Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 9, Dark and Airless (The Conclusion)
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of
servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica.  Sunday morning,
Mistress kept Daniella in a deep brainwashing trance while
letting the slave watch close up, as Dominica took the long laces
from a friend's leather outfit, tied little bumps in one cord,
and masturbated herself to an intense orgasm.  She then sent
Daniella to the bathroom, with orders to put on the
remote-controlled rubber panties and present herself for further
orders.

Chapter 9, Dark and Airless:

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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 -

