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Chapter 14

Carolyn lays in the bag unable to move panicking. She tries to make them understand to let her out but there is no response from her slaves. ‘How did I ever let Susan talk me into this’ her mind wails in despair. When no voices come to her ears she calms down. ‘Good girl’ she thinks, ‘she realized that hers or Pain Slut’s would not work for me.’

Carolyn lets herself relax into the bag’s comfort. While she is hot she is not too hot and soon her mind drifts. She thinks back to her time with John, the dates and fun they had together. She lives each precious moment together, his lips on hers, the way he made her laugh and feel loved. She remembers the fight they had, living the words that struck her like blows when he broke off their date and life. Standing at the graveside after everyone had left, crying and swearing vengeance.

Carolyn can hear Susan’s comforting voice talking to her. It is as if she were in her head with her, loving and stroking her. She flashes to their first love making session, to when she dressed in rubber. Every word, every touch of her beloved Rubber Slut becomes like stars in the sky lighting up her darkness. The hood that Rubber Slut bought as a gift for her Goddess when she could buy anything became more important to Carolyn then any ring or flowers could be.

Goddess floats in her rubber cocoon feeling safe and loved for the first time sense that boy dropped her. She had love, someone right here in her own house. Rubber Slut was her love; their souls were linked and bound together. While Pain Slut was nice, cuddly, and was special in her own way, she did not come close to the bond that Goddess and her Rubber Slut had. That was something that no one else would ever share.

Goddess falls into the first restful sleep that she can remember with the soft sounds of her soul mate, her Rubber Slut whispering to her. Her dreams and visions filled of her and her latex clad beauties spending the rest of their days together in a rubber heaven.

She wakes to the soft sounds of Rubber and Pain Sluts calling her name. Opening her eyes she looks up through the purple lenses and smiles, “Good morning my sweet sluts.” Looking from one to the other, she notices that Rubber Slut has a piece of paper clutched in her hand but just seeing her takes away her breath with her loveliness. This was the woman of her dreams, her soul mate and the first chance she had, Goddess would tell her.

“Thank you both for last night.” She says and kisses Pain Slut as she pulls on the chain that connects her nipples hard. Turning to Rubber Slut she kisses her, the passion flaring like a raging inferno inside. Breaking off the kiss she says, “what do you have there Rubber Slut?”

Susan offers her Goddess the piece of paper and lowering her head to the floor, “Goddess this is what is on your I-Pod.”

Goddess looks at the piece of paper and the I-pod with Rubber Slut’s writing on it. Glancing at the paper she crumples it up and says softly as she strokes her latex covered slut’s back, “Thank you for everything. I see my dream now.” She tosses the paper into the trash can before continuing, “Unlace these boots first and then you both will help me make my dream come true.”

As they unlace her boots she says, “Rubber Slut, and you Pain Slut will go to your apartments. Sell or give everything away. On Monday both of you will transfer everything into my accounts.” When they pause what they are doing she continues, “This is your home now.”

Susan and Rachel both hug and kiss their Goddess happy to see that she is all better. ‘This is how a goddess should act’ they both think as they glance at each other. “Yes Goddess,” they chorus happily.

Holding up a hand to forestall any further celebration Goddess adds, “Before you go though, you will remove your hoods, boots, gloves, wear wigs, and loose sweat pants and tops over your latex before you leave.” She looks at the cress fallen faces and adds, “But once in here you will always wear all of your rubber unless you are showering.” Finally free of the boots she stands, “You may both wash me.” She heads to the bathroom with the pair of rubber slaves following, grins plastered on their faces.

Goddess walks out of the bathroom, her body free of hair from her neck down. “Pain Slut, you will go make,” she glances at the clock, “salads for lunch.” Turning to Rubber Slut she says, “You will stay and dress me.”

“Yes Goddess,” Rachel says and heads out of the room to fix the salads as her goddess commanded.

“Yes my Goddess,” Susan says and gets the different pieces and lotion.

When Rubber Slut comes back in carrying the purple latex, Goddess says, “I love you Rubber Slut, more then anything or anyone else in the world. She pulls her slut into her arms and kisses her passionately over and over. “You are my world, my soul mate, my sun, moon and stars.” She says whispering with kisses between each word. “I am your Goddess and you are my Rubber Slut. Now and forever!”

Susan feels her knees go weak, “yes Goddess… Now and forever I am yours to love, to command, soul mates till the ends of time.”

Goddess kisses her lover once more and then says, “Now Rubber Slut dress me.” As the lotion and latex slide up her body the world feels as if it is becoming correct for the first time in her life. ‘This is how it is supposed to be’ she thinks as she feels the hood laced on tightly. Sitting down Goddess points to the 4inch oxfords that she had bought for Rubber Slut, “It is a good thing we wear the same sized shoes. I will wear those today.”

Goddess walks to the kitchen to see the salad that Pain Slut has made. “Good job,” she says kissing Pain Slut roughly. Turning her around she tugs at the corset ties, “this needs to be tighter.” When Rubber Slut comes in they tug and pull at the ties till the edges meet and the sound of Pain Slut’s panting is loud in the room. “Mmmm much better,” Goddess says looking at the severe corseted figure of her pain loving rubber slave.