Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 6, Dancing Partners
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of
servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica.  Mistress has
dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- something
he greatly desires and greatly fears -- and they are having
dinner with a group of her friends.  Daniella has been tranced to
drink so much water, she could not resist going to the restroom
-- the LADIES' room, of course -- and had to beg Mistress for the
key to unlock the rubber panties that constantly massage her
aching sex.

Chapter 6, Dancing Partners:

As she returned from the restroom, Daniella saw MzDominica
talking with Janie the waitress, who nodded, turned and left. 
Daniella arrived at the table and sat down -- making sure to keep
her legs spread, just as Mistress required.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's enough," Dominica announced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl," Dominica cooed.

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

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

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

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

"Daniellllllaaaa!" she heard her Mistress calling.

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

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said.

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

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

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

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

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

They were going dancing.

Dancing.

And her clit was soooo hard!

*          *          *          *          *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, the music stopped!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your eyes, Daniella," Mistress commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lights on," MzDominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*          *          *          *          *        *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*          *          *          *          *

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



