Dominica turned toward her slave and quietly asked, "Do you have something for me, slave?"

Daniella was still holding the key in her palm.  "Of course, Mistress," she replied.  Despite everything, she found herself blushing as she lifted her hand, and stretched her arm across the table at head height, dangling the key on its little chain.

The tall blonde and her friends -- Daniella was beginning to think of them as "the leather ladies" -- began to ooh and ahh over the key.  "And what have you got locked on her, Dommy?" the blonde teased.  Annie, that was her name, Daniella remembered.  "Can we see?"

Daniella's blush deepened to a dark crimson, and her eyes grew wide -- darting one direction, then another, as a feeling of panic began to rise.

"Daniella!  Look at me, Daniella," MzDominica commanded.  She slowly reached out to the slave with both her hands, and stared into those frightened eyes.  "Look into my eyes, sweetie.  Easy."  She grasped Daniella's hand in both of hers, held the slave's gaze as she calmed down, and gently retrieved the key with one hand, the other still holding Daniella's.  "We'll let them imagine what this key locks up, for now," she said, nodding her head.  "They have VERY busy imaginations.  Don't worry, they won't feel disappointed."  Mistress smiled.

Daniella's head nodded back, and she smiled, her breathing easing as she calmed down.  Dominica released her hand, and the slave dropped it into her lap.  Then she shifted position in her seat, finding herself surprisingly aroused.  The throbbing in her rubber panties had started up again, and her hips had begun rocking -- oh, so gently.

"Well," said Annie, "I can IMAGINE a lot of things..." as she took a renewed interest in the place where Daniella's long legs disappeared under her short, black rubber skirt.  "Oh, God!" she exclaimed.  "Where did you get those stockings?"  Clearly, she had just realized the filigree criss-crossing over and over Daniella's legs wasn't just lacy texturing, but spelled "Fuck me" over and over.

"Someday, I'll tell you," Dominica replied.  "If you're good."

"Oops, I guess you'll never know," quipped one of her friends, Roxy, earning a jab from the blonde's elbow.

"Talk about 'come fuck me' clothes!" said Barb, the third leather lady.  Daniella hadn't realized a girl could leer so lecherously!

"Can I touch them?" Annie asked.  Her voice was suddenly, surprisingly gentle.

Daniella looked to Mistress, with no idea of how to respond.  After a moment, gauging whether her slave looked like she was going to panic again, Dominica replied, "Okay."  She leaned forward a bit and commanded, "Look into my eyes, Daniella.  Watch ME.  You cannot look away."

Dominica's gaze became her entire world as Daniella felt a hand caress the outside of her thigh, trailing over the textured hose (fuck me... fuck me...), catching a little, then sliding, then catching again.  (Fuck me... oh, please, fuck me...)  The hand then stroked up the top of her thigh, from the knee to the edge of the mini skirt.  (Fuck me...)  Daniella's hearing seemed to change, as all the sounds in the restaurant became muted.  (Please...)  Inside her rubber halter, her nipples ached so badly, it felt like they were on fire.  (Green eyes... fuck me... yes...)  Her hips tilted forward, spreading her legs even wider.   The hand stroked down the top of her thigh, so slowly, so teasingly.  (Fuck me... fuck me... please...)  Then it curled around to the inside of her knee and began to stroke upward...

"That's enough," Dominica announced.

Daniella inhaled a gasp of breath.  She hadn't realized she'd been holding it.

"Oh, poo!" the blonde exclaimed, pouting, withdrawing her hand.

"'Poo'?  What's next?  'Sugar'?" said Roxy, earning another jab in the ribs.

Suddenly, a busboy was rearranging things on the table, and setting dishes in front of everybody, while Janie also set down dishes and made sure everybody got the right order.  Daniella found her water glass being filled up again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Janie asked.

MzDominica leaned toward Daniella and whispered, "You've had a lot of water this evening.  Would you like a glass of wine with that chicken?"

Thinking it might help her relax a little, Daniella replied, "Yes, Mistress.  If I may."

"Of course, Babi," Dominica confirmed.  She turned.  "Janie, a glass of Chablis for my friend, here."

"Certainly," Janie replied.  She said it kind of oddly, as if she'd been waiting for a cue.  "But -- I hope you don't mind my asking -- but could I see your ID, please?"

"Whoa!" said Annie.  The leather ladies were applauding.  "You're being carded!"  "Whoo-hoo!"  "But officer, I never knew she was jailbait!  Honest!"

Daniella looked ready to stand bolt upright and run.  Her ID?  The waitress was going to see it was Dan's ID!  What was she going to think?  Daniella actually felt herself beginning to get out of her chair.

Dominica pointed to Daniella's plate and quietly commanded, "Daniella!  Take a bite of your fruit salad."

An image exploded into Daniella's head, of kneeling at Dominica's feet earlier today.  Eating lunch.  And licking her boots.  The big bowl of fruit.  "Fruit... boot... fruit... boot..."  Suddenly, she felt so calm, and sleepy.  She relaxed back into her chair.  Drifting.

"That's right," Dominica whispered.  "Take a bite of fruit."

Boot... fruit... boot...

All Daniella could seem to see was the bowl of fruit salad.  She reached up with her fingers...

"Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.

She picked up the fork, seeing the length of shiny metal more than recognizing it as an eating utensil.  Then she jabbed a peach slice, put it in her mouth, began to chew.  Swallowed.  So cool.  So sweet.

Fruit... boot... fruit... boot...

Mistress was sitting.  Her boots were down on the floor.  Daniella set down the fork, and began to get out of her chair...

"Daniellllaaaa," MzDominica said.  "You need to show your driver's license now.  Just calmly get it out, and show it to Janie.  Can you do that, Babi?"

Daniella nodded, whispering, "Yes, Mistress."  She reached down to her clutch purse, undid the catch, and pulled out Dan's wallet.  She opened it, pulled out the driver's license, and handed it to the waitress.

"Good girl," Dominica cooed.

Janie examined the license, and looked at Daniella.  Then at MzDominica.  Then she gently grabbed Dominica's shoulder and shook it for a moment, smiling at her.  In another moment, she had returned Dan's license to Daniella, and departed, saying "I'll be right back with your glass of Chablis."

Daniella was dumbfounded.  She held the license in her hand, unable to move.

"Put your ID away, now, Babi," Dominica said.  Put your wallet back in your purse.

The slave did as she was told, feeling her head so fuzzy.  She found herself unable to follow the conversation for a while.  She took a bite of chicken.  Then some fruit.  (Boot... fruit... boot...)  She sipped the wine, not remembering when it had arrived at the table.  The throbbing in her rubber panties continued.  Gently.  Insistently.  Making her so hot.  She was constantly aware of MzDominica's boots.  So near.  So kissable.  She wanted to drop down onto the floor, kneel before her Mistress, and run her tongue up the tops of her boots.  Up, up, up, along the laces.  Up to her knees...

"Daniellllllaaaa!" she heard her Mistress calling.

"Yes, Mistress."  The slave's answer was automatic.  Without conscious thought.  She stared blankly before her, awaiting instructions.

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said.

Daniella felt Mistress' boot pressed against her left leg, making the throbbing in her panties feel even stronger.  She also felt a boot pressed against her right leg, and began to emerge from her trance, realizing it must be Annie again.

"Time to pay the check, Babi," Dominica said.  "So we can go dancing!"

Daniella realized that what she had been staring at, so blankly, was the plastic folder, holding the check for her and Mistress.  She looked up at MzDominica, who smiled at her, making the whole world seem right, and smiled herself.  Then she looked around at Roxy, Barb, and Annie -- whose expression scared her a little.  She felt Annie's leg more firmly against hers, now.  Daniella woke up, pulled Dan's wallet out of her purse again, and put his credit card in the folder.  A squeeze on her left shoulder and the sudden removal of the folder told Daniella that Janie had picked up the folder, and would be back.

"Dancing?" Daniella replied.  She looked over at MzDominica again, suddenly finding herself lost in those swirling green eyes.  "Yes, Mistress," she replied, feeling hazy again.  The throbbing in her sex was becoming more powerful again.  She felt a hand brush the outside of her right thigh, and knew it must be Annie.

She barely remembered to sign her name "Dan" when Janie returned with the plastic folder.  As all five of them piled into the mini-van, Daniella kept trying to remember whether she had signed her name or Dan's, trying to reassure herself she had done it right.  She had let Dominica calculate the tip.  Numbers, thinking, were completely beyond her right now.

They were going dancing.

Dancing.

And her clit was soooo hard!

*          *          *          *          *

Funny thing about this ride in the van.  Daniella KNEW she was no longer wearing the goggles, that made everything spell MzDominica's name.  But she still saw the effect anyway.  Even as they passed the occasional roadside street light, its after-image trailed past them, the streaks of light stretching into long trails that turned into handwritten letters, spelling "Dominica."  Daniella sat in the back seat, between two of the "leather ladies," Barb and Roxy, while Annie sat in the passenger seat up front, next to Mistress.  Daniella could feel the heat from their thighs pressed against hers, and her pussy seemed to be melting.  Her legs were wide open, available for anything that ANYONE might want to do to her.  Anyone.  The butt plug seemed to pump... pump... pump... into her ass with every little bump in the road as they drove.  Her nipples pulsed with every tiny bounce and jiggle of the van.  It was getting to be more and more difficult for Daniella to gauge the passage of time.  Things just seemed to happen, and slide by.  Like the trails of light on either side of the van, spelling "Dommmiiiiinnnniiicaaaaaaa....."

Of course the name of the club was "Dominica's" -- at least, as far as Daniella could tell.  She had only had the ONE glass of wine, right?  So why did she feel so dizzy?  So disoriented?  Mistress got out of the driver's seat, and as soon as She closed the door, Daniella's pussy began to feel that inescapable massaging again, as MzDominica moved farther away.  Pushing, gliding, throbbing, teasing -- making her clitty so hard.  She wanted to cum.  It was beginning to be the center of her universe, her life.  She wanted to fall down at Mistress' feet, and cry, and beg, and beat her hands on the ground -- she felt so helpless!

She found Roxy and Barb helping her to undo the seatbelt, get her moving out of the van.  They were doing their best to chatter, and be encouraging -- but it all sounded like nonsense syllables to Daniella.  She watched as Dominica and Annie walked, side by side, across the parking lot, finding herself unable to take her eyes off Dominica's boots.  Following her Mistress' boots was what got her walking... walking... suddenly finding herself inside the club, dazzled by the colors, the strobe lights, the loud music.

They were all barely able to hear one another over the loud band -- but with shouting and gestures to each other, they managed to find a table, buy the drinks for their cover charge, and started pointing out the hot guys -- and hot girls -- on the dance floor.  Even seated, Daniella found her ass swinging and bumping to the beat, tapping her little booted feet, feeling her boobs jiggle with every bump.  As long as she kept moving, she could think about something OTHER than the ache in her clit!

Daniella found herself staring at the deep red leather of Annie's costume, mentally undoing the black laces, that held the pieces of leather together, long gaps exposing her smooth, shiny flesh underneath, finding her mind drifting...  Suddenly, she realized Annie was shouting and signing to her:  "Wanna dance?"  Daniella gasped a deep intake of breath, feeling strangely guilty, that she hadn't been thinking of her Mistress.  She looked over at MzDominica, completely unsure whether she wanted Mistress to say "yes" or "no" -- or to command her to drop to her knees and beg forgiveness.

She was doubly surprised when Dominica almost pushed her off her stool, shouted under the music, and waved her hands, clearly commanding her to "Go on and dance, babi!  Go dance!"

Annie stood, and held out her left hand, arm straight, like an invitation.  Daniella felt a gentle nudge between her shoulder blades.  She reached out with her right hand and took Annie's fingers in hers.  They might have paraded onto the dance floor, if it had been less crowded.  Hand in hand, they pushed their way into the middle of the crowd, the loud music thumping in their ears.  Annie stared into Daniella's eyes for a moment, then bowed -- still holding her right hand.  Then she straightened, released her hold on Daniella, and began to dance.

At first, Daniella was scared.  She was so hot in the tight, rubber halter and mini-skirt.  Little droplets of sweat turned into trails, and ran, tickling, between her breasts and down her exposed tummy.   The bright lights from overhead, and the crowd all around didn't make her feel any cooler.  But she watched Annie, as her movements took on a sensuality, a sinuousness that made Daniella's clit start to throb again.  She looked over at Dominica, across the dance floor, and found her Mistress watching her... smiling.  She looked back at Annie, and thought -- what the hell?  She began to mimic Annie's movements, swaying her hips, jiggling her breasts, weaving her arms into patterns that looked like Celtic knots.

Little by little, their movements were becoming synchronized -- everything Annie did, Daniella did, too -- at almost the same time.  Annie wiggled her entire body, like a snake, and ran her hands over her breasts, down her belly, to her thighs.  Daniella copied every movement, the music thump-thump-thumping in her head, wiping out all conscious thought.  Annie danced closer, and Daniella stepped toward her.  Annie danced away, and Daniella stepped back.  Annie took a step to her right, and Daniella took one to her left -- a perfect mirror image.  Annie began to circle around and around, staring into Daniella's eyes -- and Daniella circled right with her.  Annie approached, and trailed her hand down Daniella's left shoulder, over the rubber, stopping on her bare waist.  Daniella trailed her hand down Annie's side, and began to tug at the black laces, holding the leather together...

Suddenly, the music stopped!

Daniella found herself breathing heavily -- and not from the dancing.  She wasn't sure what to do.  She looked at Dominica, who was applauding her performance.  She looked at Annie, who stared into her eyes and bowed again, then took her hand and led her back to the table.

"Whoo!  You can DANCE, girl," said Roxy.

"Me next!  Me next!" shouted Barb, as the band started up again with a new song, R&B heavily laced with wailing guitars and a strong back-beat.  Barb started to get up... and MzDominica pushed her back onto her chair.

Commandingly, Mistress reached out her right hand, waiting for Daniella to respond.  The sweating rubber slave grasped Dominica's hand instantly, feeling a tingle as their fingers touched.  Daniella's eyes caught a glint of something shiny in Dominica's other hand.  At first, she thought it was just some of Mistress' jewelry -- rings or a bracelet.  Then she realized Dominica was holding a black rubber glove.  Her jaw dropped open, and she started to pant.

On the dance floor, Mistress released Daniella's hand, and they both started to dance.  Dominica favored bouncy movements, nodding her head, grinding her hips, stepping around.  Daniella began to copy her Mistress' dance, like she had done with Annie -- and suddenly realized that Dominica was tugging the rubber glove onto her left hand.  She imitated the motion in reverse, sliding her left hand over her right forearm.  The music grew louder and louder, the beat even stronger.  Then, just as the singer was reaching the end of a verse, MzDominica reached toward her slave, and touched the index finger of her gloved hand to Daniella's own outstretched finger.

And, just like at the restaurant yesterday afternoon, Daniella saw the rubber spread over her skin.  She watched, still dancing, as Dominica's black rubber glove seemed to turn itself inside-out and cover HER hand, glide up her arm, looking so shiny!  Then it began to stretch upward, covering her elbow, her shoulder.  As soon as it touched her rubber halter top, the top began to stretch and grow, spreading upward over her neck and head, across and over her left hand, downward over her bare waist to her rubber mini-skirt.  Then the skirt stretched downward and covered her legs, oozing down inside her ringed leather boots, covering her feet.

As Daniella felt herself completely encased in tight, black rubber, the band began a wailing guitar solo.  Riffs running up and down the scale trailed electric caresses up and down the slave's body.  Her dancing became an expression of ecstasy, arms reaching upward, grabbing the sky and pulling it down, as her hips gyrated, seeming to fuck the empty air.  She stepped, and twirled -- always returning her empty-headed gaze to MzDominica's hypnotic stare -- writhing with the trills and chords from the lead guitar.  Shivering.  The drums began to pick up the beat again, and Daniella's buttocks thrust backward with every thump!  thump!  thump! -- trying to impale herself on a lover, a dildo, anything she could find, though nothing was behind her.

The singer resumed, vocalizing the final verses, and Dominica reached out again, touching Daniella's hand with her own.  The slave could feel the rubber contracting, receding, turning back into a mini-skirt, a halter top.  Her sweaty skin felt cool where it was suddenly exposed again.  Finally, she saw the black rubber glove turn itself inside-out again, gliding onto Dominica's hand and arm -- just as the song ended.

Daniella didn't know what to do.  Her head felt completely empty.  She stood on the dance floor, panting, staring mindlessly into Dominica's green eyes, not even aware that she was waiting for instructions.  Dominica's hand shifted, clasped the slave's hand, and she gently pulled, guiding Daniella back to the table.

"What was THAT?" Annie shouted, totally amazed.  "Whoa!  You rock, girl!"

Daniella was still too blank to answer.  MzDominica gently pushed her down onto a seat, just as Barb and Roxy got up together to dance with the next number.  The slave watched them, her clit throbbing in time with the music, her ass sucking on the butt plug, unaware that Annie and Dominica were having an intense conversation -- well, shouting into each other's ears, actually.  At length, MzDominica smiled -- a big, almost predatory smile.  Annie nodded, eyes wide, also smiling.  And the two shook hands.

"Thank you, thank you," the lead singer's voice boomed, nearly drowning out the applause, as Barb and Roxy returned from the dance floor.  "We're gonna take a short break now!  We'll be back in a few minutes.  Enjoy yourselves!"  All the guys in the band set their instruments down, and walked off the stage.  Daniella was drifting, now.  Staring at the singer's ass, for no special reason.  Her clit throbbed, and the butt plug pumped mercilessly into her behind.  She could not think.  Could not move.

When their waitress arrived, asking if they wanted refills, Dominica crooked her finger, drawing the girl close, even though the band had stopped for a while.  "I want to talk to Howie.  Tell him it's MzDominica.  Okay?"  The waitress clearly had no idea what was going on, but she straightened and left -- apparently to relay the message. 

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.

*          *          *          *          *        *

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?

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Yet there was something...  Was the one twin's thong just a little bit tighter?  Outlining the lips of her barely-hidden pussy just a little more than her sister's?  Her gaze, a little more straight-ahead and unfocused? -- while her sister's attention wandered from the warm ocean, to the sand, to the people ahead, to the children playing, to her twin's face, then out to the horizon.

With twins, they say, there is always a dominant one -- the leader, that the other twin goes along with, agrees to, matches.  Often, it's the firstborn of the two -- but not always.  With Cindy and Linda, this was true -- but not for the usual reasons.

They continued their walk, at a leisurely pace, the late afternoon sun at their backs.  With every step, Cindy's tight thong tugged on the hidden circlet that ringed her clitoris.  Left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Tug... pause... tug... a rub against the cloth of her thong.  So gentle.  So impossible to ignore.  The little marble sewn into the inside of the back of her thong pressed against her anus, teasing with every step.  Tap, a bit of a pause, tap, glide.  So impossible to think.  Just follow her sister Linda's steps, let her hand gently guide their direction.  The shimmering blue cloth disguised the spot of wetness continually dribbling from her pussy.  Her nipples were taut, jutting out, continually aching.  So were Linda's nipples -- but the cause was different.

Linda guided her twin as they walked along the edge of the water, listening to the barely-suppressed panting that was Cindy's breathing.  She knew that with every step, every shift of position, Cindy was being stimulated repeatedly, relentlessly.  Linda looked around, enjoying the delightful view of the sky, the ocean, the nearly-naked bodies -- many beautiful, many not so beautiful.  She knew people stared at them.  It excited her.  Even more exciting that they had no idea of the power she held over Cindy.  The power they agreed would last a year.  And that year was coming to an end.

They reached the gate to the private stairway, leading up to their beach house.  Linda let go of Cindy's hand, and unhooked the tiny key ring attached to the right strap of her own thong.  She opened the gate, led the panting Cindy through, then closed and locked the gate.  Step by gentle step, they ascended the long stairway, all of wood painted a light blue, but weathered by years in the sun and wind.  At the top, Linda unlocked the door, again led Cindy through, closed and locked the door.

Once inside, Cindy immediately dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled alongside her sister.  Her eyes were still unfocused, her mind barely aware of where she was -- only that she was next to her sister.  Her mistress.  Her owner.

Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda.  Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appearance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion.  Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation.  Taking babies along would have been inconvenient.  And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not acquired the habit of thinking about them as traveling companions.  Raised by nannies, educated at boarding schools, as the girls entered adulthood they were entirely independent of all family ties.  Except, of course, money.  Something they never had to worry about.

Finding something interesting to do -- that was another matter.

They had played little "follow the leader" games all their lives.  Somewhere along the line, as emerging grown-ups, the games became subtly more and more sexual.  Going out with boys -- or girls -- and switching dates.  Daring each other to push the envelope just a little bit farther, try more outlandish things.  Each watching the other having sex, in a hotel or car.  Exchanging partners.  Playing with each other, while their dates watched, or screwed them from behind.  Some experiments with bondage and discipline.  With hypnosis, mind control.  They both decided they liked that -- a lot.  They played little dominance games with each other more and more.  Sometimes Cindy was the mistress, sometimes Linda.

Then they hit on the idea of "the agreement."

For one year, one of them would be the dominant partner, the other the submissive.  For a full twelve months, one of them would be mistress, the other slave.  At the end of the year, they would switch.  A game of "spin the dildo" decided that they would start out with Cindy as the slave, Linda as the mistress.

Today was the anniversary.  The last day of the year.  Time to exchange places.

Linda led Cindy to her usual "slave cell" -- the shower stall in the bathroom.  "Stand up," Linda said.  Still not quite sure where she was, Cindy stood, and let Linda guide her through the door of the stall, and position her facing the shower head.  Linda lifted Cindy's left arm above her head, and attached the wrist cuff that dangled from a chain in the ceiling, then did the same with her right arm.  Then she reached inside Cindy's thong, and unhooked the clit circlet from the string that attached it to the swimsuit.  Cindy's legs shook with the brief stimulation of her clit.  Linda gently tugged the thong down Cindy's long, smooth legs.  A tap of Linda's finger to the back of Cindy's left knee signaled Cindy to lift her foot, so Linda could pull the suit off that leg, and then a tap to her foot made the slave set her foot down again.  Repeating with the right leg, Linda removed Cindy's thong, and set it aside on the counter top.  A tap to the inside of each thigh signaled Cindy to shift her stance, so her legs were spread in a wide inverted "V", allowing Linda to attach the ankle cuffs to the slave's legs.  Linda then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cindy chained in the shower stall.

The bathroom held many ways for Linda to play with her slave.  Racks of dildos, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and degrees of "bumpiness."  An enema bag -- a very large one -- with a long tube, and a collection of nozzles, also in various sizes.  Scented oils and lubricants for the skin.  Special lubricants for the vagina, the rectum -- some with stimulating or aphrodisiac qualities.  That was the "low tech" part.

There was a waterproof TV screen in the wall, directly in front of Cindy's eyes.  In a few moments, it came to life, with Linda's face looking out at Cindy.  The camera and a small control station were in the living room of the beach house, next to a big TV where Linda could watch her sister from a dozen different angles, through cameras all over inside the bathroom.

"Pee," Linda commanded.  The sound of her voice penetrated the fog that engulfed Cindy's mind, and she mindlessly released everything inside her bladder.  As soon as Cindy was finished, Linda pressed a control on her console, and the shower came on, rinsing Cindy down with a gentle spray of water at body temperature.  Another touch of a control, and the spray stopped.

"Slave Cindy," Linda said.  "Slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..."  Those words always triggered Cindy to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis, enslaved to Linda's voice, wiping all thoughts from her mind.  "That's right... feel your mind going...  You're so horny, aren't you, Cindy?  Say yes."

Cindy was so deep, she couldn't even answer without a direct command to do so.  "Yes," she said.  Linda watched through a waist-high camera as Cindy's hips bucked forward.  She pressed another control, and a well-aimed jet of water briefly shot out of the wall, directly at Cindy's clit.  The slave shuddered, her knees buckling slightly.

"It's been almost a year, slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..." Linda intoned.  She pressed another control, and little blasts of air played over Cindy's breasts, caressing her nipples.  "And I've been preparing you," Linda said.  "How long has it been, since I last let you cum?  Do you even remember?  How long?  Try to tell me."

It was so hard for Cindy to think.  She wanted to cum, so badly.  Constantly stroked, stimulated, brainwashed, she could feel herself always on the brink, right there at the edge.  Another jet of air, this time aimed at her clit, coincided with Linda's repeated command, "How long?"

"A week?" Cindy murmured.  So hard to form the words.  Her thoughts were so fuzzy, she was not entirely sure what a week was.  It was all that she could bring to mind.

"Six weeks," replied Linda.  "Six long weeks, I've been playing with you.  Preparing you for this day.  Having you lick ME to orgasm... orgasm... orgasm..."

Cindy pulled at the wrist cuffs, helplessly stimulated by the trigger word, still unable to cross over that edge.

"Over and over and over again," Linda continued, watching Cindy's face grimace with unsatisfied lust.  "While you could not cum... you cannot cum... you cannot cum..."  Linda smiled, as Cindy's shivering combined with her bucking hips into a delightful erotic dance.  "Today is the final day, where I am mistress and you are slave.  Remember our agreement?  Nod your head."

Cindy's head nodded.  She wasn't sure why.  Had she been asked a question?

"But if I'm not your mistress, I won't be able to command you to cum," Linda cajoled.  Through a camera at face height, Linda could see Cindy's jaw drop, and her eyes go wide.  "If I'm not your mistress, I won't allow you to cum."

Linda could see Cindy's lips mouthing the words, "No... no... no...," although no sounds came out.  A pretty extreme reaction, considering that Cindy's conditioning had made it almost impossible for her to say the "N" word!

"If you agree to let me be your mistress for another year, I will let you cum," Linda said.  "I will let you cum and cum and cum!  Would you like that, Cindy?"  Now Linda waited.  Not even a command to say yes -- just to see how intense her slave's desire was.

Cindy nodded her head, eyes wide and pleading -- actually staring at the TV screen like she was aware of it!

"Then you must agree.  Will you let me be your mistress for another year, Cindy?  If you say yes, I will let you cum."  Again, Linda waited.  The final test.

Cindy's mouth worked open and closed for a few moments.  So hard to think.  So hard to answer, without being commanded to answer.  She hung, slackly, from her wrist cuffs, all energy directed at trying to speak.  The first syllable came out soundlessly.  She gulped, and finally, plaintively, Cindy managed to answer, "Yes, please be my mistress!"

"Cum!" Linda immediately commanded.  "Cum now!  Cum, slave Cindy!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"

On each command, Cindy's body clenched, as the waves of her orgasms took over, rolling from deep inside her belly, outward through her torso, arms, and legs.  All the chains pulled tight as her muscles yanked them taut, drawing them to their limits.  Her clit swelled inside the circlet -- pulsing, pulsing, pulsing -- and her cunt spilled juices down her legs and onto the shower floor.  She continued to hear Linda's voice commanding her to "cum... cum... cum..." -- unaware that it was now a recording that Linda had started, so she was free to walk to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and return to the living room to watch her sister quaking in the throes of repeating, intense orgasms.

Linda sat down on the sofa, legs crossed -- so she could squeeze them together and gently stimulate her own clit -- and sipped her tea, enjoying the little moans coming from the TV speakers.  She wondered if Cindy had any realization how many years it had been, since they first made their agreement.

That she had agreed again, and again, to be the slave for one more year?

Year after year.

One year at a time.

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MzDominica drove the van down the highway, lit only by the occasional streetlight.  Daniella couldn't make sense of the passing scenery.  The bright streetlights left trails in her eyes, spelling "Dommmmmiiiiinnnnniiiiicaaaaaa" in her hazy vision.

Daniella's hips continued to rock, rock, rock.  Pumping in the seat.  She had become unaware of it, but MzDominica was continually talking to her.  Making suggestions.  Programming her.

"You're falling deeper and deeper and deeper.  My... rubber... slave..."  Daniella's eyes had stopped tracking the scenery.  She was looking straight ahead.  "Down... down... down...  You need to cum."  Daniella's hips rocked.  "You crave to cum."  She pumped.  "Your mind is becoming emptier and emptier.  More and more quiet.  Quiet and empty.  Quiet... and empty..."  The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name.  "You must obey."  And, just under her breath, Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica."  Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke.

Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now.  Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side.  The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug in and out of the slave's ass.  Pump... pump... pump...  Her voice began to moan, softly.  Constantly.  It seemed to Dominica like she never inhaled -- just continued to moan, helplessly, without end.

The van pulled up into a parking lot.  The only vehicle there.  The storefront had big block letters.  Daniella, too deeply tranced to look directly at them, saw them.  In her peripheral vision.  They spelled, "Dominica."  Of course.  What else could they have spelled?

MzDominica set the brake, shifted to "park," turned off the ignition.

Daniella remained in her seat, staring forward, not quite seeing.  Her hips continued to rock.  Pumping... pumping... pumping...  Her clit was so hard.  Her ass was so full.  Her mind was completely quiet.  Not a thought in her head.  Just the pumping... pumping...

Dominica had turned in her seat, and was watching her slave.  Watching as she stared mindlessly forward.  Mouth open, panting.  Hips pumping.  She crooked her index finger and trailed it down Daniella's left cheek, while she smiled, enjoying her complete control of her slave.

Daniella could not think.  She had no will, to get out of the car and approach the store front.  She had no will, even to turn to her Mistress, and ask what she should do next.  Her mind was frozen.  Empty.  Helpless.  She sat, her hips pumping.  The tight rubber panties felt so good.  The thick rubber butt plug felt so good.  Her nipples ached, under the rubber halter.  Hurt so much.  Felt so good.

"Get out, Daniella," Mistress said.  It took a moment.  For Daniella to realize she'd been spoken to.  To realize it was her Mistress.  Her owner.  To realize she could NOT disobey.  Even a few more moments to stop staring, straight ahead, and begin to move.  "Get out..."  That involved unhooking the seat belt.  Shifting her weight on the car seat.  Opening the... door...

Every second was a moment of discovery.  A struggle to remember even the most ordinary actions.  How to twist on the seat.  How to shift her weight forward, drop legs, set her feet on the gravel surface.  Soon, Daniella was standing in the parking lot.  A little unsteady... trying to remember how to balance on the spiked heels of her little ankle boots.  The brightly lit sign on the storefront grabbed her attention.  "Dominica!"  She was too deeply entranced to even realize, that it might say something else.  There was a picture, nearby, of a cartoon figure that looked like it was made of marshmallows.  Her attention was drawn back to the sign.

Suddenly, Daniella found her hand being pulled toward the building.  Dominica was dragging her toward the front door.  She held a keychain her other hand, and was soon using a key to unlock the big, double doors at the front of the store.

When they opened the door, and Dominica dragged her inside, Daniella was assaulted by the intense odor.  Acrid.  Smoky.  Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath -- still so deeply tranced, she had no idea what it was she smelled.  Only that it was rubber.  Lots and lots of rubber.

"Yes, my little rubber slave," MzDominica teased, stroking Daniella's right arm.  "It's a tire store!"

Daniella moaned.  The warm feeling in her crotch, and the trickle down both legs, all the way to her ankles and to her feet, marked the helpless release of all the pee in her bladder.

MzDominica seemed to have anticipated this reaction -- or, perhaps, she had programmed it.  She handed Daniella a towel, and said -- gently -- "Clean that up."  The slave opened her eyes, crouched to the floor, mopped up the puddle.  And as she stood up again, trailed the towel up the insides of her wet thighs.

Daniella stared, all around her, at the stacks of dark, rubbery tires.  She breathed so slowly, and deeply -- not even realizing she was doing so.  Dominica looked at her slave, and was surprised, but immensely pleased, to see tears rolling down her slave's face.  Clearly, Daniella was completely overwhelmed.

Not sure Daniella would even understand what she said, Dominica explained.  "A friend of mine owns this tire store.  He was very nice to give me free access tonight, to do anything I want."  She leaned toward Daniella, and whispered fiercely in her ear, "ANYTHING!!!"

Daniella's legs failed her.  She dropped, in slow motion, to the floor, cross-legged, staring at all the stacks of tires.  Breathing so deeply.  She'd forgotten it was even happening, but her clitty-cock was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing so intensely.  The scent of rubber had completely emptied her mind.

Dominica leaned down toward her little pet.  "Now, rubber... slave...," she said, pointing, "I want you to wrap yourself around that stack over there.  Hug it.  Fuck it.  Push your aching, little clit against the tires."

"Oh, God, Mistress!"  Daniella seemed to finally have found her voice.  "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet, babi," Dominica replied.  "Now, go and fuck the tires."

Daniella moaned.  But she stood up.  She stumbled, like a sleepwalker, toward a big stack of truck tires, and wrapped her arms around them as far as they would go.  Breathing deeply.  Letting the heavy, acrid scent fill her empty brain.  She pumped her crotch against a tire.  Once.  Twice.  She moaned, crying again.  A third time.  Her nipples were so hard, they hurt so bad.  Pump.  A tiny squeal.  Pump.  Moan.  Pump.  She was sobbing.  Pump.  She was crying.  Pump.  The sobs of need tore out of her, scraping her throat ragged.  Pump.  Her eyes squinted, and her face was a squashed parody of human expression, her mouth a big, open bow of need and pain.  Pump.  She moaned and cried, and rubbed her face against the treads, wiping her tears on the tires.  Rubbing her padded rubber-covered breasts against the tires.  Crying and moaning, she slowly collapsed at the base of the stack, aching to cum.  Aching for any tiny, little release.  Any relief.

She found her face rubbing, rubbing, against the tops of MzDominica's boots.

"Good girl," she said.  "Good, good girl."

Daniella rubber her tears into Mistress' boots, and kissed her toes, her ankles, her calves.

"Cum!" Mistress commanded.  "Cum, slave, cum!"

It almost didn't happen, at first.  It took a moment...  Just a timeless moment for the command to sink in.  It seemed to enter the top of Daniella's head, at her ears... and swept down through her neck, down her torso, into her hips.  It passed her hips, and went all the way to her toes.  Then the orgasm began to sweep upward from her toes.  In waves.  Up her legs.  To her crotch.  Up her belly to her breasts.  Up again to her head.

Daniella came.  And came.  And came.  Lips pressed against Dominica's boots.  The smell of rubber everywhere in her senses.  Cumming and cumming and cumming.  She wiggled.  She cried.  The moan that was torn from her throat sounded like she'd been impaled -- and, in a way, she HAD been.  By the thick butt plug.  By Mistress' command.  By the rubber.  Her hips pumped, and pumped.  Her ass sucked on the butt plug.  Hot cum filled her rubber panties.  She cried, and grabbed at the linoleum-covered floor, and rubbed her breasts against the floor.  She pumped her ass against the floor, and rubbed her face against Mistress' boots.  And came... and came... and came...  Crying, begging mindlessly with her sobs, thanking Mistress wordlessly with her moans, her caresses, her wiggling, her tears.

She had no idea of how long she had been cumming, cumming, cumming -- helplessly, gratefully.  But, gradually, the spasms subsided.  Daniella lay at Dominica's feet, curled up into a tiny, little ball.  Lips pressed to the toe of Dominica's right boot.  So deep, not a thought entered her empty, little mind.

Dominica leaned forward, and caressed the back of her slave's neck, between the strands of blonde hair.

"Now, you're ready," she whispered.

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Daniella did not remember having moved.  And her mind was far too blank to realize that she was lying, face down, on a loose pile of tires.  Her arms were around a big, soft tire, and her face was down in the center.  Surrounded by rubber.  Drowned in the scent.  A big tire all around her head, and tires below her -- the thick, pungent smell filling her nostrils, filling her mind.  And emptying it, at the same time.

"Deeper... Deeper... rubber slave... Deeper..." MzDominica's voice repeated, sending Daniella's mind into a state far beneath unconsciousness.  "Whenever you smell this, you must remember, rubber slave obeys only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica..."

MzDominica's slow, methodical brainwashing of the helpless slave continued.  It might have been minutes.  It might have been hours.  Daniella had no way to know.  No way to resist.

"Resist... resist...  Try to resist...  Try hard, now.  Harder..."  Mistress' voice ordered her to resist -- which meant that if she did, she would be obeying.  But if she did not, she would be obeying...  "Try to lift yourself off the tires.  Go ahead.  Try to resist me..."

Daniella pushed... or tried to.  But the rubber felt so good against her body.  Smelled so good.  All the resistance...  all the fight... was gone from her.  Her body went limp.  She was helpless... lost... obedient...

After a time, the slave felt herself being lifted up, completely unable to understand what that meant.  She heard, "Open your mouth, slave," and her jaw dropped slackly.  Immediately.  Automatically.  The thick, rubber dildo slid into her mouth, and she began mindlessly to suck... suck... suck...  The noise and jiggling of the van made no impression on her deeply entranced mind.  Nor did she notice herself being half-carried, as she was walked back into Dominica's cabin, and set down, prone -- plugged ass so high -- onto her rubber-covered pallet.  She continued to suck the dildo, as Mistress' conditioning slowly worked its way through her deeply sleeping mind.  Programming her.  Changing her...  All through the night.

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Daniella slept on her rubber-covered pallet, sucking on the thick rubber dildo.  Every dream seemed to restructure her body more extremely, reprogram her mind more deeply.  Her sense of reality seemed to have completely shut down.

Her tongue became long, and snake-like.  Even kneeling, with her head bowed to the floor, her tongue reached out, responding to MzDominica's command, and licked her boots, twining itself around her toes, her ankles.  It wound up her right leg, around her knee, and up her thigh, sliding into her wet pussy.  A loop of her tongue pressed deep into Dominica's pussy, massaging her G-spot, while the tip of her tongue crept back out, and wrapped itself around Dominica's clit.  Circling her clit, rubbing it, massaging it.  Tightening, and loosening, and tugging at her clit.  Daniella's snaky tongue stretched further... downward between Dominica's ass cheeks, and squirmed itself into her anus.  Throbbing, sucking, curling, wiggling.

All the while, Daniella could feel her breasts growing -- especially her nipples.  They felt so big, and long, and puffy.  Each huge, throbbing nipple had found its way under the toe of one of MzDominica's boots.  Daniella's tongue tugged at Mistress' clit, and Dominica responded by stepping harder on Daniella's nipples, squeezing them so deliciously!

All the little "fuck me" filigree in Daniella's stockings had started moving.  Massaging her legs, creeping up her thighs.  The words gathered together, growing in size and thickness, collecting as a huge, black dildo that seemed to climb up Daniella's leg like a giant worm, a caterpillar.  Daniella's hips thrust backward just as the dildo shoved itself into her ass.  Pumping, and pumping, the dildo seemed to be cumming.  It was ejaculating the words "fuck me" into Daniella's ass.  The words wiggled their way upward through her colon, through her abdomen, up her neck, and into her brain -- pushing everything else aside.  All other words spilled out of Daniella's ears, as "fuck me" filled her head, becoming her only thought.

Then Mistress spoke, and the word "obey" tumbled from her lips, like rain falling onto Daniella's head.  It soaked through her hair, through her scalp, into her brain -- and even pushed "fuck me" out through Daniella's ears onto the floor.  Obey... obey... obey...  All the other words on the floor changed, turning into Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...  They collected into a swarm, like bees, and swirled up Daniella's thighs to her clitty-cock, wrapping themselves around it.  Swarming and buzzing, and tickling her cock, the flying word made her desperate to cum again.  But as soon as she got close, all the words broke into separate letters, suspended mid-air around her cock, like a little black cloud, no longer stroking her aching sex.  As soon as the closeness to orgasm was lost, the letters formed Dominica's name again, and began sliding themselves against her cock -- like teasing fingers, all up and down her sex.  It felt so good!  Closer... and closer... and closer to cumming.  Then the words would all break up again into letters again.  Over and over and over.

Daniella's hips were pumping.  Thrusting back against the "fuck me" dildo, humping down into the cloud of letters.  "Obey" in Mistress' Voice looped relentlessly through her head, as she continued to lick every part of Dominica's sex she could reach.  Her tongue stretched even further, wrapping around both of Mistress' breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples.

In Daniella's mind, she could see the words begin to collect together, squeezing her cock smaller and smaller.  Making it tiny.  She heard Dominica's voice, talking to her about her clit.  About her pussy.  Mistress' voice seemed to echo from everywhere.  With every echo, the letters pulsed.  The words "Dominica" collected together into another firm rubber dildo, like the "fuck me" dildo, and began to push against the base of her cock.  Pushing inwards as her cock became a tinier and tinier nub.  Pushing her balls inside, where they changed into ovaries.  Pushing her scrotum inward, as it became labia, the center opening up and becoming her vagina -- so very filled with Dominica.  Fucking deep into her.  In... and out... and in... and out...  The new dildo began to ejaculate into her pussy, spewing the name "Dominica" deep into her cunt, over and over again.  Mistress' name traveled up through her womb, past it and upward through her abdomen...  Up... up... up...  It stretched out her tits even further, making them full, huge, squashy -- like big balloons.  It pushed its way up her neck, changing her voice, making it higher, more musical, lilting.  Finally, Mistress' name entered her head to join the only other word that remained there -- Obey!  The words filled her mind...  Obey... Dominica... Obey... Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica...

Daniella sucked and sucked on the rubber dildo, "Obey Dominica" echoing relentlessly in her head.  Was it a dildo she was sucking?  It seemed to be Mistress' toes.  She couldn't tell any more.  It didn't matter.  Sucking was everything.  Pleasing Mistress was everything.  The little rubber slave was nothing, and she nuzzled her face against MzDominica's feet, while her hips continued to pump... pump... pump...  "Fuck me" was getting lost.  What happened to "me" was becoming unimportant, so long as she pleased Mistress.  She rose up, still on her knees, her long snaky tongue deep in Dominica's sex, so she could stare upward into her Mistress' green eyes.  The emerald eyes seemed to spin, and swirl, and turn into whirlpools, drawing her down into even deeper levels of slavery... and mindlessness.

Daniella had long since forgotten her hands.  A sex slave didn't need hands, so long as she had her tongue.  Her mouth.  In her dreams, Daniella became more and more desperate to make Dominica cum.  To make her Mistress cum.  To please Mistress.  All thoughts of herself were forgotten.  "Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica..."  Lick... lick... lick... suck... swallow... lick... obey... lick...

Suddenly, like a huge explosion in reverse, Daniella felt herself falling, and her dreams vanished.  Her eyes popped open.  She glanced around, completely disoriented, no idea where she was.  Her mind was still so blank, still caught in the echoes of Mistress' trance, her control, her dreams.

Daniella automatically sucked on the thick, black, rubber dildo -- and the soft firmness of the rubber felt so good, it almost sent her back into a hypnotic sleep.  But something in the back of her mind talked to her.  Talked to her with Mistress' voice.  "Time to wake up, now, slave."  She leaned forward and pressed her huge tits against the rubber sheet on the pallet, enjoying the way her cunt and ass echoed and reflected the pleasure in her breasts.

Still glancing around, trying to re-connect to the real world, Daniella's eyes fell upon two things directly in front of her.  She didn't recognize the round, lumpy circle right away.  She pumped her hips back into the dream dildos again, reacting to the circle before she knew what it was.  A little tire -- like from a toy truck.  She almost laughed, remembering the tire store from last night.  Then she realized she didn't remember MUCH about being in the tire store.  That brought a combination of confusion, a little panic, and a growing desire, as she realized how deeply controlled she had become.  Her lips curled up into a smile -- quite a task, as they were still firmly wrapped around the thick rubber dildo.

The second item was a note.  A simple piece of paper with writing on it, folded so it could stand, like a little tent, angled so the slave would see the words when she woke up.  Daniella was almost afraid to try to read it, certain that -- like everything else -- it would simply appear to say "Dominica... Dominica..." over and over again.  "Read it, slave," she heard Mistress' voice command.  Opening eyes that she hadn't realized had closed again, Daniella read the note.

"Take a shower, slut.  Then crawl to Me.  I want you completely naked.  Except, of course, for your butt plug.  I have a special treat for you this morning! --  xox, MzD"

Daniella was at once relieved that she could actually read the note.  Shower... yes, she probably was in great need of one, after last night.  Something about her rubber panties felt... gummy...  Kind of nice, actually... in a way...  But she didn't want to think about it too much.

The slave stood up and stretched.  Oh... She must have been crouched in a tight, little ball all night!  She looked down at her legs.  The "fuck me" hose no longer showed even a single filigree letter.  All that was left was tattered little threads and runs.  The rubber clothes and boots seemed to have survived unharmed, though.  Her mind drifted again, imaging the thick dildos in her ass and cunt.  Even standing and stretching, her hips began to buck.  "Shower... NOW," Mistress' voice demanded.  Daniella quickly trotted out the door, down the hallway, into the bathroom.

She was almost afraid to look in the mirror -- but she just had to.  Oh... my... Goddess!  She was a real mess!  The wig was gone -- probably fell off in the tire store.  She hoped MzDominica had retrieved it!  Her eye makeup was nothing but dark blotches and streaks, and the lipstick was a blur smeared around her lips and up one cheek.  She looked like a raccoon that had tried to dress up as a whore.  A twinge of excitement made her clit throb.  What a slut she had been, for her Mistress!  She smiled into the mirror, enjoying the feeling of having been so deliciously used -- like an article of clothing that had been worn, soiled, and tossed in the laundry by Dominica -- to be used again later, after it had been cleaned.  Daniella's hips began to wiggle, anticipating the next time.

Then she noticed the little black marks all over her body.  Bruises?  Her arms, legs, even parts of her face were covered with them!  She rubbed at one on her forearm, and it didn't hurt... didn't feel sore.  In fact, some of it rubbed off with her thumb.  She looked at another one, near her elbow.  The squiggly lines of light flesh between the black blotches gave her the missing clue.  Tire treads!  Oh, Goddess!  She was covered with skid marks, from all the tires last night.  Daniella couldn't help herself -- she pulled one arm with the other, and brought her blackened elbow close to her nose and inhaled, testing for the scent of rubber.  Of course, it was there!  Her mind drifted, and her nipples began to tingle, as she thought of Mistress' control over her mind...

"Shower!" commanded Dominica's voice in her head.

Daniella found herself almost hopping, turning the handles on in the shower to warm up the water.  Unzipping the boots.  Pulling at the rubber halter and mini-skirt.  Peeling off the remains of the pantyhose.  She looked down at the rubber panties.  The lock was gone -- oh, thank Goddess!  But she left the panties on, for the moment.  She tested the temperature of the water, found it warm enough, and stepped into the shower.

Immediately, Daniella's bladder gave up all control.  She peed helplessly inside the rubber panties, while the warm water splashed down her face and neck, and she squeezed her nipples and breasts.  Her hands descended down her torso to the top edge of the panties, and she pulled them open, letting the warm water rush inside.  She felt like some kind of perverted kangaroo, her pocket stretched open, a waterfall pouring into it, cleaning everything away.  Her breath came in little, panting gasps, as she slowly pulled and twisted the rubber panties, down... down... down her legs.  Sliding them down over her knees.  Down her calves.  Over her feet.  Panties on the shower floor, she just stood mindlessly in the shower, warm water running over her, rubbing her tits.  Her ass sucked on the butt plug again, reminding her that it was there, and her fingers trailed down to her pussy, her middle finger pressing into the cleft between her labia, her palm firmly against her clit.  Rubbing... pumping...  Mmmmm, so good!

"Soap!  Shampoo!  Now!  You must obey!"  Dominica's orders came from somewhere inside Daniella's head.  She jumped a little, and emitted a tiny squeak, responding to the sudden commands.  "I must obey Dominica," she automatically replied.  Of course, she needed to present herself to Mistress, immediately!  She grabbed the soap, and ran it all over her breasts, down her tummy, between her legs -- jumping again, every once in a while, as she realized she had languished too long.

After toweling off, Daniella crawled into the dining room, and was greeted with a view of MzDominica seated near the table, talking on her cell phone.  She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face.  Mistress caught sight of her slave on the floor.  She snapped her fingers and pointed down, indicating her boots.  The slave hurriedly skittered across the floor to bring her lips to Dominica's toes.

"And then they WHAT?" Mistress almost screamed.  "Oh, God.  Those two can be so cruel!"  She laughed again.  "And you loved it, didn't you?...  Yes, I know you did, you little slut!...  Yeah, well, I always knew you were a size queen!  Yeah...  Oh, yeah!...  And I bet that's not the biggest one you can take, either!...  Uh-huh!...  Oh, God, what an image!  You, tied up like that, all night, and..."  Dominica looked down at her naked slave, who was already falling deeper and deeper into trance, kissing Mistress' boots over and over.  "Hey, you know what?  I want those as a trophy from last night...  Yes, I do...  In fact, I want you to bring them over right now.  I have an idea of something I'd like to do with them..."  She trailed her fingers through Daniella's hair.  She looked up again.  "No, NOW, you little slut!..."  Mistress turned away from Daniella for a moment, and quietly spoke a single word into the phone.  "Now bring them over...  Oh, you didn't realize I'd implanted that trigger, huh?"  Dominica's chuckle sounded wicked.  "Yeah, well you should know better than to fuck with me...  Right away."  She pressed a button, and set the phone down on the table.

Mistress reached a hand down to her slave's freshly-shampooed hair, still damp from the shower.  "You know who that was, babi?"  Daniella, now deep in trance, didn't understand the question.  All that seemed to matter was kissing Mistress' boots.  "That was Annie, from last night, making her report.  It seems she had quite a time at the hands... and other things... of her two girlfriends."  Dominica curled a finger under Daniella's chin, and pulled the slave's face upward.  Daniella's mind had completely emptied, and she looked up into her Mistress' eyes with complete adoration, too blank even to be awaiting an instruction -- simply happy and content to be there, with Dominica.

MzDominica reached over to a bowl on the table, and pulled an orange section from it.  She lifted Her skirt, and shifted her hips forward, exposing her smooth pussy.  Then She waved the orange section back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, moving it closer and closer to her cunt, watching the slave track her every move.  A gentle push, and one end of the orange section plopped into Dominica's pussy, between her pink, puffy labia.  She spoke one single word:  "Fruit."

Daniella leaned forward, and sucked the orange slice out of Dominica's pussy, tasting Mistress' juices, almost like vanilla.  She stared blankly at Dominica's moist cunt, while she chewed and swallowed, barely registering the fact that Mistress had reached for another piece of fruit -- an apple slice this time.  She placed it, one end in her cunt, curled up near her aroused clit.  "Eat," she commanded.  Daniella leaned forward again, taking the apple slice in her mouth, her upper lip grazing Mistress' clit.  Dominica's hips pumped forward, just a little, as she reached for a grape...

There was a knock at the front door.

Dominica set the grape back down in the bowl, fully certain she knew who was out front.  She stood up, stepping around her kneeling slave, who seemed only aware that Mistress had moved away.  Daniella remained, blankly staring at the chair where Dominica had been.

Another knock, and Dominica opened the door, to find Annie hastily dropping to her knees on the front porch.  She was dressed a lot more simply, this morning -- t-shirt, jeans, running shoes.  Of course, the jeans were amazingly tight -- calculated to produce a devastating effect on any appreciative male... or female.   She held her hands up and forward in supplication, the strands of several black cords draped across them, drooping toward the floor.

"Please, Mistress, take these from me as Your trophy.  They are Yours, as am I," she begged, then bowed her head.

"Laying it on a little thick, aren't you, slut?" Mistress laughed.

Annie bowed her head even further, and replied, "Not as thick as you might think, Mistress."  Then she looked up and winked, "But if you've got a few flower beds that need some fertilizing..."

Dominica took the cords, laughing.  "You ARE incorrigible!"  She gathered the strands up.  "So, have you learned your lesson?  No trying to steal my slaves -- even for a night?"

"Yes, Mistress," Annie bowed again.  "I have just one question..."

"You're unbelievable," Dominica replied.  "Okay, I'll bite -- what's your question?"

Annie looked up, winked a second time.  "When can we do it again?"

Dominica couldn't help laughing again.  "Get out of here, you little slut!"  And as Annie leaped up and began walking down the path to the gate, a little awkwardly due to some soreness she was TRYING to hide, Dominica shouted, "I'll call you next week!"  Annie turned, waved goodbye, and hobbled out the gate.

Mistress closed the door, then walked slowly back to her slave, who was still where she had been left, staring blankly at nothing.  "Wake up, Daniella," she said.  "Danielllllaaaa!"  She dangled the cords in front of the slave's face.  "Wake up.  Do you know what these are?"

Daniella's mind seemed to return from far, far away.  She looked at the black cords wiggling in front of her, but could make no sense of the image.

Dominica began stretching the cords out, separating them.  There were six of them -- some longer, some shorter -- all several feet long.  "You remember these.  This one," she said, holding up an especially long cord, "I bet this ran from her ankle, criss-crossing up all the way up her leg, and tied at her waist...  Holding Annie's leather pants together!"

Daniella began to pant.

"You remember," Dominica teased, wiggling the cords again.  "Red leather... black laces..."

Daniella's clit, already so hard, suddenly leaped to full attention.

"Mmmm, you DO remember," Mistress said.  "I thought so!  I like your response -- but we're going to have to change your associations!"  She pitched her voice a little louder for a moment.  "It would be good if I had a small rubber sheet on my chair, here!"  Then she turned her attention back to Daniella.  "Yes, Annie's girlfriends kept her tied up all night -- with the laces from her own red leather outfit!"  She sat down -- and of course when she did, there was a sheet of black latex, covering the chair.

MzDominica folded the laces in half, and caressed Daniella's face gently with the loops.  "Well, now these black laces are MINE...  And we are going to have such fun!"

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Sunday morning, and our little she-male is learning the meaning of the word "worship!"  What plans DOES Mistress have for those long, black laces?

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i jumped and opened my eyes when i felt my skirt being lifted i saw leroy naked pulling my panties down  i tried to speak to say stop but the words just came out mumbled i was powerless to resist as i felt him kiss me below steve and me only did it once and that was in a car him on top for around a minute' but  could feel leroys tongue pressing into me i squirmed on the seat

then felt the most powerful cum ever'

 leroy just laughed at me stood up and pulled me into  a sitting position he then said open wide my little white slut and pushed his smelly black cock into my mouth i gagged but he held my head and started to push it in.he then got on top of me and i felt him stretching me open he fucked me real fast and hurt me' i could feel him tearing into me opening me up as never before then i felt him shooting into me filling me up with his black come.He then climbed off me and called me a good little whore and fetched a needle and some more stuff for me i tried to say no but he said i was a good little whore and deserved it.i drifted in and out of sleep i remember steve coming home leroy told him to leave me there as i was wasted . i awoke to feel the sun coming through the window i looked around to see leroy sat smoking he smiled at me i said were was steve gone, dealing for me bitch came the harsh reply it dawned on me i was naked in his bed then i remembed him on me, was it him' steve' i couldnt think i felt between my legs i was all wet n sticky well someone had but who i wasnt sure.leroy stood up and asked me if id like my next fix

no thanks i replied , shut up silly little bitch he said coming over to me i felt really scared as he towered over me, when is steve coming home i asked ,soon bitch ,youll soon forget about him when you love this stuff .i felt the warm rush again as i drifted into a drugged sleep .the next few days were a blur i awoke shaking feeling really ill i was still naked in bed i needed drugs bad , my head hurt my arms felt like lead i though i was dying where was steve but more importantly were was leroy .i looked for my thing they were gone all my clothes were gone then i heared voices the door opened and in walked leroy and four massive black men i froze there were five black men in this tiny room and me all naked in bed . leroy spoke hi bitch need some stuff oh god yes please . he sat in the chair opposite me the blacks sat on his sofa here you are then bitch come n get it i said i couldnt find my clothes he laughed i sold them i gots to buy you all new ok .well bitch you want this ,please give it me i said come n get it , i stood up pulling the blanket around me and walked over to leroy past the men leroy stood to greet me, whack i felt him slap me real hard i fell to the floor stupid little bitch he shouted, i wondered what id done wrong dont ever dis my friends like that ever or ill kill you ok bitch 'ok ok i said no dareing to ask

now stand up,i climbed to my feet he pulled the blanked off me and threw it on the bed i stood there naked the men laughed.thats better he said and sat down sit here he said tapping his lap .

i sat knees together hands covering my tits ,now then wot would you like bitch said leroy,my stuff please laughter filled the room again,you know how much this stuff cost me bitch you got to earn it bitch take of you hands show my friends your lilly white little tities ,oh got i thought please leroy dont i said listen bitch when i ask you to do something you better do it or ill beat your ass ok , with that i lowered my hands i could feel my legs tremble as they all looked at me i jumped when i felt leroys hands on my legs pulling them wide please leroy no i said whack he hit me hard on the side of my head tears welled up and i let my legs open he pulled on my tit real hard

see bitch now your learning .He gave me my fix and i drifted then i jumped it was the door but the knocking felt so loud, leroy lifted me and placed me on the chair i let my legs fall open i didnt care i was to far gone then i heared steves voice i looked up , he looked in disbelief at me sat there naked like a whore with five black men in the room, what the! shut it whiteboy said leroy you in deep shit you been riping us off, no way said steve .one of  the black men stood up and said you better fuck off punk or ill kill you steves face went pale ok he said come on sara were leaving, no way said leroy i took her for the cash you owe anyway she likes it here she wants to stay dont you bitch all eyes were on me i looked at poor steve then leroy his eyes burned into me yes i said im staying leroy smiled steve turned and left slaming the door .leroy turned to me good bitch she like leroys black cock come her babe he said i looked up to see leroys cock hung out of his trouser i crawled across the floor and licked it taking him in my mouth ,fuck shit said one of the blacks id forgot they were there but the drug was working i didnt care i felt leroy tense up and grab the back of my head as he spewed his come in my mouth i gagged you best swallow all that bitch he said and i did with that they left i was a few hours when i awoke leroy wasnt there he came home later drunk and climbed in bed with me rolled ontop and slipped into me oh my god what am i doing i thought laid her with a black man as old as my father what could i do to get out of this i felt his hands lift my legs up god his cock was so big i felt my pussy being torn i moaned thats a good whore you like that big black cock up dont you ,yes i said feeling my pussy betray me. i  jumped he put his finger on my bumhole oh god your hurting i said as he pushed a finger into my bum  oh please stop please, shut it bitch you knows what youll get i takes what i want when ok said leroy i lay still gritting my teeth as the finger climbed so high i felt so full his cock so far up me then he shuddered i felt him come up me and roll off into a drunken stupor thank god i thought and slowly fell asleep.I awoke the next morning to feel the needle go in mmmm was all i could do as my eyes closed ,gots to go out bitch dont want you getting bored whilst i go said leroy  with that he left .i awoke late again as leroy came in again he'd been drinking againi watched him strip  fascinated by his soft cock how big it was and how black it was he came over to the bed and climbed in i felt nervous but excited my stomach all funny as he pulled my nipples hard and bit them i yelped roll over bitch i did laying on my tummy as i felt him climb on me i felt him at my pussy pushing in me, deeper ,deeper he went god how far could he go i thought he then lifted his weight of me and and started to fuck me i felt him reach round and rub my clit oh god i screamed im cumming i shuddered and collapsed biting the pillow as he ploughed into me .i again felt all his weight as he lowered back on to me squashing me into the bed he reached round removed his cock from me and i froze as he found my bumhole, please, please leroy it'll hurt so bad no please i said i thought how much pain his finger caused me but leroy ignored me as i felt his cock head push at my bumhole oh god ho god i screamed no no but suddenly with a plop he was in me i felt him withdraw then bang back in me i almost fainted,

 in out he went stretching me so bad i thought i was dying .i felt him cumming deep inside my bumhole then he rolled of me again , i cried myself to sleep the pain was so bad in my stomach . we awoke early the next day  leroy said get cleaned up bitch its shopping time i washed did my hair he cave me a old coat to wear and a old pair of trainers to put on.i pulled the coat on real tight feeling funny scared almost knowing i was naked underneath.We drove for about to minutes god he was in a nasty mood i said afraid to speak as we pulled outside a shop wait bitch he said , he came out with a bag and drove off arriving outside a flat he got out and i followed into the flat . we walked into the bedroom he threw the bag on the bed put those on and dont take all fucking day bitch i m busy ok'  he left i opened it and found some black stockings and suspenders i put them on then opened the door which leroy went through i looked into the room there was leroy with a black man really fat and ugly i felt disgust as he smiled at me you trained her well he said to leroy  ye she loves my black meat said leroy smiling come her bitch i walked over to leroy looking at the floor all the time unable to look at them.i yelped as leroy slapped my tits real hard both men laughed. i owe mick some money for the drugs you been having baby said leroy but i skint babe, but kind ol mick here says  you can work it off and if you real good he take care of that little habit of yours so i agree he can have you for a week ok now be good for ol mick if he gots to call me round ill kill your ass girl ok.leroy left i felt sick stood in front of this black man all fat and ugly in just black stocking and suspenders ,well well girly i know i got to taste you since that day i seen you at leroys place, leroys to stupid to keep you all to himself now kneel bitch i gots someone for you to meet .i knelt in front of mick trembling as he removed his shorts to reveal  the biggest thing i ever saw it was so big and as thick as my hand oh my god i cant i thought not that ,you gonna love mr black hey girl he said as he pushed it towards my mouth .i opened but all i could get it was the head of his massive black cock but i licked it he seemed to like it ,lay down for me girl he said , i rolled onto my back for him feeling really scared of him as he got between my legs, dont worry baby mick wont hurt you youll love this he said as he placed it at my hole and rubbed it all round my entrance i could feel my juices start to flow ,good girl see said mick you like it all ready and you gonna need plenty juice baby .

i felt micks massive black cock start to slide in me slowly oh my god i thought as that massive head opened me wider that i thought possible inch by inch he crept into me till i thought i was gonna burst , there you see you got it all baby said mick now isnt that nice being full black cock oh god i said its so nice i love black cock, dont worry baby i make sure this week you get that pretty little white pussy used by lots of black cocks you like that girl said mick oh yes i said as i started to cum on that massive cock, easy girl said mick but it was too late as i flung my arms around his neck i came and mick hadnt moved it was being so full and opened by that black cock that made me cum. Mick slowly pulled out halfway before plunging into me again put your legs up girl he said i bent my knees placing my stocking covered feet on the floor as he ploughed into me higher babe he said as i felt him grab me behind my knees and spread my legs wide up over his shoulders this left me open for his onslaught as he continued to fuck me hard oh god it hurt but good as i felt my pussy being torn and then bang as i came screaming fuck me fuck me shove that black cock in me , mick smiled and got off me and sat on the sofa come here girl he said stroking his cock i went to suck him but he grabbed me by the bum and made me climb ontop of him ,slowly i lowered myself onto him until i sat on him full of all his black cock stay there baby dont move said mick as he picked up his phone and dialled .

hiya winston hows tricks my man he said down the phoneline guess what i got here man leroys white bitch ,ye man and she lovin my black cock aint you bitch tell him how much you love it he said pushing the phone to my ear ,i love it i said i love his black cock ,tell him why you love it said mick, because it so big and thick ,tell him what you doing right now ,sitting on it im so full i said , mick took the phone laughing now move that ass bitch up and down he said i started to move up and down on micks cock nice and slow slowly building up speed as i felt myself nearing another orgasm as mick talked on the phone ,yes shes so hot man loves it ,ye ok man get the boys ,ok  ,ye one week ok ,about ten minutes see you with that he dropped the phone and grabbed hold of my waist to hold me as we both came . i grabbed hold of him as i stopped ,my pussy tingled, god girl you sweet he said i climbed of him hearing a plop as he slid out of me i sat next to himas he got me my fix ready you want this he said oh please yes so bad i said ok clean me my black cock it's all spunky come and suck me clean so i knelt in front of him opened my mouth and sucked it clean good girl said mick who then proceded to inject me full of the heroin i needed . i landed on the floor eyes closed when mick stood up i just lay there  i could'nt move as it flowed around my body, mick grabbed my arms and lifted me up carrying me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed .the next thing i was awoken by voices and then the door opened in walked mick with  three black men hiya babe you awake now said mick  time for you to earn me my money bitch and if your good ill let you love my black cock later with that he left . i looked up to see the blacks stripping they were smiling saying how they were gonna show this white bitch .Then i felt the bed sink as they got on and a hand went to my pussy and tits and a black cock was put in my mouth god mick was right said one look how she sucks that . i felt a black climb onto me and slip in real easy and start pumping his cock into me hey steady man we gots to get our moneys worth said the other ,ye right he said and climbed off me and lay on his back come here babe he said i released the cock in my mouth and climbed ontop and put his cock in me, the other guy came in front of me lifted my head ,i opened and took his cock in my mouth the other went round the back of me and i felt him push into my pussy i came as i felt pain in me as two cocks tore into me we stayed coupled like that for a minute or two, two cocks inside my stretched pussy,he then withdrew and i felt him pushing his cock into my bum as the cock in my pussy started to push faster into me i dropped the cock out of my mouth and dipped my head as i shuddered all over and started to moan as he sunk deeper into my bumhole ,both cocks filling me like never before i came again screaming throwing my head back only to recieve a black cock at my lips ,i opened and hungrily took the cock in my mouth as i felt the cock in my bum spew cum into me mmmm mmmm was all i could say as i then felt black cum spurting down my throat i gagged as i swallowed .The two blacks layed on the bed beside me as i was rolled onto my back they both took a leg and pulled them up into the air, come on boy fuck this white pussy snarled one of the men and the other climbed onto me inserting his cock deep into me . It did'nt take long for him to bury his seed inside me . i lay all alone listening to the men downstairs laughing with mick they were all drinking i wondered what they were saying about me .an hour or two passed when i heared the door open it was mick ,you been a good girl earned mick plenty of cash so heres your reward babe said mick pushing more heroin into my body ,i drifted feeling happy as mick stripped off  then i felt him enter my sore and bruised pussy but i was to far gone to care .the following week i took more heroin and black cocks than i care to remember my body felt week my ass and pussy was so sore i could'nt touch them.mick came to my room as i lay there legs wide open my pussy leaked cum ,hiya  baby looks whos come to see you girl tell leroy how good you been ,i looked up and through my foggy eyes i saw leroy smiling at me ,wow bitch seems like you got to enjoy your week then said leroy i smiled and said mmmm, leroy then asked if i wanted to come home with him, no i said i like it here with mick he gives me what i need mick laughed bitch said leroy as he stormed out of the room mick walked over to me and put his hand on my pussy ,white girl loves that pretty pussy fucking by lots of black cocks does'nt she he said inserting two fingers into my sloppy spunk filled pussy mmmm i said i love it so much mick ,good girl thats my good girl he said as he put those fingers in my mouth ill get you your fix girl ok mmm please please i need it so bad i said yes youll need it tonight baby we's having a party ok ,oh god i murmered as the liquid flowed through my veins i opened my eyes as i felt the bed move with the weight of all those blacks so many black bodies mmmm so much black cock                              

                                          and thats how i became a black cock whore

"Here we are!"  Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide.  Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy.  Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant.  Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand. 

"That's right... focus on my pussy.  So beautiful, and smooth.  So wet.  So very, very wet.  Because I am such a horny girl!  Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me.  The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet."  She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened.  "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip.  Doesn't it, slave?"  Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to.  She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid.  "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have.  Look at my clit.  How it peeks out from under the hood.  Pulsing... pulsing...  So hard, now.  Your clit is pulsing, just like mine.  Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched."  A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak.  "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples."  Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air.  "Pulse... pulse... pulse...  Your nipples need to be touched.  Pulse... Need to be stroked.  Pulse...  Need to be pinched...  Pinch them!"

Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.

"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded.  "Dig your fingernails into your nipples!  Tug on them!"

The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them.  Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched.  Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top.  Squeezing, pulling.  Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good.  Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.

"Look what I have for you, slave."  Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.

The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor.  Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella held completely still.  Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples.  Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.

"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued.  "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms...  Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin...  And spreads...  Covering all my skin..."  Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms.  They began as short, and narrow.  Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders.  Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber. 

"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..."  Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber.  "Down my tummy...  You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy...  Down to my pussy..."  The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view.  "Down my thighs.  Covering my thighs.  Covering my ass.  You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..."  The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath.  The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.

"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded.  She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy.  And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft.  "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch."  She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit.  And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.

MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them.  "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..."  She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs.  "Was a book on sailors' knots."  Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples. 

Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end.  "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..."  She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again.  Then pulled.  "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot."  She tugged, and the laces fell apart.  "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot."  She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled.  The laces held.  "But the square knot stays tight."  She pulled the ends of one cord.  "Until you WANT to separate them."  The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop.  "And then, you can just slide them apart!"  Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.

Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart.  She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.

"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot.  Just pull..."  She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt.  "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..."  Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look.  Daniella did not know what to say... what to do.  She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather.  Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy.  She began to drool.

"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust.  She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces.  One with no knots whatsoever.  "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy.  Watch what I do with the laces, now.  MY laces.  Dominica's laces.  Watch, slave!" 

Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.  Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there.  Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips.  Getting soaked with her juices.  She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers.  Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move.  Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions.  A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt.  Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.

Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways.  Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.

"You see, my slave?" she said.  "Mine.  This is mine.  And YOU are mine."  She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face.  "Now, watch again."  She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again.  "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..."  She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it.  "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..."  She continued to pull.  "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy...  Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you?  Your tongue craves to touch my clit.  Aches for it.  Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..."  She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella.  Just under her nose.  "Smell me," she said.  And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.

Another lace.  And another.  Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto the rubber sheet.  Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in.  She was like a statue -- if statues could pant -- completely frozen in place.  Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.

At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart.  She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs.  She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand.  Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between.  She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder.  Teased by the delay.  Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.

Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle.  Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit.  "Watch the cord, babi," she said.  "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit."  She pulled the cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "So many little bumps," she said.  "Mmmm, they're so good."  She continued pulling.  Bump... bump... bump...  Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit.  Bump... bump... bump...  Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string.  She paused.  Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again.  It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.

She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand.  And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled.  Bump... bump... bump...  A little faster, this time.  "You like that, don't you, slave?"

Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound.  Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?"  Daniella nodded again, panting.  "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..."  Bump... bump... bump...  "And faster..."  Bump, bump, bump.  She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over.  "And faster..."  Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump.  Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over.  Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump.  Down on the chair.  Again. 

"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples.  Not until I cum.  When I tell you."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  "And then put your hands right down on the floor.  Do you understand?"

Daniella nodded.  "Hah... hah... hah... hah..."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrump!  Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string.  Faster and faster, over and over.  "Almost there, babi," she panted.  Brrrrrrump!  Brrrrrrump!  "Almost... Almost... Now!  I'm cumming!  Now, slave, let go!  Oh... oh... aahhhgggg!  Mmmm!"  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrrup!  Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.

And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor.  The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her.  Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side.  With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet.  That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot.  Mmmm, it felt so good.  So relaxing.  She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet.  Drifting... drifting...

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

The slave tried to remember how to do... anything.  She felt so quiet... so empty...

"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.

It was so hard, even to whisper.  The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's my girl," Dominica said.  "CUM!"

Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

The waves ceased immediately.  Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it.  Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected.  Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react.  She whimpered, softly.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again.  "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."

The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump.  She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle.  On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress.  To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again.  But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.

"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee.  Let everything go.  Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again.  Do you understand, slave?"

Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused.  She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it.  She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," Dominica replied.  Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval.  She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord.  Like a dog wagging her tail.  Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which.  "Now get going.  And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."  Daniella crawled down the hallway.  She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside.  She was no longer anticipating what might happen next.  She was simply obeying.  Living in the now.  Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties.  She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.

Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient.  Eager to please her Mistress.  Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.

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                Emma turned at the next corner, only to find her worst nightmares become reality. A man stood there, and had plainly seen her.

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“Stop!” The man roared, stepping closer. His long hair was styled well, matching his equally stylish suit. He walked quite slowly, confident even for upper-class, as he approached the now still Emma. Strangely she had stopped, instantly, and he seemed glued to the spot. As the mad approched, he ran his eyes over her figure, spending a moment taking in her unquestionably attractive body. Her eyes grew wide with fear, and he cheecks began to blush wildly.

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“Whatever happens, you shalt not move, my whore.”

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He extended a hand, and ran his fingers through her hair. She faintly shuddered, but there she remained, rooted to the spot. The man’s hand contined down the body, reaching the hips and then stopping. He grinned, his good looks noticeable in the dying evening light,

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“Open your mouth,” he uttered, staring deeply at her dark red lips. They glistened slightly, and as she opened her mouth, he urged his finger into her mouth. “And now suck, as if it were my cock”

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He stood content, as the virtually motionless girl, of no more than 17 sucked his fingers, working vicously with her tongue, her smooth mouth providing mist lining for his finger.

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“And now stop! It seems what my thoughts told me were only too true. You are indeed cursed, to eternally be the slave of others. I heard you were blessed the gift of complete obedience. That may have all been good and well when your gormless mother needed you to stop crying when you were in nappies, but now you have, shall we say, ‘blossomed’, it has turned into a curse. A girl like you could only wait so long until some sick bastard like myself would waltz in and steal you for my sexual gain. To prove my point, lets try a little game…”  He kept looking at her, noticing how her yes were wide with fear. Ever since she somehow became ‘blessed’, he was compelled to follow any order given to her, no matter how those orders may be. She realised now that perhaops he was right, and eventually some pervert would take control of her. But he would let her go sometime, and then she could go to the law. But she was shaking now, the reality of this pervert raping her, perhaps numerous times, making her white with terror. Her rosy cheeks darkened once more, making her look the ultimate in the way of innocence.

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“Turn around,” the man ordered, and she instantly turned, allowing no time to even think. “And touch your toes,” he continued. Relunctantly she bent down, realising full well that the wet skirt from the earlier rain clung to her arse like an old man to life. The shame was so much, she would have threw up there and then had it not been to her body falling the victim of the orders.  The man reached forward, and grabbing the hem of the dress, he pulled it up, over her now exposed arse. He ran his fingers up the back of her leg, and suddenly slapped the skin with some force. He spanked her thrice more, leaving dark red stains for a few seconds on her milky skin. Now only her white panties were denying him seeing her virgin pussy. Sex would well rip her open, being not only a virgin, but not wet in the slightest due to fear.

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“Now, straighten up again, and follow me.” He proceeded to walk down the alleyway, followed obediently by the completely helpless Emma. He walked into a building, and let the brunette follow behind. She was quite horrified as she continued, although her pace never faltered as her body set itself on following; that was the order given and she was helpless against it. But the building was large, with dark sullen rooms. Down the corridoor they entered the biggest room of all, and found the walla ordained with shelving with some sickly looking instruments. Great phallic objects lined the shelves, and a strange wooden stool lay in the centre of the room, next to what looked like a stone altar. The stranger paced ahead, walked to a shelf, and taking a small dagger turned back towards Emma. Her heart missing a beat due to absolute unfiltered terror, she was mortified as she stood there helpless as he approached.

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I’ll continue, but if anybody thinks it is worth it! (nuttynicnak@hotmail.com)