Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 4, Hanging Around

Dan started shaking, as he slurped the piece of fruit into his mouth, bit into it, tasting its delightful mixture of tartness and sweetness. The crunching of the seeds seemed to make his head vibrate. His eyes began to drift closed again.

"Lick my boot... boot slave!" Mistress commanded.

Dan quickly swallowed the strawberry, and began licking Dominica's nearest boot -- the left one. His tongue ran up from the tip, to the instep. Then further up, next to the lacings. Did they really spell "Dominica"? He leaned forward, trailing his tong along the inside of her calf...

"Take another bite of fruit, slave" she commanded.

Dan shifted his weight, and brought his face over the bowl again. Without even looking, he bit into the nearest piece of fruit his mouth touched. A slice of banana.

"Chew it. Swallow."

Dan obeyed, trying to remember if his eyes should be opened or closed. The smooth texture of the banana slid down his throat, its vanilla-like scent seemed to cover his face.

"Boot, slave. Lick my boot. The right one, this time!"

Dan shifted again. Though he didn't realize it, he had recovered the use of his arms, and he now placed his hands on either side of Mistress' right boot. His mind felt empty -- and at the same time, stuffed with cotton. So empty, so fuzzy. There seemed to be a buzz between his ears. His tongue trailed upward, his cheek resting against the cool, shiny leather.

"Fruit! Take another bite of fruit, slave!"

Back to the bowl. Dan wasn't even sure what his mouth had grabbed. It was the orange slice. He bit into it, and a squirt of juice shot up onto his face. Dan slurped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"Boot! Lick my boot. Left one!"

More quickly, this time, Dan brought his tongue to Dominica's leather-covered toes. He could barely keep his eyes open. All he could think of was the smell of the leather, the mental image of its shiny surface. His drool dripped over Mistress' boot, onto the ground.

"Fruit!"

Dan shifted back, took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed.

"Boot!"

Back to the other boot. Lick. His hips were pumping, his cock aching to cum. His mouth kissed Mistress' calf, as his tongue traced upward toward her knee.

"Fruit!"

Down on the ground. Face in the bowl. Bite. Chew. Swallow.

"Boot!"

Up to the left. Tonguing, licking, hips pumping. Panting, now.

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

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Dan faded into consciousness while he was patting a towel against the rubber panties. He was holding them in one hand, inside out, and blotting off the water. Disoriented, he looked up, and around, and realized he was in the bathroom again. He must have taken another shower. And taken off the rubber panties, to rinse them off. The rubber felt so good. So soft, and squishy, and floppy. Experimentally, he squeezed his thumb and fingers over the front, trying to tell if it really was thicker there than elsewhere. He found himself running his hand over the rubber, feeling that delightful sensation of catch-and-slide, as his fingers trailed over the front.

The plastic container of talcum powder was on the counter top, near the sink. Dan set the panties down, picked up the container, lightly dusted his hands and smoothed the talc all over his thighs, buttocks, and crotch. His fingers wanted to stay at his crotch, slowly stroking the hard shaft that was there. Oh, Goddess, he needed to cum, so bad! He stroked, and stroked... trying to remember how to cum. How to make that final, little connection, that would let him release. Stroking and stroking, he could feel the pressure building... so close... so close... Then it simply went away. His cock suddenly went limp, beyond his control. Dan was tempted to whimper -- just a little bit. But he could tell, Mistress had plans for him. And he knew, very clearly, he had no choice but to obey.

The black rubber panties were dry, now. Dan turned them right side out, bent over, stepping into them, one leg at a time, and pulled the soft, smooth rubber up his thighs. The panties molded themselves around his cock and aching balls. He began to feel fuzzy, again. So delightfully fuzzy and dizzy...

* * * * * *

"Good girl!"

Daniella heard MzDominica's voice, and realized she was kneeling before her Mistress again, rubber panties so tight, gently massaging her clit. She needed to cum so bad. She needed to obey so bad. She needed to obey. Obey. Obey. Obey.

"Stand up, my little slut. And come sit over here, in front of the mirror. We're going to work on your hair and make up."

Without a thought in her head, Daniella stood, and did as she was told, sitting on the stool in front of the vanity. She gazed into the mirror, only vaguely aware of her reflection -- and it took a moment for her to realize she was no longer wearing the goggles. Because everywhere she looked, she saw Dominica's name. The labels on the jars. The folds and shadows of the scarves. The curtains behind her, reflected in the mirror. Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

"We're going to get you all pretty... and slutty... For when we go out tonight!"

Daniella's eyes popped wide open.

Out?

* * * * *

Daniella felt that sense of panic returning. She looked up at Mistress, her eyes pleading.

"Mistress, bla ma na pa bla pah na fah ma nah!"

Dominica's standing form towered over the slave. Daniella didn't realize it, but she had started stroking her nipples. She held one hand on each breast, fingers circling around and around, while her hips started rocking gently, pressing her sex into the seat beneath her. Mistress leaned forward, her breasts jiggling in the satin blouse. Daniella wanted to cum so much!

"What did you say, my little slave?"

"Nah! Mah ng pha wa ba na! Fah! Maf ma na na pha!"

"Such nonsense! You know what it means when you try to speak, and nonsense comes out, don't you? Satinaaaaa! Danielllaaaaaaa!"

"Mah!," Daniella replied. Her eyes had started to fill with tears. She shook her head. "Magnh! Fah ka ma! Mmmnnnn!" Yet her hands kept stroking her nipples, began gently raking her fingernails over them. Her hips started to buck. She couldn't take her eyes off MzDominica's face. Could not look away from her Mistress's gaze.

"Yes," Dominica soothed. "You know what it means. You start speaking nonsense, rolling your nipples. You can't resist your programming. You just can't help yourself. It means you're trying to resist me. It means you're trying to resist the very thing you want the most. Aren't you... Daniella? Danielllllaaa! Satiiinaaaaa!"

Daniella's eyes were on Mistress' eyes. Then on her mouth, watching as her lips formed words. Then her gaze was somewhere... otherworldly. She looked toward Mistress' face, but her mind drifted, hazy and blank.

"That's right, my little slave. Think back. You can remember. If you try..."

Daniella's hands were stroking furiously now.

"When you arranged this weekend with me... Think now...."

"Nah!" Daniella replied, weakly, staring into space. Staring at nothing.

"You said you especially wanted to overcome your inhibitions..." Dominica continued.

"Mmmpphhhhffftt!" Daniella replied.

"Your reluctance to go out in public... en femme!" Dominica stared, directly into her slave's eyes, her face inches away.

Daniella stared back, lost in the green whirling spirals of her Mistress' eyes. "Mmmnha!" she replied, becoming quieter. Weaker. Her stroking slowed. Slowed. Her fingers came to a stop, just gently holding on. Her hips froze, thrust forward, buttocks so tight, sex straining against the rubber panties. She grew so very quiet. So still. Scarcely breathing. She blinked. Inhaled. Exhaled. Her hips gently relaxed. She blinked again. Breathed quietly another couple of moments, staring into space, her gaze so far away, her face so calm. Her eyes had stopped blinking. "Yes, Mistress," she finally replied. Her voice was barely above a breath. Her hands seemed to drift, as if underwater, down to her lap. Resting palm upwards on her thighs.

Dominica smiled, and trailed a finger down Daniella's left cheek, down her neck. Down to her breast. Circling and circling the left nipple. Daniella's breathing became very slow and deep. Her eyes closed, languidly. Then re-opened. Blinking, finally... in slow motion.

"Good girl, my sleepy slave." Dominica's voice deepened the spell that calmed Daniella's fears. "Let yourself drift, now. Remember, we're actually doing what you want most, in the whole, wide world. Take your time. Enjoy it." She leaned closer and whispered in Daniella's ear. "I KNOW that I will!"

MzDominica took hold of Daniella's shoulders, and gently swiveled her on the stool, away from the mirror. She reached over to the vanity, and from a little box withdrew two disposable gloves of thin latex. Daniella dropped deeper into trance at the sight of the nearly transparent rubber gloves. Then Dominica picked up a jar, and was soon applying a foundation to Daniella's face. The smell of the rubber mixed with the sweet, yet clay-like scent of the makeup. The silky feel of her Mistress' fingers, gliding over her face, made Daniella feel so happy, so obedient, so aroused. Dominica smoothed the cream over her forehead, and around the slave's cheeks and nose, making sure everything was smooth, even, no clumping in those little creases around the nostrils, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her eyes. A gentle brushing of Dominica's hands spread the foundation down Daniella's neck, minimizing the edges of her jaw and chin.