Chapter 6: Dancing Partners

As she returned from the restroom, Daniella saw MzDominica talking with Janie the waitress, who nodded, turned and left. Daniella arrived at the table and sat down -- making sure to keep her legs spread, just as Mistress required.

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.