Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 6, Dancing Partners

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- something he greatly desires and greatly fears -- and they are having dinner with a group of her friends. Daniella has been tranced to drink so much water, she could not resist going to the restroom -- the LADIES' room, of course -- and had to beg Mistress for the key to unlock the rubber panties that constantly massage her aching sex.

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!

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