Mountains of Rubber Ch. 04

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...