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Chapter 6

Carolyn standing in the kitchen mills over Susan’s words. She puts on a pot of coffee and as a change she takes her cup, adds a packet of hot cocoa mix, and a jigger of Irish whiskey. Adding the coffee to the mix she heads out to the back porch. She sits there in the darkness listening to the night birds sing. Carolyn did not want to admit it to Susan but her words had affected her deeply. “I expected the mistress part,” She says as if there were someone to listen to. “I understand the Goddess line. That is from the conditioning taking deeply.” A single tear rolls down her cheek, “but I love you Carolyn, I didn’t expect that.”

She sits in the darkness not speaking and drinking her choc-coffee. After a time she makes another coffee and returns to the porch, “What if?” she asks the woods and night birds. “Is it conditioned or is it real.” She adds after a sip. “You see, she makes me feel alive again.” She falls silent once more and ponders the future.

Her is coffee long cold when the pre dawn light illuminates Carolyn. Standing she heads inside and down stairs to see how her sweet rubber slut is doing with Rachel. She half way expects that they will have to find a dumpster to dump the body into as she walks into the control room. Glancing into the monitor she sees that Susan has gotten a container of salt out of the kitchen and is rubbing it into Rachel’s skin, which is covered with welts from severe whippings. “Ouch, that has got to hurt.”

Carolyn watches in sick fascination as Susan takes a bit more salt and tilting Rachel’s head back rubs it into her eyes. Even with the microphones to the room turned down low she can hear the thin high keening scream emanating from the bound woman. She starts to get up to stop Susan but sits back down as her commands come back to her. Salt in the eyes does not do permeate damage and thus is ok.

Glancing at the clock she notices that Susan still has an hour though from the looks of things she will not need it. By the time she looks back her rubber clad slave has gotten the electric razor and is shaving Rachel. She does not hear Susan say anything but if by magic Rachel’s legs spread and with sure quick strokes her sparse bush is removed. Carolyn watches as Susan removes Rachel’s eyebrows with two strokes before shaving her head clean.

She watches as Susan puts the razor away and comes around to stand before the bound suspended woman with her hands on her hips. Rachel looks at her and nods once before lowering her head. Carolyn is shocked to see her rubber slut raise the woman’s head and kiss her lightly on the lips before going to the rope that is holding her up and lowering her to the ground. Jumping up from her chair Carolyn is sure something is up and heads to stop them from ruining her plans. Entering the room proper she stops dead in her tracks shocked by what she sees. There before her are Susan and Rachel both kneeling their heads to the floor side by side.

Rachel looks up and then at Susan. With a nod of encouragement she crawls to Carolyn’s feet and says in a soft voice, “A girl wishes to be yours. Please take me and make me your slave.” She kisses Carolyn’s shoe and then rests her head against it.

Carolyn looks down at her and then at Susan an eyebrow raised in question. She sees Susan’s smile in answer and smiles back at her. “Go to the chair, sit and become mine,” She says looking down at Rachel. She watches as Rachel crawls across the floor and up into the chair, resting her feet in the stirrups and arms on the arms of the chair. Going to beside her Carolyn smiles as she attaches the electrodes and shock points to the unresisting woman. She adds the straps holding her in place before inserting the plug and dildo. She finds they go in a lot easier then they did for Susan. ‘This is a woman who is used to taking it up the ass and is excited’ she thinks to herself. “Tell her the rules my sweet rubber slut while I go set up everything.”

As Carolyn walks out she can hear Susan explaining the rules to Rachel. She types into the computer and the words flash onto the screen. “Repeat the following with feeling: I am a rubber slut.”

Rachel looks up at the screen and says in a breathless and husky voice, “I am a rubber slut,”

“I am a cunt loving slut,”

“I am a cunt loving slut,” Rachel replies and glances at Susan.

“I submit to my Mistress,”

“I submit to my Mistress,”

Carolyn runs through the basic commands as she did for Susan changing the wording like before. After she has plenty of commands she starts the program with several file sets of women together in various positions and bondage all together and Rachel’s recorded voice. Coming out she hears Rachel yelping over and over as she does not respond properly to the pictures. She goes over to Susan standing beside the bound woman watching the bound woman with rapt fascination her breath coming in and out quickly.

Touching her shoulder she guides Susan away and out of the room. “I think we can leave her for a while.” She says taking her hand. Carolyn leads Susan up to bed and kisses her. She helps her out of her shoes and undressing turns the covers back. Getting into bed she looks at her rubber lover and says, “Come to bed,”

With a smile Susan slides in next to her and starts kissing and nuzzling her, “Goddess, does it excite you as much as it does me? Of her being shocked and punished I mean.”

Carolyn turns out the bedroom light and in the darkness replies, “Yes it does my sweet rubber slut. Let me show you how much.” The sound of a zipper is heard followed by the moans of pleasure. Soon that voice is added by another and their passions rise and peak together. As the orgasms sweep over the pair two voices sing out almost in time with each other, “I love you.”