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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Outside, doggie," she said.

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

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

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

Squeak!  Squeak!  Squeak!

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

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

Dan/Woof's bladder was about to explode!

Squeak!  Squeak!  Squeak!

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

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

"Pee," she commanded.

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

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

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

"Pee," she commanded again.

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

"Stop!" she commanded.  "Follow."

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

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

"Pee!"  "Stop!"  "Pee!"  "Stop!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stand up, Daniella," Dominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The slave was pumping her hips, grinding back and forth, head back, moaning constantly.

"Open your eyes, Daniella.  Look at me," Dominica commanded.

Her head snapping down, her eyes snapping open, Daniella obediently regarded her Mistress, awaiting her instructions.

"Watch, now, as I press one more button."  Dominica lifted both hands high, so the remote was directly in front of Daniella's face.  Dramatically, she extended her index finger, slowly dropped it toward the box, and pressed a big button, dead center in the set of controls.  "It all stops," she said.  "The black rubber suit remains in place, but everything stops.  All is quiet."  She looked up at Daniella's eyes, with a wry smile.  "Or... is it?"  Slowly, Dominica stooped before her slave, placing the remote control on the ground, just a couple of feet away in front of Daniella.  She stood up again.

With the middle finger of one hand, Dominica caressed her slave's rubber-covered crotch, gently, slowly.  "Do you know what mode the remote control is in, now?" she said.  Daniella gently wagged her head, no.  Dominica smiled.  "It has a microphone.  And every sound it hears will control the black rubber suit.  EVERY sound, however tiny, is going to make the suit stimulate you, in a different way."

Daniella couldn't tell if Dominica was still stroking her sex.  She felt so very aroused, and so very wet.

"You are now at the mercy of every noise you hear.  Every bird call.  Every puff of the wind.  Every rustle of the trees.  It's going to play up and down your body.  Stroking your sex.  Pinching your nipples."  Dominica stood close, whispering in Daniella's ear.  "Caressing the back of your neck."  With one booted foot, she trampled the pine needles on the ground, making crackling noises.  Daniella could feel gentle trails of sensation, behind her ear, though she had not been touched.

Then MzDominica stepped back, turned around, walked away a few paces.  She turned again.  "Mmmmm, you look so yummy.  I'll be back.  In a while."  She looked up, and around, admiring the pines and the blue sky above.  "You're in the mountains!  Enjoy the fresh air!  The sunshine.  And... all... those... delicious... noises!"  She turned once more, and walked back into the cabin.

Leaving Daniella shackled between the trees.  Her pussy dripping.  Her mind floating.  Listening for sounds.  Wondering what was going to happen next.

Almost immediately, a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the pine trees all around her.  Daniella could feel the rustling, as caresses up her thighs, across her belly, almost to her breasts -- then it stopped!  A bird twittered, and she felt her nipples being pinched -- so sharply, and yet so lightly.  High in the sky, a jet plane flew, and its distant roar vibrated the butt plug in her ass.  The staccato of a woodpecker in the distance felt like someone was tickling her underarms.

There was a crunching of dry leaves in front of her.  Daniella felt like someone was squeezing her breasts.  Crunch.  Another squeeze.  Crunch, crunch.  More squeezing.  Realizing her eyes had closed, Daniella opened them, and found herself staring at a squirrel, directly in front of her.  Paws upraised, it seemed to be begging.  It took a step on the dry pine needles.  Crunch.  Ohhhhh... her breasts felt so good.  Step, hop, hop.  Crunch, crunch, crunch.  She felt each noise, and her pussy dripped even more.  Slave to the squirrel's every move.  She spread her thighs just a little wider.  Each little crunch squeezed her breasts.  Trailed up her thighs.  Pushed into her wet pussy.

Behind her, Daniella heard more crunching -- louder, as from bigger feet.  Crunch, crunch.  Pause.  Crunch.  It felt like caresses between her shoulder blades, and she wanted to fuck back onto something, she felt so good.

Then the thought hit her.  Marking territory?  Dogs, and cats... and other animals.  Like what... mountain lions?  What kinds of animals were around here, anyway?  Were they all really scared away by the scent of human urine?  What WAS behind her?

The squirrel probably WAS here begging for food.  You weren't supposed to feed the wild animals, but some people did it anyway.  The squirrel was here, looking for goodies -- was something here after the squirrel?

Hop, hop, step.  Crunch, crunch, crunch.  Mixed with uncertainty and a little fear, the noises still stimulated Daniella's sex.  Her crotch was pumping as she stared at the squirrel, gazing helplessly into its little black eyes, as each crunch played with her pussy.  As it got closer and closer to the remote control.  Hop, hop.  Crunch, crunch.  Every crunch, a flick of sensation on her clit!  It was going to grab the control!  What would it do to her?  Would it push one of the buttons?

Crunch!  Crunch!  Crunch!  From behind her, Daniella heard the larger feet move quickly, and the squirrel stood upright, then scampered away.  She was about to try to turn her head, to see if she could look behind her, when MzDominica came back out of the cabin, carrying something.  Mistress seemed to be looking past her, at whatever was behind her, nodding and smiling.  Then she looked back at Daniella, her smile even bigger, and she said one word:  "Sleep."

Daniella went into a deep trance.

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Oooh, what is Mistress carrying, you may wonder?  Well, you'll find out soon!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dominica...  Dominica...  Dominica...

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

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

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

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

*          *          *          *          *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chew it and swallow, little boot slave!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Chew it.  Swallow."

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

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

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

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

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

"Boot!  Lick my boot.  Left one!"

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

"Fruit!"

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

"Boot!"

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

"Fruit!"

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

"Boot!"

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

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

*          *          *          *          *        *

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

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

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

*          *          *          *          *        *

"Good girl!"

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

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

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

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

Daniella's eyes popped wide open.

Out?

*          *          *          *          *

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

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

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

"What did you say, my little slave?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daniella's hands were stroking furiously now.

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

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

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

"Mmmpphhhhffftt!" Daniella replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daniella obeyed, her eyes still closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*          *          *          *          *        *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like them?" MzDominica asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's enough," Dominica announced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl," Dominica cooed.

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

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

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

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

"Daniellllllaaaa!" she heard her Mistress calling.

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

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said.

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

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

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

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

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

They were going dancing.

Dancing.

And her clit was soooo hard!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, the music stopped!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your eyes, Daniella," Mistress commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lights on," MzDominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yet there was something...  Was the one twin's thong just a little bit tighter?  Outlining the lips of her barely-hidden pussy just a little more than her sister's?  Her gaze, a little more straight-ahead and unfocused? -- while her sister's attention wandered from the warm ocean, to the sand, to the people ahead, to the children playing, to her twin's face, then out to the horizon.

With twins, they say, there is always a dominant one -- the leader, that the other twin goes along with, agrees to, matches.  Often, it's the firstborn of the two -- but not always.  With Cindy and Linda, this was true -- but not for the usual reasons.

They continued their walk, at a leisurely pace, the late afternoon sun at their backs.  With every step, Cindy's tight thong tugged on the hidden circlet that ringed her clitoris.  Left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Tug... pause... tug... a rub against the cloth of her thong.  So gentle.  So impossible to ignore.  The little marble sewn into the inside of the back of her thong pressed against her anus, teasing with every step.  Tap, a bit of a pause, tap, glide.  So impossible to think.  Just follow her sister Linda's steps, let her hand gently guide their direction.  The shimmering blue cloth disguised the spot of wetness continually dribbling from her pussy.  Her nipples were taut, jutting out, continually aching.  So were Linda's nipples -- but the cause was different.

Linda guided her twin as they walked along the edge of the water, listening to the barely-suppressed panting that was Cindy's breathing.  She knew that with every step, every shift of position, Cindy was being stimulated repeatedly, relentlessly.  Linda looked around, enjoying the delightful view of the sky, the ocean, the nearly-naked bodies -- many beautiful, many not so beautiful.  She knew people stared at them.  It excited her.  Even more exciting that they had no idea of the power she held over Cindy.  The power they agreed would last a year.  And that year was coming to an end.

They reached the gate to the private stairway, leading up to their beach house.  Linda let go of Cindy's hand, and unhooked the tiny key ring attached to the right strap of her own thong.  She opened the gate, led the panting Cindy through, then closed and locked the gate.  Step by gentle step, they ascended the long stairway, all of wood painted a light blue, but weathered by years in the sun and wind.  At the top, Linda unlocked the door, again led Cindy through, closed and locked the door.

Once inside, Cindy immediately dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled alongside her sister.  Her eyes were still unfocused, her mind barely aware of where she was -- only that she was next to her sister.  Her mistress.  Her owner.

Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda.  Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appearance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion.  Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation.  Taking babies along would have been inconvenient.  And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not acquired the habit of thinking about them as traveling companions.  Raised by nannies, educated at boarding schools, as the girls entered adulthood they were entirely independent of all family ties.  Except, of course, money.  Something they never had to worry about.

Finding something interesting to do -- that was another matter.

They had played little "follow the leader" games all their lives.  Somewhere along the line, as emerging grown-ups, the games became subtly more and more sexual.  Going out with boys -- or girls -- and switching dates.  Daring each other to push the envelope just a little bit farther, try more outlandish things.  Each watching the other having sex, in a hotel or car.  Exchanging partners.  Playing with each other, while their dates watched, or screwed them from behind.  Some experiments with bondage and discipline.  With hypnosis, mind control.  They both decided they liked that -- a lot.  They played little dominance games with each other more and more.  Sometimes Cindy was the mistress, sometimes Linda.

Then they hit on the idea of "the agreement."

For one year, one of them would be the dominant partner, the other the submissive.  For a full twelve months, one of them would be mistress, the other slave.  At the end of the year, they would switch.  A game of "spin the dildo" decided that they would start out with Cindy as the slave, Linda as the mistress.

Today was the anniversary.  The last day of the year.  Time to exchange places.

Linda led Cindy to her usual "slave cell" -- the shower stall in the bathroom.  "Stand up," Linda said.  Still not quite sure where she was, Cindy stood, and let Linda guide her through the door of the stall, and position her facing the shower head.  Linda lifted Cindy's left arm above her head, and attached the wrist cuff that dangled from a chain in the ceiling, then did the same with her right arm.  Then she reached inside Cindy's thong, and unhooked the clit circlet from the string that attached it to the swimsuit.  Cindy's legs shook with the brief stimulation of her clit.  Linda gently tugged the thong down Cindy's long, smooth legs.  A tap of Linda's finger to the back of Cindy's left knee signaled Cindy to lift her foot, so Linda could pull the suit off that leg, and then a tap to her foot made the slave set her foot down again.  Repeating with the right leg, Linda removed Cindy's thong, and set it aside on the counter top.  A tap to the inside of each thigh signaled Cindy to shift her stance, so her legs were spread in a wide inverted "V", allowing Linda to attach the ankle cuffs to the slave's legs.  Linda then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cindy chained in the shower stall.

The bathroom held many ways for Linda to play with her slave.  Racks of dildos, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and degrees of "bumpiness."  An enema bag -- a very large one -- with a long tube, and a collection of nozzles, also in various sizes.  Scented oils and lubricants for the skin.  Special lubricants for the vagina, the rectum -- some with stimulating or aphrodisiac qualities.  That was the "low tech" part.

There was a waterproof TV screen in the wall, directly in front of Cindy's eyes.  In a few moments, it came to life, with Linda's face looking out at Cindy.  The camera and a small control station were in the living room of the beach house, next to a big TV where Linda could watch her sister from a dozen different angles, through cameras all over inside the bathroom.

"Pee," Linda commanded.  The sound of her voice penetrated the fog that engulfed Cindy's mind, and she mindlessly released everything inside her bladder.  As soon as Cindy was finished, Linda pressed a control on her console, and the shower came on, rinsing Cindy down with a gentle spray of water at body temperature.  Another touch of a control, and the spray stopped.

"Slave Cindy," Linda said.  "Slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..."  Those words always triggered Cindy to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis, enslaved to Linda's voice, wiping all thoughts from her mind.  "That's right... feel your mind going...  You're so horny, aren't you, Cindy?  Say yes."

Cindy was so deep, she couldn't even answer without a direct command to do so.  "Yes," she said.  Linda watched through a waist-high camera as Cindy's hips bucked forward.  She pressed another control, and a well-aimed jet of water briefly shot out of the wall, directly at Cindy's clit.  The slave shuddered, her knees buckling slightly.

"It's been almost a year, slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..." Linda intoned.  She pressed another control, and little blasts of air played over Cindy's breasts, caressing her nipples.  "And I've been preparing you," Linda said.  "How long has it been, since I last let you cum?  Do you even remember?  How long?  Try to tell me."

It was so hard for Cindy to think.  She wanted to cum, so badly.  Constantly stroked, stimulated, brainwashed, she could feel herself always on the brink, right there at the edge.  Another jet of air, this time aimed at her clit, coincided with Linda's repeated command, "How long?"

"A week?" Cindy murmured.  So hard to form the words.  Her thoughts were so fuzzy, she was not entirely sure what a week was.  It was all that she could bring to mind.

"Six weeks," replied Linda.  "Six long weeks, I've been playing with you.  Preparing you for this day.  Having you lick ME to orgasm... orgasm... orgasm..."

Cindy pulled at the wrist cuffs, helplessly stimulated by the trigger word, still unable to cross over that edge.

"Over and over and over again," Linda continued, watching Cindy's face grimace with unsatisfied lust.  "While you could not cum... you cannot cum... you cannot cum..."  Linda smiled, as Cindy's shivering combined with her bucking hips into a delightful erotic dance.  "Today is the final day, where I am mistress and you are slave.  Remember our agreement?  Nod your head."

Cindy's head nodded.  She wasn't sure why.  Had she been asked a question?

"But if I'm not your mistress, I won't be able to command you to cum," Linda cajoled.  Through a camera at face height, Linda could see Cindy's jaw drop, and her eyes go wide.  "If I'm not your mistress, I won't allow you to cum."

Linda could see Cindy's lips mouthing the words, "No... no... no...," although no sounds came out.  A pretty extreme reaction, considering that Cindy's conditioning had made it almost impossible for her to say the "N" word!

"If you agree to let me be your mistress for another year, I will let you cum," Linda said.  "I will let you cum and cum and cum!  Would you like that, Cindy?"  Now Linda waited.  Not even a command to say yes -- just to see how intense her slave's desire was.

Cindy nodded her head, eyes wide and pleading -- actually staring at the TV screen like she was aware of it!

"Then you must agree.  Will you let me be your mistress for another year, Cindy?  If you say yes, I will let you cum."  Again, Linda waited.  The final test.

Cindy's mouth worked open and closed for a few moments.  So hard to think.  So hard to answer, without being commanded to answer.  She hung, slackly, from her wrist cuffs, all energy directed at trying to speak.  The first syllable came out soundlessly.  She gulped, and finally, plaintively, Cindy managed to answer, "Yes, please be my mistress!"

"Cum!" Linda immediately commanded.  "Cum now!  Cum, slave Cindy!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"

On each command, Cindy's body clenched, as the waves of her orgasms took over, rolling from deep inside her belly, outward through her torso, arms, and legs.  All the chains pulled tight as her muscles yanked them taut, drawing them to their limits.  Her clit swelled inside the circlet -- pulsing, pulsing, pulsing -- and her cunt spilled juices down her legs and onto the shower floor.  She continued to hear Linda's voice commanding her to "cum... cum... cum..." -- unaware that it was now a recording that Linda had started, so she was free to walk to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and return to the living room to watch her sister quaking in the throes of repeating, intense orgasms.

Linda sat down on the sofa, legs crossed -- so she could squeeze them together and gently stimulate her own clit -- and sipped her tea, enjoying the little moans coming from the TV speakers.  She wondered if Cindy had any realization how many years it had been, since they first made their agreement.

That she had agreed again, and again, to be the slave for one more year?

Year after year.

One year at a time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a knock at the front door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daniella began to pant.

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

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

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

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

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

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