The Exhibit, Part 4, Hot Flashes

Mistress Black walked slowly into her living room, carrying a towel. A little unsure of her footsteps. Her slave Sheila, in the midst of spot cleaning the walls, knelt on the floor, as was appropriate for a slave, awaiting Mistress' commands.

"Stand," Mistress Black ordered. And Sheila quickly stood, her hands at her sides. In one hand she held a sponge, in the other a spray bottle of a cleaner named Fantastik.

Mistress Black suddenly released all her pee onto the hardwood floor, staring at the bottle. She looked down, a little uncertainly, then looked up at the rubber-covered French maid. "Clean that up," she commanded. Then Mistress stepped around the puddle and walked away, down the hall. She entered her big bedroom and closed the door.

Sheila quickly walked to the small table by the easy chair, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "This is 43," she said. "Phase 1 complete. Ready for phase 2."

From the other end of the phone came MzDominica's voice. "Begin phase 2. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Sheila replied. She hung up, and briskly walked to the door of Mistress Black's bedroom, listening. After a moment of hearing nothing, she carefully opened the door, and saw that Mistress lay on her bed, on her back, one arm at her side, the other crossed over her forehead. Breathing slowly and deeply.

Quietly, careful not to disturb Mistress, Sheila lifted the raised arm and placed it at the woman's side. She listened again for any variation in the slow, deep pattern of Mistress' breathing. Then she reached down into Mistress' handbag, pulled out the earbuds, and gently inserted them into Mistress' ears. In another few moments, she had attached a different mp3 player to the headphones, and moved an upright lamp from the corner near Mistress' bed. She turned on the mp3 player, turned on the lamp, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

On her bed, Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the upright lamp flicker and flash, while the mp3 track played commands into her ears. Playing commands over and over. For obedience… for obsession… for relaxation… Yes, she needed to relax… Relax and obey… Relax… Relax and obey…

Early in the morning, Sheila opened the door to Mistress' bedroom. Carefully. Quietly. The woman still lay on her back, hands at her sides, headphones still in place. Her eyes were open, but they did not move. Only her pupils, dilating wide, then constricting -- in sync with the flashing, flickering lamp.

Sheila reached up under her maid's dress and pulled down her rubber panties, letting them drop to the floor. Then she walked over to the bed, shielding her eyes from the lamp with one rubber-covered hand, and climbed on top of Mistress Black, straddling her chest. She pulled off the headphones and said, "A gift from Mistress Dominica." Then pushed her shaved pussy against the hypnotized woman's mouth. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica." Mistress Black's voice came muffled from between Sheila's legs.

"Drink," Sheila commanded, in a tone her Mistress had never heard her use.

Mistress opened her mouth wide, and Sheila released a long, steady stream of pee into her mouth. The woman swallowed, gulping, trying to keep up with the pungent liquid pouring in.

When her bladder was empty, Sheila gave one more command. "Sleep," she said, and rose from the bed. She turned off the lamp, and moved it back to its normal position in the corner, then put the earbuds away in Mistress' handbag. She looked back at the bed, and saw that Mistress' eyes were closed, that she had curled up, lying on her side. Breathing quietly and deeply. Sheila picked up her rubber panties and left, again closing the door behind her.

It was nearly noon when Mistress Black arose from her bed, and went to the bathroom for her morning shower. Her male slave "vomit" was there next to the commode, on his knees, shifting his weight back and forth, trying to hold in his pee -- because he was not permitted to release it in the morning until after Mistress had used him as her toilet.

Mistress smiled at her slave's helplessness, and snapped her fingers, pointing to the spot on the floor between her legs. She shifted her stance, separating her legs wider, to give him room. vomit crawled to the spot and waited, face upturned, mouth open, eyes closed. She grabbed his head roughly, pressing his mouth against her smooth pussy, and gushed into his mouth. The slave noticed that Mistress' pee had a different taste this morning. He had learned to enjoy and desire every variation in Mistress' flavor -- but this seemed unlike anything he had tasted before. Gulping noisily, he swallowed, still shifting his weight, struggling to control his full, aching bladder just a little bit longer. Mistress released his head and commanded, "Go." He scampered away on all fours, down the hall to the slaves' bathroom, racing against the cramps that threatened to make him let loose before he could get there. 

In the shower, Mistress Black felt the warm water, spraying down upon her face, her neck, her breasts, as she slowly washed herself with the scented soap. She needed a vacation, she decided. Someplace far away. Just for a while. A week, maybe. What she wanted was to take a long drive, up into the mountains… A long drive, to someplace she could get away for a while, and relax.

She knew just the place. Like she could see a roadmap to it in her head. It was so clear. She'd been there before. Up to MzDominica's tavern. She had a ranch or something up there, and had invited female dominants to stay for visits. It would be the perfect thing. She would tell the new slave… Sheila? Tell her to cancel all her appointments for a week, and make sure her car was ready.

Yes, time for a long drive. And a vacation.

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Mistress Black's adventures are not finished yet, as you may have guessed!