Mountains Of Rubber, Chapter 7, Skid Marks free porn video

Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with Mz. Dominica. Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- and after dinner and dancing with some of Dominica's friends, the slave feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't cum, soon! Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 7, Skid Marks By jessicablank Chapter 7, Skid Marks: Cum... cum... cum... Daniella desperately needed to cum. The throbbing in her clit, the butt plug pumping, pumping, pumping into her ass -- left her with no resistance, no defenses against the needs of her body, the programmed needs of her mind. Mz. Dominica drove the van down the highway, lit only by the occasional streetlight. Daniella couldn't make sense of the passing scenery. The bright streetlights left trails in her eyes, spelling "Dommmmmiiiiinnnnniiiiicaaaaaa" in her hazy vision. Daniella's hips continued to rock, rock, rock. Pumping in the seat. She had become unaware of it, but Mz. Dominica was continually talking to her. Making suggestions. Programming her. "You're falling deeper and deeper and deeper. My... rubber... slave..." Daniella's eyes had stopped tracking the scenery. She was looking straight ahead. "Down... down... down... You need to cum." Daniella's hips rocked. "You crave to cum." She pumped. "Your mind is becoming emptier and emptier. More and more quiet. Quiet and empty. Quiet... and empty..." The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name. "You must obey." And, just under her breath, Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica." Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke. Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now. Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side. The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug in and out of the slave's ass. Pump... pump... pump... Her voice began to moan, softly. Constantly. It seemed to Dominica like she never inhaled -- just continued to moan, helplessly, without end. The van pulled up into a parking lot. The only vehicle there. The storefront had big block letters. Daniella, too deeply tranced to look directly at them, saw them. In her peripheral vision. They spelled, "Dominica." Of course. What else could they have spelled? Mz. Dominica set the brake, shifted to "park," turned off the ignition. Daniella remained in her seat, staring forward, not quite seeing. Her hips continued to rock. Pumping... pumping... pumping... Her clit was so hard. Her ass was so full. Her mind was completely quiet. Not a thought in her head. Just the pumping... pumping... Dominica had turned in her seat, and was watching her slave. Watching as she stared mindlessly forward. Mouth open, panting. Hips pumping. She crooked her index finger and trailed it down Daniella's left cheek, while she smiled, enjoying her complete control of her slave. Daniella could not think. She had no will, to get out of the car and approach the store front. She had no will, even to turn to her Mistress, and ask what she should do next. Her mind was frozen. Empty. Helpless. She sat, her hips pumping. The tight rubber panties felt so good. The thick rubber butt plug felt so good. Her nipples ached, under the rubber halter. Hurt so much. Felt so good. "Get out, Daniella," Mistress said. It took a moment. For Daniella to realize she'd been spoken to. To realize it was her Mistress. Her owner. To realize she could NOT disobey. Even a few more moments to stop staring, straight ahead, and begin to move. "Get out..." That involved unhooking the seat belt. Shifting her weight on the car seat. Opening the... door... Every second was a moment of discovery. A struggle to remember even the most ordinary actions. How to twist on the seat. How to shift her weight forward, drop legs, set her feet on the gravel surface. Soon, Daniella was standing in the parking lot. A little unsteady... trying to remember how to balance on the spiked heels of her little ankle boots. The brightly lit sign on the storefront grabbed her attention. "Dominica!" She was too deeply entranced to even realize, that it might say something else. There was a picture, nearby, of a cartoon figure that looked like it was made of marshmallows. Her attention was drawn back to the sign. Suddenly, Daniella found her hand being pulled toward the building. Dominica was dragging her toward the front door. She held a keychain her other hand, and was soon using a key to unlock the big, double doors at the front of the store. When they opened the door, and Dominica dragged her inside, Daniella was assaulted by the intense odor. Acrid. Smoky. Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath -- still so deeply tranced, she had no idea what it was she smelled. Only that it was rubber. Lots and lots of rubber. "Yes, my little rubber slave," Mz. Dominica teased, stroking Daniella's right arm. "It's a tire store!" Daniella moaned. The warm feeling in her crotch, and the trickle down both legs, all the way to her ankles and to her feet, marked the helpless release of all the pee in her bladder. Mz. Dominica seemed to have anticipated this reaction -- or, perhaps, she had programmed it. She handed Daniella a towel, and said -- gently -- "Clean that up." The slave opened her eyes, crouched to the floor, mopped up the puddle. And as she stood up again, trailed the towel up the insides of her wet thighs. Daniella stared, all around her, at the stacks of dark, rubbery tires. She breathed so slowly, and deeply -- not even realizing she was doing so. Dominica looked at her slave, and was surprised, but immensely pleased, to see tears rolling down her slave's face. Clearly, Daniella was completely overwhelmed. Not sure Daniella would even understand what she said, Dominica explained. "A friend of mine owns this tire store. He was very nice to give me free access tonight, to do anything I want." She leaned toward Daniella, and whispered fiercely in her ear, "ANYTHING!!!" Daniella's legs failed her. She dropped, in slow motion, to the floor, cross-legged, staring at all the stacks of tires. Breathing so deeply. She'd forgotten it was even happening, but her clitty-cock was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing so intensely. The scent of rubber had completely emptied her mind. Dominica leaned down toward her little pet. "Now, rubber... slave...," she said, pointing, "I want you to wrap yourself around that stack over there. Hug it. Fuck it. Push your aching, little clit against the tires." "Oh, God, Mistress!" Daniella seemed to finally have found her voice. "Please let me cum!" "Not yet, babi," Dominica replied. "Now, go and fuck the tires." Daniella moaned. But she stood up. She stumbled, like a sleepwalker, toward a big stack of truck tires, and wrapped her arms around them as far as they would go. Breathing deeply. Letting the heavy, acrid scent fill her empty brain. She pumped her crotch against a tire. Once. Twice. She moaned, crying again. A third time. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt so bad. Pump. A tiny squeal. Pump. Moan. Pump. She was sobbing. Pump. She was crying. Pump. The sobs of need tore out of her, scraping her throat ragged. Pump. Her eyes squinted, and her face was a squashed parody of human expression, her mouth a big, open bow of need and pain. Pump. She moaned and cried, and rubbed her face against the treads, wiping her tears on the tires. Rubbing her padded rubber- covered breasts against the tires. Crying and moaning, she slowly collapsed at the base of the stack, aching to cum. Aching for any tiny, little release. Any relief. She found her face rubbing, rubbing, against the tops of Mz. Dominica's boots. "Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl." Daniella rubber her tears into Mistress' boots, and kissed her toes, her ankles, her calves. "Cum!" Mistress commanded. "Cum, slave, cum!" It almost didn't happen, at first. It took a moment... Just a timeless moment for the command to sink in. It seemed to enter the top of Daniella's head, at her ears... and swept down through her neck, down her torso, into her hips. It passed her hips, and went all the way to her toes. Then the orgasm began to sweep upward from her toes. In waves. Up her legs. To her crotch. Up her belly to her breasts. Up again to her head. Daniella came. And came. And came. Lips pressed against Dominica's boots. The smell of rubber everywhere in her senses. Cumming and cumming and cumming. She wiggled. She cried. The moan that was torn from her throat sounded like she'd been impaled -- and, in a way, she HAD been. By the thick butt plug. By Mistress' command. By the rubber. Her hips pumped, and pumped. Her ass sucked on the butt plug. Hot cum filled her rubber panties. She cried, and grabbed at the linoleum- covered floor, and rubbed her breasts against the floor. She pumped her ass against the floor, and rubbed her face against Mistress' boots. And came... and came... and came... Crying, begging mindlessly with her sobs, thanking Mistress wordlessly with her moans, her caresses, her wiggling, her tears. She had no idea of how long she had been cumming, cumming, cumming -- helplessly, gratefully. But, gradually, the spasms subsided. Daniella lay at Dominica's feet, curled up into a tiny, little ball. Lips pressed to the toe of Dominica's right boot. So deep, not a thought entered her empty, little mind. Dominica leaned forward, and caressed the back of her slave's neck, between the strands of blonde hair. "Now, you're ready," she whispered. *** Daniella did not remember having moved. And her mind was far too blank to realize that she was lying, face down, on a loose pile of tires. Her arms were around a big, soft tire, and her face was down in the center. Surrounded by rubber. Drowned in the scent. A big tire all around her head, and tires below her -- the thick, pungent smell filling her nostrils, filling her mind. And emptying it, at the same time. "Deeper... Deeper... rubber slave... Deeper..." Mz. Dominica's voice repeated, sending Daniella's mind into a state far beneath unconsciousness. "Whenever you smell this, you must remember, rubber slave obeys only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica..." Mz. Dominica's slow, methodical brainwashing of the helpless slave continued. It might have been minutes. It might have been hours. Daniella had no way to know. No way to resist. "Resist... resist... Try to resist... Try hard, now. Harder..." Mistress' voice ordered her to resist -- which meant that if she did, she would be obeying. But if she did not, she would be obeying... "Try to lift yourself off the tires. Go ahead. Try to resist me..." Daniella pushed... or tried to. But the rubber felt so good against her body. Smelled so good. All the resistance... all the fight... was gone from her. Her body went limp. She was helpless... lost... obedient... After a time, the slave felt herself being lifted up, completely unable to understand what that meant. She heard, "Open your mouth, slave," and her jaw dropped slackly. Immediately. Automatically. The thick, rubber dildo slid into her mouth, and she began mindlessly to suck... suck... suck... The noise and jiggling of the van made no impression on her deeply entranced mind. Nor did she notice herself being half-carried, as she was walked back into Dominica's cabin, and set down, prone -- plugged ass so high -- onto her rubber-covered pallet. She continued to suck the dildo, as Mistress' conditioning slowly worked its way through her deeply sleeping mind. Programming her. Changing her... All through the night. *** Daniella slept on her rubber-covered pallet, sucking on the thick rubber dildo. Every dream seemed to restructure her body more extremely, reprogram her mind more deeply. Her sense of reality seemed to have completely shut down. Her tongue became long, and snake-like. Even kneeling, with her head bowed to the floor, her tongue reached out, responding to Mz. Dominica's command, and licked her boots, twining itself around her toes, her ankles. It wound up her right leg, around her knee, and up her thigh, sliding into her wet pussy. A loop of her tongue pressed deep into Dominica's pussy, massaging her G-spot, while the tip of her tongue crept back out, and wrapped itself around Dominica's clit. Circling her clit, rubbing it, massaging it. Tightening, and loosening, and tugging at her clit. Daniella's snaky tongue stretched further... downward between Dominica's ass cheeks, and squirmed itself into her anus. Throbbing, sucking, curling, wiggling. All the while, Daniella could feel her breasts growing -- especially her nipples. They felt so big, and long, and puffy. Each huge, throbbing nipple had found its way under the toe of one of Mz. Dominica's boots. Daniella's tongue tugged at Mistress' clit, and Dominica responded by stepping harder on Daniella's nipples, squeezing them so deliciously! All the little "fuck me" filigree in Daniella's stockings had started moving. Massaging her legs, creeping up her thighs. The words gathered together, growing in size and thickness, collecting as a huge, black dildo that seemed to climb up Daniella's leg like a giant worm, a caterpillar. Daniella's hips thrust backward just as the dildo shoved itself into her ass. Pumping, and pumping, the dildo seemed to be cumming. It was ejaculating the words "fuck me" into Daniella's ass. The words wiggled their way upward through her colon, through her abdomen, up her neck, and into her brain -- pushing everything else aside. All other words spilled out of Daniella's ears, as "fuck me" filled her head, becoming her only thought. Then Mistress spoke, and the word "obey" tumbled from her lips, like rain falling onto Daniella's head. It soaked through her hair, through her scalp, into her brain -- and even pushed "fuck me" out through Daniella's ears onto the floor. Obey... obey... obey... All the other words on the floor changed, turning into Dominica... Dominica... Dominica... They collected into a swarm, like bees, and swirled up Daniella's thighs to her clitty-cock, wrapping themselves around it. Swarming and buzzing, and tickling her cock, the flying word made her desperate to cum again. But as soon as she got close, all the words broke into separate letters, suspended mid-air around her cock, like a little black cloud, no longer stroking her aching sex. As soon as the closeness to orgasm was lost, the letters formed Dominica's name again, and began sliding themselves against her cock -- like teasing fingers, all up and down her sex. It felt so good! Closer... and closer... and closer to cumming. Then the words would all break up again into letters again. Over and over and over. Daniella's hips were pumping. Thrusting back against the "fuck me" dildo, humping down into the cloud of letters. "Obey" in Mistress' Voice looped relentlessly through her head, as she continued to lick every part of Dominica's sex she could reach. Her tongue stretched even further, wrapping around both of Mistress' breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples. In Daniella's mind, she could see the words begin to collect together, squeezing her cock smaller and smaller. Making it tiny. She heard Dominica's voice, talking to her about her clit. About her pussy. Mistress' voice seemed to echo from everywhere. With every echo, the letters pulsed. The words "Dominica" collected together into another firm rubber dildo, like the "fuck me" dildo, and began to push against the base of her cock. Pushing inwards as her cock became a tinier and tinier nub. Pushing her balls inside, where they changed into ovaries. Pushing her scrotum inward, as it became labia, the center opening up and becoming her vagina -- so very filled with Dominica. Fucking deep into her. In... and out... and in... and out... The new dildo began to ejaculate into her pussy, spewing the name "Dominica" deep into her cunt, over and over again. Mistress' name traveled up through her womb, past it and upward through her abdomen... Up... up... up... It stretched out her tits even further, making them full, huge, squashy -- like big balloons. It pushed its way up her neck, changing her voice, making it higher, more musical, lilting. Finally, Mistress' name entered her head to join the only other word that remained there -- Obey! The words filled her mind... Obey... Dominica... Obey... Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Daniella sucked and sucked on the rubber dildo, "Obey Dominica" echoing relentlessly in her head. Was it a dildo she was sucking? It seemed to be Mistress' toes. She couldn't tell any more. It didn't matter. Sucking was everything. Pleasing Mistress was everything. The little rubber slave was nothing, and she nuzzled her face against Mz. Dominica's feet, while her hips continued to pump... pump... pump... "Fuck me" was getting lost. What happened to "me" was becoming unimportant, so long as she pleased Mistress. She rose up, still on her knees, her long snaky tongue deep in Dominica's sex, so she could stare upward into her Mistress' green eyes. The emerald eyes seemed to spin, and swirl, and turn into whirlpools, drawing her down into even deeper levels of slavery... and mindlessness. Daniella had long since forgotten her hands. A sex slave didn't need hands, so long as she had her tongue. Her mouth. In her dreams, Daniella became more and more desperate to make Dominica cum. To make her Mistress cum. To please Mistress. All thoughts of herself were forgotten. "Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica..." Lick... lick... lick... suck... swallow... lick... obey... lick... Suddenly, like a huge explosion in reverse, Daniella felt herself falling, and her dreams vanished. Her eyes popped open. She glanced around, completely disoriented, no idea where she was. Her mind was still so blank, still caught in the echoes of Mistress' trance, her control, her dreams. Daniella automatically sucked on the thick, black, rubber dildo -- and the soft firmness of the rubber felt so good, it almost sent her back into a hypnotic sleep. But something in the back of her mind talked to her. Talked to her with Mistress' voice. "Time to wake up, now, slave." She leaned forward and pressed her huge tits against the rubber sheet on the pallet, enjoying the way her cunt and ass echoed and reflected the pleasure in her breasts. Still glancing around, trying to re-connect to the real world, Daniella's eyes fell upon two things directly in front of her. She didn't recognize the round, lumpy circle right away. She pumped her hips back into the dream dildos again, reacting to the circle before she knew what it was. A little tire -- like from a toy truck. She almost laughed, remembering the tire store from last night. Then she realized she didn't remember MUCH about being in the tire store. That brought a combination of confusion, a little panic, and a growing desire, as she realized how deeply controlled she had become. Her lips curled up into a smile -- quite a task, as they were still firmly wrapped around the thick rubber dildo. The second item was a note. A simple piece of paper with writing on it, folded so it could stand, like a little tent, angled so the slave would see the words when she woke up. Daniella was almost afraid to try to read it, certain that -- like everything else -- it would simply appear to say "Dominica... Dominica..." over and over again. "Read it, slave," she heard Mistress' voice command. Opening eyes that she hadn't realized had closed again, Daniella read the note. "Take a shower, slut. Then crawl to Me. I want you completely naked. Except, of course, for your butt plug. I have a special treat for you this morning! -- xox, MzD" Daniella was at once relieved that she could actually read the note. Shower... yes, she probably was in great need of one, after last night. Something about her rubber panties felt... gummy... Kind of nice, actually... in a way... But she didn't want to think about it too much. The slave stood up and stretched. Oh... She must have been crouched in a tight, little ball all night! She looked down at her legs. The "fuck me" hose no longer showed even a single filigree letter. All that was left was tattered little threads and runs. The rubber clothes and boots seemed to have survived unharmed, though. Her mind drifted again, imaging the thick dildos in her ass and cunt. Even standing and stretching, her hips began to buck. "Shower... NOW," Mistress' voice demanded. Daniella quickly trotted out the door, down the hallway, into the bathroom. She was almost afraid to look in the mirror -- but she just had to. Oh... my... Goddess! She was a real mess! The wig was gone -- probably fell off in the tire store. She hoped Mz. Dominica had retrieved it! Her eye makeup was nothing but dark blotches and streaks, and the lipstick was a blur smeared around her lips and up one cheek. She looked like a raccoon that had tried to dress up as a whore. A twinge of excitement made her clit throb. What a slut she had been, for her Mistress! She smiled into the mirror, enjoying the feeling of having been so deliciously used -- like an article of clothing that had been worn, soiled, and tossed in the laundry by Dominica -- to be used again later, after it had been cleaned. Daniella's hips began to wiggle, anticipating the next time. Then she noticed the little black marks all over her body. Bruises? Her arms, legs, even parts of her face were covered with them! She rubbed at one on her forearm, and it didn't hurt... didn't feel sore. In fact, some of it rubbed off with her thumb. She looked at another one, near her elbow. The squiggly lines of light flesh between the black blotches gave her the missing clue. Tire treads! Oh, Goddess! She was covered with skid marks, from all the tires last night. Daniella couldn't help herself -- she pulled one arm with the other, and brought her blackened elbow close to her nose and inhaled, testing for the scent of rubber. Of course, it was there! Her mind drifted, and her nipples began to tingle, as she thought of Mistress' control over her mind... "Shower!" commanded Dominica's voice in her head. Daniella found herself almost hopping, turning the handles on in the shower to warm up the water. Unzipping the boots. Pulling at the rubber halter and mini-skirt. Peeling off the remains of the pantyhose. She looked down at the rubber panties. The lock was gone -- oh, thank Goddess! But she left the panties on, for the moment. She tested the temperature of the water, found it warm enough, and stepped into the shower. Immediately, Daniella's bladder gave up all control. She peed helplessly inside the rubber panties, while the warm water splashed down her face and neck, and she squeezed her nipples and breasts. Her hands descended down her torso to the top edge of the panties, and she pulled them open, letting the warm water rush inside. She felt like some kind of perverted kangaroo, her pocket stretched open, a waterfall pouring into it, cleaning everything away. Her breath came in little, panting gasps, as she slowly pulled and twisted the rubber panties, down... down... down her legs. Sliding them down over her knees. Down her calves. Over her feet. Panties on the shower floor, she just stood mindlessly in the shower, warm water running over her, rubbing her tits. Her ass sucked on the butt plug again, reminding her that it was there, and her fingers trailed down to her pussy, her middle finger pressing into the cleft between her labia, her palm firmly against her clit. Rubbing... pumping... Mmmmm, so good! "Soap! Shampoo! Now! You must obey!" Dominica's orders came from somewhere inside Daniella's head. She jumped a little, and emitted a tiny squeak, responding to the sudden commands. "I must obey Dominica," she automatically replied. Of course, she needed to present herself to Mistress, immediately! She grabbed the soap, and ran it all over her breasts, down her tummy, between her legs -- jumping again, every once in a while, as she realized she had languished too long. After toweling off, Daniella crawled into the dining room, and was greeted with a view of Mz. Dominica seated near the table, talking on her cell phone. She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face. Mistress caught sight of her slave on the floor. She snapped her fingers and pointed down, indicating her boots. The slave hurriedly skittered across the floor to bring her lips to Dominica's toes. "And then they WHAT?" Mistress almost screamed. "Oh, God. Those two can be so cruel!" She laughed again. "And you loved it, didn't you?... Yes, I know you did, you little slut!... Yeah, well, I always knew you were a size queen! Yeah... Oh, yeah!... And I bet that's not the biggest one you can take, either!... Uh-huh!... Oh, God, what an image! You, tied up like that, all night, and..." Dominica looked down at her naked slave, who was already falling deeper and deeper into trance, kissing Mistress' boots over and over. "Hey, you know what? I want those as a trophy from last night... Yes, I do... In fact, I want you to bring them over right now. I have an idea of something I'd like to do with them..." She trailed her fingers through Daniella's hair. She looked up again. "No, NOW, you little slut!..." Mistress turned away from Daniella for a moment, and quietly spoke a single word into the phone. "Now bring them over... Oh, you didn't realize I'd implanted that trigger, huh?" Dominica's chuckle sounded wicked. "Yeah, well you should know better than to fuck with me... Right away." She pressed a button, and set the phone down on the table. Mistress reached a hand down to her slave's freshly-shampooed hair, still damp from the shower. "You know who that was, babi?" Daniella, now deep in trance, didn't understand the question. All that seemed to matter was kissing Mistress' boots. "That was Annie, from last night, making her report. It seems she had quite a time at the hands... and other things... of her two girlfriends." Dominica curled a finger under Daniella's chin, and pulled the slave's face upward. Daniella's mind had completely emptied, and she looked up into her Mistress' eyes with complete adoration, too blank even to be awaiting an instruction -- simply happy and content to be there, with Dominica. Mz. Dominica reached over to a bowl on the table, and pulled an orange section from it. She lifted Her skirt, and shifted her hips forward, exposing her smooth pussy. Then She waved the orange section back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, moving it closer and closer to her cunt, watching the slave track her every move. A gentle push, and one end of the orange section plopped into Dominica's pussy, between her pink, puffy labia. She spoke one single word: "Fruit." Daniella leaned forward, and sucked the orange slice out of Dominica's pussy, tasting Mistress' juices, almost like vanilla. She stared blankly at Dominica's moist cunt, while she chewed and swallowed, barely registering the fact that Mistress had reached for another piece of fruit -- an apple slice this time. She placed it, one end in her cunt, curled up near her aroused clit. "Eat," she commanded. Daniella leaned forward again, taking the apple slice in her mouth, her upper lip grazing Mistress' clit. Dominica's hips pumped forward, just a little, as she reached for a grape... There was a knock at the front door. Dominica set the grape back down in the bowl, fully certain she knew who was out front. She stood up, stepping around her kneeling slave, who seemed only aware that Mistress had moved away. Daniella remained, blankly staring at the chair where Dominica had been. Another knock, and Dominica opened the door, to find Annie hastily dropping to her knees on the front porch. She was dressed a lot more simply, this morning -- t-shirt, jeans, running shoes. Of course, the jeans were amazingly tight -- calculated to produce a devastating effect on any appreciative male... or female. She held her hands up and forward in supplication, the strands of several black cords draped across them, drooping toward the floor. "Please, Mistress, take these from me as Your trophy. They are Yours, as am I," she begged, then bowed her head. "Laying it on a little thick, aren't you, slut?" Mistress laughed. Annie bowed her head even further, and replied, "Not as thick as you might think, Mistress." Then she looked up and winked, "But if you've got a few flower beds that need some fertilizing..." Dominica took the cords, laughing. "You ARE incorrigible!" She gathered the strands up. "So, have you learned your lesson? No trying to steal my slaves -- even for a night?" "Yes, Mistress," Annie bowed again. "I have just one question..." "You're unbelievable," Dominica replied. "Okay, I'll bite -- what's your question?" Annie looked up, winked a second time. "When can we do it again?" Dominica couldn't help laughing again. "Get out of here, you little slut!" And as Annie leaped up and began walking down the path to the gate, a little awkwardly due to some soreness she was TRYING to hide, Dominica shouted, "I'll call you next week!" Annie turned, waved goodbye, and hobbled out the gate. Mistress closed the door, then walked slowly back to her slave, who was still where she had been left, staring blankly at nothing. "Wake up, Daniella," she said. "Danielllllaaaa!" She dangled the cords in front of the slave's face. "Wake up. Do you know what these are?" Daniella's mind seemed to return from far, far away. She looked at the black cords wiggling in front of her, but could make no sense of the image. Dominica began stretching the cords out, separating them. There were six of them -- some longer, some shorter -- all several feet long. "You remember these. This one," she said, holding up an especially long cord, "I bet this ran from her ankle, criss-crossing up all the way up her leg, and tied at her waist... Holding Annie's leather pants together!" Daniella began to pant. "You remember," Dominica teased, wiggling the cords again. "Red leather... black laces..." Daniella's clit, already so hard, suddenly leaped to full attention. "Mmmm, you DO remember," Mistress said. "I thought so! I like your response -- but we're going to have to change your associations!" She pitched her voice a little louder for a moment. "It would be good if I had a small rubber sheet on my chair, here!" Then she turned her attention back to Daniella. "Yes, Annie's girlfriends kept her tied up all night -- with the laces from her own red leather outfit!" She sat down -- and of course when she did, there was a sheet of black latex, covering the chair. Mz. Dominica folded the laces in half, and caressed Daniella's face gently with the loops. "Well, now these black laces are MINE... And we are going to have such fun!" *** Sunday morning, and our little she-male is learning the meaning of the word "worship!" What plans DOES Mistress have for those long, black laces?