Mountains of Rubber Chapter 8 Knotty
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Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Saturday night, out for dinner and dancing, one of male slave, and tried to steal him away for the evening. Dominica turned the tables on her, and demanded the laces from her leather outfit as tribute.
Chapter 8, Knotty:
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The feel of the cords brushing against her face brought Daniella upward from trance, just a little bit. With her right hand still holding the laces in front of Daniella's face, Mistress reached over to the table with her left hand. The slave could only tell, from her kneeling position, that MzDominica was picking up something -- but she couldn't tell what. The looped cords continued to fascinate her, as memories from last night surfaced. Images of Annie dancing, sinuously. Remembering her desire to untie those laces, and run her fingers over the smooth, shiny skin revealed by the gaps in the leather. Her aching clit began to throb... throb... throb... as if it were dancing, too.
"Here we are!" Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide. Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy. Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant. Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand.
"That's right... focus on my pussy. So beautiful, and smooth. So wet. So very, very wet. Because I am such a horny girl! Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me. The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet." She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened. "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip. Doesn't it, slave?" Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to. She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid. "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have. Look at my clit. How it peeks out from under the hood. Pulsing... pulsing... So hard, now. Your clit is pulsing, just like mine. Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched." A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak. "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples." Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air. "Pulse... pulse... pulse... Your nipples need to be touched. Pulse... Need to be stroked. Pulse... Need to be pinched... Pinch them!"
Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.
"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded. "Dig your fingernails into your nipples! Tug on them!"
The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them. Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched. Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top. Squeezing, pulling. Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good. Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.
"Look what I have for you, slave." Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.
The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor. Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.
"Stop!" Mistress commanded.
Daniella held completely still. Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples. Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.
"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued. "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms... Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin... And spreads... Covering all my skin..." Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms. They began as short, and narrow. Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders. Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber.
"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..." Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber. "Down my tummy... You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy... Down to my pussy..." The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view. "Down my thighs. Covering my thighs. Covering my ass. You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..." The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath. The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.
"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded. She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy. And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft. "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch." She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit. And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.
MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them. "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..." She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs. "Was a book on sailors' knots." Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples.
Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end. "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..." She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again. Then pulled. "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot." She tugged, and the laces fell apart. "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot." She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled. The laces held. "But the square knot stays tight." She pulled the ends of one cord. "Until you WANT to separate them." The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop. "And then, you can just slide them apart!" Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.
Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart. She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.
"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot. Just pull..." She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt. "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..." Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look. Daniella did not know what to say... what to do. She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather. Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy. She began to drool.
"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust. She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces. One with no knots whatsoever. "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy. Watch what I do with the laces, now. MY laces. Dominica's laces. Watch, slave!"
Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there. Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips. Getting soaked with her juices. She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers. Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move. Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions. A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt. Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.
Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways. Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.
"You see, my slave?" she said. "Mine. This is mine. And YOU are mine." She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face. "Now, watch again." She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again. "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..." She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it. "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..." She continued to pull. "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy... Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you? Your tongue craves to touch my clit. Aches for it. Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..." She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella. Just under her nose. "Smell me," she said. And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.
Another lace. And another. Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto
the rubber sheet. Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her
nipples, nails digging in. She was like a statue -- if statues could pant --
completely frozen in place. Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.
At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart. She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs. She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand. Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between. She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder. Teased by the delay. Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.
Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle. Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit. "Watch the cord, babi," she said. "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit." She pulled the cord. Bump... bump... bump... "So many little bumps," she said. "Mmmm, they're so good." She continued pulling. Bump... bump... bump... Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit. Bump... bump... bump... Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string. She paused. Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again. It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.
She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand. And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled. Bump... bump... bump... A little faster, this time. "You like that, don't you, slave?"
Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound. Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord. Bump... bump... bump... "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?" Daniella nodded again, panting. "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..." Bump... bump... bump... "And faster..." Bump, bump, bump. She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over. "And faster..." Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump. Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over. Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump. Down on the chair. Again.
"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples. Not until I cum. When I tell you." Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump. "And then put your hands right down on the floor. Do you understand?"
Daniella nodded. "Hah... hah... hah... hah..." Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump. Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump! Barrrrump! Barrrrump! Barrrump! Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string. Faster and faster, over and over. "Almost there, babi," she panted. Brrrrrrump! Brrrrrrump! "Almost... Almost... Now! I'm cumming! Now, slave, let go! Oh... oh... aahhhgggg! Mmmm!" Brrrrrup! Brrrrrup! Brrrrrrup! Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.
And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor. The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her. Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side. With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...
Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet. That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot. Mmmm, it felt so good. So relaxing. She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet. Drifting... drifting...
"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.
The slave tried to remember how to do... anything. She felt so quiet... so empty...
"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.
It was so hard, even to whisper. The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."
"That's my girl," Dominica said. "CUM!"
Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...
"STOP!" Mistress commanded.
The waves ceased immediately. Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it. Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected. Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react. She whimpered, softly.
"good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again. "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."
The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump. She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle. On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress. To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again. But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.
"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee. Let everything go. Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again. Do you understand, slave?"
Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused. She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it. She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl," Dominica replied. Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval. She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord. Like a dog wagging her tail. Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which. "Now get going. And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."
"Yes, Mistress." Daniella crawled down the hallway. She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside. She was no longer anticipating what might happen next. She was simply obeying. Living in the now. Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties. She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.
Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient. Eager to please her Mistress. Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.
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