Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out

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

"Good girl," Mistress whispered. Just as their waitress arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you?"

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

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

"And the side?" she asked.

"The fruit salad," Mistress replied, looking directly at Daniella.

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

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

"Does my little slave need to pee?" Dominica teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And found the lock on her rubber panties!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Mistress! I beg you!"

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

The slave's eyes popped open, not quite focused. "Thank you, Mistress!"

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

"Yes, Mistress!"

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

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

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

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

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