Chapter 5: Girls' Night Out

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

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

From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress' commands. She was just barely able to mumble, "Rub... ber... slave..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Put it on, slut!" said Dominica.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Again!" MzDominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

"Turn around, slut!" Mistress commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You must obey!" Mistress commanded.

"I must obey Dominica," Daniella mindlessly replied.

"You must obey!" Mistress repeated.

"I must obey Dominica," Daniella automatically responded.

"Good girl!" MzDominica stroked her slave's left cheek. "You..."

Daniella suddenly felt caught, in a moment stretched out...

"Must..."

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

"Obey!"

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

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

"Now, slut. Follow me. Get in the van. We... are going out!"

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