Rubber Maid

-- The Seduction --

MzDominica was sitting at an outdoor table at one of Her favorite cafes, sipping a glass of chablis and engaging in one of Her favorite pastimes -- people watching. It was the transition from late afternoon to early evening, and the weather was warm and pleasant, with just a hint of a breeze. She wasn't sure if She was on the prowl, or simply enjoying some quiet time, looking for ideas and inspiration.

Men and women walked past the cafe, alone, in pairs and in small groups. Customers sitting at other tables enjoyed their drinks, perhaps a snack. Dominica's gaze wandered from individual to individual, taking in the dynamics between people, the way they looked at each other, touched each other -- or nearly touched each other -- the way they dressed, what they revealed -- or hid.

A slim young man sitting alone at a nearby table caught Her eye. Dressed simply, but neatly, with a sport coat, he was sipping a glass of deep, red wine -- probably a cabernet or a merlot -- also watching the crowd, and idly playing with a rubber band about the size of a charm bracelet. Dominica watched him a minute or two, curious. Then She decided -- She was definitely on the prowl. She stood up, picked up Her wine glass, and walked over to his table.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked. The young man's focus had been... somewhere else, and he looked up, startled to find a beautiful woman with a pair of exquisite green eyes, so arresting he could not look away.

"Um, sure," he said. "I mean, okay."

She seemed to float down into the chair opposite him, Her eyes never wavering. "My name is Dominica. What's yours?"

"Dan." He couldn't seem to come up with more to say.

"Well, Dan," Dominica said, "I couldn't help noticing you from over there." She set Her wineglass down, and began opening Her purse, still holding his gaze. "I was watching you."

"Watching me," he replied. Not quite a question.

"Yes, how you were drinking your wine." She slowly pulled a pair of elbow-length latex gloves out of Her purse. Dan's gaze caught a flash of light off the slick, black rubber. "How you would take a sip out of the glass." She began pulling one glove over the beautifully manicured fingers of Her left hand. "Then swirl the wine around in the glass..." Dan's focus began wandering back and forth between Dominica's green eyes and the shiny black gloves. "Then take a long slow sniff of the aroma from the wine glass..." Hand raised, She slowly pulled the glove down, down, down Her forearm. "All the while playing with the rubber band..." She began pulling the other black glove onto the fingers of Her right hand. "Twirling it in your fingers... digging your nails into it..." Dan's eyes went back and forth, uncertain where to focus. "Feeling the sponginess of the rubber..." Again, hand raised, She slowly pulled the glove down, down, down. "Then raising it to your nose, and inhaling the fragrance..." The second glove all the way to Her elbow, Dominica held both gloved hands in front of Her, just below Her face. "You like rubber, don't you Dan?"

Dan's voice seemed to come from somewhere far away. "Yes," he replied, tonelessly.

"Dan, when you address me, it should be as Mistress. Say 'Yes, Mistress.'" Dominica swayed Her hands, just a little, back and forth, catching the light from the cafe lamps and the street lights.

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied, eyes not quite focused, still wandering back and forth from Dominica's gloves to Her eyes, and back again.

"I have something I'd like to show you, Dan. Would you like to see?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I will show you. But you must follow me. Follow me, Dan."

"Yes, Mistress."

Dominica rose from Her chair, and began to walk slowly from the cafe, not looking behind to see if Dan was following. She was sure he was. Arriving at Her car, She unlocked it and opened the passenger side door, and turned to Dan, who was just behind Her as She expected. "Get in," She said. Dan sat down in the seat.

-- The Surprise --

The drive to Dominica's mansion was a blur of impressions to Dan. He couldn't quite recall Her closing the door, getting into the driver's seat, starting the car. They seemed to be floating through the traffic. He couldn't take his eyes off Her. He couldn't think of anything to say, anything to do.

He didn't even remember walking into the mansion.

Yet here he was.

Gazing into the shiny crystal pendant Dominica held in Her latex-covered fingers.

She had been saying something to him. But he couldn't quite recall what it was. He found his mouth automatically saying, "I must obey Dominica," but the words seemed to come without any conscious thought.

"Dan, remove your clothes," Dominica said. Her voice was gentle, but commanding -- She clearly expected to be obeyed. "Start with your shoes and socks."

Dan hesitated a moment, then realized he was already sitting in a chair. He hesitated a bit more.

"Dan, you must obey."

"I must obey Dominica." Again, the words, automatically, from his lips. His mind seemed to cloud over a bit more. Dan began untying his shoes. He untied both, then removed the shoes, one at a time. Then the socks.

Dominica noticed a glint of shiny material on Dan's feet. She thought, "Hmmm, more surprises. Dan, you've been holding out on me." Aloud, She said, "Now the coat and shirt."

Feeling like he was under water, Dan stood up and languidly removed the sport coat, laid it on the back of the chair, then undid the buttons of his shirt. He pulled it off, and laid it on top of the sport coat.

"Very good, Dan. Now the pants. You must obey."

Again, Dan automatically replied, "I must obey Dominica." Feeling even deeper under water, Dan undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, and laid them neatly on top of the shirt. He stood next to the chair, eyes focused on nowhere, awaiting further instructions.

"Panties, Dan? And panty hose?" Dominica said. "There's more to you than meets they eye, isn't there my little rubber slave?"

Dan seemed to lose his balance, just a little bit.

"Are you wearing them just because they feel good, rubber slave? Or because they make you feel sexy and feminine?" Dominica walked close to Dan, and stroked a latex-covered finger over his left cheek. "Confess. What should I call you, rubber slave? Dan? Or do you have another name? Tell Dominica. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," came immediately from Dan's lips, even before he could answer Her question. He looked down at the floor, a little afraid of what the reaction to his response would be. "Daniela, Mistress."

"Daniela," MzDominica replied. "A little exotic." She admired Her new slave's slight build. "It suits you." She ran a finger down Dan's chest. He shivered. His cock, which had become flaccid during his fearful confession, began to enlarge again. "And I think we're both going to have some fun. For now, remove the panties and panty hose."

Dan removed the panties, set them on the chair, then carefully rolled the panty hose off his legs, and set them next to the panties.

"Follow," Dominica said. She turned, and began walking into the next room.

-- Rubber Training --

On top of the shiny metal table was a loose suit, all of thick, black latex. There were long seams on the arms, legs, and torso, open -- like a scuba diving suit waiting for someone to put it on.

Dominica strode to the table, and pointed to the suit. "Put it on," She commanded.

Dan walked to the table, no hesitation this time, and picked up the black rubber suit. It felt lighter than a wet suit. He had been in many a sporting goods store, surreptitiously fondling the rubber suits, when the clerks' attention was elsewhere. This felt different, more pliable, somehow.

The seams made it easy to pull on the suit quickly. It seemed to go on in a few moments, with no trouble at all. Dan pushed a finger along the seams. They sealed, like the seams on a food storage bag, but with less effort. Still, the suit felt kind of loose, almost baggy. His hands and feet were covered, and a hood covered his head, leaving only his face exposed. He could still hear, but all sounds were muffled.

Dan couldn't keep his eyes off MzDominica as She walked to a computer keyboard, sat down at a chair, and typed a few letters. Suddenly, Dan felt the black rubber suit tighten all around him. The seams appeared to melt into the rubber, as if the openings had never existed. All sounds disappeared, as the hood tightened around his head. He felt completely covered, except for one "strategic" area. He could tell from the sensation of a slight draft that his cock, balls, and ass were exposed.

"Can you hear Me, Dan?" Dominica's voice seemed to come from nowhere, and everywhere, all at once. "There are tiny speakers in the hood. You should be able to hear Me -- and only Me."

"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied. He could barely hear the sound of his own voice. There was also a... humming? A buzzing? He wasn't sure he actually heard it, or it was just his imagination. But in a few seconds his head began feeling strangely fuzzy. There was a pressure, like his skull had been stuffed with cotton.

"Good, rubber slave," Dominica said. Dan could see that She wore a little head set with a microphone.

She pressed a few more keys, and Dan began to feel caresses all over his body. Random. Exciting. Arousing. Up his thighs. Across his shoulders. Under his arms. Across his belly. His cock, already stiff, was beginning to throb painfully.

Dominica stood up, and walked toward Dan. "Now, rubber slave," She began. Dan's cock did a little jump of added excitement. "I'm going to show you the thing I promised."

Dan's eyes went a little wider. He almost spoke, but couldn't think of what to say.

"Oh, did you think this was it? No, my little rubber pervert, this is only the preparation." She ran a latex-covered finger along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Just once. The only touch his sex had felt all evening. Dominica leaned forward, gazing into Dan's face. He felt like he was falling into Her mesmerizing green eyes. "Follow," She said. Then She stood, turned, and walked to a green door in the corner of the room. Dan followed, moving slowly in the tight rubber suit, and stood behind Dominica, waiting for Her next command.

"Down on your knees," She commanded. Dan dropped to the floor, on hands and knees, not sure where to look. The green door was in front of him, past his Mistress' booted feet. From his lowly position, he couldn't even see the door knob.

In his hood, Dan could not even hear the click, as Dominica turned the knob and opened the door. But he could smell the aroma that issued from the room. Rubber. Dense, smoky, acrid, and just the tiniest bit sweet -- all at once. Like the inside of a tire store. The caresses all over Dan's body were making him shake with lust -- but that rush of fragrance caused his arms to go limp, and his chin nearly hit the floor.

"Crawl inside," Dominica ordered him. All thinking completely paralyzed, all resistance and all hesitation forgotten, Dan did as he was told. He crawled past Dominica's legs and entered the room.

There was no lamp inside, but light spilling in through the door illuminated it well enough that Dan could tell it was a large, walk-in closet. Filled with rubber. Rubber hoses. Rubber aprons. Rubber boots. Rubber gloves. Rubber bands. And, yes, rubber tires. Car tires, bike tires... all sizes. All fresh, all firm but squishy, all highly scented with the dark, heady aroma that turned Dan's brain soft and his cock hard.

"Put your arms behind you," Dominica said. "Cross them, just like crossing your arms in front, but do it behind your back." Dan had to lean backward a little, since his hands were no longer supporting him, so he was almost sitting on his heels. He put his hands behind his back, a little confused how to do this, and got his forearms parallel to each other, so his hands were kind of grabbing his elbows. MzDominica spoke something into the headset that Dan couldn't quite catch -- numbers, or a code phrase, maybe? Suddenly, his arms felt different. They couldn't move, as if the suit had changed again and glued his arms together.

"Now turn around." Still on his knees, Dan shuffled his legs around, turning toward his Mistress. She reached down and placed a pair of goggles over his eyes. Lights began to flash -- red, yellow, blue -- sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, in no pattern he could identify. "You must obey," Dominica said. And Dan saw the words scroll past him, flashing, in front of his eyes. Automatically, he replied, "I must obey Dominica."

Dominica stepped backward, out of the closet, and shut the door.

Dan was in darkness. Only the flashing lights, that strange humming, the caresses of the suit, and the smell of rubber everywhere.

Then, a one-word command from Mistress -- both sound and scrolling across Dan's vision.

"Lick."

-- Transformation --

Although Dan was unable to see anything in the dark closet but the flashing lights and Mistress' words, he had no trouble finding rubber to lick. Rubber was everywhere. Under him. Around him. Large pieces, small ones. Slick, slippery gloves and hoses. Rough, spongy tires.

"Every lick of your tongue on rubber is a lick on my beautiful pussy." Dominica's voice. Dominica's words. "Lick, my little rubber slave. Lick. Make your tongue serve Dominica."

Dan began to drool uncontrollably, and his tongue, in the dark, spread saliva all over every piece of rubber he could find.

"Licking rubber makes you want to cum. Licking my pussy makes you want to cum. You know you want to cum, don't you?" Oh, yes, Dan wanted to cum. "But you know you cannot cum without permission." Dan ached. "And you do not have permission yet, my rubber slave. Now lick!"

Under Dominica's continued programming, Dan's mind began to merge rubber and Mistress' pussy, so the two ideas became linked in his mind. Rubber. Dominica's pussy. Please Dominica. Lick. Please rubber. Lick. Lick. Lick. All thought disappeared. All other ideas vanished. Lick. Pussy. Rubber. Lick.

"Daniela!" Dominica's voice echoed in Dan's head. "Lick, Daniela! You must obey!"

Thickly, with his swollen tongue, Dan automatically replied, "I must obey Dominica."

"I am changing your body, Daniela! You are becoming the female you wanted to be. Lick, Daniela! Lick my pussy. Lick my rubber."

There was a change in the pattern of caresses in the black leather suit, though Dan was barely aware of it. More of the strokes were concentrated on his breasts and nipples, which began to feel larger and fuller, and to press harder against the inside of the suit.

"Your breasts are growing, Daniela. Your nipples are becoming large, larger, perkier. Can you feel it, Daniela? Lick. Rubber. Pussy. Lick, Daniela!"

All conscious thought gone, the rubber slave continued to lick rubber in the dark, thinking of MzDominica's beautiful pussy. To the slave, the fingers of rubber gloves were like Her labia, tongue probing between them in hopes of giving pleasure. Little rubber nodules on the tires must be Her clit, and the slave's tongue circled round and round.

"Daniela. Danielaaaa!! Your breasts are larger... larger... even larger. Can you feel them, Daniela? Feel them jiggling every time you move. So huge, nipples so sensitive!"

The rubber slave continued to lick, hoping to please Mistress.

"Daniela... Can you feel your pussy, Daniela? I am changing your breasts, and I am changing your sex. Your cock is shrinking... changing shape... becoming a pussy. A beautiful pussy, just like you always wanted. Can you feel it? Your little clitty, so hard. Your labia swollen, your vagina wet and dripping with lust."

Something was changing. The stiff, almost painful erection was still there, but different somehow. If felt... drippy, like a huge pool of fluid was there between the slave's legs, sloshing with every movement, ready to spill all over the floor.

"Lick the rubber, Daniela. Every lick changes you just a little more. Your pussy drippier, your breasts so sensitive." The black rubber suit began to squeeze the slave's nipples in little pinches, little sharp sensations like bites. Lights flashing, brain synchronization sounds humming, Dominica's words in front of the slave's eyes. Daniela's eyes.

Rubber, rubber, rubber, everywhere. Lick, lick, lick. Daniela's hips began a continuous bucking, humping the empty air, aching for release, desperate for even the tiniest touch.

"Daniela, you are a female. And females have a different kind of orgasm, don't they? From deep, deep inside, spreading like a wave, from the womb all throughout the body. Lick, Daniela. Lick. Make me cum. Let me show you."

Daniela fell face first into the pile of rubber, licking everything in reach, inhaling the thick, sweet aroma. Rubber. Pussy. Dominica.

"You know you want to cum. You want ME to cum. Make me cum, Daniela. Lick. Make me cum!"

Daniela began to lick a rubber tire bump/clit earnestly, insistently, teasing with little taps of the tip of her tongue. Rolling around in circles. Rapidly flicking back and forth, then up and down.

"I can feel it, Daniela! Yes, yes, yes! Aaaaahhh!" Dominica moaned into Daniela's ears, the lights flashing wildly, rapidly, as the rubber slave continued to lick.

"Stop, Daniela. You have pleased Mistress."

The rubber slave stopped licking. His tongue... her tongue... felt numb, rough.

"Daniela, you want to cum, don't you?"

Ohhhh, yesssss.

"You want to cum. Mistress is going to let you cum -- as Daniela. As a female. When I give the command, you will have a deep, shattering female orgasm that will make you scream with pleasure. You want to cum. You need to cum."

The rubber slave... Daniela... wanted to cum so very much.

"You have permission, Daniela. Cum, cum now. Cum, Daniela, cum! Cum, rubber slave, cum!"

In the dark closet, the rubber slave curled into a tight little ball, sex clenching, almost cramping, as the waves of pleasure spread from her center to the tips of her toes and the ends of her fingers. From her throat issued a low moan that kept going, kept building, getting louder as her lips opened wide, changing first to a squeak, then to a full-throated scream. She inhaled deeply and screamed again, tears running down her cheeks from the sheer pleasure of the orgasm that shook her body like an earthquake. She screamed a third time, spent, unable to move. The continued assault of caresses inside the suit quietly vanished, as Mistress changed the control settings.

"Good girl," Dominica's voice soothed Daniela's ears. "Good girl."

-- Boot Training --

"Danielaaa!"

Daniela... came into awareness, like she had been daydreaming and someone had called her name. Someone HAD called her name -- Mistress Dominica. Looking around through the goggles, Daniela discovered she was kneeling on the floor in front of her Mistress, who was sitting in a big leather chair -- gloriously naked, except for a pair of calf-high leather boots.

"Lick my boots, Daniela. First the right one... No, little slut, MY right." Daniela scooted forward on the floor. She discovered her hands were still locked behind her -- or locked behind her again. She couldn't quite remember. It didn't seem important, with her Mistress' beautiful, shiny boot so close in front of her face. Her tongue began to trace long, wet caresses from the toe to the ankle, then started up Mistress' shin.

"The bottom, too, Daniela. Lick the sole. Get it nice and wet with your tongue."

Wet. Yes, Daniela felt wet. So achy and drippy. Wanting to cum. Her tongue spread her saliva all over the sole of Dominica's right boot, then she licked all around the four-inch heel. Then back to the arch...

"The left boot, now, Daniela. Get it nice and wet."