Chapter 1, Arrival
Dan walked up to the cafe, found an outside table, and sat down. It was early summer, a pleasantly warm day with a beautiful, clear blue sky. He looked comfortable, cool, and relaxed in the loose, cotton shirt and pants, and the slip-on brown loafers. The big smile on his face caught the waiter's attention immediately.
"Good afternoon," the waiter said. "I'm Raoul, your server for this afternoon. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Somebody's going to be joining me, shortly," Dan replied. His left knee was bouncing. "I'll have a glass of Chablis."
"Very good. I'll be back in a minute with your drink, and two menus."
Inwardly, Dan was very excited. He was about 15 minutes early. But he didn't dare to be late. Looking around the outdoor dining area, he absently removed the strap from his shoulder, and set the small briefcase sized handbag on the ground. Under his loose cotton pants, the tight panty hose reminded him -- every moment -- of why he was here. He was meeting MzDominica, for a full weekend session.
Dan thought about how he had become more and more obsessed with Mistress Dominica. How, after meeting her -- in this very cafe -- he had found her website, began listening to her hypnotic recordings, began corresponding with her. Little by little, "Daniella" had emerged, as Dan's female alter-ego, becoming stronger and stronger with every passing day. Just thinking about it made Dan's breasts ache. Did they really jiggle, as much as they felt? Dan felt himself drifting into Daniella, moment by moment, feeling just a little too warm, even under the umbrella that shaded the table.
"Your Chablis, Madame."
Huh? Did Dan hear that correctly? He looked up just in time to see the waiter hustling away. On the table was a wine glass, a glass of water, and two copies of the menu. Dan reached forward to pick up one menu, and felt a puff of air at the back of his neck. It felt so good! Daniella's eyes closed, and her nipples felt so hard!
"Hello, my little latex pet." Dominica's voice came from behind Dan's head.
For a moment, Dan wasn't sure whether he heard her with his ears, or inside his head, as he had begun to hear her voice every minute of the day. Suddenly realizing it was Dominica's actual voice, Dan felt a growing compulsion to kneel at her feet. Reflexively, he started to get out of the chair.
"Stay, pet," Dominica whispered. She strode magnificently around from behind Dan, and slide gracefully into the chair next to him. "Just on time, I see." Her beautiful green eyes stared into his, then looked down at the watch on his left wrist. His eyes followed hers, and caught sight of the time on his watch. Had he really been here for 20 minutes? Dan looked back up into her eyes. They seemed to spin. He felt dizzy.
The waiter returned, asking if he could bring Dominica something. Dan saw her lips move, ordering something, but was scarcely aware of what she was saying. Until she began speaking to him again.
"Are you ready, my pet? Bag all packed?"
It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. There wasn't really much in the bag -- some minor toiletries like a toothbrush and shampoo. MzDominica had made it clear he wouldn't be needing much in the way of clothes.
"Good girl," she said, smiling.
Dan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if anyone at a nearby table could hear. The waiter returned with an Irish coffee for MzDominica, and they spoke again for a moment. Dan was feeling more and more lightheaded. The waiter departed. Dominica opened her purse, and pulled out a single, black rubber glove.
"You remember this, don't you?" She held up the glove by the cuff, letting the fingers dangle downward toward the table. As she let it gently swing back and forth, back and forth, Dan could see it catch the afternoon light, and reflect it into his eyes. Back and forth... back and forth... "Back and forth," she said. "So shiny... It makes you sleepier and sleepier, doesn't it, Daniella? Can you smell the rubber, Daniella?"
Dan... Daniella... rubber slave could smell the wonderful latex glove. That deep, bittersweet scent that caressed the back of her head. Swinging back and forth in her Mistress' hand, so shiny and smooth. Dominica continued swinging her hand back and forth as she began to pull the glove onto her hand. Back and forth. "Back and forth," she whispered. "So shiny. Now, pick up your wine glass, Daniella."
Daniella picked up the glass. It was still full -- she'd been drifting so much, she hadn't even taken a sip, yet.
"That's right, Daniella. Now I want you to drink you wine. Slowly. Take your time, while you watch my beautiful latex glove swing back and forth, back and forth." Dominica continued to gently swing her hand, while her other hand lifted the coffee mug, and she took sips from it. "Good girl. Now set the glass down."
Daniella hadn't even realized the glass was empty. She smiled -- almost giggled -- and set it carefully down on the table, then looked back at Mistress' glove.
"Watch my glove, as I swing it back and forth... As I move it lower... lower... and set it on the table. You are dropping into a deep sleep, now. But your eyes remain open. Put your hand on the table, Daniella. Near mine."
Feeling so fuzzy and warm, Daniella placed her hand near Dominica's, palm downward, just like her Mistress'. She was unable to think of what else to do.