.  Yup it was from Gandalf just like he figured.  But the message seemed strange.  He frowned then giggled as he read it.  It started out with a suggestion on what he was doing wrong in the game “…take the right fork and although the axe is most powerful don’t forget the bow…”  But then it changed it told him (it actually sounded like an order) to go take his shower immediately, he wouldn’t be sorry, and then come back and maybe he’d have another email.  Jimmy figured why not he had to shower before church anyway so why not right now.

Jimmy showered quickly wondering what the email meant about not being sorry he showered right now.  Would he get another email?  How would Dan or Doug know what he did inside his house?

Jimmy had finished his shower and was hurrying back to his room anticipating what he might find.  He was passing Judy’s room.  Her door was partially open.  Curiosity got the best of him and he peeked in.  “Holy Cow!!!” there was Judy in her bra and she was unhooking it!  Jimmy watched as her perpetually tanned breasts, Judy just had a naturally darker skin tone, came out of her bra cups.  He would curse himself later but he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as her brown nipples were exposed to his eager eyes.  Judy had heard something he dashed into his room, the bulge in his underwear pointing the way.  But how?  How could Dan or Doug no he’d see Judy’s boobs (complete with nipple shot thank you very much).  Could Gandalf be someone or even something else?  Maybe Gandalf was a real wizard!  Maybe he could see the future and know what’s going to happen!

Jimmy was rubbing his bulge as he hurried to his computer.  At 12 Jimmy wasn’t a stranger to masturbation but he seldom did it.  The risk was great that dad might walk in.  He rechecked his email and sure enough there was a new email waiting for him.  He opened it and read.  “Judy’s boobs are awesome man!  I bet you liked your up close look!  Bet you need to rub out a load right now.  Hell I bet you are right now!  Well don’t worry the old man already left and what the heck you got that wet towel to clean up.  Go for it dude!  Just remember I did you a favor by letting you get a look so you owe me.  Your dads going to call the whole family to the altar at church today.  Trip and push Judy so she leans over the communion rail then every body will get a look at how big they are.  Course they won’t get the view you got!  Don’t let me down if you want any more free looks.  (signed) Gandalf.

The bells signaling the church service is beginning can be heard.  The congregation is still buzzing over Sandy’s entrance in a bride’s maid’s gown that her mother had been storing in Sandy’s closet.  It looks ridiculous on Sandy.  And look at her hair it’s a mess.  The comments running through the congregation range from giggles to outrage.  The one person most pleased from Sandy’s entrance is Judy.  Judy had felt like everyone was staring at her checking out the new family.  Since that day when she was 6 and her life had changed she was never good in public situations.

Pastor Molnar walked out and greeted the congregation.  As was the usual he then read a list of announcements, most were just who was in the hospital, and who had gotten back home, and a church supper.  When he finished the announcements he asked his wife and children to join him so he could introduce everyone at once.  Pam, of course, expected this but the children’s reaction were quite different.  Judy looked close to a panic attack.  Jimmy looked a little confused.  How could Gandalf have known?  He must be a real wizard.  Jimmy decided right then he must do as Gandalf ordered.

Pam led the way up to her husband.  The group had chosen to sit in the 5th pew as that would be a respectful distance.  Passing the first pew and turning to walk to her husband Pam was a little distance in front of her children.  Judy being shy was dragging her feet and Jimmy was right behind her.  As soon as mom had turned the corner and before Judy could Jimmy tripped and accidentally pushed Judy forward.  Judy could only stumble one step forward before she hit the communion rail and had no chance of stopping herself.  The communion rail hit Judy in the stomach.  For a moment Jimmy thought he had pushed her to hard and she’d go over.  He hurried and grabbed Judy to keep her from doing just that.  Judy’s formless dress pulled tight at the waist and a large portion of the congregation was treated to Judy’s large breasts, outlined by her dress pulling tight, hanging down.  Jimmy had exceeded Gandalf’s instruction because by seeming to help her he had actually held her there a few extra seconds.

As father introduced his family Judy’s face was crimson mask from her blushing.  She couldn’t bring herself to look up.  If she had she might have seen a large portion of the congregation was indeed looking at her now shapeless chest and remembering what they had seen.

After service was almost as bad as the entire Molnar family had to stand at the exit and shake hands.  Most smirked at Jimmy, either thinking he was a clumsy young man, or thinking he had planned what he had done.  Most smiled at Judy trying to keep eye contact, most failing at least a little and glancing at her chest.  For the parents it was mostly “Nice sermon Pastor” and “Ma’am” to Pam.

Gus Gully was at the back of the line of parishioners exiting the church.  If any friends and neighbors were watching they’d have commented about how his limp seemed much worse today.  Gus wasn’t hurting more than usual but he was going for sympathy from the Molnars.  Gus had been receiving his own emails from a mystery source.  His emails have alternating return addresses one is the local liquor store, another is a bar Gus frequents, and another is from an adult bookstore and novelty shop almost 50 miles away.  In each case he had been given times when looking out his window, with his binoculars would be to his advantage.  He had thought it was all a joke.  He only followed up on the first one because he was low on cash and just sitting home anyway when the time rolled around.  So he had looked out the window expecting nothing.  He got a shock and a thrill when he saw Mandy out there Giving Paul first a hand job and finished him in her mouth.  Her blouse was wide open and her little breasts buds stood out.  Gus whipped his own cock out and stroked it hoping he could get off before the show ended.  It was a little hard to see and he remembered much to his chagrin, the email had suggested binoculars (later emails would suggest a camcorder with a tripod).  After that first email Gus never missed doing as he was instructed.  The emails he receives are signed Dark Knight, he thinks maybe it’s from some old cop buddies.

Last night Gus had been instructed to watch the Molnar house.  After watching Judy read and marveling at the sight of the way her sweatshirt had pulled tight outlining Judy’s breasts he had a ding.  He had received an email.  He had been idly stroking his cock but not much about the view was changing he decided to check the email.  The email was from Dark Knight it instructed Gus to get some sleep as he had an early morning on Sunday.  Gus was confused early morning hell Sundays he slept till noon.  The email said Gus would enjoy the sunrise watching it break on Judy’s peaks.  Gus decided he should try for a little sleep.  Dark Knight had instructed Gus to set a clock for 6AM.  Gus found sleeping difficult but didn’t want to jerk off till his mysterious emailer said too.  At 6 Gus woke he looked out the window Judy was just waking up.  Then oh god she pulled her sweat shirt off.  Gus had his cock in his fist stroking but after a stretch Judy turned her back to the window.  Gus mutter over and over, “oh please turn around let me shoot my big load on those big melons come on big tits…”  As if by magic (he didn’t know Judy had heard a noise she quickly turned and faced directly at the window.  For a moment the rising sun showed directly on Judy’s exposed breasts as Gus watched.  Gus let loose his biggest orgasm in as long as he could remember.  Saying “oh thank you god” as he came.

When he went to his computer an email from Dark Knight was waiting.  It said “Wasn’t that a Kodak moment.  Bet your facing a big clean up.  But you better get a move on.  Time to thank god in person you’re heading to church.  So clean up and don’t be late.  Oh and by the way I think your injury is going to be an extra bad today better bring your cane.  Who knows you could check into getting some domestic help, some young female domestic help.

So as Gus hobbles toward the church exit he drops his cane he grabs for it but his hat falls.  Judy comes to his aid catching both the cane and the hat.  Gus smiling looking only into Judy’s eyes says “Oh thank you little lady I could sure use someone like you to stop over and do a spot of housework maybe even cook a little”.  Pastor has heard about Gus and everything he’s heard has been positive.  When Gus adds “that he might be able to pay Judy a little something out of his disability pension”.  Pastor jumps in saying Judy is starting school tomorrow but maybe something could be worked out for after school.  Gus senses their hesitancy and jumps in saying you could all come over I guess you could see first hand why this old bachelor could really use a hand.  “Well perhaps we could pay you a small visit” Judy’s mom chimes in.  When Gus says we could go there right now, he knows Pastor cannot leave the church till he makes sure the candles are all out and the church is secure.  Is pleased when Pastor says “Well I suppose we might stop by in about half an hour but we’ll only be able to stay a moment as were expected at the mayors for dinner.  Gus is elated and says “Fine, fine that would be just fine”.

Gus hurries home he wants to make sure things like his binoculars are away and anything else incriminating.  Gus is not a slob but knows that making that impression would show how desperately he needs the help.  He puts ketchup on plates and sticks them in the microwave till the ketchup hardens and it resembles old unwashed spaghetti sauce.  He piles dirty dishes in the sink.  He dumps mostly clean clothes in a laundry basket by the door to the basement like its too painful for him to go down stairs and wash clothes.  He is shooting for the moon but even if he is shot down he expects Pastor’s wife will come over and clean for him.  She may be getting a little old for his tastes, Gus prefers young well endowed girls, and maybe a few pounds past her prime but he can still see the hottie in her.

Gus’s house usually fairly tidy is a mess when Pastor’s family arrives.  Pastor chuckles “saying it’s not too bad”.  Pam, Pastor’s wife, is looking around like a contractor preparing to bid on a job evaluating the home.  Judy is standing quietly but at least her head is up and she’s mostly smiling.  Jimmy seems to be the most truthful one when he says “oh gross!”  Pam finally says with an embarrassed grin on her face “you might need a whole cleaning crew if the rest of the house is like this”.  Gus is still pretending his arthritis is flaring up says “please look around all you want I have nothing to hide.  But if you don’t mind I need to take a rest”.  Pam is still evaluating the living room and kitchen.  Pastor checks his watch.  Jimmy seems bored.  Judy is watching Gus through lowered eyelids.  Gus takes advantage that Judy is the only one looking and takes out a bottle of pills.  He makes a production out of trying to get up.  Judy asks “Mr. Gully can I get a glass of water for you sir?”  Gus settles back and says smiling “you’re an angel child a real down from heaven angel”.

Pastor reminds his wife of there commitment as she starts wandering toward the stairs.  She tells her husband that Gus really does need help.  But maybe the job is a little big for just Judy.  Pastor agrees it’s a big house and big job but he indicates Judy who is bringing Gus a glass of water.  “I think she made her first friend here I think this might be good for her.  Pam smiles and can do nothing but agree.  She say’s “well the final decision is Judy’s”.  They ask Judy and she says it might be could having something to do.  Dad cautions that school work comes first and if Judy’s grades slip she’ll have to stay home.  The Molnar family leaves for there dinner date promising to send Judy over after school the next day.  Gus is a very happy man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I grew older I was able to enter minds at will, spying on my teachers, stealing test answers, I even studied my sexy teacher through her eyes in the bathroom mirror. Great tits!

I had gotten used to this talent, but the dreams were new. A few nights later I had another dream.

This time I remembered in vivid detail, and it scared the hell out of me...

I was in the eyes of a monster, I watched as he reached a muscled arm up to a screen and ripped it from its frame. He expertly jimmied the window lock and hoisted himsef, us, up and into a bathroom.

I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, big and muscular, with tattos on his massive arms, slightly handsome with a crew cut.

He ambled into a hall in a big house and headed to a door. Without hesitation, he opened the door and entered a master bedroom.

I watched , fascinated, as he walked up to a king sized bed and gazed upon the small sleeping figure under the sheets.

He quickly reached out and clamped a big paw over the woman's mouth.She awoke instantly and her eyes grew wide with terror. The big man spoke," Bitch you better keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll break your neck!"

I could sense utter fear in the pretty dark haired woman as she nodded her head. The beast pulled out some rope and bound her hands behind her back, roughly manhandling the woman.

He looked down with satisfaction at his target. She was very pretty, wearing a sheer nightgown with thong panties, face down on the bed.

The rapist then reached down and flipped the small woman over, her chest rising and falling in rapid breath. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand and ripped her nighty open with the other, revieling a nice pair of tits capped with hard brown nipples.

"I'm not here to kill you bitch, but I will if you give me any trouble, you got that?" She nodded, moaning slightly as he cruelly squeezed her breasts.

He reached down and dropped his pants, exposing a massive cock, taking a handful of hair, he sat the small woman up and pushed his big dick into her small mouth, I sensed him smilling as he pumped his dick in and out of the woman's tear streaked face.

He drew back and then pushed his cock to the hilt down her throat, making her gag, her hands clenched into fists behind her back as she choked on the hugh member. He pulled cruelly at her hair as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.

He slid his cock out of her mouth and dragged her face up to the edge of the bed, forcing her head to hang over the side. Smacking her in the face with his cock, he said "Lick my balls, bitch!" He squated over her face and laid his big nuts on her lips. When she did'nt start licking, he suddenly backhanded her across the face, making her lip bleed a little, "I said lick my fucking balls, bitch !"

She complied, sobbing as she slid her tongue over his big balls. The beast finished ripping her nightgown off her tiny body and  Slid his big hand into her thong panties. "Nice tight pussy, baby, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you tonite!"

He , we, looked down at the pathetic little woman as she licked his nuts, him jacking his cock. He suddenly flipped her over onto her face, her hands straining at the bonds. I sensed anothe cruell smile as he tore her thongs off her tight little ass.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her small body. Laughing, he spit on his cock and began to work it up into her tight pussy. She moaned into the sheet as he gradually forced his cock all the way in.

He began to pump her hard, her tight ass gigling as the beast fucked her. She began to gasp as he pulled her head straight back with a handfull of hair. Making animal noises through clenched teeth he was dripping sweat onto her back as he urgently shoved his cock in and out of her.

Finally, after awhile, he let out a moan and pulled out, spraying her dimpled back with a load of cum. Getting off his victom, he pulled her off the bed and pushed her to her knees.
"Lick me clean whore!" he commanded as he shoved his dick back into her mouth.

Her eyes were wet and swollen from crying as she looked up at him, us, and began licking and sucking his softening cock. I could sence the smile on his face as he finally fliped her over and untied her hands.

She lay on the floor, sobbing as the beast got his pants back on and put the ropes in his pocket. He smacked her on the ass as he walked out, saying "That was good, bitch, I might be back."

He walked out the front door and left.

I awoke, sweating and thought about this dream. I was so real, I had to have been there! My talent was always used on people I chose, never coming to me as this one had.

I checked the paper a couple of days later and was stunned to find an article about the "hills rapist" a man who broke into homes of wealty women and raped them.

I waited with anticipation for the next time...........

Doc thought about his own secret.  In the small town of Worth he was most likely the first or second most respected man.  But he had a secret dark side too.  The truth of that matter was John “Doc” Demmer loved women.  And even though he had a beautiful wife and family Doc couldn’t help himself when he saw another woman he had to look.  Whenever the urge overtook him in a public setting John always was discreet with his memory he could take in everything vital about the feminine form at just a glance, and then he was able to study the image his mind created for him.  No one would suspect he was studying the curve of a women’s breast or her deep cleavage in his mind.  But it was often true John Demmer had a tit fetish.  Whenever he saw a woman his eyes were drawn as if by magnetic force to that woman’s breasts.  It didn’t matter if the woman was 10 or 90 he had to look.  Only his superior intellect and charm kept him from being caught.

John Demmer was, since about age 13, searching for the most perfect set of breasts in the world.  At 13 he thought those perfect breasts belonged to his sister’s best friend.  Every time she came over he was secretly watch her dreaming of seeing her large breasts naked.  He finally achieved his goal when his sister’s friend had spent the night.  All it cost him was a couple leg cramps (and a mess to clean).  He had spent 3 hours hiding in the bathroom cramped bathroom linen closet.  Since then he had found several sets of boobs which he thought were perfect all the way through college and medical school.  When ever he saw a perfect pair he made it his quest to see them bare.  He rarely failed his quest.  As first a good looking boy then going on to become a doctor he seemed to have few problems separating a female from her blouse and bra.

A couple years out of medical school and trying to establish his own practice he met Kathy Moore.  The meeting was purely accidental.  Kathy had left her small home town and went to the big city dreaming of the excitement and adventure (and romance?) that would be hers in a major metropolitan area.  Instead she found herself being an overworked underpaid waitress.  She had a crappy little studio apartment that she could barely pay the rent on.  She was either at work or at home almost all the time.  She was working a double shift one night; she needed the money as her rent was already late, when John Demmer’s car had broken down near the restaurant.  He had come in only to use the phone and call for service when, he quite literally bumped into Kathy.  John had not expected to feel, what he thought, were a perfect set of boobs.  He had gotten directions to the phone and had turned and taken a single step when he collide with Kathy.  She had been carrying a large tray of food raised up high to squeeze through between the closely packed tables.  John had been pointing to where another waitress had said the phones were when his hand met Kathy’s breast.  Shocked Kathy dropped the tray food went everywhere.  Kathy’s boss was horrified and even though John offered to pay for all the ruined food Kathy’s boss fired her on the spot.  Less than 6 months later Kathy Moore became Kathy Demmer and they had moved back to Worth.

But just because John married Kathy didn’t mean he gave up looking at breasts.  It only meant now he needed to exercise caution.  As now as he watched the Molnar family, unobserved, he was able to take a closer look.  Judy’s breasts were hidden by her shapeless sack dress once again but Pam’s clothes showed that mom had a very nice set too.  Pam might be older and a few pounds more than her ideal weight still it was obvious where Judy’s curves had come from.  Doc started imagining what both mother and daughter might look like naked.  Just the thought put a contented smile on John’s face.

John had always loved to talk about women’s breasts.  In college he and some dorm buddies had actually made a chart ranking each girl they met.  If you didn’t know a women’s name you had to learn it to put her on the chart.  The chart ranked the women not by a number (like a 1-10 scale) or stars but by bra cups.  The ultimate was 5 full bra cups.  Very few women had ever rated a 5.  Judy was a distinct possibility to top the scale and even a little heavy Kathy could be a 4 cupper.  John no longer kept a chart but one of his dorm buddies lived in Worth.  He was the only person in Worth that John could share secrets with.

Norm Johnston was that man.  He had settled down from his wild college days.  His secret was that he wished he could be more like Doc.  He knew about Doc’s affairs and his still never ending quest to find the perfect boobs.  After graduating college with a CPA degree he found that girls where not as attracted to accountants as to young doctors.  He sometimes wished he had gone to medical school but Norm couldn’t stand the sight of blood.  Norm had moved back to Worth right after college and is a successful accountant handling several large farm accounts.

Norm married hometown girl Sally Parker.  The Johnston’s was not a perfect marriage as Norm preferred more full breasted women and in the breast department Sally was lacking.  Norm married her because after getting drunk and having sex with her (he had failed with his date) Sally had announced she was Norm’s girlfriend.  Not wanting to stir up trouble, Sally’s dad was an early client, Norm didn’t correct her.  When Norm finally built up his courage, and his client list, he told Sally that he thought they should see other people.  Then Sally dropped a bombshell that she had missed her period.  She was pregnant with Norm’s child.  Norm’s choices were limited he could either marry Sally before she showed signs of pregnancy or risk a scandal that might ruin him both personally and professionally.  Norm opted for the altar.  And Sally Parker became Sally Johnston.  A month after there wedding Sally came home from the doctor smiling and happy saying that it had been a false pregnancy.  By then it was too late for Norm.  Divorcing the daughter of one of his best clients was never an option.  Sally did prove fertile.  She bore Norm 4 children over time.  The eldest David, named after Sally’s dad, was a bit slow in school and rarely was seen with other boys.  Then came Billy and Bobby, they are identical twins.  Both boys seemed to have been born with an overabundance of energy.  They seemed to be always on the go and since they are identical twins they seem to be everywhere at once.  Then finally there is Amy.  Amy was a complete surprise.  Doctors had informed Sally that after the birth of the twins that she would be unable to have any more children.  Amy was a gift from god.  The daughter Sally had always hoped for.

John Demmer was pulled back was his reverie when he realized Rich and Pam Molnar were approaching.  They had noticed him out at his car and feared their dinner invitation was about to be canceled.  Maybe Doc had an emergency.  Pam was especially worried as if dinner was cancelled she knew Rich would expect her to whip up a roast for Sunday dinner.  This would involve hours of work for Pam.  She had so looked forward to a nice relaxing day of letting someone else do the work.  Pastor, without hesitation but with a look of concern asked the big question.  “John is everything okay?  Are we still on for dinner?”  John was smiling as he replied, “Oh yeah everything’s great just that meeting your family at church several members of the congregation expressed an interest in wanting to know all about you and your family.  So Dinner has been changed to Wolf Woods and has become a barbecue.  But don’t worry I can do magic with a grill and I’ve got a mess of thick juicy steaks for us.”  Pam was elated.  Dinner at the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ would have been fun but she’d be expected to offer to help Kathy in the hot kitchen.  But a barbecue meant the men did all the cooking she could just relax.  Plus with more people she’d be at the center of attention.  John suggested that Pastors family change and then Rich could drive his car and follow the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ out to the woods.

Back at there house Pastor informed the kids of the change in plans and that they should change into light clothes they could play in.  Jimmy was excited.  Judy was a bit nervous after what had happened in church.  Pastor changed into a short sleeve shirt and slacks but kept his collar on figuring he would be more Pastor than Rich today.  Kathy chose a light print blouse (you could almost make out her bra through her blouse) and shorts.  Judy chose her thickest t shirt; under this she wore a full bra, and shorts that were almost knee length.  Jimmy picked a tank top and cutoffs.  As Jimmy changed he noticed a flashing light on his computer indicating he had mail.  He quickly logged on to see what the message was.  It was from Gandalf telling him he did an inspired job at the church and that if he continued to show initiative Jimmy would rise in through the ranks of Gandalf’s legion.  And wouldn’t it be funny after what happened in church if Jimmy could sprinkle some of that joke itching powder he got in Judy’s bra that way if Judy perspired her boobs would itch.  Imagine how everyone would laugh at that sight!  Smiling Jimmy logged off thinking of being near the head of a great legion in an upcoming magical war.  He vowed that he’d follow Gandalf’s orders, he was now sure Gandalf was not Dan or Doug   He took the itching powder statement as an order and since Judy was still in the bathroom he could slip into her room unnoticed.  Jimmy had no way of being sure which bra Judy would wear so he sprinkled a small amount of the powder in each.  He moved quickly before Judy got out of the bathroom and changed.  Pastor started calling for the kids and with Judy being last, as usual, they came down changed and hurried to the car.

The woods proved to be the perfect place.  Abundant room for the gathering along with many activities for people young and old a like.  There was a volleyball net up, and horseshoe pit and a playground among other things.  Along with plenty of wooded area if someone sought solitude.

Judy upon seeing the number of vehicles parked at the entrance to Wolf Woods groaned almost silently.  Pastor, again demonstrating that he was right for his calling, intuitively knew what was wrong.  Pulling into a parking space he told Judy she had nothing to worry about.  That a lot of the cars were families, probably having picnics of there own.  He indicated the woods telling her she had nothing to worry about cause if the crowds proved too much she could always go off and be by herself and still be within easy ear shot if he called.  Judy felt a little calmer she wanted to be a brave little solider for dad.  “But why are my breasts starting to itch?” she wondered to herself.

Back in Chicago Judy was considered a fine baby sitter.  Younger children were easier for her to relate too.  They mostly wanted stuff because they needed it, like a diaper change or to eat or have a mess cleaned up.  But at some magical point, she wasn’t exactly sure when, people started wanting stuff they didn’t need.  As her body had changed and developed she came to understand this all to well.  That man when Judy was 6 had changed her childhood.  But it had been her mothers fault too.  Pam wanted to keep Judy in a plastic bubble so nothing bad could ever touch her.  But the bubble kept the good away too.  Sandy had never had friends.  Never been on a date.  There were a whole lot of never's in Judy’s life.  About the only place her mom had taken Judy was to the nursing home Pam volunteered at 3 times a week.  Judy was happy there.  Whenever she was there she worked hard and was quite pleasant no matter what was asked of her.  Judy reflected while there on something her mother had told her.  That as people got older they become children again.  And yes Judy understood that.  They needed help eating and walking, they needed help into the bathroom (some even wore diapers).  Judy thought of helping at the nursing home as if it was baby sitting, and she liked baby sitting.

Jimmy wasn’t the only one who received email after church.  David Johnston had also made a new contact in April.  David’s new friend signed his emails “Cyber Punk”.  His emails had mainly been about rebellion.  Cyber Punk had parents just like David’s.  They didn’t trust him with the simplest responsibilities with out following behind and checking up on him.  David was really insulted the few times his parents had asked Sandy to baby sit him and his siblings.  Sandy wasn’t even a year older plus she was a bitch after Mr. and Mrs. Johnston went out.  Sandy would think nothing of getting on the phone and staying on for hours.  Sandy experimented on Mr. Johnston’s computer.  That was the one thing David didn’t mind.  She’d go to sex chat rooms that David had no idea even existed.  David learned about them by spying on Sandy.  One time he even saw Sandy take her top off and sit there in just her bra.  He had jerked off that night to the image of Sandy’s, admittedly small, breasts in her lacey bra.  In April David finally convinced his parents that he needed a computer of his own, and because Mr. Johnston was tired of his computer being in use when he needed it, David got his own computer for his room.  David had agreed his brothers could use it to but everyone understood it was David’s computer.

Cyber Punk was good at hooking David up with porno sights.  And like Cyber Punk, David’s taste in pictures was large breasted young girls, preferable wearing a few loads of cum.  Since connecting with Cyber Punk David averaged masturbating 3 to 4 times every day.  Cyber Punk also provided David with several story sites.  But David, not being much of a reader, only really liked stories of control.  Ropes and chains were cool, and even sort of medieval, but David’s favorite type of control was mind control.  Cyber Punk thought that was so cool and that he loved those stories to that’s why he sent so many of those sites.  Had David been smarted he might have seen how Cyber Punk was leading him to be just the way he wanted.

On this particular Sunday Cyber Punk’s email to David was slightly different.  It asked “Did you (David) enjoy the show at church.  Do you think Judy was hot?  Did you see how big Judy’s boobs were?  Bet you wouldn’t mind Judy being your baby sitter.  Bet you can’t wait to get to the woods and check out what Judy’s wearing.  Want to have some fun?  Maybe get a better look at Judy’s boobs.  Have your brothers think they started a water balloon fight.  Then watch for your chance and drench Judy’s chest.  You’ll get such a cool view.  To bad she’ll be wearing a bra or it would even be cooler!

As the big picnic/barbecue began Pastor was most pleased by the large turnout.  It seemed even the people not affiliated with the church had decided to come out to meet him and his family.

The crowd of strange faces greatly increased Judy’s nervousness.  Everyone was shaking her hand saying how happy they were to welcome her.  Was it her imagination or did most of the guys, young or old, sneak a peek at her chest.  Her over sized t shirt hid her curves, of that she was certain, and she had picked her thickest bra so her breasts were well hidden, but they still peeked.  And why were her boobs itching more!  She knew she was in the woods but ants couldn’t have gotten in her bra, could they?  Judy felt close to panic and tried to catch her parent’s eye to let them know she needed to be alone but they were enjoying the spotlight.  Finally Judy couldn’t take it any longer and mumbled something that could have been “bathroom” and hurried to the Port o Potty.

Once in the cramped stall she felt blessed relief at being alone.  But her boobs still itched.  But her boobs were the only thing that itched so how could ants have gotten in her bra?  She decided to investigate.  She pulled off her t shirt, then unhooked her bra and removed it as well.  She looked inside the cups of her bra.  There seemed to be tiny brown spots on the white inner lining.  Could this be what was making her itch?  Where had they come from?  Had mom done laundry?  Maybe there was something in the water or the washer.  With her bra off Judy decided it was a perfect time to see if she could rub away the itchiness she still felt.  She had just started when a banging started on the door.  Judy jumped before she realized it was just someone knocking to see if the bathroom was open.  She knew she needed to get dressed so others could use the bathroom.  She looked down for her bra, but it was gone!  Her head swiveled searching the cramped little portable bathroom but didn’t see it.  Then it hit her, the only place it could be.  When she had jumped her bra had slipped between her legs and dropped down the partial full hole.  It was gone.

Judy groaned she supposed she could reach into the hole and retrieve her bra but it would be in no shape to wear as any number of people had already relieved themselves in the bathroom.  Judy pulled on her t shirt hoping, but not being able to check as there was no mirror, that it covered her adequately.  Upon leaving the bathroom Judy was met by the man who had knocked.  He smiled at her but when his eyes met her chest his smile changed to grin.  Judy knew right then that she needed to get away be by herself.  The t shirt was not thick enough to hide the fact Judy was braless under it.

Judy looked to wear her parents were she had noticed a couple trails leading back into the woods behind them.  She discarded the idea of escaping that way as she would have to go right through the largest part of the crowd.  Looking the other way was a fairly large open are where a few people were swatting a volley ball around.  And in the distance she saw kids running around playing.  She’d still have to pass people but there would be less people this way and maybe the kids wouldn’t even notice her.  Her mind made up she started that way.

She had seen the openings for a couple trails they were just past where the kids were playing.  Keeping her head down, she didn’t want to appear rude; she hoped to not interact with anyone.  She wondered what she would say to her parents about what had happened and why she had taken off.   She wasn’t watching where she was going but knew by the squeals of young laughter she was close to where the kids had been playing she looked up to see where the trails opened from.  The sun was beating down and she raised her hand to shield her brow as she saw a sign.  Just then a boy ran past.  He was being chased.  The boy doing the chasing had something in his hand.  He threw it at the boy just as the boy darted past Judy.  Judy had no time to react.  A water balloon burst fully on her now braless chest.  The t shirt stuck to Judy like a second skin.  To anyone with eyes Judy’s boobs were visible through the soaked t shirt.  A boy he seemed bigger than the others stood rooted to the spot staring open mouthed.  Judy was frozen, not from the water that was very cold, but in shock.  Seconds pasted before Judy yelped, crossed her arms over her chest, and bolted into the woods.  She neither knew nor cared where she was going.

David was standing on the path that led into the woods.  His eyes bulged.  His mouth dropped open.  And hardness formed at his crotch.  All this happened in the few seconds Judy stood frozen arms spread wide.  When Judy bolted forward she soon realized that running with only one arm covering her boobs proved best, it allowed her better balance and speed.  The path entering the woods was narrow with shrubbery at its beginning.  David was standing in the middle of the narrow path.  As Judy brushed by David, her free arm inadvertently brushed the boy’s crotch.  Judy never even realized it had happened.  To David it was another story.  David had never had anyone touch him there; he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips.  Already Judy was to far away to hear it.  David grabbed his own crotch and not caring if he was observed or not whipped down his shorts.  He grabbed his cock; it only took 3 strokes before his warm white gooey fluid was painting the leaves of the bush next to him.  David’s orgasm seemed to last forever as his testicles continued to pulse with huge spurts of cum.

David didn’t know it but he was observed.  He had been having a water balloon fight with his twin brothers, Billy and Bobby, they had run on ahead but at Judy’s loud yelp they turned back.  They turned just in time to see the new girl put her arm over her chest and run, brushing past David, into the woods.  Then something totally unexpected happened.  Their big brother David, whom they thought was totally cool, dropped his shorts right out in the open.  The boys thought David had to pee.  Stuff shot out of his dick but it sure didn’t look like urine and it came in spurts.  Was David rubbing his dick as the stuff came out?  The boys weren’t sure what was going on but there own hands had gone to there respective crotches and rubbed some imitating David only with their pants up.

With so many voices able to be heard from where the 3 boys were it is impossible to say how many other sets of eyes witnessed what David had done but one set was a certainty.  Sandy had kept a close eye on Judy.  She was searching the new girl for strengths and weaknesses.  Sandy saw that Judy could be disturbed by large crowds; Sandy had watched Judy hurry off to the bathroom.  Sandy watch from a small distance away as Judy left the port o potty.  She blinked a couple times making sure she was seeing right but yes Judy’s boobs were definitely bouncing more after she left the bathroom then before she went in.  Sandy discreetly followed Judy wondering what more she might see.  She saw David chasing his brothers.  Those clowns were behaving like little kids having a water balloon fight.  The twins were running apparently out of ammo.  David was holding a huge water balloon but it was fairly obvious he wouldn’t catch his brothers.  That was when Judy crossed the boy’s path.  Judy getting soaked and David’s reaction proved too much for Sandy she collapsed behind a tree laughing.  Sandy knew she’d want to share this with “Friend” as soon as she got home.  If she could ever stop laughing that is she thought?