rubber punishment | Gerda's story | free bondage stories

"You've got a lot to learn, Gerda. Just realise that you're here, that you have to suffer, there's no way to escape, and after a time you get to like it ! In fact, if you're smart and let yourself adjust mentally, you'll start to look forward to it. Take me, for instance. I used to be quite claustrophobic, I hated even getting into an elevator. Now I have managed to reverse the feeling and my greatest joy is to be tightly encased in rubber and the heaviest bondage. That steel armour I had to wear for twelve hours was no punishment. I could barely walk in it, let alone sit down, and I was heavily clad in two layers of latex and wigan rubber underneath, plus thick gloves which were sealed to my suits, and a mask with no eyeholes and a gag. The steel helmet was padlocked over all that. I loved every minute of it. I took so many 'pleasures' I was quite weak when they released me !"

"I swear your too much!" Marcia giggled, "I think you incur demerits deliberately. Me, I love the training, but I'm always scared of the punishments. I love to be whipped, but the bastards know this and usually devise some other way of working off my demerits."

Gerda listened, fascinated. It was true she had experienced a massive orgasm at the end of her first whipping, but it had been brought on by the fright, the humiliation, and finally because the machine, a harsh vibrator, had been applied to her rubber suit against her private parts. She moved restlessly, the thin rubber dress exciting her nipples, feeling the metal clasp tug at her belt.

"What's the idea of securing us to the table ? I can hardly move !"

"A subtle psychological ploy," Marcia explained, "Just to constantly remind you of your slavehood. You have to get permission to release yourself. If you haven't eaten properly you may have to stay there all afternoon, like some naughty little girl."

The doors to the kitchen swung open, and several serving maids hurried in with trays of plates. They were dressed in high latex stockings of dark red colour which matched there four-inch heeled shoes, and short tight dresses which came only to their hips, revealing dark red latex pants through which a thick rod was chained tightly to their belted waists. Small black rubber aprons, gloves and black latex masks, with gags attached, completed the outfit. Gerda was surprised and delighted to have a plate of thin smoked salmon, with brown bread and a sliver of lemon, put in front of her.

She found it was not difficult to eat through the mouth slit of her mask. Then she noticed that the other slaves were pulling on short rubber gloved over their own gloves, from a basket at the end of the table. Tania motioned her to do the same.

"These are dining gloves, so you don't get any grease on your own. After a meal you have to raise your hands before being released, and if you have anything on your own gloves then you'll be in trouble."

Gerda pulled on a pair over her own silk gloves, the mackintosh lining of which was now wet with perspiration. "Later on I'm being dressed for 'meditation', she confided across the table to Tania, "What am I supposed to do ?"

"Absolutely nothing !" grinned Tania, "You won't be able to. The basic principle is attributed to the Chinese, where the body is made helpless so that the mind is free to dwell upon its' sins. Actually, once you have suffered it a few times, it's a good way to relax and catch up on your sleep !"

The maids served barbequed chicken with fresh peaches and a single glass of cold Verdicchio, followed by creme brulee and coffe. Gerda's thoughts were mixed and chaotic :- she was a prisoner and would be slave, yet eating food which would not disgrace the Ritz in Paris. To her irritation and astonishment, she was already hardly noticing the feel and aroma of her rubber costumes.

It was all very confusing.

After lunch she fell asleep on the rubber sheets of her bed. She was awakened by Maria gently stroking her masked head.

"It's four thirty, Mistress, I must dress you for meditation ! Do you want a quick shower first ?"

Maria was once again trim in a serving suit of thin black latex, skin tight, leather thigh boots, corselet, gloves and mask. A thin gold chain held her rod, passing through a hole in her suit, tightly chained to her corset.

Gerda still felt guilty over Maria's punishment. "Maria, are you alright ? Was it very bad ? They made me watch for a few minutes. It was awful !"

Maria smiled through her mask. "Not to worry, my dear Mistress ! To tell the truth I almost enjoyed it ! When you can learn to roll with the punishment you can turn it into a great scene. I know the Executioner will not kill me, so I make myself believe that she is cutting off my air to help me build up to a sexual pleasure. Of course I cheat a little, but she knows I cheat, so it becomes a contest between us as to how long I can go without blacking out. But if I do become unconscious, she gets furious, because she feels she's misjudged the punishment. And despite her sadistic nature, she is extremely fair and correct. I'm quite fond of her. I just wish I could always work off my demerits by her whipping me. She has fantastic touch and senses exactly how far she can go to bring me to a pleasure. Unfortunately she knows me too well, and usually orders some other grotty punishment !"

Gerda undressed and took a quick shower in her black tiled bathroom, delighting in her temporary freedom from rubber and bondage. She dried and powdered herself and came back into her bedroom, where Maria had laid out her new costume. She picked up a pair of rubber pants, with three inch soft rubber wedges, front and back.

"I've greased them well" Maria said, "Be sure to pull them up tightly." Gerda no longer complained, she knew that at any time there were instructors ready to come and forcibly dress her and she would gain nothing but a pile of additional demerits. Carefully she pushed the wedges into their holes, securing them in place when she pulled the heavy tight pants into place. Next she slid into a heavy black latex suit, gloves and feet attached, which fitted her like a second skin. Maria zipped up the back and tucked the collar of the mask inside. Then she brought a heavy vinyl leotard top into which Gerda stepped and then pushed her arms into the thick sleeves. maria laced it up the back until Gerda felt she was encased in a straight-jacket. Her heart was pounding with the sexual stimulation the tightly inserted wedges were causing with her dressing struggles.

"It's almost five, Mistress, time to report. The rest of your costume will be put on in the meditation room."

"Hell, I can barely move as it is, what else will I have to wear ?" For once she was glad of her mask, which hid her undoubtedly flushed and perspiring features.

"They'll put you into a thick meditation suit, which is a sheath of heavy leather lined in rubber, and a thick leather mask over your own. The idea is to cut you off from the world, forcing you to meditate !"

Maria pushed in her large gag and pulled it tight behind her head, then led Gerda downstairs. They walked along the passage to the training rooms, Gerda gritting her teeth with the sensations imparted by the wedges tightly filling her, every step causing a smooth sexual vibration. Maria stopped in front of the door marked "Meditation Chamber." She knelt briefly and pressed her gagged mouth to her Mistress's rubbered knee, then walked pertly down the corridor on her high heels, her rodded bottom swaying saucily against its' chain.

By the big electic clock in the corridor it was exactly five o-clock when Gerda pushed open the door to the chamber, by now aware of the penalties that would be incurred if she were late. Inside, the chamber was very brightly lit and contained a high narrow table. To one side two serving maids waited. Briefly she saw the walls were festooned with straps and chains, but then she was interrupted in her perusal by one of the maids who, not gagged like the other, came forward carrying a heavy black leather costume.

"Please sit on that chair and we will slide you into the leather sheath. Inside there are built in sleeves into which you will fit your arms."

Gerda obeyed with reluctance. A day ago she would have protested, but now she realised that there was nothing to gain by rebelling. She allowed the heavy leather to be pulled over her feet and then drawn up over her shoulders. Her arms slid into the tight sleeves inside the sheath, making her completely helpless. The other maid started lacing up the back of the sheath, tightly encasing her in stiff leather.

She stood up, trying to balance in the single enclosed leg of the sheath. The other maid held her shoulders as the leather suit was tightly laced up the back to the high collar. At that moment an instructor entered the room, his masked head proclaiming his number 5.

The maid in charge whispered into Gerda's ear as she was knotting the final laces of the suit. "He's a bondage expert. When he secures you, try to flex your limbs, he does really tight bondage !"

The instructor came over and examined the lacing on the suit. With her arms held tightly at her sides and her legs clamped together, Gerda had difficulty balancing, but the other maid held her securely by the shoulders. Number 5 picked up the leather helmet and slipped it over Gerda's already masked face.

"I think my assistants have prepared you well. Now take the gag into your mouth and nod when it is comfortable."

Gerda felt a vicarious thrill pass through her body. Despite her nervousness, there was something horribly sexual about this deliberate assault on her freedom. How dare they limit her movements, how dare they reduce her to a mummified slave, unable to see or talk or hear ? The helmet descended over her head, and she slowly opened her mouth and allowed the huge gag to enter. She felt the sponge rubber close over her eyes and ears.

The instructor eased two small rubber tubes through the nose holes and into her nostrils until she was breathing easily. "Now I'm going to lace up your helmet, very tightly, so that you will be cut off from the world and be able to meditate serenely."

Gerda felt the mask closing on her, tighter and tighter as he laced up the back to its maximum. The gag was forced deep into her mouth, and her eyes were enclosed in foam rubber.

Then she was lifted onto the table, and she felt straps tightening around her. Toes, ankles, thighs, waist, above and below her breasts, round the shoulders, even the neck. Finally she felt a strap being passed over her forehead and being buckled tightly. She breathed deeply through her nose tubes, trying to fight the tide of claustrophobic panic that threatened to overwhelm her.