MzDominica’s fingers snapping under her nose brought Daniella back to the present.

“Danielllllaaaa! Focus on me, Daniella. Wake up! Not ALL the way,” Dominica chuckled, “just enough to finish getting dressed, my little slave. My little slut. My rubber slave! Say it!”

From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress’ commands. She was just barely able to mumble, “Rub… ber… slave…”

“Good girl,” Dominica replied. The words of approval sent shivers all through Daniella’s body. “Now, stand up again… rubber… slave! Stand up, and look in the suitcase again.”

Daniella stood slowly, unable to stop trailing her hands over and over her thighs, feeling the texture of the “fuck me” hose. Her eyes opened, while she stood a moment, regaining her balance, still panting slightly. The wig made her head feel heavy — or was that the feeling of trance? She forgot the question almost as soon as it occurred to her, and walked from her pallet toward the suitcase. MzDominica’s presence on the bed felt like heat to her, like gravity, like a spiral beckoning her eyes to stare and drop deeper into trance. Only the command to look in the suitcase kept her moving. Dominica admired how her slave’s hips swayed gently as she walked, already such an automatic part of her deepening feminization.

The lid of the suitcase was still open, and now Daniella could see what had been inside that had looked so smooth and shiny. More rubber. Mmmmm. Of course, more rubber. But what was it?

“Reach in, and take them out… rubber slave!” Dominica commanded. “These are your clothes for this evening.”

Daniella reached down and picked up the first item. It was a sort of halter, made all of black rubber, with a zipper up the front. It seemed to have breasts with perky little nipples, built into its shape.

“Put it on, slut!” said Dominica.

The slave undid the zipper, opened the halter. She slid her left arm in, letting the rest of it drop downwards. Then she shifted her weight, swinging the halter behind her back, catching it with her right hand. A little finger searching, and she was able to slip her right arm into the other hole. She shrugged the squishy rubber over her shoulders. It felt so soft and warm on her back!

Then Daniella realized this was going to be a very tight fit, indeed! She pulled, and tugged at the black, stretchy material — feeling fuzzier and more aroused with every moment. Finally, she got the zipper started, and continuing to pull and stretch, managed to pull it upward. It was obvious that not only were the built-in boobs there for looks, but the inside of the halter pushed her own breasts in and upward, making nice, little bulges just above the wide, circular neckline. She started running her fingers over the puffy rubber nipples, wishing she could feel her fingertips — and discovered she could!

“Very good, rubber slave,” Mistress smiled. “Now, the next item. Take it out, and put it on. Sloooowwwwly. I want to watch you wiggle!”

Inside the suitcase was a black rubber miniskirt, with a zipper that went halfway down the back. Dominica enjoyed the little squeak that escaped her slave’s lips when she picked it up. There wasn’t much of it — Daniella realized it wasn’t going to cover more than her ass and the very tops of her thighs. Her pussy started throbbing again, and the butt plug, tight inside the rubber panties, seemed to be fucking in and out of her again, in tiny, delightful strokes.

Daniella undid the zipper, held the skirt in her right hand, letting the left side droop. Then she bent forward, and stepped with her left leg into the skirt. She pulled it up her leg a little bit, then — balancing carefully — stepped in with her right leg. Then she pulled it a little higher on the right. The feel of the “fuck me” hose on her thigh, rubbing against her right hand, beckoned her down into a deep erotic trance. She could hear her own heart beat — tha-thud… tha-thud… tha-thud… — and her eyes started closing, replacing her view of the world with a warm, dark red pulsing. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes opened in little slits — just enough that she could see — and she reached down, and caught the lower side of the skirt with her left hand. The slave straightened a little, pulling the skirt up over her knees, feeling the soft rubber between her thumb and forefinger, the texture of the “fuck me” hose against her palms. Her hips began to sway back and forth, like she was imitating a snake, as she tugged and pulled the tight, rubber miniskirt up her legs, first one side, then the other. When the waistband was finally in place, over her hips, she gave a little grunt, and thrust her hips forward, totally unaware of what she was doing.

Her left hand on her tummy, Daniella reached back to the zipper, and started to pull it upward. Of course, it was too tight to just be zipped up. Her eyes almost opened, then shut tighter, as she reached back with her left hand, pulling the rubber together with both hands, working the zipper up, inch by inch. When it reached the top, she stood there, with both hands behind her, gently swaying. Not sure what to do next. Eyes half open in little slits. Mouth slack, in a soft “O.” Her ass sucking, sucking, sucking on the butt plug.

“Danielllllaaaaaa!” Mistress called, gently. The slave shivered. Dominica could see her eyes rolling upward, under the half-closed lids. “Two more things in the suitcase, little slut. First, reach in, and pull out your little ankle boots!”

So hard to open her eyes! Daniella’s eyelids felt like they had been weighted down with the long eyelashes, glued together with the heavy makeup. She struggled to open them, with just enough success to see the suitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on their sides, little of sparkles of light all up and down their surfaces. She seemed to float across the short distance to the suitcase, and picked up the boots. The scent of new leather made her want to close her eyes and drift some more, but the feel of cold metal confused her. Daniella’s eyes popped open, and her first good look at the boots made her gasp, then hold her breath. All up and down the boots were little D-rings, in rows. She began to trail her fingers along the rows, hearing tiny tinkling sounds as her hand brushed the rings.

The sudden sensation of MzDominica’s fingers, trailing along the outside of her thigh, felt at first like a jolt of electricity. Then the warmth spread, up and down her thigh, inside the black, textured hose, and around into her pussy. Her legs separated ever so slightly, pushing her sex forward, as the butt plug imbedded it self firmly in her ass.

“Go deeper, Daniella,” Mistress cooed. “Deeper, as you feel the rings.” Daniella’s hand continued to trail back and forth over the cool metal. “I want you to think of these rings, ALLLLL evening! Imagine yourself tied to the rings. Shackled to the rings. Chained, with your legs wide. Your pussy open to me!” The slave’s eyes were now wide open, and she WAS looking in the direction of the boots — but her mind was elsewhere, and had placed her between the pine trees again. “That’s right, my rubber slut. Feel yourself bound and shackled, all evening. Feminized. Dressed in rubber.” Daniella began to breathe, so very deep and slowly, feeling herself so completely in Mistress’ power. “Now, pretty girl… put on your boots. Right where you are. And don’t you DARE get a run in those hose!” She leaned back, sitting on the bed.

Daniella rose from trance just enough to explore the boots, looking for an opening — and she found a zipper on the left boot. She set the right boot back down in the suitcase, unzipped the left one, and using the suitcase to balance, raised her left leg — awkwardly — and slipped on the boot. She zipped it closed, somehow hearing a huge, rusty padlock in her head instead of a zipper. Then she set her foot down, retrieved the right boot, and put it on.

“Good girl,” Mistress smiled. “Now, the last thing in the suitcase. Pick up your purse.”

The rubber-covered slave reached over, and picked up the tiny clutch purse. Also of leather, with sharp little metal studs all over it. She had long since stopped thinking. Stopped anticipating. Daniella stood, shoulders slightly drooped, hands at her sides, her mind completely empty, awaiting Mistress’ next command.

“Mmmmm, don’t you look delicious?” MzDominica teased. “You are my horny little rubber slave. Say it!”

Daniella responded immediately. “I am your horny little rubber slave!” Her voice was so much higher than usual. And she still had that delightful, unfocused look to her eyes, that so pleased her Mistress.

“Again!” MzDominica commanded.

“I am your horny little rubber slave!” Daniella’s hips began to pump, forward and back, making the butt plug fuck into her again.

“Now open the purse,” Mistress commanded, “I have another surprise for you.”

Daniella raised her left hand, which was holding the purse, and undid the clasp. She looked inside, and found two small brass padlocks, and a set of keys.

“Pull out the locks, and the keys, and hand them to me, slut,” said Dominica.

The slave handed everything to her Mistress, and found herself shivering when MzDominica stood up from the bed, walked so very close to her, and stared into her eyes while she did something near her neckline. The sound of a click, Dominica stood back, and Daniella realized that one of the padlocks now secured the zipper at the top of her rubber halter. She could not remove it, unless Mistress undid the lock.

“Turn around, slut!” Mistress commanded.

Daniella turned, presenting her rubber-covered backside to her Mistress, and felt/heard another click. She realized the rubber miniskirt was now locked in place.

“Now, my rubber slave…” Dominica paused, as she watched the trigger take Daniella even deeper. “Go to your pallet. Get your wallet, and put it in your purse. You’re taking me out to dinner tonight!”

Daniella walked, a bit unsteadily at first, across the bedroom. At Mistress’ command, she HAD been training herself to walk in heels — but she felt so deeply tranced, she wasn’t sure she could have navigated the room, even barefoot! A stray thought entered her fuzzy head. Would they ask for ID, if she tried to use Dan’s credit card? What would they think? What…

“Back over here, rubber slave!” All other thoughts vanished when MzDominica commanded her. Daniella walked back, next to the suitcase, awaiting further orders. She was confused, whether to stare into Mistress’ eyes and lose herself, or stare at the floor, looking submissive and obedient. She wanted to kneel, so much. But knew she must not do anything to mess up her clothing or makeup.

Dominica watched, smiling, as the slave tried to look into her face, then lost the will to do so and tried to focus her gaze lower down. For a moment, Daniella stared straight ahead. Then she realized she was staring at Mistress’ gorgeous breasts — and wasn’t sure she deserved that privilege. Finally, her eyes dropped to the floor, and her mouth opened slackly. Her mind emptied.

“Good girl,” Dominica said. “My good, mindless, obedient slave. You don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to think. So your mind slips into neutral. Awaiting my orders.” She reached a finger under the miniskirt, and ran it gently up Dan’s cock, base to tip. Daniella felt it, as a stroke between her cunt lips. She wanted to buck her hips, but found she could not move!

“Close your eyes, pretty girl,” Mistress commanded. “That’s right, let them drift closed. Now, feel me putting my special goggles on your eyes again. The ones where everything spells my name. Dominica. Dominica. Dominica!” Daniella began to drift again. “That’s right, you see my name everywhere! Keep your eyes closed. I have one more important thing to tell you, before we go out. I want you to listen, very carefully. Listen to me. I am holding my remote control again. And I am programming your rubber panties. If you move too far away from me, if you try to run away, the rubber panties will begin stroking your sex. Gentle waves, all up and down your pussy — that you absolutely cannot ignore.”

Daniella began to feel a stroking, a throbbing between her legs.

“The farther away you get from me, the harder it will stroke and squeeze you. You will begin to drift. And become more obedient. And find yourself returning to me. Unable to resist. Unable to run away. Unable to hide. Do you understand, Daniella? Answer me!”

From somewhere in a deep trance — her sex, her arms, her thighs, every inch of her skin being stroked — Daniella answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“You must obey!” Mistress commanded.

“I must obey Dominica,” Daniella mindlessly replied.

“You must obey!” Mistress repeated.

“I must obey Dominica,” Daniella automatically responded.

“Good girl!” MzDominica stroked her slave’s left cheek. “You…”

Daniella suddenly felt caught, in a moment stretched out…


Seconds ticked by. Daniella’s mind was suddenly focused on one thing, and one thing only. Responding to the trigger, that had not yet been completely spoken. Time passed. And she forgot about everything else. Everyone else. Even herself. All that mattered was for her to respond, when the trigger was complete. She felt poised at the edge of a cliff. Blown by a powerful hurricane. Nothing, no one mattered, as she focused her entire self, her entire life, on being ready for the next word, and responding.


“I must obey Dominica!” Daniella was too deeply tranced, too mindless, to have shouted it. But if she could have, the sound would have been deafening. Every tiny piece of her mind and body rushed into vocalizing that response.

Daniella felt her Mistress trail a fingernail from the belly of her miniskirt, upward over her tummy and chest, up her neck, to her lips. Dominica leaned close, and Daniella could feel Mistress’ breath on her face. It was like she felt, rather than heard Mistress’ next words.

“Now, slut. Follow me. Get in the van. We… are going out!”

* * * * *

In the mini-van, Daniella looked at the dashboard, the radio, the trees passing by. Everything seemed to spell “Dominica,” over and over again. She felt fuzzy, rushed, like she couldn’t catch her breath. Her breasts felt so huge in the rubber halter. Her pussy felt so tight, so full, in the rubber panties. Were they massaging her pussy again? She couldn’t tell. Her ass kept sucking at the thick rubber butt plug. Cars and trucks passed them, going the other direction on the highway. Their headlights seemed to leave trails in Daniella’s eyes. Trails that spelled “Dominica,” in long, stretched-out letters. Her hips began to rock, and the hem of the rubber miniskirt rode up to the tops of her thighs. Everything seemed so fast, unreal. Daniella began panting, squirming in the car seat, rubbing her booted feet up her calves. She could feel the rings on the boots. Like the rings were tied to her clit. To her nipples. Her eyes grew wider, and wider — seeing everything, yet understanding less and less as each minute passed.

The minivan pulled into the parking lot, at a bar and grill named “Dominica.” Daniella giggled, her mind so empty, not certain if what the sign said was real — not caring if it was real. It was a moment or two before she realized MzDominica had opened the passenger door, and was commanding her.

“Wake up, Daniella,” Mistress repeated.

Daniella blinked, feeling extremely embarrassed that she had not responded. She tried to jump out of the passenger seat, only to realize she was still locked into the seat belt. She began to look around, wildly, aching to obey, but not sure how, when MzDominica pushed the release button, and let the confused bimbo out.

“Straighten your skirt, slut,” Dominica commanded, as she shut the van door.

Daniella absent-mindedly reached down, and pulled on the hem of her rubber mini-skirt. Only then did she realize she was still holding the clutch purse, the little metal studs digging into her palm. She held it up, gazing at the reflections of the parking lot lights.

“Daniellllllaaaaaa!!!” Dominica’s voice stopped the slave. Held her frozen. Mindless. “Follow me, follower! Follow! Follow!” Mistress walked across the parking lot, Daniella a few paces behind her.

Inside, it was all light, and heat, and noise. People everywhere. Daniella began to feel confused. A little worried. Her pace slowed, but she continued to follow Mistress.

The hostess seemed to recognize MzDominica immediately, and guided them to a round pinewood table, where three other beautiful women were already seated, sipping on their drinks. There were introductions all around. A tall blonde, dressed entirely in red leather with black lacings, stood up and hugged Dominica, kissing her cheek. The other two, also dressed in leather, stood and exchanged hellos.

“This is Daniella?” the tall blonde asked. “She’s really coming along!”

“It’s her first time out,” MzDominica replied. “So be nice!”

“Aww, I’m always nice,” she replied, then turned to the other two. “Aren’t I, girls?”

The two women looked up at the ceiling, as if something VERY interesting was going on there.

“Okay,” the blonde said, throwing up her hands. “Like you two are perfect angels!” She plopped back down in her seat, and looked at Daniella, with a big smile of fake innocence. Then her gaze looked almost predatory. “For a first-timer,” she said, “you look gorgeous!”

Daniella enjoyed the compliment. But something confused her. It took her a moment to realize that Dominica was still standing. Waiting. She almost lunged forward, grabbed the pinewood chair, and pulled it away from the table, offering Mistress a seat. Dominica gave her Daniella a look she couldn’t quite interpret. Something between “it’s about time” and “we are going to have SUCH fun!” She sat down, and the slave helped as Mistress scooted closer to the table.

One more chair remained empty. It took Daniella a moment to realize she was expected to sit. In a chair. In Mistress’ presence. Like one of the girls.

She found herself taking little, mincing steps. Arrived at the chair, turned, and sat, sliding her hands under her buttocks to pull her skirt under her thighs, straightening it. Daniella found her gaze caught by Dominica’s green eyes, unable to look away. She could tell, from Mistress’ expression, she’d done something wrong. But she couldn’t think what.

“Spread your legs, slut,” Dominica commanded. Quietly. Gently. But NOT to be denied.

Daniella’s knees, which had been pressed together, slowly separated. Far enough to accommodate someone’s head between her legs.

“Good girl,” Mistress whispered. Just as their waitress arrived.

“Good evening,” she said. “I’m Janie, your server for this evening. Is there anything I can get you to drink?”

“A glass of this cabernet,” Dominica replied, indicating her favorite on the wine list. “And a glass of water for my girlfriend, here.”

Daniella was surprised she hadn’t been allowed to order. But she was even more surprised when she looked at the wine list on the table. Everything seemed to be named after Dominica. In fact, there simply weren’t any other words on the page. She started feeling dizzy again, finding it difficult to follow the conversation. Soon, she found a water glass placed in front of her, the ice floating, gently swirling around.

“Take a sip,” Dominica said, simply, as the waitress passed around menus.

Daniella lifted her glass. The water felt so cool against her lips. So cool and wet, rolling over her tongue, and down her throat. She drifted a moment, engulfed in the sensation, then set her glass down on the table, noticing the crescent of reddish-brown lipstick on the rim. In slow motion, she picked up the menu, not quite seeing it. And slowly… slowly… she realized all the words on the menu were “Dominica… Dominica… Dominica…” She looked up at Mistress’ face, helplessly, realizing there was no way she could read the menu.

MzDominica smiled back, and placed her hand on Daniella’s. It’ll be okay, her expression said.

The sound of her water glass being refilled confused Daniella. She’d only taken a sip, right? But it seemed to be almost empty! Dominica lifted her wine glass, inhaling the aroma of the rich, red vintage.

Janie returned, almost bubbling. “So, what can I get for you, this evening?

The women began to order, asking about different entrees and making selections. Daniella felt so fuzzy, looking at her menu. “Dominica… Dominica… Dominica…” Her pussy was dripping.

“And you?”

It was Janie. Daniella looked up, helplessly, unable to focus on the waitress’ face. Her name tag seemed to read “Dominica.” Daniella tried to speak, her voice seeming to be lost…

“She’ll have the quarter roasted chicken,” Dominica replied. Daniella watched Janie’s pen wiggle, as she wrote down the order. She seemed unfazed at Mistress ordering for someone else.

“And the side?” she asked.

“The fruit salad,” Mistress replied, looking directly at Daniella.

The slave seemed to hear a buzzing in her head. The sound of her water glass being filled again woke her out of a trance she hadn’t realized she’d been in. How much water had she been drinking, anyway?

Daniella shifted in her chair, the rubber skirt riding up her thighs, and realized she had an intense need to pee. Like she was going to flood the chair. Any second. She tried to remember, when she had last taken a pee. Had she released, helplessly, in the shower? She couldn’t even remember the shower. She couldn’t remember EVER peeing after the “dog run” around the fence this morning. The thought of being MzDominica’s dog made her begin to pant. Her mouth opened, her tongue was hanging out, and she stared into space, gasping in little breaths.

“Does my little slave need to pee?” Dominica teased.

Daniella could only nod her head, squirming in her chair. She wanted to press her legs close together, she needed to pee so bad. But MzDominica’s command kept her thighs spread apart. She began to moan.

“Then you know where you need to go… don’t you, my slave?” MzDominica whispered. She gestured with Her wine glass, toward the restrooms, which were only a few tables away.

The slave set down her water glass — not realizing she had picked it up. And, shakily, she stood — not sure she could make it to the restrooms, so far away. She walked, deliberately trying to look swishy and sexy, but desperate to run into the bathroom! Closer… closer… Her mind so fuzzy… Oh, Goddess!

Daniella realized there were TWO doors. One on her right, and one on her left. Which one? Which one? Even more confusing, BOTH were labeled “Dominica.” She saw the pictures on the doors, and went towards the one that seemed most familiar. A stick figure, with arms outstretched and two legs.

Suddenly, Daniella’s rubber panties began to massage her sex — SO insistently. She tried to move toward the door, and the throbbing between her legs made her stop, lose track of what she was doing, pump her hips. She looked back at MzDominica for help, and then realized what was going on. She was trying to walk into the men’s room — and it was just too far away from her Mistress. The rubber panties had started massaging her clit, forcing her to stay close to MzDominica.

There was only one restroom close enough that Daniella could enter. It had a stick figure wearing an A-line skirt, feet together. The women’s room. Daniella hesitated, never having done this before. But she needed to go SOMEWHERE, or she was going to pee right here! Her eyes lost their focus, and she drifted, as she pushed the door open, and entered the women’s restroom. Confused, she stood between the two rows of stalls, hearing the door creak closed behind her, and shut.

Pee… pee… pee… Daniella needed to pee. Somewhere. Anywhere. She found an open door, walked into a stall, closed the door, and lifted her rubber mini-skirt.

And found the lock on her rubber panties!

She pushed, and pulled, and wiggled. Very soon, she realized, she could not remove it. Not without the key.

Daniella heard the restroom door open. Click… click… click… The sound of MzDominica’s boot heels walking closer and closer made her drift, feel so sleepy. The clicking stopped. Mistress was so tall — Daniella realized she could see the top of Dominica’s blonde hair, over the door of the stall.

“Need some help, Daniella?” Mistress asked. “Danielllllaaaaaa! Open the door for me. Open the door, my sweet, mindless rubber slave!”

Daniella’s left hand continued to hold her rubber skirt high, as she undid the latch with ther right hand, and pulled the door inwards. She looked up into Mistress’ green eyes, forgetting why she was here.

Dominica smiled. “I came in to check on you.” She looked down at the slave’s hand, exposing the rubber panties and the lock. “It looks like you need some help.”

The slave suddenly remembered the immense pressure in her bladder. “Oh, please, Mistress Dominica! Please unlock me! I need to pee, so bad!” Daniella sounded more and more like a little girl every second.

“Are you begging my permission to pee, little girl?” Dominica asked?

Daniella began rocking from one foot to the other. “Yes, Mistress! Please, I beg you!”

“Then you must drop to your knees, Daniella, to beg properly,” Mistress commanded. “And do NOT get a run in those hose!”

The slave carefully knelt in front of Dominica, head bowed toward her Mistress’ boots. She still held the hem of her rubber skirt up at her waist, having completely forgotten she might let go of it. “Please, Mistress Dominica. I beg you to unlock me, and give me permission to pee! I am your helpless slave!”

Mistress paused a moment, held up the key in front of Daniella’s eyes, teasing her with it.

“Please, Mistress! I beg you!”

Dominica held the key close to Daniella’s slutty red-painted mouth. She gently stroked the cold metal back and forth across Daniella’s lower lip. The slave’s eyes drifted closed, and she began to moan quietly, her hips pumping. Just as her left hand began to drop, slowly, languidly, forgetting the rubber miniskirt, Dominica commanded, “Here’s the key, Daniella. Unlock yourself, and have a nice, long pee.”

The slave’s eyes popped open, not quite focused. “Thank you, Mistress!”

“And when you’re done,” Dominica intoned, staring into her slave’s eyes, “I want you to lock yourself back up. Come back out, sit down, and hand the key back to me. OVER the table, where everybody can see. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good girl!” Mistress turned away from the stall and walked, click… click… click…, out of the restroom.

Daniella stood. She fumbled with the key a moment, but managed to get it into the lock. When it turned, she felt such a surge of relief, knowing that she really could unlock herself.

But that was nothing compared to the relief Daniella felt, when she finally could release. She seemed to pee gallon after gallon. The sudden loss of pressure made her feel dizzy. Her eyes closed, and her head gently tilted to her right side, as Daniella drifted into a deep trance. As she continued to pee, her unconscious mind reviewed all the triggers and instructions she had been given that day, making them stronger. Even in this deep hypnotic state, the thick, rubber butt plug never left her ass. After a while, she began to alternate — her ass sucked on the butt plug, then her pussy squirted pee. Then her ass sucked the butt plug again, and she squirted again. Over and over, squirting a little less urine each time, until her pussy simply pumped a drop or two each time. When the slave finished, she wiped herself languidly, almost robotically. She pulled up the rubber panties and locked them on, eyes still tightly closed.

It wasn’t until she found herself at the mirror, checking her hair, and refreshing her lipstick that Daniella realized she was awake. The girl smiled at the heavily painted face in the mirror, gave herself a wink, and wiggled her hips. Then she seemed to float out the door, back toward the dining room.

She was already out the door when she realized something — she never HAD been wearing the goggles!

-To be continued…-