Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of
servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin.  She is preparing
him to go out with her for the evening, dressed "en femme" --
something he greatly fears and greatly desires, both at the same
time.  So far, she has him in heavy makeup, a wig, and black
panty hose with a textured weave that says "fuck me" over and
over again, in fancy letters.  The rubber panties still encase
his sex, completely subject to her remote control.

Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out

MzDominica's fingers snapping under her nose brought Daniella
back to the present.

"Danielllllaaaa!  Focus on me, Daniella.  Wake up!  Not ALL the
way," Dominica chuckled, "just enough to finish getting dressed,
my little slave.  My little slut.  My rubber slave!  Say it!"

From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress' commands.
 She was just barely able to mumble, "Rub... ber... slave..."

"Good girl," Dominica replied.  The words of approval sent
shivers all through Daniella's body.  "Now, stand up again...
rubber... slave!  Stand up, and look in the suitcase again."

Daniella stood slowly, unable to stop trailing her hands over and
over her thighs, feeling the texture of the "fuck me" hose.  Her
eyes opened, while she stood a moment, regaining her balance,
still panting slightly.  The wig made her head feel heavy -- or
was that the feeling of trance?  She forgot the question almost
as soon as it occurred to her, and walked from her pallet toward
the suitcase.  MzDominica's presence on the bed felt like heat to
her, like gravity, like a spiral beckoning her eyes to stare and
drop deeper into trance.  Only the command to look in the
suitcase kept her moving.  Dominica admired how her slave's hips
swayed gently as she walked, already such an automatic part of
her deepening feminization.

The lid of the suitcase was still open, and now Daniella could
see what had been inside that had looked so smooth and shiny. 
More rubber.  Mmmmm.  Of course, more rubber.  But what was it?

"Reach in, and take them out... rubber slave!"  Dominica
commanded.  "These are your clothes for this evening."

Daniella reached down and picked up the first item.  It was a
sort of halter, made all of black rubber, with a zipper up the
front.  It seemed to have breasts with perky little nipples,
built into its shape.

"Put it on, slut!" said Dominica.

The slave undid the zipper, opened the halter.  She slid her left
arm in, letting the rest of it drop downwards.  Then she shifted
her weight, swinging the halter behind her back, catching it with
her right hand.  A little finger searching, and she was able to
slip her right arm into the other hole.  She shrugged the squishy
rubber over her shoulders.  It felt so soft and warm on her back!


Then Daniella realized this was going to be a very tight fit,
indeed!  She pulled, and tugged at the black, stretchy material
-- feeling fuzzier and more aroused with every moment.  Finally,
she got the zipper started, and continuing to pull and stretch,
managed to pull it upward.  It was obvious that not only were the
built-in boobs there for looks, but the inside of the halter
pushed her own breasts in and upward, making nice, little bulges
just above the wide, circular neckline.  She started running her
fingers over the puffy rubber nipples, wishing she could feel her
fingertips -- and discovered she could!

"Very good, rubber slave," Mistress smiled.  "Now, the next item.
 Take it out, and put it on.  Sloooowwwwly.  I want to watch you
wiggle!"

Inside the suitcase was a black rubber miniskirt, with a zipper
that went halfway down the back.  Dominica enjoyed the little
squeak that escaped her slave's lips when she picked it up. 
There wasn't much of it -- Daniella realized it wasn't going to
cover more than her ass and the very tops of her thighs.  Her
pussy started throbbing again, and the butt plug, tight inside
the rubber panties, seemed to be fucking in and out of her again,
in tiny, delightful strokes.

Daniella undid the zipper, held the skirt in her right hand,
letting the left side droop.  Then she bent forward, and stepped
with her left leg into the skirt.  She pulled it up her leg a
little bit, then -- balancing carefully -- stepped in with her
right leg.  Then she pulled it a little higher on the right.  The
feel of the "fuck me" hose on her thigh, rubbing against her
right hand, beckoned her down into a deep erotic trance.  She
could hear her own heart beat -- tha-thud... tha-thud...
tha-thud... -- and her eyes started closing, replacing her view
of the world with a warm, dark red pulsing.  Her mouth dropped
open, and her eyes opened in little slits -- just enough that she
could see -- and she reached down, and caught the lower side of
the skirt with her left hand.  The slave straightened a little,
pulling the skirt up over her knees, feeling the soft rubber
between her thumb and forefinger, the texture of the "fuck me"
hose against her palms.  Her hips began to sway back and forth,
like she was imitating a snake, as she tugged and pulled the
tight, rubber miniskirt up her legs, first one side, then the
other.  When the waistband was finally in place, over her hips,
she gave a little grunt, and thrust her hips forward, totally
unaware of what she was doing.

Her left hand on her tummy, Daniella reached back to the zipper,
and started to pull it upward.  Of course, it was too tight to
just be zipped up.  Her eyes almost opened, then shut tighter, as
she reached back with her left hand, pulling the rubber together
with both hands, working the zipper up, inch by inch.  When it
reached the top, she stood there, with both hands behind her,
gently swaying.  Not sure what to do next.  Eyes half open in
little slits.  Mouth slack, in a soft "O."  Her ass sucking,
sucking, sucking on the butt plug.

"Danielllllaaaaaa!" Mistress called, gently.  The slave shivered.
 Dominica could see her eyes rolling upward, under the
half-closed lids.  "Two more things in the suitcase, little slut.
 First, reach in, and pull out your little ankle boots!"

So hard to open her eyes!  Daniella's eyelids felt like they had
been weighted down with the long eyelashes, glued together with
the heavy makeup.  She struggled to open them, with just enough
success to see the suitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on
their sides, little of sparkles of light all up and down their
surfaces.  She seemed to float across the short distance to the
suitcase, and picked up the boots.  The scent of new leather made
her want to close her eyes and drift some more, but the feel of
cold metal confused her.  Daniella's eyes popped open, and her
first good look at the boots made her gasp, then hold her breath.
 All up and down the boots were little D-rings, in rows.  She
began to trail her fingers along the rows, hearing tiny tinkling
sounds as her hand brushed the rings.

The sudden sensation of MzDominica's fingers, trailing along the
outside of her thigh, felt at first like a jolt of electricity. 
Then the warmth spread, up and down her thigh, inside the black,
textured hose, and around into her pussy.  Her legs separated
ever so slightly, pushing her sex forward, as the butt plug
imbedded it self firmly in her ass.

"Go deeper, Daniella," Mistress cooed.  "Deeper, as you feel the
rings."  Daniella's hand continued to trail back and forth over
the cool metal.  "I want you to think of these rings, ALLLLL
evening!  Imagine yourself tied to the rings.  Shackled to the
rings.  Chained, with your legs wide.  Your pussy open to me!" 
The slave's eyes were now wide open, and she WAS looking in the
direction of the boots -- but her mind was elsewhere, and had
placed her between the pine trees again.  "That's right, my
rubber slut.  Feel yourself bound and shackled, all evening. 
Feminized.  Dressed in rubber."  Daniella began to breathe, so
very deep and slowly, feeling herself so completely in Mistress'
power.  "Now, pretty girl... put on your boots.  Right where you
are.  And don't you DARE get a run in those hose!"  She leaned
back, sitting on the bed.

Daniella rose from trance just enough to explore the boots,
looking for an opening -- and she found a zipper on the left
boot.  She set the right boot back down in the suitcase, unzipped
the left one, and using the suitcase to balance, raised her left
leg -- awkwardly -- and slipped on the boot.  She zipped it
closed, somehow hearing a huge, rusty padlock in her head instead
of a zipper.  Then she set her foot down, retrieved the right
boot, and put it on.

"Good girl," Mistress smiled.  "Now, the last thing in the
suitcase.  Pick up your purse."

The rubber-covered slave reached over, and picked up the tiny
clutch purse.  Also of leather, with sharp little metal studs all
over it.  She had long since stopped thinking.  Stopped
anticipating.  Daniella stood, shoulders slightly drooped, hands
at her sides, her mind completely empty, awaiting Mistress' next
command.

"Mmmmm, don't you look delicious?" MzDominica teased.  "You are
my horny little rubber slave.  Say it!"

Daniella responded immediately.  "I am your horny little rubber
slave!"  Her voice was so much higher than usual.  And she still
had that delightful, unfocused look to her eyes, that so pleased
her Mistress.

"Again!" MzDominica commanded.

"I am your horny little rubber slave!"  Daniella's hips began to
pump, forward and back, making the butt plug fuck into her again.

"Now open the purse," Mistress commanded, "I have another
surprise for you."

Daniella raised her left hand, which was holding the purse, and
undid the clasp.  She looked inside, and found two small brass
padlocks, and a set of keys.

"Pull out the locks, and the keys, and hand them to me, slut,"
said Dominica.

The slave handed everything to her Mistress, and found herself
shivering when MzDominica stood up from the bed, walked so very
close to her, and stared into her eyes while she did something
near her neckline.  The sound of a click, Dominica stood back,
and Daniella realized that one of the padlocks now secured the
zipper at the top of her rubber halter.  She could not remove it,
unless Mistress undid the lock.

"Turn around, slut!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella turned, presenting her rubber-covered backside to her
Mistress, and felt/heard another click.  She realized the rubber
miniskirt was now locked in place.

"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!"

*          *          *          *          *

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.

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!

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