Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 4, Hanging Around

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a weekend of blissful servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin. Hypnotically he/she has been chained between two pine trees, and covered with a suit of black latex. The suit responds to every little noise that goes into a microphone in a remote control, stimulating Daniella's helpless body, each sound a different way. Mistress has gone inside the cabin for a few minutes and returned, carrying something, and has commanded Daniella to drop into a deep trance.

Chapter 4, Hanging Around:

Daniella rose, slowly, up out of the trance. Eyes closed. Mind completely empty and quiet. She was sucking... sucking... sucking... On something. She'd been thinking of MzDominica's pussy. But as she became more awake, the slave realized it was a hard plastic tube. Suck... swallow... suck... swallow... It tasted good. Felt so good, going down her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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