Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 4, Hanging Around

Dominica did something to the remote control. Did she just increase the intensity? Daniella felt like her sex was being gently stroked, constantly -- except that her sex seemed to extend from her toes to the tips of her fingers, chained high overhead. Again, MzDominica set the remote control down on the ground, then walked away. Each crunch, crunch, crunch of her feet on the ground made Daniella's hips buck. The leaves in Mistress' footprints spelled "Dominica." The pattern of footprints spelled "Dominica."

Daniella squeezed her eyes shut. Fighting a slight feeling of panic that had mixed in with the lust. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, colored lights flashed and sparkled. They began to cluster, to form shapes. To spell out "Dominica." Her eyes popped open.

She saw Mistress sitting down, not so very far away, in an Adirondack wooden chair, all nice and comfy, from where she could watch her slave, and still easily talk to her. Had that chair been there before? Daniella couldn't remember. The slats of wood in the chair spelled "Dominica." Mistress reached over to a small wooden table, picked up a glass of what looked like iced tea, took a sip, and set it back down. The dark liquid around the ice cubes spelled "Dominica." Mistress reached over again, picked up her laptop, settled it on her knees, and opened the top. Daniella read the name on the lid. "They make Dominica brand computers?" she thought, and giggled a little. The panic began to recede. 

Mistress began to type something, and as she did, the clicking felt like thousands of tiny taps, all over Daniella's skin. Some of those taps tickled the hard nub of her aching clitoris. Her hips began slowly rocking, pumping, thrusting, over and over again. She tilted her head back, in sheer helpless pleasure, and looked up at the branches of the pine trees, that rose up on either side of her, up into the sky, framed by her upstretched arms. Every branch, every tuft of pine needles, every glimpse of clear blue sky, spelled her Mistress' name.

Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

The ringing of MzDominica's cell phone sent little spikes of pleasure/pain into Daniella's nipples. She cried out, briefly, and fell silent again, as Dominica's voice, her side of the conversation, continued to stroke little trails up and down her back and buttocks.

"Well, hello there, sweetie! How are you doing?... Yeah, I just got in last night... Mmm-hmmm. I've got a weekend... Yeah, he's here, too. Taking care of things, as always... Oh, yeah, we'll both be there -- all part of what I have planned... Well, this one's a he, but likes to be a she... Mmm-hmm..." MzDominica looked up at her quivering slave, and chuckled. "Well, she's right in front of me right now. I don't want to spoil the surprise... Oh, I'm sure she'd hear every word... Yeah... Hold on a minute, let me walk inside where I can talk." With that, she set the laptop back on the table, stood up, smiled at Daniella and waved, then walked with her cell phone inside the cabin.

Daniella was left alone, again. Out in the open air, and yet confined. In the distance, a woodpecker was rapidly knocking his beak against a tree. It might as well have been tapping right against Daniella's clit. Her hips were grinding, now, in little circles.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Was it the sound, or was it the butt plug that felt so good in her ass? The squirrel was back. She looked at the fur on its tail. Over and over again, the little hairs spelled "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." It stood up on its hind legs, little hands curled in front. Looking back and forth, nose high, sniffing the air. Daniella spread her legs a little wider, hoping it smelled her dripping pussy, through all that rubber. Hoping it would move again, just a little bit, and make more of those delicious crunching sounds. 

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Shackled to the pine trees. Unable to move her legs, unable to move her arms. Forgotten how to talk. Daniella stared at the squirrel, silently begging it to move. She felt so dizzy. She wanted to do anything to make the squirrel move, hop around, make crunching noises on the dry leaves and pine needles. She began gesturing the only way she could -- wiggling her hips, pushing them forward, grinding them, pumping them. The squirrel looked straight at her -- maddeningly still. Those dark, beady little eyes stared back at her, while the animal remained completely frozen. Surrounded by leaves and pine needles, all arranged to spell "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." Daniella wiggled her pussy more furiously, spreading her knees. The squirrel made one jerky movement, toward the remote control. It touched something -- but made no sound. The slave groaned in frustration!

And that groan entered the microphone on the remote control. And resounded. And reverberated. And sent little vibrations all up and down Daniella's legs, and arms, and torso. And over her aching pussy, up and down, buzzing and humming, and humming, and humming. Her eyes closed, lost in the thrumming sensations in her cunt. Up and down her arms, over her tits. Gradually, without her having any idea how long it took, the sensations stopped. Daniella's eyes half opened. Her eyelashes spelled "Dominica." She slowly blinked, and again opened her eyes.

The squirrel was still there. She stared at it, and again began pumping her pussy, wiggling her butt. She swayed her hips to the left, in a deep, sensuous arc. Then back again. Eyes always on the squirrel. It shifted, ever so slightly, staring back at her. And made a tiny chittering sound. Ohhhh, she felt that right on her clit! Then it stopped. She pumped her hips again, hoping to make the squirrel move -- just one more time!

Suddenly, the squirrel bounded off. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Daniella felt like her pussy was being whipped, and ached for it never to end! Then it felt like she was being spanked. Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Oops!" MzDominica exclaimed, as she stopped clapping. Daniella felt like a long, thick dildo had just skewered her pussy. Dominica chuckled, and Daniella could feel herself being tickled everywhere at once. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Thump! Thump! Dominica's footsteps, and the sounds of her picking up the remote had Daniella thrashing around, her hips thrusting violently, trying to impale her aching cunt on thin air. One final click of a button, that felt like the crack of a whip across her shoulders, and Mistress had turned off the microphone. Daniella stood between the pine trees, legs spread, arms wide and high, eyes closed, gasping for air.

The caress of Dominica's hand on her cheek brought her to open her eyes again, still panting.

"Such a beautiful, dirty slut," Mistress said. That and the big smile on Dominica's face made Daniella feel so happy. Happy, and completely mindless. "I've never seen such a wonderful kootch dance -- for a squirrel, of all things." She continued to caress Daniella's cheeks. First the right, then the left. "Mmmm.... If I hadn't gotten here sooner, that randy little rodent would probably have had you on the ground, humping your little brains out, wouldn't he?"

The caresses, and the soothing tone of Mistress' voice, sent Daniella deeper and deeper. Drifting. Squirrel? Would she have humped a squirrel? She was trying to remember if there was anything that would have stopped her... The slave's breathing became slower and quieter. Deeper. Relaxing. Swaying gently with each caress. Her eyes opened a little, and she saw Mistress' face. Her mouth curved upward, in a big, sleepy smile.

"Listen to me, Daniella. My pretty Daniella. Danielllaaaaaaa!" Mistress' voice made the slave drift even more. "Watch the black latex, as the black rubber suit recedes. It draws back up your arms. Up your legs. Exposing your skin again. Feel it slide over your shoulders... your back... your big, rubber covered breasts. They suddenly become naked. Feel the weight, as your breasts hang down, no longer supported by the rubber. Feel the cool air on your naked tummy. Just the panties are left. The rubber panties. Holding you so tight. Holding your aching pussy... Holding that beautiful, thick, black, rubber butt plug... So firmly in your ass."

Daniella couldn't help herself. She started panting again.

"Relax, now, Daniella. Let it all go. Become quiet. Drift. Just float here. Just float, for a moment. My pretty girl. Let your breathing slow. Slow and deep. Relax. I am removing the shackles from your hands and feet. Relax. But I am leaving the goggles on. For a little while longer. Let your hands drop now. Relax."

Daniella's arms dropped, loosely. Then she slowly crumpled to the ground in a little heap. Like a puppet, whose strings had been cut -- underwater. Dropping down so slowly. So blissfully happy, drifting. She couldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down. She opened her eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in the trees. Unable to stop herself, she began to wiggle her ass again.

"Mmmmm, my lovely little programmed slut," Dominica cooed. "Wake up, now, Dan. Wake up. Open your eyes!" She snapped her fingers, loudly -- one, two, three times!

On the ground, Dan shook his head, trying to clear it. He wanted to reach up and rub his eyes -- but his arms wouldn't move. Of course, with the goggles in the way, that would have been difficult anyhow. He still saw Dominica's name everywhere he looked. On the ground. In the trees. He realized the pattern of reflections on her satin blouse also spelled "Dominica."

"How are you feeling?" Mistress asked. She towered over him, so tall, standing there next to him, kneeling on the ground. "Are you okay?"

It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "I'm fine, Mistress," he replied. He found himself grinning, probably looking utterly stupid. "That was an awful lot of fun!" His voice felt scratchy. Dry.

"Mmmm, I can tell, you need some more water," Dominica said, as she ruffled his hair. "And lunch."

Lunch? How long HAD he been chained there between the pine trees? Dan looked up, and felt surprised that he couldn't see any chains dangling from the trunks. The trees with Dominica's name spelled in bark, all up and down and around them.

"Crawl over here," she said, walking toward the Adirondack chair and the table. There was a plate on the table, with a sandwich. And another glass of iced tea. In front of the chair were two doggie dishes -- one with water, and one filled with slices of all kinds of fruit. Bananas, strawberries, oranges, melons.

Dan started to follow, and discovered his arms wouldn't work. He couldn't support himself. He looked up at Mistress, pleadingly, as she turned and sat down in the chair. One shiny booted leg on either side of the bowls. She looked back at him, saying nothing, one eyebrow raised. Dan's hands flopped down on the ground in front of him, and he scooted forward on his knees, lurching toward Mistress' chair. She watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he'd say anything. But Dan pushed himself forward with his legs, hands and elbows flopping on the ground. Shortly, Mistress nodded, then reached over to the table, picked up the sandwich, and took a bite. While she did, she spread her legs, just a little farther apart, shifting the position of her boots, stretching her legs outward. Dan unconsciously inhaled a sharp breath, and began scooting along the ground faster. Soon, he was on the ground at the bowls between Dominica's legs. Awaiting instructions.

"Cannot move your hands, little slut?" Dominica teased. "You don't really need them, for what I'm going to do with you next." She leaned forward, just a little bit. Dan's eyes were torn between trying to look up her skirt and trying to look down her blouse. And those boots, on his right and his left! He began to shiver. "That's right, slave. Scoot forward a little more. You don't need your hands." She leaned over even farther, and whispered hotly, "Just your tongue!"

Dan's hands were beginning to recover some feeling, but still he could barely move them. He shuffled forward on his knees, letting his arms and elbows support him in front, having no control over where they flopped. When he got close enough, Mistress told him, by exclaiming, "Very good -- BOOT SLAVE!!!"

Dan's eyes closed, as he immediately dropped into a deep trance.

"Good... boot slave! Drop deeper... and deeper... Boot slave! See my hypnotic boots, to either side of you! Open your eyes, boot slave! Look at my hypnotic boots."

Dan forced his eyes open. He wanted to look at Mistress' shiny black boots, so much, nothing else seemed to matter.

"Very good! Now... boot slave... keep your eyes open! I want you to lean forward, over the bowl of fruit, and take a bite."

Dan flopped his elbows under him, shifting his weight, until his face was over the doggie dish full of fruit. Looking down, he realized the pieces were arranged to spell "Dominica." In fact, even the crinkles on the little orange section in front of him spelled "Dominica." A big ripe strawberry made him feel so fuzzy, because the seeds seemed to be clustered in little letters, all over the surface, spelling "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." As commanded, he opened his mouth, and with his lips and teeth, grabbed the strawberry. He waited, for Mistress' next command.

"Chew it and swallow, little boot slave!"