Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 4, Hanging Around

As Mistress began to brush powder onto her face, Daniella found herself trying to remember what had happened at lunch. She remembered herself as Dan, which was confusing enough. But what had happened when she had finished the fruit... when the bowl had become empty? Dan recalled he had begun licking Dominica's boots, up and down, following her command to remove all traces of fruit juice. She had told him to lose himself in the licking. In the bright flashes of light on the smooth, black leather. In the soft, cool feel of her boots against his cheek. To go blank... blank... blank... continue licking, and to listen very, very carefully... 

Mistress was brushing blush onto her cheeks, now. Daniella's eyes drifted closed, as she tried to remember. Some commands...? Instructions...? Her face felt so warm. Was there something in the foundation? She felt so hot, and fuzzy, as if she'd been drugged. She wasn't sure any more if the rubber panties were still massaging her sex. Her pussy was constantly pulsing. Throbbing. Her nipples ached. Languidly, her eyes opened, then closed again. She felt the applicator, as MzDominica applied layer after layer of eye shadow to her lids. Mistress' hand brushed Daniella's right nipple, and her mouth dropped open in a gasp.

"Good girl. Open that mouth nice and wide. Now keep it open, but tighten those lips, just a little. In a big, round 'O'."

Daniella obeyed, her eyes still closed.

"Damn, girl! That looks so delicious, I want to fuck your mouth with a strap-on! Now, hold still!"

Suddenly, she felt Mistress applying lip liner to her stretched upper lips, from the center under her nose, out and down to the left corner. Then again from center, out and down to the right. Then to her lower lips, gently back and forth, the movement lulling her again into a light trance. The sensuous glide of the applicator, not quite tickling. She strained to open her eyes, to see what was going on. And saw Mistress' gloved hand, so close to her face, as she felt the hand gliding lipstick onto her upper lips, in gentle, little strokes. Then on her lower lip, with longer strokes. 

"There!" Mistress declared. She stood up, and swiveled Daniella's shoulders toward the vanity mirror again. "Look at yourself, girl!"

Daniella looked at her beautifully made-up, extremely slutty face. Her eyebrows had been turned into high, rounded arches, making her expression seem slightly vacant. The eye shadow was in three colors, shading from silver to aqua to purple. Eyeliner on her lower lids made her eyes seem bigger, her gaze even more mindless. Her lips were deep red, outlined with an even deeper shade -- almost brown. Were her eyelashes really that long? She couldn't remember Mistress applying false ones. But the slut in the mirror looked ready to do anything. Absolutely anything. That blush in her cheeks wasn't from embarrassment -- but from the heat of naked lust! She squirmed even more on the stool, her fingers rising up to caress her nipples again. A stray thought wondered if the squirrel liked heavy makeup.

"Oh, Goddess, thank you," she said, "I look beautiful!" And then she turned to MzDominica and the words just tumbled out of her mouth. "Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me cum! I need to cum so bad. I think I'm going crazy! Please!"

"Mmmmmm, no cum yet, my little slave!" Mistress replied, chuckling. "Gotta keep you nice and motivated!" She removed the latex gloves, turning them inside out, and dropped them into the nearby trash basket. She handed Daniella a tissue. "Now blot your lips." She waited, as Daniella folded the tissue, brought it to her mouth, pressed her lips around it. The tip of her tongue barely touched the paper, feeling so dry and rough, yet soft. Everything felt so intense! Mistress took the tissue, now marked with a red kiss, and discarded it. "Good girl. Now, turn back to the mirror, and hold still. I have a surprise for you."

Daniella had to struggle to keep her hips from rocking. As she watched, MzDominica opened a big box on the vanity, and took out a wig on a wig stand. To say it was blonde would have been missing the point. While the overall impression was of blonde hair, it was subtly enhanced with streaks of lighter blonde, pink champagne, hints of brown, strands of green, highlights of purple. One look at that hair, and you knew one basic thing about the person under it -- she was here to parrrrr-ty!

The slave panted, repeatedly whispering, "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," as Mistress Dominica lifted the wig, and settled it on Daniella's head, tucking strands of the slave's own hair underneath. Mistress adjusted the position, then took up a hairbrush. She lightly brushed and feathered the wig, making it look fuller, larger, more a natural part of Daniella's head. Emphasizing those slutty eyes, the blushing cheeks. Daniella could not stop looking in the mirror. It was all she could do to avoid licking her lips, over and over, knowing that would ruin her makeup.

Dominica leaned close to Daniella's left ear. "Now, my little slut," she whispered, "I want you to put these on." She held her hand in front of Daniella. In it were two gold earrings, with little pearls inset toward the tops. Their design looked innocent enough, until you looked closer. And realized each one looked like an open vagina, with the pearl as the clitoris. Daniella's sex pulsed, so strongly, and she shivered as she picked up the earrings. She had to stop and calm herself to stop the shaking, before putting each earring into the piercings in her ears, first the left, then the right. She couldn't stop thinking about them, wondering who might see, what they might think. Knowing, whatever they thought, that they were probably right -- she was a slut!

"Now, slave," Dominica continued, "I want you to join me in your room again. Walk, this time, instead of crawling. You're going to be walking for the rest of the evening." She smiled, a bit crookedly. "Well, mostly!"

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Daniella felt so strange, so... tall... walking through the cabin. She had arrived, what, only yesterday evening? And had walked in then, when she had brought the luggage into the bedrooms. But she'd been on her knees almost every moment since. It was like returning to a place she had been to only as a child, after growing up into an adult. Everything seemed smaller, lower down. She still felt dizzy. And hot. And so achingly horny. Dressed only in her tight rubber panties and the wig, she walked through the hallway behind MzDominica. Mistress' boots, and the round globes of her ass, made Daniella want to drop to the floor, kneel, beg to lick her Mistress. Standing erect was somehow harder to do than crawling all the time. She craved to crawl. But she had to obey!

She followed Mistress into the bedroom. Mistress turned, sat on the bed, and watched as Daniella entered through the doorway. The slave's knees automatically started to buckle, but she caught herself, before dropping to a kneeling position. She straightened up, and stood, hands quietly at either side. Awaiting Mistress' next command.

"Time to get dressed, now, slave. My sexy bimbo rubber slave." Mistress' words made it so hard for Daniella to think. "Open the suitcase again, now, and see what I have for you!"

Daniella's skin was tingling. She was shaking again. Panting. It was so strange, looking DOWN at the suitcase. But she knew beyond any doubt that it contained something delightful. She lifted the lid, and found a package of hose, with several other shiny things under it. Before she could look at what was so shiny, Dominica commanded her.

"Open the hose, and put it on. Sit on your pallet, my little rubber slut!"

Resisting the extremely strong impulse to simply drop and crawl, Daniella walked to her pallet, turned, and began to let her bottom sink down. Suddenly, she wasn't sure whether to keep her legs together -- so ladylike -- or to let them spread wide, ankles crossed. She started to try gliding down with her knees together...

"Knees apart, slave!" Dominica commanded. "I want your legs spread open, like the slut you are!"

Daniella obeyed immediately, giggling a little insider her head, because it was easier anyway! She flumphed down onto the pallet, and opened the package. She could tell, the panty hose was dark, and textured. Little lace-like filigrees decorated the surface, all over. Then she looked more closely, and realized those little loops and whorls of the pattern were fancy handwriting spelling "Fuck Me" over and over, from top to toe. She began panting again.

"Like them?" MzDominica asked.

"Oh, Goddess! Where DO you find these things?"

"Maybe I'll tell you, someday. Now, slide them on your legs. I want you to show me how sexy you can be, putting on hose!"

Daniella unwrapped the hose from around the cardboard insert, and began to gather the material of one leg. Sexy, huh? Suddenly, she wanted to show Mistress just how sexy she could be! She teased each inch of hose up onto her thumbs, pulling with her index and middle fingers. A broad smile played over her lips, as she looked up at her Mistress. Inch by inch by inch, gathering up the material into a little donut around her thumbs. She looked up at Mistress again, licked her deep, red lips, and slowly lifted her left leg upward, bending the knee till it was right under her chin. She looked down, inserted her toe into the donut, and then slowly began to extend her leg, out and down, as she let the material play out, and stretched it over her calf. When her leg was completely straight, she looked up again, raised an eyebrow at Mistress, looked down again, tugged the material over her knee, and halfway up her thigh. Then she let go, and stroked her hands up her thigh, one hand on either side. One up to her left hip, one up to her... pussy...

Daniella suddenly felt very dizzy, trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing. Her pussy needed so much attention! She looked down at her leg, encased in dark, patterned panty hose, and noticed the little trail of material next to it. The other leg. That was it. She closed her eyes, almost losing consciousness. Took a breath. Reached down to the little trail of silky material, and spread it open. She began gathering the hose into a donut again. Inch by inch. She wasn't even aware that her mouth was open, panting, gasping for air, breathing more and more raggedly as each inch gathered into a donut between her thumbs. It wasn't intentional that her wrists just happened to brush against her hard nipples. But the touch made her let out a brief cry. She looked up at Dominica with mindless desperation, now, wanting to cum so bad! Looking down. Gathering the hose up, pulling with the fingers, onto the thumbs. She was still gathering when she realized she'd reached the toe.

It took a moment to remember what to do next. Sexy. Yes. Sexy. She slowly lifted her right leg, up past her face this time, and inserted the toe into the hose. Pushing her leg in, pulling the material around, she read "Fuck Me" over and over on the surface of her leg, and her hips started pumping again. She moaned, just a little. Over the knee, the straightening the leg. She paused a moment, getting her bearings. Then began pulling the hose up her thighs, first the right, then the left, stretching, stretching, rocking her bottom back and forth, till the tops were up around her buttocks, up to her waist. 

Daniella panted, mouth slack, staring at nothing in particular. Lost in the feel of the silky hose, tight around her legs. All over her calves. Up her thighs. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me!

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Only up to her panty hose, so far! Wait till Daniella sees the rest of her ensemble for the evening!