Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 6, Dancing Partners

In a few moments, a bald-headed man approached the table, holding a kitchen towel. He reached out, and hugged Mistress, greeting her. "MzDominica! Welcome, welcome! I didn't know you were here! Enjoying the band?"

"They're pretty good," Mistress replied. "They really got my little slave here going." She glanced over at Daniella, indicating who she was talking about.

Howie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I saw her dancing. These guys are here for three more days, then they move on. I'm gonna miss them!"

"Yeah!" Mistress replied. "Um, Howie, I was wondering -- is your back room available?"

"Aw, I'm sorry Mistress! I've got a private party there this evening."

"Too bad. I just want a private room for a short while... Maybe 15 minutes?"

Howie was clearly thinking. "How much room do you need?"

"Just enough for four of us to stand in a circle," Mistress replied, "and one in the center."

Howie actually blushed. A deep crimson. Daniella was just enough aware that she was actually charmed. Just enough aware that she couldn't take her eyes off the boner that had suddenly appeared in Howie's pants. She slouched further down into the chair and spread her legs wider. Her mouth felt sooooo empty.

"Um... Well..." He actually mopped his forehead with the kitchen towel. "You could use my office. If that's okay..." his voice trailed off, eyes locked on Dominica's.

"Of course," Mistress replied. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Everybody jumped. Even Howie. "Girls, follow me!"

Annie and Barb almost lifted Daniella out of her chair. Her clit was throbbing. Her ass felt so full, and the butt plug wouldn't stay still. She wanted to beg them to please touch her nipples, but she couldn't form words. In a few moments, she found herself in a small room -- cheap wood paneling on all four walls, a computer desk along one wall, an office chair, file cabinets and papers everywhere else.

"On your knees, Daniella," she heard Mistress command. She dropped to the floor, barely able to stand anyway. Arms outstretched, straight, head bowed, staring blankly at the worn rug.

"We're going to play a game, girls," MzDominica began. "A game of... spin the bimbo."

At the trigger word, Daniella's mind went completely blank. Her eyes closed, and her mind drifted, empty.

"Open your eyes, Daniella," Mistress commanded.

The slave found it so hard to comply. She had to force her eyes open, grimacing, struggling to see, when everything in her head was trying to force her into a deep, sleepy trance. She looked forward. And to either side. Everywhere, there were women's legs in beautiful, leather boots. Her clit continued pumping. Her ass kept sucking the thick dildo.

"Listen carefully, Daniella," Mistress said. "We're going to blindfold you. Then spin you around. All you have to do is find the boots you crave the most. The boots you want to suck. Need to suck. Find them, and begin kissing them. Do you understand?"

Her answer seemed to come from far away. "Yes, Mistress." Daniella could feel her mouth forming the words, but it did not seem to be part of herself. She felt a scarf being looped around her head, covering her eyes, being tied at the back of her neck. Her eyelids dropped, tightened, showing deep, dark red with little flashes of color, and not-color, sparkling in her empty mind.

"In fact, let's turn off the light," Dominica said. "Let's make SURE you can't see. Right, girls?"

Daniella could hear them, mm-hmming their assent. The deep red background turned even darker.

"Now," Dominica commanded, "spin around, Daniella. After you're done, crawl forward, and find the boots you crave. Spin, my little slut! One... two... three... four times! NOW, EVERYBODY QUIET!!!"

The slave couldn't even hear breathing, as she passed right arm over left, again and again, knees shuffling, and spun on the floor. She felt dizzy already, and this only added to her feeling of disorientation, of confusion. Her clit was beginning to hurt. Her nipples to ache. The thick butt plug was as much a comfort as a goad, because she needed to be fucked, so bad!

Hand over hand, knees shuffling. In the dark. In the silence. So horny. Under the blindfold, Daniella began to cry. She needed relief so much. She spun, and spun, losing all track of time. Then, for no reason, she stopped. Panting. Aching. 

She crawled forward. Inches at a time. Her left cheek rubbed the carpet. It felt so good. So solid. Her hips started pumping down. Up. Down. Up. Humping the air. Wishing her pussy could touch something. Someone. Anything. Scooting forward on the floor, pushing with her knees.

Her face encountered something hard. Pointed. She could smell the leather. Scooting forward, she began to nuzzle it. Rub her cheek against it. Mind empty, yet she felt compelled to move to the left. Carpet rubbing her face. Tongue trailing drool over the rug. Another boot. Further left. Face between two boots. She began to pant. Rubbed her face in little figure-eights, feeling the boots against her cheeks. Smelling the leather. Something... beyond thought. Still, she felt compelled to scoot to the left. Face over the boot. Across the rug. She moaned. She did not realize it, but the deep, aching moan escaped her lips -- and all the women in the room, standing around her, suddenly felt their knees go weak with the power of that moan. Daniella scooted, pushed, dragged her face across the carpet. Something hard. Another boot. She turned her head to the left, pushing her nose against the sole, smelling the leather. She squeaked -- so gently. Rocking back, she lifted her head, shifted a little further to the left, and began licking the boot. Kissing it. Little moans and squeals escaped her throat, as she continued to tongue and kiss the boot, mindlessly, obediently. She shifted even further forward, her tongue licking at the arch, running up to the instep...

"Lights on," MzDominica commanded.

They all looked down at Daniella, kneeling in a little ball at Dominica's feet, licking and kissing her right boot.

"I think the contest is over," Dominica declared. "Stop, Daniella," she commanded. "Remain on the floor, and be still." Daniella rocked backward, almost sitting on her heels. Her face was still pressed downward, onto the carpet. She knelt, mind empty, still blindfolded, waiting for her next instructions.

"Annie, untie her," Dominica commanded. The red leather covered girl dropped to one knee and undid the scarf. Then, after a second's pause -- unsure whether she should -- Annie stood up again. Daniella's gaze drifted toward her, and the slave noticed her face was oddly pale. She hadn't even realized the lights had been turned back on.

"Listen to me, Daniella," MzDominica said. The slave's eyes swiveled, all attention on her Mistress. "We had a little bet, Annie and I." Dominica looked at Annie, and smiled. That predatory smile again. "Whoever you had chosen, was going to get to have you for the night." She looked around at the others. "All night. For whatever she wanted to do with you." Dominica leaned forward, toward Daniella, her ample breasts suddenly capturing the horny slave's stare. "Of course... I had you already! So Annie had to make a special promise." That smile, again. "I'm sure if either Barb or Roxy had gotten you, Annie would have been in charge anyway."

"Hey," Roxy said. Barb touched her shoulder, and mimed a "shush."

"But if I won..." Dominica continued, "then Roxy and Barb get Annie for the night."

The two girls' eyes went wide. Then THEY smiled. A predatory smile.

"Anything they want to do with her. Or to her," Mistress teased. She turned, looking straight at Annie. "Come here, girl," she said, as she raised her hand. She was holding a long, glittering crystal.

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Daniella and MzDominica walked through the parking lot, arm in arm, toward the mini-van. The slave was having trouble remembering what had just happened, but realized that the other three women were near the front entrance to the dance club, getting into a cab. Suddenly, she recovered her wits -- just enough -- and her curiosity became intense. Irresistible. She felt compelled to ask a question.

"Mistress," she began, "what if I had picked somebody else's boots?" She couldn't quite ask, how could you risk losing me like that?

"Aw, sweet little slave," Mistress replied, understanding full well what Daniella could not say. "The outcome was never in any doubt. Dominica always wins!"

Daniella started to say something, then forgot what it was.

"You're too deeply conditioned to respond to ME," Dominica continued. "If you can remember at all, you'll realize I didn't even use the remote on you."

Daniella's stride slowed for a moment, as that fact entered her brain. There had been no cheating, no tricks. She simply had responded, mindlessly -- and had zeroed in directly onto Dominica's booted feet.

She also suddenly remembered Dominica's hypnotic commands to Annie, forcing her to obey whatever Barb and Roxy wanted to do with her. And part of it was a compulsion, to tell them what she had wanted to do with Daniella. And to report to Dominica, later, everything she had gone through. Though Annie was "leader of the pack," she was in for quite a night at the hands of her "followers."

The idea of it all completely overwhelmed the slave. The throbbing in her clit. The delicious butt plug in her ass. Just as they reached the mini-van, Daniella dropped to her knees -- legs wide, back arched, arms behind her, face turned up in open need and helpless supplication. "Please, Mistress! I beg you! Please let me cum! I'm going crazy. It hurts. I feel so full and... and empty... and..." Tears ran down her cheeks again, and her lips curled as she began sobbing.

"Oh, sweet babi!" Dominica replied. She stroked her fingers along Daniella's wet, upturned cheeks, one side, then the other. "Soon, babi. Soon." Daniella's eyes closed, and she moaned. "I have something extra special for you, first. Now, stand up, and get in the van."

Daniella whimpered, but she stood. She touched her right knee, and realized she'd gotten a run in her stocking from a rock or something on the parking lot. That only made the ache more intense. She staggered, almost zombie-like, to the passenger side of the mini-van, waited for Mistress to unlock the door, then opened it and climbed in. She began to lose focus, lose consciousness, as she pulled the door closed, buckled the seat belt, and the van began to move. Her eyes drifted open and closed, watching the trails of the street lights spell "Dommmminnnnniiicaaaa..." as her pussy pulsed and throbbed. As her ass wiggled down further into the seat, pushing the butt plug in further. As her nipples ached to be stroked and pinched -- but her hands could not move.

Cum... cum... cum... She needed to cum... Sooooo bad! Soon... what was soon? What was next? She had to obey her Mistress. Must obey Dominica. Aching, pulsing, hoping for release. Soon... Something special... Soon... Lights trailing... Cum... Need to cum... Need to cum... Every little bump. Every little wiggle. Need to cum... Cum... Need to cum...

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Oh, dear! What DOES Mistress have in store for our sweaty little bimbo?