Rubber Maid

(Part 1 from 3)

MzDominica was sitting at an outdoor table at one of Her favorite cafes, sipping a glass of chablis and engaging in one of Her favorite pastimes -- people watching. It was the transition from late afternoon to early evening, and the weather was warm and pleasant, with just a hint of a breeze. She wasn't sure if She was on the prowl, or simply enjoying some quiet time, looking for ideas and inspiration.

men and women walked past the cafe, alone, in pairs and in small groups. Customers sitting at other tables enjoyed their drinks, perhaps a snack. Dominica's gaze wandered from individual to individual, taking in the dynamics between people, the way they looked at each other, touched each other -- or nearly touched each other -- the way they dressed, what they revealed -- or hid.

A slim young man sitting alone at a nearby table caught Her eye. Dressed simply, but neatly, with a sport coat, he was sipping a glass of deep, red wine -- probably a cabernet or a merlot -- also watching the crowd, and idly playing with a rubber band about the size of a charm bracelet. Dominica watched him a minute or two, curious. Then She decided -- She was definitely on the prowl. She stood up, picked up Her wine glass, and walked over to his table.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked. The young man's focus had been... somewhere else, and he looked up, startled to find a beautiful woman with a pair of exquisite green eyes, so arresting he could not look away.

"Um, sure," he said. "I mean, okay."

She seemed to float down into the chair opposite him, Her eyes never wavering. "My name is Dominica. What's yours?"

"Dan." He couldn't seem to come up with more to say.

"Well, Dan," Dominica said, "I couldn't help noticing you from over there." She set Her wineglass down, and began opening Her purse, still holding his gaze. "I was watching you."

"Watching me," he replied. Not quite a question.

"Yes, how you were drinking your wine." She slowly pulled a pair of elbow-length latex gloves out of Her purse. Dan's gaze caught a flash of light off the slick, black rubber. "How you would take a sip out of the glass." She began pulling one glove over the beautifully manicured fingers of Her left hand. "Then swirl the wine around in the glass..." Dan's focus began wandering back and forth between Dominica's green eyes and the shiny black gloves. "Then take a long slow sniff of the aroma from the wine glass..." Hand raised, She slowly pulled the glove down, down, down Her forearm. "All the while playing with the rubber band..." She began pulling the other black glove onto the fingers of Her right hand. "Twirling it in your fingers... digging your nails into it..." Dan's eyes went back and forth, uncertain where to focus. "Feeling the sponginess of the rubber..." Again, hand raised, She slowly pulled the glove down, down, down. "Then raising it to your nose, and inhaling the fragrance..." The second glove all the way to Her elbow, Dominica held both gloved hands in front of Her, just below Her face. "You like rubber, don't you Dan?"

Dan's voice seemed to come from somewhere far away. "Yes," he replied, tonelessly.

"Dan, when you address me, it should be as Mistress. Say 'Yes, Mistress.'" Dominica swayed Her hands, just a little, back and forth, catching the light from the cafe lamps and the street lights.

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied, eyes not quite focused, still wandering back and forth from Dominica's gloves to Her eyes, and back again.

"I have something I'd like to show you, Dan. Would you like to see?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I will show you. But you must follow me. Follow me, Dan."

"Yes, Mistress."

Dominica rose from Her chair, and began to walk slowly from the cafe, not looking behind to see if Dan was following. She was sure he was. Arriving at Her car, She unlocked it and opened the passenger side door, and turned to Dan, who was just behind Her as She expected. "Get in," She said. Dan sat down in the seat.

-- The surprise --

The drive to Dominica's mansion was a blur of impressions to Dan. He couldn't quite recall Her closing the door, getting into the driver's seat, starting the car. They seemed to be floating through the traffic. He couldn't take his eyes off Her. He couldn't think of anything to say, anything to do.

He didn't even remember walking into the mansion.

Yet here he was.

Gazing into the shiny crystal pendant Dominica held in Her latex-covered fingers.

She had been saying something to him. But he couldn't quite recall what it was. He found his mouth automatically saying, "I must obey Dominica," but the words seemed to come without any conscious thought.

"Dan, remove your clothes," Dominica said. Her voice was gentle, but commanding -- She clearly expected to be obeyed. "Start with your shoes and socks."

Dan hesitated a moment, then realized he was already sitting in a chair. He hesitated a bit more.

"Dan, you must obey."

"I must obey Dominica." Again, the words, automatically, from his lips. His mind seemed to cloud over a bit more. Dan began untying his shoes. He untied both, then removed the shoes, one at a time. Then the socks.

Dominica noticed a glint of shiny material on Dan's feet. She thought, "Hmmm, more surprises. Dan, you've been holding out on me." Aloud, She said, "Now the coat and shirt."

Feeling like he was under water, Dan stood up and languidly removed the sport coat, laid it on the back of the chair, then undid the buttons of his shirt. He pulled it off, and laid it on top of the sport coat.

"Very good, Dan. Now the pants. You must obey."

Again, Dan automatically replied, "I must obey Dominica." Feeling even deeper under water, Dan undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, and laid them neatly on top of the shirt. He stood next to the chair, eyes focused on nowhere, awaiting further instructions.

"Panties, Dan? And panty hose?" Dominica said. "There's more to you than meets they eye, isn't there my little rubber slave?"

Dan seemed to lose his balance, just a little bit.

"Are you wearing them just because they feel good, rubber slave? Or because they make you feel sexy and feminine?" Dominica walked close to Dan, and stroked a latex-covered finger over his left cheek. "Confess. What should I call you, rubber slave? Dan? Or do you have another name? Tell Dominica. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," came immediately from Dan's lips, even before he could answer Her question. He looked down at the floor, a little afraid of what the reaction to his response would be. "Daniela, Mistress."

"Daniela," MzDominica replied. "A little exotic." She admired Her new slave's slight build. "It suits you." She ran a finger down Dan's chest. He shivered. His cock, which had become flaccid during his fearful confession, began to enlarge again. "And I think we're both going to have some fun. For now, remove the panties and panty hose."

Dan removed the panties, set them on the chair, then carefully rolled the panty hose off his legs, and set them next to the panties.

"Follow," Dominica said. She turned, and began walking into the next room.

-- Rubber Training --

On top of the shiny metal table was a loose suit, all of thick, black latex. There were long seams on the arms, legs, and torso, open -- like a scuba diving suit waiting for someone to put it on.

Dominica strode to the table, and pointed to the suit. "Put it on," She commanded.

Dan walked to the table, no hesitation this time, and picked up the black rubber suit. It felt lighter than a wet suit. He had been in many a sporting goods store, surreptitiously fondling the rubber suits, when the clerks' attention was elsewhere. This felt different, more pliable, somehow. 

The seams made it easy to pull on the suit quickly. It seemed to go on in a few moments, with no trouble at all. Dan pushed a finger along the seams. They sealed, like the seams on a food storage bag, but with less effort. Still, the suit felt kind of loose, almost baggy. His hands and feet were covered, and a hood covered his head, leaving only his face exposed. He could still hear, but all sounds were muffled.

Dan couldn't keep his eyes off MzDominica as She walked to a computer keyboard, sat down at a chair, and typed a few letters. Suddenly, Dan felt the black rubber suit tighten all around him. The seams appeared to melt into the rubber, as if the openings had never existed. All sounds disappeared, as the hood tightened around his head. He felt completely covered, except for one "strategic" area. He could tell from the sensation of a slight draft that his cock, balls, and ass were exposed.

"Can you hear Me, Dan?" Dominica's voice seemed to come from nowhere, and everywhere, all at once. "There are tiny speakers in the hood. You should be able to hear Me -- and only Me."

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied. He could barely hear the sound of his own voice. There was also a... humming? A buzzing? He wasn't sure he actually heard it, or it was just his imagination. But in a few seconds his head began feeling strangely fuzzy. There was a pressure, like his skull had been stuffed with cotton.

"Good, rubber slave," Dominica said. Dan could see that She wore a little head set with a microphone.

She pressed a few more keys, and Dan began to feel caresses all over his body. Random. Exciting. Arousing. Up his thighs. Across his shoulders. Under his arms. Across his belly. His cock, already stiff, was beginning to throb painfully.

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