Latex maid punishment | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

"Great. Large and very dry. But how can she make them with those heavy gloves on ?" "She dropped a glass yesterday while there was an instructor here. Now she has to work all day with those extra thick gloves on. If she makes any more mistakes she'll get demerits. It teaches her to be more careful."

Slowly and very carefully, the maid mixed the martini's, even to cutting up small pieces of lemon. When she bent down under the counter for glasses, Gerda saw she had a rod chained in. She shook her head in wonderment. The maid poured the drinks into iced glasses. Gerda and Yvette toasted each other.

"Cheers, Gerda. I see you lost that lovely hair."

Gerda had tried not to think of her long hair lying on the floor of the preparation room. She felt her eyes stinging. "Yes, the bitch, I think she took delight in cutting it off. It feels so strange."

"You'll get used to it quickly. These hoods can get awfully hot when you're under pressure, and long hair is hell if you have a difficult costume with zips, I'm quite used to it now. What's your program for the rest of the day ?"

"Apparently I'm free till late afternoon. Do they feed you, or is that forbidden too ?"

"Not a bit. There are two excellent chefs, and the food is terrific. Lunch will be served in about half an hour."

Gerda realised she was starving. "But we can't take off our masks ?"

"Dear me, no ! You can never appear outside your quarters without a mask and gloves, and boots or shoes. It's not too difficult to eat though the mouth slit of your hood. Look, you are drinking that martini like a top-level slave ! Of course, the tighter the mask is, the easier it is, there's no chance of dropping a piece of spaghetti inside. Personally, I love my various hoods, I feel protected and anonymous. If I ever went back out into the real world I'm sure I could never go onto the streets without one, I'd feel naked !"

"Where are the others ? I gather there are about twenty slaves here."

"That's about right. You'll meet some more in a few minutes at Lunch. But some of the top-level slaves eat in their own quarters, some will be in training and some will have their masters visiting and so will eat with him in their chalet. And, of course, some are in punishment and won't be able to eat !" She slapped Tina playfully on a rubbered thigh. "That's right, isn't it my girl ? Are you hungry ?" A groan came from the tightly helmeted figure.

Gerda could hardly believe she was sitting in a comfortable room at a bar, a rod up her bottom, completely clad in rubber, drinking a martini. Already that day, from early in the morning, she had been forcibly given an enema, had her hair cut off and sustained fifty lashes of the whip. She tried not to dwell on her plight.

"You seem very lightly dressed" she commented, "Are you not being trained ?"

Yvette laughed, "Goodness, yes, training is every day except Sunday. But I am off duty until six this evening, then I have to take a number 10 and keep it in for three hours. After a week of that, taking it longer each day, I will have to sleep with it for eight hours. I'm both excited and dreading it."

"What on earth is a number 10 ?" Gerda asked, with misgivings, not really wanting to know.

"You start off with a number one rod, which you'll have in at the moment. Gradually you work upwards, each rod being slightly thicker and longer. The number 10 rod, the final ordinary rod, is eight inches long and two inches in diameter. It's a killer to get in. By the time your rod training is finished, which takes about six months, your master can then slide his penis in at any time without the slightest difficulty."

Gerda felt faint. She asked the serving maid for another martini. "But - I won't have to go through that ?"

Yvette laughed, strong white teeth parting the black latex of her mask. "Of course you will ! And I'll tell you something else, it's absolutely delicious until you get to the final one. I completed the whole training last year, but every three months they give you an intensive course of rods 8, 9 and 10 over again, just to keep everything well stretched.

Gerda gulped at her new drink. "But two inches wide ! I could never take it ! The one I've got in now is no thicker than a fountain pen, and even that felt awful when they pushed it in."

The door opened and an instructor stood there. The serving maid came swiftly to attention, and Yvette slid off her stool, indicating to Gerda to do likewise. She felt a thrill as the rod slowly eased out on it's chain.

"Slave Gerda, the Executioner wishes that you see your maid's punishment, to understand fully the folly of disobedience. Follow me."

Hastily Gerda left the rest room and hurried after the green clad figure. He turned abruptly at right-angles and strode down a narrow corridor, past doors ominously marked "Training rooms." At the end was a door marked "Punishment Room 6."

In the centre of the room was a large glass tank full of clear water. It was 10 feet long, 4 feet wide and about 7 feet high. But Gerda only had eyes for the figure lying on the bottom of the tank.

On a raised dais to the side, the Executioner stood, manipulating an electric pump from which a long rubber hose snaked down into the water and attached to a glass diving helmet worn by the figure in the tank. Even as Gerda watched, horrified, she saw through the face glass the black latex mask worn by the figure with the name Maria stencilled across. A row of air bubbles rushed to the surface as she breathed rapidly in and out.

She was dressed in a green 'tote' diving suit, her wrists handcuffed behind her, her ankles manacled together. A chain around her waist was attached to a hook in the floor of the tank, holding her securely down

The Executioners' mask left her lower face uncovered, revealing a narrow, cruel mouth. "Ah, there you are Slave Gerda. I wanted you to see one of the ways we punish disobedient maids or slaves. Watch now, while I reduce the air flow !" She turned a small wheel on the pump, which slowed its' beat.

In a few seconds the air bubbles were reduced to a trickle, and Maria started to squirm and thrash around as she desperately struggled to breathe. Her bound feet lashed out and she strained horribly to break away from the chain holding her securely to the bottom of the tank.

"Please !" screamed Gerda. "Please give her air, she'll die !"

"Nonsense slave, she's been there for twenty minutes now and I have turned it off five times. Look, I'll turn it off completely." She turned the wheel and the flow of bubbles ceased completely. Maria's convulsions increased, and the instructor caught Gerda as she started forward and snapped handcuffs on her wrists, securing them to her belt.

After what seemed like an age, with Maria's struggles slowly getting weaker, the Executioner opened the valve wheel and air gushed back into the helmet. Gerda could see Maria taking great gulps of air, and gradually her struggles ceased. The woman looked at the large clock mounted on the wall. "Six minutes to go. I'll give her one more suffocation, one she will remember. That's all, Slave Gerda, you may leave now.

Shattered, Gerda allowed herself to be led out of the punishment room. The instructor unlocked the handcuffs and took out a notebook and pen. "Slave Gerda, you left the room without kneeling to me. As you are new here I will only give you 10 demerits." He made a note in his book and consulted his watch.

"You may go to lunch now, I will show you to the main dining room. After lunch you are free until five o-clock. Then you report for two hours meditation before dinner. Your serving maid will prepare you at 4.30 and show you where to go."

Meekly Gerda followed him. Only now was she beginning to realise that this was no game, but deadly serious.

The instructor stopped in front of double swing doors.

"This is the dining room. The slaves sit at the long refectory table, and you will find a name plate with your number, 21. On the edge of the table is a metal clasp. When you sit down you will attach the clasp to the ring on your belt. Talking is normally allowed, unless their are special orders in operation."

The room was large, panelled in oak, reminding Gerda of her convent school days. A long antique table ran down the centre of the room. On a raised platform at the top end, where wide windows looked out over the sea, was another table forming a 'T', reserved for the instructors, and another table which Gerda later learnt was for top-level slaves who had passed their final exams.

Gerda found her number and sat down, obediently clipping the metal clasp to her belt so that she was obliged to sit close to the heavy table. She found Marcia sitting opposite her, and Tania, the slave who had been in punishment in a rigid suit of steel armour, sitting next to her. There were eight other slaves at the table, all fully dressed in tight latex suits, booted, gloved and masked. All had their names acrss the foreheads of their masks.

"Hi there" said Tania, "What happened to Maria?"

"It was awful" Gerda replied unhappily, "They put her into a watertight rubber suit and a glass diving helmet and chained her down inside a tank of water. She was getting air through a tube and that bitch, the Executioner, kept suffocating her until she was almost unconscious!"

Tania laughed, white teeth showing through the tiny slit in her mask.

"Maria probably loved it, she's a real sexy little masochist. I've had that punishment, and once you get over the fright of being chained underwater its' not so bad. remember to start panicking before you are desperate for air, then with any luck she will turn on the air again before things get too trying."

Gerda was astonished. "You mean you can actually like that sort of torture ? It's barbaric !"