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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i jumped and opened my eyes when i felt my skirt being lifted i saw leroy naked pulling my panties down  i tried to speak to say stop but the words just came out mumbled i was powerless to resist as i felt him kiss me below steve and me only did it once and that was in a car him on top for around a minute' but  could feel leroys tongue pressing into me i squirmed on the seat

then felt the most powerful cum ever'

 leroy just laughed at me stood up and pulled me into  a sitting position he then said open wide my little white slut and pushed his smelly black cock into my mouth i gagged but he held my head and started to push it in.he then got on top of me and i felt him stretching me open he fucked me real fast and hurt me' i could feel him tearing into me opening me up as never before then i felt him shooting into me filling me up with his black come.He then climbed off me and called me a good little whore and fetched a needle and some more stuff for me i tried to say no but he said i was a good little whore and deserved it.i drifted in and out of sleep i remember steve coming home leroy told him to leave me there as i was wasted . i awoke to feel the sun coming through the window i looked around to see leroy sat smoking he smiled at me i said were was steve gone, dealing for me bitch came the harsh reply it dawned on me i was naked in his bed then i remembed him on me, was it him' steve' i couldnt think i felt between my legs i was all wet n sticky well someone had but who i wasnt sure.leroy stood up and asked me if id like my next fix

no thanks i replied , shut up silly little bitch he said coming over to me i felt really scared as he towered over me, when is steve coming home i asked ,soon bitch ,youll soon forget about him when you love this stuff .i felt the warm rush again as i drifted into a drugged sleep .the next few days were a blur i awoke shaking feeling really ill i was still naked in bed i needed drugs bad , my head hurt my arms felt like lead i though i was dying where was steve but more importantly were was leroy .i looked for my thing they were gone all my clothes were gone then i heared voices the door opened and in walked leroy and four massive black men i froze there were five black men in this tiny room and me all naked in bed . leroy spoke hi bitch need some stuff oh god yes please . he sat in the chair opposite me the blacks sat on his sofa here you are then bitch come n get it i said i couldnt find my clothes he laughed i sold them i gots to buy you all new ok .well bitch you want this ,please give it me i said come n get it , i stood up pulling the blanket around me and walked over to leroy past the men leroy stood to greet me, whack i felt him slap me real hard i fell to the floor stupid little bitch he shouted, i wondered what id done wrong dont ever dis my friends like that ever or ill kill you ok bitch 'ok ok i said no dareing to ask

now stand up,i climbed to my feet he pulled the blanked off me and threw it on the bed i stood there naked the men laughed.thats better he said and sat down sit here he said tapping his lap .

i sat knees together hands covering my tits ,now then wot would you like bitch said leroy,my stuff please laughter filled the room again,you know how much this stuff cost me bitch you got to earn it bitch take of you hands show my friends your lilly white little tities ,oh got i thought please leroy dont i said listen bitch when i ask you to do something you better do it or ill beat your ass ok , with that i lowered my hands i could feel my legs tremble as they all looked at me i jumped when i felt leroys hands on my legs pulling them wide please leroy no i said whack he hit me hard on the side of my head tears welled up and i let my legs open he pulled on my tit real hard

see bitch now your learning .He gave me my fix and i drifted then i jumped it was the door but the knocking felt so loud, leroy lifted me and placed me on the chair i let my legs fall open i didnt care i was to far gone then i heared steves voice i looked up , he looked in disbelief at me sat there naked like a whore with five black men in the room, what the! shut it whiteboy said leroy you in deep shit you been riping us off, no way said steve .one of  the black men stood up and said you better fuck off punk or ill kill you steves face went pale ok he said come on sara were leaving, no way said leroy i took her for the cash you owe anyway she likes it here she wants to stay dont you bitch all eyes were on me i looked at poor steve then leroy his eyes burned into me yes i said im staying leroy smiled steve turned and left slaming the door .leroy turned to me good bitch she like leroys black cock come her babe he said i looked up to see leroys cock hung out of his trouser i crawled across the floor and licked it taking him in my mouth ,fuck shit said one of the blacks id forgot they were there but the drug was working i didnt care i felt leroy tense up and grab the back of my head as he spewed his come in my mouth i gagged you best swallow all that bitch he said and i did with that they left i was a few hours when i awoke leroy wasnt there he came home later drunk and climbed in bed with me rolled ontop and slipped into me oh my god what am i doing i thought laid her with a black man as old as my father what could i do to get out of this i felt his hands lift my legs up god his cock was so big i felt my pussy being torn i moaned thats a good whore you like that big black cock up dont you ,yes i said feeling my pussy betray me. i  jumped he put his finger on my bumhole oh god your hurting i said as he pushed a finger into my bum  oh please stop please, shut it bitch you knows what youll get i takes what i want when ok said leroy i lay still gritting my teeth as the finger climbed so high i felt so full his cock so far up me then he shuddered i felt him come up me and roll off into a drunken stupor thank god i thought and slowly fell asleep.I awoke the next morning to feel the needle go in mmmm was all i could do as my eyes closed ,gots to go out bitch dont want you getting bored whilst i go said leroy  with that he left .i awoke late again as leroy came in again he'd been drinking againi watched him strip  fascinated by his soft cock how big it was and how black it was he came over to the bed and climbed in i felt nervous but excited my stomach all funny as he pulled my nipples hard and bit them i yelped roll over bitch i did laying on my tummy as i felt him climb on me i felt him at my pussy pushing in me, deeper ,deeper he went god how far could he go i thought he then lifted his weight of me and and started to fuck me i felt him reach round and rub my clit oh god i screamed im cumming i shuddered and collapsed biting the pillow as he ploughed into me .i again felt all his weight as he lowered back on to me squashing me into the bed he reached round removed his cock from me and i froze as he found my bumhole, please, please leroy it'll hurt so bad no please i said i thought how much pain his finger caused me but leroy ignored me as i felt his cock head push at my bumhole oh god ho god i screamed no no but suddenly with a plop he was in me i felt him withdraw then bang back in me i almost fainted,

 in out he went stretching me so bad i thought i was dying .i felt him cumming deep inside my bumhole then he rolled of me again , i cried myself to sleep the pain was so bad in my stomach . we awoke early the next day  leroy said get cleaned up bitch its shopping time i washed did my hair he cave me a old coat to wear and a old pair of trainers to put on.i pulled the coat on real tight feeling funny scared almost knowing i was naked underneath.We drove for about to minutes god he was in a nasty mood i said afraid to speak as we pulled outside a shop wait bitch he said , he came out with a bag and drove off arriving outside a flat he got out and i followed into the flat . we walked into the bedroom he threw the bag on the bed put those on and dont take all fucking day bitch i m busy ok'  he left i opened it and found some black stockings and suspenders i put them on then opened the door which leroy went through i looked into the room there was leroy with a black man really fat and ugly i felt disgust as he smiled at me you trained her well he said to leroy  ye she loves my black meat said leroy smiling come her bitch i walked over to leroy looking at the floor all the time unable to look at them.i yelped as leroy slapped my tits real hard both men laughed. i owe mick some money for the drugs you been having baby said leroy but i skint babe, but kind ol mick here says  you can work it off and if you real good he take care of that little habit of yours so i agree he can have you for a week ok now be good for ol mick if he gots to call me round ill kill your ass girl ok.leroy left i felt sick stood in front of this black man all fat and ugly in just black stocking and suspenders ,well well girly i know i got to taste you since that day i seen you at leroys place, leroys to stupid to keep you all to himself now kneel bitch i gots someone for you to meet .i knelt in front of mick trembling as he removed his shorts to reveal  the biggest thing i ever saw it was so big and as thick as my hand oh my god i cant i thought not that ,you gonna love mr black hey girl he said as he pushed it towards my mouth .i opened but all i could get it was the head of his massive black cock but i licked it he seemed to like it ,lay down for me girl he said , i rolled onto my back for him feeling really scared of him as he got between my legs, dont worry baby mick wont hurt you youll love this he said as he placed it at my hole and rubbed it all round my entrance i could feel my juices start to flow ,good girl see said mick you like it all ready and you gonna need plenty juice baby .

i felt micks massive black cock start to slide in me slowly oh my god i thought as that massive head opened me wider that i thought possible inch by inch he crept into me till i thought i was gonna burst , there you see you got it all baby said mick now isnt that nice being full black cock oh god i said its so nice i love black cock, dont worry baby i make sure this week you get that pretty little white pussy used by lots of black cocks you like that girl said mick oh yes i said as i started to cum on that massive cock, easy girl said mick but it was too late as i flung my arms around his neck i came and mick hadnt moved it was being so full and opened by that black cock that made me cum. Mick slowly pulled out halfway before plunging into me again put your legs up girl he said i bent my knees placing my stocking covered feet on the floor as he ploughed into me higher babe he said as i felt him grab me behind my knees and spread my legs wide up over his shoulders this left me open for his onslaught as he continued to fuck me hard oh god it hurt but good as i felt my pussy being torn and then bang as i came screaming fuck me fuck me shove that black cock in me , mick smiled and got off me and sat on the sofa come here girl he said stroking his cock i went to suck him but he grabbed me by the bum and made me climb ontop of him ,slowly i lowered myself onto him until i sat on him full of all his black cock stay there baby dont move said mick as he picked up his phone and dialled .

hiya winston hows tricks my man he said down the phoneline guess what i got here man leroys white bitch ,ye man and she lovin my black cock aint you bitch tell him how much you love it he said pushing the phone to my ear ,i love it i said i love his black cock ,tell him why you love it said mick, because it so big and thick ,tell him what you doing right now ,sitting on it im so full i said , mick took the phone laughing now move that ass bitch up and down he said i started to move up and down on micks cock nice and slow slowly building up speed as i felt myself nearing another orgasm as mick talked on the phone ,yes shes so hot man loves it ,ye ok man get the boys ,ok  ,ye one week ok ,about ten minutes see you with that he dropped the phone and grabbed hold of my waist to hold me as we both came . i grabbed hold of him as i stopped ,my pussy tingled, god girl you sweet he said i climbed of him hearing a plop as he slid out of me i sat next to himas he got me my fix ready you want this he said oh please yes so bad i said ok clean me my black cock it's all spunky come and suck me clean so i knelt in front of him opened my mouth and sucked it clean good girl said mick who then proceded to inject me full of the heroin i needed . i landed on the floor eyes closed when mick stood up i just lay there  i could'nt move as it flowed around my body, mick grabbed my arms and lifted me up carrying me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed .the next thing i was awoken by voices and then the door opened in walked mick with  three black men hiya babe you awake now said mick  time for you to earn me my money bitch and if your good ill let you love my black cock later with that he left . i looked up to see the blacks stripping they were smiling saying how they were gonna show this white bitch .Then i felt the bed sink as they got on and a hand went to my pussy and tits and a black cock was put in my mouth god mick was right said one look how she sucks that . i felt a black climb onto me and slip in real easy and start pumping his cock into me hey steady man we gots to get our moneys worth said the other ,ye right he said and climbed off me and lay on his back come here babe he said i released the cock in my mouth and climbed ontop and put his cock in me, the other guy came in front of me lifted my head ,i opened and took his cock in my mouth the other went round the back of me and i felt him push into my pussy i came as i felt pain in me as two cocks tore into me we stayed coupled like that for a minute or two, two cocks inside my stretched pussy,he then withdrew and i felt him pushing his cock into my bum as the cock in my pussy started to push faster into me i dropped the cock out of my mouth and dipped my head as i shuddered all over and started to moan as he sunk deeper into my bumhole ,both cocks filling me like never before i came again screaming throwing my head back only to recieve a black cock at my lips ,i opened and hungrily took the cock in my mouth as i felt the cock in my bum spew cum into me mmmm mmmm was all i could say as i then felt black cum spurting down my throat i gagged as i swallowed .The two blacks layed on the bed beside me as i was rolled onto my back they both took a leg and pulled them up into the air, come on boy fuck this white pussy snarled one of the men and the other climbed onto me inserting his cock deep into me . It did'nt take long for him to bury his seed inside me . i lay all alone listening to the men downstairs laughing with mick they were all drinking i wondered what they were saying about me .an hour or two passed when i heared the door open it was mick ,you been a good girl earned mick plenty of cash so heres your reward babe said mick pushing more heroin into my body ,i drifted feeling happy as mick stripped off  then i felt him enter my sore and bruised pussy but i was to far gone to care .the following week i took more heroin and black cocks than i care to remember my body felt week my ass and pussy was so sore i could'nt touch them.mick came to my room as i lay there legs wide open my pussy leaked cum ,hiya  baby looks whos come to see you girl tell leroy how good you been ,i looked up and through my foggy eyes i saw leroy smiling at me ,wow bitch seems like you got to enjoy your week then said leroy i smiled and said mmmm, leroy then asked if i wanted to come home with him, no i said i like it here with mick he gives me what i need mick laughed bitch said leroy as he stormed out of the room mick walked over to me and put his hand on my pussy ,white girl loves that pretty pussy fucking by lots of black cocks does'nt she he said inserting two fingers into my sloppy spunk filled pussy mmmm i said i love it so much mick ,good girl thats my good girl he said as he put those fingers in my mouth ill get you your fix girl ok mmm please please i need it so bad i said yes youll need it tonight baby we's having a party ok ,oh god i murmered as the liquid flowed through my veins i opened my eyes as i felt the bed move with the weight of all those blacks so many black bodies mmmm so much black cock                              

                                          and thats how i became a black cock whore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

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

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

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

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

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

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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                Emma turned at the next corner, only to find her worst nightmares become reality. A man stood there, and had plainly seen her.

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“Stop!” The man roared, stepping closer. His long hair was styled well, matching his equally stylish suit. He walked quite slowly, confident even for upper-class, as he approached the now still Emma. Strangely she had stopped, instantly, and he seemed glued to the spot. As the mad approched, he ran his eyes over her figure, spending a moment taking in her unquestionably attractive body. Her eyes grew wide with fear, and he cheecks began to blush wildly.

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“Whatever happens, you shalt not move, my whore.”

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He extended a hand, and ran his fingers through her hair. She faintly shuddered, but there she remained, rooted to the spot. The man’s hand contined down the body, reaching the hips and then stopping. He grinned, his good looks noticeable in the dying evening light,

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“Open your mouth,” he uttered, staring deeply at her dark red lips. They glistened slightly, and as she opened her mouth, he urged his finger into her mouth. “And now suck, as if it were my cock”

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He stood content, as the virtually motionless girl, of no more than 17 sucked his fingers, working vicously with her tongue, her smooth mouth providing mist lining for his finger.

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“And now stop! It seems what my thoughts told me were only too true. You are indeed cursed, to eternally be the slave of others. I heard you were blessed the gift of complete obedience. That may have all been good and well when your gormless mother needed you to stop crying when you were in nappies, but now you have, shall we say, ‘blossomed’, it has turned into a curse. A girl like you could only wait so long until some sick bastard like myself would waltz in and steal you for my sexual gain. To prove my point, lets try a little game…”  He kept looking at her, noticing how her yes were wide with fear. Ever since she somehow became ‘blessed’, he was compelled to follow any order given to her, no matter how those orders may be. She realised now that perhaops he was right, and eventually some pervert would take control of her. But he would let her go sometime, and then she could go to the law. But she was shaking now, the reality of this pervert raping her, perhaps numerous times, making her white with terror. Her rosy cheeks darkened once more, making her look the ultimate in the way of innocence.

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“Turn around,” the man ordered, and she instantly turned, allowing no time to even think. “And touch your toes,” he continued. Relunctantly she bent down, realising full well that the wet skirt from the earlier rain clung to her arse like an old man to life. The shame was so much, she would have threw up there and then had it not been to her body falling the victim of the orders.  The man reached forward, and grabbing the hem of the dress, he pulled it up, over her now exposed arse. He ran his fingers up the back of her leg, and suddenly slapped the skin with some force. He spanked her thrice more, leaving dark red stains for a few seconds on her milky skin. Now only her white panties were denying him seeing her virgin pussy. Sex would well rip her open, being not only a virgin, but not wet in the slightest due to fear.

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“Now, straighten up again, and follow me.” He proceeded to walk down the alleyway, followed obediently by the completely helpless Emma. He walked into a building, and let the brunette follow behind. She was quite horrified as she continued, although her pace never faltered as her body set itself on following; that was the order given and she was helpless against it. But the building was large, with dark sullen rooms. Down the corridoor they entered the biggest room of all, and found the walla ordained with shelving with some sickly looking instruments. Great phallic objects lined the shelves, and a strange wooden stool lay in the centre of the room, next to what looked like a stone altar. The stranger paced ahead, walked to a shelf, and taking a small dagger turned back towards Emma. Her heart missing a beat due to absolute unfiltered terror, she was mortified as she stood there helpless as he approached.

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I’ll continue, but if anybody thinks it is worth it! (nuttynicnak@hotmail.com)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The slave smoothly arose from her kneeling position.

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

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

"Can you feel that, my rubber slave?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress," Daniella said.

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

Daniella was beginning to pant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The slave's eyes dropped tightly shut.

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

"Unggh!" Daniella replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress?"

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

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

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

"Will Madame be wanting anything else?"

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

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

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

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

And discovered the black rubber panties.

With a padlock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- The End -

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