Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out

"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!"

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

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

"Wake up, Daniella," Mistress repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is Daniella?" the tall blonde asked. "She's really coming along!"

"It's her first time out," MzDominica replied. "So be nice!"

"Aww, I'm always nice," she replied, then turned to the other two. "Aren't I, girls?"

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

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

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

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

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

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